#everyone feels so awkward and in shock about the jock being back

[thegoblinboy]

Never Say Die [2]

| Part one | you are here | part 3 | part 4

Everyone seemed to want a part two… so here’s another part! (Also name title comes from a Black Sabbath song lol)

Steve took a few steps in the house. His hands shook as he barely could see through the shirt that was over his face. Concealing his identity from the neighbors. He knows that Hopper and Joyce’s intentions were positive, but his mind was playing tricks on him. For a split second he was back in Russia, blind fold over his eyes as he’s being dragged from a van. Still in his sailer suit. Blood all over his face, the ashes of star-court still lingering on him. Not even given the chance to wash them off on the flight here.

Though When the blindfold is pulled off he’s in the doorway of a very nice home, not in the middle of a Russian cell. He can feel his body shaking a bit from the memory. Before he takes a shaky breath, closing his eyes. All of this seemed a little to easy. What if he was making it all up in his head? What if he was currently in a cell right now losing his mind. He wouldn’t put it past himself. He has had dreams so real about returning home before, to only wake up and get the shit beat out of him.

Hoppers quick to stand in front of him. Protecting him. Steve’s eyes snap open quickly, tears slowly forming in his eyes when he realizes what the older man is doing. It’s been a while since someone’s protected him, and not the other way around. Sure, once upon a time in the prison someone did protect him. But that barely lasted a couple of days before the guy disappeared in the middle of the night. Now Steve knew he fought a demogorgan and lost.

“Mom, what’s going on?” It’s Will’s turn to voice his concern. Steve can’t see him through Hoppers back but he knows how his face is pinched up. Joyce, who was currently standing next to Steve smiles shakily. Tears in her eyes, light footsteps moving fast across the wooden floor start to come in their direction.

“Will, everything’s fine. It’s just.. a surprise guest dropped in. A good surprise. “ Joyce explains putting her hand up. Gesturing for the other to stop. Which is what immediately happens. “Why don’t you go back and tell everyone to go gather in the living room. Let them know we’ll be out in a second.” Joyce instructs. Moving forward out of Steve’s sight. Who can already picture her smoothing the boys hair, wrapping her arms around Will in a comforting manner. Something he’s seen thousands of times and has always envied.

“And tell them, if any of them even think about stepping out of that living room I’ll make sure no one’s allowed to play that Dogs and Donuts game.” Hoppers voice is stern. Steve was standing behind him and it was bringing the fear of god into him. Though he has to hold back laughter because he knows the guy was purposely getting the name wrong.

A few footsteps and seconds past and he can hear Will in the living room. Voices starting to echo through the walls as both of the adults. Who were very concerned, pull Steve into the kitchen. Joyce is already pulling food out for him. Setting a plate on the table within seconds. He hesitates, before he’s moving and awkwardly sitting down. Eyes skimming the room. A habit of his that he’s picked up. Within seconds he already knows where he can exit quickly if it was needed.

“How are you alive?” Hopper asks first, getting straight to the point. Moving and leaning on the table as he looks at Steve with that serious expression again. The same one he held in interrogation rooms.

Steve chuckles shakily, “Russian Prison.” He answers simply before he’s wolfing down his food. He’s sure he was going to throw it up in a little bit anyway. It’s been a long time since he’s had home cooked food. His stomach was already shifting uncomfortably from how much he was eating. “I didn’t die during the explosion thingy, I hopped down and well. Here I am. Woke up in a van in the middle of Russia later on and found my way back home. In quick summary.” Steve explains quickly. Body tense at even the mention of the prison. Thankful for the fact Hopper knew when to back down from something like this. Eyes filled with concern.

“How do you want to do this?” He asks changing the subject.

“We can pull them one at a time in here and have them see you?” Joyce tosses the idea out there.

“No. Just want to rip it off like a bandaid. Get it all done and over with. I cant-” Steve says shakily. Dropping the fork on the plate as he stares down at the table. “I can’t choose who I want to see first. I want to see them all at once or none at all.” He admits. Moving his eyes up to challenge Hopper. Unsure whether or not they were going to allow him to see them. There shouldn’t be doubt in his mind, but there was just a smidge. Hard to trust anyone anymore. He barely knew the two adults in front of him. Only a few awkward conversations in the past.

“Alright… you ready?” Hopper asks. Moving to stand properly. Not even bothering to battle whatever imaginary war that was in Steve’s head. Steve was not ready, he never would be. He moves standing up. Left arm holding his side as he nods his head. Moving to follow the other. Hearing the hushed panicked voices in the living room. A couple curse words following along with them.

Before Steve can get a step in Joyce is stopping him. “Hold on, let me give them a warning.” She smiles softly before turning and moving into the living room. That was still mostly bare from the move in. Steve shakily crosses his arms over his chest as he tries to focus on breathing. He didn’t want to freak out to much while everyone was. He had to be the emotional rock. He looks down at the floor, not wanting to look up at Hopper. Faintly listening to Joyce begin to ramble right behind him.

“So… this wasn’t planned at all. It’s news to me.” She sounded like she was crying already. “But- this person. You aren’t expecting him and I know some of you are going to be excited to see him but he has some injuries. So maybe try not to jump him or overwhelm him.” Joyce warns. Everyone’s already starting to ask questions all at once. “I’m serious guys. He came from god knows where, doing god knows what.” She says finally hushing the crowd down.

Steve finally gets his signal from Hopper. His hands were shaking as he moves. Carefully limping a bit to the doorway. One hand on his side as he leans on it. Eyes landing on everyone in the room. Searching for Dustin and Robin. “Where’s Henderson?” Is his first question. Eyes squinting trying to see, his vision wasn’t nearly as good as what it used to be. Along with the fact he could barely hear out of his right ear. But thanks to the amazing government he was able to get a hearing aid fitted.

He knew that everyone was going to be shocked, but the way everyone’s faces go white makes a shiver go up his spine. All color leaving the room with the acceptation of Eddie and the boy with long silky hair. Both who didn’t know him. Steve’s looking around the group, to many faces and reactions overwhelming him before he sees Dustin throwing himself at him. Moving away from Eddie, who was stunned by how fast the kid could move.

Before he could tackle Steve, Hoppers catching him as says something. Dustin’s already in tears as he moves more carefully as he still hugs him. Steve’s hands shakily wrapping themselves around him, only taking a second before he’s tightly hugging the boy. Squeezing his eyes shut as he feels like one of the numerous missing pieces was just placed in his heart. He didn’t realize how much he missed the little shit until now.

“I watched you die.” Dustin sobs, body shaking in Steve’s arms. Steve feels like a leaf, he’s close to falling from the effort to keep them both up. He’s in tears himself, when he catches the green of his letterman jacket walking in from the other side of the room. Coming from the bathroom most likely.

“What’s happening?” Robins voice is loud and clear as she looks at everyone. Not given a chance to process Steve standing in the walkway.

“Didn’t figure you to be a basketball jock there buck.” Steve laughs softly. Watching as it all hits her as well. And she’s already sprinting, squirming out of Hoppers reach as she nearly tackles Steve and Dustin.

“Ow ow ow, I think you guys just turned my lungs to dust.” He gasps in pain. Both of them stepping back from him as he nearly falls. Holding his side, as he try’s to steady his breathing.

“Here let’s get you sitting.”

Steve nods his head as he moves to Joyce, who’s concern was only peaking. Leaning on her a bit as she helps him to the empty spot on the couch. Which was right next to Eddie. He’s coughing a little, lungs burning from the pain in his side. A shaky inhale of air as he looks at the other curiously. Before his eyes move to land over on the boy with silky hair who was watching him confused.

“Hey.” He chuckles awkwardly lifting his hand up as the boy smiles waving back at him.

“This- this is Argyle.” Jonathan pops in. Looking anxious at the sight of him. Nancy looked like she was a goldfish.

“Hey wheeler.” Steve chuckles, not caring about her what’s so ever. Who he cared about the most were both standing in front of him now. Nearly hyperventilating. He opens his arms out a bit, “come on you dorks. Be careful of the stitches though. I am not redoing them again.” He laughs as they both move carefully. Robin in his lap curling in on his chest. He moves getting comfortable, the exhaustion getting the best of him as he offers a arm for Dustin who was also seeking some comfort. His eyes and nose were burning from the effort of holding back tears.

“No offense but you look like shit, and I can barely see.” Max tosses in. Standing up now to get a better look at him.

Steve snorts, “I can barely see or hear and you sound and look like shit kid.” He says amused. Earning a snort. “What happened to you?” He asks curiously.

“Vecna.”

He freezes. Everybody was looking at him as he glances around, “wait the big cone head looking dude with the ET fingers?” Steve asks. He hadn’t realized that he had made it to Hawkins within the time he was away. He’s gotten hints, even seen him once. Drawings of what he looked like up on the Russian walls. From his understanding he created a portal, to trade demogorgans for the life of the prisoners. Which was apparently how he got so strong to be able to finally reach his way to Hawkins and use his powers without needing the person physically in the upside down.

“You know who Vecna is?” Eddie asks, speaking for the first time. His voice is wavering a bit as he does.

“Well that’s not what me and the prisoners called him. But yeah. We were wondering why he stopped… well snapping our bones like twigs for.” He admits.

“Prisoners?” Is the question everybody all say at once. He winces as he tries to stay relaxed. He was starting to get overwhelmed. As much as it was a relief to see all of them it was getting a little to much.

“Yeah, Russians don’t take to kindly to someone ruining one of their bases.” He chuckles dryly. “Can we- um change the subject.” He winces as he moves a hand up to his head. Feeling a migraine forming. His head hasn’t been the same since he was near that radiation shit in the mall. He blinks as he feels a random nose bleed starting to hit him. Feeling dizzy Robin and Dustin hop off from him when he starts to shake more while underneath them. El moving and offering him a tissue with a knowing look. His hands shakily take the paper, confused as to why she would be looking at him like that. It was just a random nose bleed, he wouldn’t be shocked if he got radiation poison or something.

He moves back into the couch after a second of wiping his nose, completely worn out. Blinking at the effort it was taking him just to stay here mentally. His eyes meet Joyce’s who was already getting Hopper on it. “You look exhausted hon, why don’t you go get some rest in our room.” She smiles as he nods. Moving, his legs begin to shake as he holds the bloody tissue to his nose. Walking the way Hopper wanted him to.

Unaware but fully aware at the same time of the amount of eyes that were on him.

So… I only had a few scenes that I really wanted to write for this. This was one of them. The next part I also really wanted, and I don’t know how I’m separating each part. I’m used to writing 10k word chapters so this is kind of like fresh air lmao. So I’m just writing to relief some stress as I graduate in less then a week 🥳 I just didn’t expect so many people to also want to read this.

Though, I would like to say if you like the idea of Steve disappearing and coming back out of nowhere I do have another fic called Bark at the moon! (Sorry self plug) it’s on a pined post on my account and the link leads you to ao3! (It’s werewolf steve fic and he does disapear😉) ok self plug over. Thank you guys for showing so much interest! It means the world to me!

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Modern Problems, Modern Solutions pt 1

Pt2

I have like 4 other parts to this written already but I'll post em when I have time to edit. Yearning with extremely awkward teen Steddie. Eddie as a proper 17 year old would be awkward as hell! I think at least. Additionally, there is quite a bit of swearing so you've been warned. Generally, I just wanted to explore EDDIE catching feelings first and being put out by that.

Modern day AU, or more or less modern give or take 5ish years circa 2015/19. I don't think this takes place in the Hawkins we know from the show.

Small American towns can be kinda backwards, but it varies a lot as to how open and accepting each town/state is. So, suspend disbelief and imagine it as a place that is tolerant of queerness. Also, read with the understanding that in a lot of places in this generalized time people think queerness is actually kinda "trendy" in some ways. It's not taboo but it's also extremely dependant on the person that is queer and "how queer they act". "be gay... but not too gay" etc.--

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"Did you hear? Steve Harrington just came out as bi--"

Eddie looked up from his phone, feet propped up on the desk in front of him. The boy who had popped his head into their mostly empty homeroom had delivered the news so quickly that everyone there was quietly shocked.

"Son of a bitch," Eddie grumbled, putting his feet down and getting clumps of dirt on the linoleum floor. School hadn't even started and he was already having to deal with this bullshit.

"What?" Gareth asked, laughing a bit awkwardly. He sounded confused like he didn't understand where Eddie was directing his vitriol.

"Leave it to some preppy, jock, rich-boy to make 'being gay' cool--asshole," Eddie's words were drenched in sarcasm and mockery, going as far as to air-quote when he said being gay.

"I've been fucking gay since 8th grade and now some 16-year-old wannabe happens to be queer it's big news?" Eddie sat back with frustration, crossing his arms over his chest and slouching in his seat.

"I don't think you're supposed to say queer--" Jeff started to correct only to shut up quickly when Eddie whipped his head around to him and glared.

"I can say whatever the hell I want. I'm the one that's queer!" Eddie spat, hating that so much of this 'being gay is okay' culture circled around the heterosexual perspective of what was and was not okay.

Eddie grouched for the rest of the day, keeping his head down and feeling his nostrils flare every time a whisper of today's big news passed by him in the hallways. Who fucking cared? Steve Harrington was thee popular boy in school and was talked about as if he was their generation's teen heart-throb. It was to a point where Eddie knew who he was despite him being an underclassman. He was in grade 12 and he still had to hear about Steve Harrington as if he mattered. Sports star, good-looking, daddy's boy.

It was so goddamn annoying. Eddie had been out since he was thirteen and he had suffered through the humiliation of 'being queer' all the way through high school. He had the scars to prove it and it pissed him off that four years later it felt like people were singing Steve's praises for being brave enough to come out. Who fucking cared? Being gay was cool now or something--it gave you an edge and despite the fact that Eddie was bi himself, it truly felt like bisexuality was a cop-out to get girls to think you were hot with no intention to do the whole gay part of it. That was unfair to think, but in his biased opinion, some popular boy didn't deserve to be treated delicately while he had been in the trenches over it.

Eddie glared as the school day ended as he walked outside into the Autumn air. He could see Steve across the parking lot chatting to a gaggle of people around his car. He was smiling and laughing and everyone seemed so eager to let him know they accepted him. Or whatever the fuck. He couldn't actually hear what they were saying.

"Does the torture of high school know no fucking end?" Eddie grumbled, stuffing his hands in his pockets, not paying attention to where he was going.

"Tell me about it."

Eddie looked up at the sound of a voice; the words that were spoken dripped with sarcasm. Robin was leaning against her bike by Eddie, bag slung over her shoulder as she watched the fanfare from a safe distance--same as Eddie. Robin was president of the LGBT-Alliance club, and Eddie knew her from band. Robin was two years younger than him, but she had come in hot and loud about being a lesbian straight from jump. Despite how meek she was in many regards, she was smart and dedicated to her beliefs. Eddie could respect that.

"Get a load, huh?" Eddie asked, scoffing as he glanced back over at Steve.

"Hmm," Robin offered quietly, staring for a moment before starting to put on her helmet, "he's been coming to meetings pretty regularly over the last couple of months, you know."

Eddie looked back at Robin, surprised to hear her... defending Steve Harrington? He thought it was unanimous that geeks and weirdos like them hated guys like that.

"You'd know if you ever showed up for meetings," Robin said a bit flippantly, and Eddie frowned at her.

He had tried the whole LGBT-Alliance thing and it just wasn't his space. It was boring and he hated that the group generally just talked about events and progress they should make. He didn't want any of that, he just wanted to hang out with a couple of people that were queer like him. He didn't want to be scheduling and painting signs or whatever the fuck. He had his own things to do after school--band, D&D, chucking dirt wads at a wall--anything was better than sitting in what was essentially a business meeting.

"Come on," Eddie grumbled, not wanting to acknowledge that if Steve had been attending the LGBT-Alliance meetings that this 'leaving the closet thing' had been a long time coming.

"He's actually a decent guy," Robin defended as she adjusted her helmet straps, "all things considered."

Eddie huffed a laugh, scoffing at Robin.

"Didn't think I'd be hearing this from you, Buckley--I thought lesbians were supposed to hate all men or something," Eddie retorted, not really meaning it but feeling confrontational.

"Don't be a drag," Robin sighed, rolling her eyes at the comment, "talk to Will Byers about it or whatever. He's in your D&D thing, right?"

"Hellfire," Eddie corrected, thinking about that for a moment. Will was in both their clubs and he was close friends with Dustin--who also seemed to adore Steve Harrington for some reason. It was stupid, he didn't understand why half the kids in his after-school club liked the guy. Eddie had never had any personal conflict with Steve, but he fit the shape of every guy Eddie had ever taken issue with.

"Whatever," Robin retorted, getting onto her bike, "you know we're having a mixer next weekend. You should come."

Eddie looked at her, frowning again. He didn't want to go to a mixer, whatever she meant by that. Robin seemed to pick up on the mild confusion he had around the comment, explaining further.

"Geez, there's like posters around the school, Eddie. Our alliance and like 4 other schools in our district are having like an LGBT dance, mixer, party or whatever. Hosting in Talho on Saturday. We've got a pretty big turnout already, tickets are five bucks."

"Five bucks?" Eddie huffed, acting as if that number was ridiculous for an event like this. He didn't want to admit that it sounded kind of... nice. With four other school districts... that meant there would be a lot of guys that were undeniably queer he'd get to meet for the first time if he went. That was something. It'd really be something if he walked away with a date.

"I'll think about it," Eddie said, waving Robin off and continuing his slouch across the parking lot to start his long walk home.

—--

"Call me if you need a ride," Wayne said as Eddie shuffled out of the cab of the truck. He stood at the door, having to look up at Wayne in order to see him from how much the suspension of Wayne's old gas-guzzler hoisted the truck off the ground.

"Yeah, yeah," Eddie huffed, feeling put out already for having decided to come. He was having second thoughts as he stood there, holding Wayne's door.

"Eddie," Wayne said a bit more firmly, looking for a straight answer.

"I'll call if I need a ride home-- or whatever," Eddie replied, sounding annoyed as he shut the door and turned towards the school gym.

It was obvious where the event was being hosted and he felt weird showing up alone. He had decided to come after much lamenting, resigning himself to just chatting to Will all night if he hated the damn thing. It felt weird, and he quietly hoped that at least some people his age would show up. He didn't want to be stuck as the oldest person there amongst a sea of 14 and 15-year-olds.

The event wasn't formal, but Eddie had tried to clean up a bit. He'd left his leather jacket and vest at home, opting for just an old denim jacket and a T-shirt that didn't have a band or logo on it. Other than that, he was still in scuffed-up shoes and ripped jeans, but he hoped that didn't put people off. Not that it mattered. Not that he ultimately cared. He didn't want to talk to anyone who had a problem with it to begin with, but it still made him feel self-conscious. Really, he hadn't dressed up because he didn't have anything to dress up into. Even the debate of if this was worth five bucks or if he should save it in order to get the luxury of sub-par pizza next week had been a difficult choice to make. He hated showing up to things like this and sticking out like a sore thumb--he hated being easily marked as poor.

Eddie paid his entry fee and stepped into the gym; the decorations were tacky and everything screamed 'event put on by teenagers.' There was something kind of charming about that though, even if it felt a bit pedestrian. It was sort of as he feared though... there were people here--a decent amount--but everyone looked so... young. The realisation made Eddie tense a bit as he moved over to the refreshments table and idled before getting a drink.

Great. Just great. He had spent five bucks for an awkward night leaning against a wall and drinking fruit punch.

"Eddie!"

Eddie turned to see Robin waving at him. She had a vest with a button on it signifying that she was a leader in the club. She probably had responsibilities to attend to during the night, but she did look mildly excited to see him there.

Feeling like he didn't have much of an option, Eddie migrated in her direction, feeling very self-conscious about the whole thing.

"Hey, you made it," Robin offered, a few people hovering around her. It was sort of obvious that she was busy, but Eddie appreciated her taking the time to say hi.

"Yeah, figured I'd check it out at least," Eddie said, talking into his cup as he looked around the room. He didn't really have time to lament though as a small commotion worked its way towards them.

"Sorry--sorry!"

Eddie looked to see Steve Harrington making his way over to them with what looked like 4 dozen balloons. It was kind of comical really, seeing him try to fight past the sea of bobbing, colourful globes.

"Steve!" Robin said sharply, her volume subdued but still stern.

"Sorry--there was a hold-up--" Steve replied, awkwardly trying to move the balloons to see past them and talk directly to Robin.

"Oh—oh-How-what? A holdup?" Robin mocked back, tisking as she took a bundle of the balloons from Steve and handed them to the girls beside her.

"Uh, yeah, Buckley. There was a holdup, you gagging on ten-dollar lipstick or something?" Steve retorted quickly "looks good by the way." He was gesturing to the make-up Robin had on and the bright red lipstick she had applied which was fairly different compared to her usual look.

Eddie snorted into his cup, choking slightly as he tried to hold back from laughing at the burn. Robin looked offended for half a beat before smacking one of the balloons directly into Steve's face and taking the rest of the handful.

"Ow--hey," Steve complained, getting aggressively jostled as Robin walked past him.

Despite what was being said, the whole exchange had been... friendly. It was weird really, it looked and sounded like Robin and Steve were actually friends. They were toying with each other and being bitchy in a way Eddie had only ever seen best buddies do, which was really goddamn weird to see coming from a superstar, jock hunk, and the local raging feminist, band geek.

"You're on my shit-list," Robin commented, pointing over her shoulder at Steve and then bustling off with the other girls and the balloons. Obviously, they had been meant for decorations and Robin was now rushed to finish setting everything up. The whole exchange had been so quick Eddie hadn't even been able to properly react before he was standing there... with Steve.

Steve turned towards him and Eddie averted his gaze, still holding his punch glass up to his lips.

"Hey," Steve greeted, sounding much too charming.

"Hey," Eddie mumbled back, turning slightly and facing the room instead of looking at Steve. He didn't walk away, that felt like a bridge too far, but he wasn't going to open himself up to a conversation.

"Eddie, right?" Steve asked, and Eddie glanced at him, watching Steve push his hair back into place. He hadn't realised, but Steve was panting slightly, obviously catching his breath from... probably running in here to deliver Robin's balloons.

"Yeah," Eddie confirmed, looking away again as he slouched. Great. He was stuck talking to Steve with no obvious escape plan. Perfect.

"Steve--"

"I know who you are," Eddie replied, not letting Steve finish his introduction. It had probably just been to be polite anyway, but it was obvious that Eddie knew who he was. They went to school together. They had mutual friends. It wasn't rocket science.

That shut Steve up for a moment and chewed at Eddie's guts. That had been a bit rude. Steve hadn't actually done anything wrong, yet, so really he should just save it for another time. Steve was stuck here too after all, with a bunch of kids just like Eddie.

"Pretty... young," Eddie said, watching the gym as people mingled. It really was just a bunch of 14 or 15-year-olds chatting with one another. They seemed to be having fun, and Eddie was glad for that since he hadn't had anything like this when he was that age.

"Hm, yeah," Steve replied, sounding kind of amused for some reason. "Always the damn babysitter, huh?"

Eddie glanced at him for that comment, not really understanding where it was coming from.

"Yeah..." Eddie offered, wondering if he had said it because Hellfire Club also skewed younger. He had seen Steve drop Dustin off before, scolding him like a mother would over something, but he had never come inside to meet anyone at Hellfire. Eddie had just noticed it was all.

An awkward silence drew out between them and Eddie could tell that Steve was starting to feel uncomfortable too.

"You seen Will Byers anywhere?" Eddie asked, looking for an out. He knew that Steve knew Will, he was one of those mutual friends.

"Oh, yeah," Steve offered, not making a motion to point anywhere, "but I'd leave him alone tonight if I were you."

Eddie quirked a brow at Steve, something of a challenge in his stance as he looked at him. Why on earth would he leave Will Byers alone tonight?

"I drove him--" Steve half explained, obviously realising that he needed to elaborate, "that's why uh I'm--it doesn't matter. There's a boy here that he likes."

Eddie's eyebrows shot up at Steve's explanation, looking back at the floor and the sea of dweeby, little gays circling each other awkwardly. Oh. Right. This was a lot of people's first chance to do anything with someone queer like them. He hadn't considered that Will would have someone here he intended to talk to.

Eddie laughed, both at his own stupidity and the charming realisation that he was glad this whole thing was happening, even if he wasn't having a good time.

"Good for him," Eddie snorted, cheersing the room and taking a swig of his punch.

"God," Eddie sighed, finding the humour in this whole thing now, "who the hell am I supposed to bother now?"

He was lamenting for no real reason, wondering quietly to himself if he should hold out and wait to see if anyone else his age showed up or if he should just cut his losses and start the long walk home. At least then, once he got back, Wayne would just assume he got a ride and had a good time. He didn't want to admit to Wayne that he ditched, not after he had agonised over whether or not it was worth it to spend the five dollars. Wayne had supported him going and assured him it wasn't a waste if he wanted to go. Eddie didn't want to prove him wrong.

Eddie glanced at Steve, wondering how he was going to excuse himself now that his out was occupied. He caught Steve looking at him and quickly looked forward again, surveying the room. That was weird. Eddie took note of that, slowly looking back at the party unfolding before them.

"So... Bi, huh?" Eddie offered, not sure why he was trying. He'd give it until he finished his glass of punch and then he'd walk home if no one interesting entered the party.

Steve seemed to laugh a bit awkwardly to that, doing this weird thing with his hands where he clasped them behind his back and then swung them forward to clasp at his front. It was the most uncomfortable Eddie had ever seen him--not that he had paid a ton of attention to Steve before now.

Oh. Eddie realised, feeling his chest clench a little, this was a lot of people's first chance to talk to another queer person. He was the oldest one here, closely followed by Steve... they were both fish out of water. Steve had the club, but there weren't a lot of guys their age that Eddie knew of who were queer. Steve had been mingling with kids this whole time. He was the elder here... weird.

"Yeah, I didn't really expect it to become a whole... thing," Steve replied, shaking Eddie from his thoughts. Right, he had pointedly questioned Steve's sexuality. Classy.

"Yeah, well, they'll get over it," Eddie retorted, feeling a bit bad now that he had been so dismissive of Steve's attempt to talk to him.

"I mean, it's been fine, I guess," Steve replied, sounding unsure of himself but not exactly bothered. Eddie could understand that, he didn't have the same experience per se, but all the guys at Hellfire knew he was queer and it was fine. He could remember being unsure though how gay he got to act around them all. It had been awkward and uncomfortable to find the rhythm of where you all sat, even if no one was blatantly rejecting you.

"Feels like you and everyone else are walking on eggshells about it, right?" Eddie asked, sighing as he leaned back until he hit the wall behind them, slouching.

"Something like that," Steve replied, his words coming out slowly as he watched Eddie and then took half a step back to join him against the wall.

"My advice? Just don't fall in love with your best friends," Eddie joked, only half serious. It verged on real advice, but it wasn't like it was something you could help.

Steve laughed anyway, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Yeah, as if. No thanks."

Something about that made Eddie smile a bit. Steve had been so dismissive of the idea as if the mere mention of having a mild interest in some jock was unheard of.

Eddie took a swig of his punch, swallowing hard as he started to relax a little bit.

"I'm bi too, you know," he said, sucking his upper lip to get the rest of the juice off.

"I can't remember if I used that word when I came out though--people just sort of figured with me, I don't think I really had to tell anyone."

"Yeah?" Steve asked, sounding interested but not sure how to progress.

"Uh, c'ya, what do you think?" Eddie mocked back, flipping his long hair over his shoulders and then flicking it back with his hands from side to side as if he were walking down some kind of runway. Long hair didn't mean you were gay, but it was a step towards making people think you were.

Steve laughed at that too, properly this time without that edge of awkwardness to it. That, in turn, made Eddie smile a bit. He liked it when people found him funny, it felt good to make people laugh. It felt better still to be joking about something gay and not having to correct or explain anything to the other person. Steve was queer too, even if he was new at this, there wasn't that same level of judgment. Huh... funny though that he suddenly just accepted that Steve was queer when he had been put off by the idea initially.

The night carried on like that and Eddie was surprised to find... that he didn't mind talking to Steve all that much. There were quite a few cultural touchstones that he didn't have when it came to 'nerd shit' but he didn't seem to be annoyed by Eddie explaining those things to him if it was necessary. Eddie had gotten a bit louder and more loose before too long, even if he wasn't exactly buddy-buddy with Steve. And Steve, surprisingly, had stuck with him the whole night. Really, the event hadn't matured at all and Eddie had little desire to go mingle with the kids--especially when the kid that he knew here was probably trying his best to flirt. What the hell was he supposed to do? Walk up to a group of youngsters and just ask what they were talking about? "Trust me, trust me. I play games with children all the time!" Yeah, no.

Eddie's watch beeped at him and he looked at it, turning the little digital screen off. It wasn't that late, just past 10 really, but the longer he waited the more miserable the walk home would be.

"Well, that's my queue," Eddie said, pushing off the wall and leaving his cup on a table by them. "I should go."

He stuffed his hands in his pockets, not regretting having come after all, but not really feeling like staying either. Steve had made the night bearable, but Eddie wasn't all that eager to keep it up.

"Why? Or you'll turn into a pumpkin?" Steve asked, teasing a little.

Eddie snorted at him, finding that line incredibly cheesy and in turn kind of funny because of that.

"Yeah, I've got to go traipse into the woods and take root or I'll start sprouting weeds like a chia-pet."

Steve chuckled at him, looking over to the doors. Eddie started walking towards the exit anyway, and Steve seemed surprised that he was actually going. He got off the wall and walked a few paces with Eddie before they both stopped, lingering a bit.

"I've just got to start walking home," Eddie explained, pinching his brows in, finding it kind of amusing that Steve seemed... concerned? He wasn't sure, it felt out of character for a cool guy to be following him.

"Walking home?" Steve asked, again, sounding surprised. "To Hawkins?"

"No to the moon, Bilbo was writing about me. Yeah back to Hawkins," he answered sarcastically, jamming his thumb towards the doors. Steve didn't seem bothered by the reply, even if he squinted for a moment with confusion with Eddie's mention of Bilbo.

"You live at Hawkins Trailer Park, right?" Steve asked.

The question instantly made Eddie tense, and he set his jaw a bit.

"Yeah, why?" He asked, sounding a bit defensive. He didn't like this line of questioning. It always felt weird when people commented on the fact that he lived in a trailer park. It especially felt weird coming from rich-boy Steve Harrington.

"Jeez, chill. I'll give you a ride, I live near there too," Steve explained, taking his keys out of his pocket and jostling them, "Hawkins is too far to walk to from here."

Eddie blinked at him a moment, floored by the offer for some reason.

"You don't have to do that, man," Eddie replied, feeling extremely awkward all of a sudden. "You should stay."

"And do what?" Steve asked, sounding amused. He looked over his shoulder at the crowd of young teens chatting and mingling before looking back at Eddie with a raised brow.

"Fair enough," Eddie replied, banishing his guilt for now. Steve was right though, Hawkins was far to walk to from here and there really wasn't a lot keeping Steve at the mixer. Will was getting a ride home from his brother and Robin was too busy fussing over every little thing to mingle. Plus, the event really would be closing soon so Steve didn't have to stay.

Eddie still felt awkward as he walked up to Steve's beamer and prepared himself to feel awkward the whole drive back to Hawkins. It was a nice car and he couldn't help but constantly think about how he had never been in a car this nice before. It wasn't brand-spanking new, but it almost felt like it with how clean it was. The car was spotless really and it was obvious that Steve took extremely good care of his ride.

"This is... uh, a nice ride," Eddie said, running his hands over the dash as Steve drove, before sitting back again.

"Thanks," Steve replied, chuckling a little. Eddie really was admiring the car; he wasn't a gear-head but he could appreciate a nice ride. Thrill bubbled in Eddie's stomach all of a sudden as he glanced at Steve.

"How fast can this thing go?"

Steve looked at him in turn, the moment drawing out between them before Steve's lips cracked into a smile.

"Want to find out?"

Eddie's eyes widened and he smiled back, surprised and pleased that his ask was being met. God, it was so stupid. They were being such teenagers right now. Steve in his daddy's bought, fast car with the punk, bad-influence kid in his passenger's seat ready to tear it up on the freeway.

Steve pulled off the main road and Eddie's stomach swooped with excitement. He didn't know where they were going but he figured Steve knew somewhere they could drive without hitting anyone. He didn't want to be stupid about it, maybe a bit reckless, but hey--they were young. When else were they going to do this shit?

Eddie leaned forward, turning on the radio and fiddling with the dial.

"What're you doing?" Steve asked, sounding amused as they drove towards some back, country road. Perfect.

"Finding the right music!" Eddie replied, sounding equal parts excited and exasperated for being asked. He was flicking through the dial quickly, only pausing for a beat or two before switching again until he found what he was looking for.

"You done?" Steve asked as Eddie paused for a moment longer to confirm that he liked the song. He looked at Steve before cranking the volume dial and sticking his tongue out.

"Let's fucking go," Eddie whooped, sitting back and bracing himself as he felt Steve hit the gas and they started rocketing down the road.

Fear mingled with thrill as Eddie sat back, holding onto the door as they drove down this pitch-black road. He shouted with excitement, obviously stressed but having a blast. Steve seemed cool as could be, smiling with the thrill of it too but none of Eddie's anxieties.

"Fuckin' hell--" Eddie managed as they reached a bend and Steve slowed down to take it. He started to decelerate, their quick little drag race having finished.

"We should do that again!" Eddie continued, panting a bit as he felt his heart pounding in his chest.

"Chill out--" Steve snorted, falling back into the rules of the road as he stopped at an unmarked rail crossing. "Cops like to drive around here--we'd be risking it."

"Boooo," Eddie called, smiling in a joking way. He understood and he wouldn't push it even if he wanted that adrenaline rush again.

"Another time then," Eddie replied finally, pausing for a moment as he realised he had assumed he'd be in Steve's car again for some reason.

"Sure," Steve answered back easily, chuckling a little.

Eddie glanced at him, before reaching to turn the music volume back down. He didn't turn it off though, needing the quiet metal to help settle him.

Steve sure did laugh a lot, didn't he? Was Eddie really that amusing?

Eddie felt his pocket buzz and he squirmed before taking his phone out. It was Wayne. He was asking if Eddie needed a ride, surely expecting that Eddie had lost track of time or something like that. Eddie let the car fall into silence as he replied back to Wayne, feeling a bit weird all of a sudden. He kept typing and retyping what to say.

No, I got a ride from a friend. Were Steve and him friends?

I'm good. Too vague, it would worry Wayne too much.

Some guy gave me a lift. That sounded sketchy as hell. Eddie just settled on 'no, I got a ride' and left it at that, but it made him feel weird regardless.

"Everything okay?" Steve asked, drawing Eddie's attention back to him.

"Oh, yeah, no, yeah. Just my uncle wondering how I was getting home," Eddie explained, feeling weird about Steve asking him something like that. Robin had been right... he really wasn't such a bad guy after all.

"So," Eddie said, breaking the silence, running his hands over the seat, "this car get you mad puss?" He asked, his tone jovial and teasing as he stuck his tongue out between his fingers, being lewd on purpose. He didn't know why his default was raunchy humour, but it had tumbled out of him before he thought too hard about it.

"God, shut up--" Steve replied in good humour, sounding surprised and amused by the sudden comment.

"I know I've got a reputation, but jeez, man," Steve laughed, driving them back onto the main road towards Hawkins.

"So... that a yes?" Eddie teased, enjoying this little banter.

"Yeah," Steve confirmed, before glancing at Eddie out of the corner of his eye with a wry smile.

Eddie burst out laughing at that, finding it more than a little amusing that Steve was leaning into the tease and taking it on the chin.

"Fuck, dude," Eddie giggled, not sure why that was just so amusing. It felt so weird to have good-boy, Steve Harrington talking to him about getting laid. This was so fucked up. This was so fucking weird.

"So," Steve started as Eddie stared out the window, still grinning to himself a bit, "how long have you known you were..."

Eddie glanced at Steve before lounging against the door, smiling at him.

"Queer?"

Steve looked at Eddie from the corner of his eye, obviously a little unsure of himself.

"You can say it you know," Eddie offered, crossing his arms and looking nonplussed. "If you are one, you get to say it as long as you're not like slurring it at someone or something. Welcome to the restricted section."

"Alright..." Steve replied, sounding a little unsure still. Eddie smiled at that too, finding it a bit charming how baby gay Steve was over the whole thing. He felt a bit superior all of a sudden, and he liked that feeling with Steve. He was in a fast car with the most popular boy in school and he was talking to him about how to be queer. What a trip.

"Since forever," Eddie replied, "I've known since forever. It was more weird for me to figure out that not everyone felt the same way. Like, girls--guys, whatever. Hot people are hot, end of story."

Steve nodded to that and Eddie tucked into the corner of his seat, feeling cool and relaxed as he watched Steve drive.

"You?"

Steve seemed to waffle a bit at the question, putting too much thought into it no doubt.

"I don't know," he finally replied, looking dissatisfied with his own answer, "somewhat recently, I think? It's like... I acknowledged it maybe a few months ago but, I don't know. Before that, I sort of felt like I was being dramatic or something? Like, obviously, I like girls so that's fine, it felt kinda... cliche?"

Eddie cringed a bit at the phrase Steve used, nodding his head and glancing away. He had much the same judgment towards Steve until recently. That had been unfair. It didn't matter that Steve was popular or that there had been less risk involved in his 'coming out' compared to Eddie. He was pretty and sporty and even if there was something a little cliche about an all-American boy like him turning out to be queer it didn't mean it was wrong.

"Your folks know?" Eddie asked, talking softer, not wanting to pry if Steve didn't want to talk about it.

"Yeah," Steve answered easily, his tone unreadable. "They knew before I uh... came out socially?"

Eddie nodded, rubbing his head against the window and feeling the car vibrate under him.

"They... cool?" He asked, feeling a bit weird about the whole thing. He was older than Steve, but he didn't really feel like he was. Steve had so much... going on. He had his own car, activities, career paths--he seemed so put together. He was perfectly coiffed and dressed, his car spotless... Eddie was the exact opposite. He wanted to be a musician and he worked hard at it, but sometimes it felt like he was putting all his eggs in one basket.

"Uh.... yeah, mostly," Steve replied, sounding a bit hesitant.

"That great, huh?" Eddie asked, smiling lightly and trying to sound sympathetic.

"No, well, my mom seems pretty accepting of it. Unsure like... nervous? I don't know. My dad... I don't really know what he thinks yet. He's--it doesn't matter."

Eddie frowned slightly as Steve cut himself off. It was a personal topic and he didn't blame him for not wanting to share, but it felt kind of bad to hear Steve say it didn't matter.

"What about your uh... uncle?" Steve asked, sounding awkward as he shifted the conversation.

"Yeah, he's cool," Eddie replied, looking back out the window, "I don't think he really knows how to be supportive necessarily so he's just like... trucking on but he's never dropped the ball. Treats all my... gay shit as if it was just normal shit." Eddie replied, laughing a little bit. He knew he was lucky to have Wayne. Not every queer person had a supportive family and once upon a time, he hadn't had that either. Wayne was a saviour... in more ways than one.

"That's... cool," Steve answered and Eddie snorted a little at how awkward the delivery had been.

"What?" Steve replied, sounding a bit amused.

"That's... cool," Eddie mocked, making his voice sound girly and vapid.

"Shut up," Steve scoffed, drawing up the syllables a bit.

Eddie grinned, liking that Steve seemed to be easy to torment. He went for the bait every time, but he never seemed overly offended.

"Gee wiz, Eddie, your uncle seems like such a cool guy," Eddie continued, being annoying on purpose. He kept it up as Steve started to laugh in mock annoyance. "Let's you go to a pre-teen party and everything."

"Stop--" Steve booed, glancing at Eddie quickly before purposefully wobbling the steering wheel and making the car quickly veer back and forth.

Eddie jolted up right at the movement, grabbing the door.

"Shit--don't--" Eddie squawked, smiling despite how that had made his stomach drop.

"Asshole--" Eddie jeered, looking at Steve who was grinning back at him. Okay, so Steve was actually fun? Was this why Dustin and those kids liked him so much? Mr. Uptight-jock was actually a little bit of a wild child hidden behind good hair and a dazzling smile?

Eddie settled into his seat, feeling kind of good about the night as he looked back out the window and let the rest of the drive grow quiet. They weren't far from Hawkins now and a part of Eddie felt kind of strung out from the weird emotional whiplash of the night.

"You know," Eddie said as they pulled up towards the trailer park, "you're actually not a bad guy, Steve Harrington."

Steve looked at him, eyebrows pinched in with mild concern.

"Thanks?"

"It's a compliment," Eddie scoffed in a friendly way, unbuckling his seatbelt as Steve drove slowly down the gravel road.

"Oh, well, thank you then," Steve reiterated a bit more sarcastically.

"You're also kind of a bitch," Eddie retorted, smiling at him and getting an incredulous sound from Steve. The car pulled to a stop and Eddie climbed out. He shut the door but lingered a second until Steve rolled down the window. He leaned over the frame and looked in at Steve.

"I can see why those kids think you're kind of cool," Eddie continued, feeling kind of... charmed. "Guess that makes you cool in my books too."

"Cool? Or cool?" Steve asked, mocking Eddie's previous buffoonery.

Eddie laughed, shaking his head as he leaned back.

"You're a bit of a dork too, you know that?"

He liked dorky guys.

"A dork? This? Coming from you?" Steve asked, inching his car forward a bit to keep Eddie in view of the window.

"Oh, cram-it," Eddie retorted, flipping Steve off through the window. He patted the doorframe lightly, careful not to hit it with any of his rings.

"Thanks for the ride though," Eddie swallowed, not really looking at Steve but still trying to be friendly.

"Yeah, man. Don't worry about it."

Eddie nodded, feeling weird about just walking away. He kind of wanted to stay out, chat more, and just listen to the radio with Steve which was... a weird thought. They didn't really have anything in common, and somehow Eddie knew that they weren't going to talk again at school. Steve was popular, he wasn't. Eddie was graduating this year, and Steve was 16. They ran in completely different circles.

"Kay, well, later then," Eddie offered, half waving his hand in front of the window before sticking his hands in his pockets and walking towards his trailer. Steve didn't say anything back, but he waited for Eddie to get his door open before pulling away like a proper gentleman.

The whole night felt... so odd to Eddie. He didn't know if he could say he had a good time, or even what had happened during the night, but it had been... nice. It had nothing to do with the mixer or anything Eddie had prepared himself for that night but instead, his good mood rested solely on his interaction with Steve. It was so weird and it left him feeling like he was in limbo. Like this night had been a weird pocket event and he'd never have a repeat of anything like it again. Nothing big had happened, nothing important, and there was nothing to remember about it really... but it felt like he wanted to hold onto it somehow.

Eddie huffed and stretched his lips, before finally taking the last few steps into the trailer. There was no point dwelling on something he couldn't touch and thinking too hard about it would probably ruin everything anyways. This could just be a one off. He could just look back on this and think about how nice it had been to bond... with Steve Harrington.

[impixx]

Stardew Valley Headcannons: When the bachelors first meet you

warnings: none

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Sebastian:

100% a grouch at first

Seb probably didn’t look forward to having someone new move in, because that means having to meet and talk to a completely new person

But he completely forgot about how much he hates people when he saw you

“Woah.. um, hey. You’re the new farmer here right?”

He plays his shock off as being surprised that someone new ACTUALLY came to Pelican Town

After your first interaction he doesn’t really know how to feel

How does he even talk to someone new?

And extremely good looking

It takes him awhile to open up and get comfortable with you, but give him a chance. It’s definitely worth it

Sam:

The exact opposite of Sebastian

Sam is stoked that someone new is moving in

Someone new that he can make friends with and maybe even for get into his music? Great!

He was so confident that your first meeting was gonna go great

That is until he saw you walking over to him

Poor boy turned into a blushing mess

Nobody told him that the farmer was hot

It’s been years since Sam has had a crush, so it’s safe to say he has no clue what to do with himself

He manages to not embarrass himself when you introduce yourself, surprisingly not stumbling on his words as much as he was expecting

Once you leave he puffs up a bit, confident that you didn’t notice his flustered demeanor

You definitely noticed, but he doesn’t need to know that

Shane:

When Shane was told that a farmer would be moving to town, he quite honestly didn’t care

Someone new to ignore him like everyone else? To judge him for his bad habits?

No thank you

The first time you talk he still hasn’t given up that sentiment

“What? Leave me alone.”

After a few days of you greeting him whenever you cross paths, he begins to realize that you’re different

He slowly begins to open up, but the back of his mind still wonders if you judge him like everyone else

Elliot:

Elliot was happy about you moving to town

Not overly excited, but definitely looking forward to the arrival of someone new

Someone different and exciting

Not to mention the (hopefully) delectable crops that would come with a farm

He was certainly shocked when he saw you

He was not expecting this new farmer to be so… beautiful

Unlike many of the other bachelors, he shows you his poetic personality fairly quickly

Using quotes and fancy words that fly over your head

Elliot knows the importance of first impressions

And he definitely made a good one

Harvey:

Like Sam, he was happy to hear that someone new was coming to town

A new friend AND a new patient?!

Sign him up!

Even after you introduce yourself to him he has a hard time being genuine with you, his awkward personality shining through in all of your conversations

It doesn’t help that he thinks you’re like… really pretty

Like REALLY pretty

You’re so beautiful and so gentle to him…

The moment that you left he let out the biggest breath and wiped the sweat from his forehead

He swears you’re going to be the death of him

Alex:

Alex was pretty indifferent to a new neighbor

Like, yeah it’ll be nice to have a new person around, maybe even someone closer to his age

But at the same time he would be just fine staying in his current little circle

That isn’t to say that he didn’t start getting antsy when he heard that you were in town and introducing yourself to the villagers

When you do introduce yourself he finds himself much more excited than he expected to be

“Hey, you’re the new farm girl/boy aren’t you?”

Yeah that definitely came off as chill

Yes he starts off just talking about sports and his work outs with you, but he’s really a big puppy behind his jock persona

[odxrilove]

☆ TXT AS PEOPLE AT SCHOOL

genre: highschool!au

warnings: none.

a/n: queued.

☆ YEONJUN

the “it” boy at school, no one can deny that. leads the dance club, being the main reason why they get 1st place at dance competitions. girls want him but he’s not focused on that, probably thinks they only talk to him because they are interested in his band because yes, yeonjun is in a band. cares a lot about his grades and often helps other students with homework and such. he’s the hallway crush of so many people. the type to joke around with his friends in the hallways and lean against the lockers like a real jock. although he is said to be the most handsome guy at school, he’s known for being super loyal to his friends and nice to everyone he meets.

☆ SOOBIN

the principal probably called him to his office one day to compliment his determination in getting good grades. has a cartoon lunchbox and was made fun for it until anime started to get more popular. wears his glasses all the time and they always get so dirty that he has a handkerchief in his pocket to clean them with. stays at the library a lot and the old woman at the desk loves him because he always puts the books back on their shelves silently. probably bumps a lot into other people and has to constantly pick up his papers from the floor because he often forgets his binder or notebooks at home. rumor was that the cheerleading captain used to have a crush on him.

☆ BEOMGYU

he’s the guy everyone has a love-hate relationship with. probably the one to start random food fights every three months or so. people call him weird because he used to have an emo phase during his second year of highschool. someone made a shrine for him in one of the empty lockers because he showed up one day with a black hairband and longer hair after a holiday. he’s the kid who jokes around in hope to get attention because he feels misunderstood and unloved by his entourage. he played the electric guitar in his free time until yeonjun found out and invited him to join his band. now, he seems much happier than before with his new close friend group and he gets less in trouble.

☆ TAEHYUN

he arrives super late at school every day but manages to arrive on time in class because he skates through the hallways, which he gets scolded occasionally for. usually in the middle row because he has bad eyesight but doesn’t want to get caught sleeping. he does actually care for his grades but spends a lot of time exploring the city at night so he’s always tired and thus, even more quiet. came back after summer break with freshly dyed hair and was ranked second on the “pretty boys” list. more appreciated than he thinks he is and was surprised when people defended him after he got falsely accused of cheating on an exam. a meme of his shocked face went around school when the physics teacher put a table on fire.

☆ HUENING KAI

he’s just never alone, always accompanied by one of his friends. people envy his friendship because his friends wait for him after class and offer him their lunch desserts. makes a lot of bad jokes and is just generally awkward but he’s just so loveable that it’s cute. was probably the new student but was immediately “adopted” by the popular (nice) guys at school. throws little notes around class and gets caught at least three times a week but the notes are all little doodles, dad jokes or “which page are we on???”, so the teachers let him get away with it. people started coming earlier to school just because he hosted the morning announcements for a few months.

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[thewritetofreespeech]

MC rejecting the 7 brothers romantically?

yaaaaaaaaaaasssssssssss!!! yes, yes, yes!! 

I should not be this happy to ruin people’s dreams & happy endings. I’m a terrible person.....

Obey me Brother + Rejection

Lucifer

“Lucifer I...don’t feel the same way.”

Lucifer was stunned to hear those words from you.

He was usually so careful. So calculating on things. He never thought that you wouldn’t feel the same. Where had his trust been misplaced? Where had he gone wrong? Perhaps his cold heart had warmed too much to your kindness. Thought that, maybe, your friendship & bravery towards him could be something a kin to love. Hoped, even.

“Well, I apologize [Y/N]. I didn’t mean to inconvenience you. Please know that this doesn’t change anything between us, or your placement in the program.”

He excused himself and went back to his work. Burying himself in it, as usual, to not have to deal with these feelings. Logic and power, that was all that mattered.

Mammon

“I’m sorry Mammon I...don’t feel that way about you.”

His heart suddenly felt emptier than his piggy bank.

Had he really heard you right? Did you really no....feel the same?

He could have sworn you did! He was your first after all! The one you had chosen, out of all of them, to be the first you made a pact with. Your relationship was special. You were special. You made him....feel special.

He can take rejection from anyone but you. Mammon had taken it all his life, so he accepted it, but not from you.

“Ha! Ya think I was being serious?! I-It was just a joke!” He barked out before he ran away. Not literally. He had some pride. But he removed himself from the conversation quickly before you can realize the tears welling up behind his gold shades. He’ll never put himself out there again.

Levi

“Levi I’m sorry but....there’s someone else.”

He was shocked to hear your response. This wasn’t how it happened in manga!!

Of course he knew that things didn’t work out perfectly like they did in manga. Yet another reason the RL world was so cruel. But he had hoped they wouldn’t lead him wrong.

As he thought about it though, he couldn’t be surprised. Of course there was someone else. Someone as perfect & wonderful as you must have someone on their mind. Not a smelly, stingy otaku like him. He’d flown too close to the sun, and now like Icarus he was crashing down.

“It’s....ok. I-I-I didn’t really mean it. I was just practicing for when I meet Ruri-chan next month!” He ran away and hid in his run for several days. The darkness and his figures his only friends now.

Satan

“I’m flattered Satan. Truly. But....”

Satan sighed softly as he prepared himself to be let down gently. He’d prepared for this.

Although he had prepared for this it still hurt. Planning for something and for it to actually happen were two separate realities he had come to face. It hurt. And usually when he was hurt he lashed out. This was the first time he felt hurt and also felt....defeated.

“That’s ok.” He replied calmly, with a force polite smile. “I understand. You don’t have to explain any further. I hope this won’t make things awkward for us. Even though I wish we could be more, I still want us to be friends [Y/N].”

He’ll take what he can get.

Asmo

“Asmo I’m sorry. I like you! But....only as a friend.”

At first, he doesn’t understand the response. The words just don’t compute in his head. Then they come through with a blaring blast like a siren. 

Everyone wanted him. And he meant everyone. He was like Helen of Troy, Cleopatra, and Casanova all wrapped into one! No one said no to him!

Was this how it felt? To be rejected? Oh God...what had he done to all those poor people....

“I...I have to go....” The usually jovial, chatty demon excused himself from you and all but ran away. He couldn’t face this. He felt like his heart, his guts, his soul was being ripped out. Well, at least he could cry pretty.

Beel

“Oh Beel I....I don’t think about you...that way.”

There was a hammer in his gut all of a sudden. He wasn’t excepting that.

He knew it was a long shot for you to accept his feelings. He wasn’t as smart as his brothers. He wasn't traditionally handsome like Asmo or Mammon. But he wanted to try. To be honest with you.

Maybe he had held out hope until this moment that maybe you could think of him as more than the big, dumb jock who ate all the food all the time.

When you tell him no, Beel tried to take it in stride. “It’s ok. I just wanted you to know how I felt.”

The hammer in his gut was quickly dissolving. Turning into a deep pit and hole that demanded to be filled. He quickly excused himself, forcing a smile, and went to the kitchens. In a matter of moments the fridge, the freezer, the cabinets, were all cleaned out. But the empty feeling wouldn’t go away. Why wouldn’t it go away?

Belphie

“Belphie I....”

You don’t have to say anything else. He knows what’s coming.

Of course you keep talking, but Belphegor was just drowning them out. Another failure. Another disappointment. He just wanted this to end so he could go back to his room and sleep for an eternity.

He should have known better than to get involved with a human. He been right about them all along. Selfish, cruel, small minded humans who only take, take, take and then foolishly give hope to people because it’s not enough to just take they have to destroy all happiness.

“Fine. Whatever.” Belphegor muttered at [Y/N] before slumped back to his room.

He should have never let them open that door. He should have never let you in.

[justasimplesinner]

Ok ok Eddie with a jock friend (and eventual s/o), here's what I'm thinking: High school Eddie (whatever version honestly) mouths off to some teachers or embarrasses them with his superior intellect in an insulting way and gets sent to the principal's office. Since this is a repeat offense (try seven times and counting) the punishment is more severe...but the principal says she'll lighten his detention sentence if he uses his smarts for good and enters the high school's peer tutoring program for at least a month. Cue jock who is eager to learn but maybe has a learning disability or ADHD and their course material just isn't sticking.

They come to Eddie for help and he's a bit of an ass at first but then he realizes that they're not just looking for answers; they are genuinely interested in what he has to say and wants to learn so they can do their homework on their own. He gets to know them and how intelligent they are in other ways and his little heart goes doki-doki.

this invoked violent daydreaming in me, i've gotten distracted by my own thoughts every 5 minutes while writing this

Edward with a dumb jock s/o hcs:

safe to say, this situation isn't ideal, and Eddie is not happy at all. he has to deal with idiots and brutes every day anyway, and now they're taking some of his only spare time away from them all just because he was right and his teacher was wrong? why is he constantly being punished for being right, for being smart?

he doesn't get along with his fellow peers from the program at all. some of them recognized him already and knew it was better to stay away lest they wanted to get insulted either by him or everyone else for talking to him, some of them tried to reach out but gave out pretty quickly. in highschool, Edward became way more bratty and mean. in middle school, he was still trying to fit in but he was incredibly overwhelming for other kids and also an easy target, and that really made him resent everyone around him. so getting along with the other students wasn't really an option

however, he dreaded meeting the ones he had to tutor even more. partly because he did not want to deal with some idiots that couldn't get an equation right, partly because he knew most of those idiots are going to be the same ones that always pick on him. half the football team had to be assigned to that program so they would pass their classes. sports don't always give you a get out of jail free pass apparently, and they were forced to study, which didn't sit well with them at all

and then, you came along. he didn't know if you were better or worse than the rest of the jock community that he had the displeasure of meeting. you were just so... dense. it's like you were smart but didn't even know it and couldn't quite use that to your advantage. it fucking annoyed him. incredibly so. you were frustrating beyond imagination. you were getting distracted so easily, and he had to explain the same thing over and over to you and it was driving him up the wall. why couldn't you just get it? Edward both thinks he's the smartest and that nobody will ever understand the lengths his knowledge goes to, and can't quite grasp the fact that people just can't understand something that's so blatantly obvious to him. safe to say, he would not be a good teacher

Ed is absolutely appaled by your eagerness to learn though. practically everything he says flies over your head and despite all his rambling, you still don't understand jack shit, but at the same time... you're such an avid listener. you genuinely think this peer tutoring program could help you get better. you want to get better. and as much as he doesn't want to admit, it really scores you some brownie points in his eyes. because despite everything, you at least try. you don't expect him to do your homework for you and guarantee you a good grade, you genuinely want to work for it. you expect him to explain things to you so you can do that homework yourself and you can be proud of yourself for doing something right. sometimes, he thinks he'd prefer it if you just threatened him to do your work for you because getting you to remember something is an impossible task, but he doesn't mean that

he remembers one of your first study sessions together when he just snapped and almost screamed at you that you were an idiot. to his absolute astonishment, you didn't beat his ass, you didn't even scream back. you just smiled your stupid dorky smile and laughed your stupid dorky smile, saying that he clearly wasn't in the mood so instead of studying you took him for a late lunch. a lunch. and instead of learning more about what you were supposed you, you were trying to learn more about him. best thing is, that day was the first and only time he shared any form of personal information with you and - as opposed to the Mendeleev's table - you memorized most of what he said. hell, next time you saw him, you brought him that specific chocolate he somehow admitted to liking

more and more often, you were bringing him small things, 'thank you gifts' as you called them. as if you knew you were hard to put up with sometimes, at least for him. of course, at first he took it as some sort of bribe, that you tried to worm your way into his graces so he'd do your homework for you or whatever but soon enough you made him realise that you were just genuinely being nice. he has never met someone quite like you, you were an enigma to him

soon enough, he didn't even realise he was looking forward to those study sessions with you. he was constantly lying to himself about how annoying and dense you were, and yet he started feeling more comfortable around you and talking with you freely. he started liking your stupid inquires that usually were something along the lines of "what kind of animal is the Pink Panther", even smirking at them under his nose as if he found idiocy amusing. it was both a nightmare and a blessing to have you around

he couldn't quite understand the weird feeling he got whenever you referred to him as your friend or greeted him at the corridors. or when you offered to have some study sessions at your house because you couldn't keep quiet in the school library and put all the librarians on edge. he didn't really get what was going on with him when he smiled and laughed along with you, in your messy room, as you were trying to figure out how to write a proper essay

he... liked coming to your house. it was admittedly better than the library. your parents were really warm and welcoming, weirdly supportive which he couldn't quite understand since you weren't... well, the brightest. the food was nice, too. and your room was so... you. that's the only way to describe it, what with all the little trinkets and posters and things laying around, and with some music or movies in the background. he also noticed a constantly reoccuring theme amongst your possessions and he was surprised how much knowledge you had on one or two specific subjects. your small little obsessions that you somehow learned about a lot easier than anything else

at some point, without even realising it, you two started hanging out. like, really hanging out, not just meeting up to study. you played some games and talked about random stuff, with you always inquiring about everything, which in turn made him feel like someone actually listened to him for once and rambling for hours to no end. you even tried to teach him your favourite sports, despite his protests, and he was really shocked when you didn't laugh at his general clumsiness and awkwardness when it came to physical activities. you were actually just as weirdly supportive of him as your parents were of you. he didn't see you get annoyed at him even once, and you always tried to explain to the best of your abilities how things worked in sports. show him the proper moves and stances. he didn't quite pick it up, but you two had... fun

spending so much time with you made him notice your strengths, and there were suprisingly many, not just physical (but god, you could just lift him up like a stick? like he wieghed nothing?). he started to slowly figure out your thinking process which made him use different teaching methods that suited you better and lo and behold, there was progress. nothing too crazy, but it was progress. he didn't know which one of you was more proud - you or him

you finally found a way to learn and you started getting better grades. you didn't have to sacrifice school for sports or vice versa. you were going to pass. and all those small victories made Ed realise that soon enough, you won't need him anymore. you'll be capable of learning by yourself, since now you found a good way to do it. you weren't going to meet up with him so often, instead going out with your actual friends since now you could. now you had time. and when i tell you that he almost sabotaged you both just to force you to stick with him for a little while longer-

who was going to tell him stupid jokes now? who was going to listen to him? who was going to talk to him? who was going to cuddle him on your bed and fall asleep there with him from the pure exhaustion from studying? who was going to be his golden retriever friend when you were gone? he wouldn't ever imagine he'd be so sad to get rid of a bumbling idiot in his life? you were his bumbling idiot, and he really didn't want to go back to how things were before he knew you. he didn't want to be alone again. he didn't want to stop being so happy

so let me tell you, the pure fucking relief on his face when you start telling him about how many fun things you two can do now that you don't have to study all the time and hang out more is unimaginable. you never felt him hug you so tight as in that one moment

[spencers-renaissance]

The Noiseless Crash of Crumbling Walls

Summary: After Derek and Spencer are paired up on a science project in their senior year of high school, they become the closest, most unlikely friends possible. But what happens when Derek finally finds out what Spencer's dealing with at home? Inspired by the prompt “where did you get those bruises?”

Tags: high school au, hurt/comfort, fluff, angst, hurt spencer, protective derek, abuse, friendship, pre-slash, spencer just turned 16, derek is almost 18

Word Count: 4.6k

Pairing: Derek Morgan & Spencer Reid

Masterlist // Read on AO3 // Part Two

This is a platonic Derek & Spencer friendship fic because they are minors, but there are seeds being fairly obviously sown for part two of this series which will be set when they are both over the age of 18.

Spencer unfolds the creased piece of paper he’s holding for the eleventh time as he stares up at the house in front of him. He remembers the address scrawled on the sheet Derek Morgan had ripped from the back of his notebook earlier that day perfectly, the spiky peaks of his handwriting and the surprisingly loopy ‘y’s and ‘g’s are burned into his brain, but nerves have overtaken his helpless body. He’s not exactly in control of his actions. 

It’s not much but it’s definitely a cheerful house, that much is clear from the brightly lit windows and colourful curtains, the many gnomes decorating the front garden and the carefully planted flowers neighbouring the vegetable patch. One of the windows upstairs is cracked slightly and he can hear 90s R&B floating through the airwaves, accompanied by a female singing voice. The welcome he knows he’ll receive, though, is exactly what’s giving him pause.

A happy home is so foreign to him he has no idea how to behave. He’s used to being the adult, but tonight he has to play the 16 year old he is, and his mask is so dusty and disused he’s worried he won’t be anywhere close to convincing. 

Eventually, though, he summons up the courage to make his way up the stony path leading to the bright red front door. A brass knocker stares him in the face, but there’s a doorbell to his right as well, and the choice debilitates him for a moment, leaving him standing uselessly on the front step. He decides on the doorbell, since it’s a little more subtle, and he only has to wait a couple of seconds before the door is being yanked open and a smiling Derek Morgan is right in front of him. 

“I thought you’d never come.” His voice is bright and cheery but Spencer wonders for a moment if he’s mad at him. He’d been early when he first turned onto Derek’s road, but his over-thinking and ritualistic obsession over the address written on a scrap piece of paper had made him late. 

“Sorry,” he says sheepishly, and his desperation to be understood, his clear discomfort in such a foreign environment must be obvious, because Derek’s face softens even further. 

“Don’t be ridiculous, pretty boy,” he grins, slinging an arm around his shoulders and leading him deeper into the hallway as he kicks the door shut behind them. 

Pretty boy. He’d used the nickname once earlier that day when they were planning when to meet up for their science project, and Spencer had flushed immediately. No-one’s ever called him pretty. He’s an awkward, lanky 16 year old senior who’s far too short for his age; his appearance isn’t exactly conducive to flattery. 

The last time anyone had called him by a fond nickname was when he was eleven years old and his mother was still somewhat rational. She’d pulled him close and called him her baby boy, and while some pre-teens might have recoiled from such a name, he simply snuggled closer and tried to remember every second he was wrapped up in such warmth. Five years later, he’s so thankful he did. He replays it most nights before he drops off to sleep.

He blushes again at Derek’s easy affection, trying to relax into the warmth of his house. 

“Is that your friend, honey?” A woman emerges from what Spencer assumes is the kitchen, drying her hands on a teatowel. She looks every bit the stereotypical American mother, dressed in casual, comfortable clothes with a warm smile plastered across her face. “It’s so nice to meet you, sweetheart. I’m Fran, Derek’s mom.”

“It’s nice to meet you, too,” he says shyly, trying to meet her eyes but failing miserably. He can’t help that this whole experience is so out of his comfort zone it’s ridiculous. 

“Do you boys want any snacks to take up with you?”

“Are you hungry, Spencer?” Derek asks, and he internally panics for a moment. Yes, is the answer. Yes, I’m so hungry. The only thing I’ve eaten today is an apple this morning. But is he allowed to say that? He examines the both of them and it does look like a genuine offer, but will they guess that something is wrong if he says yes? It’s only six o’clock, though, so maybe he can swing it.

“Yes please,” he dares, “I haven’t had dinner yet.”

“Well, we can’t have that,” Fran says, putting her hands on her hips. “You both head on up. I’ll bring up a tray.” 

Derek’s room is big, filled with football trophies and posters. It’s so achingly normal that Spencer’s stomach clenches as he gingerly takes a seat on his bed at Derek’s instruction. 

“I did some research that will help us with our presentation,” Spencer offers as Derek sits on his desk chair, spinning around to face him. 

It had been a shock when they’d been paired up. Derek’s friends had hollered and laughed when their chemistry teacher had paired them together, and Spencer had gone bright red at the humiliation, not that he could exactly blame them. Pairing up the skinny nerd who’d been moved up two grades with the jock who was almost guaranteed a football scholarship to an excellent university later this year had been a rather bizarre choice on their teacher’s part.

It’s not that Spencer minded: along with being the quarterback with a 4.0 GPA, he was also painfully nice. But everyone else certainly did. Every girl in their science class had sent him death glares as Derek had sauntered over to his desk at the end of class, wearing a lazy grin.

“Chill, pretty boy,” Derek chuckles as he pushes himself side to side in his spinning chair. “We got time.”

“I have to be back home by 9,” Spencer says sheepishly. He’s sure most people in their senior year are allowed to stay out later than that, and he hopes against hope Derek thinks it’s only because he’s sixteen and not that he has to get his mother into bed and try and force her meds down her throat so she won’t wake him up in the middle of the night convinced the shadows in her room are government spies. 

“Still three hours. Anyway, I’m sure my mom can drop you home,” Derek shrugs. “It’s not a big deal. Besides, we have weeks until we have to present. Why don’t we spend tonight getting to know each other? I feel like I should know a little bit about my project partner, especially if we’re going to be working together for the rest of the year.”

“The rest of the year?” His voice squeaks anxiously but he can’t help it, Derek’s completely catching him off guard. 

“Yeah. Ms Farron keeps partners from the first project together for every assignment that year.”

This is news to Spencer, but he tries to keep calm. It’s a good thing, right? Derek has always been friendly to him, and he’s intelligent, too. It’s unlikely he’ll fob all the work off onto him. But being taken advantage of and subsequently left alone is what he’s used to: ‘getting to know each other’ is decidedly new territory. Spencer’s head is spinning. 

“Oh.”

“So, pretty boy,” Derek grins, giving himself another 360 spin, “tell me what a 16 year old is doing in senior year.”

“I got moved up two grades back in elementary school,” he explains, grateful that this is at least a rather impersonal topic. “My teachers wanted me even higher but two grades is the maximum our school district allows.”

“I guessed that much,” Derek points out. “Why were you moved up two grades?”

They’re briefly interrupted by Fran’s delivery of a delectable spread for them to feast on. Spencer reaches for a cracker and dips it in some cream cheese, but as soon as he’s swallowed his first bite, Derek gives him a look that tells him he hasn’t exactly gotten away with it. 

He sighs. “The last time I was tested, I had an IQ of 187,” he admits, looking down at his worn sneakers. He’d expected to be told to remove them, but he’s glad he wasn’t. His socks almost certainly have holes in them, and laundry isn’t something he can afford to do often. “And I have an eidetic memory.”

Derek lets out a low whistle. “Damn, I knew you were a genius but that’s some next level shit,” he says, before popping a grape in his mouth. “You’re going places, Spencer Reid.” He’s saved from having to fight his blush too hard by Derek moving swiftly on. “Your turn to ask me a question.” 

Spencer takes a second to think before deciding to push the boat out, to ask something he actually wants to know instead of playing it safe. “You’re popular, star of the football team, get straight As,” he starts slowly, not meeting Derek’s eyes. “What makes you so nice? You could easily join in with your friends and be another asshole jock pushing me into lockers.”

When he looks up, Derek’s face is an array of emotions. “Kindness costs nothing,” he says seriously, and the intensity of his gaze surprises Spencer. “I saw my pops shot to death in front of me when I was ten and I got my ass kicked every day in freshman year, believe it or not. I know what kindness can mean to a person just as much as I know what cruelty does to someone.”

Spencer doesn’t really know what to say to that, but he knows that he’s finally relaxed a little. Derek’s stark honesty and vulnerability, as much as he doesn’t know quite the right way to react, is refreshing to him, and it’s made the icon of their school seem much more human. 

“I’m sorry you had to go through that,” Spencer says quietly. 

“Thanks, man,” Derek says, a half smile crossing his face. “What about your family life?” 

Spencer swallows another bite of his cream cheese and crackers, his empty stomach thanking him for finally filling it. “My dad walked out when I was ten,” he admits, treading as carefully as possibly. “It’s just me and my mom now.”

“I’m sorry. Are you and your mom close?”

How does he answer a question like that? They’re close in the respect that Spencer cares for her and spends every free moment he has with her. But he also holds his breath every time he turns down his street, half expecting to see his house up in flames, and they’re going hungry this week because she threw most of their groceries in a nearby river after convincing herself it was all poisoned. They don’t exactly have a typical mother-son relationship. 

“Something like that,” he mumbles, stuffing another cracker into his mouth. Derek clearly takes the hint that he doesn’t want to elaborate and moves on. 

They spend the rest of the evening taking it in turns asking one another questions, ranging from simple ones like their favourite colours to deeper conversations around their future plans and biggest fears. By the time 9 rolls around, they’re lying next to one another on Derek’s bed both facing the ceiling as they trade questions back and forth. Fran’s dinner tray is now covered in crumbs, her carefully prepared spread having been demolished by two hungry teenagers. 

Their assigned topic, Enthalpy, Entropy, and Free Energy, hasn’t even been touched, and Spencer can’t find it in him to care. He could throw together a perfect presentation the night before if he needed to. Right now, getting to know Derek Morgan seems far more important. Ironically, the boy he’s only really started to get to know three hours ago is probably the person who knows him best in this whole world, and the thought makes his chest hurt. 

The jittery nerves that had consumed him at the start of the evening have dissipated into a calm companionship, and he can’t believe how comfortable he now feels. He doesn’t want to leave, but he has to take care of his mom; she’s already been on her own for so long today. 

As if on cue, Fran knocks on the door, poking her head round. “Would you like me to drop you home, Spencer?”

He feels guilty accepting, but the last thing he wants is a twenty minute walk home through the streets of Chicago in the pitch black December night. “Yes, please.”

Derek comes with them for the short drive, and Spencer feels a little embarrassed as he points out the apartment block he lives in. It’s a shitty neighbourhood and his building is crumbling, but it’s home and it’s the cheapest they can afford on welfare. He ducks out of the car and shoots them both a grateful smile. 

“Thank you for driving me home, Fran,” he says. “And thank you for a nice evening, Derek.”

“No problem, pretty boy,” Derek winks. “I’ll find you at school tomorrow and we’ll sort out another night to meet up, yeah?”

The smile the Morgans put on his face doesn’t fade until he opens the door to his apartment and reality brings him crashing back down to earth. 

⭐️

Over the next few weeks, Spencer Reid gains his first friend. They finally end up actually writing their presentation and naturally, they get an A+ but Spencer’s anxiety that Derek would want to stop hanging out with him once the project that had brought them together was behind them ended up being for nothing. Derek had fist-bumped him as they’d walked out of their classroom. “Come over tonight?” he’d asked, and once Spencer had recovered from his shock, he’d beamed and nodded excitedly. 

As Christmas comes and goes, they continue their bizarre friendship. Spencer runs up to Derek’s room as soon as the door is opened, and dives under the covers on his bed, always freezing cold. The first time Derek had cuddled Spencer, he hadn’t been able to stop smiling. He’s seriously touch-starved, and it’s only more apparent from the way he craves contact with Derek. He’s ridiculously thankful that the older boy is so free with his affection, not consumed by the same toxic masculinity that seems to plague the rest of the football team. 

It’s nearing February when Derek asks the fatal question.

Spencer had whizzed home after school and made sure his mom was okay before running over to Derek’s, breezing past Sarah on the staircase and diving onto the soft, clean bed sheets. He’s sometimes jealous of all the home comforts his friend has access to, but he does his best to tamp it down. It’s not like it’s Derek’s fault that he’s well-loved and cared for. 

“Whoa, pretty boy,” Derek chuckles as he spins around from where he’s doing homework at his desk. “Where’s that shy boy who sat right on the edge of my bed only two months ago, hm?”

“You prefer confident Spencer and you know it.” He moves up the bed a little to sit with his back against the headboard. He’s never become so comfortable around a person this quickly before but there’s something different about Derek. 

“Can’t argue with that.” He gets off the chair and moves to sit next to Spencer on the bed, lifting his arm to let the smaller boy cuddle close. Spencer sometimes has nightmares that the boys at school find out how affectionate they are with one another and call them gay after which Derek doesn’t want to hang out with him anymore. (Secretly, he thinks he might actually be gay, but he won’t tell Derek that. Just in case.)

“Can I stay for dinner?” he asks. It’s a moot point: Spencer always asks if he can stay and the Morgans always say yes, but he doesn’t like assuming, especially since he knows how expensive food is. Not that Fran has ever complained about an extra mouth to feed, though. The dinners at Derek’s house are always a family affair, full of laughter and hearty, homemade meals and Spencer likes pretending he’s one of them, just for a little while. 

The guilt that he’s leaving his mom for so long eats him up, only eased by the knowledge that she usually sleeps the afternoon away, worn out by a manic morning. He has no idea how to navigate this anymore. It was easier when the only person he had in the world was his mom, but now he has Derek and his family. And as much as he loves his mom and doesn’t mind taking care of her at all, spending time with Derek doesn’t automatically trigger gut-eating anxiety and heart-wrenching misery.

“Of course you can stay, don’t be ridiculous.” Derek elbows him playfully. “You don’t need to ask every night.”

“What if one night you don’t want me to stay, though?”

“I thought I told you to stop being ridiculous?”

Spencer can’t help but smile at Derek’s relaxed, easy grin. For some reason this popular football player with the world as his oyster and a million friends chooses to spend every evening with the nerd who’s two years younger than everyone in their year. For some reason, Derek chooses Spencer. 

After a few minutes of comfortable silence, Derek asks the question. “Why don’t I come over to your place instead one evening?” It’s a casual suggestion, there’s nothing really behind it. “I’d like to meet your mom and see your bedroom. If you’re gonna make fun of my football trophies, I need some revenge material.”

Spencer freezes. He has no idea how to respond to such an innocent proposition. Derek takes his stunned silence as reluctance simply cured with a little more persuasion. “Besides,” he continues, “I feel bad that you always have to run home first before coming over here. It’s like a twenty minute walk.”

“I don’t know,” Spencer hedges, trying to buy time as he comes up with a cover story. “My mom is really particular about our space and she doesn’t really like visitors. I’m not sure your mom could spare you a family dinner anyway.” He pushes Derek playfully, hoping to God he’s even half-way convincing. 

One glance at Derek’s face tells him he isn’t buying it, but he can clearly read Spencer’s troubled anxiety expression so he doesn’t push it. “Okay, pretty boy,” he says, relaxing back into the bed, “we’ll stick with the Fran Morgan dinner delight for now.”

Something tells him he won’t get so lucky next time. 

⭐️

Spring is just starting to show her face the next time it comes up, and this time it’s completely Spencer’s fault. He shouldn’t have gone over to Derek’s. He should have made up an excuse and stayed in his shitty apartment with his mom, but he couldn’t help it. He was sore and desperately sad, and all he wanted was Fran’s comforting shepherd’s pie and a cuddle with Derek. So he’d made his way home, checked his mom was still sleeping before limping over to the Morgan’s.

He’d concealed it pretty well all day, but energy is seeping out of him and the pain is only getting worse, not helped by the decent trek across town. 

He has a key now, so he lets himself in, hoping to avoid Fran until dinner time. Luckily, he’s quiet enough to not disturb her baking in the kitchen, so he makes his way slowly up the stairs, hoping Derek is not as perceptive tonight as he usually is. He’d briefly considered using bullies as a cover story if it came up, but Derek has spent almost every moment he could at school with him the last few days, he wasn’t out of his sight long enough to really encounter anyone cruel enough for it to be a viable story. 

“Pretty boy,” Derek greets him, not turning away from the maths homework he’s finishing up. It gives Spencer a little extra time to make it to the bed like he usually does. “You good?”

“Yeah,” Spencer sighs. “A bit tired. You?”

“Training was rough today so I’m sore as shit, but otherwise I’m fine. Better now you’re here.” He turns to smile fondly at Spencer, finally locking eyes on his pale, sallow skin and defeated expression. He scrambles to try and make himself look slightly less terrible, but he’s not quick enough. “You sure you’re good? You don’t look it.”

“No, seriously, I’m fine,” Spencer tries to persuade him. “Just tired as I said. Can we watch a movie while we wait for dinner?”

Derek doesn’t look even close to convinced, but he gives in and brings up netflix on his computer. Spencer collapses against Derek and lets his eyes close as the film they choose plays across the laptop screen, but he must fall asleep because the next thing he knows, he’s being shaken awake by his friend and he’s in a completely different position. 

“Spencer, wake up,” he says insistently, and the urgent worry in his tone makes him sit up, wincing when the movement aches his core. 

“What? What’s wrong?” he mumbles sleepily, obediently sitting up at Derek’s instruction. 

“Pretty boy,” Derek says, sounding teary and a little desperate, “where did you get those bruises?” 

He freezes for a second before glancing down at himself and realising that as he’d slept his shirt had shifted, revealing his black and blue stomach. How the fuck was he going to explain this? Not seeming himself wasn’t such a challenge, everyone has their off-days after all, but bruises like these aren’t the sort of thing your best friend just drops when you don’t want to explain them. 

“I—” He has no idea what to say. Tears spring to his eyes in a terribly unhelpful fashion, and Derek moves closer, wrapping Spencer up in a hug. 

“It’s okay, you can tell me, Spencer,” he promises as he holds him so tenderly it breaks his heart. “Take your time.” 

He cries for a good few minutes — it just feels so good to let it out — but as his painful sobs draw to a close, he knows it’s time to face the music. There’s no other option. He has to tell Derek. And maybe a teeny tiny part of him actually wants to tell his best friend.

“I haven’t been honest with you,” he confesses, keeping his head buried in his friend’s chest so he doesn’t have to look him in the eyes. Derek’s hand combing through his hair doesn’t falter. “The reason I didn’t want you to come to my place is because of my mom… She’s a paranoid schizophrenic. When my dad left I became her primary carer, and I’m— I’m not doing a good job.”

Derek holds him a little tighter and presses his cheek to the top of Spencer’s head, shushing him quietly. “Don’t say that, I’m sure you’re doing an amazing job.”

“The other night she got confused because she’d refused her meds again. She became convinced that I was a spy there to hurt her. I can usually talk her down from these moments, or at least guide her to bed to let her sleep it off, but this time there was no reasoning. Eventually, she got so worked up that she shoved me backwards, hard. It sent me sprawling face first across the coffee table, and she kicked me twice before considering herself safe and barricading herself in her room.” He tells the whole story through thick tears, shoulders still shaking with pent up emotion. He wishes it didn’t feel so good to finally get off my chest. 

“Spencer, oh my God,” Derek whispers, sounding thoroughly shocked. He’s suddenly fearful that he’s going to report Diana, and he sits up, finally meeting Derek’s teary eyes with his own. 

“You can’t… you can’t tell anyone,” he begs. “If anyone finds out, she’ll be locked away and I’ll be put into foster care. I can’t do that to her and I can’t lose you.” 

Derek takes Spencer’s hands. “Okay, okay,” he soothes, making him calm down a little. “I promise I won’t tell anyone, okay? Not without your permission. But I also can’t let you be beat up by your mom.”

“It’s not her fault,” Spencer says desperately, “it’s not her fault. She doesn’t know what she’s doing, she thinks she’s in danger.”

“I know,” Derek promises him, “I know it’s not her fault, but she still hurt you. Has this happened before?” Spencer’s hung head and refusal to respond speaks for itself. “Okay, listen. I know you need to go home tonight, but come over tomorrow morning okay? It’s a Saturday and we can spend the morning figuring out a game plan and the afternoon taking your mind off it. How does that sound?”

“Yeah, okay.”

“Is this… is this why you like being here?” Derek sounds nervous asking the question, clearly not wanting to offend him.

“Before I became friends with you,” he whispers, moving back to hide against Derek’s chest where it’s safe, “I went hungry a lot. We don’t have much money between rent and bills and mom’s medical expenses. I had to hide the groceries because she would become convinced they were poisoned and destroy them, but she got really good at finding them. I had to stop keeping them in my room because she would insist that I was corroborating with the government in trying to poison her.” 

“Spencer,” Derek breathes, holding onto him for dear life. “I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry I didn’t know about any of this, I would’ve done something, I could’ve helped.”

“I didn’t want anyone to know.”

“I’ll keep you safe now. I promise.” 

When Fran comes and asks them down for dinner a few minutes later, Derek points to Spencer’s exhausted form slumped against him and asks if they can have it up in his room. She relents, and Derek manages to get him to eat a few bites of the risotto Fran had made, not leaving his safe cocoon against Derek’s chest.

He insists on driving Spencer home himself tonight, surprising Fran who had her coat and boots on already, but he escorts his friend right up to his door. “If you come in, mom will get confused,” he explains so Derek gives him a long hug in front of his apartment door instead, holding him as close as possible. 

“Spencer… you know I love you right?” he asks, expression intense and serious as his gentle hands rest on his shoulders. “You’re my best friend. I’m always gonna be here for you.”

“I love you, too, Derek,” he whispers, giving him another hug. It scares him just how much he means those five little words, all the meanings that dance behind them taking him aback. For now, though, he settles on one more tight squeeze before deciding to not procrastinate the inevitable anymore. “I should go in and see mom.”

“Yeah. I’ll pick you up at 9 tomorrow?”

“Perfect.” His heart does an excited little leap at the thought of seeing Derek again in the morning. As he walks away back towards the elevators, Spencer takes a deep breath before inserting his key into the lock on his door and pushing it open. He only has to go 12 hours without seeing his best friend. He can do this. 

His life suddenly seems like it holds infinitely more promise than it ever has. He supposes that’s the power of Derek Morgan.

Part Two 

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i shouldn’t be feeling this, but it’s too hard to resist | robin buckley

summary: Y/N is falling for someone, but it’s not someone they planned to fall for.

warnings: mutual pining, slightest mentions of homophobia

word count: 1.9K

a/n: this fic is loosely based off girls by girl in red!! i feel like the song just fits robin so perfectly, so here’s my take on it! i’m changing my writing style to be more inclusive also, so the perspective is different on this one! the gif used above is by @harringtown once again!!!

You knew you shouldn’t have said yes to it. But there you were, sitting on the edge of Robin Buckley’s bed, chewing on your lip nervously as you waited for her to come back into the room.

You and Robin were meant to be nothing more than coworkers at Family Video, maybe acquaintances at most. You had planned on it staying that way, and on keeping your distance. But, there was always just something special about Robin. There was something about Robin's smile that was so convincing, so inviting, so beautiful. There was something that kept pulling you back in for more. 

Just friends, you told yourself, nothing more. You didn’t want it to progress into anything more—it couldn’t possibly progress into anything more, not if you wanted to save yourself from the judgement that would most likely ensue.

When the door opened once more, you had to look away, avoiding eye contact with her. You could feel her eyes on you as she walked in with the widest grin, plopping down on the bed next to where you were perched. She sat a bowl of popcorn down on the bed along with a movie and a few boxes of candy after sitting down.

“I snuck a copy of Carrie from the store, I remembered you said you liked that one.” Robin said as she leaned down to rifle through some things under her bed. “Do you want to drink? I bought some wine because I thought it’d be fun to, y’know, let loose for once.”

“Oh—uh—yeah!” you reply with a nervous smile, only making eye contact with her for a fraction of a second. “I’ll take some.”

She smiled over at you again as she pulled the bottle and corkscrew from under the bed, working to open it as soon as she took it out. You cursed yourself for how awkward you were making the situation, but it was unavoidable. Every time you looked at her you felt like your heart was going to explode, so you avoided it at all costs. You knew it was wrong, what you were feeling about her. It felt so wrong that it made the pit of your stomach turn in knots and your heart ache. The feeling wasn’t going away any time soon, though. 

Robin could tell something was up from the moment you walked into the house, truthfully. In the past four months of working with you, she’d developed a theory that you just flat out didn’t like her, so she wanted that to change. There were shifts where you would ignore her completely, and others where you’d only give her a sympathetic smile when she’d talk to you. 

She didn’t know what she did, but Robin wanted to get to the bottom of it. She had randomly sprung the idea of hanging out on you in the middle of a shift with her and Steve, you couldn’t say no to her. When you said yes, she was downright thrilled to actually get to know you after working quietly alongside you for this long. 

You couldn’t help but stare at her as she worked the corkscrew into the bottle, taking in every little detail of her face for the first time. You couldn’t bring yourself tear your gaze away as she continued, eyes wandering as she tugged her lip between her teeth. It was impossible to not think about how soft her lips looked, and how perfect she looked altogether. If someone could read your mind, they might think you were just jealous of the girl. But, truly, the feeling was something much more than jealousy. It was something along the lines of a feeling of longing and desire.

“Finally!” Robin proclaimed, setting the cork on the bed beside her as you broke from your daze. “Here, you can have the first drink and get comfortable while I get the movie set up.”

You nodded and smiled at her, but suddenly lost all desire to drink the alcohol in your hands. There was already a feeling of intoxication building inside of you, built on being around Robin alone. Just looking at her was enough to make you feel a little drunk. Her beauty was overwhelming to you, almost painful to think about in a way. Slowly, you had come to terms with the fact that what you were feeling wasn’t temporary, that what you were feeling—despite how wrong it felt—was there to stay. 

“You alright?” she asked when she turned around to see you still sitting on the edge of the bed, frozen with the untouched bottle still in your hand.

“Yeah—yeah, sorry. I’m fine.” you lied, forcing a smile onto your lips as your heart pounded against your ribs.

“You don't seem fine.” Robin pointed out, setting the movie on top of the VCR as she furrowed her brows in concern. “What’s up?” 

“It’s really nothing, I—I guess I’m just tired, that’s all.” you lied, hoping she wouldn’t see through the thinly-veiled lie you were telling. “I’m sorry, I’m not trying to be boring and fall asleep as soon as I get here."

“It’s okay!” she said quickly, moving away from the TV to sit next to you on the bed again. “We can just hang out and talk instead, if you want, of course.”

“Yeah, that’s fine!” you stammered abruptly, looking at the bowl of popcorn next to you to avoid her gaze again. 

“Are you going to homecoming next weekend?” she asked, moving around on the bed to face you once more as she broke the odd silence. 

“Yeah, I’m supposed to.” you laughed bitterly, rolling your eyes at the thought of it.

“You don't seem too thrilled about that. Do you not have a date or something?” she implored, reaching her hand out to take the bottle from your hands. “Or do you have a date and just not like them?”

“Yeah—Yeah, that one.” you said, cringing about it once more. “I’m supposed to go with my brother’s friend from the football team but I’m not interested at all. He’s—He’s just not—“

“He’s just a typical jock who’s boring and doesn’t want to have any real fun?” Robin interjected, eyebrows quirking up as a smile grew on her lips.

He’s not you, Robin Buckley. He’s not the girl with perfect skin and pretty blue eyes that looks fucking perfect in a flannel. He’s not the one who makes you want to scream into a pillow about what you were feeling. That’s what you wanted to say. You wanted to grab her by the shoulders and tell her that you really, really wanted to go with her, but you knew you couldn’t. What would your family say? What would everyone at school say? And most importantly, what would Robin even say if you told her?

“Yeah, I guess that’s probably what it is.” you sighed, shrugging your shoulders to brush it off in the most casual way possible. “I don’t want to act like I like the kid for a whole night, it feels like such a stupid waste of my time.”

“Well, don’t go with him then.” she suggested simply, watching as you tilt your head at her straightforward proposal. “Is there someone else that you actually want to go with?”

“Yeah—I mean, I don’t—I don't know.” you stuttered, a blush settling onto your cheeks as the words slipped from your lips.

“I heard you say yes at first, you can’t take that back!” she said, her eyes lighting up with amusement. “Who is it? Is it that one kid who comes into the store all the time?”

“God no! That kid isn’t in there to flirt, I think he actually just watches a different movie every damn night.” you giggled shyly, heart skipping a beat at the sound of Robin laughing with you. 

“Well, who is it then?” Robin asked again, shoving her hand into the bowl of popcorn as if she was watching some interesting movie. “Actually, just tell me about them. You don’t have to name any names, just tell me why you like them. Is that easier?”

“Yeah, that works.” you sighed, chewing on your lip as you finally looked over to her. “I don’t really know where to start, I guess. They’re really like, one of the greatest people I’ve ever met. Obviously we’ve went to school together for a while, but I really have grown to like them a lot—like a lot—in the last few months. And—And I feel like shit for pushing them away for so long, but I just can’t bring myself to fully face how I feel.”

Robin continued to listen intently as you spoke, but was catching on rather quickly. She was shocked, to say the least. She never would’ve known that you felt this way, and would’ve done something about it a lot sooner if she had. There was a twisted feeling in your gut as you spoke, looking to Robin to see the waves of realization hitting her all at once. 

“Why don’t—or didn’t—you want them to know?” Robin questioned, tearing her gaze away from yours to stare at her hands. 

“Because I’m afraid of how they feel about me, and of what other people will say if I try to be with them.” you said softly, heart sinking as Robin’s smile faded into a focused frown. 

“Yeah, I was scared too.” she replied, making your eyes go wide in shock for a moment. “I still am, I guess. I just have people who I know will actually support me, instead of ones who would disown me.”

“You—You’re—”

“Yeah, I am.” Robin laughed softly, a bittersweet smile on her lips. “I’m not very good at this whole thing yet. Which is obvious, considering I didn’t realize you might actually like me until just now.”

“Might like you?” you laughed, making her look up at you with a hope-filled gaze. “I really like you, Robin.”

“Well good.” she sighed, inching closer to you as she spoke. “Because I’m tired of shoving my feelings away every time I see you.”

You smiled, looking away for a moment as butterflies filled your gut. There was a feeling of relief in the air that was quickly replacing the dread and doubt that had filled the room minutes before. Robin reached to put her hand on top of yours, making your heart flutter for a quick moment. Her free hand hooked under your chin, pulling your gaze back to hers as she smiled at you longingly.

“I’m glad you could finally talk to me about this.” she admitted, her thumb rubbing along your cheek gently. “And I’m glad we could both get this off our chests.”

“Yeah, me too.” you replied with a nervous smile. “And since we’re on the subject, there’s something else I’ve been wanting to get off my chest for a while.”

Robin knew exactly what you were doing as she saw your eyes flicker towards her lips, but the feeling still made her heart race. You both had wanted this to happen for a while, and it was finally happening. You cupped her cheek and pulled her into the kiss, keeping it short and sweet. Her lips were just as wonderful and sweet as you had expected, and that thrilled you. 

“Do you wanna watch the movie now?” you teased, brushing a strand of her behind her ear. 

“I think the movie can wait, because I wanna do that again.” she laughed, pulling you back in for another sweet kiss.

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Troublesome (Part I)

part II, part III, part III (2) - (coming soon)

pairings: Maneater/Partygirl!Reader x BoyfriendMaterial!Jungwoo, Maneater/Partygirl!Reader x FirstLove!Hendery, BestCousin!Sicheng, Bestfriend!Lucas

warnings: semi-public, dirty talk, fingering, consumption of alcohol, swearing, explicit language

genre: comedy maybe even a crackfic, smut, fluff, and a teeny tiny pinch of angst

summary: When you walk into a room everyone’s attention will quickly divert to you as if you commanded them. You are the epitome of perfection in their eyes but why is that boy Jungwoo not giving you even a glance.

word count: 3,209

chinese slang: meimei = little sister, gege = older brother

a/n: Hi guys been working on this for the past few days this will most likely be a series since I got carried away so far I have written 2 more installments and is working on the 4th one. This is not proof-read yet excuse the mistakes. I had so much fun writing this.

Transferring to Korea and following your older cousin Sicheng to his choice of university is the best decision you have ever made. You are adapting well to your new environment and Sicheng is just one call away when you mess up really bad and need a way out. Everyone will be literally whipped with Sicheng's ethereal face. Not that you can't charm your way out of any situation but having him resolve it for you means less work on your side. Which is why even though you are having the time of your life at the club dressed to kill with your little black dress, drinking your ass out with your new clubbing friends you still forced yourself to go to the tteokboki restaurant Sicheng ordered you to even though you are not in the right condition to do so, you are already pissed drunk and your vision is already seeing doubles. Still, you need to be in Sicheng's good graces or else you'll hear from your Mom and Dad the next time they check up on you. "Damn you, Sicheng gege." You mutter to yourself.

Trying hard not to fall you try to navigate to where Sicheng is waving his hand up for you to come.

"You are lucky, I love you gege or else I would not even bother to come." It is as if it took the greatest effort to utter that sentence. You can feel nausea catching up on you. It was a bad decision when you started knocking back the liquor as if they were flavored water.

"What is more important than me huh, _____? You are just drinking yourself silly my dearest xiao mèimei." Sicheng replied incredulously to which you just rolled your eyes as a retort. You can feel the alcohol trying to climb your throat. "Mèimei I just want to introduce you to my friends stop giving me that attitude." Sicheng said while looking at you disapprovingly. Sicheng then started to introduce the girl opposite him which in all honestly you won't remember the next day given your state of drunkenness. You can feel the bile and acid rising in your throat try as you might you can't hold it in. You can hear someone else's footsteps walking towards you every squeak on the tilled floor produced by the rubber shoes reverberated in your eardrums the intensity of the sound not helping you delay your launch of projectile vomit on him.

"This is Jungwoo. He is one year younger than me taking up Archi-" You asked forgiveness from the deities above for every little atrocity you have committed but the gods were not on your side. You hurled the contents of your stomach onto the boy apparently named Jungwoo.

"What the hell ______!" Sicheng exclaimed. Seeing the look of disgust from Sicheng to other patrons whispering in low voices you can't help but cry from embarrassment sinking slowly on the floor, yes you are an emotional drunk and a lightweight."I am really sorry guys. I'll take ______ home." Sicheng said you can hear the frustration from his voice. While trying to gather you in his hold by putting his arms under your armpits trying to drag you away from the puke-covered floor.Jungwoo was left dumbfounded at the restaurant staring at Sicheng dragging your limp body away from the crowd who was shocked by what they have witnessed. He made a mental note to avoid you. Girls like you with perfect faces and sculpted bodies are synonymous with trouble."That girl is a lot to deal with." He sighed he felt sorry for Sicheng.

You woke up with a pounding head that makes you want to go back to sleep. The last thing you remembered was going to a tteokboki restaurant where Sicheng is. Trying to recall the next sequence of events makes your headache worse luckily your cellphone ringed. You answered the call. "Mèimei wake up. You'll miss your classes." Sicheng said on the other line.

"Honestly gege, you are still a stuck up even in College. What could one absent do?" You replied.

"Do you want me to call Auntie?" What age is he? Five. Can he not retort to threats. "I have left aspirin on your kitchen counter, reheat the food I have bought last night." Sicheng started launching his tirade.

"You know I love you right, gege." You said in an overly sweet voice.

"I know. I am the best cousin in the whole world stop trying to suck up to me. Go get ready for your classes let's meet at lunch." Sicheng then proceeded to hang the phone up. You started to get ready. As you don your outfit you decided to stop by the cafe on campus to get your caffeine intake you would surely need it to survive this day's classes.

"One iced americano to go." After you paid you proceeded to stand on the designated waiting area scrolling at your phone.

"White choco mocha to go for Kim Jungwoo." The barista announced. You are so engrossed with your phone that you didn't hear someone at your back trying to get his order it wasn't until he tapped your shoulders that he got your attention.

"Miss you are blocking the way." You looked at the source of the voice and you were greeted with soft features too pretty for a man with a towering height. "Umm, I can't get my order." He said ruffling the back of his head while smiling down at you which broke your trance.

"Oh." You quickly stepped aside as you watch him take his order. He was wearing dark wash jeans and an oversize yellow hoodie pairing it with black converse. He doesn't look like the jock type maybe another stuck up like Sicheng you converse with yourself.

"How are you feeling? You were not in a good state last night." The man who you are admiring turned and talked to you.

"Sorry have we meet? I can't seem to remember?" You asked confused.

"Well, I guess you ruining my hoodie last night doesn't warrant recognition." The man smiled teasingly at you.

Last night? What the hell happened last night? You racked your brain and last night's event started to come back to you. You hurled your vomit at this guy and cried on the restaurant's floor while everyone present was so amazed by the spectacle you made. You groaned you want the ground to eat you up alive. How can you make a fool of yourself in front of the prettiest guy you've ever seen?

"One iced Americano to go." You snatched your order from the barista so fast that even she was flustered and quickly headed to the cafe's door walking briskly trying to escape the man's stare.

Jungwoo looked at your retreating dainty figure shaking his head with a smile. "Yeah, this one's trouble."

You go through the day trying to forget what happened last night and hoping you can avoid that pretty boy even for just this day. You honestly can't deal with your embarrassment last night. You want to go back to your dorm and recuperate. Lunch came and you proceeded to the cafeteria where Sicheng said he'll treat you. You look around trying to find Sicheng amongst the sea of people seated at the tables. Just when you are about to call him he shouted your name.

"_________! Here." Sicheng waved his hand which helped you locate where he is. All of the people's stare was onto you when they heard Sicheng shouting your name. This is nothing new to you when you walk into a room everyone's attention will quickly divert to you as if you commanded them. You confidently strutted to where your cousin is everyone in awe of your beauty. You are the epitome of perfection in their eyes but why is that boy Jungwoo not giving you even a glance instead looking fondly at the girl sitting by his side. You arrived at the table and sat beside Sicheng it was just then that Jungwoo acknowledged your presence smiling at you charmingly.

"You do remember their names right?" Sicheng asked you.

"I may be pissed drunk but I have a great memory you know." You replied snarking.

"Then I guess you remember that you made a show last night puking while crying at the same time. I didn't know that was possible it must be your only talent." Sicheng said laughing embarrassing you further. In retort, you elbowed his stomach too hard which made him keeled over.

"I am Sicheng's cousin, _______. Nice to meet you guys." You then flashed your most charming smile. To which the girl who Sicheng introduced as Jiwon nearly swooned over.

"You're so pretty, _______. Have you considered being a model?" Jiwon said gushing at you. Before you can even answer the two boys exclaimed at the same time.

"You're prettier." Sicheng said.

"You're pretty too, Noona." Jungwoo announced.

Jiwon was blushing so much and no one dared to break the silent awkwardness. So apparently these two boys got the hots for the same girl you made a mental note to tease Sicheng about it later. You took pity and cleared your throat.

"So tell me how did all of you meet?" You asked them. Which got the conversation going so the gist is they are all in the Department of Engineering and Architecture and meet through the Arts club which is run by Sicheng who is now in his fourth year of engineering. Jungwoo is a second-year architecture student same as Jiwon who is a returning student. Of course, as you listen your mind is also picking what club to visit for the next few days. Sicheng made sure to make plans for the four of you the next weekend. Honestly, you know Sicheng is just looking out for you but you can also gain your own circle of friends without his help. Sure you rub people the wrong way but you refuse to befriend anyone who won't accept you for who you are.

You don't want to go to this group date but the first friend you made at your maths class won't stop until you accepted so here you are approaching a table full of strangers. You greeted everyone politely and was surprised to see a familiar face. Jungwoo was sitting in front of you. The last time you saw him was 3 weeks ago when Sicheng invited you to the cinema of course tagging Jiwon and Jungwoo along. At this point, you're seriously debating who the third wheel is. It is painfully obvious that Jiwon likes Sicheng and only sees Jungwoo as a friend. After that, you started ditching Sicheng's invites making up excuses so he and Jiwon can finally have a date. Sicheng should be thankful to have you because at the rate he is going he won't get laid before graduating. You figured that Jungwoo would take the hint sooner or later and let Sicheng and Jiwon have their alone time. Maybe he has taken the hint which is why he is attempting to mingle tonight. Jungwoo smiled at you and you also acknowledged him. Honestly, Jungwoo is not bad you would even go far as to say that he is just as handsome as Sicheng but each to their own taste. The night was pleasant enough the conversation going smoothly between the groups that was until a vivacious girl had the audacity to proposition Jungwoo.

"Jungwoo you are so handsome and just my type. Would you like to go separately on a date with me now?" The girl asked Jungwoo batting her eyes flirtatiously. The boys howled at Jungwoo clapping his back.

"Come on Jungwoo, she is a catch." Jungwoo didn't answer and tried to avoid the girl's eyes. You could see that he was uncomfortable and even kinda pissed. Jungwoo was always smiling that you kind of think his glower face is also cute. "I am --" You cut off Jungwoo.

"Actually Jungwoo and I already decided to go on a date." You answered the girl instead. "Right, Jungwoo?" You looked at him pointedly hoping he will get the hint.

"Uhmmm yeah." Jungwoo replied.

"Now if you don't mind. We'll go ahead, guys." You stood up from your seat and grabbed Jungwoo's hand. The group cheered and teased the two of you as you got out of the restaurant. Once outside you let go of his hand.

"Really, why bother attending when you aren't interested in going out with one of the girls?" You asked Jungwoo.

"Does it show that much?" Jungwoo asked you with a smile.

"I know you like Jiwon unnie, but it's kinda obvious she is not interested in you." You decided to tell him.

"I know she likes Sicheng hyung." He said in a defeated manner.

"Well, then I am going now. I don't want to listen to your broken-hearted spiel. I've already repaid you now we're even." You said walking to your car. Jungwoo followed trailing behind you.

"You call that even? You puked on me and I have to throw out that hoodie because it smelled so bad even after laundering it." He said laughing softly.

You turned back towards him making him step back a little due to your proximity. "Well do you want to go spend the remaining of your evening with miss flirty? I am sure she'll try to suck your face every chance she got." You crossed your arms below your breast raising your eyebrows at him.

"Woah.. Woah. Miss ______. Ok, we're even." Jungwoo replied with a slight tilt to his voice. He is obviously having fun teasing you.

"Can you drop me off at the bus stop?" Jungwoo asked

"Nah, I don't think so." You retorted. You walked towards your car slamming the door with so much force as you entered. Jungwoo watched as you drove away he can't help but smile.

"Trouble I wouldn't mind getting caught in."

You drove as fast as you can to catch up with your dorm's curfew but alas you did not make it on time. You decided to just roam around the area and find a decent hotel to sleep at and maybe contact one of your boy toys. You found Jungwoo at a station which is already closed. You slide your windows down.

"Hey Smartass!" You shouted which got his attention. "I thought you are gonna take the bus."

"I missed the last bus. I was hoping to hop in the line but it is already closed. What about you? I thought you are going back to your dorm?" There was a pregnant silence. "Wait, don't answer that, It is already past curfew right?" He was laughing so hard contorting his body in a half and holding his stomach.

"You finished drama queen? Well, come on in." He entered your car and made himself comfortable.

"You seem to love making fun of me, Mr. Smartass." You accused him.

"You look cute when you're angry." He announced facing you his eyes crinkling his lips forming a grin.

"Correction. I am always cute."

"Whatever you say Ms. Pukeface." Jungwoo retorted.

"I am gonna fucking kill you Jungwoo!" You started slapping his shoulder leaning on to his seat to deliver more force. To counter your attacks he seized your wrists. Your faces were so close to each other you can feel each other's warm breath goosebumps started appearing on your neck. His eyes started fleeting on your lips. You made the first move and place your lips on his. After a few seconds, Jungwoo started moving his lips against yours kissing you deeply. He freed your wrists and moved his hands onto the nape of your neck pulling you closer. You placed one of your hands on his shoulders gripping it tightly. You licked his lips asking for entrance which he granted your tongues melded with each other. Jungwoo bit your lower lip which made you moan he took this opportunity to explore your mouth like he fucking owns it kissing you passionately. You can feel the heat on your core spreading on your lower body you pressed your thighs together trying to alleviate it. He moved one of his big hands on your hips encouraging you to straddle his lap. Once you are straddling him you started pressing soft kisses on his jaw he groaned and moved his hands on your ass pulling you to him so that your pussy is rubbing the bulge forming on his pants. You started humping his clothed covered cock directing it to your clit. Jungwoo threw his head back moaning giving you his neck to feast on. You started sucking on his neck and was rewarded in hushed praises. He started fucking his cock to your covered pussy which made you moan so loud.

"You like that Princess?" Jungwoo asked.

"Yesss Yess." You answer in a slur. Jungwoo moved his hands from your ass to your breast squeezing it. He pulled the top of your dress down with your bra exposing your nipples to the air which he quickly latches on to while massaging the other one. He simultaneously licks and sucked at your nipples while peppering kisses on your breast.

"You look so beautiful like this Princess." Jungwoo's eyes clouded with lust watching you a whimpering mess, humping his cock your breast bouncing.

"Jungwoo I swear to god if you don't start fingering me now. I'll really fucking kill you." You threatened him.

Jungwoo started laughing his voice soft dripping with honey. "So impatient" His hands started inching its way up your dress moving up and down as if to tease you.

"Jungwoo! Don’t make me wait." You didn't anticipate him to move your panties aside in just a second to dip his finger inside you without any warning.

"Fuck Princess you're dripping wet. You like rubbing onto my cock so much huh?" He positioned his thumb to rub your clit while his middle finger and ring finger is going in and out of your wet pussy.

"Jungwoo! There don't fucking stop."

Jungwoo sucked on your nipple as he pulled your hair so that you'll arch your back pushing your breast more at his face.

"Fuck I am gonna come, I am gonna come." You repeatedly say as if this will delay your orgasm and prolong your pleasure.

"Then come now on my fingers princess." Jungwoo's dirty words egged your orgasm on and your pussy clamped onto Jungwoo's fingers not wanting to let go. As you come down from your high Jungwoo started pressing soft kisses on your neck.

"I want you in me Jungwoo." You started reaching for his pants’ zipper. His much bigger hands covered yours he brought your hands to his lips and kissed your fingers. The action so tender you can't believe this is the same man who fingered you to orgasm while saying the filthiest words.

"I have to settle some things, first Princess." He looked into your eyes tenderly.

"You're a different specie of fuck boy aren't you, Kim Jungwoo." He started laughing you can't help but smile admiring his beauty still holding your hand in his but now intertwined with your fingers.

a/n: part two will be posted soon. i don’t know why my linebreaks aren’t showing. If you want to read more of my works for NCT here is my masterlist.

part II: It is now official Kim Fucking Smart Ass Pretty Boy Jungwoo has ghosted you. After fingering you to orgasm he left you high and dry you thought after hearing him say "I have to settle some things first Princess." while looking at you with some undecipherable emotion in his eye that he'll ask you out in one week. You haven't heard from him in three weeks.

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hi! i was wondering if i could request sth. it would be stanley barber w/ angst prompt: “I told you not to fall in love with me.” but like with a cute/fluffy ending thank you!!!

Like a movie - Stanley Barber x reader

a\n: so this is defently not my best piece, but oh well. ya’ll should request him more often so i can practice writing for him cause i’ve yet to come up with a good one i actually like.

trigger wornings: reader feels unworthy, cussing, also spoilers for Princess Bride kinda?? like i’m just queting the end scene but it dosen’t ruin the plot so it’s fine. 

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It has been a month since homecoming. After Bradley's head blew up, everyone left the gym, but I was too shocked to move. "(y\n), right?" a curly haired boy asked me, and his hand carefully touched my shoulder to wake me out of my freeze. He had a notebook in one hand, and It was slightly covered in blood.

"what up, Westinghouse!" Jeff Butters called, crossing the stage, "where my boys at?" the crowd cheered. "where do I begin?" he said, "I wanna thank my mom for meeting my dad-".

Before he finished the sentence, Bradley barged in and took the microphone. "listen up" he caked, and the microphone's feedback rang through the gym. "brad, you can't do that" the principle tried to stop him, but Brad seemed determined. "give me a second" he said, and when the principle tried to drag him off stage he pushed him away, "give me a second!".

"I would like to take this moment" Brad started, "to talk about something very important that affects everyone here". I immediately knew – what he was gonna say matters to no one else but him, and I had a strange feeling like something bad is about to happen/ his tone was so... aggressive, and his eyes priced someone, I just don't know who. "Sydney Novak!" he called. I guess she's the one he was trying to kill with his stare.

"hey Sydney, raise your hand" he said, and that was well enough for me. I hurried to the bathroom, hiding from the horrible situation. The principle Is right there, why is he not trying to stop this? I sat down on the floor. "-she's one hell of a writer" he said, and when I turned around for a second I noticed he's holding up a notebook. This is homecoming, it's supposed to be fun but my only friend ditched me to dance with some guy, and now this. "-but being a full on dyke-" I hear him say, and quickly go back to ignore his voice. I can hear, but I don't listen. don't listen, don't listen, don't listen – "everyone in her life thinks that she is a piece of shit, and I mean everyone" he says. I don't want to listen, this is her fucking diary. That's not my business.

"hey man, leave her alone!". Ducking finally. I should go out there and help her. I don't know her, but someone needs to back that kid up. the kid that is now lying on the floor because he got punched. Shit. I stare at the scene

"but that's not even the weirdest thing about Sydney Novak" Brad goes back to his speech. I get closer as he speaks, hoping to get the boy who stuck up for her away from the crowd of people. "get this, Sydney claims that she has-" he talks, and I'm almost there. Everybody screams as a red fluid rains inside the gum. My now brown-ish dress is covered in the gooey thing as well, and I realize that it's not a punch rain surprise. It's blood.

"it's her diary" the curly haired boy explains to me, "I'm Stanley, and we have to get out of here, come on" he says, and grabs my hand. Then we run. We run so fast, leaving the gym and the crazy thing that we just witnessed behind.

"hey, (y\n)" Stanley smiles at me, offering his hand. I shake it and pulling him into one of those "bro hugs". He laughs and decides to go along. "hey bro, how was history class?" he asks, lowering his voice to sound manly as we started walking to class. "yo, it was cool man, we talked about Hamilton and how he had bitches, what a dope dude, I aspire to be him" I say, lowering my voice as well. He looks at me, smiling, but his eyes said, "what the fuck?". "too much?" I ask in my normal voice. "a bit, yeah, but I'm pretty sure I heard Jeff saying that, so at least you were accurate" he laughs/ I'm taking a step past him and turning my face to him. I walked backwards, praying I won't run into a jock. Ever since homecoming, Sydney, Dina, Stan and I became quite unpopular. I knew the consequences, but they were nice fellas, and I needed some decent people to hang out with. Who cares about popularity when you got loyal friends?

"hey, we're still on for tonight?" I ask him. "of course, I wouldn't miss it for a Bloodwitch concert" he smiles. I give him a look, and he laughs. "okay maybe I will ditch you for Bloodwitch, but come on – it's Bloodwitch, and no offence – but a drive in 80's movie night is just not as awesome" he admits, and I smile. I stop walking. "thank you for coming with, I just really want to go, but going with Sydney and Dina is just kind of awkward, cause they're like… so obviously in love but not official and it's… yeah" I say. "no problem, I'd go anywhere with you" he says, "cause, you know, best friends and all that" he quickly adds, punching my shoulder awkwardly to show that were "bros". see, I made him promise not to fall for me. I'm a mess, and he is so incredible, he just deserves someone better then me. He's funny, and charming and so… open to the world. He tries to be good to everyone and he stays loyal to his morals, and friends, and he's just… shit.

"well, this is my class, bye" I say, going straight to room 405. "bye" Stan calls, waving. Shit, shit, shit. I really like him, huh? I mean I knew I'd have a crush the moment I finally looked at him on that evening, the one that had the nightmare-coming. I obviously noticed he's a good-looking guy, and he was sweet, but what I didn't know is how much. I was also surprised to find out it was not just a crush.

7:00 PM finally arrives. I walk outside, and stan Is already there, which is a surprise since he is famous for his tendency to be late. He is leaning against his car, hands in the pockets of a flowy, creme-colored pants paired with a floral button up. The colors work together well, and that wasn't surprising since he had a touch for fashion – he even had a brown belt to tie the whole thing together. "Hi" I smile at him. "Hi" he returns the smile and moves closer to me for a hug. He wraps his hands around my waist, and I wrap mine around his neck. "He smells nice" I think to myself and break the hug. I'm not falling.

We get to the car and start driving. "Let me hear your voice to bring me down\I'm waiting for your lips to bring me round\My life's shame and sorrow falling back\Lead me from my head down underground" We scream along to Bloodwitch on our way to the drive-in theatre. We finally get there, parking next to Syd and Dina, who borrowed her mom's car. Every pair is sitting on its own car.

The first movie to screen is The Princess Bride. "oh, I love this movie" Dinna says, "it's so sweet". "it's a bit too cliché for me" Syd says, "but it is really good" she adds quickly in order to not upset her not-girlfriend. "I agree with Syd" I say, "Cliché but good". "I'm with Dinna on this one, top 10- no, 5 best 80's movies" Stan joins to the conversation

.By the end of the movie, Stan's hand is hugging my shoulder and I lean onto him. we got popcorn together, and every time our hands met in the carton I blushed. The only thing I could do was hope he didn't notice. "since the invention of the kiss, there have been five kisses that were rated the most passionate, the most pure, this one left them all behind" I looked at Syd and Dinna just in time to catch Dinna pulling Syd in for a kiss. Soon enough u noticed every couple did the same. "this is so cli-" I say, turning back to look at Stan, but I don't even get to finish my sentence.Stan's hand cups my cheek, pulling me in. his lips crush against mine, but in the sweetest way imaginable. For a moment I lean into the kiss and return it. No, wait. Shit. "Stan!" I pull away, " I told you not to fall in love with me" I whisper-yell. "remind me again, why?" he asks, his eyes looking down at me with so much sadness. His hand is still on my cheek, but as I talk, he moves it to my shoulder.

"because... look, I'm a mess, Stan. I don't know how to be someone's girlfriend, and I like you and I don't want to hurt you" I say. "don't you think It's my choice?" he says, a bit annoyed. "look, it's really for your best" I insist, but he's not willing to give up just yet."don't you think that this hurt?" he asks. "I don't- see, it's just what I do, I hurt the people I love" I reply, sad smile across my face. "look, (y\n), I'd love to have my heart broken by you. I don't mind getting hurt cause then I'll know we tried, and if you like me back, it's just stupid to ignore it" he replies, and tears are threatening to fall down my cheeks. He really is the sweetest guy I've ever met.

"okay" I say, breaking the silence. "okay what?" Stan asks confused. "fine, you want to try this, you think it's worth it, so... okay" I say. "okay what?" he asks again, hoping for me to say a very specific phrase."okay, I'Il-" I try. I want to say, "be your girlfriend" or "date you", even "try it", but words were never my strong suit, so action it is. My hand grabs his chin and pulls him closer to me, and our lips meet once again."you will be my girlfriend" he completes the sentence for me when we pull away. "sure, yeah".

"thank god, it's about time" Dinna sigh. Syd and her are cuddled up, and Syd has the hugest smile on her face. "oh, like you're the one to talk" I say.

"the next film we are going to screen is back To The Future!" a voice says. "oh, this is the coolest movie-" Syd starts. "An ICONIC movie" I agree with her. "oh, the plot is so weird, it's about a guy who travels back in time and his mom develops a crush on him" Stan disagrees, and Dina is on his side once again. "yeah, and the movie basically says Johnny b Good was made by a white man, that's so fucked up".

If it was a teen movie, the camera will zoom out as a song starts playing for credits. I bet it'd be a Bloodwitch song. Maybe Fly.

[simons-calling-the-127-squad]

A Sight for Sore Eyes-Lucas

Credit to the original owners of the images.

Warning: Bullying and Violence

Soulmate Au: you are unable to the color of your soulmate's eyes until you meet them.

This story takes place in the junior year of high school.

You heard him sigh before answering, "Yeah, come grab it."

You went to his room and grabbed it from his hand, "Thanks bubby you're the best."

"Yeah, yeah I know. You need to find yours instead of always using mine though."

"I will. Eventually." You laughed.

You went back to your room and finished getting ready, after you got done you had to wait for all your brothers. Your parents didn't trust you walking to school alone. They also didn't trust your siblings or you to drive even though you all had your permit. You had three brothers. Two of them were older and twins and one that was younger. You didn't mind though all of you loved each other, even if you got on each other's nerves.

As your older brother, Oakland, finally walked out of the room you mumbled, "And they say women take longer than men to get ready."

Percy and your younger brother, Wolf, laughed right next to you.

"Hey, I don't wanna hear it. It takes a while to get this perfection ready," he said dramatically flipping his hair.

You rolled your eyes and started walking out of your house saying bye to your parents. Your brothers and yourself started walking to school. All of you made jokes with each other. You ended up seeing a bluebird and got distracted though.

"Guys, look at the bird," you said pointing at it, "That's a pretty blue."

"Blue? I see only brown," Oakland said.

"It's both brown and blue," Wolf and Percy spoke up.

"Well we can't see both colors because we haven't found our soulmates yet," you said sticking out your tongue.

Right after you said that a boy purposely bumped into you, "Watch it, nerd."

You felt your anger rise but you left him alone and just glared at him. Your brothers yelled at him to watch where he was going next time, he just ignored them though.

"It's fine," you said through clenched teeth.

"He needs to stop doing that. Someone needs to put him in his place," Percy said, clenching his fist.

"Perce it's okay, y'all taught me how to fight remember?" You said.

"You’re not gonna fight him unless he messes with any of us or if he throws the first punch though," Oakland said, getting a little irritated at both your brother and you.

"Let's just get in the school," Wolf spoke up.

"Agreed," The three of you said simultaneously.

You all went into the school, talking. Wolf spotted your crush, Lucas, and started teasing you about it. You told him to shut up and walked him to his class while Oakland went with his friends and Percy went with his soulmate, Alicia.

When you got to Wolf's class you hugged him, "Try to have a good day Wolfy."

"Don't call me that," he glared at you, " And I will. You try to too. Don't get into a fight please."

You laughed, "I won't try to."

You walked into your class and sat at the back. You pulled out your earbuds and started to listen to music and read, hoping no one would bother you. You didn't really feel like talking to anyone today, not even Y/B/F. You felt a presence sit next to you. You glanced at the shoes to see that it was, in fact, Y/B/F. You liked to just listen to music and read so you got good at sensing people and telling who it is by their shoes. You took out one of your earbuds and slowly put your bookmark in your book.

When you looked up you saw that Y/B/F was looking at you expectantly, "Yes?"

"I heard that Jaxon ran into you again." She raised her eyebrow expecting you to say something.

"Yeah, so?"

"You have to stop letting him do that stuff. Have your brothers take care of him, do something!" She practically shouted.

"Shhh, quit being so loud. Like Oakland said it's fine until he either messes with any of my brothers or throws the first punch."

"Then what are you gonna do? Take the beating. He's like ten times bigger than you."

"If it comes down to it you'll see. Now I'm gonna continue to read," you said, already putting your earbud back in and starting to read.

Eventually, everyone came into the classroom and you had to put your book up and your earbuds away. You sat there through the whole class taking notes and doing the work that was assigned. In no time you got done with the work and went back to reading. You could sense that something bad was going to happen that day but didn't know what or when. Finally, the bell had rang and you put everything up. You waited for Y/B/F and went to your next class with her.

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The bell for lunch finally rang and you and Y/B/F were out of the classroom as fast as it had. Jaxon was in that class, he sat next to you and would never stop bothering you unless one of his friends, like Lucas, told him to stop. You could never stand Jaxon even when you were little. It got worse as the years went on though. You grabbed your lunch and went to the table that your brothers were sitting at, except, Wolf was missing. Y/B/F had come and sat down after you had.

"Where's Wolf?" You asked, concern evident in your voice. Both of your brothers shrugged. You looked around the room and noticed that Jaxon wasn't there either. Immediately you felt panic rise. You hurriedly stood up ignoring your brothers and Y/B/F asking what's wrong. You walked out being really quiet to see if you could hear anything. You didn't even realize that they had followed you out of the cafeteria. You walked down the hall and turned the corner to see Jaxon had Wolf by the collar of his shirt, pinned against the lockers.

You rushed forward saying, "What in the devil's balls are you doing Jaxon?!"

Wolf looked over surprised and then relieved to see you. Jaxon didn't even look your way. Instead, he shoved Wolf even more and said something low enough that you couldn't hear. He reeled back to punch Wolf. You rushed forward getting in between them and catching his fist, he had let Wolf out of his hold and stared at you furious that you had stopped him.

"I wouldn't have done that if I was you, nerd," he snapped.

"What are you gonna do hit me?" You asked, sarcastically, rolling your eyes. After you said that he pulled his hand out of your grip and went to hit you. You ducked, making him hit the lockers behind you. You grabbed him and pinned him against the lockers.

"You shouldn't have messed with my brother," you said through gritted teeth. You kneed him in the gut. He would've doubled over if it wasn't for your hold on him. You pulled your fist back and punched him in the jaw. People gasped around you. You let him fall to the ground after and backed up. He got up right after though. You stood in your fighting stance knowing what was gonna happen. He went to punch you again, you blocked it though. You kicked him in the side, he grunted in pain. You heard Wolf in the background yelling at you to stop. You got distracted momentarily because of it. It was perfect for him to land a punch on your jaw. You tasted blood, he had busted your lip. This made you even madder. You kicked him in the stomach, making him double over. That was what you wanted. You grabbed his head and kneed him in it.

It took him a second to recover until he tackled you on the ground, your head bouncing off the floor. This barely fazed you though, it happened every time your brothers sparred with you. You grabbed his head and slammed it on your own. You flipped both of you, now you were on top of him. You reeled back and hit him two more times, in the face before you got up. He rolled and spit some blood out.

"Never mess with my family again," you said, glaring at him, "Do you understand?"

He grunted out a yes. You had broken one of his ribs, you knew that because you heard and felt it snap. You walked over to Wolf satisfied with his answer. "Are you okay?" You asked, checking his face for any bruises or scratches.

"I'm fine, he didn't hurt me," he reassured you, "Mom is gonna kill you for getting in a fight."

You laughed, "As long as you're okay I don't care."

Y/B/F looked at you shocked, "Wh-How- I don't understand," she sputtered out.

"I have three brothers. We all spar sometimes and they teach me new fighting tactics." You shrugged acting like it was no big deal. "Now, I'm hungry, let's go eat."

The blood taste had thankfully gone away when you sat down to eat. The rest of the day went by smoothly and Jaxon had to go to the hospital. Everyone looked at you a bit differently after the fight. You weren't the quiet shy bookworm in the back of the class anymore, even though you still were, but instead, everyone just saw you as the only person that had taken down the big "bad" Jaxon.

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The next few days nothing really interesting had happened. The principals nor any teachers had asked you about the fight at all. Apparently, Jaxon had told the nurse that he fell down some stairs. Jaxon had missed a few days because of the fight.

"Y/N, stop staring at Lucas," Y/B/F had said. You must have zoned out.

"I wasn't," you tried defending.

"Uh-huh," She said, obviously not believing you.

"Look I may have a crush on him but it's never gonna happen. He's a jock, I'm a bookworm. I also took down his friend." You explained to her.

"Okay."

The bell finally rang. Everyone left the classroom except for Lucas, Y/B/F, and you. Y/B/F came up behind you, after you grabbed your stuff, and pushed you into Lucas, "GET SOME" she had yelled.

She ran out of the classroom. Both you and Lucas blushed. You looked up, right as the awkwardness had settled, into his eyes. The eye contact was so awkward, not to mention you were still in his arms, but when you looked into his eyes you saw a color that you had never seen before. You saw the color brown for the very first time in your life and it was beautiful to you.

"Ummm," he had said.

"Oh, right," you said remembering that you were in his arms. You stood up and didn't say anything. Silence had fallen over you. Neither of you knew what to say. You were embarrassed and could feel the awkwardness in the silence. "I gotta go," you finally said, rushing out of the room.

You caught up to Y/B/F in the next class and smacked her arm. She just laughed. "Soooo?" She asked, dragging out the o part.

"So what?" You asked, irritated.

"So how'd it go?" She asked.

"Embarrassing and awkward," you replied.

"Are you guys soulmates?" She asked, trying to get straight to the point.

You sighed, "Yeah, yeah we are."

"That's great!" She practically yelled.

You shushed her. You grabbed your earbuds and your book. You couldn't believe that she had done that.

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That night you had told your brothers about what had happened. They all laughed saying that she did you a favor, which she did but it was still how she did it that bothered you.

The next few days you had avoided Lucas and you thought he was doing the same to you. You both hadn't talked to each other or even looked in each other's direction. This went on for about a month. Today though Y/B/F missed school. You were pretty mad at her for it. You were walking down the hall with your earbuds in, music and books were the best to you. They transported you to a different place, in a way. You weren’t really paying attention until you bumped into someone.

“I’m sorry!” You apologized, hurriedly. When you looked up you saw that it was Lucas. It looked like he tried talking to you, so you took out an earbud, “What?”

“I said don’t worry about it. At least it’s you bumping into me.” He laughed, you blushed. Even though you tried telling yourself that he wasn’t your soulmate, that maybe your eyes had made a mistake, you still couldn’t get over your crush on him.

“I thought you tried avoiding me,” you blurted out, right after you said that you put your hand over your mouth. He looked confused at first then laughed.

“I did at first,” you knew it, you felt your heart start breaking, “I didn’t want to make the second time talking so embarrassing and awkward like the first time.”

“Apparently, that won't stop it from being at least embarrassing,” at that both of you laughed.

“We gotta get to class. Wouldn’t want the bookworm to be late, do we?” You laughed at that.

“Shut up,” you laughed. He ended up walking you to class. You both talked the whole way there, of course you got some odd looks since he was popular and you weren’t. You found out some things that you didn’t know about him and he found out a few things about you too. One thing you found out was that he works out every morning and evening. That would explain why he was so good at sports. After class ended you met up with your brothers and Alicia. Surprisingly though Lucas was standing with them.

“What’s going on over here?” You asked, suspiciously, looking between Lucas and your brothers.

“Well, he is your soulmate and we’re your brothers,” Percy said, you gave him a confused look.

“Every older brother needs to meet their younger siblings soulmate,” Oakland finished, your eyes widened catching on.

“Please, don’t give him the brother talk,” you begged. Everyone laughed.

“They found me and wanted to get to know me. Since we are soulmates,” Lucas reassured, your heart fluttered at hearing him call you his soulmate, it was going to take a while to get used to.

---

The next day was Friday thankfully. No one knew that you and Lucas were soulmates except for his friend, WinWin, and obviously your brothers, Y/B/F, and Alicia. The only thing people knew was that you and him were becoming friends which was weird. Both of you would get rude comments from people about it until you glared at them. No one forgot the time when you beat Jaxon in the fight. After school Lucas went to your house and hung out. He always brightened up everyone's mood even if they had a bad day.

Lucas’ phone started ringing. He looked to see who was calling and picked it up after, “Hello? Okay. That sounds good. See you when you get back. I love you too mom. Bye.” He hung up at the end.

“What was that about?” You asked, genuinely curious.

“My mom just wanted to call and say that her and my dad would be out of town for a few weeks.” He informed you.

"Okay," you replied, his parents would go on business trips leaving him alone for weeks.

"Maybe I could stay here for a few days," he joked.

You chuckled a little. Even though your parents were strict you knew they liked him enough to let him stay for a day or two. "We can ask them if you want."

"I doubt they'd let me stay." He said, putting his arm around you.

You scoffed, "We may not be officially dating but they like you enough to let you stay. I have no doubt about that."

"Speaking about that, Y/N will you officially be mine?" He looked down at you smiling.

You looked up, "Really?"

"Really."

"Then yes!" You answered excitedly. He chuckled at the reaction that you gave. It was one of the first times that he saw you excited about something that wasn't in a book.

He continued to stare at you and you stared back. Slowly he started to lean down to kiss you. Both of your eyes closed as he was getting closer. Your lips brushed against together, then someone barged into your room making both of you jump apart.

"What do you want Wolf?" You asked, a bit irritated.

"To tell you both that dinner is ready," he said, he walked out of your room right after he said it. You rolled your eyes getting up with Lucas. You both walked into the dining room holding hands. You looked at each other and smiled.

"We're officially together," you announced with a big smile.

"About time," Oakland commented. You stuck out your tongue at him, while Lucas just chuckled.

---

The next day Lucas and you went on an actual date. You both had a blast. Your parents had let him stay the night and the next few. Lucas gave you his hoodie on Monday morning. When you walked into school everyone was shocked to see you in his hoodie and holding his hand. The second you walked into the school everyone stared so Lucas faced you towards him. He leaned down and slowly started kissing you in front of everyone. When you broke apart your face went bright red and you buried your face into him. He chuckled at your actions.

The next few years went the same way. People never messed with you again. Lucas and you were happy together and in the time that you graduated, high school both Oakland and Wolf found their soulmates. Percy and Alicia got married. Life was going well for everyone.

-😝

[ice-cream-nekogirl]

Out of My League (Midoriya Izuku X Reader X Bakugou Katsuki) PART 1

Summary: They were both your friends, and they were both out of your league. And UA’s having a fucking dance...

I LOOOOOOVES me some love triangles... XD And ooh this one’s gonna have some fluff and some angst in here honeys~. School’s almost over~. So I get to write this!!

Featuring! Deku and Kacchan! And You guys!! 

But somehow I can't believe That anything should happen I know where I belong And nothing's going to happen, yeah

-’She’s so High’ Tal Bachman

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TmmSAFWhyu0

It was true what they said about high school clichés.

There will always be jocks, popular bitches, preppy kids, emo kids, nerds, basket cases, class-clowns, rockers, perverts, shrinking violets and the occasional criminals.

You knew that because you were currently attending UA High with your best friends. Sure, this was a school for young students training to become pro-heroes, but it was still a high school, and naturally the high school students ACTED like high school students.

But you didn’t always entirely care about what people thought about you, or at least you tried to not care about what people thought about you. All that mattered was that you had your best friends, and the new batch of awesome friends you made during your time in UA.

It wasn’t always easy though since your two childhood friends just kind semi-hated each other, well, one of them was more upfront about it, the other one still cared a lot about him.

Yes, your best friends were Izuku Midoriya and Katsuki Bakugo. Everyone knew that because they would all see you walking with either Izuku, Bakugo or sometimes both of them when you managed to convince them to just try and tolerate each other. Well… Bakugo at least.

You felt close to both of them, but you tried to make time for both of them so neither of them felt neglected. Bakugo was an asshole 98 percent of the time, but you cared about him and you cherished your friendship with him warts and all. He had a soft side, you knew it, even though you seldom saw it. Izuku? Well, you never really had any problems with him at all.

But as soon as you three grew up, things started changing…

Izuku was gradually becoming more popular, because people finally saw his charisma. And many were becoming drawn to his kind, helpful nature, his determination, wicked intelligence and overall good-boy attitude.

Bakugo was still popular, except you could tell that he was slowly maturing. But what didn’t change was his aggressive attitude, competitiveness, expertise in fighting, book smarts and the cutthroat personality.

And then there was you…

Now you were never really that popular to begin with, kind of like Izuku, except you were even more under the radar given your casual, somewhat absurd and weird attitude, tendency to make lame jokes, interest in geeky things like anime, Game of Thrones, Stranger Things, Netflix and old punk bands like MCR and Sum 41 or Avril Lavigne and Panic! At The Disco. And you weren’t particularly that powerful or intelligent, hell studying was your enemy, but your telekinesis quirk was pretty useful on some occasions.

Overall, you weren’t oblivious as you would at times walk with either Izuku or Bakugo, and you would notice some of the looks other students were giving you three. Especially some of the girls, who were looking at Izuku and Bakugo rather fondly, even giggling as the two boys walked past them without even paying attention. But as soon as they saw you, their giggles increased, and it wasn’t because they liked you.

Whatever. You told yourself as you let out a small burp and decided to go and hang out with Izuku’s crew a.k.a ‘The Dekusquad’. Again. You adored his new friends though, most of them at least. Talking with Uraraka was hella awkward because you did not entirely like the girl, at least compared to the other girls. Particularly because of how Izuku acted around her, no you weren’t jealous or anything. And if you were, you weren’t going to admit it. However, Tsuyu, Iida, Todoroki and Aoyama were all fantastic and you liked them a lot.

Izuku was fantastic, you were so glad that you stuck by him the entire time and attended the same schools as him. He never minded your company, made regular eye contact with you (as much as the shy boy could at least) and even talked to you and let you talk about the dorky things you liked because you would listen to him talk about anything he liked too. He was just great. How could you not want to stay friends with someone like that?

You would also hang out with Bakugo’s crew a.k.a ‘The Bakusquad’ every now and then too, on the occasions when Bakugo would actually let you come close to him.  You loved all of them, especially Kirishima, they were all just so fun, full of life and pretty sweet too compared to their chosen leader. Bakugo wasn’t exactly kind to you, and he wasn’t shy about showing it in front of his friends, but he wouldn’t seriously hurt you.

Except maybe your feelings.

Bakugo was a different story compared to Izuku. You and he used to be real close, but much like with Izuku, as soon as his quirk manifested his attitude changed and he chose to bully other students he saw as below him. Especially Izuku, but you weren’t safe either, he bullied you too and mocked you for your telekinesis quirk, and several other things such as your eating habits, interest in TV and other things. 

While he didn’t exactly hurt you like he did Izuku, he wasn’t above pushing you to the ground or throwing things at you especially when you stood by Izuku to try and defend him.

9 YEARS AGO

You weren’t the most observant child in the world, but you did notice some things that others didn’t you liked to think. Such as how when a bird would land so close to a tree to pick up a flower, or whenever a spider was crawling about and no one could see it.

And how Izuku was such a kind boy, never ceasing to help people out who needed it even if they did push him away and then mock him for his lack of a quirk and they would say ‘how could YOU help?’ and it made you angry.

But what could you do? You were young so you weren’t sure how to really help your poor friend other than be his friend whenever someone was mean to him. You thought as you watched him admiring the snow and catching a small flake and he was blissfully unaware that you were staring at him.

He was actually kinda cute…

WHACK!

You let out a loud ‘AH!’ when you felt a ball of snow smack you in the back of your head, “EEK! Cold! Cold!” And you shrieked when the VERY cold ice pieces instantly melted on your warm skin and made it cold…

“HAHA! (Y/N)’s got a boyfriend~!”

It was Bakugo. Of course it was bratty Bakugo picking on you and throwing snowballs at you, he was always, ALWAYS looking for a chance to pick on you or Izuku anytime he found one. And to make matters worse now he was insisting something icky about you and your friend!

“N-NO I DON’T!” You immediately shouted back as your face turned hot, and you finally saw that Izuku had turned to see you and Bakugo shouting at each other, “Hey Deku! (Y/N)’s your girlfriend now~!” And he didn’t spare Izuku, he never did, he always had to make fun of him too.

“W-What?!” But the poor boy turned bright red at the thought, he couldn’t have a girlfriend! He was too young! Being a girlfriend meant being a mama and daddy…

“K-Katsuki shut up! He’s not my boyfriend!” You were less naïve than that, but you still yelled back at Bakugo for being a jerk. And he was still making fun of you and laughing at you, but the worst part is he actually looked happy when he was teasing you. You hated that he was smiling because Bakugo had a cute smile…

Just not a cute mouth…

“Losers belong together! So it’s perfect isn’t it? The girl with the lame mind quirk and the quirkless nerd.” He then shoved you to the snow so he could sneer down at you, snickering when he saw you trying to glare at him.

“Kacchan stop it…!” Izuku was at least sweet enough to try and stop him, but it wasn’t working either. Bakugo was quick to get a snowball much to the other boy’s shock as he stood his ground in terror. Only to shriek when Bakugo’s fastball suddenly whacked him right in the face and sent him falling to the snowy ground.

“HAHA!”

Bakugo laughed at both yours and Izuku’s expense. He always did. Izuku got up from the ground though. He always did. And you honestly weren’t sure what to do. You never did.  

You disapproved of Bakugo’s meanness, but always tried to at least help Izuku.  Those things you always did.

PRESENT

You were older now, all grown up in fact! In your opinion, so you were sure you knew what to do now for the most part.

Except for now…

The year was almost ending, and there was an upcoming ball to celebrate the end of the second semester called ‘The UA Ball’ and then students would get that 2 week Winter break that everyone was so looking forward too. Yeah you were sure some of your classmates and friends were going to be training during the break but still, everyone was getting a break. And THAT’s what you were looking forward to so you could just stay home all day, watch Friends, Game of Thrones of The Office and snuggle in the blankets and then train later.

But you had this ball to get over with first…

You had no idea why you cared about it so much, it’s not like you even enjoyed dancing or dances in general. Those were invented for the prettier girls and the handsome boys, not for anyone else who couldn’t fall in line with those labels…

No one ever asked you out, and no one wanted to go out with you either. You remembered that pretty well just last year!

LAST YEAR

Sadie Hawkins.

You wanted hack whoever invented that bullshit with a machete. And also punch whoever decided it was a good idea to bring that concept to your Japanese school in the face. The girls had to ask out the guys, but you could barely ask the guy at McDonalds to fix your burger that he screwed up without feeling like you would stutter and stumble on your words.

On top of that you were pretty sure that no guy would want to go with you even if you asked. You weren’t smart back then because for some reason you thought Bakugo of all people would want to go to the dance with you. And you weren’t even in the same classes together, just the same grade and you still knew each other.

Of course at that time, his attitude changed for the worst even more from when you were 6 years old and now he decided that it was perfectly fine to treat you and Izuku like garbage and he wasn’t above taunting you or bullying you like he did Izuku. Except he treated Izuku just slightly worse than you.

The logical side of you was screaming at you to turn back as you nervously glanced at Bakugo with his sycophantic cronies and barely took a step forward to approach him, but the emotional side of you was saying ‘Just ask him already! He might say yes!’

Dammit why did you have to crush on him? He was an asshole, so why did you like him? Was it because you guys were friends at a time? Was it because he still looked at you at least once or twice a month and still gave you (negative) attention? Or was it also because he grew up to be even cuter and even a little handsome now that he was older?

You had no idea…

“Uh… ahhh uh…” You opened your mouth, but barely any volume or words came out and you thoroughly became self-conscious of yourself and froze the second Bakugo’s vermilion eyes met your (E/C) eyes as your body trembled. Dammit your hair was a mess, as it always was but it was still not pretty, and you even tried to wear your favorite (D/S) socks in an attempt to look cute.

“What do you want Shitty Girl?” Bakugo hated it when you stuttered because it made you look even weaker than you already were, and yet he was smirking when you tried to talk again. It was so amusing to see you try…

“Um… uhhh…” You stammered and Bakugo just kept staring at you as his cronies snickered at you, which made your face heat up even more as you closed your eyes and heard your heart beating in your ears so loud you thought it was going to pop out of your chest. “K-Katsuki… I uh… we… we’ve… k-known each other f-for a while a-and uh… w-we uh… live close to each other a-and uh… l-like the… there’s gonna be… d-dance in like three days…” You finally got it out but you couldn’t see the smirk on his face and you froze as soon as you heard him snicker.

“Oh God… you’re not seriously asking me out to the dance are you…?” His question was like a bullet to your beating heart as you opened your eyes, face going bright red as the boys started laughing and making you sweat in your forehead, pits and back.

“N-No…! Haha no… ohhh hell no… dance…? I don’t… I can’t even…” You shook your head and tried to laugh with him even though Bakugo’s laughter was directed at you.

“Good.” However, Bakugo’s tone turned a little less casual and a bit cooler even though he still kept that smirk on, but it looked much crueler. “Cuz I’m gonna put this to you nicely… guys prefer to be with cute girls, which is why you shouldn’t be asking out guys, especially not me, I’m way out of your league. You’re a fucking dork, and you’re gross. I wouldn’t dance with you if you were the last girl on earth.” He moved closer to you just so you could hear everything he had to say to you, even though you were constantly glancing down and refusing the let tears well in your eyes as you willed your lip to not quiver.

“O-Okay…”

Why did you just say okay?! Why didn’t you smack him? You were so angry you wanted to, but you were also so sad you wanted to cry and run away. “Good, now get lost.” Bakugo gestured for you to leave and you did…

God you were pathetic, and they knew it as they laughed at you when you walked away for a bit and then broke out into a sprint as far away as possible, letting some tears slip out until you were outside. Wiping at your eyes angrily as your breath hitched, “S-Stupid! Stupid Katsuki… I hate you… I hate you so much…” You sniffled and quietly cried to yourself…

“(Y/N)?”

But you stopped and gasped when you heard Izuku’s concerned voice, and there he was approaching you with a very worried look. “A-Are you all right?! Are you crying…?”

“N-No!” You were NOT going to look pathetic in front of Izuku, the last thing you wanted was to vent to him about how much of a jerk Bakugo was. Again. “No I’m just… ugh allergies…” You lied really badly but Izuku was kind enough to not pry anything out of you.

“O-Okay… um… h-how about we go home?” He suggested to you nicely, in hopes that it would get your mind off of whatever was really bothering you, and you nodded at that.

Izuku was so sweet, he was way too sweet to put up with all the shit Bakugo put him through. You glanced at him fondly when he wasn’t looking as the two of you walked home together as you often did, and quickly enough to avoid Bakugo picking on you both again. Maybe Izuku would want to go out with you?

“Izuku…?” You suddenly asked, your emotions acting without your brains permission as you shook when Izuku looked right at you as soon as you called him. “Y-Yes?” He paid his full attention to you. He cared about you, and if you needed him for anything he’d do whatever he can to help you, sure he didn’t have a quirk but he wanted to at least be a good friend to you.

You swallowed hard as you felt his sweet big eyes on you as you struggled to ask, again… except somehow this was easier than it was with Bakugo… sort of. “I… uh… w-well… um…” You were stuttering again, but Izuku was being patient with you instead and was actually more worried than anything because of how anxious you looked. “Izuku we… w-we’re friends right…?” You asked him that instead and he perked up, and started blushing quite madly even though yes, he considered you a very dear friend. Possibly his best friend since Bakugo became such a jerk over the years…

“O-Of course! I-I uh… yeah! (Y/N) you’re one of my… m-my best friends… m-my only friend…” He mumbled rather bashfully and somewhat sadly since although he was okay with his solitude, he liked having a friend by his side too.

You smiled at him tenderly but shyly, blushing quite heavily yourself, “W-Well uh… m-maybe… uh… h-how about you and I…?”

Izuku gasped quietly, blushing even harder because he remembered the dance, and it was that Sadie Hawkins style where the girls ask out the guys. Were you going to ask him out?! It made him so nervous yet excited he was trembling and heard his heartbeat drumming loudly in his chest.

You somehow caught onto his nerves but thought that you were making him uncomfortable instead so you quickly nixed it. “G-Go see a movie maybe…?” Your question immediately deflated the excitement he had…

What was he thinking? Of course you weren’t going to ask a loser like him to the dance. You were way too good for him and he wasn’t good enough for you. You were way out of his league.

“Oh… y-yeah… sure… I would like that…” He knew it wasn’t a date, because he had gone to hang out with you at times as friends. That’s all you guys were… just friends…

“Hee-hee awesome… I mean… it’s just… everyone’s going to that dance and… dances are just so dumb… like… we don’t need to be a part of that bullshit ya know?” You asked him with a bit of a forced smile, and Izuku smiled back at you, it was forced as well.

“Y-Yeah… i-it is… kinda dumb…” He pretended to agree with you, although it WAS a little dumb he still wouldn’t mind it if you asked him out. But he knew you’d never ask him out…

Because you and him were just friends.

PRESENT

You and Izuku were just friends. You and Katsuki were just friends.

They were just friends with you and that was all, and yet for some reason that really made you groan and bury your head into your desk. At least until you looked over to see Uraraka smiling and happily talking to Izuku, who looked extremely flustered just talking to the girl.

That’s right. Uraraka was a girl. He told you that much when he first met her, and what did that make you?

You narrowed your eyes at her in annoyance as you scoffed. You take that back, you were jealous of the girl and frankly you didn’t really care that you were, you were never a fan of her.

Dances were dumb. You stood by that. At least…

“Hey…! (Y/N)!” You saw a familiar, INVISIBLE face right in front of you, well you couldn’t actually SEE her face but you knew by the floating clothes that it was no one other than Hagakure. “Hey Tooru…” You mumbled lowly, thankful for her though because you were getting tired of being by yourself and didn’t feel like bothering Izuku’s friends or Bakugo’s friends. Out of the girls, Hagakure was your closest friend.

“I see you looking at Midoriya again~.” She was giggling and probably cheekily grinning at you and you rolled your eyes and blushed, “He’s my friend, of course I’m going to look at him…”

“Bakugo’s your friend too but you look at him a bit differently. Hee-hee… but he’s kinda mean so… I see why you’d rather look at Midoriya. He’s so nice!” She chirped a bit and you smiled and nodded, he was SO nice.

“Yeah… he really is…” You said rather fondly and Tooru put her hands on your shoulders. “And that’s why you need to ask him out.” She said so suddenly you perked up and widened your eyes.

“W-What…?! A-Are you cray?! No way…! I… tried once and… it didn’t go well…” You muttered, even though it was Katsuki it didn’t go well with…

“Oh?”

“Okay I’m lying no no it was Katsuki I asked first… that went horribly… I tried to ask Izuku but… I chickened out and… I dunno… maybe it’s the universe’s way of saying something…” You sighed heavily as Hagakure paid attention to you, smiling even though you couldn’t see it.

She so knew that you liked Izuku, and she was determined to help you win his heart, “Well you can redeem yourself! Ask him out to the dance! This is your chance to do that now!” Hagakure said cheerfully but you just blushed even more, even though she had a point.

But you and Izuku were just friends…

You told yourself that, “Argh I don’t know Tooru… he’s like my best guy friend… what if he thinks I’m weird? Ugh god and I’d be sticking with that lame-ass cliché that guys and girls can’t be just friends? Oh my GOD what the fuck’s wrong with me…?”

“Hey, hey! Cliches don’t matter in real life! Midoriya happens to be your best guy friend and it’s okay if you like him! I mean he is pretty cute isn’t he?”

“Are you kidding? He’s as cute as an otter slithering in a swimming pool with it’s little whiskers and paw-paws…” Putting your hands on your cheeks you quietly squealed when you envisioned the little otter in a swimming pool, and then Izuku was in the swimming pool with the otter swimming around him and giving him those little kisses.

“AHHHH!”

That time you didn’t hold back that squeal as Hagakure jumped a bit, “Ah! Hee-hee… oh gosh… yeah you totally like him, and you totally wanna ask him out~.” She teased you a little bit as you blushed and pouted a little bit, dammit you did want to ask him out… not just to make up for your botched attempt, but also because you really wanted to ask Izuku out. He deserved to be asked out, and you… you liked him… you were certain you liked him…

Part of you still liked Bakugo, but Izuku… you couldn’t forget Izuku either…

“Okay… I will…!” You whispered with a determined voice as Hagakure quietly cheered for you. That’s it. It was time to stop being such a nervous nilly and just go and ask him out already. How bad could it be? You were both just friends going to a dance right? Yeah… who cares if Izuku had muscles now? And who cares if he’s so cute and yet attractive?

Man how did both of your childhood friends grow up to be so attractive? Of the three of you altogether, you were definitely their DUFF...

Everyone else was certainly intending to ask out someone they found attractive, ESPECIALLY Kaminari and Mineta...

“I can’t wait to see the girls in their dresses...! Oh God I hope it’s something that shows skin...!” Mineta was drooling and blushing at the mere thought as Kaminari’s friends just glared at him in disgust. Kaminari KINDA hoped the same but he wouldn’t be vocal about it like that... he had more respect for the girls than that... 

“Heh, well... I can’t wait for this dance, maybe I’ll get lucky~.” You could hear Kaminari talking to Bakugo, Kirishima and Sero though as you got up from your desk. “Ya think so dude?” Sero was a BIT skeptical though as he kinda poked fun at his friend.

“Haha I don’t know if I’m asking anyone… how about you Bakugo? Got anyone you wanna ask out~?” Kirishima was a bit shy when it came to things like that, but wouldn’t shy away from asking his friends about it, except Bakugo could honestly care less about dumb dances.

“HELL NO! Dances are fucking stupid and a waste of time… I don’t get why schools even have them in the first place, they’re pointless…” He angrily grumbled; it was true though he never ever got the point of dances. They were stupid and on top of that hardly anyone was worth going with, no one was good enough for him to give the time of day. He hated dancing too, and he remembered that time where he was almost asked out.

Oh that’s right, YOU had tried to ask him out and he kinda cruelly rejected you. He remembered that, and he felt… bad…? No, why would he feel bad? He didn’t wanna go to the dance with you, you were just some dumb girl that stuck to him and Deku like glue and didn’t go away. You were just slightly less annoying than Deku, that’s why he picked on you. You were a dork, and he liked picking on you because you were a dork.

What were you thinking asking him out last year? He was the most talented guy at school, he couldn’t just go to the dance with a dork… it’s not like it was anything personal or anything. Of course he didn’t forget that you seemed pretty upset about it, but at the time he didn’t care if he hurt your feelings. He still didn’t… or at least he tried to tell himself that he didn’t, but for some reason it was making him feel bad about it.

It’s not like you liked dances anyway, you weren’t a dancer and he remembered how you’d stick your tongue out and go ‘Ewwww!’ with him whenever you, him and Izuku watched some movies where they’d have those gross kissing scenes.

That just wasn’t you.

“Izuku!”

However his eyes widened as soon as he heard you call Deku. God you STILL called him Izuku, dammit why did he hate it whenever you called him by his first name instead of Deku? He told you from the beginning that Izuku is ‘Deku’ but you still called him Izuku.

And Izuku perked up in surprise when he was called, looking a tad bit startled as he looked at you, concerned. “(Y-Y/N)? Are you… okay?” He asked you as Uraraka, Iida and a few other classmates looked at you and you realized that you called him a little louder than you intended to.

“I uh…”

Oh God you were stuttering again, and it never ceased to amuse Bakugo. You were SUCH a dork it was almost endearing. 

“Uhhh… ummm… uhhhh… oh fuck it… Izuku I need to talk to you about something school-related…” You ignored the looks you were getting and the rather surprised look from Izuku and didn’t notice the shock on Bakugo’s face.

What did you need to talk to DEKU for? It was SO not school-related…

To be continued... 

[pjm-com]

That’s the Spirit!

pairing - Jeon Jungkook x Reader

genre - smut, high school AU!

warning/tags - Taehyung getting hit, Jimin lusting over Yoongi, two hot makeout sessions, alcohol mention, fucking at a party, angry sex, aggressive Jungkook, spanking, dirty talk, Jimin being your bi best friend, oral sex (m. receiving)

summary - “Shut up.” “Why don’t you come over here and make me?”

High School was meant to be a new start for you and your friends, parties on the weekends, and football games on Fridays. Your entire freshman year was you working hard to get onto Varsity Cheer and keeping straight A’s to get you into all honors classes. Now that you were in your Junior year, you decided it was a train wreck. Grades were perfect, big circle of friends: fine. Three Sport Athlete, hottest guy in school, and ex-best friend who is now your partner for AP Bio? You didn’t think so.

You were surprised at how he even got into this class. Sure, he needed good grades to do track, football, and soccer but this was the hardest class you’ve ever taken, and all your other AP Classes were a breeze. So now that your teacher had paired you up for a project together, you wanted to rip your eyeballs out. He sat next to you as everyone switched seats, his cologne overwhelming your area while Jimin and Taehyung were making sex faces from across the room. Flipping them off, you turn towards Jungkook who is smiling at you.

“What?” You grumble, gathering the papers together and writing your name on the assignment. He laughs, his hand pulling at his lip gently as he moves onto his elbows to get closer.

“You’re cute when you’re mad.”

“What are you, ten? Did you flirt your way into AP Bio?” It came out meaner than you intended and instantly wanted to take it back. You’ve cheered him on the sidelines all three years of your cheer career, and you guys were even friends freshman year, hanging around the same group of friends. Seokjin was a senior on the cheerleading team, and Namjoon was the captain of the football team. Namjoon and Jin started dating which brought two entirely different friend groups together, meeting Jungkook at the lunch table. You even had a crush on him for a little while until he got a spot on Varsity, turning him into an asshole of a jock. Jimin was on Varsity too, but he remained the same bubbly idiot who has come to be your best friend.

“No, much to your belief, I’m actually smart. You should know that, since we had the same grades in freshman year.” You couldn’t argue with that, and he’s pulling the paper from underneath your hand to write his own name, handwriting still the same as you remembered it. “Either way, you’re stuck with me now so.. when should we work on this?” You decided to push all your grudges away for now and relax, rolling your eyes playfully. Class was almost over and you were eager to go home.

“I mean, we could do it at lunch tomorrow? Come sit by your old friends, Mr. Hotshot.” You’re both laughing and it feels good to hear his laugh again. Not the one you hear in the halls when he’s around the other players, but his genuine laugh. “If not, I mean, you could come over after school today? My mom will probably invite you to stay for dinner since it’s been decades, but just turn her down she won’t be upset.” Jungkook nods as the bell rings, flicking your nose before he’s off with the papers and into the hallway. You felt kind of weird, actually talking to him again but maybe it was for the better.

“Ooh, Kook and Pom Pom: the Sequel!” Rolling your eyes you turn around to land a punch into Taehyung’s arm leaving Jimin laughing and Taehyung cowering. “Damn.. maybe you should ditch your uniform and join wrestling.” Walking out of class, you guys practically race to get to the parking lot before someone can cause an accident. Sophomore year, you made the mistake of naming your chevy Malibu, Kirby, but that’s all Taehyung was screaming as the blue car came into sight. Rolling your eyes, you’re pushing off the ground and onto Jimin’s back as he carried you the rest of the way. Once you’re there, you guys are panting and laughing, Jimin’s hand slapping your ass playfully as you’re throwing your bags into the backseat.

“Can’t keep your hands to yourself, huh Park?” You laugh, wiggling your hips as he scoffs from over the roof of your car.

“I’d have Taehyung in my throat before I’d ever want to undress you.”

“At least take me out to dinner first?” That sends you all into laughter, opening your car doors while Taehyung slams your trunk closed. You’re ready to slide behind the wheel before a hand on your shoulder makes you jump, knocking your elbow into the glass window. You’re laughing, curses flying out of your mouth before you’re turned in front of Jungkook whose eyes are crinkled at your injury, making your grumble.

“Easy jumpy,” he snorts, making you roll your eyes as he leans against your car rendering Taehyung and Jimin speechless in your backseat. Jimin and him are on the same team, but they barely talk anymore while Taehyung and Jungkook haven’t spoken to each other in ages. “I was wondering if I could maybe catch a ride home?” You’re confused to say the least; why was he asking you? He had Senior friends, who could drive him but he chose a car full of people he hasn’t really talked to for a while. You noticed that he had his football bag with him and you crossed your arms.

“Don’t you have practice?” You ask, eyeing his name on the side of the fabric before he’s snorting.

“No, it got cancelled, hence why Jimin is in your passenger seat.” Right.

“Your car in the shop?” You scoff, teasing him as he punches your arm softly before sighing and nodding in defeat, making him look down with a red face before you’re rolling your eyes. “Get in the back, and don’t make me regret it.” Even if you guys were working on a project together, you were putting all four of you guys in an awkward situation. Once your car was started and everyone was buckled, Jimin was on AUX and you guys sat in some silence before Jungkook pipes up about the homecoming game this Friday. That got Jimin talking, them conversing happily about plays they’ve been practicing for ages and how the parade was going to be insane tomorrow.

“Fuck!” You yell, turning down your street, making everyone stop and stare. “I forgot about the parade. Coach wants us doing back handsprings on the pavement, and I’m not ready for that.. plus, isn’t there a party afterwards?” You ask, making Jimin laugh. Jimin was at every party there ever was, and you’ve maybe only been to three thanks to the cheer squad. Jimin was planning on going, he’s been talking about it for a while and he’s slapping your shoulder before you can even say anything. “What? Shit.. We’re going aren’t we?”

Taehyung and Jimin agree in unison before you’re groaning into the steering wheel, turning your signal on and whipping into your driveway. You guys all get out and grab your bags from the trunk and start walking up to your front door, before turning on Jimin and Taehyung who looked like they were sneaking back to Jimin’s house. “You guys can come in if you want? We’re gonna be doing homework anyways.” Jimin shakes his head, muttering something about how they had other things to do, leaving you and Jungkook stranded. You reminded yourself to slap both of them later as you walked into your house, toeing off your shoes at the door letting Jungkook walk in. It’s been awhile since he’s been here, and you’re nervous he’s gonna say something about it but to your relief he doesn’t, and makes the walk to your room easier. Once you’re inside, you kick the door shut behind you, and he’s laughing on your bed.

“What?” You huff, reaching into your closet to grab more comfortable clothes than your cheer pants and varsity jacket. You settle on running shorts and a pale blue shirt while also grabbing a bralette. You walk into your bathroom, leaving the door open so you guys could still talk but moving out of his view while you changed.

“Why do you have your two different uniforms hanging up?” At first you’re confused, pulling off your bra and flinging It into your hamper out side of the door before pulling the lace over you and changing into the rest of your clothes. “Oh? And no bra? That’s something I can get behind.” Shaking your head, you come out and kneel on your rug, throwing your hair into a bun.

“First of all, cool it pretty boy, I’m wearing a bralette. Second of all, coach doesn’t want any wrinkles in the uniforms.” His eyes are screwed in confusion as he takes a spot across from you and leans against your bed. “The blue and white one is the one we’re wearing tomorrow to match with your guys’ uniforms, and the black and white is for the game on friday.” He nods in understanding, a grin on his face as he pulls out the papers from his bag and sets them on the floor.

“So I get to see you in that uniform two days in a row? Hot.” Slapping him on the arm, you pull out your own binder along with your pencil and sit next to him, so you guys can get started. Thirty minutes into the project, and you guys were laughing while actually doing work. You were almost done, and it shocked the hell out of you. Jungkook knew the material just as well as you did, making it easier for you guys to fly by this project, typing up the powerpoint in no time.

“Hey, when should I have my mom come get me? Thirty minutes?” He asks, and you nod in response.

“You thirsty?” You ask halfway through, pushing yourself up from where you were laying on your stomach and he follows suit, walking downstairs to the kitchen. “We’ve got capri-suns, gatorade, water, lemonade?” He takes a gatorade, thanking you before chugging it in front of you before you even have time to pour your lemonade. “Thirsty much?”

He laughs as he’s panting, throwing the bottle into the trash, grabbing another one after you motion that it’s okay. He shakes his head, avoiding your eye contact as you put the lemonade back on the top shelf. “No, I guess. I don’t know.. I get thirsty when I’m nervous?” He says in a questioning tone, making your eyes shoot up. Jeon Jungkook was.. nervous? Maybe it was the football game, and you didn’t really say anything until you guys were back in your room and on the floor. “Sorry,” he laughs as he starts writing again.

“Don’t be! Is it— is it the game?” You’re suddenly unsure how to approach the question, the atmosphere thicker as you sit in front of him. You never pegged him as the type to get nervous at something he was so good at but, you’ve tumbled over many competition mats and you still shake the butterflies. He leans back against your bed, looking up at you before he’s crossing his arms with a shy smile.

“No, it’s just.. I guess I was nervous to come hang out with you?” He starts and you find yourself blushing now as he shrugs. “I just feel like it’s been so long, and I haven’t been kind to you or the guys either.. I forgot who I really was I guess, and I’m trying to make it up ya know?” Your heart melted at those words, wondering if Namjoon would be squealing in his seat at this news. “Mostly nervous that we’re hanging out.”

“But why? You shouldn’t be!” You say, even if your brain is on auto-pilot and he’s laughing, waving off the subject before picking up the computer and writing some more. After a few more pages and all you have to do is knock out the conclusion, and Jungkook is messing around with the filters on the snapchat app, making you tumble out in laughter. Now you’re leaning into his side, using the face swap filter and cracking each other up. “You’re such a dork.”

At your statement, Jungkook is looking at you in mock pain, nudging you in the shoulder. “Says you?” He laughs but its softer now, filters forgotten about as you guys are stifling giggles that are dying down now. His smile is fading, eyes still lit up by the prior happy outburst and they’re staring at your lips making your head spin. “I missed this,” he confesses, breath close enough to hit your nose. “Being here with you and just, having fun.”

“Me too,” you breathe, eyes flickering back from his teeth chewing on his bottom lip and back up to his gaze. He’s leaning in, too slow for you but you’re paralyzed so it’s not like it mattered. Once his lips are close enough, he’s pushing them onto yours in a soft kiss that ends too quickly. You couldn’t even kiss back before he’s pulling away and the feeling of his soft lips are buzzing against yours in faint memory. He’s starting to apologize but your hands move faster and you’re bringing him down by his cheeks to smash your lips together. The kiss is more needier than you wanted, but he’s kissing you back in an instant with the same force. If Jimin saw you right now, he’d be tweeting about it to his art group chat and screaming it from the rooftops. You’re turning towards him to get a better angle and his hands are holding your hips close to him. It’s a kiss that’s full with passion, enough to knock your guts back into place. Even with the soft movements of his lips, you can tell there’s fire behind it. You had no idea what the fuck you were doing. Earlier today you had a grudge over him, and now he’s in your room kissing you; you must’ve really wanted this.

His teeth tug at your bottom lip, opening your lips a little bit before you feel his tongue licking up into your mouth, feeling around for yours. Pulling him by the back of the neck, you’re eager to be closer to him, to feel more of him and he fixes that problem by bringing your thigh over his legs to sit you in his lap. Much better. Your hands are in his hair, tugging the black locks in between your fingers as he’s groaning into your mouth which fuels you to tug harder. Both of your hips are pressed together firmly, closing the space between you as he pulls away from your lips and moves to the underside of your jaw. You’re staring up at the ceiling, letting your eyes close at the feeling of his lips hot against your neck and his hands like fire on your lower back. They’re touching you like he’s never going to see you again, moving one to the side of your thigh and grabbing the skin there. Your breath catches in your throat as he bites softly at the skin under your ear, before sucking gently and moving to another spot.

“Are you— are you sure we should be doing this?” You breathe, a moan dropping off at the end of your question as his hands grab your ass hungrily, pushing you towards his dick which was now hardening underneath your thigh. He hums into your skin, pushing the collar of your shirt down to choose another spot on your collarbone to mark, neck moving to the side to give him the room he needed.

“Does it matter?” He mumbles, returning to his actions. “We’re both enjoying it.” You really couldn’t argue with that, not when he’s on his third hickey on your pulse point. You bring his head up, deterring him from the task at hand, both panting as he’s smiling lazily at you. His eyes were lidded, mouth red from kissing you and your skin, and pupils dilated. He basically looked like a god.

“I have a game to cheer at, big boy,” you pant, and the nickname makes him groan softly, as he pushes forward to kiss you again. His hands are running under your shirt, somewhat cold compared to the heat your body was giving off. You can barely focus on anything else, his tongue soft against yours which was turning you on heavily, that you’re grinding into his dick without warning and he’s moaning loudly at the friction. The best sound you’ve ever heard, like music to your ears as you do it again, only to listen to him growl as his hips are pushing up into yours. “Jungkook..” Even though you were moaning at the feeling of his dick hard in-between your thighs, you didn’t hesitate to stop all actions at the sound of the alarm beeping, letting you know someone had entered the front door. Your mom. She’s calling your name, and you throw an answer over your shoulder while you and Jungkook are scrambling to gather your stuff together. As soon as you bagged up all your supplies and threw a blanket over Jungkook’s lap, your mom is in your doorway smiling at the two of you.

“Jungkook!” She exclaims, hands ruffling his hair as he laughs a bit to loudly, trying to control his breathing. “It’s been awhile since I’ve seen you! How are you doing?” You let them trade small talk while you’re putting his things neatly in his bag, and scooting away from him a respectable distance. Your mom’s finally off to make dinner and you and Jungkook are left in an awkward position, but you’re the first one to laugh.

“My ass.. would have been dead if that was my dad.” Jungkook nods furiously, a grin on his face as well. He knows how scary your dad can get; he was NOT born yesterday. “Well.. did you uhm, wanna stay for dinner?” You ask as you guys both get up, boner still evident in his pants. He shakes his head, face a bit red as he grabs his backpack and slings it over his shoulder before following you out of your room.

“I would, but I have bigger fish to fry,” He snorts and you’re laughing with him until you guys are both stopped at the door. You wait awkwardly as he slides into his shoes, and opening the door, flashing you a small smile before he’s stepping onto your porch. “Bye! I’ll.. see you in class tomorrow?” You nod, giving him a smile before you watch him get into his mom’s car and wave to you. Shutting the door you let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding.

You had to call Jimin.

...

You woke up the next morning feeling dizzy. You had immediately called Jimin to tell him everything, and he was screaming into his pillow on the other line. You had forced him to keep this all in the vault, because you didn’t even know what the entire ordeal meant. You wanted to tell Taehyung about it, but you weren’t sure how he’d react so you promised Jimin you’d tell him when you had an idea what the hell was going on. No one had asked about the marks on your neck, the turtleneck of your uniform doing it’s best to cover it. School was mostly the same, even when you got to AP Bio. You guys had made posters the entire class period and Jungkook was acting the same, if you don’t count the wandering eyes over your figure in that uniform. Jungkook had even decided to sit with you guys at lunch, making Namjoon very happy. Jimin was a little more rowdy, hype of the parade going to their head but you couldn’t complain. You loved these dorks.

Once you got home, you had a clear idea what was going on between you and Jungkook. He had came over to finish the project, but you guys haven’t even touched your bags since you’ve been home. You both finished it at lunch, and thank god you did because Jungkook’s over you on your bed, mouthing the marks he had made yesterday. It seemed easy, falling into bed with him, hands touching each other’s bodies and pressing so closely together. He’s grinding his dick into you, and it’s taking everything in your power not to just sink on him right there but his teeth on your neck is bringing you back to reality.

“Jimin’s gonna be here soon,” you whine as his hands are running down your sides and resting on the curves of your ass. “He’s g-gonna help me get ready for the parade.. the guys are doing chair-sits with the girls, and he,” you break off to moan at the pressure of his hands holding your neck in his grasp to suck yet another bruise into. “He doesn’t want me looking unfit.” You and Jimin did the homecoming chair-sits together, since he could lift you in the air and catch you. It was the peak of your cheer career, being at the center of the formation with Jimin. It was his favorite part.

Jungkook groans against your skin, pulling away to look at you, giving you time to push his hair out of his face. “It took everything in my power not to bend you over the lab tables and just fuck you.” You’re honestly shocked hearing those dirty words coming out of his mouth, someone you’ve known for four years. “It’s just such a tight suit, baby. Your thighs look delicious in them, and it makes your tits look good.” You roll your eyes at him, pulling him by his hair into another heated kiss that has him rubbing his dick on you. 

The idea of actually doing anything with him kind of scared you, but you were gonna have to force him to go home soon to suit up for the sports float, and you didn’t wanna blue ball him. “C’mon, it’ll be quick, Jimin has another fifteen minutes.” Now it’s your turn to groan as you sit up a bit and push him by his chest to the other side of your bed.

“This suit takes me like ten minutes alone to put on,” you hum and place yourself between his thighs, hands on the top of his dress pants. Jungkook was still in his jersey, same as you and from the outside it might’ve looked like some sleazy porno. His eyes are questioning, small shock on his face as he watched you unbuckle his belt and pull his pants and boxers down in one swipe.

“H-hey, we don’t— you don’t have to,” He tries, hand in your hair calmly. You wondered why he had changed his attitude, maybe cause he was now exposed underneath you, and god were you impressed. It bobbed in front of your face with malicious intent, and you were quick to take him all the way to the back of your throat. “Oh fuck.” He halted all protests, head dropping back into your mountain of pillows while his hands fisted in your hair. He was thick enough to stretch your throat and long enough to touch the back, making him groan once you started to hollow your cheeks and move your tongue around the underside of his cock. You’ve never really given head before but the way Jungkook’s face is screwed tight, hips failing to stay in place gives you at least a little bit of confidence.

Pulling off of it completely, Jungkook’s breath hard in the air before you’re sucking on the head with a grip on his thighs. “Fuuck (y/n), how the hell d-did you get so good at this?” He groans, eyes looking at you through his lashes and his mouth opens wide as you’re licking his dick hungrily, taking him all back into your throat to set a fast pace of your head. “H-here, I thought you were innocent, but look at you. Your pretty lips wrapped around my cock, eager to p-please huh?” With that you’re humming with him in your mouth, moving faster as his breath hitches and his moans get louder. You never figured he’d be so vocal and bless your ears, but there was a first time for everything, huh? Hips stuttering, death grip in your hair, you keep eye contact with him and take a mental snapshot of this.

“Sh-shit I wanted to last longer,” he laughs breathlessly making you giggle before you suck harder. “That uniform is just— really doing something to me, god I’m gonna cum soon.” You look up in time to see his abs clenching, thighs stuttering before you feel him down your throat. You keep going, milking him for every last drop before he has to pull you off of him by your hair, spit covering your lips. He’s almost completely fucked out, pulling you up by the neck to kiss him again, tongues intertwining as your phone dings. Jumping, you pull away and look at your phone, reading the message that Jimin was gonna be over in a couple seconds, making you guys both stare at each other in shock before shuffling to gather yourselves. Of course, Jungkook’s lips are on you the entire time: while he’s buckling his belt, putting his jacket back on, grabbing his bag. All the way until Jimin is pushing through your front door, singing some random song that fills the quiet of your house.

“Babe?” Jimin asks, when a flash of terror shoots across Jungkook’s face.

“Babe?” Jungkook whispers. “Seriously?” Rolling your eyes you waved to Jimin from your door upstairs, as he started walking towards the staircase. Turning back to Jungkook, he actually seemed kind of mad and you patted his chest.

“Calm down, there’s nothing to worry about me and him are just friends.” You can’t continue the conversation further but you’re wondering why Jungkook looks so jealous. Shrugging it off, Jimin smiles at the both of you before setting his bag down. “Anyways, I’ll see you later at the parade?” Jungkook nods, smiling softly before walking down your stairs and shouting a goodbye. Sitting down at your vanity, you look wrecked. Long hair in strands around your face, not where they should be in your tight high ponytail. Taking it out, you turn to Jimin, giving him the eyes before he groans.

“You seriously want me to braid your hair?”

“Oh cmon, you have the hands of a god!” Jimin can do all sorts of braids, which was an upside of having three sisters. He smirks, standing behind you to pull your blonde locks out of the wristband and let it fall behind your shoulders.

“Fine, but only if you tell me what just happened. Double French?” Nodding, he starts on your hair, splitting it into two sections before starting to braid. With the tone in his voice, you knew you weren’t getting out of this at all.

“Well.. we didn’t even start to work on our project.. We finished that at lunch, and he came over just to make out I guess? It was getting really heavy but you know how long it takes for me to fully suit up, Chim.” Sighing as you bring out your makeup, touching up your mascara you find yourself laughing. “So I sucked his dick.” The way Jimin’s hands stop are a dead giveaway, giving him a couple seconds before he starts braiding your hair again, clicking his tongue.

“Here, I thought you were so innocent (y/n). All your past boyfriends barely even made it past a flimsy boob squeeze, and yet here Jungkook is down your throat.” Your face grows red at Jimin’s words, and he’s laughing. “Hey, if this is gonna be a friends with benefits thing? I’m on board. Now that you have your side piece, maybe help me get with Yoongi?”

“Min Yoongi?”

“Of course? The one and only.” Jimin has had the hots for Yoongi ever since he joined football. Yoongi was his mentor being a year older, and they became really good friends. Jimin, being the bi boy he is, developed the biggest crush. Switching the subject, you sigh watching Jimin tie off your first long braid and get to work on the next one. You pulled out some baby hairs so your face didn’t look so pulled back and leaned back into his chest.

“What if I want it to be more than just benefits? What if I want the strings?” You couldn’t help but face your feelings you’ve had, even if you’ve repressed them this entire time. “It’s just something about the way he first kissed me, and told me he missed me. I don’t know Chim.. Is this crazy?” You already know what he’s gonna tell you.. That Jungkook was bad news, but you didn’t really care. If the softer side of Jungkook was still there, you wanted it.

“I don’t know, babe,” Jimin sighs. “He’s Jungkook. Three-sport-athlete Jungkook, the one who plays girls! It’s not my place to step in, but he’s good at breaking hearts and you know it. If you think he’s really changed, then all I can do is stick by your side and support you.” You felt your heart warm up at those words, thanking god for putting Jimin into your life. Once he’s done with the other side of your hair, he turns you in your chair and pulls out little fly aways to make the style prettier before you’re pulling him into a hug.

“I love you,” you hum and he’s laughing into your shoulder, hugging you back.

“Love you too, doll. Now c’mon, we have a audience to impress tonight.”

...

The parade was more jam-packed than you thought. Your Chair-Sits went off without a hitch, and even if your hands were a little bruised from doing back handsprings on the road, you’re happy. Jimin insisted on driving back home to change into other clothes but you protested. It was normal that you guys went to the parties afterwards in your uniforms, but apparently not tonight. Driving back home, you parked in your driveway as your parents were just leaving. They had Dinner Reservations tonight and assumed you were staying at Jimin’s, so you had an alibi for the party. Walking inside, you kick off your cheer shoes and exhale because the hardest part of the night was over and now you could relax with friends.

“Since you dragged me home to change, what are you wearing tonight?” You ask, letting Jimin help you unzip out of your uniform once you were in you room. Something he’s been doing every year after the parade, so it doesn’t really shock either of you once your uniform falls, leaving you in your bra and Spanx.

“An outfit that I thrifted months for,” he said proudly, winking as he walks into your bathroom to change. You turn to your own closet, stepping out of your underwear and shorts only to pull up a plain cotton thong and fishing out your own outfit. You decided to go for a laid back look, picking out regular black leggings that came up over your belly button and a yellow crop top to finish it. You’re rushing to pull on your high top vans before Jimin’s clearing his throat and you turn around, jaw dropped. He was dressed in black skinny jeans, a white shirt tucked into it with a blue jean jacket over it. He had his normal converse on and to add to it, a white Nike hat on his head. You couldn’t even lie. He looked good. Standing up, hands on your hips you applaud him gently, before he’s rolling his eyes and dropping his cologne into his bag.

“I really like that outfit! Is this part of operation win Min Yoongi?” You tease, spraying perfume over your chest, laughing at the sound of Jimin groaning. He mumbles an ‘I hope so’, before you guys are down the stairs and out the door. Driving to Hoseok’s house, where the party was already packed by the time you guys even turned down the block. You parked down the street a little bit, walking the rest of the way up to the porch where couples were making out. Jimin makes a puking noise loudly, snapping at one of them to get a room before the door is pushed open and you’re greeted with a full house.

Girls and guys were dancing, your team in the corner talking, football boys dancing, a circle around a guy who insisted on downing a bottle of Jack. That’s how you could tell Hoseok was the host. You spot Namjoon and Jin, them waving you over and you lace your hands with Jimin before making your way to them.

“Hey guys!” Namjoon greets, Jin’s mouth full with snacks as he bounces his head in acknowledgement which makes you laugh.

“Hey.. where’s Hoseok?” You shout over the music, trying to find him over the party but also keeping your eye out for Jungkook. Namjoon motions his head over to the table where another girl from your squad is on her back, Hoseok sucking a shot out of her belly button. Scrunching your face up in disgust, you turn back to Jimin whose eyes are all over the blonde in the corner.

“Hey (y/n),” Yoongi says gently, before letting his eyes look Jimin up and down. “Hey, Chim.” Jimin nearly died, inching closer so they could talk as you roll your eyes and sit next to Namjoon who hands you a drink. You guys cooled it for a bit, sitting down, talking and laughing until time flies and you’ve already been there for an hour. You’re more than buzzed and looking for Jungkook, turning to Jimin to say something but all words leave your throat as you see a girl leaning up on her toes to kiss Jungkook. You’re frozen, and you feel your head spinning. You should’ve seen this coming, you knew he’d never think about you like that and you were ready to get up and give him a piece of your mind.

Before you can even set down your drink, Jimin’s hands are on your arm, pulling you back down into his side. “Don’t,” Jimin warns, and you’re groaning. “We knew he was gonna do this. C’mon, (y/n). You’re sexy and just sitting here? Go find some other guy to kiss, and make his ass jealous.” You looked around the room, searching for any special candidates but no luck. No one appealed to you, or even looked like they’d give you the time of day. You’re ready to protest but your eyes land on Jimin, and you’re grinning like a madman. He’s shaking his head, hands on your shoulders to give you distance. “(y/n), don’t. That will only cause problems, plus you’re a little drunk. I know I’m sexy, but leave that for the others.”

“C’mon Chim, it’s not like we haven’t kissed before? We’ve done it once or twice just randomly when we’ve missed each others cheeks or were too happy to contain it. Just one small heated kiss, enough to get Jungkook’s attention and I’ll explain it to him once it’s died down.” He looks like he’s ready to say no, and you’re about to put on your pouty face before he rolls his eyes and brings you close.

“You owe me.. You’re lucky I love you.” With that, he kisses you and your hands are on his face, wondering how the hell he gets his lips baby smooth. After a little while, you pull away and turn to eye where Jungkook was standing, and in an instant he was gone. You want to compliment Jimin’s work, but Jungkook’s voice behind you makes you jump out of your skin. Fuck.

“(y/n), can I borrow you for a second?” He basically growls, and you nod, giving Jimin a look before walking behind him. You’ve been to Hoseok’s house before for pool parties, cookouts, movie marathons. This is the first time you’re in a bedroom in his house. The silence is pounding at your ears once Jungkook closes the door, hands on his hips. You can tell that he’s pissed off. “Why the hell were you kissing Jimin? You said earlier that you guys were just friends yet here you are kissing him?”

You were honestly so annoyed at this point. Sure it was foul play to get back at him, but you shrugged. “The taste of your own medicine really sucks doesn’t it?” You say sharply, arms crossed. Confusion flashes across his face, and you roll your eyes, getting closer so you can push your finger into his chest. “Don’t play dumb with me. I know I saw you kissing that cheerleader.” You scoff and he’s shaking his head in disbelief.

“No, she kissed me, okay? I was looking for you, and she basically just pounced on me.”

“Yeah right, like I’m gonna believe that one. Classic Jungkook who just plays the field right? Don’t be ashamed.” Now that’s really done it, and his fists are clenched as his jaw clenches.

“Shut the hell up.”

“Why don’t you come over here and make me?”

Within seconds you’re against the wall, his lips against yours and his tongue down your throat. He pushed you to the wall with so much force, your knees could buckle just thinking about it. His hands were all over your body, under the backside of your shirt, inside your leggings to grab your ass. His dick was shockingly hard as he pushed it into your pussy. That challenge really got him going, huh? Not that you could complain; your head was against the wall gasping once Jungkook was on your neck, biting into whatever skin as possible before sucking. “Is this what you wanted? Me fucking you angrily at some random party?” You couldn’t even respond, you were too focused on pushing your hips onto his dick. “Fuck this,” he growls, picking you up and setting you on the bed, him hovering over you. Those words had your thighs tight together, but Jungkook spread them open with his knee, making your eyes roll. His lips were back on yours, kissing them raw before licking up into your mouth. Your hands run up underneath the plain shirt he was wearing, feeling the toned muscle underneath as you get it up to his shoulders, pulling away from this kiss for him to throw it somewhere behind his head. You took the opportunity to pull the bottom of your crop top over your head and threw it to the side, boobs free as you lacked a bra. Perks of not having a huge chest.

Jungkook groans, hands on them instantly as he’s tugging on your nipples gently, making you whine out. “I’d love to make you cum on my tongue, but not tonight doll.” His growls are going straight to your core as his hands are on his belt, undoing the latches before shoving both his underwear and his pants to the floor. No foreplay? No problem, you were wet from the strength he showed you earlier so you had no doubt he’d just slide right in. His hands were on your leggings and underwear in an instant, lifting up your hips you wiggled out of them easily and soon they were just another pile on the bedroom floor.

He went back to kissing you, fingers prodding at your entrance, and you had no choice but to moan in his mouth once he pushed two in. “Fuck,” you breathed, pushing your hips against them. Shaking his head he pulls away, taking his fingers out of you and laughing.

“Turn around on your hands and knees.” He orders and you find yourself scrambling to turn around, his dick already pressing into you gently before burying himself in your pussy.

“Eager now, aren’t we?” You moan out, the feeling of his dick fully inside you making your body tingle. He laughs, waiting a bit before pulling out just to slam his hips back into you.

“Of course I am,” Jungkook groans, hand coming down to slap your ass hard, making you whine out into the sheets. “I tend to get possessive when someone else has their hands on something that’s not theirs.” That sends your body into a frenzy, along with the fact that Jungkook had picked a pace. Rough and hard, and you were drinking up every minute of it. “Look at your greedy pussy just begging to be filled.”

“Shit, Jungkook.” He was big, and the burn of him stretching you was subsiding and the pleasure was something you were feeling all the way to your toes. He kept a firm grip on your hips, pulling you onto his dick every time he thrusted forward, knocking a huge moan out of your lungs every time. You honestly felt so dizzy with pleasure, you were gonna cum soon and as embarrassing as it was, you didn’t care because within the next three minutes of him pounding into you, you were cumming onto him, hands fisted in the sheets as he kept going, making your senses heighten as your nerves went into overload.

“F-fuck, I can’t— can’t take it,” you cry out, the sound of skin slapping filling your ears and his hand lands on your ass again, screaming into the sheets.

“You can, and you will baby,” He groans, hips stuttering as he’s going even faster if that’s possible and putting one leg up to get a better angle, deep inside you. You feel so entirely fucked out, bones aching already from practice, this adding the cherry to the cake. “You can cum for me one more time. G-god your pussy is so tight, I wanted to be in you that night before your mom came home.” Every word he was saying was adding to the stimulation, your stomach quickly recoiling as you’re grabbing the sheets, pushing your hips back into his.

“I went home and jacked myself off to the idea of sinking deep into your pussy, and that got me off twice (y/n). If only I knew how dirty you r-really were,” he panted, your bones begging him to stop but it just felt so good. “God I’m so close, can you cum for me again?” With one more slap to your ass, you’re releasing all over him, voice broken off in a whine as you orgasm hard. With your thighs wobbling, pussy clenching on his dick, Jungkook comes almost thirty seconds after you, stilling inside you once he’s fully in and you feel the warmth spreading inside you.

“Fucking hell, (y/n),” He whines, voice harsh as he pulls out of you and drops next to you on the bed like a corpse. Your elbows have given out, so you’re face first into the sheets head turned to look at Jungkook. “Sorry not sorry. I mean, sorry about getting mad, but I’m not sorry about just fucking you three ways from Sunday.”

“No complaints here.” Both laughing, you guys stay for a while to catch your breath, the roar of the party still going strong a couple rooms down. You turn on your side and slap Jungkook’s chest, making him cower with a small smile. “You’re such an idiot. I hate you.. but sorry about kissing Jimin.  Was trying to make you jealous,” you admit, cheeks red. He laughs, pushing your hair out of your face, his thumb across your lip.

“Don’t be. My immature ass would’ve done the same thing.. I think it’s hot that you got a little jealous though.’

“Says you! You just fucked me out of anger!” That silences Jungkook for a moment before he’s exhaling loudly.

“Well, the girl I was planning on asking to go to homecoming with me was mackin’ on someone else! I had to swoop in.” He whines, but you’re shocked.

“Homecoming?” You repeat, pushing yourself up on your elbows. “You want to go as like, a date?” He nods, a smile on his face and you just can’t help but kiss him fiercely, grabbing him by the back of the neck. “Yes.. yes I’ll go with you.”

“Good, thank god. I’ve been so nervous about asking you this entire week.” He had this planned for a whole seven days? “But now, you can go as my girlfriend!” That statement made you even more dizzy but you just rolled your eyes.

“Fine, but you better take me on a date before you get to fuck me again.”

“That’s the spirit.”

[in-tua-deep]

How would Ravenclaw! Klaus react to the ghosts in Hogwarts? Like, would he ignore them until he realizes everyone else can see them? Does he discover that he can make ghosts corporeal and/or levitation and telekinesis now that he's not on drugs? Does he accidentally talk to a ghost that no one else can see, like the ghost of a muggle, and everyone thinks he's crazy? Basically, what are your Klaus headcannons for your HP AU? (Sorry if this was too long, I've just been thinking about this alot.)

asdfFGDH no worries - I also like the idea of Ravenclaw!Klaus but for the purpose of this au he is a baby Slytherin bless his heart

okay okay okay

So the thing is, while the kids stay at the school for winter break and that’s fine, they have to go somewhere for the summer. Headmistress McGonagall took them for the remainder of the summer before they went into their first year, yeah, but she wasn’t exactly planning on housing seven magical kids. She was just the best bet to transfigure them seven beds (can you say bunk beds?) as a temporary measure

The summer between first and second year they end up with the Weasleys who have an empty nest after Ginny moved out. They have room for seven magical kids at least, even if they kind of tiptoe around one another and it’s kind of an awkward placing

Molly Weasley is very physically affectionate and loud. The kids are very used to violence and getting yelled at so this is not a fantastic combination. Five thinks Arthur Weasley is an idiot of the highest degree after several questions regarding muggle things (and the other won’t say it but they’re kind of thinking it as well) not to mention their general wariness of male parental or authority figures. 

Diego volunteers to cook with Mrs. Weasley and likes it but then immediately feels guilty because that’s something he did with Grace and he misses her so he swings wildly between liking Mrs. Weasley and hating her for not being Grace and then feeling guilty for liking her AND guilty for hating her and it’s a vicious cycle 

Luther still resents the fact that they can’t go home, even if he’s starting to clue in to the fact that the way Reginald treated them was way beyond not normal and that he’s actually way safer than he’s ever been before? It’s weird and he feels guilty for what he perceives as disloyalty for enjoying himself and having fun and so he’s kind of moody like Diego is

(this combination is somewhat explosive oops. at least they don’t share a room unlike they did at McGonagall’s place)

now this is a somewhat long winded way of saying that during the summer, the Weasley kids do come and visit their mother of course! And, one fateful day, one half of a matched pair shows up to cheerfully cause chaos. George Weasley comes home with a big smile and free samples from the shop to distribute among the little kiddies under his parents roof - have to keep them on their toes after all!

And Klaus sees ghosts. Which, if you said this to any wizard or witch, they would nod and tell you that they also see ghosts! Except Klaus sees more than the ones like Nearly Headless Nick and the Bloody Baron. He sees souls that are only wispily tied to the world, who haven’t had time to solidify their presence. Who follow behind their family.

Now, Klaus doesn’t mention this. It’s not normal, after all, and all of the Hargreeves have agreed to keep their... extra issues under wraps in case the grown ups decide to return them or something, or decide they aren’t magic after all, or whatever. They’re eleven going on twelve they’re allowed to be afraid.

So Klaus doesn’t mention anything when the red headed man comes in followed by an identical (albeit slightly younger) man. Klaus only cottons onto the fact that this man is a ghost because Molly Weasley introduces George to them and not the other one. No one notices the other one. And they’ve seen pictures, they know that there used to be Fred-and-George until the war happened and then there was only-George. 

(related: Klaus is actually very happy with the wizarding world ghosts and also very pissed off about them. On the bright side, the killing curse leaves no visible wounds! So there’s not as many incredibly disturbing traumatizing ghosts to look at! Downside here is that Klaus cannot tell if a ghost is a ghost. Unless they’re wearing fancy ass historical period clothes :/

Klaus memorizes pretty much all the years students out of sheer self defense. If there someone who Klaus knows Is Not a Student, he just quietly asks the nearest sibling who is In The Know about his powers

He gets anxious when they’re out in like, hogsmeade or diagon alley though, or when there are a lot of strangers. his general rule of thumb is to only interact with people his siblings interact with, or people who he touches first. He’s perfected the ‘accidental bump’ move thank you

The other sibs are all very accommodating because if Klaus’s secret gets out, then all their secrets get out)

Anyway so Klaus’s modus opperandi is to ignore ignore ignore! Usually if ghosts don’t realize he can see them, they leave him alone. Unfortunately, Klaus is sharing Fred-and-George’s old room with Ben (they organized themselves this way so that Ben can wake Klaus up when he has nightmares)

and Fred floats up to reminisce while Klaus is in there and Klaus would ignore him except he keeps making comments and looking sad and just UGH and he’s lurking in front of the door and Klaus can’t just walk through him to leave. That’s weird and gross. So eventually, eventually, Klaus snaps at him “Can you please move?”

and he’s tired and he had nightmares last night (he can’t just ask Five to carve the good dream runes into some random lady’s son’s bed) and he just wants to go downstairs okay?? and he’s not thinking about it and the guy looks young and friendly and almost alive and it just slips out

and Fred stands there in shock for a solid second before finally whispering a simple - “You can see me?”

and this is a mistake

Fred tries to convince Klaus so hard to tell George and to pass messages and and and - he’s just so excited! He’s been following George around, watching him wallow in grief and watching his family wallow in grief and he’d thought that ghosts were just. Ghosts. He didn’t realize it was even possible, this invisible existence. He’s been silent for so long 

But Klaus is a traumatized eleven year old okay he is Not About Any of This

eventually Fred gets it into his head that he’s freaking the kid out and softens, because Fred’s always been pretty good with kids anyway. He listens when Klaus haltingly explains why no one can know and then kind of hedges, because Fred is really nice, so he makes a deal

He’ll tell George about Fred, but only when he’s 17 and a legal adult in wizarding society with no chance of being sent back into Reginald’s grasp. Fred thinks this is stupid, but he’s waited fourish years already and didn’t expect to have any chance so (and Klaus is very adamant about keeping away from his ex-Dad and Fred knows there’s a reason)

anyway Fred follows Klaus when he goes back to Hogwarts to start second year. Well, kind of. He splits time between the shop/lurking after George and then going to bug Klaus. Klaus is very resistant to this at first, because if the other ghosts realize he can talk to Fred, then they’ll want to talk to him.

Fred fixes it though by basically just going around (because Fred is still legendary and his pranks are to be feared and all the ghosts in Hogwarts uniforms with haunted eyes that fell defending their school know that) and warning them off. He takes requests and messages and passes them to Klaus to write down in a notebook to be distributed when Klaus hits 17 - so Klaus isn’t bothered by any ghosts

besides being bros with Fred is actually a very excellent thing to be because Fred knows everything about the school. He knows all the secret passageways and all the trick steps and trap doors and empty rooms. He mentions missing having a map in passing, but tells Klaus it would have been so much cooler to have an invisible ghost to scout ahead and warn them about professors or anyone coming

Klaus doesn’t keep Fred secret from the others, so the whole family gets to benefit from Fred’s vast knowledge

(Klaus’s written test grades increase, to the bafflement of his professors - it certainly helps having a ghost to help you cheat!

none of the family are above cheating tbh, they are all very wary of the concept of failure in general and are willing to do a lot to avoid becoming acquainted with the consequences of failing)

Klaus probably figures out making ghosts corporeal when he’s hmm. 15? There is. a lot of drama in Klaus’s fifth year and it’s stressful and there is an Incident where Fred going corporeal saves Klaus’s life

(Fred helps out a lot in Klaus’s fifth year, actually, the kids would probably be in serious trouble without him)

anyway this sparks another freak out where Fred says they HAVE to tell George - because this changes everything!! They fight and don’t speak for like two entire weeks before Fred comes back and grudgingly apologizes. After so long hanging around the Hargreeves, he knows very well that they were Super Fucking Abused and are fearful of being returned for Good Reason

so Fred gets to be the one that Klaus practices with and figure out corporeal ghost stuff with

I’m going to say no levitation/telekinesis in this au (pending the results of season two maybe?) but I will say that the first year flying class? Klaus fucking excels. You think about Klaus on a broom and it should be a disaster, but Klaus is the best flyer in Hogwarts, he treats the broom almost as an extension of himself

Slytherin keeps trying to recruit him onto the quidditch team but Klaus always laughs it off saying that he’s not a jock - also his flying skills do not translate into catching/throwing skills thanks. He’s graceful as all fuck but if you try throw him a quaffle or whatever, he will drop it

i feel like it should be noted that with all seven of them, the Hargreeves could form their own quidditch team lmao

But yeah to sum up, Klaus ignores ghosts (his housemates tease him about being scared of ghosts and he laughs them off), he does discover his ability to make ghosts corporeal due to no drugs, no levitation/telekinesis, he can absolutely see ghosts that wizards can’t see (and not every wizard/witch who dies becomes the wizarding version of a ghost), and I have headcanons about Klaus being very good on a broom lmao

[cristophynn]

the coffee shop — chapter one

summary: it all started out when satan decided to take on a part-time job in a café near his place. by how things played out, he thought that maybe the two of you weren't meant to be and that you were just a dumb high school crush everyone has. fate had other plans, though, and he was sure as hell that it wasn't a dumb crush anymore.

pairing: satan/reader

warnings/tags: underage drinking, implied/referenced child abuse, family drama, mutual pining, ANGST

author's note: again, this has a lot of angst,,, on the bright side, this series has a happy ending! this is an au where everyone is human and reader has they/them pronouns. <3

ao3 work: the coffee shop.

It was already turning seven in the morning when the blonde was walking to school like usual. He shivered a bit when a gush of cold wind hit his face, and he audibly cursed at the air and temperature. Being in the coldest city in Japan, he should be used to this — but he still wasn't. He preferred to beginning of the school year and he was already tired of it, especially when he had to walk around school and neighborhood only to become known as Mammon's delinquent brother.

He was known for being arrested a month ago due to underage drinking just before the previous school year ended, including his whole group of friends. People were scared of him — maybe because of his evident scowl that never left his face. The rumor about him didn't help either, and even if Mammon cleared them up and denied it, people didn't want to believe it. Eventually, he just ended up telling his older brother to not mind those rumors. Besides, the one who spread those came up with the most bizarre rumors, and people ended up believing them just because they didn't like him. All of it was absurd, such as he was the leader of a gang, or he secretly had a job on producing drugs. There was even a rumor about him being sent to a juvenile detention center, for fuck's sake. He had to walk around and listen to people constantly talking shit to others about him being such an asshole despite being rich, and the next reply would always be something about why he couldn't be like his older brothers or sister.

It was true that the youngest child of the Samael Family was a person who was hot-headed and cussed at everyone. He drank a lot and rebelled against his family. Satan never smiled at anyone, except when he was looking at cats or when he was talking to his friends. He hung out with a group of assholes and jocks, and he sneaks out at night to go to parties. He was quick to anger and didn't hesitate to snap back to anyone. He was, admittedly, the child who had the most issues in their family, but did Satan Samael give a fuck? Not at all. He knew all too well that even if he was a mess, he was still a nice kid and the smartest one out of all of them.

If he were to boast about it, he was the only one who wanted to take up a course related to medicine, which was basically a dream come true to his mother who he cherished oh so much. He had straight A's despite skipping classes at times, and he always answered well when he was made to recite. He tried to not worry his mother too much and always made her favorite meal whenever they were doing their reading sessions together. He bought a lot of books for them to read and researched a lot. He went to animal shelters often just to donate money and other animal needs. His inner gentleman was hidden away, but it always shows up whenever there was someone who treated him nicely. Since Lilith went to a different school (a prestigious music school), he insisted on walking to school alone instead of riding one of their cars for many different reasons and knew how to defend himself just in case. He even insisted going to school in a public school ever since he was in middle school so it wouldn't be a hassle to get there compared to his other siblings (who went to private schools all their lives). His brothers and his only sister all went to the other side of town to get to their own destination, and he was the one left alone. Satan was a nice kid behind that stone cold wall of wrath, and only his family knew about it.

He was on that street by that café he always passed by and didn't pass a single glance at it, but he couldn't help but actually look at it properly when he saw through his peripheral vision someone who looked around his age wiping at the window. Two signs were hung on the door and one of them read 'open' in capital letters, while the other read that they were looking for a part-time worker. He figured that the person worked part-time there. He contemplated for a bit as he watched you wipe down on the windows. Well, he was planning on skipping classes, so working and applying in that café might be better. Without hesitating, he approached the barista and stood next to you, immediately saying, "You're accepting part timers?"

Satan felt guilty afterwards when he saw how you were obviously taken by surprise, judging by the look on your face and how you were gripping your uniform so tightly. "Oh my fucking god—" You huffed before taking in his appearance. He watched as you eyed him for a bit, particularly just scanning (read: taking a good look) at his face for a few moments, before smiling wide and taking your hand away from the window, the rag still in your hand. There seemed to be a look of realization that was glinting in your eyes. "Oh, hey! I know you!" There it was. He figured that you would end up saying that, but not with that smile. He knows that you'll end up saying that he's Mammon's brother or that juvenile delinquent or that underage drinker or that blon—

"Of course we are! Satan, right?" 

Wait, what?

"Oh." That was all he could manage to mutter out after that statement. A few seconds of something in between peaceful and awkward silence was shared between the two of you, your smile never faltering for even a bit. He cleared his throat and spoke up once more. "Yeah. How did you know?"

The laughter that bubbled from your throat was a different feeling. He's never met someone who was all smiley and nice before, and he certainly has never met someone who didn't know him from stories or rumors about him being total jackass before. "My cousin from my mother side goes to the same fine arts university that your brothers go to and he specialises in dance." You explained as you laid your hand back on the window, going back to wiping and making sure it was spotless. "They went over a few days ago to work on a group project and your brothers told us about the whole family. It was mostly Beel, though, while Belphie slept and added some rather negative side remarks. Also, hey, do you think you could wipe that top portion for me? It's usually uncle who does this, but he's sick." You looked back at him, and he didn't hesitate to take the rag for you and wipe down on the area you couldn't reach.

"You live with your cousins?" Satan asked as he continued wiping as you went behind him to take the backpack hanging by one of his shoulders, and when he felt your hands by the straps of his bag, he let you take it to he could comfortably clean. "Also, what did they say about me?" He asked with his head turning a bit to take look at you, and you gave him a gentle grin as you held his heavy backpack close to your chest. Actually, heavy was a fucking understatement. It awed you how he had to walk to school and walk back home with this heavy backpack, because he looked thin and didn't really look like he would be able to lift up that heavy of a bag.

"Yeah, I studied too early and got accelerated when I was in 7th grade, but I didn't want to go to college early so I went to Japan to work for a bit and make some money." You answered his first question as he handed back the rag towards you in the middle of your sentence and took back his bag from you. You were walking back inside, and before you could open the door to the café, he was fast enough to hold it open for you to go in. "Beel said that you were favored by your mom, and that you were absolutely smart. Belphie said that you were an asshole, but I didn't really want to believe that." You smiled wide as you stepped inside and waited for him to enter, leading him to the employee's supply room that had shelves for storage. Satan felt the warm air that came from the heater hit his body, and he sighed in relief as he freely took off his winter coat. 

"Why so? What makes you sure that I'm not one?" He asked once again with a raised eyebrow, setting his bag down by one of the shelves and hanging his coat by the coat rack in the supply room. He stood there and watched you go through a box full of aprons with the café's logo on it.

With that bright grin of yours that never seemed to leave your face, you had an apron in hand and gave it to him, mentally hoping that the apron you gave him was the right size. He hesitated for a few seconds before deciding to finally slip off his blazer and remove his necktie with the RAD school logo. He then placed the apron neatly on top of his white dress shirt. "Well, I know for a fact that you're your mother's favorite. I don't think you'll be her favorite if you weren't nice. You wouldn't be here either if you weren't someone nice." You stated and reached up a hand to give his shoulder a light pat, before turning around to go back outside. 

Satan stood still, unmoving and shocked by the sudden skin contact, and he was left alone in the supply room. It was only when you yelled for him to come out that he snapped out of his trance, and with a genuine smile gracing his features, he stepped out of the dark room to start his first day of his part-time job.

"I'm home." Satan spoke as he entered the large mansion that they considered as their home. It was unusual for him to come home early, and even the guard who was on his shift was surprised to see him already home. His personal butler, who was in the middle of drinking tea and reading a book that he recently bought in the lounge room, was the first one to greet the blonde man.

"You're home already? Your school ends at 3:15, and you usually hang out with your friends until 8, right?" Azazel asked with a small smile at the sight of the boy he took care of since he was practically in diapers. He was like the son he could never have, of course, since he was way too content with his work to be thinking of having a family. "Did you even go to school?"

Azazel grew up in a decent family with an adoptive younger sister named Akuma, who was younger than him by ten years. He had just the perfect shade of baby pink hair and had the softest, burgundy-colored eyes. It was all complimented by his pale skin that was as soft as a baby's bum, and he had an average build and height. Add all those together, and he was an actual carbon copy of his mother. Their parents were unfortunately unable to provide for their needs anymore, and Azazel had to stop studying in the middle of his second year of college at the fresh age of 19 due to the lack of income. So, he ended up dropping out and decided to start working for his family, not wanting the lack of money to ruin his younger sister's dream of becoming an anesthesiologist. He was lucky enough that Barbatos, one of his close cousins, were able to refer him to a job without a college degree. He was lucky enough to get accepted right away, since the man's wife was weeks away from giving birth. After she gave birth, out came Satan and he was assigned to be his personal butler. He basically raised him alongside Mrs. Samael, more often than the boss of the house did.

Satan scoffed as he slipped off his shoes and neatly placed it on his own shoe shelf by the wall. There were times that he envied his brothers by the amount of luxuries and expensive presents that they got from families. Their personal shoe shelves were all filled to the brim, while the shoe shelf that was under his name only filled three shelves out of ten. He knew he wasn't the most decent member of the family, and that he shouldn't even care about it, but he couldn't help it. It was hard to not feel guilty for his birth or envious of his brothers whenever he remembers that he was the unplanned child, the problem kid, and the boy full of nothing but wrath. It was hard not to remember it when he remembered that the bedroom he had right now didn't exist in the first place and was just two regular guest rooms who had the wall between them taken last minute.

"Come to my room then, Azazel. I'll tell you all about my day today." Satan answered with a small grin at his father-like figure before making his way up to his room. Closing the book in his hand after marking the page where he left off, he placed the hard-covered material on the rather large coffee table next to his cup of tea and wasted no time in following his young master.

After the long flight of stairs up to his room, Satan was already comfortable in the presence of his private space. It was a room of his dreams, really, something you would see in castles based off the countless novels he read— a large window was directly across the room from his door with a built in, window-nook, king size bed of the same length. His room was rather spacious and everything was neat. Just beside the door was a clothes rack where hung his pyjamas and other clean clothes that he regularly wears (because he never sweats for some god-awful reason). On the left size of the room was a large bookshelf that was built into the wall and was almost full of books, with only a few shelves remaining. A cozy-looking sectional couch was there, along with a large coffee table in front of it and a mini refrigerator to the side. There was a smart television in front of the couch just by the wall beside the door, and it was completed with a small table that was just framed pictures, awards, and medals. The right side of the room was near where the bed ended. There was a large study desk where two Mac Pros were placed on, and just underneath that was where he usually placed his school bags. There were two doors, one that led to his own bathroom and another that led to his walk-in closet. His room was mostly white and dark green themed, so his inner slytherin beneath his ravenclaw demeanor was rather pleased.

"So? Where were you off to today that you decided to skip school?" Azazel asked with a chuckle, freely making his way over to the dark green couch and comfortably taking a seat on the soft cushions. His slanted eyes were turned into crescents when he smiled, and his burgundy irises never failed to glint with happiness towards the boy who he practically raised.

Satan couldn't help but let out a laugh as he walked over to the study desk he had by the corner and set his backpack down on the seat. That's only when Azazel had realized that Satan was only wearing the white, long-sleeved dress shirt that was part of his school's uniform, and that the dark blue blazer and yellow necktie with the words RAD was nowhere to be found. A few moments, Satan had pulled out a dark brown apron that was just about his size and gave his butler a big smile. "I got a part-time job at this café that I passed by all the time just earlier." He said, throwing over the apron to his butler, who only caught it and checked the logo of the café. "I decided that I'll work for around 5 hours on the weekdays and 7 hours on the weekends. I'll just have to work after school, so I'll have to be finished around 8 or 9 probably."

"Dreamland Café." He looked up after reading the logo that was printed in white lettering. He handed back Satan the apron by tossing it in the same way, and the teenager swiftly caught it before placing it back neatly inside his backpack. "So, you won't be drinking anymore? What got you into this, anyway?"

"What kind of question is that? Of course I'd still drink." Satan rolled his eyes as if he had just heard the most bizarre thing ever whilst walking over to the clothes rack and unbuttoning his dress shirt to change out of his clothes. Without hesitating, he took off his dress shirt and changed into his dark green oversized tank top. "There was a barista wiping the windows and they couldn't reach it. Foreign, but they spoke in really good Japanese. The café was hiring part-time, and I'd really stay outside rather than see father's face."

Azazel only laughed at his statement. He was used to his antics already, and honestly, the part time job was just one of his mild ones, so he didn't mind it. He always sided and defended Satan no matter what, because he obviously needed that. Ever since Satan was a child, he hated his old man. Actually, the word hate was an understatement for his feelings towards that ghy. He despised him and was disgusted at everything he does. He always wanted to smack a punch on his pretty little smirk. He talked shit about him and couldn't stand him, even when all that Lucifer did was just breathe in his direction.

"Just don't let your father find out then. You know how he'll react." The butler stood up, adjusting his necktie a bit before making his way to the door and gently taking hold of the knob. "I suggest telling your mother though. She might want to know about this, especially when she finds out you're leaving on weekends."

That's where Satan found himself regularly ditching his friends' hangouts and stopped drinking regularly everyday for the past two months. He was always looking forward to the time he would make it to the café, and even went to the extent of buying himself an electric bike just to get to the café faster (which he will never admit to you that he did, but you already knew it). He had to admit, he grew fond of you and the little family he formed with the café owners. He started to enjoy just talking about random things and laughing all the time while he did his homeworks. He was just the person who usually took people's orders, which was why he was able to finish his homeworks earlier compared to the times he stayed out drinking. After his shifts, he would stay and have dinner with you and the family, most of which was home cooked meals that he rarely had since he used to just eat junk food.

He couldn't care less about his salary, really. His first paycheck was something he was shocked at (and him mentally asking, "how can someone who lacks so much money be so generous?"), and so he specifically asked for the minimum wage and only asked to count in for 3 hours everyday. When he requested for that, of course your aunt was hesitant about accepting that request, but Satan just kept insisting and even told her how he didn't need the money. He really just wanted to spend his time somewhere else, and that explanation was enough for your aunt to agree and just go with the decision he asked for. So, every 23rd of the month, he gets a paycheck of ¥58000 to ¥60000.

By the time summer vacation started, he had already changed his wallpaper on his desktop to one specific group picture of the people he got close to— your aunt and uncle was on each side with big smiles on their faces, your two cousins and their spouses were at the back and what seemed to be laughing in the background, your niece and nephew was right at the front and playing around without noticing the camera shot, your cousin that was still in college was laying on the floor and doing an attempt of his embarrassingly sexy french girl pose, while you and Satan were right in the middle of the picture with a content smile on your faces. It would never make his heart flutter, and he even went to print out the picture and have it framed to add it to the collection of pictures in his room. His phone's wallpaper, on the other hand, was a selfie that you secretly took. He didn't know when that picture was taken, but he was surprised to find that (along with about more than 30 selfies) while he was scrolling through his gallery to find the picture of the history lecture that was written on the board.

He found himself already too attached to the whole bunch of people he met, especially you. He found himself laughing and smiling more, or even taking care of your niece and nephew along with their pet cat at some days. It was like he was part of a family that genuinely cared and loved for each other despite not being as wealthy as them. He loved his family, as much as he hated to admit it, but he just loved spending more time at the café since it was fun. There was this warmth that he always had in this chest whenever he spent his time there. So when the days passed and he realized that it was already July, he was thrilled. Sure, it's where he finally gets to ditch the thick uniforms and long-sleeved outfits for the winter that their school provides, and finally wear the short-sleeved dress shirt without the stupid necktie or the blazer. He was mostly looking forward to the promise he made about working for 8 hours during the weekdays and staying at home on the weekends to do his homeworks all day during summer vacation.

There were times when he zoned out for a few minutes just looking through those selfies you took on his phone, and he didn't even realize that he already had a folder specifically just for your pictures and named it as eyebleach just for him to stare at. One weekend, he was suddenly panicking and letting out loud screeches. He went as far as cursing at himself too loudly that it could be heard by the whole floor (which mainly just consisted of the family's bedrooms), and when Levi came to check up on him out of worry and annoyance since he couldn't focus on the codes he was typing into his desktop, Satan was already under his blankets and red-faced. He thought he could sleep it off and that he'd wake up without the butterflies, but when he checked his phone to look at the time and see that you were calling him at three in the morning, he suddenly felt his heart flutter even more and his face warm up at the idea of talking to you late at night. And, that's when he confirmed to himself that he really was starting to take a shine towards you.

The first one of his siblings who found out about his wallpaper and insane crush on you was Asmo, and Satan literally had to beg and cry about how his older brother couldn't tell it to anyone. Asmo could only laugh and just agree with it. Despite Asmo's being curious on who the heck you were and how you two met, he decided to not let his curiosity get the best of him and continue on with his work. Lilith was the next one to find out, and she literally squealed and just asked Satan for more information about you, but Satan just stood his ground and stayed silent even after his older sister practically whined and continuously hit him with cushions and pillows. If Mammon or Levi finds out, he'd be exposed for sure. Levi would be whining about how it wasn't fair that he was seeing someone at his age and that he'd be the first one to get laid (and not just be in a one night stand or a regular hookup), while Mammon would be constantly teasing him and giving him weird nicknames. Although he seemed like he wouldn't be the type to do that, Lucifer would ask him everyday about you and possibly meet up with you, giving a request to date him or marry him in the future all while going on about how Satan was in love with you, which was annoying because Lucifer gets on his nerves a lot. Beel and Belphie are the only ones who are the most sane, since Beel would just smile and nod before going back to eating his food, while Belphie would just brush him off and go back to getting his sleep.

(Belphie knew about his crush on you though, and he didn't know how that happened or where he met you, but he just happened to find out about it. He just didn't bother Satan about it.)

Currently, he was in the café and had just finished taking orders from the surprisingly long line of customers. He was seated on one of the seats that were near the counter and was in the middle of reading a new book that he bought earlier while he was shopping for the list of ingredients and supplies that your aunt asked him to buy in the nearest mall. It was a story about a ghost woman who came back from the dead after five years and was given 49 days to take back her place into being her husband's wife and her five-year-old daughter's mother, except her husband already remarried and that her daughter thinks that her step-mom was her real mom. It was a really good book, and he ended up shedding a few tears (read: a bucket of tears) while he was reading the first chapter of the story. He was reading the second chapter of the story and was already at the part where Yuri, the ghost mom, was finally able to hold her daughter and hug her after coming back from the dead and was just about to shed a few tears until he heard a car pull up into a park from outside. He paused his reading session and looked up, before choking on his breath upon seeing the familiar sight of his two eldest brothers and their personal butlers come out of the car.

"Shit. This is bad." He cursed under his breath before hurriedly using a clean piece of tissue as his bookmark and closing it, placing it beside the cash register and rushing off to where you sat. You were just in the middle of eating one of the freshly-made glazed doughnuts when the handsome blonde approached you with a panicked look on his face. He was in such a panic that you couldn't help but panic along with him, standing up in a hurry and placing the doughnut down and waiting for him to speak up. "My older brothers are here. I don't think they'll like it when they find out I work here. Let's exchange spots real quick, please?"

Your eyes gazed over to the glass windows and door quickly and took a look at the four men walking over to the entrance. Without hesitation, you swallowed down the doughnut you were chewing and nodded before making your way over to the counter while wiping the crumbs off your face with your sleeve. You turned your head a bit, only to see Satan taking his black face mask out from the apron's pocket and placing it on his face. You took off your bucket hat that was on your head to toss it at him, and you held back a laugh when you saw him struggling a bit as it fell to the ground. The sound of the bell ringing from the door opening made you turn around to the entrance, while Satan was quick to crouch and pick up the accessory to wear it and hide his face from his brothers. Two men— one who had pale skin and rich black hair, and another who had actual white hair and taupe brown skin urged two men to sit on a table, despite their protests. A bright grin was on your face in an instant and greeted them as they approached, "Good afternoon, welcome to Dreamland Café. May I take your order?"

You were waiting patiently as they read through the large menu that was on the wall just beside the counter, and you even stole a glance behind you to check on Satan. He was scrolling through his phone and seated where you were previously sitting. His half-assed disguise really was clever, since his hair wasn't visible from the front due to the bucket hat's brim that was wide enough to cover his face from the side, and his face mask would cover his face if he faces the front. You turned back to look at the two men who were now staring at you. "We'll have one iced americano, two cups of earl gray tea, and one iced caramel macchiato." Lucifer stated his order as he reached into his back pocket and took out his wallet.

"Is that all?" You asked as you started pressing the specified drinks that were stated on the cashier's monitor. You heard another voice speak up soon after, which you looked up to smile at them politely.

"Oh, get me two strawberry waffles! One for me, and one for my butler." Mammon was grinning wide, and you chuckled before nodding.

You pressed over to the buttons that contained the additional desserts said before totalling it all, repeating the names of their orders to clear it up. "One iced americano, two cups of earl gray tea, an iced caramel macchiato, and two strawberry waffles— The total will be ¥3000." Lucifer nodded and handed over a banknote of ¥5000, and you took the said bill from the man and opened up the cash register. "Please tell me your name as we will be calling out your name for you to be able to collect your order." The noisy sound of the bill printing was heard, and just when you were about to take two bills of ¥1000 in the cash register, his next statement was enough to stop you in your movements.

"The order is for Lucifer. Also, please just keep the change. I don't mind at all." The elegant man gave you a polite grin, and the sound of his deep chuckle was heard from him. Without another word, the two men walked away to their table and continued discussing their personal matters.

Behind you, Satan was listening to the small interaction between you and his older brothers. His hands were clenched into a fist and his teeth were gritting, yet he held back so that he would avoid breaking something. He'll just have to drink this away later.

"Why are you so mad?" You asked him, and you could feel him stiffen underneath your touch. His hard gaze didn't waver, though, but you could see a faint rosy pink starting to dust his cheeks.

Satan was rushing to get out of the café the moment his shift ended. "Where are you going?" You asked with a frown on your face, and you felt your heart ache badly when he didn't pay no mind to answer your question. Without hesitating, you stood up from your place and followed him out as fast as you could. You were already by Satan's electric bike when you were able to catch up to him, so you gently took hold of his wrist. "Hey, look at me, won't you?" You said with frustration evident in your voice, and when he finally decided to meet your eyes, you saw how dark his expression was. He was stiff, his eyes were dark, and it was evident that he was gritting his teeth. You knew how little his patience was, that is after witnessing him getting mad at a drunk customer who was rude to your aunt, and it really did take a while for him to calm down. He was someone who held grudges for a long time, and he was someone who got irritated easily.

"Why are you so mad?" You asked him, and you could feel him stiffen underneath your touch. His hard gaze didn't waver, though, but you could see a faint rosy pink starting to dust his cheeks.

"It's nothing. I'm just going out for a drink." Satan answered with an evident pout on his face, his eyes softening after a few moments and moving his gaze away from you. He wants to look somewhere— anywhere else but you, because he's sure that he'll turn into a blushing mess in front of you. His brows were furrowed while his cheeks were a bit puffed out, and it reminded you of a little kid whose mom didn't buy their favorite toy. Just when you were about to reply, his gaze hardened once more and that blush was gone. "Just stay here. Don't worry about it."

Satan was secretive of emotions. He hardly showed how he was feeling, and nobody could tell what he was thinking or what his true intentions were behind the usual coy smile on his lips, and even behind the scowl he used to wear on his face. Truth being told, he was jealous. He had zero intention of letting the rest of his brothers know of his little crush on you or his part-time job in this café that deserved the title as his second home. But, the fact that said brothers decided to have a snack at the café he works at, and that it was Lucifer out of the five of them, just enraged him. The sight of his older brother being all goody-goody and all smiley with you at the cash register made his blood boil.

He was the exact opposite of his older sister. He was the actual personification of wrath in a rebellious teenage boy's body, going against his father's every will and having to go through the pain of getting compared to her everyday. They were actual carbon copies of each other— blonde hair that was parted on the same side, and the same gradient of blue and light green eyes that became a beautiful shade of teal in the middle when the two colors met. Except, she was the definition of a teenage girl who was far more patient than her younger brother and favored by their demon of a father. He loved his sister, really, but what he didn't love was the constant comparison and the shame their father puts on him ever since he could remember, the youngest of the Samael family.

That led to his impatience and the constant feeling of being annoyed by everything. He became unable to hold back his anger at anything that gets him going, and it caused him to rebel against his father's wishes because he was always happy when his father was disappointed. Pushing his buttons was something he enjoyed doing, and the comparison didn't even phase him in the slightest anymore. Lucifer, on the other hand, was a different story. He loved Lucifer as much as he hated to admit it. His eldest brother (and Azazel) became more of his father than their actual old man will ever be— and Satan was thankful for it. He was just pissed because Lucifer was the person that he could talk to a lot of matters about, and just the sight of Lucifer talking to you just made him jealous.

His jealousy led to where he was at minutes ago— drunk after having several bottles of whiskey and asleep on one of the tables. He drunk-called Asmodeus, full and having finished two bowls of oden, and honestly people watching him were absolutely curious on how the hell he was still able to use his handphone. He was picked up by a worried Asmodeus and his frustrated boyfriend, Solomon, who Satan met on several occasions. He was supposed to call in his butler, but Azazel was too sweet of a man and Satan didn't want to bother him. Moments later, though, he found himself already drunk calling you before they could notice. The sound of his drunk greeting and hiccups made you almost think it wasn't him, until the dots in your head connected and it all made sense to you now.

"And you told me that I shouldn't be worried." You groaned out in frustration at the drunk blonde's voice. He called you in the middle of your sleep, and just the sound of his drunken slurs were enough to prevent you from getting cranky. If you could listen closely, there were car honkings that were heard in the background, followed by a string of curses that didn't exactly sound like Satan. "Where the hell are you?"

On the other line, you could hear Satan letting out drunken giggles. "MC!! Your—" A hiccup. "Your highness—!! I am… Inside— Asmodeus, my dearest big brother's car!! I have come to rescue you from the… Big mean dragon!!" He slurred out, and let out another hiccup, and you swore you could hear a thud and the voice, who was cursing earlier, yell at him in the background.

You chuckled a bit, and before you could even reply, there was the sound of what you could describe as wind blowing or something and Satan's loud whining, before a cheerful voice came in the background. "Oooh, so you're MC?" The voice said, before letting out a soft giggle. "You see, our youngest one here is quite drunk at the moment, and he rolled off the backseat when the car stopped." He explained, which you realized what might have been the loud thud earlier. "Well, Satan will talk to you tomorrow! Get some rest, and I apologize for waking you up! Goodnight!"

That was the end of the conversation before the call was dropped, leaving you laying on the bed and staring at the ceiling. You knew he got drunk often, based on what you heard from the twins, but you certainly didn't expect that he'd end up drunk calling you today. You couldn't help but let out a chuckle at the thought of him slurring and rolling off the backseat, and that imagination was just enough to make you drift off back to sleep with a small smile on your face.

Time passed by like a breeze, and soon, it was already December. Of course, the weather in Otaru City falls dramatically low in this season and it would make you feel like you were in a damn freezer, which explained the turning off for the air conditioning of the café and to turn on the heaters. It was the 23rd of December. The snow was slowly starting to fall and make the whole temperature colder than usual, and the thick Christmas sweater you were wearing definitely didn't help the current situation. There were a lot of customers in the café, sipping away on their hot drinks and having dates with their friends or lovers. Just watching them interact made you feel lonely already, because it was a fucking cuddle weather and somebody (read: Satan) wasn't there to cuddle you.

So there you were, waiting like Juliet by the counter and sulking as you checked the time every so often. You were getting impatient by the minute, and by the time it was already 3:15, you kept looking up at the door only to be met with disappointment when it wasn't Satan who arrived. After a countless cycle of expecting and being disappointed for what felt like hours, Satan finally arrived ten minutes after 4, panting and sweating a bit despite the cold weather. You could only let out an amusing laugh at the sight of his tired face, and he couldn't help but give an amused smile at the sight of you. You didn't care about the number of customers at the moment and chose to rush up to the blonde boy, who was still panting by the doorway in his thick blazer and winter coat that you knew he hated with a passion. "You seem like you were rushing to get here." You chuckled as you took off his heavy bag for him, and he instantly took off his winter coat along with his blazer, holding them in one hand.

Satan nodded with a grin, smiling wide as he held the door open for you and let you step out first. "Alright. It already sounds delicious, but what else do I expect from the best chefs in Hokkaido?" He chuckled and closed the door behind him once the both of you were outside, going ahead to take his place on the counter and sit on the high stool.

"Well, just sit your good-looking ass on that stool and wait. I'll brew you some Earl Grey and prepare a plate from the best chefs in Hokkaido to give you an early taste of the menu." You laughed as you teased him, and you could see the tip of his ears visibly flush red at the first sentence. You then headed towards the kitchen where the rest of the family usually stays. Before you could enter, though, you heard him yell out to you about making it cold brewed, to which you yelled back in understanding.

He took off his tie and managed to utter out a response through his pants. "I was." He gave a nod, and he followed your steps as you started to make your way to the counter. "I needed the heater in this café. It's freezing, and the school's heater wasn't warm enough." He said by the time he finally was able to catch his breath, retrieving his school bag from you and taking his apron from inside, sighing softly. "I suppose biking too fast made me dizzy and hungry. I didn't want snow to fall on me either."

"Yeah. The weather says that the first snowfall was supposed to happen around 5, though, so you're in luck to get here early." You smiled as you placed his bag down on the shelf, watching as he combed through his hair and wiped the small beads of sweat trailing down his face with his handkerchief. "You can have a plate of aunt's new garlic bread recipe and uncle's new sardine pasta. They're not really part of the menu yet and we plan on adding them on Christmas, but you can have them first while you rest up."

Satan was patiently waiting by the counter and taking orders from customers who came in, and he just listened to the speakers that were blaring out classical music. His favorite in Vivaldi's Four Seasons Concerti was playing at the moment, which was the third movement of his winter concerto. He always enjoyed listening to classical music, and it was definitely the best genre in his opinion. Of course, there were times that he wished that he continued taking his piano lessons when he was younger so he would be able to play it like the ones he listened to, but what could he do about it? He ran off from piano lessons every time until the teacher became sick of it, leaving the poor instrument collecting dust in one room that nobody really uses anymore.

By the time you came out of the kitchen, it was already quarter to five, and Satan had finished two bottles of water already. The scent of the freshly cooked pastry and pasta was enough to make his mouth water, and he turned around to see that he was bringing you a tray of the unreleased menu dishes and a small jug of cold-brewed earl grey tea. With that oh-so-familiar bright smile on your face that he grew to love over the months, you approached him and set the tray in front of him. He just kept staring at your face, and your next words cut him out of his trance. "Go on, try it! I promise you, you'll like it!" You urged him on, taking a seat on the empty stool next to him.

Snapping back to reality and mentally slapping himself for staring at you like a fucking idiot, Satan hurriedly took the fork and knife that was resting on the tray. He first sliced a small piece of his garlic bread that looked like it just came out of the oven, revealing hot cheese stretching as he pulled up the piece to his lips and blowing on it. After a few moments, he popped the piece into his mouth, and he felt like all his taste buds just exploded from the rich flavor of the garlic and cheese that somehow melted together, a delicate taste that made him hungry for more of the newly-baked pastry. After swallowing down on the piece, his fork that was resting on his right hand was put to use as it collected a forkful of sardine pasta that seemed freshly cooked, and once again brought it past his lips to take the whole forkful. He didn't hold back the satisfied sound that came from his throat, almost like a hum, and smiled wide at the taste. Of course, what else could he expect from who he referred to as the best chefs in Hokkaido, anyways?

"It's delicious!" Satan exclaimed, to which you responded with a chuckle and a nod, signalling him to continue on with his meal. There was a peaceful atmosphere in the café. With classical music in the background, people's chattering around you, and you two staring at each other's eyes with smiles on your faces— you felt comfortable. The temperature in Otaru definitely went lower, but the warmth stirring up in your chest was enough to convince you that it was the same day as always. Just you and Satan by the counter, taking orders and serving people their meals.

You heard the kids in the café rushing up to the window and yelling as they looked out at what was happening, and when you turned your head to look at them, you saw the first falling of snow of the winter season right in front of you. There were couples smiling and taking pictures of the snow, and some were giving kisses to their significant others. Teenagers would keep chatting with their friends after taking pictures of the falling snow. When you turned to look back at the blonde teen sitting next to you, your eyes met with his blue-green ones, and you felt your heart thump against your chest at the eye contact. Your eyes were slowly taking in every single detail that was on his face— such as how his blonde hair was just the right kind of messy, or how his eyes were just the perfect gradient from blue to green. When your eyes came down to look at his lips, they looked so soft and warm. His skin definitely looked clear and soft, too, and in the back of your mind, you wondered about what his skin routine was.

More importantly, though, the words that were on your mind were just questions alone that consisted along the lines of mostly; When the hell did he look so attractive? and There's no way I'm starting to like him, right? because you constantly thought of yourself as someone not worthy to be liked, and your self-confidence was just going down the drain.

"People say that when you spend time with someone on the first snow, you'll be staying with them for a long time." Satan's words snapped you back to reality, causing you to jump a bit at your seat. "Well, I hope that's true. I really want to stay with you and your family for a long time, you know?"

Satan was being honest when he said those words, and he always thought that you wouldn't end up liking someone back that was him— a delinquent that was feared by people in their neighbourhood. It never crossed his mind, and whenever people would bring up about that subject, he would just laugh it off as it was some dumb joke.

For the eight months he worked alongside you, he got to know you well enough that there were things he saw or lines he heard that would remind him of you. In his school, when it was time for the daily classroom cleanups, there would always be this one short student who wouldn't be able to reach the top half of the blackboards and whiteboards, and the tall student cleaning near them would always help them out. It would bring him back to the time he met you, and how he wouldn't be happier and healthier if he didn't help you out. He wouldn't have a part-time job that he would consider as an escape, nor would he have the second family that he always wanted to have (since he didn't really consider school as his second family). He wouldn't have stopped skipping classes or continue to constantly ruin his liver by drinking every night.

For eight months, he kept growing feelings for you that he never experienced before. At first, it was all mild. In the beginning, it was simply just some sort of excitement or motivation for him to keep up his work because he's gaining a new friend that actually encouraged him to be a better person. He thought it was something he could get over, that is until he realized that his feelings weren't really fading away. Lilith and Asmo already knew about it, so Satan knew that it was impossible for his whole crush on you to not be known by the rest of his siblings. He couldn't forget when Belphie and Beel suddenly approached him one night while he was in the middle of reading a book to ask him about you, or when Mammon suddenly started teasing him about his little crush on you whenever he was passing by the hallways. Leviathan was of course envious, and he was quick to shoot Satan with unending questions about his lovelife. Their mom was absolutely ecstatic when she found out about it and kept asking Satan when he'll ask her out. Lucifer was the last one to find out and seemed absolutely uninterested by the news, but Satan knew that he'd one day visit the café just to have a little chat with you. Satan had to beg every single one of them — literally getting on his knees and shedding some fake tears — to not tell father. So, it was a dirty little secret that the nine of them had.

Which is why when Satan brought home the bacon (that he really didn't need) that day after biking in the snow, he certainly didn't expect this. He enjoyed the whole day because he got to spend time with you and the rest of the crew until almost midnight, only to be ruined by the sight of this. He expected that he would get home and immediately rest in his bed— but no. He arrived home, entered the lounge room, and was met by the sight of his father sitting on his reclining seat, staring straight at him. His mother was standing just behind the seat, looking as if she had just recently bawled her eyes out. The rest of his siblings had their heads hung low, and the tension in the atmosphere was so high that the smile on his face went away, immediately being replaced by a frown. His eyebrows furrowed when he realized that there wasn't a single butler or maid in sight, and that's when he knew that it was another one of their family matters.

"Where have you been?" Their father's deep voice boomed, and the youngest immediately let out a scoff with a roll of his eyes. Scratch that, it was another one of his annoying lectures that just compared him to his older sister mostly, or even the rest of his older brothers.

Satan Samael was quick to answer that, though. Of course, it was just a rhetorical question to see his father pissed, because he loved seeing the old man getting his panties in a twist. "Oh, so you care about me now?" He barked back, letting his school bag drop to the ground and crossing his arms. He was thankful he accidentally left the café's apron back there and that he came home with a complete school uniform.

The man visibly grit his teeth, and he stood up from his seat, alarming his mother. "Who is this whore that you have been seeing, and where the hell have you been working?" He spat, his words lacing with venom as he spoke. Satan could care less about what was going to happen, but he wasn't able to stand the degrading name his father called you. He uncrossed his arms and clenched his fists until his knuckles turned white and his fists were shaking.

Satan marched up to him without hesitation and began yelling at his father. "Back then, I went home drunk and past midnight almost everyday. There was a large chance that I came back here high on weed, and you didn't even bat an eye towards me!" He roared with fury, doing his very best to hold back his actions. His pale skin was starting to become red with anger, and his eyes just held anger. "Now, I started coming home earlier and stopped doing my vices, but you're starting to give me shit for it? What the actual fuck is wrong with you?!"

"Lift your heads up." The man who commanded. That command made all seven of his siblings look up in an instant with dark eyes, and the sight of their faces made Satan angrier by the second. All of them had slap marks on their faces, and Asmodeus had the most of it. Lilith had dried tear stains on her cheeks, and there were two visible scars that were on her left cheek, along with his father's handprint on her right cheek. Belphegor had a bruise on his face, along with the slap marks, but aside from that, no other damage was made. Levi's cheeks had bruises from what Satan assumed to be his father's fingers from gripping the face too hard. Satan glared at his father and held back a fist, but his father unfortunately had faster hands. The sound of Lucifer's voice protesting was heard for a moment, along with Mammon's call for him to stop, before a loud slap echoed through the room. At first, Satan felt like his cheek went numb, and it slowly transitioned into pain. Soon, the blonde felt tears slowly dripping down his cheeks. "That's what happened to your siblings for keeping a secret from me about this bitch you were seeing! All because of you."

Satan felt his bottom lip trembling as his shoulders began to shake. He didn't know why he was crying, but it always happened to him whenever he couldn't let out his anger properly. "Still— You can't do that to them just because of me! That's not discipline, it's abuse! You could have done all of that to me instead!" He raged, bringing a fist up to wipe away at his tears furiously. "They're not a bitch either! They never had any romantic relationship, and you don't have the right to call them that!"

"You are not going in that café anymore. You are deleting their number and you are never seeing them anymore. Don't make me do the same thing I did to you and your siblings to your little butler." Those were the last words Satan heard before his father marched up the stairs, and the blonde boy instantly bawled in front of his family.

"I'm sorry we couldn't keep it from him." An apology was heard from his Lucifer, which took him by surprise. Those words only made him bawl even more, though, and he immediately felt comforting arms wrap around his body like he was a fragile figure. His cries were muffled when Satan pressed his head against his mother's shoulder, and the teenage boy only hugged back as he broke down in front of his older siblings and his mother.

"It's a present from him." Azazel handed you the perfectly wrapped box of whatever is inside, a small smile gracing his features. You stayed silent as you gently took the present from him. "I'm sorry that he didn't get to spend Christmas with you. I was supposed to take the blame, being his butler and all—"

"No!" You exclaimed, catching him off guard a bit, and you added to your sudden outburst. "No… You shouldn't do that. Satan doesn't like it when people take the blame for him." You nervously laughed and fumbled with the present, feeling your throat form a lump at the realization that the blonde won't be working here anymore. "He talks about you quite often… He's thankful, you know, that you're always there, but he doesn't like it when you take the blame for him… He feels bad about it, so…" You trailed off. You found it hard conversing with someone who you know takes care of Satan or knows him very well, and you hated how a small trickle of hope of ever meeting him again was forming at the bottom of your gut.

Azazel nodded, chuckling soon after. "Ah, I see. Well, he does talk about you quite a lot, too." He smiled before checking the time on his wristwatch, and then looking up to take a look at you once more. "Well, do you have anything to give him, then? Or anything else to say?"

You nodded and went to the counter for a few moments, placing the present on top of the countertop and coming back to him to hand him a thick notebook, the covers being a plain black color. "Um… That's just a copy of recipes of all his favorite food and drinks in this café, and how to make it. It isn't really that much. I just kept writing it down whenever he mentions he had a new favorite. There are also some pictures of the two of us there, which were my favorites. I planned to give it to him today, but, you know…" You cleared your throat a bit and didn't bother finishing the last sentence, and when he took the thick notebook from you, you gave Satan's personal butler a bow. "Please take care of him for us!" Azazel was a bit taken aback by the way you gave him a bow that exceeded ninety degrees, and how there was a hint of desperation laced in your voice.

You heard Azazel give another one of his chuckles, before hearing his response. "Of course I will. What else is the purpose of my job, then?" He laughed and heard footsteps walking towards the door. The sound of the door opening was heard, and another statement was added. "Thank you for unconsciously changing Satan, by the way. We appreciate that." Just when you looked up to ask him about what he meant, the door closed and you saw him walking towards an expensive looking car. The digital clock by the door showed the numbers 03:00, reminding you of the time when Satan mentioned that it would be the start of their classroom cleanups around that time and he would look forward to making his way towards the café.

Taking a deep breath, you walked towards the countertop towards the unopened present. You shakily exhaled as you undid the red ribbon that was around the gift and hesitantly tore open the wrapping paper. Inside was a box that wasn't really taped together, allowing the easy access of just opening it. Inside the box revealed a hoodie that was neatly folded, a framed picture, a book, and a letter that was inside a green envelope. You gently placed the envelope on the counter, deciding to read it later after taking a look at the other contents of the present. The book was a hard covered book, and it was plain white with the words, 'Miracle in Cell No. 7' in a glossy gold font. The picture that was in an expensive looking frame was a candid picture of both of you smiling wide at each other, probably laughing at a dumb joke that one of you told or a story that you two were talking about. The hoodie was a plain, pastel green color and you immediately recognized it as the hoodie that you liked to borrow (read: steal) from him since it was so comfy. It still had his scent on it, which was what you could describe as a musky with a bit of floral and vanilla scent— and you could tell it was one that he wore a lot judging by how strong the scent was, like he was still there beside you. Setting the hoodie back in the box, you gently opened the envelope and pulled out a piece of paper that held his note.

I'm sorry for leaving. I didn't want to, but my father made me. Merry Christmas, by the way! I'm definitely going to miss the dishes there, and I figured you'd be worried sick so I just wanted to give a present. Those are my favorite items. Treasure them for me, okay?

That picture was taken by one of my older brothers' boyfriend, and I honestly was mad at first, but then I realized how cute it looked, so I kept it for a while in my room. It was my birthday when that was given to me, but I don't exactly know when it was taken. I have to say, Solomon is such a decent photographer, don't you think? No wonder Asmodeus is dating him.

That book is the best novel I've read, and I literally cried over that book for days. I first read that when I was around eight or nine, and when I finished reading it, I always kept asking myself why my father didn't love me like how the man in the story loved his daughter. I stuck with the option of me not being born as a girl for quite a while until I realized that I was a pretty shitty child.

That hoodie is actually my favorite. It had the perfect thickness so I could wear them in any season, and it was in my favorite color, too. I just thought of giving it to you since you kept borrowing it. You are shorter than me, so that might be too big for you since it was too large on me, but that's just the reason you like wearing it, huh?

Anyways, thank you so much for being my friend, MC! 'Till we meet again, alright?

As you read through the lines, you could feel your eyes welling up with tears by the second. Your fists clenched and your brows furrowed as you let out soft whimpers and sniffles, not even bothering to hold back your cries anymore. Holding the note close to your chest and crying out, you felt empty inside as you slowly started registering the fact that he was never coming back. The hoodie that was just by your side made him feel like he was there beside you, and it hurt you even more when you realized that you won't have that sweet musky scent near you in the future.