#i’m sorry that’s a little lady for me. but she’s very nerd and a loser and swag less

[kinos-fortress-2]

miss pauling is too much of a loser to be a girlboss bruh what are you guys on.

[andilovetowrite]

Ms Matchmaker

Peter Parker x Teacher Assistant! reader

(ft. Morgan Stark)

Summary: Morgan Stark has always loved her assistant teacher at school, Ms Y/N...but when she sees Peter talking to her beloved teacher, she knows that she must do everything in her power to get her two of her favourite people together, even if they didn't necessarily ask for her help! But what could she say? They just needed a push in the right direction ;)

Here is the request it's based on!

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: Nothing but alot of fluff

My Masterlist and my requests are OPEN!

“Peter Peter!”, a small voice called out as a little girl came running at Peter. Slamming into him, Peter laughed, picking up Morgan.

“Hey Little Stark, how was your day?”, he asked, smiling down at the brown-haired girl. She started wiggling in his arms, too excited to tell Peter what she had recently discovered. Jumping down, she pulled Peter’s arm, hopping excitedly. “What? What happened?”

“Ms Y/N!! She is the best Peter, she wears huge hoop earrings and has a big bookshelf at the back of the class. Oh, and she wears such pretty dresses...and she has a golden dog! And you won’t believe what she said about my artwork!”

“That was amazing?”, Peter asked out loud, thinking about what Morgan’s first-grade teacher might say to her.

“That was ama- yeah! How did you know that?”, Morgan asked, her head cocked to the side.

“Uh, um...Ms Y/N and I ar-are friends…”, Peter said, caught by Morgan when he saw her give a coy smile.

“Oh, really Peter? Well, tomorrow I’ll talk to her about you! Does she know you are Spiderma-”

“NO! No, she doesn’t Morgan, but-uh, how about I drop you at school tomorrow? S-so I can see Ms Y/N?”, he asked, moving her to the kitchen, hoping to distract her with some food. Nodding, Morgan walked over, her tiny mind already picturing Peter and Ms Y/N side by side.

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“C’mon Peter! Let's gooo ....”, Morgan said, her foot tapping against the car as she waited for him, clutching her backpack tightly. Peter chuckled, running up to her.

“Coming, coming!”, he said, as Morgan waved at Pepper before she ran off with Peter’s hand in hers. Together, they entered the brightly colored, cute elementary school. Children bustled in and out, and Peter clutched Morgan’s hand, feeling weird since he was the only one taller than 3 feet. “Wh-where’s your class M?”

“Um, right here”, she said, pulling him towards the back of the school. Peter almost gasped as he saw the place. Roses and different flowers were blooming all over the place, and ornaments of all kinds littered the space. Artworks hung from above, and there was a multi-coloured cubby in the back. Peter could see about 8 other kids running around, bags on their back-

“Okay, line up!”, a stern voice shouted, as an old lady hobbled out of the class. Her greying hair was pushed back in a braid, and thick glasses rested on her frowning face. Her sharp eyes searched around for kids as all of them ran quickly to the front of the classroom.

As Peter looked at her, he could feel his heart dropping. “Oh god”, he whispered under his breath. How was he supposed to “be friends” with this lady? She reminded him of every mean teacher he had ever had at school. But for the sake of (lying to) Morgan, he sucked it up and walked over, awkwardly putting out his hand.

“H-hello Ms Y/N, I’m-”

“That’s not Ms Y/N!”Morgan shouted from behind, making the other students laugh out loud. Peter turned red, staring down at the floor, but suddenly, he heard the laughter stopped. Either the old lady had whipped out a stick, or some type of miracle had saved him… It was definitely a miracle when he saw you.

“Hey, guys! What’s all this ruckus? Ms Jo, how about you go get a cup of tea, I’ll handle these little monsters?”, a sweet voice called out as you came up behind Ms “Jo”. Suddenly, Peter understood why Morgan was so smitten with this teacher.

Your face was practically glowing with a smile as your earring caught in the sunlight. You were wearing a red and blue dress, and it felt like it was just for him. You smiled at the students, ushering them in while giving each of them a high five. Peter didn’t know what to do, as he stood there, staring at you. As the last kid ran into the classroom, you turned to meet his eyes, your hands on your waist.

“Aren’t you a bit old to be in first grade?”, you asked, eyes twinkling. Peter’s mouth dropped open, and he didn’t say anything for a couple of seconds as his mind caught up with what you said.

“Uh no-um, I’m here with Morgan- um...Morgan Stark. Just came to drop her off”, he said, blushing under your gaze. You didn’t seem much older than him, looking like a college student as well.

“Well, Mr-?”

“Peter. Peter Parker”

“Well Mr Parker, I would love for you to drop Morgan off every day...I’ve never seen her so excited”, you explained, grinning at the flushed boy.

“Uh yeah, I-I can. My first class starts pretty late and I also have enough time to get back to the dorm-”, he stopped, embarrassed. “Sorry I’m rambling”

You let out a soft laugh as you looked at him. “Not at all, I think it’s quite cute-”, now it was her turn to blush, making Peter laugh. Peter would’ve loved to keep talking to you for the rest of the day, but simultaneously, his phone started ringing as voices from the class started getting louder.

“Well, duty calls. I hope to see you soon Mr Parker?”, you asked.

“Please, call me Peter...and I will come back. For sure”, Peter said, biting his lip as he saw you smile at him and walk back into the classroom, his heart beating 10x faster….

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So Peter decided to come back to Morgan’s school. Based on Ned’s advice, he should have gone back in a week, to not seem like he was too forward. But somehow, he ended up back at her school by the end of the next day….

“Peter? Where’s mom?”Morgan asked, her little face splitting up into a smile as she ran out of class and hugged him. Peter scratched the back of his head, smiling awkwardly.

“Um- I thought I could pick yo-you up? And by any chance...is Ms Y/N around?”, he asked softly, but he knew he was screwed when Morgan smirked, looking back into the classroom.

“Yeah, she is in there. Also, I asked her today if you two were friends-”, Morgan explained, and Peter’s heart skipped a beat, “-and she said you two were absolutely best friends!”

Peter sighed, nodding his head as he imagined you saying that. “Y-yeah, she um, she said that?”

“Yup”, Morgan said, running behind Peter, and pushing him into the room. “There she is!”

“Wait Morgan-”

“Oh hey Mr Peter Parker!”, your voice called out. He turned around to see your smug expression, as he looked like a fish out of the water.

“H-hey Ms Y/N”

“Back so soon?”, she asked mischievously.

“Uh, sorry, I just-um-”, he tried to make up an excuse but she just waved her hand, giggling.

“No no, it’s great! Not a lot of brothers drop their sisters to school and pick them up…”

Peter shook his head, smiling at the idea. “No no, Morgan isn’t my sister-”

“Yes I am!”, a little voice said as Morgan came up beside you. “My dad calls Peter “son”, so he is my brother…”

“Well Morgan-”

“Yeah, well if Mr Stark says I'm your brother, then I guess I am”, Peter said, winking at Morgan.

You cock your head as he mentions Mr Stark. “How do you know Tony Stark?”, you ask.

“Oh, I’m um his apprentice. I’m part of the Stark internship”

“Daddy says Peter is very smart!”, Morgan exclaimed, trying and failing to wink at Peter. Peter started stuttering, a bright blush making away up to his cheeks as he tried to cover that.

“Wow! Tony Stark says you are smart Mr Parker… you must be very proud!”, you say, smiling at the embarrassed look on his face.

“Oh, dad also says that-”

“Okay M! I think we can stop there. Why don’t you wait in the car? I’ll come in a couple of minutes?”, Peter asks, hoping Morgan wouldn’t say anything else that makes him look like a loser.

“Oh okay… you want some privacy to ask Ms Y/N on a date?”, Morgan asks innocently.

Peter gasps, as you start blushing at the thought. “NO! Um, no-”

“Well, if you aren’t gonna ask, then I’ll do it!”, Morgan exclaims. She pushed him back, walking forward. “Ms Y/N, yesterday when Peter dropped me off, I saw him smile at you the same way he smiles at his tests-”

“Oh god”, you mutter, but Peter interjects.

“Uh, I like tests and quizzes”, he says, a tiny smile appearing when he sees you slip your hands into your embroidered pocket.

“So, I asked my mom, and she said, you only look like that when you like someone… like my mom likes my dad!”

“Uh, I’m really sorry for her-”, Peter starts, but you shush him, wanting to hear if your brown-eyed boy felt the same sparks you felt the day before.

“Uh-huh, so Morgan...anything else?”, you ask sweetly, glancing at Peter.

“Yes! He also was talking to his friend last night, the one who likes Lego-”

Peter groaned, knowing he sounded like a full-on nerd.

“-and I heard him say you were the prettiest girl he had seen, and he would have loved to ask you out-” She paused, punching Peter lightly in his stomach, “if he had gotten the guts.”

“Well, I would love to go on a date with Peter”, you said wistfully, winking at Peter as his brain went into overdrive.

“Great!”, Morgan said, elbowing Peter. “So anyway, today morning, in the way to school, Peter and my mom were talking, and mommy said that Peter is a great catch-”

“Wow! Is he really?”, you asked, teasing.

“Yes, he is! I saw him changing the other day, and he has so many lines on his stomach! It’s like steel Ms Y/N”, Morgan says shrugging.

“Oh my god!”, Peter groans as your eyes widen.

“So anyway Ms Y/N… do you think you and Peter could do well together?”

“What do you think Ms Stark?”, you ask acting seriously.

“I think you two should get married”, she announces, but sighs. “But since Peter has to ask you that himself… I can just ask him on your behalf on a date” She concludes this, patting Peter on the back as he is rendered speechless.

“So, do you wanna go on a date Ms Y/N?’, Morgan finishes, her hands twiddling together. You sighed, acting sad. You kneeled down infront of her.

“Sorry Morgan, I actually have a date tonight…”

Morgan gasps and looks at Peter, who suddenly has a great interest in the shoes outside the class.

“Yes, uh sorry Ms Y/N, we will leave now. I’m sure you have a lot of work to do.”, Peter says in a rush as he holds Morgan’s hand, moving out of the classroom.

“Wait… where are we going tonight?”, you ask out loud, making Peter stop.

“Wha-”

“Well, I mean, you did ask me on a date, did you not?”, you ask, sly.

“Uh um, yeah-yeah...That sounds uh oh god, good!”, he says, a dopey smile coming on his face. You walk over, kissing his cheek as you whisper to Morgan.

“Thanks, Ms Matchmaker!”

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[soulwillower]

boyfriend stuff • richie tozier

(richie tozier x reader)      

requested: PLEASE FAKE DATING TO LOVERS WITH RICHIE PLEASE A WHOLE FIC PLEASE MORE

warnings: swearing, fluff, mentions of sex, a bit of drinking, family members, richie has a little sis!! and i believe that is it but as always its unedited

[losers + reader are in college]

sorry i haven’t been posting much but i have this fic for u guys, hope u like it!

6k words yowza

♡

"you said what?!" you hiss, your stomach swirling, jaw dropped as the wind whips your hair around. richie's grinning, but it's not his usual up-to-something grin. much more of an i'm-sorry-i-ran-my-mouth-again  kind of smile, but it's still richie's, so it's impossible to stay annoyed.  

"well shit, doll. you know how i am! and it was my grandma, i couldn't let her down. she is crazy." he says with a shrug, his hand pushing back his wild curls as you glare up at him in his stupid striped shirt and awful, annoying, angelic face.

you scoff, crossing your arms as your eyes flick to behind richie, taking in the law library and some kids playing hackey-sack on the quad. birds chirp in the distance. "c'mon, toots. you can play my girlfriend for a few days, right?" he asks gently, making you look back to him, gazing into his hopeful expression.

you're silent as a warm breeze flutters around you and you weigh your options - honestly, what could go wrong by going to your friend's grandma's house and pretending to be his girlfriend for a bit?

"how far is the drive?" you ask sharply.

"yes, baby! i knew i could count on you." he yelps, scooping you in his arms and making you yelp, rolling your eyes. "i didn't actually commit to fake-dating you yet, richie. unless you pay me."

"100 bucks, kid." he says, holding your shoulders. you gape at him, "what? do you seriously need to convince your grandma and the rest of your family that you're dating someone that much?" you ask, eyes wide and a smile curling onto your lips.

this boy was ridiculous.

he launches into a story about how his grandma is super weird - nice, but oddly suspicious; like (as he puts it) red-scare mccarthy type suspicious, which doesn't do much to help his case with you.

he then lists on his fingers the reasons he needed a girlfriend and continued to insist, "y/n/n, look at me. nobody's going to believe that i'm single. i'm way too gorgeous." you roll your eyes so hard it hurts. 

"-plus, you're the only friend i have that is hot enough and tolerant enough to pass as my girl for a whole weekend. i would ask stan the man, but i already mentioned that it was specifically a lady-lover of mine, and i can't put stan through a weekend of bra stuffing on top of faking' it with me."

you scoff at his absurdity, following him as he walks towards his dorm and weighing your options. "we have to stay with your batshit grandma, tozier? and you're really gonna do all that boyfriend stuff?"

he just laughs, tilting his head up so the sun glints on his forehead and you have to tear your eyes away before you get too attached to the sight of him.

"oh, of course i am toots. i can't wait to treat you like you deserve, babe. plus, it's a small house. we'll be sharing a room, though." he mutters, slinging a heavy arm around you and giving you icy butterflies that thrash in your ribcage. you groan, "come on, richie. i'm only doing this out of the goodness of my heart." you mutter, shaking your head as he sweeps the door to his building open and wiggles his brows. "and i have to share a bed with you?"

"you can curse my momma for bein' so liberal."  he says with a shake of his head, "you'll love her, though. she's excited to meet my girlfriend."

you fake a gag.

x

somehow, a week later, you're pulling yourself out of richie's beat up cherokee and sighing at the heat outside, watching as richie unfolds his body to his full height and sweeps an arm towards the quaint house across the street.  you walk to his side of the car and shake your head, trying not to think of the pressure of acting like a good girlfriend for the next two and a half days.

the drive back to richie's hometown was just as you'd expected a road trip with richie would be - cherry cola, loud music, a/c on blast as the summer warmth whips around his car on the outside, and a briefly awkward lay out of rules for the two of you to follow.

"well what about, like, rules?" you ask, feet balanced on the dashboard. he looks over to you, smirking as he hums along to the radio as it plays quietly. "well, like, what about them?" he asks, smacking his mouth and fake twirling his hair like a valley girl. you hide a giggle behind a glare.

"i'm serious, rich." but your smile gives way to your playful manner as you toss a chip at him. it hits his shoulder and he smirks - you're distracted, then, by how the faint morning glow hits his eyelashes, how his side-profile is sharp and angular but somehow also soft and subdued.

his hair is scruffy and placed perfectly as if he'd just rolled out of bed - though you know it took him a few minutes to make it look that way. he's wearing his stupid black corduroy pants and a long sleeve shirt that looks so soft you might melt and his lips are quirked into a wry smile.

richie's eyes are bright and teasing as ever, even on this early morning, and his teeth toy with his pink lips as he grins. you smile to yourself as you stare, because richie tozier is an artwork.

"y/n/n?" he asks softly, shooting you a soft look that really makes your fingertips tingle as you reach for your coffee. had he been speaking to you? you clear your throat, "richie, eyes on the road."

he chuckles but obeys, turning to look forwards, and you feel your heartbeat relax slightly. "okay. what about touching?" you reiterate as he keeps glancing at you, making you flush and your stomach thrash in tickle.

"you know i'm all for it." he wiggles his eyebrows and you scoff, shaking your head and pressing your lips together to keep down a smile. he's too much."-for real, though. what are you comfortable with? i can do any of that boyfriend stuff." he says, mimicking your words from the week before when you'd agreed to come, and you turn red again for nearly no reason.

you shrug. "well, touching is fine...but don't you think.... er- i mean, maybe kissing is just... a little weird? i don’t know." you ask, your stomach fluttering. you're not totally sure why, or you just don't want to address it, but you think that kissing richie might make things... different for you.

you ignore the feeling as richie nods. "yeah, i mean it’s not like my parents are gonna try and make us lock lips in front of them anyways." he mutters, making you roll your eyes, smiling out the window as the countryside flashes by in splashes of green and yellow.

"right, kid. you ready?" richie's voice calls you to look at him with a smile. "guess so." you shrug, your breath mixing with the warm afternoon air. the front door of the house creaks open from across the yard and richie turns to you, smiling devilishly and holding your bag in his hand.

"quick, they're coming. kiss me." he says with a lopsided grin. your stomach dips and you huff, "ew, no!"

he looks at you with a grin as you continue, "-you just had funyuns! that's so gross." you say, shoving his face as he tries to lean closer to you, making kissy faces. you can't help yourself from giggling as he smiles, "do it! c'mon, toots. plant one on me." "no, rich!" you squeal with another laugh, shoving him as he beams down at you. slowly, he pulls you into his chest and you lay your head, wrapping your arms around him. the proximity of your bodies takes your breath away as you breathe in the faint scent of mint, strawberry and cigarettes. it makes you relax almost completely and you're unsure when these feelings with richie started, but you're suddenly hyperaware of them and you think you might be in some real trouble.

"let's do this, y/n/n."

x

you'd expected meeting richie's family to be the most stressful part of your day, but it went so smoothly you were almost concerned.

his mom was taller than you but still shorter than him, and when he lifted her up in greeting it made your heart swell. next was his grandma, who was quite short and had curly gray hair. she hugged you and kissed your cheek and you immediately felt welcome as you met them.

then not shortly after, a fiery bullet with a black dress and light - up sneakers came barreling full speed at richie, making you blink as he yelled, "munch!" and lifted the girl up.

you met his little sister, who he insisted you call "munch," through a shy wave and a grin as she had her arms looped and face buried in his neck.

and then you smiled and pretended not to feel anything as you watched him tickle her and kiss her forehead.

throughout the day, it is physically painful for you to watch richie with his family. really, it is.

you know richie tozier. the boy who falls asleep at the library and drools on his textbook, the boy who ties people's shoelaces together at parties when he's just entered that drunken stage of "pranky richie." he's the dumbass who fell out the window of bill's dorm and into the bushes, the kid who was a huge nerd yet incessantly boasted about his 'very high' body count (which, by the way, you did not believe). he was the loud person at every party, the kind who drew people in out of admiration, fascination or loathing, he was the boy who got the highest gpa and also the highest amount of parking violations and speeding tickets.

but here, at home...

god, richie was incredible. he had a whole other side to him that fit in perfectly, like a missing piece to a puzzle that you didn't even know was incomplete. he spent as much time with his sister, munch, as he could - singing to her, brushing and braiding her hair, teasing her relentlessly, and making snacks for the three of you.

he even wore a tiara and a tutu when munch insisted you have a tea party - and he steeped real tea (which tasted like shit because he did not know how to steep tea), even getting out his grandma's fancy cups.

the way he treated munch was honestly the nail in the coffin for you, because the one thing you expected richie to be bad at was interacting with young kids. like, he swears like a sailor, is always bouncing around, rarely goes a day without a cigarette, and just all around seems like he'd prefer the company of an average-aged joe. but he is full of surprises, as you've learned.

x

it took almost six hours of driving to get to his grandma's house, none of which richie allowed you to drive, despite your insistence. so after a quick catnap, you'd spent the entire day exploring the house, playing games, and getting to know munch and the rest of his family. and so now, before bed, richie was upstairs showering while you were sitting downstairs at the kitchen table with his grandma and his sister.

you were left to your own wits with his family, which wasn't too bad, but you're nervous you're going to slip up.

"you are just such a lovely young woman, aren't you?" his grandma asks, sipping on her bailey's. you laugh, shrugging your shoulders. "you're too kind, really. you guys are just easy to be around." you say with a smile.

"now i just wonder, what made you settle with richie?" she asks, lifting a brow. you choke on the last gulp of your own bailey's, the warmth going straight to your stomach and the alcohol right to the head. you decide to go the joke route.

"i have no idea, i mean. have you seen those awful shirts?" you say with a snort. his grandma laughs sweetly, sipping again and seemingly forgetting the problem so you pull at your collar, willing for richie to come rescue you.

speak of the devil and he shall appear.

"-hey, you can't judge my life choices, y/n/n, because you are one of them." he says with a grin, drawing you into the crook of his shoulder. "the best one, might i add."

you flush but just roll your eyes, knowing that it's just for show, but secretly yearning for that to be true.

he groans."can you at least pretend you think i'm charming?" richie whines,  "that costs extra." you say, then suddenly your eyes snap to richie's as you realize what you've said.

"costs?" his grandma asks, looking confused. you clear your throat, "o-oh, i..."

"she owes me gas money." "he owes me money for food."

you stare at each other - fuck. that's kind of awkward. richie's grandma hums in suspicion and your mouth feels dry.

richie suddenly guffaws loudly, shaking your shoulders as he nods. "well aren't we the cutest, y/n/n? okay, let's get you off to bed now." he rushes, shitty excuse doing nothing to fix the situation as he tugs your arm so you rise from the stool, then places your empty mug in the sink. he kisses his grandma on the cheek and hurries you upstairs, towards the guest bedroom where you're both staying.

x

the next day was when you really realized that richie tozier never stopped fidgeting. he was an anxious person inherently, so you understood this mixed with his adhd led him to tapping fingers, humming and bouncing his legs.

earlier, he'd had his arm secured around your waist (a foreign yet welcoming sensation) as you'd eaten dinner with his family. he was shaking his leg so aggressively that the table was vibrating and you loved it - you loved the uncomfortable but understanding looks on everyone's faces. you loved that they loved richie just as you did, you loved that they accepted him and teased him and hugged him and joked with him and listened to him like you did.

"what're you thinking' about?" he'd asked into your ear, loud enough that the others had definitely heard. his grin was nearly audible and you smile, looking into his warm eyes, "just you." you'd said simply, with a shrug. and as the words left your mouth, you realized you weren't even putting on a show, or ‘faking it' for his family.

you just really, really liked richie.

shit.

so now, it was well after richie's sister had gone to sleep and the rest of the family was up drinking, listening to music and telling stories. you really were enjoying all the embarrassing stories that fell from maggie's lips, her brain and body being well into a bottle of chardonnay and being more and more humiliating as the clock ticked on.

"-and he was- what was he, dear, seven?" she asks, hand falling onto wentworth's thigh. richie groans, "mom, stop. this isn't even funny."

you nudge him, "speak for yourself."

richie scowls then, leaning back against the awful floral pattern of the couch and pulling you into his side. you smile as you nuzzle into his chest, listening to his wild heartbeat as maggie laughs, "oh, rich. we're just teasing you because we love you."

you nod and giggle as he sticks his tongue out at her. his grandma speaks up, "how did you two kids meet?"

she sounds almost angry, and you're not sure why, so you laugh a little into your sleeve as richie leans up a bit as if preparing for a bullshit speech.

"well y/n was friends with bill first, you know. bill, mike, and her had a class together, and i always heard about y/n this, oh y/n that." richie starts. you smile as you watch him talk, recognizing that it really is the way you met. you'd figured he would just make something up.

"-but anyways, this one time, she came into the dorm because she thought bill would be there. it was just me, though. i was working on some homework or something, and she-she just looked amazing. seriously, i sounded like bill when i introduced myself because i stuttered so much." maggie shakes her head at that, but richie plows through, "and god, ma, she's so smart, she was so sweet i swear i almost got cavities just from talkin' to her for ten minutes. i have never been more star struck in my life, dad. i swear." he says, shaking his head. "later, after y/n left, bill told me he did it intentionally. the little wingman he is, tried to get us to hang out because he knew i'd fall head over heels in love. who couldn't?" he ends, smiling gently at you and brushing his hand on your cheek.

oh.

you feel yourself flush and then you smile at the carpet, your hand rising to grab richie's and lace them together.  you didn't know how damn thick tozier could lay it on - boy did he know how to woo a girl. even if it's all fake.

"meant to be, huh?" wentworth says, and you look from him to richie's grandma, then to richie. "guess so." you say quietly, leaning up to quickly peck richie's cheek and then telling yourself it's just for show in front of his family. it isn't.

it was only 15 minutes later that richie decided it was time to retire to the bed, insisting you come with him - but you know it’s because he’s getting very embarrassed. it was cute to see him flustered for a change. 

"goodnight!" you call, waving to maggie and went as they raise their glasses at the two of you, maggie with a knowing glint in her eye.

you both walk in content silence until you get into your bedroom. 

the music still plays downstairs, a melody of piano and guitar and maybe a quartet wafting up through the vents and creating an eerily romantic ambiance. slowly and wordlessly, richie puts his hands on your waist and hums nonsense as he sways the two of you.

without thinking, you melt into his touch and smile.

you wind your arms around his neck as you move with him, his meaningless humming setting your heart into overdrive - or, perhaps, it's because of the proximity to the boy in front of you.

"rich, nobody's here to see us." it's whispered, because you really don't want to pull away or to have him realize that this isn't what friends do, because you like it. a lot. 

"i know." he says it so softly, you barely hear it. but it's there, the words are out in the open, and you like the way they fall over the air in the room like they're meant to be there. the soft light of the single lamp, the ugly floral wallpaper, the smell of richie.

"isn't it nice, though?" he adds, almost like an afterthought. you grin down at the carpet below you, your eyes taking in his striped socks, his feet absolutely dwarfing yours as you move back and forth gently.

"yeah, it really is." you whisper back, lifting your head up to watch his owl-eyes as they stare back at you, his chewed lips parted as small puffs of breath fall out, his nose splattered with freckles that you can make out from the proximity. he smells like chocolate and that damn mint smell again

"richie..." you start, your eyes trained on his lips as you slowly feel yourself leaning closer to him. he looks frozen, his eyes now changing from wide to almost hooded as he stares down at you. 

you wonder if he's afraid to move, because he's stopped swaying you and now his thumbs are rubbing circles into your side, slipping under your top and yeah, that's definitely new but it's amazing and you wonder if it's such a bad thing for you to want all this stuff with richie.

and to want more.

"yeah babe?" he asks and your brain marvels at how natural and unceremoniously the pet word falls from his lips, as if that really was your name.

but then - be it fear, shame, or anxiety - you mumble out the words, shaking your head. "did bill really try to set us up? l-like, was that all true?" you say with an awkward smile. you just clear your throat, eyes not focusing on richie as if you're looking for something, anything to occupy your mind because you can physically feel the tension and it's suffocating you.

"yeah." he says simply after a couple moments, arms still wrapped around you. you're now too nervous to look at him because he'll see how pleased you are, how happy it makes you that people want you and richie to be together. "all of it was real." he says and his voice sounds so honest, so genuine and so raw that you smile bashfully, looking at him shyly.

"oh, cool." you mutter quietly, fingers playing with the fabric on his chest. he chuckles and his chest shakes with the noise as he pulls you even closer to him. his fingers rise softly to cup your chin and he tilts your head so you're looking in to each other's eyes.

richie is staring at you with a sincerity that you swear you've never seen before; his gaze on yours makes you hear a soft guitar melody, makes you feel weightless and completely full at the same time, makes you taste adventure and strawberries. 

his lips are parting and if he were to speak to you right now, you're completely confident that you would not comprehend a single one of his words because you're too caught up in him. he's making you see pale pinks and blues and lilac and you swear you want to stay the subject of his gaze forever and ever, just you and him and the world outside this room. 

"cool, hm? cool is all i get, baby?" he asks softly, and the only reason you hear it at all is because you feel his breath on your lips and even though you said 'no kissing,' that was a lie - you think you might want to feel his lips on yours forever. your eyes fall shut as you grip his shirt collar, smelling his stupid strawberry 3-in-1 wash as you lean in closer.

and his lips brush yours so faintly that you swear it's like a kiss from a fairy; there and gone so quickly you aren't sure if it ever happened in the first place-

"-jesus, munch!" richie suddenly yelps, scaring you and himself as he jumps slightly, leaning away from you.

you look down, eyes opening to see richie's sleepy sister staring up at you two with wide eyes, her hand clutching richie's leg. "why are you up, kid?" he asks softly, kneeling to her height, hands leaving you. your heart pounds wildly in your chest and you try to catch your breathing, your fingers brushing your lips as you watch richie. did that just happen?

munch whispers into richie's ear, looking to the floor afterwards and you smile, loving how different the siblings are in personality and how sweetly richie treats her. 

richie looks to you with a bashful grin of his own, his cheeks glowing pink and making your heart flutter because at least he felt slightly the same way you felt right now.

"munch wants you to read her a story." he says, shrugging lightly, "you don't have to if you don't want to." he adds, his hand rubbing her head as she hugs his leg. you smile, "n-no, i'd love to."

richie rubs munch's cheek, "lead the way, kiddo." richie loops his arm around your waist softly as you follow her to her room, and you are pretty damn sure it's not just for show.

it took about ten minutes for her to fall back asleep, nestled in a mound of stuffed animals, blankets, and an old shirt of richie's that he'd left behind when he went to school. 

your own eyes droop as you lean your head onto richie's shoulder from where the two of you rest against the wall, stretched on the edge of her bed, and the last thing you remember is smiling at munch's sleeping figure before it's all blank.

you wake up again with a start as you hear a thudding noise - your eyes are bleary and dry, your back and neck kinked in the worst way and you groan a bit as you stir and lift your head. you look around and richie is standing in front of you, arm outstretched. wordlessly, you grab his hand and pull yourself to your wobbly legs as you look at his sister's sleeping body.

you're so exhausted and thrown off that you just follow richie wordlessly into your room and pull off your jeans, putting on shorts before flopping onto the bed next to richie in the dark. 

"g'night." he mumbles sleepily as he wraps a heavy arm around your waist, pulling you closer so he can reach over you to put his glasses on the nightstand. he falls back onto the pillow with a tired huff and you're already half asleep but you can't help your heart from picking up speed as a pair of lips press softly to your hairline.

you fall asleep this time feeling warm and comfortable, the feeling of his lips burning on your forehead sweetly. 

x

when you wake the next day richie’s already gone, the space next to you cold and empty.

 after getting ready, you pad down to the main floor to find everyone outside, munch and richie splashing around in the pool in the backyard. you're excited to see they've set up a lunch outside in the shade under the tree and you decide to go put on your swimsuit just as richie walks in.

"mornin' sugar." he grins, walking over to the kitchen sink. you snort, looking at the clock on the oven: 11:18.

"hey, sorry i slept so late." you mumble, your stomach filling with butterflies as he smiles genuinely at you. your eyes trail over his bare chest, dripping with water droplets as he breathes slowly. your mind flashes back to last night, and you shake your head, jabbing your thumb behind you. "um, i should go put on my suit." you feel awkward. 

he hums, pushing off the counter, "i'll walk with you."

you frown as he does, nervous about being alone with him again. you're being a fucking dumbass, sure, but he makes you nervous in the most delicious way and you can't help but picture his lips fully on yours. it's a terrifying thought, honestly.

"my grandma is being weird today, i think she's onto it because she said we were just really good frien-" richie mutters as you walk the hall and you cut him off, frustrated with his paranoia for no reason.

"rich, why does it even matter if she suspects us? it's not like she knows for sure." you try to reason, your hands falling on to his arms to halt his stride.

he’d just mentioned his grandma’s offhand comment about how close of friends you seem to be. maybe it was nothing, or maybe she didn't believe you. why did it even matter?

he shakes his head, eyes wide. "because that's fucking embarrassing for me! i have feelings, you know." he defends.  

you roll your eyes - you knew damn well richie had feelings. this was getting to be so stupid, this whole thing was pointless - because you know that you've just fallen in love with richie for real and made things ten times harder for the two of you.

"of course you do, rich, but we-"

the noise of footfall in the hallway to your left sends you both into a panic for no entirely good reason, so you tug him closer towards you with wide eyes. his hands catch himself on the wall on either side of you, his breath fanning on your face.

why are you so panicky and jumpy? "did they hear us?" richie whispers frantically, head turning to look and see who was coming towards you.

so instead of responding, for some reason your brain insists you act like a fool and draw his lips to yours. your hands cup his jaw as you press your lips to his, the feeling sending your stomach through loops and your brain fuzzy.

holy shit, this was exactly what you told yourself not to do. shit.

just as you pull back slightly, intending only for the kiss to be a chaste peck, richie's hands are on your body and he's pressing you against the wall, deepening the kiss as he tilts your head to deepen it. 

you're caught off guard, eyes wide as you throw your hands around his neck, kissing him fervently. your eyes close and his tongue prods your lip, taking your fucking breath away.

he tastes like sugary lemonade and you think you're melting, spiraling and falling deeper as you open your mouth. you almost moan out at the feeling of his tongue in your mouth, sliding your tongue against him just as a throat clears.  

you both pull back, alarmed even though you knew this was going to happen - but you're more alarmed at what the fuck richie just did than at his grandma staring at you. 

yeah, his grandma catching you kissing was sort of a huge victory in the 'selling the fake relationship' department, but it’s also a huge bummer for your 'pride and self-confidence' department.

“shouldn't you two be outside?” she says, a small smile on her lips. you let out a quick breath, unable to fucking speak after what just happened. you faintly think you can hear richie saying something to her and then she’s shaking her head with a smile and walking towards the backyard. you blink,  your fingers still hovering over your tingling lips. then, you snap out of it and turn to richie.  as you shove him up the stairs, you yelp, "if you ever kiss me like that again-"

"oh, shut up, you liked it!" he fights back as he turns toward the room you're sharing and lifts a brow, "you opened your mouth for tongue-" he starts but you screech, rushing through the doorframe and shutting the door a little to loudly, "i did not!" you hiss, shoving his shoulders and hiding your smile.  

he stares at you, a grin on his face and eyes teasing. "-then why'd you lick mine when i stuck it in your mouth?" he’s shrugging. you want to punch him in embarrassment because holy shit, is this not a big deal to him?

your eyes widen and you scrunch your face, "god, you're disgusting, just-" you sigh, shaking your head.

your heart is thumping wildly in your chest and you have to physically hold your hands down by your sides so you don't reach up and tug at the stray curl on richie's forehead.

"doll, all i'm sayin' is that was a good practice kiss." he shrugs again.

right. it was for practice.

he speaks up again and you swear he’s giving you a headache. "hey, i mean...since we're here, should we practice sleeping together too?" you turn bright at his words. "richard!" he giggles as you slap his shoulders and he mutters, "-yeah, no, i was kidding, sugar. damn, baby." he mutters, shaking his head with a grin so bright you can't help but share it. “i mean, technically we already did, last night and the night before. but that’s not the kind of sleepin’ i was talking about-“

you cut him off with a stern look and an elbow to the gut and he has the audacity to fucking giggle. 

your stomach tosses and flips itself sick inside of you at the sound and you sigh, giving him a look as he grins. you hope he doesn't notice the absolute heart-eyes you have for him at every given moment.

"cross my heart, sugar. totally kidding." he says, eyes closing as his fingers lazily trace an 'x' over his chest. "i'll wait out here for ya, toots." he says as he walks out of the room, leaving you to change into your suit quickly.

when you open the door back up for him, he whistles. "damn, y/n/n, you look fuckin' sexy."

you stare at him with a blank expression. "richie i'm wearing the same clothes as earlier." you deadpan, gesturing to yourself, having put your clothes back on top of your suit. he grins cheekily as he walks down the stairs, flashing you a wink, "i know that."

he rocks back on his heels. 

"so what can i do to show my love for you since i can't kiss you?" he asks, smirking. you roll your eyes, "shut up, richie. we're by ourselves right now, you don't have to do anything." you insist, pulling your hair back from your face. he sighs, groaning as if in pain. "but what if i just want to?"

you freeze, looking to him with wide eyes as your stomach drops. "do you really just want to?" you ask, mostly joking as your heart beat picks up. he takes a few steps towards you, shirt now on as his curls drip slightly. you watch a drop roll down his jaw and you swallow.

"yeah, i really do." he says simply, shrugging. "i’ve realized that i really do want to do all the boyfriend stuff for you."

you let out a shaky laugh, a smile falling onto your face as you raise your eyebrows. "for show?" you ask, and he shakes his head with a small laugh. "no." he says and you stare at him, unmoving. 

"so you’re gonna make me say it, huh?" he says with a smile that gives you full-blown butterflies as he pulls you to him. you smile back at him, heart melting into mush at the thought of richie being your real boyfriend.

"i think you should, just to be safe." you say with a grin. he smiles brightly, hand coming up to your cheek. his thumb rubs over your face.

"i love you, y/n." he says softly, looking into your eyes. "i want to be your boyfriend, and i want you to be my girl and i want to do stupid shit with you and have tea parties with munch, and for you to listen to my parent's embarrass me, and to spend all my time with you. i want all the boyfriend stuff, y/n."

you shake your head, "we already do that, rich. i've been yours this whole time." his cheeks turn pink and you love the way he looks so you add, "i love you too, richie. i really do. please be my boyfriend."

he kisses you, then.

it's soft, his lips like rose petals and his kiss like honey and it's quite different from your other kiss - both incredible, but this one with much more intention and love. it melts you completely as richie pulls you closer to him, his lips parting from yours slowly, a smile falling onto his face.

"what do you say then, want to go for a swim?" he asks softly, sending you a smile that is blushy and beautiful. you smile, pecking his lips. "sure, rich."

"c'mon, girlfriend." he says happily, tugging you down the stairs and making you grin stupidly, knowing this time for sure that it's not just for show.

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Hey!! Was wondering if I could get some Dib x reader where the reader is a really ‘popular’ likeable kid at skool and Dib has liked them for a while but feels they’re “unattainable”? (Basically every high school romance movie ever lol) thanks!

I had a lot of fun with this one! It ended up being longer than I thought it would haha. 

It was a crisp autumn day, dead leaves crunching under your feet. Although it was dry in the moment, there was this feeling in the air that threatened a downpour. You stood behind your friends when they came to a stop, watching them with your hands stuffed deep in your pockets, feet shifting, the only sign to display your discomfort. Your eyes followed the notebook that was being tossed between your friends, a simple black spiral book, appearance only made special by the strange eye symbol scribbled in paint marker that adorned the front. Wicked cackles escaped your friends as they continued to throw the book around as if it were a football. 

"Give it back!" Ah. And then there was Dib. The strange boy in your class that went on and on about aliens and saving the earth from Zim, your other absurd classmate. He took another jump, swiping his arm out in a desperate attempt to reclaim what was his. His fingers gently grazed the binding, only to be yanked back by his trench coat at the hands of Torque Smacky. This was what qualified as a middle school prank. Admittedly, you had thought it was a bit funny at first. That was until your friends began to run to the edge of campus, spitting hurtful words back at the clearly unathletic Dib, who was wheezing and struggling to keep up with your group. 

"Soulstealers? Chupacabras? You are actually insane." Jessica laughed as she flipped through what seemed to be his personal supernatural journal.

"This is why nobody likes you, Dib. You're a freak." Smacky shoved him hard, his body colliding with the chainlink fence. You winced at the rattling it caused and the look in his eyes as he hunkered down into himself, slouching against the fence. The one thing you could say about him was that he was not one to give up easily, if at all. And yet, he looked defeated, deciding to take the lickings and wait until they lost interest. You couldn't take it anymore. 

You were always well liked by everyone. Everyone adored you and your pleasant attitude, always gravitating towards and revolving around you as if you were their sun. And although you stood behind those that you called your friends, you couldn't just sit there and watch how they treated Dib. He was definitely out there, sure, and maybe you didn't understand everything he said, but there was a line you had to draw. He was never hurting anyone. If he wanted to believe in aliens, who were you to stop him?

"Guys, that's enough. Knock it off." You spoke up for the first time in that encounter, snatching the book from Jessica's hands. Your friends, whom most would label as 'the popular crowd', all stared at you. Not necessarily in anger. More so shock. "Here." You tossed the notebook back to him, lips moving in a silent 'I'm sorry'. His hands fumbled the book, almost dropping it as he too stared at you with disbelief. Why would you help him? Weren't you friends with those who antagonized him?

"Thanks-"

"Shut it. Just feel lucky they stepped in." Smacky retreated a few feet back from him, glaring at him all the while.

"Let's go. It was getting boring anyways." Jessica turned swiftly on her heel, every one of your friends following her. Glancing one more time at Dib, you nodded to him, a movement that was so slight it was barely noticeable. Without another word, you jogged after your friends, catching up with them quickly.

Dib was left standing there, still leaning against the fence, notebook still clutched close to his chest. His mind was now full of questions, which was no different from its usual state. Why would you be nice to him? No one was ever nice to him. Especially not the popular kids. He began to wonder if, maybe, just maybe, you weren't as bad as the kids you spent your time with.

-

High school. Sometimes media would try and convince you that it was supposed to be some magical experience that would change your life, that your entire character could be rebuilt from the ground up. If that were completely true, why had everything remained an almost exact carbon copy of the way it's been since your earlier days? Sure, you had changed a little bit. Different music taste, new style, trivial things like that. But, your friends and position on the social ladder? Exactly the same. You had stayed in the popular pool, friends still adoring you, and despite questioning their actions and morals many a time, you adored them as well. If anything, you were more popular than ever.

Dib had also remained the same. Always squabbling with Zim, causing a scene, being made fun of and ostracized daily. He was still the local loser, but at this point he was owning it. He never did have the patience to be someone he was not. That was one thing you admired about him, one thing you could never be. You didn't think anyone you were close to could ever truly be themselves. The only thing that felt different about him was his more 'fuck you' attitude to those who antagonized him. He still wouldn't fight back, but he had developed a tougher skin, almost paying no mind to any insults. He knew what was right in his mind, if no one would believe him, their loss. 

Over the years, you had many classes with Dib. You had grown rather fond of him, at the very least he believed in something that wasn't ridiculously vapid. And, despite coming off as a bit of a nervous dork in some instances, he was surprisingly self-assured, for the most part. You were proud to admit to yourself that you looked forward to see him almost every day. 

Twisting the knob on the classroom door, you let yourself in, eyes resting on the familiar dark-haired nerd, his face taken up by the same large glasses he's had for as long as you could remember. Waving, you approached his table, watching him straighten up almost immediately.

"Morning, Dib. How're you doing?" You always liked to ask him how things were going for him, knowing that he never was given concern very often. No one in your class would ask him how his life was, his sister, at least to you, seemed to not care, and from what you knew, his dad was some prestigious scientist that was always busy. 

"Hey, Y/n. And, um, I'm doing alright! What about you?" His smile was bright, cheeks just the slightest bit flushed as he drummed his fingers on the tabletop. You felt a giggle escape you as you witnessed this. Every morning, despite having the exact same routine, he always seemed to be taken aback that you were asking how he was doing, that you were even the tiniest amount of invested in his life. 

"Fine, I guess. What about your ghosts and aliens?" You weren't sure that you believed in all of that crap, but if he took an interest in it and he wasn't harming anyone, who were you to stop him? "Oh, and I want an update on that werewolf you found in your trash." Remembering the story he had told you yesterday, you figured you would ask for a follow up to show your genuine encouragement.

"Oh, that! Uh, well...it turns out it was just some really hairy homeless guy rummaging through our garbage, but...as for aliens, I watched Zim's robot eat a baby. That was equal parts disturbing and intriguing." He shuddered, having flashbacks to whatever went down last night. 

"His dog that he brought to pet day last year?" Thinking back to that day, it was a little strange. All hell broke loose, his dog going absolutely insane. It was a blessing he didn't end up destroying the entire school. Only the east wing. Lady luck was on your side that day, that was for sure. 

“Yeah, GIR. The lip smacking noises really made it horrible." A cringe settled onto his features, and you felt it spreading to yourself as well. As much as you didn't believe that Zim was an alien (he was definitely odd and uncomfortable, that you would admit), you could see his dog consuming a human child.

"Geez. I'm sorry I asked." A chuckle fell from your lips, wishing to move past the disturbing imagery brought on by his response. Luckily for you, your teacher had announced the start of class, sending you back to your seat without having to think of a subject change. 

"Tired of your charity work yet?" Jessica asked as you sat down in your usual seat across from her. Pressing your lips in a tight line, you pulled out your notebook and pencil, choosing to ignore her comment. You had always hated the abysmal way your friends treated Dib. So what if he was a bit weird? You felt bad for him, he had no one to talk to besides Zim, and he ate lunch with his sister every day. "Come on, please don't tell me you actually want to be his friend."

"I never said that...it's just...he seems so lonely." Ever since you could remember, you had been surrounded by friends. It was near impossible to hate you. You had never known what it was like to be all on your own, cursed to be a lone wolf. To you, it seemed that being alone was all Dib had ever experienced.

"He deserves it. He's a freak." Her answers were short and snappy as she tired of the subject. 

"Does he?" Did anyone deserve to be lonely solely for being a little off beat? You were the only one of your friends, hell, even the whole school, who seemed to disagree with her notion. The social outcasts and rejects wouldn't even associate with him. 

"Look, Y/n. I like you, I really do. We're friends. We have been for a long time. But if you become his friend, people are going to start talking." Your gaze fell to the tabletop, tired of this not-quite-argument. "You're too nice. I know you pity him, but think about your standing here. Popularity comes with a price."

"I didn't ask to be popular, okay? And at least if I were his friend, my social circle wouldn't be full of a bunch of dicks and stuck up bitches!" You spat, patience completely snapping. Jessica sat in a stunned silence, her eyes wide. That was the first time you had ever actively stood up to her. After a moment, you realized you were just a tad harsh, although she did deserve it. She was still your friend after all, and in her own twisted way, she was trying to look out for you. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that."

"We can talk about it later at lunch. Just calm down, alright?" Jessica brushed stray strands of blonde hair behind her ear, sticking her nose deep in her textbook for the first time in months. Sighing deeply, your eyes drifted to Dib's seat. His glance had already been on you, so you had managed to catch his eyes. His shoulders tensed from being caught staring, color creeping up his neck to his face. Before he could turn away, your lips quirked into a slight smile as you waved to him. It took him a second to register, but he returned the wave, a dorky grin plastered on his face. Again, you just couldn't see what was so bad about him.

"Dib, I swear to god, do you ever listen to me when I speak? You break my immersion-"

"You break my face. Yeah, I know." I laid on the couch, watching my sister play whatever VR game she was into at the time. All I did was start to ask her a question, I had barely gotten one syllable out before she cut me off. "It's important, I swear."

"Let me guess, Zim is eating waffles again?" Her voice was irritated, and I'm sure inside that head of hers she was wishing me to be dead. 

"No, actually-"

"He's hiding in his toilet? Ooh, or maybe he's trying to work the toaster." Okay, so maybe I interrupt her for admittedly meaningless things sometimes. Fine, a lot of the times.

"This has nothing to do with Zim!" Now I had her attention. She hesitated for just the slightest second before she resumed playing again.

"Oh? This had better be good, Dib." Her voice was no longer threatening, rather it held curiosity. Although she would never say it to my face, she was intrigued by what I had to say. 

"I need advice." Now, normally Gaz would be the last person on earth I would go to for this kind of thing, but I had already tried my dad, and lesson learned, never seek romantic advice from a man who is married to science. So, I had already exhausted pretty much all of my options. The internet was surprisingly not much help either.

"On what? How to stop bothering your sister?" Her words didn't match her tone at all. Besides, I knew that if she really wanted me out, she would remove me by force. I was suddenly beginning to wonder if this was a bad idea. After all, Gaz was very much...how to put this lightly...not romantically inclined. Still, she was my only hope at this point, and really, all I needed was someone to vent to. 

"I was thinking more along the lines of cliché high school romance?" My voice became higher and quieter as the sentence went on, and I was just barely cut off by Gaz's groan. Despite her attitude, she powered off her headset out of her own volition, which meant she was definitely interested in whatever I had to say. I pushed myself to where I was sitting up, Gaz falling back onto the couch next to me. 

"You're joking, right? You're asking me for advice?" I couldn't believe it either.

"Just hear me out?"

Fine. But if it's stupid I'm leaving." I already knew she wouldn't say no, but she still had to pretend it was a chore to listen to me.

"Okay, so you know Y/n, right?"

"The popular kid? They're so out of your league, Dib." She sounded condescending yet not surprised. I figured she had caught me staring at them at lunch multiple times. I had probably been pretty obvious about it. Thinking about that made me cringe, because Y/n most likely knows I stare at them all the time. If they didn't already hate me before, I'm sure they do now, they probably think I'm some sort of creepy stalker. Well, that's not the worst thing I've been called at school, so I'll take it, I guess.

"I know! And I told myself I wasn't going to fall for them, but I did. They actually talk to me though! Every morning in first period, and they wave to me in the halls, and god they have the cutest smile-"

"Dib! Okay! I get it, you're in love or whatever."

"I never said I was in love! It's just a crush. There's a difference." I watched her roll her eyes so hard I thought she might be transported to another dimension. Even I knew deep down I was lying through my teeth. All the little things had made me fall deeper into whatever my infatuation with Y/n was. Every glance, every little quip, every greeting...they all made my heart flutter and I would feel sick to my stomach every time I thought about them. It was a satisfying kind of sick, though. I knew I had been carrying these feelings for a long time. They had always been the first, if not the only, person to stand up for me when the teasing became too much. Of course I was going to fall in love, what else was to be expected?

"Yeah, sure. Whatever you say. But, do you even talk to them? No, you don't."

"So?" She was right. I never went out of my way to approach them. We would share short and simple conversations, but only when they spoke to me first. I was always too scared. They were the only person who could make me nervous and doubt myself anymore. The reasonable part of me told me that if I just went up to them, they would welcome the conversation. But, something was always stopping me. I held them on a pedestal, so much so that I believed making any move at all to be impossible. Y/n for me is unattainable, someone I was never meant to have. They were part of the untouchables, the most popular and worshiped kids in school. I'm just the freakshow who attracts all the wrong kinds of attention. And yet, something was pushing me to just reach for it.

"You're going to shoot your shot, aren't you." Her voice was flat. It wasn't a question. Rather, a statement that we both already knew to be true. 

"Well, you know what they say. If you shoot for the moon, you're bound to at least land among the stars."

"I don't think that applies to this, unless your version of 'among the stars' is being taken out behind the school and beaten until you see stars." Ah, Gaz. Always so encouraging. What would I do without her?

"Do you think it's a bad idea?"

"Of course! It's a terrible idea! But, it would be kind of funny to watch..." A smirk crept onto her face, which would have been unnerving if my thoughts weren't already racing to think of how I would even accomplish this. 

"So, you're in?"

"I would never miss a chance to watch someone kick the shit out of you."

-

Without a doubt, you were spaced out. To the point where you barely noticed what had been left behind in your locker, almost crushing it with your multiple textbooks. 

"What the...?" You pulled out a small bouquet of flowers and a note from your locker, even more confused than when you first saw it. For starters, you weren't sure how it had gotten in there in the first place. You were sure it was locked and that no one knew the combo. Unless someone broke into it with brute strength or some advanced skillset. If that wasn't enough to drive you crazy, the note was anonymous. No name, no nothing. It was typed as well, so you couldn't even analyze the handwriting if you wanted to. The contents of the note contained a love confession, and you weren't quite sure where to even begin with suspects. There were many people who had crushes on you, some even within your own friend group. Even still, the note was odd. It sounded like nobody in particular, the wordage making it seem like it could be from anyone and no one at the same time.

"Hey, Y/n. What'cha got there?" Jessica came up behind you, eyeing the flowers with intrigue. The two of you were back to being on good terms. This was how your friendship normally worked, for as long as you could remember anyway. 

"A secret admirer, apparently." You mumbled, handing her the note to read. Clearly, the person had no intention of outing themselves. They were hoping for you to catch on. From the tone in the note, you guessed it had to come from someone who felt they had no place in confessing. That could be anyone, for literally any reason. Maybe they were your best friend, or a social reject. 

"No way! We have to find out who this is."

"I dunno, they seem to be trying really hard to keep their identity a secret."

"But what if it's someone hot?" She poked you in the side, her face pleading with you to let her assist in finding out who left the gift as she passed the note back to you.

"But what if it's Zim?" You doubted it was him. As far as you were concerned, you pretended he didn't exist, and he seemed to hate your guts, which was completely fine by you. The two of you burst out laughing as you put the flowers back in your locker so you could retrieve them after school. "But, maybe I don't want to know."

"Lame." She huffed as you began your walk to class. You folded the note, stuffing it deep in your pocket. You hated that you knew you wouldn't be able to let this go. You felt the need to solve the mystery. Although you had no clue where to even begin, there was one person you hoped it would be from. He was your main suspicion, even though a part of you wondered if that was due to wishing for it to be so.

"Can we please just be lowkey about this? If I decide to pursue this, I want to keep it hushed. Word spreads like wildfire here."

-

Well, you were absolutely right about one thing. Word travels fast in high school, especially if it's drama. Left and right, you had people asking if you had found the unknown Romeo who had broke into your locker. You were disappointed but not surprised. You had expected Jessica to talk. Her lips were about as tightly sealed as a window in summertime. So far, everyone had their own theories. The wildest one you had heard was that it was from one of your teachers. You were immediately disgusted with that, and how desperately you desired to unhear that statement. 

Nevertheless, you had started to feel more confident in your own personal favorite guess. There had been one certain individual who was particularly silent through the whole matter, almost uncharacteristically so. 

Lunch time. The perfect time to gain confirmation of your theory. Tray of borderline unedible garbage in hand, you strode to your usual table, which seated all of the school's finest and most elite in terms of the social ladder. Instead of taking a seat like everyone expected, you continued to walk, not stopping until you reached the very last table in the back, which sat only two: the Membrane kids. Setting your tray down, you took a seat across from Dib, who stared in utter shock and amazement. The sister looked up from her Game Slave, glance so brief you weren't entirely sure if it had even happened. Without a word, she rose from her seat, leaving the lunch room completely, most likely to continue playing in the hallway. Let's face it, no one was going to eat the shit they served anyway. You hoped he would say something, anything that would be incriminating. However, only the usual din of the cafeteria could be heard, the occasional murmur of your table switch slipping through. 

You couldn't handle any more of the surrounding clatter of trays, laughter, and indecipherable words, so you decided to speak. "Hey, Dib. You like mysteries, right?" The poor boy looked helpless, red up to the tips of his ears, eyes refusing to meet yours. 

"Sure..." You could feel his knee bumping the table as he bounced his leg at about a hundred miles per minute. You had him right where you wanted him, and he knew it. You both did. In that moment, you knew it was him. It had to be. He was acting even stranger than usual. Based on his behavior, he knew you had cracked the case. Thinking back, it should have been fairly obvious from the beginning. 

"Well, something strange happened this morning. And since mysteries are kind of your thing, I was wondering if you could help me?" You were trying to coax him into saying the words you needed so desperately to hear. And yet, he was so stubborn.

"Alright, I could, you know, give it a go, I guess." Maybe he wasn't stubborn, maybe this was him playing out his last hope that you still were clueless on who it could be.

"I found something interesting in my locker this morning. Some very pretty flowers and a lovely little note, but unfortunately, it was anonymous. So, I guess I have a secret admirer on my hands." By gauging his reaction, you could tell he wasn't about to relent any time soon. He nodded his head, lips pursed in a tight line.

"Well, that's a tough one." Vague answers, saying as little as possible. You were getting nowhere, and would be getting nowhere. He was really going to make you say it, wasn't he?

"Yes. I have my suspicions. Would you like to hear them?" He didn't respond at all, fingers drumming nervously on the table. He still wouldn't own up to it. You decided to give him one last chance to confess, saying no more and staring directly at him. Hoping the pressure would bring him to spill, you thought your breath would catch in your throat when he opened his mouth to speak.

"Did you do the math homework last night?" His voice was almost an octave higher than normal, and there was a slight wobble to it. You could only fix him with a glare. Unbelievable. He was trying to get out of this by changing the subject. There was no way in hell you were letting that happen.

"I know it's you, Dib."

"Oh...you do?" His voice was so soft and faint that you had to strain to hear it. His eyes fell to the floor, as if trying to will a wormhole to open beneath his feet to swallow him so he could be anywhere but there in that moment.

What Dib was expecting to happen was for laughter to spill from your lips, followed by you telling him that you could never in a thousand years like someone like him, that his chances were below zero. 

Some pearls of laughter did escape you, but it wasn't malicious. Even Dib, in his most insecure and vulnerable state could see that. Throughout the day, you were itching for this confrontation. You hoped it was him, you wanted it to be him. Not so you could throw it back in his face. This whole ordeal brought you to realize that you had somehow caught feelings for him as well. Your morning conversations about spooks, although mildly concerning at times, made your day, and you appreciated how passionate he was about his interests, even if you didn't completely understand them.

"Who knew you were such a dorky, hopeless romantic?" You didn't think it was possible, but the blush that stained his face darkened at your words that were broken by giggles. 

"So...you liked the flowers? Or were you just saying that?" His eyes finally met your own for the first time in what felt like ages. You could see he was slowly relaxing, although to him it probably felt as if he were still walking on eggshells. 

"Of course. I'll put them in my room when I get home." His lips pulled back into the cutest smile you had ever seen, and you thought your heart had melted on the spot. "Can I see your phone?" You blurted out, embarrassed of yourself. What ever happened to playing it cool?

"Should I be concerned?" A hint of worry crept into his voice, but regardless, he pushed his phone over to you. Taking it, you opened contacts and input your number, adding a small heart next to your name. As you glanced around the lunchroom, eyes had started to become glued to you. You had been sitting there much too long, and many were taking notice. Standing up, you slid the phone back to him, taking your uneaten tray in your hands.

"Call me sometime." Those were the final few words that were spoken as you made your way back to your usual table, leaving him to sit and stare in disbelief. As lunch drew to a close, you would shoot Dib occasional looks, waving happily whenever you caught his eyes. You let yourself dream that this was possibly the beginning of some blossoming high school romance. In your position, you had your pick of virtually anyone at your school. Nevertheless, you wouldn't have wanted anyone else to be your secret admirer. 

[chaneajoyyy]

Hey love 💕 Could you please suggest some MBJ/Killmonger fics that are complete? I’m dying of boredom and I just wanna binge-read

COMPLETED ERIK KILLMONGER SERIES

- tis’ the season series (and the blurbs), dont take it personal series, a catchfish christmas series and the blurbs), the horror of our love series, bedwarmer series (with t’challa and m’baku), musical oneshots series (i know, gangsta, gods and monsters, charm x e)-  @teakturn (all on AO3)

- i call bullshit series, no mercy series- @aloevverified (search: wmi masterlist)

- no place like home series, red bottoms series, strawberry shortcake series, into the depths series, can you handle it series, killing booth series, arguments series, crowning glory series, waiting to get home series, best friends series, line loves series-  @hearteyes-for-killmonger

- sudden reunions series, sorry loser series-  @supersizemeplz (search: masterlist)

- end in flames series- @bvlckgirlmvgix (search: erik killmonger x blackIreader)

- rekindle series- @soufcakmistress (search: masterlist)

- be careful sweetheart series- @avenging-fics

- desserts series- @forbeautyandlife

- you like what you see (may or may not be complete), me and your mama- @panthergoddessbast

- haunted heart series- @youreallyshouldtalkmore

-  mystery of the golden fang series, a map made in heaven series-  @youcantkillamutant (scroll for erik killmonger x black!oc)

- breaking boundaries & breaking walls series part 1- @kaytauru (scroll for #breaking boundaries)

- deal series- @wakandamama

- medicine series, child of mine series- @wakanda-inspired

- operation honeypot series, death of a bachelor series,  liberation series- @blackpantherimagines

- ring series- @blackpantherismyish

- fried green tomatoes series, his nightmare (or his queen) series, best you had series- @iliketowrite1996 (scroll for erik stevens x reader)

- what we used to be series, personal trainer series, on the run series,   @dacreskars (search: masterlist)

- n’jadaka’s helpful hands series-  @eerythingisshaka (scroll down page for masterlist)

- if ever there were angels series- @lesqui

-homewrecker series, grindin series, jp3 series- @shaekingshitup

- my king series- @justauthoring

- for you series- @marvellovegalore (scroll for marvel fanfiction)

- lady and the tramp series- @livingmybestfakelife (search masterlist)

- shae butter baby series- @nachtaiwrites (scroll for erik x reader)

- reckoning series, around the world and back series- @muse-of-mbaku (scroll for black panther mastersit)

- call out my name series, is it over? series- @oshaia (scroll for erikkillmonger)

- what you don’t do series- @wakandanblogger (scroll for erik killmonger x reader)

- i do care series- @cancerianprincess (scroll for erik x reader)

- havana series, snowball series, split part 1 (please read the whole series), drillmonger series, waiting in vain series- @erikismybitch (scroll page for updated masterlist you can’t miss it!)

-  heartbreak series- @artsninspo (scroll down for masterlist)

- sight series- @ghostfacekill-monger

- ember series part 1 ( do read the whole series-part of it is on her wattpad page @/nahimjustfeelingit-writes), the lagoon seiries, wet dreams series- @eye-raq (search: masterlist)

- kevin’s heart series, foot fetish headcanon (one-shot) series- @madamslayyy

- little girl series- @sweeter-thejuice (search: masterlist)

- oops series, east atlanta love letters series, loyal!erik blurg series- @another-imaginesblog

- spoiled series, thru the phone series- @princesskillmonger (scroll for erik killmonger imagine)

- blind date series- @cosmiceyegasms (scroll for cosmiceyegasms)

- dirt little secrets series,  @goddessofthundathighs (search: masterlist)

- loyalty series, changes series- @melaninmarvelgirl62

- sunsets series-  @mbakusprincess (search: masterlist)

- carried series- @ororowrites

- passenger seat series- @blackmissfrizzle

- a perfect crime series- @wikiwakanda (search: masterlist)

- my dope man series, the very best man series, home sweet home series (sequel to the very best man series), daddy time? series, go home erik series, coconut series, i love you king series, you don’t own me series-  @killmoncoochie (scroll for erik killmonger fic and coochiefic)

- a reward series-  @big-flop-energy- (scroll for leeleefic and

- hold your breath series- @njadont (scroll for erik x reader)

- leave a light on series- @mariamermaid (scroll for erik x reader)

- smoke and mirrors series (sequel is on her ao3-> madeline grey)- @lannisterkitty

- pray for me series- @thekrazykeke

- love galore series- @mbjslilthang

- bad at love series- @fandomnom

- the sweetest taste series- @wakandaforeverwrites

COMPLETED MBJ SERIES (I WILL BE ADDING INCOMPLETE FICS & (COMPLETED) ONESHOTS CAUSE THERE’S NOT A LOT OF COMPLETED ONES)

*=incomplete

*- pet peeve series (currently on wattpad)- @aspacefork

- life unexpected series*, midnight fm series*, you again series (with chadwick)*, hot girl summer (with chadwick), at the oscars (with chadwick), the reader wanting a bbl (with chadwick), honey love series (with chadwick)- @lady-love-and-glitter-roses

- loving her, need you by my side, busted, planning the future, false accusations, mesy, flirt, reconnect, can’t help myself, +2, instagram bae, hello mrs. jordan, dance for you-  @plussizeappreciationfics (scroll for michael b jordan x reader or michael b jordan x plus size reader)

- oooh...we got a house house?!, test, birthday fic, he was erik... (one shot for now)- @writerbee-ffs (scroll for michael b jordan x reader)

- comics are for nerds, unexpected surprise, sick times, it’ll be okay, love-  @running-on-fanfiction (search: michael b jordan)

- three times a charm?, late night shenanigans- @marvelouss-marvel

- split series (part 1) do read the series as a whole, just take both, nsfw- @erikismybitch

- red carpet tings- @mbjslilthang

- headcanons series- @atechnologicalmarvel (search: michael b. jordan)

-michael b jordan imagine where hes doing an interivew/red carpet thing and the person asks him where his gf is and not super into the hollywood life, michael and his gf get into a fights where she leaves and ends taking care of her, michael and his gf break up but still miss each other, michael and reader are dating and did a movie together and doing a cool photoshoot together, michael and you take your son to the black panther premiere and you annouces your pregnant again, imichael b jordan imagine where the reader is a famous singer and he goes to one of her concerts (she doesn’t know) and he surprises her backstage and they go out afterwards?, michael b jordan imagine where reader is a famous singer and she invites him to be in one of her music videos (where they play a couloe) and after the video they end up hooking up and start to like each other?- @fangirlfanwritings (search: michael b jordan)

- all mbj fics - @justimagaine (search: michael b jordan)

- imagine: joke, imagine: interview, having a puppy family would include...-@fandomnom (scroll for michael b. jordan)

- alphabet series (a is for arrest)*, soft kiss - @calif0rnia-lovers

*- beauty unit series- @mermaidchansons (search: michael b jordan)

- all mbj imagines- @celebrityyimaginees (scroll for michael b jordan x reader)

-nike air max 97, mornings- @teachallas (scroll for michael b jordan x reader)

- double trouble, movement, photo op, romcom tragedy-  @basickassandra (search: michael b jordan)

- molasses- @michaelbwriting

***IF I FORGOT ANYONE/STORIES FROM THOSE ALREADY LISTED PLEASE LET ME KNOW!!! SOME WRITER WHO I WANTED TO INLCUDE HAVE LEFT SO I COULDN’T ADD THEM***

[spidernerdsblog]

Homecoming

A/N : What if will be my personal take on Spiderman movies. This is an oneshot on Spiderman: Homecoming showcasing a platonic relationship between Peter Parker and Stark reader. Their relationship will evolve as per the sequels. Most of the original scenes from the movie is included. Trying something new hope you like this. Feedback and suggestions are always welcome.

Pairing : Peter Parker x Stark reader ( platonic)

Summary : After the events of Civil War the Avengers have broken Tony Stark is busy being a mentor to his new recruit Peter Parker aka Spiderman  who wants to prove that he is worthy to be a part of the Avengers. Things get interesting when he crosses path with none other than the heiress of Stark Industries Y/N Stark aka Ironheart. What does the future hold for them?

Warnings : mild language, suggestive themes.

“What?! I have to go to Midtown High!” You couldn’t believe your ears. 

“Whyyy?! What’s the problem with my present school?" 

"It’s my decision and it’s final.” Tony said firmly. 

“Mooom! You agreed to this?” you turned to Pepper with a puppy face. 

“Don’t look at me, it was your father’s decision." 

"But you are literally the CEO of Stark Industries, you are the one to decide.” You whined. 

“Uh uh little miss I still own Stark Industries and being your father I’m the CEO of your life. So Y/N H. Stark you are going to Midtown High to complete your studies.” “Besides Parker will be there you’ll be fine." 

"You mean the spider boy, your new recruit?" 

"Your dad thinks Peter will be a good influence on you. Taken for your ever growing rebellious behaviour." 

"He’s a nerd and how are you so sure that your pretty little daughter won’t corrupt your young apprentice.” You smirked, raising an eyebrow. 

“He’s a nice kid Y/N you’ll like him. And one more thing you are not allowed to carry your suit or any of the Stark tech during school hours." 

"You gotta be shitting me! This is so not done!" 

"Uh uh language young lady" 

"Now you also don’t start like Cap." 

Peter had resumed his studies at the Midtown School of Science and Technology after Tony Stark told him he is not yet ready to become a full Avenger. He made it a daily routine to report everything he does the whole day ` to Happy. 

Happy scoffs at the numerous incoming messages. 

"Who is it?” you wiggled your brows sitting at the backseat of your posh car. 

“Ain’t that lucky kiddo. As usual our Spiderling." 

"He’s quite dedicated I see."  You chuckle. 

Your car pulls over in front of your new school. Happy opens the door for you as you step out of the car and let out a deep breath in anticipation of the new life ahead. Happy followed you as you walked inside. You felt a little embarrassed and stopped him. 

"Happy you don’t need to escort me inside the school. I’m not a 5 year old. You can leave, I’ll be fine.” You assured him. 

You walked past the hallways you could feel all eyes were on you students whispering to themselves to see none other than Y/N Stark in their school. You kinda felt overwhelmed with the attention you got.

You walked a little when you caught sight of that familiar mop of brown hair. You never met Peter in person but you have seen him quite a few times in the compound you went and placed your hand on Peter’s shoulder. 

“Hey underoos!” Peter jumped back as he turned to look who called him by this name. And he was dumbfounded to see you. He had seen you in magazine covers and ofcourse in your social media handles but you were breathtakingly beautiful in real life even in just a simple sweatshirt paired with jeans and sneakers. Your hair let loose cascading down your shoulders. 

“Hey- hi you.. You must be Miss Stark. I’m Peter.. Peter Parker.” He fumbled 

“I know and it’s Y/N no need to be formal as we are gonna be classmates. Anyways how are you by the way after that whole…” He cut you off 

“Yea.. Yeah I’m fine. The Stark summit was really hectic but I got through it” He widened his eyes and nodded his head sideways. You got the hint and played along. 

“Great! Hey I was hoping you could show me around your school?" 

"It will be my pleasure to give you a tour of our school.” Flash dropped in between your conversation from nowhere pushing Peter aside. 

“Who the hell are you?” you looked at him sceptically. 

“Oh sorry where are my manners, Flash - Flash Thompson.” he said with a smug face. 

“Oh! nice to meet you but I’m not currently into flashy things so if you would excuse us.” You shut him up. 

“Shall we?” you turned to Peter. 

“Yeah - yeah sure.” Peter stuttered. 

“You are Ned Leeds right? Nice to meet you too.” You gave a smile and walked past them. 

“Oh she knows my name.” Ned freaked out. 

**************************************

“Students I would like to introduce you to your new classmate Miss Y/N Howard Stark.” Ms Warren introduced you.

“Hello everyone would really appreciate it if you call me by my name.” You said coyly and then went back to your seat. Ms Warren carried on with the class. 

“An object is thrown vertically with a velocity of v. What is its velocity at the highest point…" 

"0m/s.” You answered casually while taking notes in your notebook even before Ms Warren could finish her question. The whole class stared at you for your lightning speed answer. You felt intimidated with their stare. 

“Umm when examining vertical motion, the vertical velocity will always be zero at the highest point. At this point, the acceleration from gravity is working to change the motion of the ball from positive to negative. This change is represented by the x-axis on a velocity versus time graph. As the object changes direction, its velocity crosses the x-axis, momentarily becoming zero.” You explained your answer. You were indeed beauty with brains. 

“Thank you Y/N" 

"So let’s move on to the next question, how do we calculate linear acceleration between points A and B? Flash raised his hand. 

"Flash”

“Uh it’s the product of the sine of the angle and the gravity divided by the mass.”

“Nope”

“Peter you still with us?” He was busy looking at his own spiderman footage. 

“Umm yeah, yeah" 

"Uh mass cancels out so it’s gravity times sine”

“See flash being the fastest is not always the best, if you’re wrong. The whole class burst into laughter. 

During recess Peter kept staring at Liz with lovestruck eyes who was busy organising for the homecoming. 

"Did Liz get a new top?” he asked Ned. 

“Oh no you have seen it before but not with that skirt." 

"Probably we should stop staring before it gets creepy though." 

"Too late.You guys are losers.” MJ quipped. 

“Then why do you sit with us?" 

"Because I don’t have any friends." 

"Hey who said you don’t have friends. Mind if I sit?��� you chirped. 

“No not at all." 

"It’s Y/N by the way Y/N Stark." 

"Michelle Jones, call me MJ." 

"And you creepos are really hopeless. Just go and tell her what you feel.” You snickered. 

“No I’m fine.” Peter got up abruptly flustered.

************************************** 

The school decathlon team was practicing in the hall whilst Peter tried to make Mr Harrington understand that he would be unable to participate. 

“Peter, it’s nationals. Is there no way you could take one weekend off?" 

"I can’t go to Washington because if Mr Stark needs me then I have to make sure that I am here." 

"You have never been in the same room with Tony Stark.” Flash jabbed. 

“Wait, what’s happening?” Cindy asked. 

“Peter’s not going to Nationals." 

"No, no, no.” Cindy said

“Why not?” Abraham smacks the bell.

“Really, right before Nationals?” Liz scowled. 

“He already quit marching band and robotics lab.” MJ pointed out as all the students stared at her. 

“I’m not obsessed with him, I’m just very observant!” MJ clarified. 

“Flash you’re in for Peter." 

"Pfff…. I don’t know, I gotta check my calendar first. I gotta hot date with black widow coming up.”

“That is false!” Abraham smacks the bell again. 

“What did I tell you about using the bell for comedic purposes? Mr Harrington warned him. 

You mistakenly stumbled into the room where the practise was going on, everyone’s attention shifted towards you. 

"Oh! sorry I was just looking for the robotics lab.” You apologized. 

“Hey Y/N can join us too.” Flash suggested. 

“Join you where?” you frowned. 

“Our academic decathlon team as Parker has chickened out." 

"No, no Flash there has been strict instructions from Mr Stark that Miss Stark should not be engaged in any kind of extracurricular which requires her to go out of the school premises for safety reasons.” You cringed internally.

“Umm first of all Mr Harrington with all due respect please call me by my name I am just a normal student of yours like others over here. And secondly screw my old man I’m in only if you are okay with that." 

"We will be glad to have a genius like you, welcome to the team Y/N." 

Peter was just waiting for the school bell to ring. As soon as the bell rang he ran out of school jumping off the gate. 

"Nice jump.” You appeared from the side startling him. 

“Sorry didn’t mean to startle you again." 

"Uh it’s OK. You didn’t go home?" 

"Nah my dad is on a trip to India so no one there to watch over me. And I’m not going to miss this opportunity so thought of exploring Queens today as I’m new here." 

"And this place will be my second home till I graduate but first I need to grab something to eat I’m starving." 

"I know a place that has the best sandwiches in Queens.”

“Great! Then what are we waiting for? Let’s go.” You chirped. 

You followed Peter as he led you to the place. 

“What’s up Mr. Delmar?” Peter greeted him as you entered the store. 

“Hey Mr Parker, no. 5 right?" 

"Yeah and with pickles can you squish it down real flat? Thanks.”

“And who is this pretty lady?" 

"She is Y/N Stark, our new classmate." 

"You got lucky kid.” Mr Delmar smirked. 

“Oh no it’s.. It’s nothing like that.” Peter got nervous. 

“Yeah I’m new here he is just showing me around.” You backed him up. 

“How’s your aunt?" 

"Yeah she’s alright." 

"La tía de este, es una italiana que está buenísima.” Mr Delmar says to his co-worker. 

“¿Cómo está tu hija?” Peter stuck out his tongue a little. 

“Damn!"you giggle, smacking Peter’s arm slightly shocked and impressed by his comeback. 

”$16" Mr Delmar demanded. 

“It’s $8" 

"For that comment $16”

“Hey C'mon I was joking, I was joking. Here $8." 

"So how’s school?" 

"Ah you know boring got better things  to do." 

"Stay at school kid, stay at school otherwise you’re gonna end up like me.”

“wow this is great!" 

"Best sandwiches in Queens!" 

You turned to leave as Peter got the sandwiches. 

"She’s beautiful,” Mr Delmar mouthed to Peter. 

Peter raised his hands dismissively and mouthed “no”. 

Peter handed you the sandwich after coming out of the shop. 

“Thanks I owe you a sandwich.Okay then see you at school tomorrow." 

"You can go on your own right?” Peter asked before leaving. 

“Yeah Peter I’m Ironheart I can take care of myself." 

"Then I better go." 

"Yeah bye goodluck with your spidermaning." 

That very night you saw the news of Spiderman preventing criminals from robbing an ATM with their advanced weapons. On the other hand as Peter tries to sneak into his apartment after stopping the robbery, Ned discovers his secret identity. 

Ned was so excited to know that his best friend is an avenger he bombarded him with questions the next day. During gym class Ned and Peter overhear Liz’s conversation with Betty about her crush on spiderman. Ned tries to help Peter. 

"Peter knows Spiderman!” Ned blurted out garnering everyone’s attention towards them. 

“Uh - no I don’t no I - I mean.” Peter stammered. 

“They are friends.” Ned added. 

“Yeah like coach Wilson and Captain America are friends.” Flash made fun of him. 

“I - I met him yeah a couple of times but it’s a- through the Stark internship. 

Yeah well I’m really not supposed to talk about it.” He glared at Ned. 

“That’s awesome! hey why you know what may be you should invite him to liz’s party right?" 

” Yeah I’m having people over tonight more than welcome to come.“

"You’re having a party?" 

"Yeah it’s gonna be dope you should totally invite your personal friend spiderman.”

“Umm”

“It’s okay I know Peter is way busy for parties anyways so”

“Oh c'mon he’ll be there right Parker?" 

You were standing beside MJ irritated with Peter and Ned’s childish behavior witnessing the whole drama unfold. When Flash tried to woo you again. 

"Hey Y/N you are very much welcome too. I know these are not your kind of parties but I’ll make sure you’re comfortable.”

“Thanks Flash will give it a thought.” you gave a tight lipped smile. 

“What are you doing?"  Peter snapped at Ned. 

"Helping you out. Did you not hear that? Liz has a crush on you!” Peter opened his mouth to say something stopping midway realising Ned was right. 

“Dude you’re an avenger if anyone of us has a chance with a senior girl it’s you." 

As everyone was leaving you briskly walked towards Peter pulling him aside. 

"What the fuck was that?!” You muttered in his ears. You were about to say more but you stopped seeing Ned coming near. 

“He knows.” Peter pointed towards Ned. 

“Okay so what the fuck was that?! You said out loud this time to both of them. 

"We are not supposed to swear in school.” Ned interrupted you. 

“Ned better not make me open my dictionary.” You glowered at him. 

“You do know right what my dad is capable of doing if he comes to know that you are using your superhero identity as a trick to woo some girl?” you snapped at Peter. 

“But- but I didn’t say anything. It was Ned.”

“C'mon Y/N don’t be a buzzkill Peter really likes Liz this is his only chance.” You huffed rolling your eyes. 

“Do whatever you please but being a girl myself I can assure you that this won’t work you dumbasses." 

******************************************

Though you didn’t want to come to this party because this is nothing to the parties you are used to attending but you gave in for MJ. You two sort of have become really close friends so you couldn’t say no to her. 

” Oh my god hi guys, cool hat Ned.“

’‘Hi liz” Ned and Peter both greet her.

“I’m so happy you guys came." 

"There’s pizza and drinks. Help yourself.”

“It’s a great party” Peter complimented.

“Thanks. Have fun.” Liz goes to attend other guests.

“Dude what are you doing? she’s here spider it up" 

"No, no, no I can’t - I cannot do this”

“Y/N was right, spiderman is not a party trick." 

"Look I’m gonna be myself" 

"Peter nobody wants that” Ned said bluntly

“Dude!” Peter seemed offended. 

“Penis Parker what’s up?” Flash quipped. 

“Where’s your pal spider man? Let me guess in Canada with your imaginary girlfriend." 

Flash as usual started bullying him, you felt like punching him right at his face but then you thought Peter brought it upon himself and why are you even feeling sorry for a boy you have known for just a few days. Peter went off to the terrace to change into his spiderman suit. He didn’t feel right about what he was doing. Just then he saw an explosion far away and he went off to see what’s the matter. After sometime you noticed Peter was nowhere to be found. 

Later in the night when you came back home you got to know about Peter and how he came across a gang of criminals selling high tech weapons. He went to save the guy who was buying the weapons and got caught in a fight with a vulture guy who dropped him in a lake, he nearly drowned after becoming tangled in the parachute built into his suit for his safety. Thanks to your dad, who was monitoring the Spider-Man suit sent a rescue bot to save him.

Next day at school Peter was trying to dismantle the weapon as he repeatedly hit it with a hammer to separate the glowing core and study it. 

"Hey thanks for bailing on me.” Ned grimaced. 

“yeah well something came up.” Peter muttered showing Ned the glowing core he retrieved from the crime scene. 

“Woah! what is that?" 

"I don’t know, some guy tried to vaporize me with it.”

“Seriously? awesome!” Peter frowned. 

“I mean not awesome, totally uncool, that guy so scary." 

"I think it’s a power source" 

"Yeah but it’s connected with these microprocessors that’s an inductive charging plate that’s what I use to charge my toothbrush.” Ned explained. 

“Whoever is making these weapons is obviously combining the alien tech with ours." 

"It’s literally the coolest sentence anyone has ever said. I just wanna thank you for letting me be part of your journey into this amazing." 

"Hey I heard you were dunked into the lake by some flying vulture guy. How are you now?” you suddenly walked in. 

Peter jumped out of his skin in fear as he and Ned scrambled to hide the glowing object from you. 

“Yea..yeah I’m..I’m fine.” he said nervously. 

“What’s the matter?” you frowned looking at their horrified expressions. 

“Uh- nothing" 

"Why do I have a feeling that you guys are hiding something from me?” you eyed him sceptically. 

“Hiding, wha…what will I be hiding from you?” he stuttered. You narrowed your eyes in suspicion. 

“It’s boys stuff girls can’t know.” Ned backed him up. 

“Huh! Okay.. Whatever…” you scoffed rolling your eyes.

“Anyways the reason I came to you is Dad is back from his trip and he asked me to tell you to stop by the compound today after school." 

"What!? Really??Any new mission?” His face lit up in excitement. 

“Oh no, no he has something to do with you in the lab." 

"Oh okay.”

Later in the day after school you were in the lab engrossed in working on some new upgrades for your suit. 

“Hey” Peter said timidly. You turned. 

“Oh hi there, was waiting for you only." 

"You said Mr Stark had some work with me." 

"Yeah he has but an urgent meeting came up so he told me to do the work instead.He’s probably making some new upgrades for your suit and told me to take a body scan of yours." 

"Oh that’s cool." 

"Okay now take off your clothes."  you turned and continued working on the control panel.

"What?!" 

"FRIDAY needs to scan your body so hurry up we don’t have the whole day” you reasoned. 

“Bu..But” he stammered. 

“Oh C'mon don’t be so confident about yourself I won’t swoon over seeing you in just your boxers.” You scoffed. 

“Umm okay.” Peter turned around and started taking off his clothes hesitantly. 

You turned around and instantly regretted because the sight for you was to behold. You actually thought you would swoon over seeing his chiselled back muscles. He is definitely over dressed to give away what’s underneath. You were grateful Peter wasn’t facing you to see you all flustered.

“Okay Peter you stand on that platform.” You instructed. 

He turned around facing you and now you could see his toned abs in full glory. 

“Fuck!” you cursed under your breath. For a moment you felt the air was knocked out of your lungs. You felt your chest tighten as you gasped for air, a heat rising in your body. You cleared your throat trying to ease the tension. 

“Man you are ripped why don’t you wear a little less clothing at school maybe it can help Liz to notice you.” Peter blushed at your comment. 

You tapped some buttons on the panel as FRIDAY did the scan. 

“So what upgrades is Mr Stark working on?” Peter asked, putting back his clothes on.”

“I don’t know, he said he’s working on something and I’m least interested in things which aren’t related to me." 

"Okay then see you later.” Peter pursed his lips smiling. 

“yeah bye” you got busy with your work. Peter turned to leave as he stopped in his tracks and turned back. 

“Y/N" 

"Yeah?" 

"Best of luck for the decathlon.” he smiled softly. 

“Oh thanks.”

“Okay then bye.”

“Hmm bye.” You smiled. 

*****************************************

Back at Peter’s apartment, he and Ned were tracking the homing beacon that Peter attached to the arms dealer. The tracking device on Schultz leads to Maryland which was not far away from D.C., which makes Peter reconsider his decision to join the decathlon team. 

Next day when the team was about to leave for D.C. Peter showed up. 

“Hey it’s Peter.” Cindy exclaimed

“Peter?” Liz frowned.

“Hey I was hoping if I could rejoin the team.”

“No, no way you can’t just quit on us and stroll up and be welcomed back by everyone” Flash protested.

“Hey Peter! welcome back! Flash you are back to first alternate." 

"What?!”

“He’s taking your place.” Abraham laughed. 

“Uh excuse me, can we go already? I was hoping to catch in some protesting in front of some embassy before dinner .” MJ quipped. 

“Protesting is patriotic. Let’s get on the bus." 

Flash was furious as he took off his blazer and threw it at Peter. 

You became suspicious with Peter’s sudden change in plans and kept an eye on Peter the whole bus ride. 

At the hotel room after a lot of pleading Ned agreed in helping Peter disable the tracker your dad  implanted in the Spider-Man suit, and unlock its advanced features. Peter sneaks out of the hotel room but is stopped by Liz who asks him to loosen up a bit and have fun with everyone near the swimming pool. He was first tempted in spending time with his crush but his duties as spiderman stopped him from doing so and he also wanted to prove his worth to his mentor Tony Stark. 

With a heavy heart he swings off to stop Toomes from stealing weapons from a D.O.D.C. truck, but instead gets trapped inside, causing him to miss the decathlon tournament. When he discovers that the power core is an unstable Chitauri grenade, Peter races to the Washington Monument. 

Midtown High won the competition and Mr Harrington took you all for a visit to the Washington Monument. Peter tries to warn Ned about the explosive he’s been carrying around but it goes in vain. The Chitauri core gets unstable as it gets exposed to radiation in the x-ray scanner during security check in. You all boarded the elevator whilst the tour guide gave you the details about the Monument.  

Ned threw his bag away as he felt some vibrations coming from it. The core detonated causing a massive explosion shaking the whole building as a crack developed on the roof of the elevator. Everyone cried out in panic as you all got trapped inside it. You immediately put on your AI powered glasses that you snuck off from the lab incase of emergency. 

"FRIDAY??” you asked for the status report. 

“The emergency exit is blocked by debris of rubble Miss Stark.” FRIDAY informed. 

“So I need to blast off the blocked exit.” You activated your custom wrist watch which just like your dad’s watch turned into your Ironheart gauntlet giving access to your suit’s repulsor.

“Everybody duck down and cover your heads.” You commanded aiming your repulsor to the blocked exit and blasting it off. 

The door was cleared and slowly the rescue team started pulling you all out of the elevator one by one. But you knew very well the commotion had reduced the impact time for the elevator to fall. You really wished you had your suit with you. The cables snapped as the elevator started falling with Ned, Liz and Mr Harrington in it. Fortunately Spiderman was right on time as he webbed it up and pulled the elevator up eventually saving everyone. 

The news of the whole incident was everywhere as you all were escorted out of the building by the security officials. MJ came running and hugged you. 

“Oh! Y/N I was so scared. You okay?" 

"Yeah fortunately.”

A few minutes later Happy arrived at the place, he hurriedly came to you. 

“Oh God Y/N you alright?" 

"Yes Happy I’m fine see not a single scratch.”

“Save that for your dad he is so mad at us for letting you come here alone." 

"I’ll handle him, don’t worry. Let’s go home then?" 

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Back at the compound you were about to go to your room but was stopped by your dad he looked angry. 

"Where do you think you are going young lady? Don’t you think you have got some explanation to do?" 

"For what?” you asked bluntly. 

“For participating in a school event and carrying the stark tech with you which I had forbidden." 

"Tony I don’t think it’s the right time, we should be glad she came home safe and sound from that horrifying accident, let her rest. We can do this later and I was the one who gave her permission. It wasn’t even her fault." 

"Uh uh Pepper don’t guard her. Let her speak because this wouldn’t have happened if she didn’t defy my orders in the first place.”

“Dad, what is the use of going to school if I don’t participate in the co curricular activities? It’s better you homeschool me if you have got so much problem." 

"Because unlike others your life is always under mortal danger because of your father’s job. And he is always trying hard to protect the only two precious things in his life. But you have made it a motto of your life to defy each and everything I say." 

"Oh yeah and if I hadn’t carried my repulsors with me then your precious daughter would have been dead by now.” You jabbed. 

“You are not using that tone with me little miss you are grounded for two weeks." 

"What! That’s outrageous!” you protested. 

“You heard me now go back to your room.”

“Why did you even bring me back? I was better off at my boarding school." 

"Because your father cares about your safety." 

"The only thing you care about is your reputation. That is why the avengers broke up in the first place. That is why Cap is not with us nor is Nat." 

"Now you are crossing your limit girl.”

“You never saw me as your daughter dad, admit it you just see me as your heiress. It has always been about you and your goddamn ego!!” your face reddened with anger. 

“That’s it I had enough of your reckless behaviour go to your room now!” Tony lost his temper. 

“As long as you are under my roof you are bound to follow whatever I say!" 

"Fine then I’m leaving!!” tears spilled out your eyes. 

“Where do you think you are going at this hour?" 

"Wherever my eyes lead me to!!” You yelled. 

“Y/N! Wait!” Pepper called you back but you ran off rubbing your eyes. 

Tony collapsed on the couch holding his head. Pepper sat beside him rubbing his shoulder. 

“Was I hard on her?” he asked weakly. 

“I think you might have gone a little overboard with her Tony." 

"It was for her good only.’' 

"I know Tony you were just trying to protect her.”

“I think I failed to be a good father.”

“No Tony you have tried your best but she’s growing up now you have to understand that you can’t always keep her away from danger. You have to let her go, she has to learn to deal with the world on her own. Just have a little faith in her.”

“I mean if it wasn’t for Y/N carrying the repulsors with her they would have been trapped in the elevator for how long god only knows.” Pepper made him understand. 

“I know and I’m really proud of her." 

"Then show her that you are, everything she does is just to get a little appreciation from her dad.”

“Yeah you’re right maybe I have been a little cold towards her. I should go find her.”

“Don’t worry she’ll come back once she cools down. She is a Stark with the brains; she has inherited your stubbornness too, gotta deal with that.” Pepper chuckled trying to lighten the mood. 

“Didn’t know parenting will be so hard.” He chuckled. 

“Think about my condition then, I have to take care of a headstrong teenager as well as a man child." 

You had your earphones on as you walked briskly down the busy road. You weren’t paying much attention to your surroundings so you couldn’t hear the honking of the truck behind you but before it could hit you, you were swooped from the ground. You found yourself in the arms of none other than spiderman. 

"Peter if you drop me I swear I’m gonna blast your ass off.” You wriggled in his arms. 

“Just stop moving will you? Or else we both will fall.”

“Oh! my god I’m not looking anymore.” You buried your face in the crook of his neck panicking. 

He finally put you down on the terrace of a building and took his mask off. 

“What were you thinking?” He frowned. 

“What was I thinking!? Why the hell are you even here?!” you huffed 

“I just saved your life and you are yelling at me!”

“Nobody asked you to but thank you spiderman. Happy now?! “ You jabbed. 

"You could have got hurt Y/N” Peter said softly. 

“Why do you even care?!" 

"We are friends Y/N and that’s what friends do, they care." 

"Nobody cares about me Peter! Nobody!” you screamed. 

“Hey everything alright?” He asked with concern placing his hands on your shoulders. You soften a little bit as tears brimmed your eyes. Peter pulled you closer embracing you in a hug. You cried your heart out. 

“Hey it’s gonna be okay you can tell me.” He said caressing the back of your head. 

“I’m sorry I shouldn’t have yelled at you like that. Was in a bad mood, had a fight with dad.” You sniffled pulling yourself back from him. 

“Yeah I understood." 

"Care to tell why?" 

"You know my dad how control freak he can be. He was mad at me for carrying my repulsors and participating in the decathlon. So had an argument, things got heated and I ran out of the house." 

You both sat on the edge of the terrace. You took out two beer cans from your bag and handed one to him. 

"Here take" 

"I don’t drink plus it’s illegal" 

"Jeez you are really the embodiment of a perfect good boy just like my mom said.”

“Mom?”

“Yeah I know people get confused that why do I call Pepper mom but she is the best.”

“You are really close to her aren’t you?”

“That’s true.. Umm where to start actually. First of all I’m a product of one of my dad’s crazy night escapades which pretty sure didn’t go well because I’m here in front of you.” You chuckled. 

“My mom I mean my biological mother left me at his doorstep in a casket when I was around nine months as per I was told with a note." 

She’s yours. I can’t take her responsibility. 

"My dad initially was shocked and worried about his image and reputation in public after they would get to know about his secret daughter. He was up for giving me for adoption but then Pepper I mean my mom stepped in. She was ready to take up my responsibility while working for my dad. My dad agreed eventually. And since that day I have known her as my mother. My biological mother wouldn’t have done half of the things she has done for me all these years.”

“You and I are on the same page then. After my parents’ disappearance aunt May and uncle Ben looked after me as their own son. For me they will always be my parents.”

“At least you don’t have daddy issues, you didn’t have to wake up one fine day to know your dad has been kidnapped by the ten rings set up by Stane and then in no time the world knows him as the Ironman. Then he shipped me off to a boarding school citing my safety. Which I initially thought he didn’t want me around him but then our house got blown by the Mandarin and then I realized he maybe is worried about me. And then Avengers broke up and you came into our lives. Dad never praised me or even said that he liked me and I hated it when he praised you like non stop Peter is this, Peter is that. Can you imagine I was transferred to Midtown High because he wanted me to be with you so I could learn something from you.”

“I would say that’s an exaggeration. 

But now I get it why is he so fond of you. You are really a good guy Peter.”

“Thanks I guess.” Peter blushed. 

“Okay enough of my sob story. Now can you enlighten me spidey why was Ned carrying an explosive Chitauri core in his bag?" 

"Uh explosive.. What explosive??” Peter stammered. 

“Did anyone ever tell you that you are a terrible liar? Plus I had the place scanned by FRIDAY, now tell me the truth." 

"You can’t tell Mr Stark about this okay. I have come across a gang of criminals who are making illegal and deadly weapons with alien tech. I told Mr Stark about this but he despised me for getting involved in this." 

"Holy shit!! Dude you are sneaking behind my dad’s back. And he thinks you’re the purest soul on earth. So how much have you progressed with this?” you asked excitedly. 

“Not much actually.”

“Okay then best of luck detective Parker. By the way it was nice talking to you.”

“Anytime” Peter smiled

“One thing I can say Mr Stark loves you a lot Y/N that is why he’s so protective about you. Trust me I know sometimes it might feel a little annoying but when that person is gone from your life forever then you get to understand his worth. Don’t do anything that you might have to regret later.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

“Okay then let’s get you home shall we?”

“Yup need to apologise to my old man." 

You hold on to Peter tightly as you swinged across the city back to the compound. You tiptoed to the lab to find your dad working. 

"Hey Dad” you called out softly. Tony turned to see you standing at the door he got up and rushed to you hugging you tightly, heaving a sigh of relief. 

“Oh! Y/N you’re back! I’m so sorry for yelling at you like that.”

“I’m sorry too I should have listened to you.”

“No honey you did the right thing you saved so many lives and I’m proud of you.”

“Really?!” you were overwhelmed and shocked to hear that, this was the first time your father actually praised you. 

“Of course dear I’m so lucky to have a daughter like you. I know I have become a sort of overprotective father but can you forgive your old man? He just fears that you don’t turn out like him." 

"Hey I will be glad if I become just like you. You are the best.” You snuggled into him. 

***************************************

Spiderman became a hot topic in the whole school . Peter was overwhelmed with how everyone was talking about him. But to his luck the Principal sent him to detention for ditching the team. But Peter decided to sneak off from there to catch the bad guys. At home with the help of Karen he came to know about Aaron Davis the buyer he saved the other day. He went to confiscate him and persuaded Davis to reveal Toomes’ whereabouts that they were having a deal at the Staten Island Ferry at 11 am. He reached spot to catch them red handed. 

“Incoming call from Tony Stark.” Karen notified. 

“No, no, no. Don’t answer!” Peter panicked. 

“Mr. Parker, got a sec?" 

"Uh, I’m actually at school." 

"No, you’re not!” Karen said

“Nice work in DC, my dad never really gave me a lot of support and I’m just trying to break the cycle…" 

 "I’m kinda in the middle of something right now." 

"Don’t cut me off when I’m complimenting you. Anyway, great things are about to happen." 

The Staten Island Ferry horn goes off

"What is that?" 

"Uh, I’m at band practice." 

"That’s odd. Happy told me you quit the band six weeks ago. What’s up?" 

"I gotta go. End call!” Peter abruptly ended the call. 

“Hey!…”

Aboard the Staten Island Ferry, Parker captures Toomes’ new buyer Mac Gargan, but Toomes escapes when the FBI reaches the scene and interrupts Peter’s plans. A malfunctioning weapon explodes, tearing the ferry in half. Peter desperately tried to keep the ferry from falling apart by webbing them up but it went to vain as it wasn’t strong enough to hold the two halves. He held onto the ends of his webs in a last attempt to save the passengers in the ferry. Just then he felt the tension easing as a man shouted. 

“Yeah it’s Ironman and Ironheart!”

“Hi spiderman band practise was it?” Tony quipped. 

As soon as you got the news you and your dad came to the rescue. You both flew to the opposite sides and pushed the two halves of the ferry to join them together. Your dad then welded the joints with lasers to prevent them from falling apart again. 

“Mr Stark!”

“Hey Mr Stark! Can I do anything? What do you want me to do?” Peter asked. 

“I think you have done enough.”

“You can handle it from here right?” Tony asked you. 

“Yeah dad.” you assured him. 

“Talk to the feds and call in the Stark Relief Foundation.” he instructed. 

“Okay dad.”

“Let me go and have a word with our young rebel. Gosh you teenagers!” Tony scoffed and then flew to the high rise building where Peter was sitting sadness clouding his features. 

“Previously on Peter Screws the Pooch, I tell you to stay away from this. Instead, you hacked a multi-million dollar suit so you could sneak around behind my back doing the one thing I told you not to do." 

"Is everyone okay?” Peter asked weakly

“No thanks to you." 

"No thanks to me? Those weapons were out there, and I tried to tell you about it, but you didn’t listen. None of this would’ve happened if you’d just listened to me! If you even cared, you’d actually be here.” Peter ranted out. Tony  steps out of his suit to reveal that he is actually there

“ I did listen, kid. Who do you think called the FBI, huh? Did you know that I was the only one who believed in you? Everyone else said I was crazy to recruit a 14-year-old kid.”

“I’m 15." 

"No, this is where you ZIP IT, all right? The adult is talking! What if somebody had died tonight? Different story, right? 'Cause that’s on you. And if you died, I feel like that’s on me. I don’t need that on my conscience." 

"Yes sir. I’m sorry." 

"Sorry” doesn’t cut it.“

"I understand. I just wanted to be like you.”

“And I wanted you to be better. Okay, it’s not working out. I’m gonna need the suit back." 

"For how long?" 

"Forever." 

"No! No, no, no! Please, please, please.” Peter begged. 

“Let’s have it.” Tony was adamant. 

“You don’t understand. This is all I have. I’m nothing without this suit.” Peter said desperately 

 "If you’re nothing without this suit, then you shouldn’t have it, okay? God, I sound like my dad” Tony scoffed. 

"I don’t have any other clothes.” Peter said quietly. 

“Okay, we’ll sort that out." 

Peter went home all exhausted. Aunt May was hell worried about him. Peter finally broke down in front of her revealing that he lost the internship. May consoled him and asked him not to worry. Peter was sent to detention, MJ used to accompany him to cheer him up. 

You were talking to MJ as you saw Peter across the hall all gloomy. You excused yourself and went up to him. 

***********************************

"Hey you’re not going to talk to me also?" 

"Why no- why would I do that?" 

"I heard about what my dad did so I thought maybe you are angry about it. I swear I didn’t tell him anything." 

"Hey I’m not blaming you for anything Y/N instead you saved so many lives and you’re my best friend. I trust you the most." 

"Best friend?” you were slightly taken aback by the new tag he gave to your relationship. 

“Umm sorry I thought maybe after that night we are good friends now.”

“Hey no it’s fine I actually never had a best friend or even actual friends so it’s kind of overwhelming for me.”

“I just thought maybe he told you to stay away from me." 

"What? No! And even if he did, when have I ever listened to him?" 

"I think he is right. I really put him down." 

"Hey it’s gonna be fine you didn’t mean any harm. I know my dad you’ll get back your suit. He’s just a little upset that his young apprentice would turn out to be such a rebel.” You tried to cheer up his mood. 

“So what about homecoming? Did you ask Liz yet?" 

"No not yet.” he said meekly. 

“Then go and ask her out before it’s too late.” Peter eventually asks Liz to go to the homecoming dance with him. On the night of the dance, Peter discovers that Toomes is Liz’s dad. Deducing his secret identity from Liz’s account about him, Toomes threatens retaliation if he continues to interfere with his plans. During the dance, Peter realizes Toomes is planning to hijack a D.O.D.C. plane transporting weapons from Avengers Tower to the team’s new headquarters he leaves Liz alone during the dance to stop him. You see Peter running away and decide to go after him. Peter dons his old homemade Spider-Man suit. Though he is ambushed by Schultz, he defeats him with Ned’s help. 

You catch sight of Ned in the hallway. 

“Hey where’s Peter?" 

"Oh Y/N!” Ned sighed a relief seeing you. He explained to you the whole situation. 

“Wait let me call Happy.” You tried calling him but every time it went unanswered. 

“Happy for God’s sake pick up the damn phone!” You groaned in frustration. 

“Maybe we can hack in the mainframe.” Ned suggested. 

“Good idea Ned I’ll help you with the codes.”

In the meantime Peter stole Flash’s car and asked you to track his phone he left in Toomes car. Ned provided him the location. 

Suddenly Ms Warren barged in, you quickly hid under the table. She saw Ned and asked

“What are you doing here? There’s a dance" 

"I’m looking at porn.” He replied awkwardly 

You slapped your forehead listening to his lame excuse. 

At the lair Peter confronts Toomes, but he destroys the building’s support beams and leaves Peter to die. Peter escapes the rubble and intercepts the plane, steering it to crash on the beach near Coney Island. He and Toomes continue fighting, ending with Peter saving Toomes’ life after the damaged Vulture suit explodes, and leaving him for the police along with the plane’s cargo.

You were back in the compound pacing back and forth in your room when you heard a knock on your window. 

“Oh god! Peter!” you sighed a relief as you ran to open the window and let him in. 

“Oh my god! you are hurt very badly" 

"Oh it’s nothing, I’m used to this.” he winced limping on his feet. 

“Okay tough guy sit down now let me bring the first aid and clean your wounds." 

You sat in front of him as you dabbed a cotton ball in the disinfectant solution and gently cleaned his wounds. Peter winced at the stinging sensation. 

"Sorry but it will sting a little.” You started smiling while cleaning his wounds. 

“What is the matter?" 

"Nothing just thinking about the luck you have got. The girl you liked, her father, turned out to be a criminal doing business with stolen high tech weapons.” You let out an airy laugh. 

“Oh no this is bad.” Peter tensed up.

“Why? you did a good job in catching him red handed.”

“No but in a way I ruined Liz’s life. She would be so devastated after knowing about her father.” Peter said with remorse. 

“Peter it wasn’t your fault she needs to know about the real face of her father.” Peter got up and started pacing in your room. 

“No Y/N it isn’t her fault that her father is a criminal. I really feel sorry for what I did, she doesn’t deserve this. I have to apologise to her tomorrow." 

He continued rambling, you were getting frustrated with him blaming himself for doing the right thing. And you did the unexpected to stop him. You grabbed his face and kissed him, catching him off guard. Peter’s eyes went wide in shock, his heart racing a million miles per hour. After you pulled away, his heart was still pounding at an alarming rate. 

"That shut you up.” You said casually as if the kiss wasn’t a big deal for you, you wiped your lips with the back of your hand and scrunched your face with the taste on your lips. 

“Strawberry lip balm? What are you a little girl?” you quipped, finally noticing the mortified look on his face as he stood there like a statue, eyes blown wide still recovering from what just happened. You narrowed your eyes. 

“Wait, was this your first kiss?” Peter was snapped out of the daze as his face turned red. 

“Umm..” he was at a loss of words. Your mouth went wide as you realized it was indeed his first kiss. 

“Oh I’m so sorry Peter! I ruined your first kiss!” you apologized. 

“No it’s OK it was.. It was.” Should he say it was good? Because for an unknown reason he really felt good. But how can he say that to you. You’re Y/N Stark, the Tony Stark’s daughter. Why would you like a nerd like him? 

“I know it was awkward. I know you didn’t imagine your first kiss to be like this, that too someone you don’t have any feelings for, sorry for ruining it. Just forget something like this happened okay." 

"And don’t tell my dad if your life is dear to you.” you warned. 

“Umm okay I should get going then.”

“yeah.” he swung out of the window. 

“Be careful!” you cautioned and then turned around flattening yourself against the wall of your room letting out an exasperated sigh. The casual attitude you were putting up in front of him was all fake. You were bothered, your cheeks started getting heated up for a reason that you can’t put a pin on it. This wasn’t to happen; you have had your share of fun with boys at your previous school without any feelings involved but why did kissing Peter give butterflies in your stomach? You are Y/N Stark, you can’t fall for a nerd like Peter or did you? 

**********************************************

After her father’s arrest, Liz and her mother decided to move to California. Peter apologizes to Liz before she leaves. MJ is appointed as the new captain of the decathlon team. You skipped school today because your dad asked you to stay for a press meet and of course you wanted to get over your lingering feelings for Peter. 

Tony sent Happy to bring Peter to the compound. Peter was in awe when he arrived at the Avengers facility. Tony went and patted Peter’s back like a proud dad. 

“Sorry I took your suit. I mean, you had it coming. Actually, it turns out it was the perfect sort of tough love moment that you needed, right? To urge you on, right? Wouldn’t you think? Don’t you think?" 

"I– I guess.” Peter said nervously. 

“Let’s just say it was." 

"Mr. Stark, I really" 

"You screwed the pooch hard. Big time. But then, you did the right thing. Took the dog to the free clinic, you raised the hybrid puppies. Alright, not my best analogy– I was wrong about you. I think, with a little more mentoring, you could be a real asset to the team." 

"To the– To the– To the team?” Peter couldn’t believe his ears. 

“Yeah, anyway. There’s about 50 reporters behind that door. Real ones, not bloggers. When you’re ready– Tony reveals the Iron Spider suit. 

"Why don’t you try that on? and I’ll introduce the world to the newest official member of the Avengers: Spider-Man." 

Peter was at loss of words seeing the new suit Tony made for him. He couldn’t be any happier but something clicked in his brain. 

"Thank you Mr Stark but I’m - I’m good." 

"You good? How are you good?" 

"Umm I would rather stay on the ground for a while just being a friendly neighbourhood spiderman somebody got to look for the little guy." 

"You are turning me down? You better think about this, look at that, look at me last chance yes or no?" 

"No”

“Okay.”

“Where’s the kid?”

“He left”

“Everybody’s waiting”

“You know what he actually made a really mature choice." 

"He told the kid to go wait in the car." 

"Are you kidding me?" 

"Did you guys screw this up?" 

"What’s the matter? Everyone’s waiting there” you came out of the room too. 

“These two had one job and they failed miserably." 

"Let me guess Peter declined your offer. Good for him only” You smirked. 

“And now I’ve a room full of people waiting for some big announcement what am I going to tell them?”

“Think about something,” Tony said. 

“What about your engagement? That’s been long due.” You suggested. 

“What?!" 

"Great idea! Happy still got the ring?" 

"I got the ring? Yeaah, I have been carrying it since 2008.” Pepper gave a weird look.

“Okay" 

"I think I can come up with something better than that." 

"Well it would buy us little time” Tony kisses pepper. 

“Like we need time.” Tony mumbled with a smirk. 

“Jeez! get a room you guys.” You gagged. 

“And maybe give me a sibling it’s really boring over here being all by myself.” You added. 

Pepper cleared her throat and strides back to the room muttering. 

“I can’t believe you had it in your pocket." 

"Why aren’t you having fun with Peter?” your dad asked you out of nowhere. You choked on your spit as the memories from last night flashed back. 

“We rarely see each other after school he is mostly busy with his neighbourhood patrolling plus he’s no fun." 

"But I think you have started to like him.” Tony smirked. You understood his reference. 

“What! no way! And- and he’s not even my type.”

“Good I’m not even allowing you to date anybody before you turn 50.”

“Huh! As if I need your permission in this matter.” You gave a sly grin. 

“What is that supposed to mean?” Tony frowned. 

“Dad, you are 'The’ genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist Tony Stark and I’m your daughter. Is it that hard to figure it out?” Tony’s eyes widened as a sudden realization dawned upon him. 

“Wait on a damn second! Which weasley scumbag defiled you? Tell me his name! I’m gonna blast his weener off!”

“Uhh…I think mom is calling me, let me go and check.Okay bye!” You ran inside. 

“You come back right now! We are not done yet young lady!” your dad yelled from behind. 

[theonlinemuse]

In the comics, Rick had more relatives (like his cousin Rebecca) and he probably would've been a big brother had his parents lived. Since we like to joke that he’s the ultimate big brother to the JSA, me and @freckledpianoman decided to make him a big brother in an AU where Wendi and Rex live: 

His little sister’s named Rebecca, but Rick calls her Bex for short. He only calls her Rebecca if she’s annoying him and full names her (“Rebecca Gwendoline Tyler!”) when she’s in trouble. She’s seven and Rick often wonders if he has a little sister or a little monkey with how she’s forever getting into places she shouldn’t be in 

“How did you even get in my room, I locked it from the inside.” “What, like it’s hard?” 

She also likes perching on his shoulders because she likes seeing everything and feeling as tall as her brother 

Rick didn’t know it at first, but Bex knew Beth first. Beth works in the children’s library on Saturdays where she does read alouds for kids and Bex is always talking about the smart girl who reads all sorts of fun stories to her. Bex often requests for Beth to do certain voices and accents and thinks that the voice that Beth does for grumpy characters makes her sound like her brother 

He’s wondering who his sister befriended because this Beth person seems too good to be true. One day he’s running late to pick Bex up because he had engine problems and when he gets there, he sees his little sister being read to while she's sitting in the lap of a pretty girl 

Bex sees him turning red and she tugs at his sleeve and goes, “Rick, don't embarrass me, she’s really nice” 

Rick and Bex have a very petty rivalry over getting Beth’s attention

“Stop trying to steal my friend, Rick! I had her first!” “Kids, behave.” Wendi has to give them a look so that Beth doesn’t think they're heathens

Bex notices the look that her brother has every time he talks with Beth and she’s this close to giving him a shovel talk 

“Stop trying to steal Beth!” “We go to the same school, I’d see her anyway!” “What, no fair! Do you have lunch with her? Does she share her brownies with you?” “Hmm, maybe she does, I guess you'll never know.” 

And Bex chases after him while he laughs 

Wendi ends up with a surprise pregnancy in her mid-forties a few months before Rick's sixteenth birthday. He’s torn between “you’re already old, stop having children” and being anxious over her pregnancy. He glares at Rex and goes, “this is what happens when you don’t keep your hands to yourself”. Rex is sitting there like “shouldn’t I be the one lecturing you on keeping your hands to yourself?” “Don’t distract me, old man, you’re supposed to be the responsible one.”

Everyone argues over baby names, but they eventually settle on Rowan. Her middle name is Elizabeth and yes, she was named for Beth. It was Rick and Bex’s idea since they were allowed to pick a middle name

Beth thought that she heard wrong at first, but she sees Rick smile softly and nod and it’s all happy tears for her. Later Beth buries her face in his chest and scolds him for making her cry 

“You named a baby after me, how else am I supposed to react?”

It doesn’t help that Rowan’s first word is “Beff” 

Rex taught his kids how to use the hourglass in case of emergencies. Rick has used the hourglass before for training. Bex got banned from using the hourglass because she somehow lifted up a corner of the house because she was trying to get her baseball back 

“How?!” “Artemis taught me how to lift with my knees.” 

Rick’s usually very responsible with the hourglass save for a couple of times when he impulsively stole it for “missions”, aka helping Beth or Bex. The third time was when he set the hourglass down while Rowan was using the coffee table to pull herself up and she ended up using it to lift the couch to get her pacifier from under it

“Dad, I think I broke Rowan!” 

Beth often finds Rick asleep on the couch with Rowan napping on his chest. It’s as adorable as it sounds and she takes pics for the group chat. And sometimes she catches him singing softly to Rowan. Bex says that he did the same when she was little and they joke about Rick being the ultimate big brother to the JSA and to Bex and Rowan 

There have been times where Rick and Bex will come out of their rooms to find Beth helping Rex with chemistry stuff, having completely forgotten they were supposed to be hanging out. While Rick’s glad that Beth gets a chance to discuss things with another chemistry nerd (even if it is his dad), the Tyler siblings are still put out by it. It was bad enough that Wendi asked her to pose for her newest painting, but now they have to worry about their dad stealing Beth 

They have to sneak Beth into the house so Rex can’t grab her on her way in, Bex clinging to Beth while Rick guides her in with his hand on her back 

But Rick sees how much fun Beth has posing for Wendi’s paintings and he’s just happy that Beth’s happy 

Beth and Rick share custody of Hootie and after Rowan was born, Rick does not want that ‘damn feral bird’ anywhere near his baby sister, but Hootie acts like a guard owl for Rowan. He tried shooing Hootie away from her crib, but he ends up getting his head pecked while Hootie lands in the crib, nuzzling Rowan's hair much to Rick's horror. He thinks she'll get rabies

Beth scolds Rick when she hears about it from Bex. “Your mom already had Rowan get her shots and Hootie’s up to date on all of his. They’ll be fine.” And Rick comes home one day to find Hootie perched on Wendi’s shoulder while she holds Rowan 

“Mom. There is an owl on your shoulder, why aren't you freaking out?” “He never does anything, he’s just curious about her.” “He’s a wild bird, not a dog.” “He’s basically a dog, Bex plays fetch with him.”

“Of course she does. Trust Beth to rescue a bird just as weird as her.” “Please, you love her weirdness.” 

There’s a babysitting episode where Rick has to babysit his sisters because Wendi and Rex have date night and Rex goes, "do not call us, Rick, I just want a night out with your mother and if you even think about sending a text, I’ll call Beth and tell her how you feel about her. Do not test me, son.” Rick thinks his dad is seriously pent up but as the car pulls out of the driveway, Rick gets a text from Rex that says “you should invite Beth over for some company while you watch your sisters”

Rick is more than a little disturbed that his dad of all people is playing matchmaker

Bex perks up when she hears that Beth might be coming over and she climbs over Rick to try and get to his phone so that she can call Beth. “Bex, stop that, I’ll call her.” “But you take too long, Riri.” It’s a wonder that Beth is able to hear him over Bex constantly interjecting and saying that she wants to talk with her

Beth offers to help out with dinner, but Rick keeps shooing her out of the kitchen, saying that she should relax and hang out with the girls. “But cooking is relaxing for me.” “Go watch a stupid sitcom or something, I’ll be done in a minute.”

They take turns feeding Rowan while she's in her high chair, she’s a very messy eater and Rick always gets food on him whenever he feeds her. But it doesn't stop Rowan from trying to put her hands all over her brother's face. She thinks the faces he makes are funny and Bex just eggs her on 

It's times like this where Rick is glad that Beth is here because as much as he loves his sisters, they can be a handful. “Bex, stop encouraging this.” “Aim for his eyes next time, Rowan.” “No!” He sees Rowan pouting and he has to go into stern big brother mode. “We do not poke people's eyes, young lady.”

Beth thinks it's funny when Rick gets all stern with the girls and she starts calling him “old man”. He's so affronted by it and you know he's gonna get back at her for it once the girls are put to bed. Beth knows it too and she tries to escape, but it ends up with Rick chasing her all over the house before he finally tackles her onto the couch

“Get off me, you might break your hip.” “Sorry, I think my hip is acting up. You’re stuck here now.” “You’re a jerk." “It’s fair game, sweetheart.” “Well, you really sound like an old man now.” Rick just pins her down with his hips and goes, “does this feel old to you?” “I dunno Rick, how are you feeling? Any joints out of place?” Rick smirks and the next thing Beth knows, she’s being princess carried. “You tell me.”

Rick just twirls her around just to hear her laugh more and that’s what Wendi and Rex walk in on. Rick almost drops Beth, but she clings onto him before he can. Wendi has a mischievous grin as she asks if Beth and Rick had fun. She wishes she had her phone out to take a pic of how red Rick’s face went. Beth is embarrassed, but Wendi and Rex invite her to stay the night since her parents are away and it’s too late for her to go home

“Listen, I love Beth and I want you to make a move, don't get me wrong, but I am not ready for grandkids.” “Dad, gross, mom already gave me the talk. I haven't even thought about having kids yet.” “Lies, I’ve seen the way you look at Beth whenever she holds Rowan.” “That doesn’t mean I’m imagining having kids with her!” “I’m not stupid, I’ve given that look before.”

Rick is horrified because he did not want to hear that, but it does explain Bex and Rowan. “Bottom line, you and Beth need to be responsible.” “You’re saying all this like there’s even a chance something’ll happen.” “Do I need to point out the way you look at her?” “Dad, please, can you just—stop embarrassing me in front of my friends? I’ve worked too hard to trick Beth into thinking that having me as a friend may actually not be such a bad idea for you to scare her away now.”

“You don't give Beth enough credit. She’s here to stay.”

Once there was a problem with the daycare that Rowan was supposed to be at and Rick had picked her up before lunch and now she’s hanging at the loser table with the JSA. Rick is treated like an exhibit at the zoo because of his baby sister because she’s just babbling happily in his arms and she gets away with pulling his hair

The teachers are just watching Rick come and go to classes with a baby like it’s no big deal and the students just look at him in shock because the delinquent they’ve all been told to avoid is being ordered around by an infant

And now they have a front row seat for Beth and Rick coparenting Rowan. A couple people straight up ask if they're dating because it’s such a domestic sight. Beth is startled and blurts out, “oh no, no, we’re best friends”

Rick is off to the side, quiet but heartbroken. Rowan pats his face to comfort him 

One time when Rick was out of the house and Beth was hanging out with the girls, Bex randomly asks Beth if she likes Rick. “He’s my best friend, of course I like him.” “I meant do you like like him, like how mom and dad do.” “Oh, um—” "Because it’s okay if you do. Rowan and me like you and so do mom and dad.” Beth looks unsure so Bex and Rowan cuddle with her 

Rick comes back to find all of them cuddling and he catches Bex giving Beth a look. He knows something is up because he knows Bex, that's her ‘I did something and I don't want Rick to know’ look. “What did you do?” “Not even a hi, Riri?” “That’s the same look you had when you let a lava cake explode in the oven and tried to hide it from mom.”

“I didn’t do anything! Maybe you’re trying to hide something so you’re deflecting onto me!” “Did Beth teach you what deflecting means?” “She’s been helping me get ready for the spelling bee, duh. And I’m not deflecting.” “Rebecca Gwendoline, what did you do?” “On second thought, I’m going to bed early tonight, byyeee!”

He just looks at Rowan, who’s gnawing on the plush owl that Beth gave her. “You’re not telling me either, are you?” She blows a raspberry at him. “Of course not. Hanging around Beth has made you and Bex too smart for your own good.”

Beth and Rick once looked after the girls for the weekend while Wendi and Rex go on vacation. The guest room is practically already Beth's room so the Tylers tell her she can just stay over, though Rex did expect them to share a bed. He and Wendi have a little bet going on about it. They end up video calling Beth on the first night 

Meanwhile Beth and Rick are snuggled up against each other when Beth glances at her phone and goes “oh crap” and pushes Rick away from her as she answers, but the Tylers can still hear Rick grumbling. Beth keeps glancing towards Rick, who’s just sitting there pouting because precious time is being wasted and he knows the girls will be awake soon. “Beth, honey, are you okay? You’re looking a little distracted.” “Uh—I’m fine! Just making sure the girls aren't already awake.” 

“Rick isn’t giving you trouble, is he?” Beth sneaks a look at a glowering, pouty Rick. “No?” Right after she says that, he starts sneaking his hand up her waist and she lets out a choked gasp. “Beth?” “Okay, he is a little,” she admits before swatting Rick’s hand away

“Is he awake yet? We can tell him to stop being such a demon if you need us to.” “Uh—no! He's asleep. In his room. You know how he gets, low blood pressure demon and all that.” “Oh, you have no idea. Rex says he still has phantom pains where Rick clawed him the last time he tried to wake him up.” 

“You sure we had a kid and not a feral cat?” Rick forgets himself and goes, “I was seven, get over it old man.” Beth drops her phone onto her lap to panic while Rex and Wendi quietly crack up on the other end of the call

They can still hear her admonishing Rick. “Why would you say that, now your parents are gonna be wondering what I’m doing in your room and this is so embarrassing!” 

Beth’s hiding her face in her hands and Rick grabs her phone off her lap and says “uh—we're gonna go, I think I just heard Rowan.” “Rowan won’t be waking up for another hour—” “Bye mom, love you.” 

Rick spends the next little while coaxing Beth to stop hiding. “It’s not that bad, you know my parents love you.” He rests his head on her shoulder and goes, “c’mon, Beth”, but she jerks away and says “no, I’m never living this down” 

“This isn't the first time they’ve caught us in bed together.” “Not helping, Rick!”

He hugs himself against her and feels her relax, but she’s still hiding her face. Then his phone buzzes and he holds his screen up to her to show a text from Wendi saying, “tell Beth we trust her (not you)”. Beth collapses into giggles over the text

“My own parents think I’m some kind of deviant!” “Okay, but is that such a wild assumption to make? I didn’t even say anything that bad!” “Oh? Then did I just imagine you calling me trouble, sweetheart?”

[xx-autmnlvr-xx]

Is This Embarrassing? Chapter 3

PAIRING: KEVEDD (Kevin x Edd) [Ed, Edd n Eddy] Rating: T (for cursing and violence)

Here's the last chapter!!! I want to say thank you all for reading my story and I hope it was fun!!! If you haven't read the first two chapters you can read this here:

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Enjoy!!! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

  Edd stirred awake early that morning. He stretched and looked at his alarm clock.

  "5 am. That's a good time to get the day started." He stood up and turned off the alarm before it went off. He took his shower and after he rubbed the cocoa butter lotion on his head, he rubbed some on the bruises on his legs and arms.

  He pulled on a orange turtleneck and black dress pants, not forgetting his tie. As he cleaned up his dirty clothes, he thought about what he should do.

  "Maybe I should just pull him aside before class? No, that's too early. During gym? No that's preposterous." He sighed, sitting on his bed.

  "Am I even doing the right thing? He hasn't shown me any reason that he might like me. Hell, he hasn't shown me that he might like guys! Maybe... Maybe this is a bad idea?" Edd walked to his window and looked out. It was still dark, and the streetlights illuminated the sidewalks. He looked across the street at Kevin's house. All the lights were off in the windows. Edd smiled softly and Eddy's words echoed in his mind.

  'you know that if you don't make a move soon someone else will and then what are you going to do?'

  Double D's eyes narrowed, and he walked to his desk, "Eddy's right. I have to at least tell him or else it will destroy me." He told himself. He sat down and made up a note.

   'Kevin,

Please meet me behind the school after the final bell. I have something very important to tell you.

Sincerely,

Eddward'

   Edd folded up the note and put a little sticker to keep it closed. He nodded and continued getting ready for school. Soon, his doorbell rang.

  "Coming!" Edd called while putting on his shoes. He went to the door and opened it.

  Ed smiled, "hey, double D! You ready for school?"

  Eddy groaned at the mention of school. He stood beside Ed with his hair in a mess.

  Edd smiled, "good morning, fellows! Yes, I am ready. Shall we get going?" With that, the three started walking to school. As they walked, they saw Sarah and Jimmy skip by and Rolf riding his goat ahead. Double D looked around.

  "He left yet, sockhead." Eddy yawned, still staring ahead grumpily.

  Edd looked at Eddy, "oh...okay." He said as he looked in front of him.

  "Hey, double D! Is it possible to mix those spicy drinks to make a monster?" Ed asked.

  "Umm well I don't like the fact you called chemicals 'spicy drinks' and I hope you never attempted to drink them. As for your question, it is not probable for liquid chemicals to become a living organism, but then again anything is possible in science. I just don't have an equation for it."

  Ed looked at Edd in confusion and double D chuckled, "In short, I don't know for sure, Ed."

  The tallest one nodded, "okay. Thank you, double D!"

   They walked the rest of the way in silence. They walked in the school and Eddy finally perked up, stopping the other Ed's.

  "Oh yeah! I forgot to say that I have a plan for a scam! It's foolproof!"

  Edd shook his head with a smile, "I haven't seen you plan a scam in nearly three days. What's the idea this time?"

  "Well I can't say it in the middle of the hallway because I don't want anyone to cash in on it before us! So, I'll explain it tonight! We'll be RICH!" Eddy smirked, rubbing his hands together.

  "Yay! Sounds fun!" Ed cheered, clapping happily.

  "Well it will have to be after four. I have plans at three." Double D said, scratching his cheek.

  "That's fine," Eddy said, shrugging, "we have all night to make it anyway! Come on, you two! Let's go see if there are any spare quarters in the soda machines."

  "Okay, Eddy!" Ed smiled.

   They walked down the hallway and Edd paid attention to the lockers. He found Kevin's locker and felt his knees shake with nerves. He slowly walked up to it but couldn't bring himself to raise his hands to the slot. his face went red and he felt himself perspire.

  "Oh, for Pete's sake!" Eddy groaned. He grabbed the note from Edd's hands and pushed it through Kevin's locker slot.

  Edd gasped, "o-oh dear. What am I doing? Eddy!!! What if it goes wrong?" Edd asked, grabbing Eddy's collar.

  Eddy rolled his eyes and brushed off double D's hands, "everything's going to be fine. The worst that would happen is he beats you up! Not like that hasn't happened before." At those words Edd whimpered.

  Ed hugged double D, "Everything will be alright! Don't you worry your big chin about that!"

   They continued walking the hallways until the bell ring for first period. Edd walked into their class and sat at his seat in the front while Eddy and Ed sat in the back corner. Double D arranged his paper neatly on his desk and got a pencil out. He looked up and made a noise in the back of his throat. Kevin walked in the classroom with a pencil and notebook. His eyes locked with Edd's and he smiled.

  "Yo, double Dork! What's up?" He greeted, doing a finger gun.

  Edd stammered, "oh noth-- nothing much. What about.... you?"

  He chuckled, "nothing much for me either! Can't wait to hear what you have to tell me later!" Kevin walked to the middle of the classroom and sat at his seat.

   The teacher walked in, "good morning, class! How are we doing today?" There were several scattered 'good's and 'fine's throughout the class.

  "That's good to hear! To start this week, I would like to take the time to introduce the new student. She just came from Michigan, how exciting! Let's give a warm welcome to Marie Kanker."

  Several of the students gasped and jumped in their seats. Marie walked into the class and smiled softly. She had on a black hoodie with gray sleeves and dark jeans. She waved.

  "Hey, everyone... It's nice to see you all again!" She greeted.

  The teacher smiled, "anyone want to be this nice lady's desk neighbor?"

   Hardly anyone said anything. It was the quietest it has ever been in that room.

  Edd raised his hand, "Marie can sit by me, ma'am." More gasps erupted from students that were familiar with what happened in middle school.

  "That is so thoughtful, Edd! Why don't you go take your seat, Ms. Kanker?” Marie sat beside double D and raised her knuckle to fist bump. Edd smiled and fist bumped back.

   The rest of the morning consisted of class time. And between classes the other kankers would meet with the eds and they would all chat. By the time the lunch bell rang they all got to know each other better. The kankers and Eddy put together their food in the tray line while Ed and double D waited at the end of the line. Edd had some homemade lunch in a lunchbox and so did Ed. Once the kankers and Eddy finished, they all began to walk to a table.

  Before they could get to a table, though, some football players stopped them. They were trapped beside the jock table.

  "Woah woah, losers. Where are you going?" Larry said with a smirk.

  "Umm to eat! What's it to yah?" Eddy sassed, narrowing his eyes.

  "Not before the show!" Another football player chimed in.

  "Show?" Edd asked. He looked at the table and saw Kevin, who looked confused but curious.

  Double D blushed and looked away, "oh dear..."

   Kyle stood up on top of the lunch table and cleared his throat, "Attention students of peach Creek high! I have a poem I would like to read to you!" He smirked at the eds and kankers while pulling out a blue piece of paper from his pocket.

  "my dearest friend, Kevin,

It may come as a shock, but I can contain this no longer--" Kyle began. Edd realized what was happening and he paled.

  "You mean the world to me. A world that I never want to lose. I'm usually so shy but when I see you, I want to become confident. In sappy terms, your hair is as fiery as my love for you. Your green eyes captivate me into a land so pure and untouched. I don't know if you will even see this, but I want you. I am infatuated by you. Please give me a chance.

Love," Kyle folded up the note and smiled evilly at Edd.

  "Eddward'"

   All eyes locked on double D. There were a few gasps from the cul-de-sac kids. The jocks started to laugh.

  Larry pointed at Edd, "I didn't know the nerd was a fag! That is so funny!" He laughed.

  "I know! I can't believe he thinks THE Kevin would go out with the likes of him!" Kyle cackled. The taunting laughter grew around Edd. His face turned red as he looked around at the judgmental faces. He saw Marie look at him sympathetically. Eddy was glaring at Kyle and cracked his knuckles. Ed looked worriedly at Edd.

  Double D's eyes grazed over to Kevin; who's eyes were locked on his. Edd couldn't tell the emotion they had but he was convinced it was contempt. Edd felt his eyes water and his hands shake. The laughter grew in his ears so much that it became unbearable. He felt overwhelmed and embarrassed. He busted into tears and pushed past the football players blocking the door and ran down the hall.

   Edd barely felt his legs under him, all he could feel was the burning he felt in his throat and the breaking of his heart. The tears fell with every step he took. Finally, he made it to the science lab, the one place he felt safe at that moment. He made his way into the room and was grateful that it was empty. He went to a corner, sat down against it and cried, hugging his knees tightly.

  'how did they end up with the note?' he thought. His mind went to when he got beat up and remembered that they dug in his pockets.

  "Fuck!" Double D cried, frustrated and broken. 'he got embarrassed. My note was read to him in front of the entire school! He would never accept me now.' told himself. His tears burned his eyes and suffocated him.

  This went on for a couple minutes and Edd felt like he was going to die from dehydration. That's when the door opened. He sniffed and looked up to see Kevin looking at him. Edd made a fearful noise and covered his face with his arms.

  "I'm... I'm sorry, Kevin! I didn't mean for anyone to read that note. Especially not to you! Please don't hit me!" Edd exclaimed, squeezing his eyes shut.

   There was silence. Then he heard footsteps. They stopped in front of him.

  "Hey, dork." Kevin said softly. He pulled Edd's arms down from his face. Edd kept his eyes closed and more tears fell. He jumped when he felt Kevin's hand grace his cheek, wiping his tears gently.

  "Edd," Kevin whispered, "please look at me." The use of his name and the begging tone in Kevin's voice coaxed Edd to open his eyes slowly. His pupils met the others'.

  Kevin searched his eyes, "did you mean what you wrote in that letter?"

  "Yes." Is all Edd would allow himself to say, his tears making his chin itchy.

  Kevin smirked a little and leaned forward, kissing Edd softly. Double D's eyes widened in shock. He couldn't believe what was happening was real. He felt tears well up again as he kissed back desperately. He gripped onto Kevin's shirt as he let himself fall into the kiss. The world around them blurred into sunsets and stars. It was as if they teleported to a different reality, one where it was just them. Kevin held Edd's face in his calloused hands and opened his mouth a little, licking double D's lips. Edd blushed and opened his own mouth. Their tongues danced, not holding back from the other.

  They stayed like that for a while before Kevin separated their lips. Edd looked in the Jock's eyes, his cheeks red as a beet and eyes wet and irritated. Kevin reached down and caressed Edd's hand.

  "Is this... You..." Edd cleared his throat, "so you're not mad?"

  Kevin smiled, "No. Not at you, anyway. I have to say, I didn't think you liked me in that way. Especially after the kankers returned. I thought since you and Marie were being so close that you and her were a thing. When did you start liking me?"

  Double D looked at their hands, "When we started high school, during the bonfire ceremony. I saw you laughing by the fire and I felt warm. I want to feel like that all the time. Since then, every time we would talk or hang out, I felt that feeling. I didn't know you liked me too. When?"

  "Well... This is going to be embarrassing, but it was when we chased you and the other dorks to Eddy's brother. When I saw you so confident, I fell in love. I never seen you like that toward someone older than us. Then you got hurt and I couldn't stand it. I wanted to protect you." Kevin but his lip.

  Edd looked up at him, "that long? I never knew! I always thought... You and Nazz."

  "Nah. Nazz and I had a falling out that entire week and me finding out my feelings for you, I had to end it. She was cool about it too." The two smiled at each other and Edd wrapped his arms around Kevin's neck, hugging him.

  "You've made me so happy, you jerk."

  Kevin blushed and hugged him back, "it's nothing, double Dork. You've made me happy too." The bell rang and Kevin stood up, helping Edd on his feet. They made their way out to the hallway holding hands.

   Before they got to class, they saw the kankers, eds, and the other kids from the cul-de-sac walk out of the principal's office. Eddy, Lee, and Rolf had bloody noses and bruises. Nazz and May had messed up hair and scratches. Johnny, Sarah, Marie, and Jimmy had black eyes. Ed was fine and smiling.

  "Oh dear! What happened??!" Edd exclaimed, running up to the group.

  "We beat them up, double D!" Ed said excitedly.

  "When you ran off, we defended you! No one is going to humiliate our friend!" Nazz declared.

  "You owe me, sockhead." Eddy groaned in pain.

  "Why were you in the principal's office then?" Kevin asked.

  "We have detention for getting in a fight." Johnny said.

  "But the bastard-boys Kyle and Larry got suspended for taking things and bullying the ed-boy!" Rolf piped up.

  "You all did that... For me?" Edd asked.

  "Of course!" Marie piped up.

  "So, are you two together now?" Jimmy asked.

  Kevin looked over at Edd and smirked, "I don't know, are we, dork?"

  Edd blushed and laughed, "yes I assume we are!"

   After school ended, the group went to detention. Edd and Kevin tried to join them since it started with them, but the teacher wouldn't allow it. So, the two decided to sit outside and wait. They sat on the grass and looked up at the sunset together. The autumn leaves falling around them and a gentle breeze blowing against them. Kevin put his hand on Edd's.

  Eddward smiled and looked at Kevin, "is it alright if I lean my head on your shoulder?"

  "you don't have to ask me." Kevin said, pulling Edd closer to him. Double D leaned his head on the other's shoulder. Edd felt warm again and looked at the sky from Kevin's shoulder, their fingers interlocked. The feeling of comfort and love they felt while watching the sky was so warm and safe that they wondered why they haven't come clean before.

  "Kevin, I know our togetherness is very unconventional, but I promise to be there for you always." Kevin looked down at Edd on his shoulder.

  "I will be there for you too, dude. You mean the world to me.”

  Edd blushed and smiled. Kevin graced his fingers along Edd's jaw and kissed him deeply. Double D felt at home there in Kevin’s arms.

[A/N: I know this ending was cliche and a little self-indulgent, but I thought that since this year is shit that everyone deserved some sappy-happy endings! I hope you have enjoyed this story and I thank you so very much for taking the time to read it!]

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🥝 - "You're going to go through life thinking that girls don't like you because you're a nerd. And I want you to know, from the bottom of my heart, that won't be true. It'll be because you're an a**hole." - The Social Network With Peter x Stark!reader please. It's not my favourite movie or quote but I thought this would be funny with Peter x stark!reader. Well done for the follows!!!! So proud!!

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Peter Parker is your best friend, that’s a given. Your dad brought him on to join the Avengers and introduced you to him, saying you needed more friends. You were homeschooled most of your life, being a Stark and all that. Your dad realized you needed to develop better social skills and had you enrolled in Midtown.

Everyone at Midtown couldn’t believe that THE Y/n Stark would be attending their school. Everyone knew Y/n Stark, daughter of Tony Stark, head of weapon and suit design for the Avengers, heir to Stark Industries, probably the next Iron (wo)Man and leader of the Avengers.

Imagine the surprise when you walked in through the doors on your very first day, chatting it up with Peter? He was showing you around and talking to you like it was nothing.

“Penis Parker! Why are you bothering this lovely lady? Don’t you know who she is?” Some guy came up to you and Peter as he was showing you your locker, shoving his way in front of your face. You looked the guy up and down with a look of disgust and looked around him to Peter. You raised an eyebrow and Peter mouthed ‘Flash’ and you looked back at him.

“Hello there Miss Stark. What are you doing talking to Parker over here when you could be talking to me? The man of your dreams.” Flash grabbed your hand and brought it up to kiss the back of it. You quickly took your hand back before he could and chuckled dryly.

“Uhhh I don’t think you are the one I’m dreaming about.” You shut your locker and walked past him and let Peter lead the way to your next destination. Everyone around looked at you in shock and then started laughing at how Flash made an absolute fool out of himself. Peter led you towards his locker where Ned and MJ were standing waiting for him

“Hey, guys. This is Y/n. Y/n this is Ned and MJ.” You waved to them before shuffling a little closer to Peter, feeling shy and nervous to meet his friends he always talks so much about.

All Ned could manage to stutter out was a ‘hi’ before he was whispering to Peter about how he couldn’t believe you were here. MJ stuck out her hand with a smirk on her face.

“I saw you make a fool out of Flash. I think we’re going to be good friends.” You let out a short laugh and then shook her hand. Ned couldn’t stop asking you questions about your life and telling you how cool he thinks you are.

The rest of the day passed with some minor incidents. A few teachers asked if some of the Avengers would be interested in coming in as guest speakers. A group of girls pulled you to their lunch table and begged for you to go to a party they were throwing and kept asking you why you were hanging out with the ‘losers’. You rolled your eyes at them and got up to take a seat right next to Peter and tell them about how ridiculous people were being.

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“I don’t think high school is for me. I was there for one day and I had half the school throwing themselves at me. Did I tell you about the girl who followed me into the bathroom and waited right outside the stall because she wanted a picture with me?” You threw yourself onto your bed, exhausted from the ridiculous day you had. Peter chuckled at your dramatics and sat in the chair at your desk.                              

“I can’t tell you how many girls came up to me today asking if I was really friends with you. A few asked if I wanted to go out with them sometime, probably so I would introduce them to you.” He leaned back and threw a rubber band ball in the air. You let out a snort and sat up, clapping your hands to get Peter to throw the ball at you.

“Why are some girls so … weird? They were lining up to ask me on a date just so they could meet you. Like, how shallow is that? Girls like that would never date some weird nerd like me. Like you. You would never go out with someone like me.” He said, throwing the ball to you. You caught it and looked at him, a bit taken aback.

“Girls like … me? You’re putting me in the same group as those girls? Shallow and self-centered? Are you kidding me?” you scoffed and stared at him. His eyes shot open, realizing what he just said.

“No, no. Y/N, that’s not what I meant. I wasn’t calling YOU shallow. I just meant that you’re popular and all that just like them, and people like that are shallow and only care about looks.” He scrambled to backtrack and fix what he said.

“You know what, Peter? You're going to go through life thinking that girls don't like you because you're a nerd. And I want you to know, from the bottom of my heart, that won't be true. It'll be because you're an asshole.” You stood up from your bed and crossed your arms, still staring him down.

“Y/n please that’s not what I meant. You aren’t like that! Those girls would never like me, for me! Tell me honestly, Y/n. If you showed up to school today not knowing me as you do, would you talk to me?” He stood up to stand in front of you.

“God, Peter. For a smart guy, you are really dumb. Tell me this, Pete. If I’m “one of those girls that would never like you”, then why am I absolutely in love with you?!” You yelled out. Peter opened and closed his mouth like a fish. His eyes so wide you thought they were going to pop out of his head.

“Wait, what?” He held his hands up and just stared at you.

“Peter, I’ve been in love with you basically since the day we met!” You exasperated. Peter walked up to you and grabbed your hand.

“Don’t mess with me. Because I will literally kiss you right now, this better not be a joke.” He whispered. You grabbed his face with your free hand and kissed him quickly and softly, just to test the waters. The second you pulled away he let go of your hand and brought his to cup your face. His eyes darted across your face before he pulled you in for a deeper kiss. You smiled into it and brought your hands to rest on his chest.

He pulled away after a few seconds, rubbing his thumbs along the apple of your cheeks. “Can we please do this tomorrow, in front of Flash? He may actually have a heart attack.” Peter smirked and you swat his chest with your hand, mumbling ‘asshole’ under your breath.

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Mini Fanfic #682: Valentine's Cards (Kingdom Hearts)

3:32 p.m. at Hayner's Usual Secret Spot......

Hayner: ('Heh' 'Heh') (Smugly Shows Roxas and Pence a Deck of Valentine Cards Given to Him) Read 'em and weep, boys!

Pence: (Somewhat Amazed) Woah.....You really weren't kidding when you said you got a lot of Valentine Cards today.

Hayner: I know, right? (Puts on a Smirk on his Face) This goes without saying, I believe I'm becoming a major hit with the ladies nowadays. Very impressive for a troublemaker like yours truly, I know.

Roxas: (Gives Hayner a Deadpinned Look on his Face) I never thought in million years that you, of all people, would care about this kind of stuff....

Hayner: (Shrugged) Me neither, but yet here we are. (Place his Arm Around an Annoyed Roxas) No need to be jealous, bud. It's not everyday that your best friend in the entire universe got a lot more Valentine Cards than you do. Hell, I bet you don't even have any at all.

Roxas: (Rolled his Eyes) Oh har har. (Shoves Hayner Off of Him) Very funny, Casanova. But in case you haven't noticed.....(Puts Out a Few Valentine's Cards of his Own From his Pants Pocket) I got a lot Valentine's cards of my own too! What you gotta say about that?

Pence: (Nodded in Agreement) That is pretty impressive if you ask me.

Roxas: Thank you, Pence!

Hayner: (Nodded as Well) Yeah. I agree. It is impressive and all. (Puts on a Smug Smirk on his Face While Crossing his Arms Together) But I bet two of them, Xion and your two dads.

Roxas: (Glares at Hayner) No they're not!

Hayner: (Raised an Eyebrow at his Bro)

Roxas: ('Sighs in Defeat') Alright, fine. They are. But they still counts! (Turns to Pence) What about you, Pence? You any Valentine Cards of your own?

Pence: Nah..... (Looks Down on the Ground in Sadness) I got nothing this year.....As usual.......

Hayner: (Immediately Starts Feeling Bad For Pence) Ah dude.....

Roxas: (Frowns at Pence) I'm sorry, man.

Pence: (Suddenly Starts Chucking Lightly While Looking Back up Towards his Two Friends) I'm messing with you guys. (Pulls out Something From Both of his Pockets) I got three cards and a chocolate bar.

Roxas: ('Sighs in a Bit of Relief') Oh that's good hear.

Hayner: Neat.

????: 'Sup, Losers.

Hayner: (Turns to See Vantias Making his Way to the Him and the Gang) Well, whaddya know! The man of the hour is finally here!

Roxas: (Puts on a Smirk on his Face) And here I thought you weren't gonna show up.

Vantias: Well, I would've been here sooner if a bunch girls didn't try to follow me everywhere.

The trio eyes suddenly becomes widened in complete shock from what Vantias told them.

Roxas: I-I-I'm sorry. But.... You're....telling us that-

Hayner: A BUNCH OF GIRLS WAS FOLLOWING YOU!?

Vantias: (Starts Getting Confused and a Tad Bit Weirded Out by Hayner's Sudden Outburst) Uhh....Yeah. I mean, they didn't follow me all at once, but.....('Sigh') Okay. So when I went to the burger place to get myself something to eat, this one girl was following me, all shy like. Once I turned around and ask what she was doing, she gives me her Valentine card to me and just ran off. Then, when I actually went into the place, four or five other girls tried to stare at me and look away back and forth and then eventually, come up to my table and gave those cards to me before they started running away and.... squealing for some reason. And then, just when I started to walk out, a bunch of other girls suddenly appear in front of me and do the exactly same thing!

Pence: So they followed you around just so they can give you their Valentine cards?

Vantias: Exactly. That and candy. Which reminds me....(Toss Bag Filled With Valentine Cards and Candy onto the Ground)

Pence: (Surprised and Amaze at the Bag Right in Front of Him and the Others) Woah..........

Roxas: Holy shit, dude. You really weren't kidding.....

Vantias: Well, duh. Of course I wasn't kidding about all of this. But anyways, if any of you nerds want some candy, then be my guess.

Pence: (Smiles Excitedly as he Get Some Candy Out if the Bag) Don't have tell me twice!

Roxas: (Smirk Comes Back on his Face) Thanks, man. Namine's right. You really do have a heart.

Vantias: (Rolled his Eyes from Roxas' Comment While Blushing a Little) Whatever.

Hayner: (Eyes Still Widened at Vantias' Bag) (How?.....How in the hell did Vantias, of all people, got so many girls admiring him so easily!? Was it because of his edginess? Did his edgelord looking appearance actually got all the ladies to fall over heels for him!? Or maybe he cheated this entire time! Yeah! That HAS to be-)

Vantias: (Turns to Hayner) Hey, spike boy!

Hayner: (Comes Back to Reality) Oh! Uhh....Yeah?

Vantias: You want some candy or not? Don't really care either way.

Hayner: ('Sigh') Yeah. Sure.

?????: I'm here.

Pence: (Turn to See a Very Familiar Face) Olette. You're finally here.

Hayner: Yeah. What took you so long?

Olette: ('Sigh') Sorry. (Make her Way to the Group While Wearing a Light Orange Sun Dress) I forgot bring the Valentine cards for you guys, at home earlier. (Gives Valentine Card to Each of the Boys) So I went all the way back there to get them. (Hands the Last Card Over to Vantias....In a Sudden Shy Like Manner) I even got one for, Vantias....

Vantias: (Eyes Widened a Bit in Genuine Surprise) Wait. Really?

Olette: Yeah. I-It's thanks for hanging out with and stuff.....

Vantias: Oh. Well, it's....no problem or anything. I mean, in all honesty, you really don't have to thank me for that at all, now that I think about it.

Olette: I know, but...(Finally Starts to Blush) I still wanna do something nice for you. So....p-please accept my thanks, okay?

Vantias: (Rubbing his Head Back and Forth in a bit if Confusion) Oookay....If that's what you really wanted.....You look nice by the way.

Olette: (Eyes Widened in Genuine Surprise as her Blush Slightly Turns Bright Red) Y-You really think so?

Vantias: Yeah. Not sure if orange's your favorite color or not, but I still think it suits you at least.

Olette: (Smiles Softly) Aww~ Thanks, Vantias. I think you look great too.

Vantias: You think so? (Looks Down at his Black Loose Button Collared Shirt Before Looking Back at Olette) I'm only wearing everything black today. It's not really that special.

Olette: Are you kidding? You look great!.....(Continues Talking to Vantias)

Pence: (Witness the Entire Scene with the Others) So Olette has a crush on Vantias all along, huh?

Roxas: Did not see that one coming....(Turns to Hayner) What do you think, Hayner?

Hayner: (Eyes and Mouth Widened in a Complete Shock and Stand Still)...........

Roxas: Uhh...Hayner?

Pence: (Wave his Hand in front of a Stunt Hayner) Roxas, I think he's broken.

Roxas: (Sighs While Rolling his Eyes) Of course he is....

Pence: You wanna try snapping him back to reality?

Roxas: Nah. (Makes his way to Olette and Vantias) He'll come back to his senses eventually.

Pence: (Shrugs) Okay. (Follows Roxas Behind While Leaving Hayner in his Place)

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[doodlydoki]

#5 Honey, I Won~

Heya @three-space-kittens!! Sorry for the long wait, but I promised you it would be a long one😉 I hope you enjoy, because I sure did writing this 😂

Summary: Aizawa's wife, the #5 pro hero in Japan, is asked to run a training simulation with class 1-a. What the students didn't expect was for their teacher to show up with his daughter and a lovely surprise for YOU.

Words: 4500~

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The clicking of your heals echoed through the empty hallway. Lesson plans settled in your arms, together with some student files, as you made your way to the designated classroom. Your husbands classroom, class 1-A. When the principle reached out to you, asking if you were interested in guiding the young teenagers in their stealth skills, you were thrilled. This was the perfect opportunity to meet your lovers class and to help them grow skillswise. (Admittedly, spending more time with your love was also in the back of your mind when you accepted the principals request.)

You halted in front of the classroom door, hearing your tired husband explain to his students that they’ll have a special program for the day. Upon hearing his introduction of another pro teaching them for the day, you stepped in, head raised high as you greeted the to-be-heroes. 1-A was in an uproar, It’s the fifth ranked hero! They’re going to be trained by one of the top 5 heroes in Japan! No way!

“That’s Umbra, the shadow hero!!” Exclaimed a green haired teen enthusiastically, “She’s known to cloak herself with the shadows around her, making her invisible at night which gives her the best opportunities to land sneak attacks!! She can manipulate shadows for offence attacks and defence barriers and-”

“Shut up nerd, we know!”

Their homeroom teacher shushes them, giving you the chance to take over his class while he sits back and takes a break from these rowdy teenagers. “As you’ve already heard from your homeroom teacher, today’s lessons will be quite different from what you’re used to.” You started, taking your husband’s position at the classrooms front desk. “Your classes for today will consist of stealth training and support item checks and upgrades. By the end of the day, you will all be given an individual evaluation about your new learned skills and ability to avoid unnecessary casualties. Are there any questions?”

A green haired boy’s hand went up, “Yes? Midoriya, is it?” You recognized his messy green hair and studious nature from his student file. Which described the boy’s heroic nature and curious tendencies perfectly.

“Yes miss, I have a question, if you don’t mind me asking!” he said nervously.

You smiled kindly not wanting the boy to feel any sort of hesitance when asking you a question, or any student really. “Questions are never a problem. Ask away!”

That’s when Shouta’s phone went off (at the worst timing). He picked it up and looked at the screen. “I have to take this one, I’ll be right back.” He said, before he made his way towards the classroom door.

“Yeah, no problem.” You answered before you turned your attention back to midoriya again, signaling him to ask away.

That seemed to get his usual gears running, as he eagerly shot an array of questions your way “If this is a stealth exercise, then why would we need a support item check? You said we will get upgrades, are they general upgrades or stealth upgrades? How will we train our stealth skills? And how will you evaluate our ability to avoid casualties exactly?”

O Boy. A soft heated laugh echoed through the classroom, yours to be specific, “No worries, all your questions will be answered the moment we arrive at the allocated training facility.” You pressed the button of the remote that opened the case closet, containing their costumes “For now, you and your classmates can change into your hero costumes and meet me back here in 20 minutes.”

All 20 student happily rushed to get their costume case and went to the changing rooms to change, leaving you behind in an empty classroom. Not long after that, Shouta entered again, phone still in hand, signalling he just ended the call, “Hey I have to go home to grab a new set of clothes for (D/N).”

“Oh, did something happen?” You asked confusedly.

“Nothing much. A kid at kindergarten spilled his drink over her, it’s left quite a stain so now she wants dry clothes, they had no spare set left there.” He sighed, “And here I thought she wouldn’t worry about such thing at the age of three, figuring out it would dry on its own and just keep drawing… or something.”

You giggle at his remark, “Seems like she’s already turning into a little lady.”

“O god, I hoped we could just stay at the fingerpainting stage for another year.” He groaned annoyed.

You laughed at his remark, before tauntingly replying: “Did you already forget about last time she had a little too much fun with paint~?”

He groaned again, recalling last times event clearly in his head,  “Of course not, the walls were covered in pink and I had to paint it over.”

You grinned, “So, are you sure that’s any better?”

He sighed again wrapping his arms around your shoulders, mumbling his reply, “Nevermind.”

You giggled a bit as you planted a kiss on his cheek, before pulling away from his embrace. He expected to see a loving smile on your face, the one you normally wore when you two had a moment like this, but was instead met with a smirk gracing your lips.

Oh no…

“Just go home and get her majesty her clothes, dear.” You said teasingly, then you proceeded to kick your husband out of the classroom. “Don’t worry, Dear! I’ll take care of your other 20 kids.” You gave him a wink before you shut the classroom door. Laughing quietly to yourself as you can only imagine him having to struggle with your 3 year old daughter, who will most likely not let the men leave after his arrival.

Your daughter was a bit clingy when it came to her dad, she never misses out on a chance to either nap together, hug or play hero/villain with him. It’s quite adorable how she runs around the house, wearing your husband’s goggles and claiming to become a ‘Night’ hero just like her dad! And due to this favoritism, Shouta started claiming that she’ll have his quirk when she grows a bit older, to which you, of course, didn’t agree too, for your quirk can also be quite handy in the late hours. This started a small bet between the two of you. The loser will have to take the winner out on a date! Truely, there was nothing at stake for the loser, but Shouta is so dead set on the thought that she is gonna have his quirk, so in his case, it may still be quite a big loss.

You couldn’t stop a small chuckle from escaping your lips as you thought about the man pouting when it does turn out that she has your quirk.

“Why are you laughing miss, did something funny happen?” It was Ochako, ready in her hero suit with midoriya and Iida by her side.

“No, no nothing happened-” You shook your head and smiled,  “-just a funny thought that came to mind.” Then you looked at Iida’s costume, “Hey, that’s Ingenium’s design, Isn’t it?”

You noticed the boy's proud demeanor as he wears it, for it is basically a family heirloom, “Yes it is! As a proud son of the Iida family, I hope to join my family at our hero agency after my graduation here at UA-” but you didn’t miss the sad gloss over his eyes by the mention of his brother’s hero name. “and carry on my brothers legacy as the hero called ingenium.”

“That sounds wonderful, Iida! Your brother is very proud of you taking over his hero name, ya know? He told me so himself”

The boy seemed surprised, “You know my brother?”

You smiled softly at him hoping to help him ease his trouble,“Yes I do, we’ve went to UA together actually. Last time I spoke to him, I went to visit him in the hospital and he told me this, ‘To know my little brother will carry my hero name as an emblem, making sure the name ‘Ingenium’ doesn’t die and will continue where I left off, eases my worries. I know he’ll be a fine hero someday. All I can hope for now is that he will make the name ‘Ingenium’ his own, I really hope he does.’ Your brother has high hopes for you kid, but he’s already so proud of you. I’ve talked to a few other heroes as well and we all agreed that you show a true heroes virtue. I myself believe you’ll stand with the top, best heroes of your generation! So when the time comes, I hope I get the chance to work alongside you! What do you say, Ingenium, wanna team up someday?” You held out your hand to him, smiling as you hoped for the boy to agree with your proposal.

Your smile faltered as you saw the shocked look he wore, tears forming in the corners of his eyes. “O, I’m so sorry-” You say in a panic, “-are you okay, i’m really sorry if I-”

“-Thank you, miss.” Iida removed his glasses and wiped away the watery beads that had threatened to fall, “I’m glad you told me.” He put his glasses back on and looked at you, determination filled his gaze, “I’ll keep working hard to become worthy of the name Ingenium. When I join my family’s hero agency, it would be my honor to work alongside you.”

“Can’t wait till your graduation kid,” You placed a hand on his shoulder, sincerity filling your voice, “I wanna see up close how you turn out to be as a hero, although I can already suspect you’ll be on top of the chart.”

You withdrew your hand of his shoulder and turned your attention to all 20 students, who were all dressed up and ready to rumble. “Okay heroes, now that we’re all geared up, let’s make our way to the front of the school! A bus will take us to the training facility.”

The students followed you in excited spirits to the bus, still talking lively amongst themselves when they choose a seat for the short journey. Midoriya, Ururaka and Iida who were chatting when Kaminari came to sit beside them together with Ashido, “Hey Iida, what where you and miss Umbra talking about? You seemed upset for a moment.”

“Well...miss Umbra and I talked a bit about my brother, apparently they’ve known each other since their years together at UA.”

“Wow, it’s pretty cool they went to UA together! Right?” Ashido said, tuning in on the conversation. “But if that’s all you talked about, what is it that made you upset?”

“Well, that isn’t all we talked about,” He began, his hands gesturing away. “Apparently she and my brother talked a bit about me taking over his hero name and that he hopes I’ll be able to make his hero name my own. It’s not that I’m upset, I just got little emotional is all.”

Kirishima, who was sitting opposite of his five classmates, also joined in. “I can see how that strikes a nerve, bro. Are you okay?”

“I am perfectly fine, thank you. Miss Umbra told me she has talked to other heroes about my hero capabilities as well and that they all seem to see great potential in me.” Iida smiles a little as he explains, “It appears she wishes for us to team up some time after my graduation.”

“Wow dude, she asked you for a team-up herself? that’s amazing!” Kaminari exclaimed loudly.

“Yes, it is quite the honor. She has high expectation of me, I hope I can abide them.”

“Out of all of us, Iida, you abide rules and expectations the best.”

“No doubt about that!”

“Seriously, you haven’t even graduated and you’re already high in demand!”

You giggled a bit as your husbands class went on about Iida, they were so supportive of him and seemed all so close to each other in general.

“No wonder he like this class so much.”

You turned on your phone and texted the tired man:

You: Me and the kids are on our way to the USJ, any idea when you’ll be joining us?

You figured Shouta would be way too busy to reply when suddenly your phone started ringing, a picture of him napping with your daughter on the couch lit the screen. You smiled as you tapped the green button to answer the call. “Hey, why did you call me, everything okay?”

“(Y/N),” His low voice came from the speaker in a pleading tone, “Help me.”

You giggled as you already guessed your husbands predicament, “What’s the problem?” You could hear the man tell your daughter to take the phone and tell what the problem is before you were met with her high pitched voice.

“Hi, mommy!”

You laughed at her enthusiasm as she got to call you, “Hey sweetie! Is everything okay?”

“Yes, but daddy has to stay! Can daddy stay?”

Of course he called you, the poor man was incapable of saying no to your daughters pleading puppy eyes. “Sweetie, daddy has to go back to work.”

You heard her gasp, an idea popping into her head, before she asked excitedly, “Can I go to daddy’s work?”

“Hmm, could you give daddy back his phone? I’ll talk with him about it.” You heard some rustling and talking on the other side before you heard your tired husbands voice again, “You okay with that?”

“Wait…you’re actually considering taking her to UA?”

“She’s been asking for a while now, one time couldn’t hurt.” You were surprised that he would even agree to it. You two had made clear boundaries in the beginning of your relationship about PDA and who the few people were to actually know about your marriage due to safety concerns. Letting the students know will certainly result to wildfire gossip.

“Are you sure, Shouta? I don’t mind her coming along, but your students will know about her then. Are you not worried about gossip amongst the students?”

There seems to be a pause at his end of the line and your pretty sure he’s contemplating his decision. You hear some rustling and mumbling on his side again before you finally get a reply, “Don’t worry momma! I’ll tell them to keep ‘shh’. Is it okay if I go to daddy’s school then? He says it’s okay!”

You sign in defeat, there’s no reason to say no now. “If daddy says it’s okay, then i’m okay with it too.”

You hear your daughter squealing on the other side of the line, yelling to her dad that it’s okay. “Thank you mommy!! I’ll give daddy the phone, bye bye!”

Once you suspected he had the phone to his ear again, you spoke in a flat tone of voice, “Was it the puppy eyes?”

“It was the argument actually.”

“So convincing you couldn’t bring any counter-arguments in?”

“Exactly.”

You grinned at the fact that your husband was so stubborn, that even you couldn’t sway his mind when it came to work-related things with the most rational of arguments...and here he was, unable to say no to his 3 year old daughter when she puts the puppy eye wildcard on the table and with the silly argument of telling the students to keep it ‘shh’.

“Seems like her majesty got her knight to bring her a new dress, and on top of that, a magical ride to the USJ kingdom.”

“That was the second argument, I can’t refuse her majesty’s wishes.” You could hear the grin he’s wearing through the phone.

You chuckle at his statement,  “Dear, you should really learn how to say no to her.”

“I reserved that part for you.” He replied in a smug tone.

“Wha- no! Sho-”

“See? You’re saying it agai-”

“O HUSH, I’ll see you two soon.”

You were answered with some lighthearted laughter at the other side of the line and some rustling in the background. You could faintly hear your husband say: ‘Say goodbye to mommy’ before you heard him pass the phone one more time. “Bye bye mommy!”

“Bye bye sweetie, i’ll see you and daddy soon.” You heard your daughter say ‘okay’ before you heard Shouta take the phone again and end the call. You laughed a bit to yourself at the silly conversation. Your daughter knew exactly how to pull her stubborn father's heart-strings, maybe one day she’ll tell you how she’s doing it.

“Miss Umbra?!” You turned around in your seat to see the bubbly pink student wave your way.

You hoped you didn’t talk loud enough for the students to hear that they’ll have an unexpected visitor during their training. “Yes, Ashido?”

“Are we almost there yet?”

You sighed inwardly as you checked your phone for the time, before showing the bubbly teen a smile, “Just a few more minutes.”

And as promised, the bus stopped before the USJ not too many minutes later. All students stepped out and made their way inside, listening to Umbra as she made her announcement. “Today’s training will take place in the Ruins Zone. We’re going to act out a scenario in which the ‘bad guys’ will discuss their evil plans in a secret location, in this case these ruins. there will be three groups of ‘bad guys’. All groups will receive three different topics of secret information that they’ll have to discuss with their group members, make it seem real! The heroes will infiltrate the ruins and try to collect information, undetected, from one of the three criminal groups. The criminal groups will discuss later on, which group was listened in on. If they don’t know which group it was, and if the heroes collect enough information that was given by one group, then the heroes have succeeded this exercise.”

Asui's hand went up, “Miss, why would there be 3 groups, if we only need to collect information from one?”

Midoriya’s hand shot up as well, “I think I know! Is it because if there was only one group, then they know for sure they’d be listened into? In real life criminal groups are never sure if they are listened into or not so if they know for sure now then there wouldn’t be a good indication for the heroes their stealth skills.”

“Midoriya is completely right! Criminals are always on the lookout for eavesdropping heroes, but there is a difference in expecting a hero or detecting a hero to be there. Now that i’ve explained the exercise, let’s get on with the support items for the heroes.” You pulled two pads out of your utility belt. “These pads can be placed under your shoes. The underside of the pads are soft and sound absorbent, this way your footsteps will be damped so you can move faster and get closer to the enemy without making your presence known. With that being said, let’s form the groups! ” You gave the pads to Bakugou and Ashido. “For the first round, you two will be the heroes.”

Ashido squealed happily because she gets to test out the support item first, while bakugou claimed he’ll ace this test. Shouta told you once that they both have a ‘noticeable presence’, which is the opposite of what you’re supposed to have in a stealth based mission. You hope to see great results at the end of this training session, or at least improvement.

“Now for the criminal teams.” You pulled out three different sheets of paper. “Midoriya, Iida, Uraraka and Yaoyorozu will be team 1.” You waved them over and handed them a piece of paper.”

Topic: Drug dealing

Boss: Ando Kojiro

Drug: Cocaine

City base: Musutafu, Japan

Base: Abandoned Warehouse (edge of the city: South)

“This is the information you’ll need to convey into your conversation. Your team will get 20 minutes to think up a conversation and, if necessary, to research some information about drug-cartels. After 20 minutes please try to have given everyone a role and some dialogue. Try to put yourself in a drug-dealer’s shoes and to make it convincing! This exercise is a chance for you guys to step into a criminals mind and try to get a better understanding of how they operate, which is both informative and fun! If any of you have any questions then don’t hesitate to ask.”

The four of them started setting up a plan while you went to give out information to the other groups. The three groups were busy planning out their dialogue when you heard an excited voice call out for you. “Mommy!!” Shouta came walking towards you and the students, your daughter tucked into his arms and oversized yellow goggles covering her eyes as she waved enthusiastically your way.

“MOMMY!?” The whole class exclaimed as they stared at the little, black haired girl as she jumped out of their teachers arms and gave you a hug. Then she jumped up and down happily and pointed to the goggles “Look mommy, looook!!! I put daddy’s glasses on!”

“Wait, DADDY!?” The little girl obviously had their teachers goggles on, so does that mean..?

You laughed at her boisterous claims, “I can see that, sweetie! But aren’t they a little to big for you?”

“Yes, but if I grow SOOO big,” She stretched her arms as far as she could above her head, “then they aren’t anymore and then I can be a hero just like you and daddy!!” She ran over to her tired dad and hugged his legs, “Right, daddy?”

Shouta couldn’t suppress a smile as he ruffled his daughters hair, “I’m sure you’ll be an amazing hero, kiddo.” He crouched down and looked at you for a second before he looked back at your daughter again, smirking as he said, “Why won’t you show your mom our little secret?”

The little, raven haired girl turned around to you and showed you a mischievous smile as she made her way back to you, uncovering her eyes to reveal the white eye-pad that was hidden beneath the goggles. She peeled it off quickly to which her hair flew up and her eyes colored a bright yellow. “Mommy~”

AAAHHH…. dipshit

“Daddy won!!” She giggled as Shouta came to stand beside you.

“Hear that, Honey? I won.” He showed you his infamous grin as your daughter hopped around you two and squealed in delight that her dad won. After the two of them had their fun, Shouta took the eye-pad again and placed it back on her eye. Her hair went down again and her eyes turned back into their normal colour, the same eye colour she shares with you. It didn’t take long for the 20 students to introduce themselves to your daughter, very surprised to discover their homeroom teacher had a wife and a child.

You were watching your daughter run around the students, jumping into their arms and wanting to know everything about them. It was cute how she thought the lot of them were already heroes, cuter how she recognised Iida’s costume as ingenium’s and claimed that he was one of her favorite heroes, and the cutest that they all played hero and villain together as she pretended to be just like her dad, wrapping her fluffy scarf around the ‘villains’ to capture them. Shouta stood beside you, enjoying the sight of his students and his daughter getting along so well.

“Isn’t that the same dress she put on this morning?”

“I’ve discussed with her teacher that she would call me if she developed her quirk. Turns out she had mine, so we wanted to surprise you.”

You looked at him, eyebrow already raised, “Surprise me?...or to rub it in~”

He grinned, “Maybe both.” and pulled you in for a hug.

You chuckled, hugging him back. You booped his nose when you pulled back, returning his grin in the process, “Next kid will have my quirk.”

“How are you so sure we’ll have another kid?”

“Daddy!!!” Your daughter runs to her dad and crashes right into his legs, before she reaches her arms out, wanting to be picked up. Shouta chuckles and complies, picking up his cheerful kid. “What is it kiddo?”

“The heroes-” She pointed towards his students, “-said I could maybe be the number one hero if I try, but I was like no, because I can only be the number two hero.”

Shouta frowns, confused that his daughter wouldn’t dream at such an age of being the number one hero, “Why the number two hero? Why can’t you be the number one hero?”

“Because you and mommy are my number one heroes, so of course I can’t be number one, because you are.” She huffed, exclaiming it like it’s the most logical answer in the world.

Shouta looks shocked by your daughters answer, unable to give her any sort of reply.

You smirked as you whispered into his ear: “That’s why.”

He turns his head to look at you and blankly says, “We’ll come back to this conversation later.”

“As I expected~” You sing-songed happily, pretty sure it was your daughter’s sweetness that made his brain malfunction just a moment ago.

You smiled as you watched your husband make silly faces, successfully getting your daughter to giggle and pull at his face to get him to make silly faces herself.

If you two do come back to this conversation, you’re pretty sure he won’t say no to having another kid

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Damn this is long!!! Sadly I can't put a keep reading in the middle, because my phone'll space 'm. Hope ya'll enjoyed!!

Have a good day buttercups~!! 💜💛💙💚

[kittykatz009]

Mocha Choco Latte: A KiriBaku fanfic

My first MHA fic, and it’s going to be a multi-chapter KiriBaku one! A special thank you to my lovely wives @wingsonghalo and @ittybittytoostormy, and my dear friend @musics-lifes-record. This insanity wouldn't have been possible without your constant encouragement. A special thank you to Wing for helping me with edits <3 I love you lots, babe Title: Mocha Choco Latte Pairing: Kirishima/Bakugou (with background Izuku/Ochacco) Rating: T, mostly for language  Wordcount for chatper 1: 3,039 Summary: Katsuki hadn't anticipated spending his senior year of University working at a cafe, but who was he to complain when it paid the bills? Besides, what could be the worst thing that could happen? Also available on: AO3

Chapter 1: Caramel Mocha Frappuccino 

If there was one thing that Bakugou Katsuki despised, it was people. Specifically, idiotic people. Like the ones who came in with a stupidly complex order that he had to repeat back twice to make sure he got each and every instruction right. Or the ones who would watch him make their drink, and the moment he would finish it, they would mention that they needed a milk alternative because god forbid they say something when ordering, or when they saw him grab the container of milk. And don’t even get him started on having to take their food orders; that was a new level of idiocy he hadn’t believed could be possible. Whoever said the customer is always right should be kicked in the face. He swore that this cafe was a beacon for idiots, and here he was, front and center, having to cater to their every whim.

“Kacchan, you’re scaring the customers again,” Midoriya Izuku commented as he approached the register to clock in.

“Can it, nerd. It’s not my fault that some people can’t get their order right the first time they order it,” he grouched, throwing a glare at the woman at the end of the counter who was typing away at her phone, her foot tapping impatiently as she waited for him to give her her drink.

“Still, you can try to be nicer to the customers. You are the cashier, after all.”

“And whose fault is that? I was perfectly happy being the cook until you fumbled because you were geeking out and spilled hot coffee all over the CEO of Nighteye Records.”

“Oh come on. I’ve apologized for that enough. You know I didn’t mean to! I just can’t help getting excited when I meet celebrities,” he complained as he shrugged on his apron.

“You’re lucky he didn’t try to get you fired, dumbass,” he scoffed, eyes rolling. He grabbed the cup from the steamer, the extra hot almond milk frothing, and quickly poured it into the to-go cup, mixing it in with the mocha syrup and the three decaf espresso shots, before popping a lid on the cup because heaven forbid he make the mistake of adding the whipped cream.

“Here,” he said, placing the drink on the edge of the counter aggressively. The woman huffed, throwing her phone in her purse before she scooped the cup up.

“About time. And would it kill you to be a little more appreciative of your customers? After all, you were the one who messed up my order in the first place. I can just take my business elsewhere, you know?” The challenging smirk she wore as she took a sip of her drink made Katsuki’s blood boil.

“Alright, listen here you b-”

“We are so sorry about the mistake! Please, have this cookie on the house!” Izuku interjected quickly, forcing himself between the seething Katsuki and the lady, thrusting a pastry bag in her direction.

“Well, at least ONE of you has manners. Thank you.” She snatched the bag out of his hand and stomped out of the store. Katsuki was fuming; how DARE she treat him like he was the idiot when she was the one who couldn’t get off her phone for more than five seconds to order her damn drink with the proper milk? He hoped she enjoyed the word “KAREN” scrawled across her cup. He turned toward Izuku, eyes narrowing.

“Quit it, Deku. I had that under control.” Izuku gulped, taking a step back from Katsuki, throwing his hands up in front of him in defense.

“You were about to call her a bitch, Kacchan. I had to do something. Sato’s told you if he gets any more complaints about you being rude to the customers, he’ll have to fire you.” Katsuki sighed, shoulders sagging as he realized just how right his friend was. He couldn’t afford to get himself fired, not with rent coming up soon. He was sure that Deku would help him out if that did happen, but damnit, his pride wouldn’t allow freaking Deku of all people to be the one to help him out of a bind like that, even if he was his roommate.

“Whatever. Anyway, Batteries for Brains dipped early, so I’m glad you showed up. Wasn’t looking forward to trying to run both the line and the register on my own. He should be lucky that all the orders so far have been for drinks and pastries, otherwise I’d have to kill him.”

“Kaminari’s a good guy. He probably had a very valid reason for leaving early,” Izuku said, heading toward the kitchen.

“Hopefully to tutoring. That guy’s math is atrocious,” he griped, counting the drawer down for shift change. “Oh yeah, pastry girl asked about you,” he called over his shoulder, smirking as he heard Deku run into the door frame, a muffled swear falling from him.

“U-Uraraka? What did she have to say?” he asked nervously, rubbing the red spot on his forehead.

“Wanted to know what you were up to this weekend. Told her to ask you herself.”

“Kacchan! That’s so rude!” Izuku whined, grabbing the pickup order ticket that printed off, scanning over it before grabbing one of the to-go cups to scrawl the instructions on it.

“What? I gave her your number, you moron. I’m not that heartless.” He finished counting down the drawer, noting that that idiot Kaminari short changed him, and took the cup from Izuku, whose face was as red as one of Sato’s cherry danishes.

“W-why would you do that?” he stammered, grabbing the next ticket and moving to the pastry case.

“Because clearly you’re not going to be the one to make the first move. You’ve been pining over her like an idiot since we first started here. I still can’t believe she caught you when you tripped on that drink that you spilled. You could barely stutter out the words ‘thank you’; do you really think I expect you to be able to ask her out?”

“I guess you’re right,” he sighed. “Thanks for having my back, Kacchan.”

“It’s whatever. You owe me one,” Katsuki grunted out as he sprayed the whipped cream on top of the drink before fitting the lid on it snugly. He placed the finished drink next to the pastry bag on the pick up rack and went for the next order. “Here, this one needs actual food. Get out of my space, loser.” Izuku took the ticket with a smile and went to the small kitchen, humming as he got to work.

Time passed idly, customers trickling in—some passing through for pick up, others dining in—and Bakugou was counting down the minutes until he was off. The dinner rush had come and gone, leaving the two to focus on the pre-closing procedures in between orders. Which left Katsuki with time to let his mind wander.

Working in a cafe wasn’t how he anticipated his senior year of university going, but it paid the bills. The place had a nice homey quality to it—the mismatched chairs and tables scattered about the dining area paired with various paintings and prints from local artists really made the ambiance. There was a small section by the register that displayed various knick knacks made in the community that were for sale, though Katsuki hated dealing with those purchases since there was a lot of paperwork involved to make sure that the right artist got their money. The real money maker of the cafe laid in the pastry case, though. Sato’s confections were famous throughout Akihabara; many locals supported the young business man who had a heart of gold and sweets to match. And Sato wasn’t a bad guy to work for. Quite the opposite, in fact; he paid his employees well and was very flexible with their schedules since most of them attended University of Akihabara, which is how Katsuki got roped into the evening shift. Not that he was complaining about that—it was generally a quiet time and he didn’t have to deal with as many stupid customers. Overall, it wasn’t a bad gig.

Katsuki had just finished breaking down the decaf espresso machine (good riddance—it was an abomination to mankind) when the bell at the front door jingled, announcing the arrival of a new customer. He took a deep breath to prepare himself for this onslaught of stupidity. The last patron had argued with him until they were both red in the face about the cafe having diet whipped cream, even though he assured him that the cafe never had any to begin with. Eventually, he was able to convince him that the drink was perfectly delicious without a topping, and sent him on his merry way, all the while wishing he could punt kick that pint-sized asshole across the room.

He exhaled and made his way to the register, finally looking up and blinking in surprise as he took in the appearance of the customer waiting on him. This guy looked ridiculous—his obnoxiously bright red hair was spiked up and Katsuki was sure that this guy was trying to emulate either a hedgehog or a porcupine. His choice of clothing, or lack thereof, was as disastrous as his hair. His chest was fully exposed and the only sort of covering his upper half had was some sort of weird cropped red and black jacket. Black pants tucked themselves into hideous muddy-red boots, but what really took the cake was not the weird open-mouth face mask that he wore; instead, it was the piss-poor attempt at red chaps that were held together by a gaudy-looking R-shaped belt buckle. He looked like he walked right off the page of some sort of shitty manga that he was sure Deku would read. It wasn’t like they didn’t get cosplayers in the cafe, because they did all the time, but this was surely the most bizarre one he had seen. The guy smiled at him, and Katsuki had to fight the urge to roll his eyes. Stupid, over-friendly cosplayers.

“Welcome to Sugar Rush. What do you want?” he asked gruffly, ignoring the softly chastising “Kacchan” coming from the kitchen. He couldn’t help it—he had had his fill of idiots for the day and his feet were fucking sore.

“Uhh,” the redhead eloquently replied, craning his neck to look at the menu. Clearly this guy was more brawn than brains, in Katsuki’s most humble opinion. Miraculously, he kept himself from tapping his fingers against the countertop in annoyance while the other scanned over the hand-written list of drinks, his eyes finally lighting up in delight as he settled on one.

“I would like one of the caramel mocha frappuccinos please!” he said with a smile and Katsuki noted that the guy even had put in false teeth; the ones grinning back at him were sharp and dangerous looking.

“Size?”

“Um, large?” he replied, though to Katsuki, it seemed like he was uncertain.

“Is this for here or to go?” Katsuki was praying that the guy said to go because if he had to wipe down the lobby one more time before they closed, he was sure he was going to lose his mind.

“To go, unfortunately,” the cosplayer laughed, handing his card over as Katsuki gave him the total. “Oh yeah, don’t you need to ask my name?” he asked, putting the card away along with his receipt.

“Nah, I’ve got it. Just go to the end of the counter,” he replied, scribbling on the cup then turning to get the ingredients, effectively cutting off any conversation. He swore he heard the cosplayer mutter something that sounded suspiciously like “of course you do ” under his breath, but Katsuki refused to ask. As he stood up, milk in hand, he was met with disapproving green eyes peering at him from over the kitchen window.

“Not a word, Deku. And I swear to god, if you come out here, I’ll kill you,” he threatened while measuring out the milk. Izuku sighed, shaking his head and disappeared from Katsuki’s line of sight, which he much preferred right now. He poured the milk in the blender, added the pumps of mocha and caramel syrup, and tossed the ice in before popping the top on the machine and turning it on. Katsuki caught himself checking out the cosplayer out of the corner of his eye while he waited for the drink to be blended perfectly. The guy was sort of cute, he mused. Kind of in that endearing puppy dog sort of way as he hummed along to the shitty pop music that was playing on the speakers while he scrolled his phone. It was ridiculous, however, that he would even be thinking about how attractive the guy was—he was sure that he would never see him again. That, and he was nothing more than a customer; Katsuki had no business daydreaming about how nice it would be to feel those arms wrap around him, crushing him to that stupidly beautiful chest that was on display for all to see. Nope, not at all. It was hopeless. Just a fleeting crush that would never come to fruition.

A crash from the kitchen followed by an exclamation of “oh holy shit ” snapped him out of his delusional thoughts, and he huffed out an angry sigh. Leave it to Deku to break something once again. He emptied the contents of the blender into the to-go cup, adding a swirl of whipped cream to the top before securing the lid to the cup with a soft pop. He felt a smirk start pulling at his lips as he turned around.

“Large caramel mocha frappuccino for a ‘Shitty Hair,’” he called out, causing the cosplayer to look up from his screen, blinking in bewilderment as he looked between Katsuki and the drink that was on the counter. The reaction was priceless, if Katsuki could admit that to himself, and it was totally worth the look on the cosplayer’s face and the shrill “Kacchan ” yelled at him. What Katsuki wasn’t expecting, however, was the cosplayer to start laughing, a deep rumbling sound that sent shivers running through him. God, why was this guy’s laugh even attractive? It wasn’t fair.

“Oh shit, that was great!” the cosplayer replied once he was finally able to catch his breath, wiping tears out of his eyes while reaching for the cup. “I haven’t laughed that hard in ages. Have a great day, man!” he exclaimed, placing some coins on the counter as a tip before grabbing a straw and leaving the cafe. Katsuki was baffled at the guy’s reaction—most people didn’t thank him for insulting them. He shook his head, pocketing the yen, and turned to see a heaving Izuku with his hands on his knees like he had just ran a marathon frantically looking between him and the now closing door.

“Kacchan! You can’t call people names like that! Do you even know who that was?” he cried.

“Uh, just some shitty cosplayer, duh?” Katsuki rolled his eyes at Izuku’s theatrics, grabbing the blender and heading to the sink to rinse it out.

“A cosplayer?? No! That was Kirishima Eijirou, Kacchan!” Izuku replied and Katsuki dropped the blender in the sink, whipping around to face him.

“Kirishima Eijirou, as in the fucking actor?” Katsuki could feel a ball of dread curling up in his stomach. He was hoping that Deku was wrong, but that nerd knew celebrities like the back of his hand. The exasperated look he got in return was more than enough to confirm his worst fears.

“Yes that Kirishima Eijirou, Kacchan. Oh my god, I can’t believe you called him Shitty Hair. What were you thinking?” he asked, pulling at his hair.  

“In my defense, I thought he was just some shitty cosplayer! What the hell was that get up, anyway? God, it was awful.”  

“Oh my god, you’re kidding me, right? He’s currently filming for the live-screen adaptation of the Red Riot comics. This has been a highly anticipated movie from director Toyomitsu Taishiro that’s been in the works for the past four years. All Might productions picked it up and they finally just got the casting settled last year and were able to move forward with the filming process. And, he’s the main character. Oh my god, my best friend just called the actor for one of my favorite comic book heroes Shitty Hair. Oh my god, what if he gets the cafe shut down? What will we do about rent money? I’m sure mom could help me out, but still…” he trailed and Katsuki had to take a deep breath.

“Calm down, you dork. I highly doubt he’s going to get the cafe shut down. Hell, he seemed to have a good laugh over what I said. Besides, if he was upset with anyone, it would be me, not you. So don’t overwork your brain over there with things that won’t happen.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right,” Izuku exhaled, visibly calming. “I still can’t believe you did that, though.”

“Are you ever going to shut up about it?” Katsuki groaned, going back to cleaning the blender out.

“Only when you decide to stop holding you being a barista over my head because of the Nighteye incident,” he laughed, walking out to the lobby to lock the door and turn the ‘open’ sign over to ‘closed.’

“Fair enough. Now, let’s get this shit done quick. My bed is calling my name.” They continued with their closing procedures, and as Katsuki was counting down the drawer for the night, his thoughts were haunting him. He just happened to have the shittiest luck, he determined. Not only was he crushing on a customer, but the customer was an actor. An actor who he happened to insult. Holy fuck. Great job, Katsuki. Way to fucking go. As they finished closing and were leaving the shop, he decided that it didn’t matter. This would just live to be an embarrassing tale that he would make sure he and Deku took to their graves. It’s not like he would ever see the guy again, after all.

Thanks for making it to the end of chapter one of my very first BNHA fic! Hope it was to your enjoyment. Please feel free to leave a review and let me know how I did! Chapter 2 should be coming soon <3

[lilspice05]

Youth Culture is different though each generation and can be described in many ways or forms. For example youth culture is the way children, adolescents and young adults live, and the norms, values, and practices that they share. Now imagine that definition and compare it with your favorite television show or movie. What do you see? You should find a relation between the experiences that you dealt with in life and what the character is doing throughout the series or film. Now take that even one step further and look deep into what character you relate to the most. It could be the smallest, funniest, shyest, craziest character or even the main character. Now really look deeper into that relation as it can be any action, feeling, or even the way that character dresses can depend on why you relate to them so much. This relation with youth culture can be seen throughout every decade, especially the  50”s, 60”s,90’s, and 2000’s with each one having its own style, norms, language, and values that related to the teens and young adults at the time. 

In the 50’s they strongly focused on family based shows and values as they were post world war II and the dawn of the cold war, so they wanted young men to serve and ladies to stay home and take care of all the chores, kids, and sometimes the finances. That's why shows, or back then they were called sitcoms like I Love Lucy, Father Knows Best, and Happy Days were all premiered during this time frame. This taught young ladies how to cook, clean, respect their husbands, and how to dress which was very proper back then. As image was everything for both men and women and if you weren't a perfect and happy family then something was wrong with you. All of this also was happening while also teaching young men to go to work and take care of their family while providing food, protection, and a house. This all because of their norms as they thought a man was everything back then and women were still fighting for many rights. Which leads us to the 60’s. Now this decade also had a huge war in it which caused a lot of norms to change for many people. It even had one of the youngest presidents in the office who was then assassinated later, which made values also slowly change as people's style, music, and lifestyle was different for the better. Girls were able to go out and wear shorter dresses and start stepping out of their comfort zone, especially on the hippie side where they were able to be free and really like themselves. That's why movies like Casino Royale, Barbarella, She, and Cleopatra were put out to show women as strong, independent, outgoing, and capable of things men can do. Sometimes they were even better than the men, however social media still made sure during that time men were still the superior gender and released Dr No, Goldfringers, and DJANGO, to make the men look ten times stronger. Now after reading all that let's skip a few decades and look at the 90’s. This decade was full of crazy and extreme lifestyles as more and more people were stepping out of that ‘’American Dream” life and more into the party life. People were drinking, smoking, building bigger and better homes, driving expensive cars, and more norms were being added as many people were opening up about being gay or lesbian. They also had a very outgoing and different style than the other decades as crop tops, baggy clothes, big shoes, and funny looking hair styles were all introduced as a way to get young teens to step out of their comfort zone. This then led into the early 2000’s as it became the new norm for the next generation. Which strongly believes in being bold, different, but also takes from the other decades. Like from the 50’s and 60's, image is everything and one mess could lead to a variety of different conquense based on the norms or values that society has put in place for us. 

Now that I have dropped all that different outlooks of the different decades on you. You should know I'm a 2000 decade baby so I personally relate not only to the movie Breakfast club but also the character John Bender. I relate to this character in so many different ways as I can see myself as if i was actually in the movie. The first way I relate to him is he is an outsider just like me. We as people don't fit what society considers as perfect or even normal because we have rough past, presents, and maybe even futures as we given up on the reality of a good life. It's like as a person who is just so used to being thrown to the side and forgotten about or used for other’s success doesn't need others to feel sorry for us so we just hide and do our own things. However, with saying another way I relate to John is that we do our own thing and hope someone notices we are doing those actions. We especially want a parent to notice us and actually love us the right way. As just like this character I have a broken home and my mother was very abusive by yelling, screaming, throwing things, and mental breaking me down. Which caused us to change for the worse in hopes they will wake up one day and expect us because society hasn't just like them. All of this then made me three themes that were shown throughout not only this film but many more like Mean Girls,Euphoria, and Mid-90’s.The first theme was rebellion against authority. In everyone of these films they struggled with what adults opinions and demands as they couldn't understand that they were just trying to protect them or teach them a lesson they have to learn. This tends to be a heavy theme that happens today since we young adults grow up just a little too fast trying to keep up with trends, goals, and even just fellow adults. The second theme is the general stereotypes that most movies, short films, and tv shows use to show high school life. Those stereotypes are the popular girl, athlete, nerd, weird kid, mean principal, and most of all the outsider. They then combine them all together and hope that they get along, which never happens since the social class says that can't happen, otherwise you're a complete loser. Unless they are providing something for you, or in the popular girl case worshiping you. Then the last theme is the peer pressure that is actually put on the students to be so perfect. Then on top of that the soundtrack for each film and show gives and assists in telling a story and guides the audience in certain ways, for example emotionally, and it enriches and deepens their experience of the film. That's why if i ever had to choose a soundtrack for any film it would be the Breakfast Club and it would be these ten songs: Simple Minds- Don't You,Nirvana - All Apologies,Paramore: That's What You Get,Numb (Official Video) - Linkin Park,Red Hot Chili Peppers - Californication,Journey - Don't Stop Believin',Aerosmith - Dream on,Every Rose Has Its Thorn- Poison,Home Sweet Home - Motley Crue,and Stand by Me - Ben E King. I chose these songs because they all express emotions that are portrayed throughout the movie. From pain to love and everything in between, there are so many different emotions that are brought up in the movie and that’s why I specifically chose these songs. 

[kpopmultifan127]

When your Crush had enough (Jaehyun NCT)

I never really had any friends growing up. I had only like three friends pretty much my whole life. Bri, Candie and Christy. They always had my back when I always got bullied. It was quite often I got bullied in school. That’s actually how I met them. Bri saw 2 girls pushing me around and pouring water all over me, I just stood there and took it but she came and helped me get away. Now years have past I gained 2 more friends because of her. I went to a school where if we studied so much we became the nerds of the school. Well that was me. I always had books in my hand and I’m always in the library studying. Candie always told me to get myself out there and talk to people. Since we were all freshmen in college.

Bri: We need to get you out more instead of your head always in the books. Take a break once in awhile. 

Y/N: If I take a break I won’t be able to pass my exams.

Candie: Oh my god it’s just a little break here and there. You’re already smart enough you’ll do fine.

Chris: yeah y/n. Lets just go out to get coffee for a little while. Take a break.

Y/N: OK OK!!!

So we all went to the coffee shop down the road from our school. Taking a break did feel good and relaxing. Until we saw one of the girls who bullied me all my life. Her name was Ashley. She saw us sitting down and walked over to where we were at.

Bri: can we help you 

Ashley: why would i need something from you? especially since you hang out with this low life of a loser hahaha.

Y/N: what is your problem. you’ve been a bitch to me ever since middle school. what did I ever do to you?!

Ashley: you stole my boyfriend!

Me: WHO?!

Ashley: Jeffery!

Y/N: he wasn’t your boyfriend....and he asked ME out....not my fault how was I suppose to know you liked him!

Ashley: well it was your fault he rejected me because he was with your ass.

Candie: Oh my god that was in middle school why does it matter now?!

She then comes over and knocks over the coffee I had and spilled all over me then walks away laughing.

Y/N: just fucking great.

Then a guy comes to our table.

Guy: are you ok?

Y/N: Does it look like!---

We all looked up and saw this gorgeous guy standing there with some napkins and a hoodie he was wearing.

Bri: she will be.....who are you?

Guy: sorry I saw what happened and came over here to offer you some napkins and my jacket to cover yourself up...my name is Jaehyun.

Candie: nice to meet you. This is Bri, y/n and I’m Candie.

Jaehyun: nice to meet you ladies. Here y/n take this.

Y/N: Thanks.....you don’t have to.

Jaehyun: i know but it wouldn’t be fun walking out with coffee all over you. It’s fine you can give it back to me anytime. You go to the college down the road right?

Bri: yes she does...we all do. do you go there too?

Jaehyun: yes...i’m majoring in music.

Christy: How did you know we go to that school?

Jaehyun: I’ve actually seen her around a few times. We are actually in the same math class together.

Y/N: Oh really?

Jaehyun: yes, sorry I haven’t introduced myself sooner. But I’ll see you in Math, I have to head out to music class. 

He looked so gorgeous walking away...How could I have not noticed him in class? Well actually I hated Math the most because Ashley was in that class too. So always stayed far away from her and sat by myself all the time. As we got back to the school I washed his hoodie and put it in a bag to give it to him when we had Math later today. As I walked in class I saw him sitting by himself.

Y/N: hey...thanks again for earlier. here’s your jacket...I cleaned it. so thanks again.

Jaehyun: you’re welcome. You wanna sit here?

Y/N: um..su--

Just before I was going to sit Ashley came in and shoved me out of the way.

Ashley: excuse me this is my seat thanks...

And she sat down. I looked at him...

Jaehyun: oh y/n was going to sit here.

She looked at me with a gaze that could murder you. And made sure I know to say no.

Y/N: no--it’s ok I’ll sit over here.

Ashley: yeah she’s fine she always sits over there!

So I sat where I usually sit and class began. I kept glancing at him from time to time. I just couldn’t believe how someone so perfect is in my class. How can I not notice it. Every time I looked at him he look up and smile at me. I couldn’t help but smile back.

Then Ashley would see what was happening and I’d go back to looking at my book as if nothing was happening. As class finished I needed to go back to my room to get my clothes for dance practice. When I was walking out Jaehyun stopped me.

Jaehyun: hey y/n where are you off to now?

Y/N: I have to go back to my room to get my clothes for dance class.

Jaehyun: oh you’re majoring in dance?

Y/N: Oh no I really just love dancing so I actually don’t have class right now. I just use this time to either study or dance in the studio downstairs.

Jaehyun: oh cool....mind if I joi--

Just as he was going to ask me something Ashley came and snatched him away. Watching them walk away and her arm linked around his.

Ashley: Hey lets go have some lunch.

I haven’t danced in quite sometime but when I feel stressed or just want a break I usually go to the studio. As I sat there stretching my mind couldn’t get off of Jaehyun. He’s so perfect. Beautiful smile, he can sing and he seems very caring after he offered to let me us his jacket to hide the ugly coffee spill on me. I had the music kind of loud because when I do I feel myself floating away as if no one else existed. As I stopped with lil breath left I heard someone clapping behind me. I got scared and turned around and saw Jaehyun standing there with his bright smile.

Jaehyun: wow that was pretty amazing y/n.

Y/N: oh thanks....how long were you standing there?

Jaehyun: not long but enough to see you’re an amazing dancer. How long have you been dancing?

Y/N: Since I was able to walk, my mom said every time music came on I’d start to dance and won’t stop unless the music stopped.

Jaehyun: That’s too cute.

So we spent pretty much the whole time of our free period just talking before we knew it, we both had to part ways into our next classes. It felt nice to talk to someone who listens to you and is actually interested about what you enjoyed. I never really met someone who is like him, he’s perfect. But I shouldn’t give my hopes up as he is just being nice to me and I need to stay away from him before Ashley attacks me again. I finally got to Chemistry and I can talk to Bri about what just happened.

Bri: What’s with you? I haven’t seen you smile this much in such a long time did something happen?

Y/N: no....

Bri: You’re such a liar you’re turning red...something happened! Tell me!

Y/N: Ok! Well you know how I usually go to the practice room on my free time?

Bri: yeah..

Y/N: Well I was in there and after I stopped dancing Jaehyun was in there watching me....

Bri: WHAT?!

Y/N: SHHH!!!!

Bri: What....what happened?

Y/N: Well nothing really...we just talked about everything.....What he liked....what I liked...everything...

She could see how happy I got because I started to get really red and smily.

Bri: you like him don’t you?

Y/N: What?! No what are you talking about? We just talked...

Bri: y/n I’ve known you for years...I know you like him. You can’t hide it.

Y/N: Well it’s not like he likes me either...and I can’t even touch him because Ashley...She’ll kill me even if she found out he was with me during free period.

Bri: But what if--

Y/N: Can we stop....class is about to start.

As class started I couldn’t concentrate on anything. I don’t know if I was more scared of...Was I more scared of the fact I found someone who seem to actually care about me....am I over thinking it? or am I more scared to the fact Ashley probably has a better chance with him and she’ll destroy me for the rest of my life if she knew I liked him. When I got back to my room Christy was there.

Christy: Hey are you ok?

Y/N: She told you didn’t she?

Christy: Who?

Y/N: Stop lying to me...I know Bri texted you.

Christy: OK ok you caught me....we know you truly like him why don’t you just tell him?

Y/N: I can’t....

As me and Christy was talking in our room we had the door open and as I told Christy what happened...and how we spoke in the practice room, and how I feel I truly fell in love with such a perfect person...

Just as I was telling Christy all of this....Ashley walked by. Oh no did she hear everything I said?! I hope she didn’t because then my life is ruined....The next day came and it was time for Math class.....I couldn’t wait for Math class...I get to see him again. As I was walking to class I saw Ashley walking towards me.

Ashley: hey slut!

Y/N: what did you just call me?!

Ashley: I said HEY SLUT!!!

Y/N: What is your problem....why can’t you just let go of the past already?!

Ashley: Oh no it’s not that...I heard a little bird say you like Jaehyun and you think he actually likes you back.

Y/N: What?! No I didn’t! You don’t know what you’re talking about!

So she really did hear our conversation and it just upsetting me more to the fact she brought it to the hallways where everyone can hear.

Ashley: Oh please you really think someone like him will actually like you?! HAHAHA OH MY GOD YOU ARE TOO FUNNY!

Y/N: It’s possible I mean look at Jeffery....he liked me didn’t he?

Ashley: YOU ARE A FUCKEN BITCH!

She then knocked my books out of my hand and shoved me against the wall. And I fell down scraping my elbow and hurting my hand. She then looked down on me...

Ashley: Stay away from Jaehyun or else who know what else I’ll do!

As I sat there trying not to cry and she walked away. She saw Jaehyun walking towards her.

Ashley: Oh hey Jae---

Jaehyun: I’m tired of you! You really think I’d be with a bitch like you who enjoys to hurt other people?

He then walks away from her and sees me on the floor slowly trying to get up. I tried to grab my books but before I could I see someone grab them for me..

Y/N: thank you. but you don’t--

I look up to see it’s Jaehyun helping me grab my books. Then help me up. He looked so upset and silent. A side I never seen.

Jaehyun: Are you ok?

Y/N: yes...I’m fine.

He grabs my books and held them and glanced over to where I was holding my elbow and notices I had a scratch that was slightly bleeding from when I scratched it on the concrete wall. Then wraps his arm around my shoulder and took me to the practice room. When we got there he sat me down on one of the chairs.

Jaehyun: Stay here I’ll be right back.

Y/N: Ok...

He then comes back with a first aid kit from the wall. 

Y/N: I’m fine really...

Jaehyun: No you are not...let me see your elbow.

He then moved my hand to take a better look of my elbow. The scratch was a little more than what it started off at. It became a little worse from me trying to hide it. So he then pulls out the saline to clean off the debris that got onto my elbow. Then pulls out the medicine to disinfect the wound. I kind of got scared and pulled back....

Jaehyun: yes I know it’ll sting but we need to clean it so you won’t scar. I’m here and you’ll be fine.

I then had a sign of relief as he began to put the medicine on my wound. It hurt so much I slightly cringed. And the pain started to go away after he started to blow on it so the medicine would dry faster and the pain would stop. 

Y/N: you’ve done this quite often have you?

Jaehyun: My friends get hurt all the time when we perform so we kind of know the basics of first aid. And you’re all done.

I sat there quietly as he started to clean up the mess and putting the first aid kid back.

Y/N: thank you...

Jaehyun: you’re welcome.

Y/N: you heard everything didn’t you?

Jaehyun: heard what...the conversation you and Ashley had?

Y/N:....yeah.

Jaehyun: did you not want me to hear it?

Y/N: um...I don’t know. But why did you help me then?

Jaehyun: because...

I knew in my mind he only did it to be nice. But in my deeper thoughts I wanted it to be more than what I only thought. I sat there and put my head down as I rubbed my injured elbow.

Y/N: ooh ok. 

Jaehyun: I got tired of seeing someone hurt someone I fell in love with.

As I sat there I couldn’t believe what I just heard. I lifted my head up, and there he is standing there nervous.

Y/N: huh?!

Jaehyun: I got tired of seeing Ashley do such horrible things to you. And after the first day we met I couldn’t stop thinking about you. Every time I tried to get close to you she was there. Then when I saw you in the practice room and we just talked, it felt great to finally meet someone I can talk to that would listen to me and not want to be with me because of how I look.

Y/N:...so you did hear our conversation. but I do feel the same way. I never met someone who wanted to know what I liked and what I liked to do...to be honest that first day you helped me with the coffee incident I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I was just too scared to say anything because of Ashley.

As I sat there again we said nothing for a few minutes. Then as I was about to get up he came over and gave me a hug. I looked up at him as he was leaning in to give me a kiss.

Jaehyun: you don’t ever have to be scared to say anything to me. I’ll always be here to listen to you and be with you when you want me to. 

I smiled as he held me in his arms. He was my music I put on full blast to make everything disappear but us.

[thou-crusty-batch-of-nature]

A light in the darkness - Part 2

Pairing Remus x reader Warnings language, cuteness overloaded A/N Thank you @futurewriter2000 for all your help! Here comes part two. I hope you will like it! Feel free to send me feedback and requests! 

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When I arrived in the great hall, everyone was waiting for me. Aza, Lily and Remus were discussing upon a book they've recently read, while Zoe, James, Peter and Sirius were arguing over quidditch. Zoe seemed the most devastated. "Oh, Peter; even they've realised that they are the worst! They've even changed their motto to: "Let's all just keep our fingers crossed and hope for the best!" On the other hand, Ballycastle Bats is the second most successful team in the League's history!" "Slow down, Miss Fruitbat! There will only be one champion! Your team may be the second, but Puddlemere United has twenty-two League wins!" James interrupted. "Yeah, and another two at the Quidditch World Cup!" Sirius added, before turning to me. "Look, the queen has finally decided to come! I was ready to send your servant to escort you!" "You are too kind, but we all know there'll only be one true queen here!" "Yes, a drama queen!" Remus snorted. "I bet the ladies at the palace would kill for your hair, Snuffles!" James said. "Where shall we go?" "I really need to buy some quills, as a very annoying dog decided to destroy all of them!" I announced. "In my defence, the ulm wood is very tasty!" "I need to buy some parchments, we can go together to Scrivenshaft's." Remus said. James rolled his eyes. "Nerds." "Then we will all meet at the Three Broomsticks in an hour, is that okay?" Lily asked. After everyone had agreed, Remus and I headed for the shop. It was a warm late-autumn day. The sun was shining shyly. I was looking at the quills, trying to choose between a white and a black one, when I heard my name being called. "You won't believe what I've found!" "If it's a very interesting book, you can just say!" "Then I guess I'll just leave with the newest AC/DC album, what a cruel life!" "What!?" He was one of the few friends who knew my love for rock. Growing up in the Black family, I hadn't had access to any kind of muggle stuff, but having Zoe as my roommate soon made me love music as much as her. We paid for our stuff, then we walked for a while, letting the scrunching leaves bring back our happiest memories, slowly getting closer. "Did Padfoot really destroy your quills?" "Yeah, and most of my shoes. Once I've found him on my bed, ready to play with my History of Magic essay! After I'd worked 3 hour for that, I was ready to make him a coat!" "He chewed my wand a few times, too." We were walking up the hill. The village was painted in tones of red and orange. "I know. He came running to my room, begging me to let him hide there. I haven't seen him more frightened before." We laughed. "I still don't know how you managed to find the spell for entering the girls' dorms." "A gentleman never tells his secrets." "Come on, I want to take revenge! He destroyed my favourite trainers!" I tried to nudge him gently, but I accidentally tripped over a root and fell on the ground. Remus attempted to catch me, but he was too slow. "Are you okay?" he asked panicked. He took my hands, helping me stand. "Yes, it's just my foot. I think I sprained my ankle, but I can walk-" "Nonsense! There's no way I'm going to let you limp until we get there!" That's how I ended up on Remus' back, my hands around his neck, while he was carrying me through the sleepy village. My chin rested on his light brown curls. In a few minutes, we arrived at the three broomsticks. When he gently put me down, I didn't hesitate to plant a chaste kiss on his cheek. "Thank you so much!"  "Don't mention it, love!" Roses bloomed on his face, looking so stoic against his freckled cheeks. "Well, you two obviously had some fun!" Lily cheered. "Oh, will you shut up already!" We sat down at the corner table. "Where are the rest?" "Sirius and Peter are at Zonko's, and Zoe and Aza went to Honeydukes to 'refill the emergency stash' whatever that means." James said, "Would you like anything to drink? I was ready to go give the order when you came." "A butterbeer." "I want one, too, but I am coming with you." Remus answered. Seeing the boys leave, I turned to Lily. "So, how did your first date go?" "It was amazing, we went to Madam Puddifoot's." she mused, glancing at James. "Didn't you two hate that place?" "I for sure do, but he doesn't have to know that. I had to see if he was willing to do what I wanted, even if it was pure torture for him." "You know he's been at your feet since our second year; why did you bother?" Lily smirked mischievously. "It was hilarious to see him covered in pink confetti and glitter, not to mention the group of first year's who stalked him all the way here."

"Your order, ladies!" Remus said, putting the beverages down. The others came after that, and we spent the rest of the day talking and laughing. Soon the sun was setting and we needed to go back. As I stepped outside, I realised that wearing a shirt wasn't the wisest decision. The wind was blowing violently, but it wasn't the only thing sending shivers through my body. Remus' hand was around my shoulders 'just in case I needed support to step' as he said. However, I almost fell again when he moved it on the small of my back. "Are you alright there, little one?" my brother asked, noticing my behaviour. "Just a bit chilly, that's it!" Remus removed his hand, only to take off his coat and put it over my shoulders. It smelt like his musky cologne. It's strange how cozy and happy I've felt under his touch. I looked in his eyes, smiling sweetly. "Thank you!" "The pleasure is mine!" he answered, taking my hand in his. 'I used to think love was bound by numbers: first kisses, second dances, infinite heartbreaks. I used to think numbers outlasted the love itself, surviving in the dark corners of the demolished heart. I used to think love was heavy and hard. I don’t think those things anymore.' -David Arnold, Kids of Appetite

Time flew by like a petal in the wind. The Christmas break was only a couple of days away. My friends and I hadn't planned anything this year, so we had to go home. The classes have just finished. Aza, Zoe and I decided to celebrate the winter wonderland by going outside. With thick, woollen socks, scarves and beanies, you could say we were ready to move on a glacier. We were just finishing a snowman, when I felt something cold landing on my back. As I turned to see the attacker, another snowball hit my face. "You blithering idiots!" I took the snow out of my now freezing face, turning to the source of the brutal attack. I immediately saw the innocent faces of the marauders. "It was Remus!" Sirius denounced, hands up in surrender. "Y/N I am truly, terribly sorry! Are you hurt?" "You better fucking start running!" "Oh- I get it." With that, he sprinted through the snow, without a destination. Still, I didn't need more than a minute to catch him. I quickly made the biggest snowball I could, from which he dodged easily. However, when he threw his, I was so taken aback that I fell, sprawling over him. "Hi," I whispered innocently, my thighs around his waist. "'Ello, little one! Got yourself cosy here, didn't you?" "I suppose I did, " I said, slowly grazing my fingers over his face and neck, following the pattern of a scar. I let my eyes turn the same greenish colour as his, observing how they dilated. Frozen as in a spell, he didn't see the fist of snow I managed to take and smash in his face. "Oh, you little minx!" That's not fair!" "Only losers say that!" "Fine, I surrender, you've won!" We went to our rooms wet and filled with joy. With the winter outside, we couldn't ignore the summer from our souls. "Are you going to be okay?" Aza asked. "Yes." "You know, if they do anything to you, you can always send me an owl and I'll be ready to beat their ass." Zoe said.

"I will be fine, I'll be with Sirius." We were in our dorm, packing our stuff. It was a rather cloudy night. Snowflakes were peacefully making their way to the ground, turning the world in a enormous chess board. I finished drying and packing my clothes from today's snowball fight. I was exhausted. "I am off to bed!" I announced.

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[galadrieljones]

Hello, there! i am the writer anon who sent You that Lily Farm asks! I have read Your responses and I will go through them if I may: "I am so proud that you love my couple of busted umbrellas as much as I do. They hold each other up ❤️" That’s the point of great relationships, really, to hold each other up throughout the good and bad times. I really like Your characterizations of them while keeping them still true to their original sources! Very good! (1/3)

Hey anon!! (@nuggetsarahtrudeau??) I’m sorry it took me so long to respond. I’ve had in-laws at my house all weekend but am finally free lol.

Thank you so much!! I am so glad you like my characterizations, especially of Mary Beth. There’s not a ton of Mary Beth dialogue in the game, but I always felt there was enough for me to get a pretty good handle on how I want to write her. She’s a *little* feisty but mostly, she’s just who she is. She’s not a superhero or some sort of extraordinary badass, but she’s also not weak or afraid. She’s a pretty intimidating thief and a brilliant conwoman. She’s brave and full of gumption in the world, and most importantly, she loves Arthur for who he is, not for who he could become, or some fantasy about who she wishes he was. 

Mary Beth is also not ashamed of being imaginative and excited about stories and reading, and she is generally just a massive nerd. This is mostly why I love her so much for Arthur. The scene when the two of them just straight up geek out about their writing together is really the scene that made me ship them forever. Arthur really never opens up like this about his personal interests to anyone else in the story, and it’s very telling. They have a lot in common. When they play dominoes, Mary Beth also is just a total nerd, proposing that the winner gets to read the loser’s journal. I love that they both use writing as a means of processing their emotions and experiences in the world, and then they talk about it. I’m so happy that I’m not alone in seeing it! They’re both just huge writing dorks and I cannot be convinced otherwise.

As for whether or not she’s writing about Arthur in canon at the end, i do have thoughts on that. I keep meaning to read through “The Lady of the Manor” and then maybe I’ll make a post on it some day. In the meantime, thank you so much for reading The Lily Farm and for dropping a line. I really appreciate it!!!!