#why they gotta pair my girl with the class clown

[ye0ncore]

teardrops on my guitar - park sunghoon <3

fourth part in the series

note: hi babies! i may or may not have another series in the works for after i finish this one 👀

>> pairing: sunghoon x female reader

>> summary: being in love with park sunghoon isn’t easy. especially when he’s in love with another girl.

>> based off of: teardrops on my guitar by taylor swift

>> rating and genre: g, pg if you don’t like cursing, angst

>> warnings: strong language,

>> word count: 1.6k

drew looks at me, i fake a smile so he won’t see

your heart clenched at the sight of sunghoon. he was in the front of the classroom, with his best friend jake by his side. sunghoon had always been a little bit of a class clown, and jake was always right there with him. the teacher had told sunghoon to quiet down, but all sunghoon did was get louder. the teacher just laughed it off. sunghoon had always been her favorite.

she went on talking about some history topic, you zoning out in the middle of it. you couldn’t find any motivation to actually pay attention, so you let your thoughts wander. and they landed where they always seemed to go. sunghoon. you couldn’t seem to get the boy off your mind. he was always there.

you and sunghoon had always been very close. you basically grew up together, your parents being very close friends. naturally, feelings began to bloom. you caught yourself staring at him when he was focused on something, smiling a little wider when he cracked a joke. your thoughts were interrupted when the school bell rang. everyone jumped out of their seats, basically running out of the classroom. you were one of the last ones out, sunghoon waiting for you by the door as he always did. “hey y/n,” he said, a bright smile on his face.

“hey hoon,” you replied, returning the smile. you walked out of the classroom together, making small talk as you walked to your cars. as you got to yours, you leaned up against the door, smiling up at sunghoon as he spoke.

“hey uh, can i tell you something,” he asked, his aura suddenly seeming uneasy.

“yes, sunghoon, of course. you can tell me anything.” he smiled at your words, calming down immediately. he took a deep breath, before speaking, playing with his fingers hoping you would take the news well.

“okay well um… i met someone. a while ago. and she’s really great. her name is minhee, and i really really like her. no one else knows except for you, obviously. i wanted to tell you first because i trust you the most,” he said, his smile widening as he spoke. yours did the opposite. you felt your smile begin to drop, but you immediately fixed it.

i’ll bet she’s beautiful, that girl he talks about

your heart dropped to the floor at the announcement. you could feel the tears begin to form but you held them back. “oh um… that’s really great, sunghoon. i’m happy for you,” you said, forcing a smile. he didn’t seem to notice, as he smiled wide at your reaction.

“how did i know you’d say that? i’m glad. i cant wait for you to meet her, she’s absolutely amazing.” you could tell by the look on his face how he felt about her. his eyes were bright, and his smile was wide. it’s the way you wished he would talk about you. he kept going on about her, and you could hardly stand to be there any longer.

“hey, um, i got a lot of homework to catch up on… i really gotta go.” your voice was soft, your smile beginning to fade. yet, he still didn’t notice.

he smiled once again, your stomach churning. “of course. you get home. text me when you get home, yeah?” all you could muster up was a nod, quickly getting into your car. he walked off to his, you quickly driving home.

as soon as you got there, the tears began to fall. all that went through your head was the thought of sunghoon with another girl. the thought tore your heart to pieces, and you couldn’t control the tears.

the next day at school was when you met her. “hey y/n,” you heard sunghoon call. you plastered on a fake smile, and turned around to greet the boy. he jogged up to you, holding the hand of some girl. the second you saw her, you could see why sunghoon liked her. she was gorgeous. she had long dark hair, big eyes, and a bright smile. “y/n, this is minhee. minhee, this is y/n.”

you smiled at her, and said a small hi, making small talk. a few minutes later, jake walked up and pulled you away from the two. you two had almost gotten to class when jake stopped walking. “how are you holding up,” he asked, voice laced in concern. you shrugged, not exactly knowing what to say.

“i’m fine.” jake just sighed, clearly not believing you.

“if you need anything, i’m here for you, okay? i know it’s got to be hard on you. just… call me if you need anything, yeah?” you nodded, a small smile forming on your face.

“i will, jake. thank you.” he smiled back and walked into the classroom, taking his seat, you doing the same.

a few moments later, sunghoon walked in, minhee right by his side. what? since when was she in this class?

they sat down right next to each other, your heart dropping once more. you didn’t know how much more of this you could take.

he’s the reason for the teardrops on my guitar

that day after school, sunghoon and jake ran up to you, a big smile on sunghoon’s face. “hey y/n!”

you looked up at him and smiled, greeting him back. “me, jake and minhee were just about to go out to eat. do you want to come?” you were taken aback by the offer, looking to jake, asking for silent advice. you could tell by the look on his face that he wanted you to be there, so you agreed.

“perfect! just meet us there, yeah?” you nodded and everyone made their way to their cars. you took a deep breath before getting into yours, mentally preparing yourself for the next hour or so. you had no clue how this was going to go.

his invite actually made you upset. clearly he didn’t know how you felt. if he did, he wouldn’t have invited you to go out to eat with his girlfriend. the only reason you were going was because of jake, you would have felt like a jerk if you left him there to third wheel all alone. if only sunghoon knew about the way you felt.

you arrived to the restaurant, walked in, and quickly found the table they were sat at. you took your seat beside jake, him smiling up at you gratefully. “hey y/n,” minhee said, her smile bright. you faked a smile back in greeting as the waitress came by to get your drink orders.

“so um… how did you guys meet,” jake asked, trying to get a conversation flowing. you nodded at his question, wanting to know the answer.

“oh, our parents are really close friends. they were all having dinner together a while ago, and they brought minhee. we immediately hit it off,” sunghoon said, the smile never leaving his face.

jake nodded, and kept asking questions about their relationship, only making you more upset. not at jake, you knew his intention wasn’t to make you sad. his intentions were always quite the opposite. you just didn’t know how you were supposed to sit there and listen to the boy you were in love with gush about another girl.

throughout dinner, the two were top tier cringe. they would feed each other, giggle, and make small jokes, basically ignoring you and jake. jake would send you sympathetic smiles here and there, his heart hurting for you. he couldn’t even begin to imagine how you were feeling.

after it was over, and just as you were about to walk to your car, sunghoon grabs your attention. “can we talk for a second?” you nodded despite your nerves, and followed him to your car.

“what’s up,” you asked, wanting to get the conversation over with.

“i just want advice…. y/n, i’m in love with her. but… i don’t know how to tell her.” and that’s when your heart shattered. you nearly fell to the floor, but you managed to keep it together.

“a-all i can tell you is to just be straight forward. do it during a date, or just whenever the time feels right. when it’s time, you’ll know.” he smiled at your words, pulling you into a tight hug.

she better hold him tight, give him all her love

you hugged back, simply trying to enjoy the moment while you could. “thank you so much, y/n. you’re an amazing friend.” you sent him a smile, as he jogged back over to minhee, jake coming to you.

as soon as you were sure sunghoon was gone, you broke down. jake caught you before you could fall, the tears flooding down your cheeks. you couldn’t contain your sobs, as you held onto jake for dear life, him holding you just as tight. “hey, it’s alright, y/n. i’m here, it’s okay.”

he stayed there until you calmed down, even offering to take you home. “n-no. i’ll be okay. thank you jake.” all he did was smile, walking back off to his car once he was sure you were alright.

you got home that night, immediately plopping onto your bed, thoughts plagued with sunghoon as always. there was nothing you could do. he belonged to her now, and she belonged to him.

and he’s all that i need to fall into

you just had to accept it. you were in love with park sunghoon. park sunghoon was in love with minhee. and you were sitting in your room alone on a friday night.

but, if he was happy, you were happy. that’s all you’ve ever wanted for sunghoon. as long as he was happy, you were sure you could push through the heartache. the things you would do for park sunghoon.

i fake a smile so he won’t see…

[miss-tc-nova]

Fools on the Dancefloor - Xehanort x Eraqus

So this was my first fic for the Checkmate zine before I settled on the piece that I did actually end up making. I hope you enjoy because I definitely enjoyed writing it. 

Music Inspiration: Slow Dance cover by Ashestoashes

~~~~~

               “Yo, Fleetfoot!”

               When the pillow—his textbook—flies from beneath him, there’s a heavy THUNK and the boy in white jolts upright in shock. He finally comprehends the pair off to the side and gives his friends a cheesy smile.

               “Hey guys. What’s up?” he greets, rubbing at the spot his head met the table.

               Bragi snickers, but Vor is a little more serious. “You know Master Odin still expects you to know the stuff you sleep through.”

               That goofy grin replies, “I haven’t flunked out yet.”

               “You’ll be close if you keep drooling on your book.” Bragi’s upper lip curls back and he’s no longer keen on holding the text. “Gross! How can you catch up when you can’t even read the material anymore?”

               “It’s a talent.”

               “Whatever,” Bragi scoffs. Little Vor giggles behind her fist while the unimpressed boy throws his arms behind his head and leans his chair back on two legs.

               “Are you guys ready for the banquet this weekend?” the girl asks.

               “Not really,” Eraqus grumbles.

               Bragi groans along with him. “Man, don’t we already do enough to celebrate the Scala founders? We already got the festival, the show, and the lantern thing. We really gotta add a bunch of dumb speeches and some hokey pokey? Why are we even going again?”

               “Because Master Odin wants us there representing the future of keyblade wielders,” Vor sighs. “But I have to agree, it’s a little overkill on the celebrating.”

               “Some representation we’ll be when only Fleetfoot has fancy feet,” the red-head huffs. “The rest of us’ll be out there steppin’ on toes and Xehanort will probably be flat on his face.”

               Eraqus tilts his head. “You don’t think he can dance?”

               “Era, not everyone has your prestigious upbringing,” Vor reminds firmly. “It’s a miracle the rest of us have some basic understanding of formal dancing, but Xehanort came from a world completely different than ours. And from the sounds of it, he wasn’t exactly popular there.”

               The thought interests Eraqus; finding something Xehanort can’t do is pretty rare. “Yeah, but Xehanort learns pretty quick. We’ve spent most of our lives learning to use a keyblade but he caught up in less than a year.”

               “That’s true,” Bragi agrees. “It’d probably take him less than an hour to master the waltz or somethin’.”

               A hand slams down on the table, startling the boys enough that Bragi topples backwards. “That’s it! Eraqus, you should do a dance class,” Vor says excitedly.

               “D-Dance class?” Eraqus stammers. Even Bragi, once he’s shoved himself off the floor, gives her a skeptical look.

               “Yeah. Even if you try to help Xe, he’s not gonna accept it if he’s the only one. So what if we all went? Besides, I know I’m a little rusty.”

               Granite eyes look to Bragi who shrugs. “I got the gist of it, but my folks never made me learn so I guess I’m in.”

               Teaching Xehanort to dance—now that’s something Eraqus might enjoy. At first, his relation with the new-comer was adversarial, but as their competitions became more and more ridiculous, something stronger grew between them. There’s still a rivalry, but Eraqus began to notice a magnetism drawing him to his friend—a desire to be in his presence as often as possible. Outside that presence, he felt like he was lost in a fog. He spent his life navigating only what was right in front of him, but when Xehanort came into the picture, that smog rolled out and everything seemed clear. The pressure that comes with prestige fades, that outcast feeling he couldn’t shake slips away, and the jubilant act he used to put on becomes real—he’s truly happy when Xehanort is around.

               Dragging him from his contemplations is the creaking door; in steps the very person that has no issue overriding Era’s thoughts.

               “You guys do know class ended like thirty minutes ago, right?” he states, shifting the box under his arm.

               Bragi rights his toppled chair. “Yeah, but we decided to hassle Sleepfoot here.”

               “Guess what!” Vor shouts, hopping closer to Xe. “Eraqus is gonna teach us all to dance!”

               Well, he hadn’t actually accepted yet, but he can only meet that inquisitive glance with a fool’s smile.

               “You guys have fun with that.” The dismissal is so easy it pricks at Era’s ego.

               “So then you don’t mind looking like a clown at the banquet?” Bragi says with his signature smarmy grin. Silver eyes narrow at the offender. “Unless you can actually dance—in which case, show me wha’chu got.”

               Before Xehanort can retort, Vor tugs at his haori. “Come on! We’re all doing it. We’re supposed to be representing our school—we can’t be stumbling around.”

               Once again, he looks to Eraqus as if he’ll get an answer but Era’s being dragged into this just as much as he is.

               “Ugh. Fine.”

               “Great! We’ll do it tomorrow night after dinner!” the girl announces. “Bragi, come with me! We gotta find the others!”

               “Alright, alright.” There’s a clear difference in the enthusiasm and energy, but the two scurry off.

               “Those two are up to something,” Xehanort murmurs, watching the door close.

               “You think so?”

               “Yeah…” The suspicion fades when the youth in black turns back to Eraqus. There’s something soft there that churns at Eraqus’s stomach. “Anyway, chess?” he offers, holding up the box.

               “Oh, right!”

               The boys settle into their window seat, basking in the sunlight and pushing pieces across the board. Eraqus’s game isn’t up to par—his mind distracted with tomorrow’s endeavor. It’s fleeting, but there’s also the thought of Xehanort looking down at him, smiling, slow dancing. There goes any productivity he had any hope of having today.

~~~~~

               Class seems like an eternity and Eraqus can’t even nap through it this time. There’s a strange excitement concerning his dance class bubbling in his brain. He has a habit of half-assing things that involve effort—usually just getting by—but he’d actually spent time last night rehearsing what’s been drilled into his head since he was little. Even his daily chess game with Xehanort can barely distract him from his impatience, earning him a lecture from the boy who won’t accept an easy win—let alone two days in a row.

               Eraqus has never been early in his life for anything, he was even born a week late, but today is different; today, Eraqus scarfs down dinner like a starving man and rushes back to the classroom lugging a record player he’d borrowed from the Master. His heart is only just starting to slow when the door opens.

               “I told you guys he’d be here,” Vor says loudly.

               Urd smirks. “Now if he could just be on time to class.”

               Eraqus laughs. “I had to get the record player running.”

               “Oh my gods, he’s even prepared,” she gasps. “Did Hermod hit you too hard in class today?”

               Not thrilled with the subject, Hermod urges, “Alright, stop teasing him. The banquet is tomorrow so let’s get started.”

               The shortest classmate hurries forward. “Psst, Xe’s been grumbling about this all day, so you gotta give him lots of encouragement,” she whispers louder than necessary.

               “Okay?” Era agrees questionably. Standing straight, he notices how awkward Xehanort looks just being here, not even meeting anyone’s gaze. “Um, okay. Everyone partner up.”

               Vor hops beside Bragi while Urd nudges Hermod with an elbow; that leaves Xehanort—the person who needs the most help—without a partner.

               Eraqus glances around. “Wait, where’s Baldr?”

               “Said he already had plans to hang out with his sister,” Bragi answers.

               “Oh…” Well this un-evened the odds, granted they were already playing with some strange odds with four boys to two girls without the dance teacher, but at least even numbers made it possible to practice in pairs.

               “Guess I’ll just sit this one out,” Xehanort says, not at all irritated with the situation.

               Eraqus glances to Bragi and Vor who wave him on enthusiastically. While he may have been a bit enamored at the thought of dancing with Xehanort, he figured it would be in fleeting moments of demonstration, not being partnered for the whole thing.

               “Uh, no. It’s okay…I’ll be your partner.”

               The pair gives him thumbs up but Xehanort looks less amused. “Seriously?”

               The teacher shakes the doubt from his head. “Yeah.” He motions for Xehanort to approach. “Come on. I’ll do the girl’s part.”

               Cautiously, the boy in black comes closer. Trying to conceal his nerves, the expert props up his partner’s arms in the correct position and slides in to take the girl’s stance. As soon as Eraqus’s hand meets Xehanort’s bare arm, the latter recoils.

               “Nope! No! Uh uh! I’m out!” Xehanort blurts out, attempting to flee the situation.

               “Ah! Wait!” Eraqus snags a fistful of black fabric. “Come on. You didn’t even get to the first step. It’s really not that hard.”

               “I think I’d rather just make a fool of myself.”

               “You’d…rather be made fun of than dance with me?”

               The response comes harshly. “That’s not what I said!”

               The fabric creaks in Eraqus’s grasp while he lets his eyes plead for him. Somehow, in spite of Xehanort’s stubbornness, it works and the reluctant boy turns back with a sigh.

               Surprisingly, the class moves forward quite smoothly. Having done this before, the others require only some refinement on their moves while Xehanort is quick to catch on as always. The muscles in Eraqus’s face begin to ache from his uncontainable grin. Even as he’s correcting minor mistakes, his thoughts are teeming with the moments he’s got Xehanort’s hands on him and the static that buzzes across his skin where contact is made

               Currently, Eraqus is in the middle of teaching the pairs how to dip.

               “The girls should have most of their weight on the outside foot but the guys should still be holding them up somewhat.” Just as Eraqus begins to lean back, he remembers something. “And the guys should never—”

               The end of that sentence was ‘lean over their partner’ which is exactly what Xehanort does. This shift in weight unbalances the boys and down they go. Air promptly evacuates Era’s lungs as he’s squished between the floor and his partner.

               “Are you okay?” Hot breath ghosts across Eraqus’s nose.

               “Yeah,” he chuckles softly, the embers of a fire starting between his shoulder blades. Those silver eyes are so pretty up close, easily mesmerizing Eraqus.

               Xehanort helps the boy back to his feet, but as he does, there’s a disturbance that tugs the teacher’s attention to the far side of the room.

               “Shhh!” Vor hisses. She and Bragi are in the middle of harassing the other two, ushering the unwitting pair towards the door.

               “Hey!” Eraqus exclaims, starting for their friends. “What are you guys—”

               His steps halt when the grasp on his hand doesn’t release. With caution, he looks back at his fingers, still linked with Xehanort’s. His eyes trail up the opposite arm to the boy’s face, who refuses to make eye contact. Still, there’s the faintest dust of pink across his nose.

               “Show me that one again,” he murmurs.

               It doesn’t matter that Hermod and Urd are protesting or that Bragi and Vor are shushing them; absolutely nothing in this moment could tear Eraqus’s attention away from Xehanort. Without a word, he resets his stance, nudging Xehanort to take the lead.

               It’s a little strange to be playing the girl’s part in such a formal dance—having been unwillingly taught to be a leader his whole life—but Eraqus ignores discipline. The lesson forsaken, he lets his body react to the signals Xehanort gives while his mind soaks in this little bit of bliss.

               Having long forgotten their lesson, the pair slow dances for some time before Xehanort speaks with a crooked grin, “I told you they were up to something?”

               Eraqus laughs in response. “Do you think we should tell them we’re already dating?”

               “Nah, this is more entertaining. Besides, they deserve a little suffering for trying to meddle. Bunch of conniving foxes, all of them.”

               “Us too?”

               “Especially you.”

               “Me?”

               A spark shining in silver eyes expresses that adoration Eraqus used to confuse for less amorous feelings. Knowing what he does now, that look makes him feel so light.

               “Hiding all your talent behind that clown mask.” Xehanort’s words hold insult on the surface, but beneath them, in that husky tone, is that admiration. “The skill, smarts, wit…all on top of just how damn gorgeous you are.”

               Heat surges into Era’s ears. Afraid of turning into a real clown, he let’s his gaze fall to their feet. However, at the insistence of the hand at his back, the gap between them closes. His brain stutters briefly before the calm washes over him. The warmth against his cheek, the steady heartbeat against his ear—Eraqus soaks in this incredible comfort.

               While the music floats through the air, the boys continue to softly sway. This would never fly at the banquet; they’re expected to be polite gentlemen and dance with all the girls—that and Eraqus’s parents would never condone this. He’s supposed to be a proper heir who will continue the family line. Xehanort though, he makes it so easy to forget those responsibilities. Besides, they’re perfectly alone right now, no prying eyes, no forbidding parents; the only thing Eraqus has to do right now is enjoy the moment.  

               “It’s getting late,” Eraqus murmurs, noting the moon lighting their tranquility. “I didn’t even get to teach you Scala’s traditional dance.”

               “Now you decide to be responsible?” the other teases. “Why dance at the banquet tomorrow when we can dance here all night long?”

               That brings a flutter to Era’s heart and, from the sounds of it, Xe’s too. “You know the Master is still gonna expect us to be there.”

               “So what?”

               This boy could make every one of Eraqus’s fake smiles real, all with very little effort. “For once I won’t be the biggest fool in the room, not when you don’t even know the basic step of the Choros Lucis.”

               “Oh you’re still a fool; you just happen to be a fool with fancy feet.”

               “I guess that’ll make us just a couple of fools on the dancefloor, huh?”

               “Sure, but probably not because of the dancing.”

               Confused, Eraqus lifts his head. His question dies on his lips, sentenced by a simple kiss that awakens an avarice in the boy. His hands leave their positions, snagging silver hair and preventing any escape Xehanort may have considered. This is everything he’s ever wanted; his whole life, he’s been starved for this unconditional affection. It swells so strongly in his chest he might burst—with a scream, with tears, he doesn’t know. All he knows is that he’s in love.

               For a while, the taller boy indulges him, but does eventually manage to break away, smirking at the resulting pout.

               “That’s why we’re fools.”

[radiorenjun]

I Don't Need It

• Pairing: Na Jaemin x Reader

• Genre: Angst, Comedy, Fluff

• Na Jaemin despised the idea of soulmates, he wanted to fight against fate for choosing his soulmate for him. Even if it means his stubborn childhood best friend wouldn't stop trying to make him accept about the similar tattoos on their wrists.

• Masterlist here!

• Chapters: vii, viii

"What? They can't just break up like that!" you gaped, shaking Renjun's shoulder lightly to exaggerate your point. Renjun rolled his eyes before clicking his tongue, "oh come on, you didn't see that coming? Their relationship was bound to end at some point, y/n."

You were both binge watching the ninth season of The Big Bang Theory at your house, originally planning to study and do chemistry homework  together, but being the procrastinator you were, you ended up getting distracted. Hence, why the two of you are sitting on your bed watching one of the most heartbreaking episodes on The Big Bang Theory while munching on some pizza,

“But they were so cute together! My Shelamy heart can’t take this, Injun!” you shook your best friend aggressively as you continue to whine, ignoring the sighing boy who was contemplating on why he was even friends with you in the first place. “He even got a ring for her, if that isn’t the cutest thing ever then I don’t know what is,” you groaned, collapsing on your bed as the thought of someone giving you a wedding ring made your heart flutter.

“Always the hopeless romantic,” Renjun sighs, running a hand down his face as if to say ‘I’m so done right now’. “Disgusting,” he teased, letting out a soft grunt once he felt you throw a pillow at the back of his head. “Shut up, nerd. You still have to find your soulmate, why not let your magnificent best friend mourn over the fact that she’s gonna be single for the rest of her life and let a girl dream?” you joked, earning a dark glare from Renjun.

Ouch, why did that hurt? It was your own joke after all. 

“Don’t say that you sadist. You need to stop making jokes bout the bad things in life, that’s not very healthy.” Renjun lectured, his hand coming up to pinch your cheek hard. You frowned, pulling his hand away from you as you chuckled nervously. “You know me, Jun. Humor is a coping mechanism for everything. I’m mad at you when you mock me for simping over Timothée Chalamet when he starred on Little Women? I use sarcastic humor as a revenge.” 

“I feel frustrated for failing that test because the damn substitute teacher wouldn’t believe me that I didn’t skip school instead of spending the whole day in the infirmary with a twisted ankle, watching Goblin with the nurse? I use sardonic humor to snap back at said teacher.”

“I get sad for accepting the fact that I am going to be single for the rest of my life? I use dark humor to cope with it instead of curling up in a ball and eat ice cream for the rest of my life and get Type 2 Diabetes.” you shrugged shamelessly as Renjun gaped at you, rubbing his temples to slowly process on your words. “Okay, firstly,” he started.

“One, Timothée Chalamet in that movie was desperately simping over a girl who clearly didn’t deserve him. Come on, tell me you didn’t get annoyed when he keep saying the l word at Jo despite her spilling her feelings out and rejecting him countless of times.” Renjun inhaled, his eyes boring widely into yours, his words speaking nothing but facts. “I get that but-” you started before the older boy cut you off, “I’m not done yet.”

“Secondly, that substitute teacher wasn’t even a teacher. She was an ear raping machine, no one liked her. Also, I gotta admit spending a whole school day watching the Goblin arguing with The Grim Reaper instead of spending excruciating hours writing your wrist off and trying not to snooze in the middle of Mr. Lee’s math lecture would’ve been the most luxurious thing a student could ever ask for”. And I am pissed off you got injured and left me there in class, suffering all by myself.” he laughed, flicking you on the forehead teasingly.

“Lastly, if you want to say something bout Jaemin, you know you could’ve just say so instead of sugar coating it.” Renjun sucked in his lips, smacking you with the pillow you threw at him previously, mentally preparing himself to comfort you knowing that you’re bout to go on another rant of how much you missed Jaemin. But if it helps you feel better and take another small step to moving on, then he’ll listen to you rant til his brain implodes.

You frowned, letting out a soft chuckle. “You know me too well, Jun.” you felt tears lining up your eyes, you leaned your head up, trying to blink the tears away. “It’s not helping when he’s literally next door. Or in the same school as I am, or in the same planet.” you leaned back to lay on your back on the mattress, your pillow hugged tightly to your chest as you let out a heavy, frustrated sigh.

Renjun patted your knee, silently urging you to continue to let out your thoughts. You couldn’t advert your gaze away from your ceiling, “He used to be so sweet before this whole soulmate ordeal,” you began with a sniffle. “Honestly, middle school was one of the best eras of my life. When me and Jaemin were just clowns on crack playing Five Nights At Freddy’s and goofing off, it still makes my heart flutter when I think bout the memorable moments we shared in middle school.” you closed your eyes as a flood of memories clouded your mind.

  7th grade, an iconic year for your friendship. “Y/N!” Jaemin called out from the other side of the classroom, causing you to turn to him in the middle of your little gossip session with your friends. “You wanna play truth or dare with us?” he asked with a sweet smile, a few of your classmates gathering to the back of the class to sit down in a circle. You nodded in excitement, ditching your friends in hopes you get a spicy dare.

You sat in between Lia and Jeno, rubbing your hands together as you waited your turn to either give or receive a truth or dare. “Jaemin! Truth or dare?” a boy whose name you can’t recall asked with a mischievous smile. Jaemin rolled his eyes before answering “dare” with a bold, cocky smirk, eyes practically challenging his classmate to give him an extreme dare. The boy stopped to contemplate before turning to him with a cheeky chesire grin.

“Since you’re so close to Y/n, why don’t you sit on her lap?” the boy snarled, causing your classmates to let out whistles and soft “ooo”s around you. You raised a brow, “wait a second, that’s not fair. This is his dare not mine, why am I the one being sat on.” you whined as Jaemin tried to hide his flustered expression of sitting on his best friend’s lap. “Well, it’s a dare either way, he’s gotta do it whether he wants to or not.” he stuck his tongue out at you as you hissed back.

“Fine.” you mumbled as Jaemin laughed and tried to conceal his flustered expression and sat on your lap idly, his hands in between his legs as you try to restrain yourself from wrapping your arms around his waist and making things even more awkward than it already is. “What’s the big deal? You wanted me to sit on her lap, why are you so shocked?” Jaemin laughed as a few of your classmates just stared at the two of you in disbelief. 

“How are you not uncomfortable with a guy sitting on top of your lap?” your friend asked from across the group circle. You shrugged, raising your brow as Jaemin lets out a laugh, shrugging in response as well. “Is it wrong for a person to sit on their best friend’s lap?” Jaemin asked with a raise of his brow, a teasing smile evident on his face as your friend struggled to find the words to say next.

“I must admit, you are quite heavy. I don’t think my legs are going to last long with your heavy, tall giraffe-like body.” you laughed, causing Jaemin to turn his head back at you with a glare, letting out a small sinister smile. ”That sounds like a ‘you’ problem, y/n. Suffer.” he spoke in a bittersweet tone.

“Wait, so you’re telling me that you had Mr. Na Jaemin sitting on your lap? For how long? All because of a dare?” Renjun paused, rubbing his temples to process this whole information. He knew Jaemin was a shameless and rather affectionately touchy boy, but he didn’t know that he was willing to accept such a gutsy dare. Yet again, this is you, he’s talking bout. The person who kept going for two years despite being rejected and gossiped left and right.

You shrugged, sitting up on the bed. “I was like, 11 years old. What do you want me to do, Huang? Born to be the family disgrace.” you grinned proudly, wiggling your brows as you placed a hand under your chin to pose dramatically. “You shouldn’t be proud of that. Weird flex but okay,” Renjun sighed heavily, raising a bottle of coke to his lips.

You inhaled as you began to spill another memorable moment from your childhood. 

If there was one thing you and Jaemin had in common, it was that you both have absolutely no shame when flaring your dramatics.

It was 5th grade, you assume, when you and Jaemin had your first indirect kiss. It was a disturbingly iconic moment for the two of you, considering years after the incident you two kept doing it as if it were a part of your daily routine. You were at that age where kids around you were starting to take notice bout the soulmate concept. Teachers began explaining how the soulmate system worked during science class, causing you to involuntarily look at Jaemin from time to time to catch his disgusted expressions.

Often, snickering at the boy sitting in front of you who was gagging and mimicking the teacher as she explains. Sticking his tongue out in disgust when they started explaining the left tattoo concept. Jaemin sighed heavily, his hand stretching out to grab the water bottle on his table. His finger raised to push the lid off with a small pop, drinking without hesitation.

Jaemin looked down as he closed the lid and his brows furrowed at the oh-so-familiar name label on the lid of said water bottle. Written on the pink label with a sailor moon picture on the side was Y/N L/N. Jaemin almost threw up when he turned to you slowly, making you look up from your notes to give him a questioning nod at his horrified expression.

The little boy raised the water bottle to show you your little sailor moon label, making you raise your brow questioningly, as if to say, ‘what’s wrong with my sailor moon label?’ 

Crud, he forgot you were using the same water bottles your parents got you when you were both shopping at the thrift store.

Your eyes widened in realization when Jaemin pointed at himself and your bottle, trying not to scream in terror and get a scolding from your strict science teacher. ‘Did you,’ you mouthed, pointing an accusitory finger at the boy sitting in distress in front of you. ‘Drink from my,’ you continued, using your other hand to point dramatically at yourself then to your bottle that was still in his hands. ’My bottle?’ you asked with wide terrified eyes.

Jaemin practically gulped nervously, nodding in response. You both took a moment just staring into each other’s terrified expression, before mouthing ‘what the heck?!’ or ‘oh crud’ repeatedly, as to not gain your teacher’s attention.’You drank from my water bottle, Jaemin?!’ you mouthed, rubbing your hands against your face in distress. ‘How am i suppose to drink now?’ you whined, facepalming now that Jaemin had placed your water bottle back on your desk.

‘How am I suppose to live now knowing your spit is basically in my body? ‘ Jaemin shudders in response, grabbing his throat with disgust laced across his face. ‘Gross, I have your germs in my mouth.’ he stuck his tongue out in disgust, fake gagging as you rolled your eyes.

Renjun just gave you an incredulous look, his mouth gaping open, trying to decide whether to laugh or shake his head profusely. “Gosh, you two were born to be so dramatic. Seriously, while other people are having a mental breakdown over doing algebra, you two were in the back of the class making lovey-dovey faces because you two had your first indirect kiss.” Renjun laughed, clapping his hands as he howled back in laughter.

You sat up and whined, smacking your best friend with the pillow you were hugging earlier, causing him to laugh even more.”Oh god, I wish I came here sooner to witness that.” he wheezed, dodging your hits with his forearms as you continued to smack him on the face, chanting “shut up, Huang!” repeatedly in shame.

“I couldn’t drink from that bottle for months! It was my favorite bottle, too! The fact that Jaemin brings that bottle to school everyday was just traumatizing for the both of us! Instant trauma,” you groaned, leaning back dramatically against the mattress. Renjun laughed, smacking you with a pillow. “How did that even happen?” he asked incredulously.

“Some kid decided it would be funny to switch our bottles.” you pouted, stretching your arms across the bed like a starfish. “Did you two do anything bout it?” Renjun asked, his brows raising in amusement, practically eating your hilarious story up like it was a tub of candy. You sighed, looking away for a moment before mumbling under your breath.

“Jaemin said we should’ve replace the water in his water bottle with tap water from the bathroom, but I didn’t want to risk the guy getting a tummy ache so I spat in his drink instead.“

Renjun howled with laughter, a hand coming to hold his stomach as he leaned his head back laughing. “Why would you- Oh my god, this is gold. I can’t-” he wheezed, tears lining his vision as his tummy started to ache from laughing so hard. “Shut up! I was like, nine years old at the time. At that exact moment I felt no remorse for my actions whatsoever but now that I said it, it makes me feel even worse!” you whine, your feet kicking Renjun off the bed.

He landed on your carpet floor with a loud thud, his laughter subsiding into giggles. “That’s the chaotic energy everyone in this generation wants to have, holy shit, why wasn’t this documented ? This could’ve gone down as one of the most iconic moments in history. Honestly, whoever that kid who switched your bottle was, he’s that hero that doesn’t even need a cape.” he jokes, sitting up to earn a death glare from you.

Oh, if looks could kill, right now.

“Whatever, you sadist. Enjoying your time as you watch me suffer in despair.” you swung your arm over your eyes dramatically, feeling the mattress sink, assuming that Renjun had climbed onto the bed once again. “Come on, tell me another one. I promise I won’t laugh,” Renjun raised his pinkie finger with a soft smile. You raised your brow at him with your lips in a frown, causing Renjun to shrug innocently, “too much.”

You inhaled, your mind delving deep into the loving memories you had with Jaemin throughout your life. Your heart clenched at the next story you were bout to tell, the memory making your heart wanting to reach out for his even more. “Well, there was this one time-”

  Ninth grade. Senior year of middle school. The previous day, you danced under the rain as Jaemin watched you from under the bus stop, hiding for shelter as you jumped around the empty cold streets. The fresh smell of rain hitting your nostrils as water made your clothes clung to your skin. Unfortunately for you, the next day you immediately got sick with a fever.

Receiving countless of text messages saying either ‘I told you so’ or ‘lucky bitch, you get to miss our physics test’ from Jaemin. You were shivering under the layers of blankets and hoodies you were wearing, stirring awake every hour due to how cold or thirsty you felt, tossing and turning every now and then. You turned when you heard your bedroom door opening, wondering who it was considering both your parents were busy at work at this hour.

Your eyes widened to see Jaemin, a coat hanging over his arm as he closed the door, and a plastic bag filled with delicious warm soup that you could smell from a mile away. “I can’t believe you left me to suffer all alone in school, I swear you purposely didn’t listen to me because you didn’t want to do that boring test.” Jaemin whined, a pout evident on his lips.

“Nana!” you exclaimed in a giddish tone, making grabby hands at him. Jaemin chuckled as he walked closer to your bed, sitting on the corner of your bed beside you, leaning his back against the headboard. He lays his coat on the chair behind your study desk, putting the plastic bag of food on your lap when you sat up. “Eat up. The sooner you get better, the sooner I can hug you to death for leaving me today.” He jokes.

You smiled, opening the plastic container inside to smell the scrumptious soup inside. “Chicken noodle soup, your favourite.” he spoke in a soft tone, smiling lightly at you. You grinned, grabbing the plastic spoon that came with it. “What? No soda on the side?” you grinned cheekily, earning a soft pinch to your cheek by your best friend. “Don’t you dare make song references in front of me as if you didn’t listen to me bout dancing under the rain yesterday, look where it got you now.” he tuts, shaking his head in a motherly manner.

“Geez, sorry, mom.” you teased, beginning to consuming your soup. “You’re sweating a lot, that’s a good sign.” Jaemin pushed a strand of hair away from your face and tucked it behind your ear, the sudden action causing you to pause from your eating for a brief moment, before shrugging it off. “I’ll probably feel be back to normal in a day or two.” you shrugged, gulping down a spoon full of soup.

“You’re gonna need to change, take your hoodie off.” Jaemin exclaimed, pulling your almost finished soup away from you. You let out a loud, “huh?” in response, your eyes widening at his sudden statement, trying to see if he was joking but no, Jaemin was dead ass serious.

“Take your hoodie off.” Jaemin ordered. “Jaemin!” you exclaimed, pulling your blankets up to your chin, protecting yourself from him. “You’re not gona get any better with wet stinky clothes on you, Y/N.” Jaemin rolled his eyes, walking over to your closet to grab a really baggy shirt of yours, tossing the big fabric over your face. You sat up and pulled the shirt off of your face to see Jaemin strip the white hoodie he was wearing over his body.

Your eyes caught the black shirt he was wearing underneathe had tugged up along with his hoodie, exposing his toned stomach to prove the results of how much time he spent working out at the gym with Jeno recently. 

You squeaked at the action, looking away with a small blush tinting your cheeks. “Jaemin, what are you-” you flushed, taking the risk of looking at Jaemin again with a flustered expression to see your best friend standing in front of you with his white hoodie clutched in his hands. “Change your clothes, you’re gonna get even more sick if you lay there with wet clothes. You ran out of hoodies, use mine, instead.” he spoke sternly.

“Jaemin, I don’t think that that’s really necessary-” you let out a small squeak when Jaemin’s face came close to yours, his hand laying on your forehead and the other laying on his own. “You’re fever’s getting even worse. Change clothes and finish your soup while I get a warm towel ready, Y/n” He spoke, turning to leave your room, shutting the door behind him, unaware of how red your face must’ve been at the sudden contact.

You felt your heart beat increase at the actions that had happen before you, Jaemin’s hoodie resting on your lap, his strong cologne filling your senses, causing you to flush red even more as you tugged your wet sweaty clothes off and changed into the shirt and hoodie Jaemin picked out for you. You bit your lip when you could practically feel his scent engulf your whole being, your face becoming more red.

Did he always smell this nice?

The fresh smell of cinnamon and comfort was the only thing you could say to describe the indescribable scent of your best friend. You felt your heart flutter at the thought of constantly wearing his hoodie, but your thoughts were quickly interrupted when Jaemin came into your room with a bucket filled with warm water and a towel in hand.

“Lay down, y/n” he ordered, sitting on the bed beside you as you sunk down on the bed, pulling your bed sheets up to your nose so he wouldn’t see how red your face is. Jaemin didn’t think much of it when he dipped the water in the warm water, squeezing the water out to leave the towel warm and soaked, laying the warm towel on your forehead.

“You really didn’t have to do this, you know.” you bit your lip, sighing at the contact of his fingertips grazing against your skin as he layed the towel gently on your forehead. “I know, but you’ll probably die here if I don’t,” he chuckles. dipping the towel again once it got cold, squeezing the water out before placing it back on your forehead. “Does that mean you care bout me, Na Jaemin?” you smirked. “That’s quite embarrassing.” you teased.

Jaemin rolled his eyes softly at you, pinching your cheeks before cooping your nose. “There’s nothing embarrassing for a guy to care for his girl.” he commented simply. It felt like an arrow of pure adoration had struck through your heart. Well, that comment backfired. Wait, what does he mean by ‘his girl’?

“I’m your girl?” you spoke after a moment of hesitation, feeling your heart race against your ribcage once again. Jaemin chuckled, flicking your forehead teasingly, “not like that, you cheeseball.” he grinned, booping your nose once again before removing the towel from your forehead.

“Get some sleep, I’ll be right here when you need me. That is, unless your parents kick me out for staying too long.” he giggles, carressing your hair with his calloused fingers. “They’ll never kick you out, you live literally next door, Nana.” you giggled, nuzzling against his touch. Jaemin chuckled, putting the towel into the bucket before leaning in to give you a sweet kiss on your forehead.

Your eyes widened at the sudden act of affection, causing Jaemin to grin shyly. “You just look adorable, right now.” he mumbles under his breath before standing up and walking towards the door. “Go to sleep! I’ll be watching TV if you need me!” Jaemin exclaimed before closing the door with a soft click.

I don’t know bout you, but you knew you couldn’t sleep after his sudden display of affection.

You didn’t even realize tears were slowly streaming down your face until you let out a soft sob, Renjun’s figure coming close to comfort you. You felt Renjun’s arm wrap around your back, his hand coming up to your head to lean it against his shoulder. You sniffled, trying to swallow the sob that’s waiting to erupt from your mouth.

It was like day one all over again, with you crying your eyes out and Renjun comforting you by your side with food and movies. You shut your eyes tight once you felt that familiar burning sensation on your wrist, your heart aching and stinging against your chest. Renjun noticed your pained expression, his hand quickly yet gently coming up to see your left wrist, his eyes widening at the sight. “I’ll get you an ice pack, okay?” Renjun asked worriedly, carressing your soulmate mark as if it would soothe the burning sensation.

You nodded, crying even more as Renjun quickly bolted out your room, his footsteps echoing down the halls. You sniffled, trying to wipe the tears away with your palms, but like an endless waterfall, it never stopped. Nor did the pain in your heart.

Renjun came back with a sympathetic expression plastered on his face, coming up to you and gently placing the frozen packet of peas he found in your freezer on your glowing red tattoo. Renjun softly shushing you and caressing the back of your hair, his own heart aching to see his best friend like this. He couldn’t count the many times you had cried to him bout Jaemin since the dinner with your parents.

The countless amount of times he would press a cold surface onto your left burning wrist.

The countless times you would rant how your heart was begging for Jaemin’s stupid presence.

The countless times he wanted to punch Jaemin for not showing a single ounce of guilt and for how oblivious the younger boy is to how much he had been inflicting your pain.

You fell asleep in Renjun’s hold, the pain on your wrist subsiding into a dull ache, your heart beat in your ears.

Jaemin practically dragged his bag on the floor as he entered the room. His mood decreasing as the seconds go by, his eyes dark with exhaustion and pain. Lately, he hasn’t been focusing properly on the tasks in front of him, his mind was always somewhere else when Coach was discussing strategies for next week’s game.

He was always spacing out to the sound of his own heart beating in his ears, his eyes setting on a certain object in the corner of the room he was in, his body freezing in place as his whole head was in a haze. He’s gotten a countless amount of scolding for spacing out in the middle of practice, the endless amount of times Coach would get a student to hold a volley ball from the storage closet, ready to hit him with whenever he spaces out during practice matches.

Today, he was on his breaking point, he recently failed his History test, then got another scolding from Coach. Hell, he was called to the office in the middle of class, the Coach’s heavy frown never bringing ease to his now tense figure. 

Jaemin collapsed on his bed with a soft thud, trying to keep his breath under control as his Coach’s words echoed in his head, his head buried into the soft fabric of his pillow. He tried to keep his mind from overthinking Coach Kim’s words adding into his stress.

“Na Jaemin, recently, I’ve become aware of how much you’ve been a little... distracted, lately. I’m sorry to say but as Captain of the whole team, you need to be on full focus for the game. If you can’t do that then I’m afraid someone else will.”

Jaemin gripped his pillow tightly, his breathing deepen as he tries to calm himself, his heart beat increasing. He squeezed his eyes tight, the look of disappointment in his team’s expression was all he could think bout for the rest of the day. His heart feeling heavy in his chest.

“I know, I know, this seems too far but, we can’t afford to lose the school winning streak all because of our captain spacing out because of who knows what! I know I sound delirious for saying this, but we can’t risk this.” 

Jaemin remembered the heavy feeling of promising his Coach that he will get his problems sorted out right away so it wouldn’t interfere in the way of winning the game. He wouldn’t know what to do with himself if the endless hard work he puts into playing football the past two years went to waste when the position he trained so hard to earn was taken away just like that.

Jaemin sniffled, sitting up as he tries to shake those thoughts away. His eyes blurring slightly at his Coach’s words repeating themselves inside of his head. He stood up, stretching his arms out to release the tension in his muscles, as he tries to delve into a more positive state of mind. His eyes closing in concentration.

‘Don’t think so negatively, Jaemin. You can do this, just stay focused at the task at hand and worry bout this weird pain after the game.’

Jaemin unconsciously walked towards his window, an exhausted groan eliciting from his mouth. ‘You’ve got this !’ he thought with determination, calming his thoughts as a content smile stretched across his face. Jaemin opened his eyes slowly, his bunny smile immediately dissipated into a deep frown, his eyes widen slightly at the sight from the window across his.

You were with Renjun on your bed, doing what looks like cuddling in each other’s warm embrace. You were sitting in between Renjun’s legs, your back facing Jaemin, making him unable to see your expression. Your head was leaning against Renjun’s shoulder, his hand coming up to caress the back of your head. Jaemin’s eyes never left your figure being in such an intimate position with Renjun.

Jaemin felt his own blood boiling, his previously sour mood returning in an instant, his heart beating in his ears as his eyes stared daggers into Renjun’s head. He watched as Renjun’s eyes gaze contently to your figure laying comfortably on his, his fists clenching even more at the sight. That is, until Jaemin snapped out of it with a shake of his head. 

What was wrong with him?

Why was he feeling so angry bout seeing you cuddling with someone like that?

Yet again, when was the last time you cuddled him like that. Jaemin pulled his curtains to cover the sight across him, walking to the bed, running a hand through his hair. before leaning back to lay down on his mattress with his back facing his white sheets.

Jaemin sighed as he got lost in his own thoughts once again. When was the last time he cuddled you? Or held your hand? His head turned to the side, eyes scanning the picture frames he hung up on the walls of his room, stopping at the picture you took on your trip to Busan during winter back in 7th grade.

In the picture, you had Jaemin wrapping his arms around your shoulders in a gentle embrace. Your smile wide and your expression filled with laughter as Jaemin's happy one focused on the camera. Your eyes weren't on the camera, though, they were on him.

Cheeks and noses warm and red from the cold snow, clothes stained with the snow you played with to make snow angels and snowmen, your smile so wide, Jaemin could almost hear your bright laughter from the picture itself. As if he was reliving in that exact moment.

When did you stop smiling like that?

Jaemin realised he never noticed how forced your smiles became, how you use humor to mask every single emotion, how no matter how tired you are, you always manage to joke bout the littlest things to make him crack a smile.

"Why are you sad?" Jaemin asked as he drove you home one day, you glanced up at him with exhaustion glossing over your pupils, showing how pained you were for a split second, before you crack into a loving eye smile.

"I'm not sad, silly. I'm just tired of Mrs. Lee getting up in my ass yelling at my ear as if she was begging for my head to explode and have blood erupting out of my neck like a distorted volcano pms-ing." you joked, causing Jaemin to let out a soft laugh.

"You have the weirdest thoughts, I swear." he shook his head, his eyes glancing at you for a split second before returning to the road. "You're not normal yourself, Nana. We're all clowns in this generation, don't act like its a weird thing." you laughed, smacking his shoulder lightly.

Jaemin raised his brow at you, "me? A clown? You're practically born in a circus." he chuckled. "Says the person who says 'wow' every five seconds for the simplest of things. Post Malone basically wrote that song off of you, you should sue." you giggled, causing him to giggle.

"I am praying to God so that he could add at least add more braincells into that silly head of yours." Jaemin laughed. "God made me to be a clown, I must live on with my purpose, Nana." you added with a wink. "And a simp, too." you giggled.

Jaemin rolled his eyes at the memory, smiling at your terrible attempt at flirting. But his smile turned into a concerned expression once he remembers how pained your eyes looked at the time. As if you were holding pent up frustration, pain and emotion behind the humor.

Since when did you try to hide everything with humor? And when did he start to be one of those people who believed that you were okay behind that bright exterior? He was your soulmate for-

Wait, a second. Your soulmate? Why was he addressing himself like this? So what if he's your soulmate? It doesn't give him the right to barge into your personal problems. You didn't want to do anything with him after that dinner party, so why would he bother to think bout you when you were probably moving on with Renjun?

Jaemin licked his lips bitterly, his brows furrowed in frustration. A hand coming up to rub his face in distress, what was wrong with him these days?

Jaemin's thoughts went to how your body slumped weakly in Renjun's embrace, his eyes glancing down at your figure in a protective manner, his hand caressing your soft hair to soothe and comfort you. Jaemin knew how this would lull you to sleep in an instant, send you in a cuddly haze in people's arms.

Why did he know this?

Because he was the first one to experience it first hand, why should Renjun experience such an endearing moment? Why should Renjun see how vulnerable you are when it comes to-

Jaemin winced as the familiar pain in his chest resurfaced, his wrist aching again. He closed his eyes, 'not this again,' he thought to himself. Jaemin leaned over his drawer, his heart aching heavily against his chest as he opened the drawer to pull out a couple of pain killers

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Chapter 2: Those Eyes Add Insult to Injury

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Pairings: Dark!Steve Rogers (in future chapters) x Reader

Word Count: 2,554

Summary: Steve Rogers; a Hollywood A-lister and your clandestine occasional hookup. Best friends since childhood, but people change and friendships fall out. Now you were merely strangers with benefits. What happens when one day you stopped being his doormat to be a better man’s queen? The selfish Steve Rogers would not like it. How far is he willing to go to get his favorite possession back?

Warnings: smut, non-con/dub-con, dark Steve (in later chapter), angst, Steve Rogers is an asshole in this one, no redeeming qualities. (MUST BE 18+)

A/N: this series is dedicated to the lovely @belovedcherry​​ who commissioned this story and developed the concept. thank you for being a friend when i truly needed it. i’m really glad that you trusted me to write this story for you. with all my heart, i sincerely hope you like it. this series will be updated everyday, there will be 4 more chapters ahead.

Several years had passed since you graduated. You and Wanda remained close despite the bustle of life would get in the way sometimes. She got accepted in Yale University and she chose to study Psychology. Maybe that’s why she and you got along so well. You both were humanitarians at hearts.

College was a lot more fun than high school but that also meant the bigger pressure would come along in one package. Nothing that you didn’t expect. You went into social study major to groom yourself for the future you had set for yourself. Life went along as methodically as you originally designed.

But fate was a comical thing sometimes. When it has settled its decision to place two people who have such a rich history in their past together, it would be inevitable and inescapable one way or another.

The past couple of years of high school, you and Steve were practically strangers who went to the same school. He never greeted or talked to you anymore in class and he abandoned every ritual you had in the good old days. He stopped calling or texting, he stopped answering and he stopped coming over.

He just… stopped knowing you.

There wasn’t a day that passed by without you pondering about where did it all go wrong? How did the fair-headed friendship that bloomed like the flowers in spring slip away as briskly as a bottle of wine? A million questions rushed through your nostalgic head and as the season changed, the gap between you and Steve kept extending wider and wider.

You didn’t even know whether he really went to college or not. Or perhaps, he decided to go straight into auditions and found himself a good agent who was willing to manage his career. You still remember when he was so eager to do whatever it takes to study in NYU but you assumed that things had changed since then. He was a different person, after all, maybe he had new plans to pursue his dreams. But of course, life deprecated its surprises being spoiled.

Who would’ve warned you that you would get accepted to New York University as well as Steve?

You didn’t know until you ran into him at a sorority party that you were reluctant to go at first because you were never that much of a party gal, but your roommate, Natasha coerced you to.

Natasha was a kind person but she could also be a little bold than you were used to. You were grateful that she was your roommate though, you were a little worried that you might have to live with someone who was mean or untidy, everything that Natasha was not. You could imagine the relief when you learned how organized and sensible Natasha was. You had a feeling that the friendship you and Natasha had was going to last a lifetime.

“My sweet girl, y/n, I love you but you really gotta put yourself out there, okay? Forget that motherfucker Steve Rogers. He ain’t shit. If you go to the party with me, you might actually find yourself a decent guy who’s a lot cuter than him and who will treat you right. Because if he doesn’t then I’m gonna kick his ass and he will think twice before cheating on you.”

“I’m not looking for a boyfriend, Nat. Besides, I don’t care about Steve anymore,” you lied. “It’s not even about him, I’m just simply not much of a partier.”

“Bullshit. You are now. Let’s go. I won’t hear any more excuses.”

So you had no other choice but to put on a simple dress and went to the party with Nat. There was no saying no to her when she had made up her mind. Plus, you thought it would be a good idea to familiarize yourself with the vicinity and your potential classmates.

You also wrote a new resolution in your invisible diary that you were going to expand your connection in college and socialize more. You were only really friends with Wanda back in high school. You also shared a few classes with Pete Parker who was nice and smart, despite being a little gauche sometimes and you would often talk to him but that was it.

You also lost your childhood best friend who knew you better than anyone else before Wanda did. It truly deteriorated your trust issues and that’s why it was difficult for you to insert yourself in social situations and just effortlessly talk with any stranger.

You stood in the corner with a red plastic cup in your hand that was still almost full of beer. You didn’t drink either so you had no idea why you even bothered holding it. Maybe it gave you a sense of comfort that you wouldn’t be totally alone in this party.

Natasha had asked you to dance but you knew you’d look like an untrained clown at a circus, so you refused to join her. Natasha was currently lost in the music, dancing with a guy named Clint. You had no idea who the hell he was but he seemed nice, and you knew that if Clint had bad intentions with Natasha, he wouldn’t stand a chance and you wouldn’t let him so you assigned yourself the job to watch over Natasha and bring her home safely in case she chugs down a little too much alcohol.

Your eyes wandered around the room, trying to recognize and learn some faces. It felt like you were the only lonely person in the room as the exuberant music faded into the background. Everything felt slow and steady until the person who just walked through the door made your heart stop.

It was Steve. Steve Rogers.

The person you had incessantly wondered about. You hadn’t seen him in over a year even during the gap between graduating and starting your freshman year in college. You were too occupied in moving out, spending as many time as possible with Wanda and your family and filling out college requirements. Steve would emerge in your mind every once in a while but you tried to erase him away as quickly as possible when it happens because you didn’t want to waste your time missing a ghost and someone who probably never spared a second of his life thinking about you too when you are surrounded with your loved ones for the last time.

You didn’t know when you were going to be able to see Wanda again. She was going to New Haven and that means, it would take at least at two hours drive to visit her so you cherished the last moments that you had with her. She was like a sister to you. You still talked to Wanda nearly every day through texts but you also didn’t want to intrude her study too much. Besides, you had your own duties too as a college student now.

So why did it feel like your lungs stopped functioning when you saw his gorgeous face and those familiar pair of cerulean blue eyes? He had a grin on his face as he walked in with five other college boys. You didn’t know who they were but you assumed they were his new group of nitwit friends. Steve was wearing a brown leather jacket with a black shirt underneath.

He walked to where the kegs were with the boys trailing him along like they were his security team. They joked with each other boisterously as if they owned the place. Typical. Nothing you hadn’t seen in high school. But you couldn’t avert your sights from Steve. You were too riveted by the fact that Steve was here, at a sorority party of NYU.

It couldn’t really be him, right? I mean, is this serious? You two really attended the same university? This must be a joke.

Your thoughts were quickly interrupted when Nat pat your shoulder with her energy still blazing from the dance floor. “Whew, that was fun but I need some drink now.”

You didn’t respond as your lips were still agape, not knowing what you were supposed to say to her.

“Y/N? You alright? You look like you saw a ghost.” 

“He’s here.”

“What? Who?”

“Steve Rogers. The guy that I told you about.”

“Where?!”

You pointed in his direction where he was surrounded by a bunch of pretty girls in skimpy dresses now. One of them was groping his bicep shamelessly and Steve had his arm around her waist. She threw her head back as she laughed cheerfully at something he just said.

“You gotta talk to him! Have some closure.”

“What? What the hell am I supposed to say to him?”

“Tell him that you and him are through and maybe, throw a drink at him afterwards. That scumbag deserves it.”

“Nat, no! Are you insane? I don’t wanna cause a scene.”

“But you can’t just let him get away with whatever he wants, y/n!”

“No, let’s just go home and forget it, okay?”

“Alright, if you’re not gonna talk to him, then I will.”

“No, Nat! Stop! What are you doing?! ” But she was already approaching him with ardent footsteps and fire in her guts as she brazenly inserted herself into the middle of the scene.

“Excuse me,” she sarcastically greeted the group. “Yeah, hi, I just need a minute. Are you Steve Rogers?”

You followed behind her but you stood just a few feet away from the incident so that Steve wouldn’t see you. But you could see from over Nat’s shoulder that Steve had a perplexed look on his face. His eyebrows were furrowed and all the girls around him were staring at Nat like she was a crazy person who just randomly popped up uninvited.

“…yeah.” He answered.

“Oh, so you’re the asshole that my roommate has been talking about. Man, she really didn’t lie.”

“Excuse me?” The puzzled look on his face turned into an offended one.

“Yeah, my roommate y/n. Does that ring a bell?”

He was aghasted at the mention of your name. Before he was given a chance to answer, Natasha filled his silence with more of her venomous words. “You really have the audacity to show your face here, huh? I swear to you, the next time I see your irritable face again, I will make you regret for ever breathing in my direction, but for now, I think this will do.” She threw the beer in her cup onto his face, humiliating him in front of everyone who was entertained by the drama.

Steve wiped his face with his hand and he was too stupefied by the information that had just been dumped on him like a cold water. Well, it wasn’t entirely figurative though.

Before Natasha walked away, she sneered with a sly smirk on her face, “enjoy your party.” She shoved the empty cup to one of the girl’s chest as she reflexively caught it, with a flummoxed expression, her eyes didn’t stray from Natasha.

She walked away vauntingly from the flock towards you, “let’s go, y/n.” as she kept walking towards the entrance. You were still frozen in your spot as she was already going for the door. But before you could follow her, your eyes landed on Steve’s doused face as his eyes were already fixated on you.

For a moment there, there were only you and Steve and the intimacy of unspoken farewells and muted longing that were encapsulated in one bubble of silence that comes when two people understand each other. It was like the drawer of Steve’s things that he left with the memories and he never asked you to return came hurdling back like ocean waves and everything just evaporated in the ticking time.

There was no need for words because your eyes delivered more than both of your lips had in the past couple of years.

“Y/N?” He uttered your name. That was perhaps the first time he had called you in years. And with that, it was like every broken piece you had intensively woven back together ruptured and there was no safety net that would prepare you for this fallout.  

He was bewildered by seeing you here and you had no clue what you were supposed to say. So you threw him a poignant smile, forcing yourself to put on an impassive facade in front of him. You were good at that, you had years of practice from all those times you found Steve making out with Janet in the parking lot. You wonder if they were still together?

You wordlessly walked away and joined Natasha to the front porch. Steve watched you turn your back on him, not knowing whether he should call your name again, follow you or he should just let you go. You on your way back home were filled with so many thoughts. You couldn't help but wonder, what would’ve happened if you had stayed and talked to him at the party? What would he say to you? Would he even care at all?

But on the other hand, you were relieved. It’s like, you truly got the closure Natasha said you deserved. Never in a million years, you would ever dream about standing up to Steve like that. Hell, you weren’t even brave enough to tell him how you feel back when you were younger. But may God bless Natasha and her parents for creating her, she defended you in a way that you could never do. And she showed you that maybe, it’s time you hold on to your promise that you vowed to yourself, that you were finally going to move on and bury him into your memory dump.

You were in college now. You had no time to wallow in sadness and heartbreak caused by a douche like Steve Rogers. So you made peace with the fact that it was probably the last time you were ever going to see him. You might run into him around college but you weren’t going to let it shake your ground. You unlocked the door of your dorm with a contented smile on your face as you sat on your bed.

Natasha instantly went for the small closet to change into her pyjamas but was briefly delayed by your mumble. “Thank you.”

“Pardon?” Natasha turned her head into your direction.

“Thank you. For doing that… At the party.” You smiled at her. You sincerely meant every word.

“I’d never let a man walk over a good woman like you, y/n.”

You nodded as she carried on with what she was doing. She went into the bathroom to wash herself off and you laid in your bed, feeling lighter than you had ever felt in years. Maybe she was right. It was time you realize your worth. You spent too many years doubting yourself just because Steve was too much of a reprobate to cherish you.

You closed your eyes, relishing in the comfort of your bed without fearing a ghost looming in your sweet dreams anymore now.

Letting tomorrow surprise you with whatever it has in store. Sometimes it involves a charming devil standing on the other side of your door with flowers in his hands and a wicked scheme to accomplish.

[every1studio]

“heartstrings series: intro” [wayv]

genre: fluff + LONG 

ficstyle: bulletpoints + series [INTRO] 

summary: everyone knew you were in love with an oblivious boy but you didn’t know that others were in love with you 

songs to listen to while reading this: you call it romance - k.will ft davichi + day 1 - k.will

note: (I’M SORRY I’M JUST WRITING MY OWN STUFF RIGHT NOW, BUT I’LL TRY TO GET TO MY REQUESTS ASAP) 

you were a hopeless romantic

maybe you watched too many shoujo animes and read too many romance mangas 

but it made you a sentimental person; one who stay up at night to look at the stars

a forgiving person; one who believe in second chances 

an observant person; one who’s always in the background

if you were a character in a romcom drama, you would be the best friend of one of the most popular girls in the school 

the one that’s just there to fill in space and have a couple lines to add onto the plot 

the one that all the guys overlook because the one that they are looking at is the pretty girl that’s sitting next to you

and if guys did talk to you, they treated you like you were just one of the boys 

you were used to it 

but you always had a feeling that there will be someone for you 

so you didn’t mind waiting

also because how can any regular guy compete with your 2D boyfriends 

that was until you met Lucas 

he was the new transfer student; and boy, oh boy, he was STUNNING

all the girls swooned for him in an instance

even you fell victim to the boy’s visuals

you heard he had a brother that was pretty good looking too but you were too busy admiring Lucas to see what he looked like

you could say he was your first, real crush 

you were playing so many scenarios in your head that you didn’t see the tall boy exiting the bathroom 

you were about fall on your butt but you felt his arms wrap around you 

“are you okay?” 

you looked up and saw someone you didn’t recognized

but he was pretty handsome, he looked like a prince 

“y-yeah.. yeah I’m okay..” you muttered as he helped you up 

“hey bro, you ready for basketball tryouts!” you recognized his voice, that was Lucas

your face got more and more red, the closer and closer he got

“oh hey you..” Lucas smiled as he offered a high five 

your eyes widened as you received his high five, “you know me?”

“yeah~ you’re in my class! you know Hendery?” he points to the guy who’s still standing there 

“no.. I just.. bumped into him..” you muttered, you had a hard time keeping eye contact with him 

Hendery saw how flustered you were, but he knew you weren’t flustered over him

“hey.. I’m Hendery, Luca’s brother..” 

your jaws slightly dropped, eyes shifted back and forth between the two handsome guys, “oh.. Oh...OH....”

“yeah, we gotta go to tryouts.. see ya later Y/N” Lucas waves at you before dragging Hendery 

Hendery kept looking behind his shoulder at you, “you know she likes you right?”

“huh? her? nah, man.. I mean with MY face, I can see how she can be starstruck but I don’t think she’s like INTO ME, into me... hmm.. no yeah.. I don’t think so” Lucas babbles as he tries to play it off

Hendery face drops in disappointment, he can’t believe that his brother is so oblivious 

he can’t believe that his brother can’t see that this beautiful girl has completely fallen for him.. like he fell for her 

Hendery shoved his feelings aside for his brother

why?

because he was never strong enough show his feelings; that’s his weakness 

you were looking for after school clubs that ended at the same time basketball practice

this is your last year of high school, maybe you should join a low effort club

so you thought it was a good chance to wait for Lucas; a confession would be too much but just talking would be fine, right?

you came across an empty music room; empty meaning there wasn’t anyone around but there was an abundance of instruments

you sat down with the guitar and started to strum and hum 

you were so into it that you didn’t notice the quiet boy standing by the door 

“hey do you wanna join our band?!” he was sounded so excited, he probably forgot that the room echoed

you almost dropped the guitar, “WHO ARE YOU?”

he puts his arms up to show that he’s innocent, “I-I’m Xiaojun from class 2-B..”

“oh you’re an underclassman... you’re in a band?” you asked as you relaxed 

“yeah.. we need a vocalist and you got a great voice.. a sub guitarist wouldn’t be too bad ei..ther...” 

Xiaojun’s sentence draws out as he sees your face clearly

you were so pretty in his eyes and your voice was the cherry on top 

you placed the guitar down and smiled at him, “what makes you think I can’t be the main guitarist?”

he shook his daydreams away and smiled back at you, “because I’M the main guitarist..so you’re gonna have to fight me for it”

he’s just thinking how he’s finally talking to his crush since his 1st year of high school 

BUT making sure that you didn’t know about his feelings because he wouldn’t know how to act or what to say

“hey Y/N, ready to go home?” 

you turned to see your childhood friend and your neighbor; your surprised face melted into a warm smile 

which worried Xiaojun

“hey Kun~” 

“oh hey Xiaojun!” Kun goes over to pat Xiaojun on the back 

“you know Xiaojun?”

“yeah we’re in a band!” 

you frowned at your friend, “you never told me you were in a band!”

Kun pinches your cheeks, noting how cute you look when you pout, “yeah because if I did, I would have to introduce you to my good-looking band mates..”

you swatted his hands away

“yeah yeah whatever... now I know that you’re not in that weird cooking club..”

“he’s actually in that club..” Xiaojun said with a slip of the tongue which got Kun glaring at him

“it’s not weird...” Kun murmured

“hmm what is this aroma, is it oregano? mixed with rosemary? oh it has to be rosemary,” you clowned Kun for a conversation he had with a member from the cooking club back when you two were 1st years 

Kun yells through his embarrassment and tries cover your mouth

Xiaojun kind of saw this moment in slow motion; it was like a cheesy scene out of a k-drama 

“you guys dating?” he thought he said it in his head but he said it

out loud 

for you and Kun to hear

“WHAT?” Kun’s ears started to get red

“NO!” you said at the same time 

no one could see how Kun was slightly upset by your quick rejection tinged with a little bit of disgust

“Kun is like my brother! I’ve known him since I was a baby, that would be weird to date him..” you shuddered 

Xiaojun nodded in relief and started to set up the room 

“wow, you’re not gonna tell him that you used to call me “my prince charming” up until middle school?” 

Kun tried to brush off his disappointment by making fun of you, he ruffled your hair

before you could say anything, he started to shove you out the door, “think about joining the band, but for now you gotta go.. we got practice!”

he shut the door on your way out

you stuck your tongue out at him 

you looked at your phone to look at your time

“I need to go now or I’ll miss Lucas..” 

you started to dash through the empty halls 

you passed another guy but you didn’t pay too much attention to him

his hair grazed his lashes, he was adorned with lots of ear piercings, airpods in his ears, phone in his hands and had a pair of drumsticks not chicken in his tote

you made eye contact with him and he gave you a smirk of a smile 

which made you look away so fast and suddenly you were thinking if you were running weird and started to fast walk instead 

as you made it to the end of the hall, the boy had entered the music room

“hey Ten!” the two boys greeted him

“hey..”

you continued turned to see if the boy was gone before you started to run again 

you didn’t want anyone to judge the way you ran or thought of you as the weird 3rd year student who spends her time after school running halls of the school 

you cursed the school for being so big

you estimated that if would talk you a whole 3 minutes, if you ran, you would make it to the basketball courthouse that was separated from the gym

being as non-athletic as you were, you were having second thoughts if this boy was really more important than your lack of air 

in those second thoughts, you ran into something

Newton’s first law of motion came into play

and the external force? 

was brighter than the sun itself

AND?

you were laying, in pain, on that sun 

“are you hurt?” the sun said with a smile

“what? no.. are YOU hurt? I’m SO sorry!!” you frantically got off him and offered your hand to help him up 

he took it as he kept on smiling

“I have to go... I’m running late..once again, I’m sorry!!” you apologized as you fast walked 

he smiled as he rubbed his chest, “that kinda hurt.. but for some reason.. I don’t mind it..” 

“hey YangYang! are you gonna start the meeting or what?” the student council VP said through the doors down the opposite side of the hall 

“yeah yeah.. coming!”

you finally made it to the gym so the basketball courthouse would only be around the corner

you spotted a tall guy with a bag similar to Lucas so you ran up to him

“hey Lucas!” you tried not to sound out of breath

when the guy turned around, you immediately started to apologize which you have doing a lot more today

“I’m sorry, I thought you were a friend of mine-”

“you’re Kun’s friend right?” he interrupted you 

your brows knitted together in confusion, “you know me?” 

“yeah.. Kun talks about you all the time.. I’m WinWin, I play the bass for same band as him..” he stuck his hand out for you to shake

you shook his hand as you saw a couple of girls you recognized from the Traditional Chinese Dance team giggle as they came up to WinWin, “good luck on your solo performance, WinWin..”

he nods at them and put his hand up to acknowledge them

“you have a solo performance? how do you have time to do both dancing and being in a band?”

he smiles at you as he hoists his bass case, “when you find things you love to do, you make time for them..”

and with that he left

“Y/N?”

you turned to see Lucas waving at you with Hendery by his side 

you ran all this way and Lucas was the one to find you first

“hey Lucas... Hendery..” you gave them a small smile, mind was clouded with Winwin’s words

“you okay?” Lucas asked, Hendery looked just as worried 

“yeah..” you were happy that Lucas seemed worried about you but you didn’t want him to, “are you free?”

“hmm? yeah I am now.. just gonna head to get something to eat with Hendery!” 

Hendery read the lines of the situation and said, “you go with Y/N, I need to go home first. I got LOTS of homework and I can scavenge the something in the fridge..”

he was getting the keys to unlock his bike out from his bag 

before either you or Lucas could put in a word, Hendery waved at you too, “see you when you get home! and get me something to-go! bye Y/N!”

and with that, he took off on his bike 

Lucas rubbed the back of his neck; kind of confused by the situation and nervous because this is the first time he’s talking to you, by himself

he didn’t keep anything that Hendery told him before about you in his mind 

“so.. are you okay with the diner on 7th Avenue? that’s where Hendery and I were gonna go, you know... we were craving burgers... and like, saw that that place had good reviews...so.. uh, you down?”

you smiled as you tucked the hairs in your face behind your ear, “yeah.. I’m down..”

you and Lucas made small talk on your way to the diner as he dragged his bike along

your shadows slightly touching each other even though there’s some distance between you and Lucas

the golden hour made his golden skin glow even more and you never thought that you could ever fall for anyone so effortlessly 

he opened the door for you as he excitedly talk about his favorite combo of sweet and salty, “Y/N! Y/N! you HAVE to try the milkshake and fries together, it’s my guilty pleasure!!” 

you couldn’t help but smile over his excitement of milkshakes and fries

and you couldn’t help but fall hopelessly more and more in love with him

is it possible to fall in love with him in only a day?

and is it possible for him to fall in love with someone like you?

only time will tell

will you be the one to pluck his heartstrings? 

or will it be someone else..

or, will someone unexpected pluck your heart?

Are you still watching “The Heartstrings Series?”  -Continue watching? -Exit

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[ivyglow]

You don’t go out there kissing everyone - Mat Barzal NYI

Author notes: So, I got a lot of Mathew requests and some of them were very alike, so I decided to mix some. In this piece we have three prompts which are: 

99. “it’s just a kiss”; 35. “I don’t want to be just friends with benefits anymore.” and 11. “we’re not just friends, and you know it” I hope you guys like it! Feedback is always appreciated. 

Word count:  3.196

Also, IMPORTANT: It’s not proofread aaaand I wanted to know if someone wants to do it (before I post on here) with almost every piece I write. Sorry for the confusing talk, I’m at the airport rn but I wanted to post it fast since it’s been a while I got the ask.  

Things started months ago when y/n went on a horrible date and Mat wasn’t in the vibe for dating someone neither having random hookups on the weekends, so he suggested to try put some benefits in their friendship, at first it was a good idea since there was this tension between both of them but as time pass by things got a little out of planning.

It wouldn’t be a real friendship with benefits if one of them -or both- fall in love, huh?!

First, the kisses started to linger longer than usual, then they happened in moments other than sex like when y/n arrived at his house to shit talk about anything or when they were alone together and one of then needed to go. Then affection started to grow, but y/n kept telling herself that it was the kind of thing they used to do before, therefore Mat bringing her coffee at college or sending texts to remind of drink water and lunchtime wasn’t news. 

The clock hits 8am when y/n’s cell phone starts ringing and bringing the noise to all the room. She curses before reaching for the bedside table and turning it off. The bedroom was in a perfect scenario for sleeping all day long, blinds were closed, the air was cool and she was completely naked - covered only by the comforter -.

“pssst, wake up” she hears the whisper, smells the lotion and feels the hands in her hair. 

“Too early” 

“Honey, it’s already 8:30, the guys are arriving soon” 

And suddenly her eyes were wide open. 

Shit! She didn’t mean to stay the night when she got into his condo after a hell of a class. Eventually, they slept together the whole night, but not always, especially when they have breakfast with their group of friends. Mat seemed to sense her nervousness and kissed the top of her head sentencing “You were too tired last night, I choose not to wake you up.” 

“Matyyyy” she whined closing her eyes again and sinking further in the bed. He chuckles. “I gotta go home to clean clothes an-” “There are enough options in my closet” he explains finally letting his weight falls into her, but with caution, so she doesn’t get hurt. 

“You’re wet!!!!” y/n cursed one more time once she felt the drops of water hit her face and collarbone. 

“Just got out of the shower” Mat states simply. She rolls her eyes playfully and let a kiss into his chin.

“Smells good” she whispers “and you shaved…” 

He nods smiling. “I saw you were getting some scratches in the inner tight, so It was no big deal for me to solve this” 

Scratches…

Inner tig-

Her thoughts are interrupted once she understands what he meant. The pitch of her stomach gaining the well-known feeling. Mat loved to go down on y/n so once he noticed that the growing beard was a little inconvenient to her sensitive area he didn’t think twice before shaving it off. 

“I gotta go home to clean clothes before everyone arrives.” she changes the subject after the silence, actually, the silence wasn’t something uncomfortable between them. 

“I told you there are enough options here” he repeats himself and she reaches for his neck, lacing her arms around it. 

“How come?” 

“You always forget something, so I usually just wash and put it with my clothes” 

Y/n stays silent, she knew she left a pair or two of panties since the last time they ended up ripping the one she was wearing, but she didn’t think Mat was so careful and kept everything clean. 

It was kind of overwhelming, to be honest, she already had a toothbrush and some books at his place, but clothes in general? Space in his closet? That was...scary. 

It meant something and she knew it. 

“Babe, you have to get up” Mat pokes her side. 

“Honey”, “babe”...the nicknames, the soft kisses, the attention, the cuddles while sleeping at night...how they let things got this far?! This was far from the established line, wasn’t it?! 

Y/n gives no response, just trying to sink more in the cushions, Mat chuckles and stands up, pushing the comforter off. 

“Barzal, I’m naked!!!!” she grumbles covering her chest with one arm. “and it’s cold” 

“First, I see you naked always and second, it’s not cold. C’mon, go take a bath, y/n��� he pleads and she puffs finally getting up and heading to the bathroom. 

She takes her time while washing her hair, brushing her teeth and choosing between a lot of clothes that -as Mat said- were at his closet. When she was finally dressed and combing her hair the doorbell rings. The voice of Tito, Joe, Emma, and Ed is heard from the bedroom and y/n takes a final look at the mirror before heading downstairs to her friends.

Joe is the first one to notice her and then Emma who’s sitting in the couch in front of the stairs, she gives y/n a well-known look, even tho y/n never talked about her ‘relationship’ with Mathew, Emma seemed to sense -but never enough to prove her point, so things usually consisted in Emma saying that she liked him and y/n denying every word. 

“Good morning, Y/n” Tito compliments heh with a strong hug. “You got here early?” 

“Yeah, it’s been ten minutes or so…”

“I see your hair still wet” Emma whispers while planting a kiss in her friend’s cheek.

“I came right after a bath, so yeah”. 

“Mhm, sure, gonna pretend I believe you” the blonde girl jokes and y/n rolls her eyes playfully. 

Ed and Joe are the next ones, Joe lingering a little bit longer in the hug and adding a small kiss in y/n’s cheek. “You look good today” he smiles before letting her body finally go. That, however, didn’t pass unnoticed by Mat. 

“So, what you guys brought to breakfast??” Barzal asks while walking to the kitchen, followed by the others.

“I brought the watermelon juice, y/n’s favorite” Joe states while walking right behind his friends.

Mathew discreetly rolls his eyes and y/n is fast to see, shooting him a small giggle. 

Everyone putting their designed plates in the table minutes before the loud voice and laughers start along with mouths full of food and eventually some choking and more laughs. 

The group of friends left Mathew’s house around lunchtime, but they would meet at some Tito’s friend party in the evening, which probably was the main reason why y/n went home...or maybe she needed some alone time to put straight her thoughts. Barzal drove her home and they said their goodbyes with a small wave, something seemed off and both could feel it, the tension almost touchable. Happens that during all morning Joe kept flirting with y/n in a way he never did before, which was funny to all of their friends who were seeing all of that as one of Joe’s typical class-clown behavior. He was a funny guy, but Barzal was sure at that moment he was not kidding, he meant it and the way his eyes were trailing her body made his blood boil.

But what Mathew could do? 

Nothing! 

They were not dating, he couldn’t simply demand him to shut up, not when y/n didn’t look at him pleading help with her eyes or showed some kind of discomfort, she was apparently seeing all the situation as comic. 

He wanted to feel comfortable with someone praising y/n cause Mat was sure she deserved all, but he was afraid. And not from the praise or guys at all, he was afraid of her falling for someone else, seeing the possibility of the same relationship with someone that wasn’t him. 

Hell, he wanted to show her off to the whole world and praise her in every way possible. 

In the monarchy times, she surely would be his queen almighty. And him...he would be just a fool in love.

In love.

These words were his only company all day long while his mind raced with thoughts about what the hell was happening until he felt tired enough to fall asleep. 

Mat woke up with the call from Tito asking if he would make it in time and he was confused once the sleep made him forget about the party. Mathew raced for the bathroom, taking a batch, changing and finally leaving thirty minutes later for the party. 

Bruno Mars was blasting through the speakers of the club while the group of friends talking in a discreet corner. Y/n standing beside Emma with her drink in hands a small smile displaying on her face. Her waist was moving slightly and as much as she wanted to feel the music and delightfully dance something was missing…

Almost forty minutes later his perfume is close, her stomach does some flips and finally, the voice is heard. 

“I fell asleep, sorry guys” he states while going to compliment everyone in the friends' circle.

Tito is fast to start chatting and so the night goes with a lot of talks, dance, music, laugh, and glances. When the club started to get full and they wanted to keep the conversation and subjects between their group Emma suggested to go to Ed’s house that was close from there. 

They did as suggested and when everyone was getting comfortable in the living room Joe started “we should play truth or dare”.

“Don’t we have something better to do” it’s Ed’s turn to speak and he glances at his friend with a curious and sarcastic face. 

“C’mon, it will be fun! We gonna talk shit anyway…” Emma jokes and y/n chuckles, her friend was always open for adventures and since it was only their group she felt safe to be who she was and to do all the things she wants as well. 

“You see, Em’s by my side?!” showing his tongue Joe disappears into the house getting back some minutes later with a bottle.

All the five already sitting in a circle in the middle of the room. Emma is by y/n’s right and by her left is empty and then Tito talking with Ed and Barzal. Joe takes the opportunity and sits by her side which doesn’t go unnoticed by Mathew one more time, but whatever, they were all friends, it was normal to eulogize and give attention and take care and...right?! 

Because of her excitement, Emma is the first to start throwing the bottle that lands with the bottleneck pointing to Edward.

“Truth or dare, Ed?” 

“Truth” he exhales. 

“Ok...were you in love with our physic teacher in college?” she’s straight into the point and Joe laughs seeing his friend become bright red and then pale.

“Oh, c’mon Ems, we don’t even have this class anymore!!”

“You said the truth” Tito chuckles standing for his friend. “Let’s go, man, answer fast.” 

Ed grumbles before giving their friend a positive answer that made all of them cheer and laugh.

When Ed spins the bottle and it lands for y/n she arches her brows. 

“Truth or dare?” 

“Dare” she rolls her eyes and takes a sip from her drink. He would probably send her to ring the doorbell of the neighbor or walk barefoot in the sidewalk, or so y/n thought.

“Kiss Joe”

“What?” Tito chuckles not believing in Ed’s command.

“You gotta be kidding me” y/n curls her lips into a funny way.

“Am not. I dare you to kiss Joe” 

She rolls her eyes that land into a pair of honey already staring. His eyes were dark and he had this stressed face that he does when some player hits him in the ice. Mathew wasn’t happy with that little game not even a little. 

She waited to see if he was going to say something, but as nothing left his lips she used hers to kiss the boy by her side. Joe's hand’s found her cheek and he was looking for some kind of dominance in the kiss, trying to get her close every second so so different from Barzal kisses, she remembered. Mat always holds her close, wait for some sign of consent and usually tangles his long fingers into her curly hair. 

Emma does this surprise noise when Joe and y/n break the kiss and Mat looks a little disappointed. 

“I’m gonna grab some air,” the number 13 of the nyi says before leaving the room. Y/n was fast to notice the change in his tone, he was mad. 

Emma glances at her and she stays still, not really being able to understand everything including the mood swing from Mathew. “Your turn to spin the bottle” Ed mumbles noticing that his dare wasn’t one of the best ideas. 

“I...I gotta talk to Mat” she stands. 

“You should wait h-” Emma was not able to stop y/n from standing up neither changing her mind. She knew her best friend and she knew that once y/n decided to do something it was pretty hard to convince her otherwise. 

“You’re thinking what I’m thinking, right?” Tito’s voice is the last thing y/n could hear before leaving the room. 

Mat was leaning in the wall, the empty corridor not doing much to hide her presence even with the constant beep of the elevator. 

“What the hell was that?!” She was starting to get angry, but with the fact that he acts like something was happening, he left evidence to their friends when they had made it clear that thein fling could never ever be known. It would make the friendship a little complicated. “What?” “Don’t act like you have no idea about what I’m talking about. That scene in the living room in front of our friends...it was so...childish!” 

“C’mon, I’m not gonna stand here to hear you say that shit” he answers.

“We’re friends, Mat, that was not the attitude of a friend and you know it! Emma is always talking about us and I know Tito is all about jokes with you too.” 

“We’re what?” 

“Friends, Mathew!” 

“We’re not just friends, and you know it!” he speaks almost softly. 

Y/n freezes in her spot, the elevator still not there, but Mat wished it was for some seconds. It was not easy to start a relationship discussion in the middle of their friend’s apartment corridor. 

Knowing y/n like he knew, Barzal expected her to say some shit about his statement, some sass comment or even a roll of eyes, however, just like she had nothing against it she said: “Ok, but it’s just a kiss…” 

“You don’t go out there kissing everyone!” 

“Don’t you?!” she furrows her brows.

“Gosh, what image do you have of me? I’m your friend…”

“But if I recall we both agreed with the not serious status, and the main reason is our friendship.” She bites her lips and starts to tap her bare feet in the ground. 

“See, that's the thing!” he sighs. “Mat, stop talking to me like I’m able to fucking read your mind!! You have to tell me stuffs, we should take like we usually d-”

“I don’t wanna be just friends with benefits anymore” 

She goes silent and the elevator finally arrives. It’s like her mind still racing and processing what he just said. He was jealous. He confessed he didn’t want to do that anymore. But what did that means? Mat want them to be over or does he wants to start something serious?! 

Before she was able to speak he enters the elevator, however y/n’s able to see the look of disappoint in his eyes, the eyes that she knows so well..the eyes that she woke up beside during some days of the week, the eyes that usually made her body shiver, the eyes that spoke into words that not ever she could read. 

So when she finally put the things together she calls the elevator, praying for the time to be by her side. That’s what they say in the rom-com movies, that the time works perfectly when it comes to two lovers.

This time it does not take long to the elevator arrive and she hops in, barefoot, messy hair and a racing heart. 

When it comes to a stop she runs looking for his car in the parking lot of the building. It’s not even open yet, he’s standing in the side of it. Hands holding the door like he was looking for some kind of strength to his body. 

“Mathew!!” she tries to run faster catching his attention.

“I…” he starts but she cuts him off. “I guess I don’t wanna be just friends with benefits anymore too…” her voice was puffy, gasping for air. Mathew opens his mouth to talk once again, but she rolls her eyes speaking first again “Why couldn’t you just wait for my answer?! I’m not a professional athlete like you…” 

He chuckles. 

“Sorry” it’s a whisper, she knows it’s not just him making her run, it’s about no being patient, not waiting for things to calm down to talk...not telling her before. But as they said, love has its own time huh?! Or that’s what he wants to believe. 

She gets closer, hands holding his shoulders. 

“And now?” 

“I mean...we go on a date or our nights' count as it?” he jokes and laughs softly. 

“Where would you take me?” she asks, brows furrowed.  

“As I already know you, I know you know where I would take you...but let me make this as a surprise” he pecks her lips. 

“With how many dates we can kiss?” y/n gets closer.

“I don’t know, you tell me” 

“Can we start it with the kiss first and then the date?” she jokes and lean even closer, her barefoot almost leaving the ground.

“We can start however you want”

And so they kissed, in the underground of the building, in a very unexpected night. Just like that, no complications, no need to worry. Things would find its ways for the better. Call it fate, love or simply their actions. Y/n and Mathew were ready to face it together. 

[vannahfanfics]

A Lesson in Hair-Brained Schemes

Category: Comedy

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Characters: Tsuyu Asui, Denki Kaminari, & Hanta Sero

Hey, guys! I’m happy to finally present the story I wrote for Class Clown: A BNHA comedy zine!

Tsuyu’s large, frog-like eyes blinked slowly as she turned the page of the light novel she was reading. She sat upon the common room sofa, leaning against a throw pillow with her legs tucked up beside her. It was a lazy Saturday, so she was dressed only in a pair of mint green tights and an oversized white sweater with a cartoon frog stitched onto it that Ochako had gleefully bought for her birthday. Tsuyu greatly appreciated her friend’s giddiness of her frog motif, so the hoodie was one of her favorite things to lounge around in. There really was nothing like a calm morning reading a good book in comfy clothes. 

Tsuyu’s ears perked at the distinct sound of mischievous giggles floating into the room. She peeked over the back of the couch to see Hanta and Denki scuttling down the stairs, wearing identical naughty grins. She closed her book as they both plopped down on either side of her, propping up their legs and wiping the nefarious smiles off their faces like Tsuyu hadn’t heard them snickering like a pair of bandits. 

“Tsu, if anyone asks, we’ve been here the whole time,” Hanta said as he booted up his handheld console and began jamming the buttons in haste to look like he had been deeply involved in a level for some time. 

“Yeah,” Denki agreed, scrolling through his social media feed, “we definitely have nothing to do with what’s about to happen in three… two… one…” 

Tsuyu jumped violently as a deranged scream resounded upstairs, followed by a slamming door and several very loud explosions. Amidst the crackles and snaps and insane screeches, Tsuyu could discern some very angry yells: 

“Who did it? Which one of you numbskulls put hair dye in my shampoo?” Katsuki howled, each angry word punctuated with a stomp. As the volatile boy charged through the dorm, the other students flooded from upstairs to escape his wrath. Most of them were covering their mouths struggling to suppress giggles; Mina wasn’t even attempting to do so, cackling like a witch while tears streamed down her pink cheeks. She gave Denki and Hanta high-fives as she dashed to the kitchen to busy herself with something. 

Another loud burst of explosions announced Katsuki’s arrival onto the ground floor. The others had accomplished looking innocent; several pairs of wide eyes turned to look upon the seething blond—or, once-blond. Katsuki’s dripping-wet hair was now a striking shade of hot pink. Standing at the base of the steps with a towel slung around his waist and water dripping into a puddle from his muscular body, he looked so comical that Tsuyu had to press a hand to her lips to keep a snicker from sneaking out. 

“Which one of ya did it? Huh?” Katsuki demanded with an angry point into the living room. A chorus of confused mutters failed to satisfy him. “Don’t lie! Look at my hair! Look at it!” he screeched while tugging at the rosy strands slicked to his forehead. 

“I think it looks rather lovely! Now we match!” Mina chimed in as she stuck her head out of the kitchen with cereal spilling from her lips. Katsuki furiously gave her the finger and told her to shut her mouth, prompting Mina to skip back into the kitchen with airy giggles. 

“Pikachu! You’re awfully fuckin’ quiet over there!” Katsuki accused suddenly. Denki jumped up and dropped his phone, splaying his hand over his heart in feigned innocence. 

“Not cool, Baku-bro!” he pouted. “Why ya gotta accuse me, huh? I was just down here with Tsu, mindin’ my own business,” he said with a sideways glance at the frog girl. Tsuyu straightened up with a squeak as Katsuki’s fiery red eyes landed on her, silently demanding confirmation. Tsuyu fidgeted against the couch cushion; it wasn’t right to lie, but Denki and Hanta had asked her to lie… Oh, what was the right decision? 

Deciding that lying would probably keep him from murdering Denki in cold blood, she opted to say, “That’s right, ribbit.” 

Though Katsuki’s irritation rose at no one fessing up, he didn’t make any more baseless accusations. Mr. Aizawa strolled in, took a look at his hair, shrugged, and then ordered him to mop up the puddle of bathwater on the floor before it bowed the wood. Katsuki’s face took on a hue nearly as pink as his hair, a scowl making a home on his lips. 

“When I find out which one of you knuckleheads did this—” he warned as he grabbed the towel around his hips, “you’ll be sorry!” As he whirled on his heel, he slipped in the soap suds and slammed into the wall. A chorus of snorts and barely suppressed laughter rang out around him, and Tsuyu could see the burning red of his ears even from the considerable distance. Muttering curses, he stomped back up the stairs to get dressed. A collectively held breath nearly burst in the room; as soon as they heard his dorm slam upstairs, everyone exploded into laughter. 

“I can’t believe it worked!” Denki cackled as he leaned across Tsuyu to give his partner-in-crime a fist bump. 

“You two ought to be ashamed of yourself,” Tenya scolded while pushing up his glasses. He could only keep his expression stern for a few seconds before the smile crept onto his thin lips. “Although that shade does look rather magnificent on him, I must say.” Her classmates chattered animatedly about the prank, all while Tsuyu listened attentively. 

Tsuyu had never really prescribed to pranking; it seemed a mean thing to do, to tease others. However, as she watched the room fill with smiles, something dawned on her that never had before—could pranks be a way to bond with your classmates? As she looked back upon the many tricks that the dynamic duo Denki and Hanta had pulled on their peers, the person on the receiving end laughed about it eventually—even Katsuki, who was the butt of many of their jokes thanks to his simply explosive reactions. After he’d cooled down, he’d make threats and bleat about how angry he was, but there was always a curl to the edge of his lips that belied his hidden sense of affection.

As Tsuyu considered this, the students slowly migrated out of the common room to get back to their Saturday routines, now that Katsuki probably wouldn’t tear the dorm apart. On either side of her, Denki and Hanta were already conspiring to commit another act of mischief. Tsuyu looked at each of them before nervously piping up, “I want to play a prank on someone, ribbit!” 

“Huh? Ya do?” Denki blinked curiously. Tsuyu nodded eagerly, clenching her fists in front of her to show her resolve. “Have you ever pulled a prank before, Tsu?” 

“No… That’s why I want to do one, to see why everyone likes them so much.” 

“Are you sure, Tsu?” Hanta asked sheepishly, rubbing at the back of his neck. “I mean, you’re such a kind-hearted person… It’s okay if you’re not the type of person to prank.” 

“I want to!” she insisted with a resolute shake of her head. “I want to try it just once, ribbit!” 

“Well, all right, Tsu, if you insist.” Denki shrugged and rolled over onto one side. Hanta did the same as if they were engaging in a conspiratorial huddle. “Do you have any idea what kind of prank you want to do?” 

Tsuyu thoughtfully poked her chin. 

“Well… I don’t want anyone to get hurt, of course, and I don’t want to do anything too mean. I want to play a prank that even the person being pranked can have a good laugh about,” she explained while looking thoughtfully up at the ceiling. Denki and Hanta both nodded sagely as they tucked their chins into the webbing between their thumb and forefinger, hanging onto Tsu’s every word. “I want it to be something they can look back on and laugh about when they tell the story!” 

“Very noble. Very noble indeed, Tsu,” Hanta appraised. “You already have the true essence of a prankster.” 

“Do you think Katsuki will laugh about his hair being dyed pink?” 

“Baku-bro is a different breed. Besides, Hanta and I aren’t exactly ethical pranksters; we just like to get under people’s skins,” Denki sniggered proudly. “But for you, our dear, sweet, adorable Tsu,” he sighed as he wound an arm around her shoulders, “we’ll cook up a plan that aligns with your goals.” Tsuyu perked up at that, daresay growing excited about the prospect of pranking with the dorm’s best. 

“As a matter of fact,” Hanta grinned deviously and rubbed his chin, “I think I have just the perfect prank… But this will require a great deal of skill, secrecy, and aid from a professional.” 

“A professional?” Tsuyu asked. 

“That’s right, Tsu,” Denki confirmed. “You can call him our benefactor. Many a time his genius brain has concocted hair-brained schemes for us mere peons to commit…” 

“Truly, a master of his craft,” Hanta agreed. 

Nearly beside herself with curiosity, Tsuyu’s head swiveled to look between the both of them. 

“Well, who it is, ribbit?” 

“That would be none other than I, Present Mic! Yeeaaaaaaaaah!” 

Tsuyu actually did jump off of the couch this time, landing in a crouch on the coffee table as the pro hero screamed behind her. She looked wide-eyed at the loud man with the crazy duo, who struck a pose and pushed down his sunglasses to reveal gleaming emerald eyes. “So sorry to frighten you, Tsuyu, my dear,” he tutted apologetically. “I was just so excited to hear that my two favorite protégés were cooking up a plot to teach you the art! Come, come now; don’t keep a man waiting,” he whined to the two boys. 

Sneering devilishly, Hanta leaned in to whisper excitedly into Hizashi’s ear. Tsuyu marveled at the absolutely maniacal grin that split his face as Hanta divulged the inner workings of his devious mind. 

“Ohohoho, that’s good, that’s so good!” Hizashi chortled and clapped his hands together. “Magnificent work… Now then, I will make all the necessary preparations, while you two enlighten young Tsuyu to our grand plan! Ta-ta!” And with that, he was zooming out of the dorm leaving dust clouds and a very confused Mr. Aizawa in his wake. The boys waited until their teacher had ambled off to the kitchen to procure coffee before leaning in close. 

“Now listen, Tsu,” Hanta whispered. “Pay close attention. The victim of our prank will be none other than...” 

Tsuyu cautiously peered above the surface of the lake, eyes blinking slowly in the gloom. Dawn was nearly there, tinging the horizon with ruddy gold and pink. The stars steadfastly glimmered on, refusing to relinquish their gleam, but soon enough they would be snuffed out by the rising sun. 

She poked her head fully above the water as a scraping sound caught her attention. A few shadowy figures appeared from the bushes, toting a large black mass; as they passed under the illuminating glow of a streetlamp, it revealed Denki, Hanta, and Ochako—the latter of whom was levitating a white mattress, on which Mr. Aizawa was passed out. Present Mic strutted in the rear, eagerly filming, joined by a very amused Midnight. Of course, they had needed her aid to keep their teacher unconscious while they toted him all the way out to one of the practice fields where Tsuyu would lie in wait to tie their devious little operation together. 

“Ribbit, I’m here,” Tsuyu called softly to them. The crickets sang accompaniment to her gentle voice, but the pranking party still caught wind of her sound despite it. Denki trotted over to her to flash her a wink. 

“You ready?” 

“Mhmm.” She nodded in affirmation. Though her belly was churning nervously in fear and guilt, there was a bit of excitement there, too. It felt almost like a rite of passage to become truly committed to their friend group. 

As Ochako brought the mattress over, Tsuyu gently looped her tongue around the corner and brought it down to the water’s surface. She used her powerful legs to guide it to the center of the lake, leaving an oblivious, snoozing Shota to drift amongst the ripples. Tsuyu swam along the muddy bottom before emerging between the reeds, blinking as water streamed in rivulets down her face. 

“Did I do well, ribbit?” 

“You performed exemplarily, Tsuyu, dear, well done!” Hizashi praised, making the girl flush happily. Midnight patted her on the head as she climbed up the small slope to the sidewalk. “Now, all we have to do is wait,” Hizashi hummed with an expectant glance at the sky, which was rapidly flooding gold. They all waited impatiently for the sun to shine above the horizon and awaken their hapless victim. 

Tsuyu twitched as she watched the mattress slowly turn in circles on the lake. Perhaps this wasn’t the right thing to do? Would Mr. Aizawa be angry and punish her? Oh, she would hate to get on his bad side. Just as her second thoughts were beginning to spur her to call it off, the bright rays of sunlight finally crashed over the tops of the U.A. campus, illuminating their snoozing target in all his scruffy, sleep-deprived glory. 

Mr. Aizawa groaned as the light shone brightly down in his face. He swatted loosely with his arm, looking like he was trying to pull the sheets over his head—except there were none. When his groggy mind figured that out, he cracked his eyes open—and then cried out in shock. 

“What the hell?!” he yelled and sat bolt upright, then exclaimed in confusion as the mattress wobbled and sloshed in the water. He gripped the edges in a struggle to remain upright, looking around wildly until his bloodshot eyes landed on the perpetrators snickering on the bank. His perplexed gaze bounced from Denki to Hanta to Midnight to Ochako to Mic and then finally to Tsuyu, where real confusion clouded his features. “What the—? Mic! I know you’re behind this!” he accused and started trying to paddle his way ashore.

“Ah, ah, ah,” Hizashi tutted with a waggle of his finger, the other hand holding up the still-filming cellphone. “My little pupils here are the masterminds of this daring escapade. Give them due credit.” 

“I can’t believe this! All of you are—Gah!” In his haste to get to shore and throttle his best friend, their teacher failed to distribute his weight on the mattress. He could only gawk as the right side flipped up and dropped him right into the lake, sending another chorus of laughs through the group. He emerged from the water a few seconds later, black hair slicked to his head and covering everything but his scowl. He slapped his hair out of the way as he waded ashore to loom over the four students with a terrifyingly blank stare. “Well? Anything you have to say for yourselves?” 

Ochako put her hands together to try and start floating away. Denki and Hanta were whistling and looking around as if they had just happened upon the situation and had no idea what he was talking about. Mic had no shame, flitting around commentating his filming while Mr. Aizawa barked at him to hand over the phone. Midnight was chortling as she watched the two bicker, commenting that it was worth sacrificing her beauty rest for this. 

Tsuyu shrunk guiltily into herself, definitely thinking that this was a mistake. Meekly, she offered, “Don’t… Don’t you think it’s just a little bit funny, Mr. Aizawa?” 

“What?” 

She quailed under his inquisitorial stare, ringing her fingers as she guiltily looked at her feet. 

“I-I mean… ribbit… When you look back on this moment, won’t you laugh?” 

Mr. Aizawa stared bewilderedly at her for a moment. Then, with a deep sigh, he seemed to deflate like a balloon. With a snort, he wove his fingers through his soaking wet hair and smiled. 

“Yeah, I suppose I will. Not bad for your first prank, Asui, but are you sure you really want to consort with these heathens? They’re bad influences.” 

“Hey! What a way to talk about your students!” Denki huffed. “Anyway, did ya hear that, Tsu? Mission success!” The blond grinned while hugging her. Tsuyu smiled broadly, scrunching up her eyes in elation.

“Ribbit! That was a lot of fun!” 

“So you mean we aren’t grounded?” Ochako offered hopefully. Denki and Hanta exchanged scared looks before turning to their teacher, who exhaled deeply. 

“No, I suppose not… But don’t ever drop me in a lake again.”

“See! All’s well that ends well~!” Hizashi said with a little dance. Mr. Aizawa pointed a threatening finger at him. 

“If that footage ends up online—” 

“Whoops? What’s this? A video I just posted has over a thousand views already! People are so active in the morning…” Hizashi hummed innocently while edging away. Mr. Aizawa stared at him bloodthirstily, hair rising and eyes glowing red. Present Mic took that as his cue. “See you later, kids! Gotta run!” he said before dashing off like Hell was behind him. Well, it was, in the form of a seething Mr. Aizawa. 

“Get back here!”  

“Ahaha, so spirited so early in the morning,” Midnight purred as she watched the two men run off. She then turned to Tsuyu with a kind smile. “Well, I’m glad you had fun. It’s important that you all remember to be kids.” 

“Mhmm! We should do this again sometime, ribbit!” 

“Hear that? Tsuyu’s becoming a little deviant herself,” Denki grinned while elbowing Hanta lightly in the ribs. 

“Isn’t she? We’ll have to sleep with one eye open, methinks, before she turns on us!” the boy nodded. Tsuyu only winked at them. Now that she was delving into the realm of tricks and pranks, no one was safe! Such was the name of the game, after all. 

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[midnighthyuck]

Beautiful | jungwoo!au

summary: you were working on a photoshoot with your university team, in the meanwhile, jungwoo has to dress up as a girl to help his sister. 

words: 2.600 (sorry bout that)

pairing: you & jungwoo

a/n: pretty sweet. also, sorry about any mistakes, english is not my native language. it’s not that good idk? but it would be a shame deleting it all without giving a try. promise next time will be better.

requests are open!

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Two hours. That was the amount of time you had already spent trying to convince your senior that purple lights wouldn’t look as good as blue ones. The scenario was all set up but the lights still annoyed you. He had been working with photoshoots before you, period. He had plenty of works highly well recognized by all teachers in photography faculty, period. Yet, purple didn’t feel right.  

Tired of hearing your annoying complains he decided to give it a try. It ended up with you being congratulated by your ‘unceasing persistence’ and happy with the finally blue studio. He was good, but you also were. Being on top of the class was the main reason you were the only sophomore in the wise room.  

Once done with the lighting discussion you decided to take a look on the models. It was not your first time on a shooting like that so you had plenty knowledge of how the girls get stressed and sensitive right before the show. Most of them you’d never seen before and was pretty much sure you wouldn’t be seeing again anytime soon, still you made sure to bring them some fruits and cool water. 

‘’You all look stunning! Definitely the prettiest girls I’ve ever seen’’ you genuinely smiled at them. That was your job, making them feel at ease, instead of freaking them out like Doyoung would be doing in a few minutes. 

He wasn’t a bad guy, but the amount of overwork he had been dealing with in the past few months may have helped him to become this ‘fast mood shifting’ weapon. Or you might just think it because you are two opposites. Doyoung doesn’t know how to behave when it comes about girls. Also don’t you when it comes about boys. 

“There’s one missing’’ Ten made himself noticeable, handing you the paperwork. 

“It’s fine, we still got a few minutes.’’ you tried to stay calm, although you knew Doyoung would be shouting at you once the shoot started and one of his ‘girls’ was missing. ‘’I’ll go grab some coffee for us. Make sure Doyoung doesn’t freak out.’’  

“I will try.’’ It’s all you get back when you’re already reaching the elevator.  

In the meanwhile, Jungwoo was in denial.  

“No.” was all he said. 

“No, you don’t get me.” Junghah, the older sister, insisted. “I need you to be there for me. The director will fucking kill me. Also, what if I never get a job like this again?” 

“You should be there, not me!” his voice still sounded awfully adorable, despite the loudness. 

“I know! Do you think I’m like this cause I want to? Huh?” Junghah’s voice made itself louder than expected thanks to the eco. She had been in the bathroom for the whole day long. It had been four hours already. “Even if I manage to get out of here, I don’t think I can stay away for too long, you understand?” 

Jungwoo was too good, even he suspected of it, but everything must have a limit. He thought about the uncountable number of times he’d helped his older sister until the very moment. Combing her hair when she broke her arm. Dumping her ex-boyfriend for her cause she wouldn’t be able to handle his crying face. Not to mention all the times he had lied to their mom in order to help her sneak out of the house to go out.  

He knew that dressing up as a girl and showing up in a photoshoot wasn’t the best decision at all.  “Pretty please.’’ and that was it. 

With that simple sentence she had him all over her shoes.  

Jungwoo was way too good. 

[…] 

“Hold on, please!” you let the air in your lungs come out as a demand, running to the metal door a few steps away from you while managing to keep both ice americanos in your hands inside its cups, instead of dripping all over the elevator’s floor. “Thank you.” you mumble once in, trying to fix the harsh first impression you’d just caused. 

A smile was the answer. An awkwardly cute smile coming from an around 5 feet tall girl. She was huge, that was no secret, even compared to the ones waiting for you at the studio, yet something about her felt just to adorable, despite her size. Her long hair fell just right over her shoulder’s, contouring her back with a few other strands over her cheekbones. She was definitely adorable and you couldn’t help but smile. 

“Excuse me, are you here for the shooting?”  

“Uh, yes!” not only the face was lovely, but also the voice.  

You tried to keep your reactions to yourself, but seeing her ears getting red just made you internally jump in joy. “I see. I’m also on it, I mean, not modeling as you can see. I’m in charge of light and photography.’’ you smiled once again when she opened her mouth impressed, getting even more red than before. “Is this your first time?” 

“...Is it that obvious?” and once again you found yourself whipped by that extremally cute face.  

“Nah, it’s just cause you have very sincere expressions. It’s not bad though.” The conversation could keep on some other time, because in the very next second you’d arrived in the 8th floor. 

You, politely, guide the girl to the makeup room and let her there so they could work out on how to make her look like the astonishing (you would call kinda fake looking) woman we see on magazines. 

[…] 

As you thought Doyoung couldn’t keep his frustrations to himself, but since you were there the models had someone to rely on. Specially the cute one. It was her first time so it took ages for her to feel comfortable enough to pose properly.  

You managed to make some good pics before noon arrived, so you’d just sit around and wait until your colleagues were also done. Going out for a few drinks was always one of the best parts of working on projects with them.  

While setting up a few things in your head and organizing some paper and equipment, you heard two of your senior laughing. ‘If they can chill, they can also help me get everything done’ your thought while frowning. Finally reaching both guys you could barely remember the names, you were able to hear was seemed to be so funny. 

“I don’t know how Doyoung let that thing be on the project. That’s definitely not a girl, dude.”  

“I mean, maybe if I was drunk, or blind” both them laugh annoyingly.  

“Well, if it is so cool making fun out of people, I guess you guys will die in laughter once you check up on yourselves in the mirror.” you claim entering the place. “Or it might be funnier if your just shut the fuck up and take care of the work you’re here to do.’’ 

“Yeah, but nobody told me this was a gay parade.” one insisted. 

You smile back. “I bet they told you it was a circus. That’s why you keep acting like a fucking clown.” 

Before it could get any worse (or better), all the models, now done with their hard work, entered the room laughing in delight once it was over. Except from the tall one, who came in leaving the bathroom right behind you. You frowned in pain. You just wished she didn’t hear all the bullshit those two said. 

“Thank you for that.” she told you once you both were the only ones left in the huge studio, since taking the elevator was a kind of process when there were around 14 people in there. And taking the stairs on 8th floor was not an option.  

The touch of your hand on hers makes she feels vulnerable, and once again she blushes. “Never mind those assholes. Men are fucking stupid. Are you coming with us for a drink?” 

“Uh, not really. I gotta go back to check on my sister.” 

“Oh, I see.” and when the elevator finally arrives to get you, you hear her sighing in relief. 

“You did well today. I bet we are gonna see each other again anytime. What’s your name anyways?” 

“Kim Jungwoo.” she answers back with a wide smile.  

“You’re name is as adorable as your face, you know it?” you can’t help but make your thoughts real by telling the truth. 

“Oh... Thank you. I don’t get this a lot.” 

“But you should. Honestly, you’re the cutest model I’ve ever bumped into. Feel lucky, cause I see plenty of gorgeous girls every once in a while. You’re extremally beautiful.” 

“Thank you.” you are amused by the laugh that comes from her. It was just too much of a cute sound. But before you could embarrass yourself in front of her again the door opens, revealing a groups of people waiting for you to follow them to the nearest bar.  

You just wave goodbye and wish Jungwoo luck.

[…] 

Later that night Jungwoo searched for you online. He wasn’t brave enough to send a request, though. He felt cheesy for being like that, just appreciating your face once again by a picture someone else took. But it was not all about looks. It was about you all. Something just felt warm inside him while watching a stupid video Jaehyun posted on your birthday.  

Was it the smile? Was it the cozy voice? He didn’t know for sure, but it made him feel even worse for not being fearless.  

He was a coward afterwards.  

[…] 

You couldn’t bare the pain in your neck anymore, even after trying to stretch or taking pain-killers. You decided to go home for the day, you wouldn’t be much productive editing the pictures with that annoying pinch keeping all your attention for itself.  

“Excuse me!” the sweet voice reached your ears when you were just about to leave the building.  

“Yes?” you frowned. That face was somehow familiar. 

“Uh- well... I was here last weekend on the photoshoot...’’ You still couldn’t link it. 

“Sorry, I don’t recall. Are you a staff member?”  

“Not exactly. Well, I was... one of the models.” Oh. It wasn’t hard to say why you weren’t able to recognize her (him? they?). 

They still were tall as hell, the baby face had pretty much the same features and naive expressions, but it all just felt so different. The person right in front of you now seemed like someone else. 

“I think I remember now.” you said trying to conceal your surprise. “How can I help?” 

There it was again. Ears turning red, just as the tip of the nose, confused face and shrunken shoulders. Just as adorable as you could remember. 

“I actually... Hm...” 

“The pictures aren’t ready yet, if that’s what you’re here for. It takes some time.” 

“No!” they answered louder than you expected, getting you surprised. “I... actually came to.. Uh, talk to you.” 

“Me?” you didn’t mean to sound as surprised as you actually did.  

“I’m so sorry! I swear I’m not a weirdo. I just didn’t have the chance to talk to you that much that day, and I was wondering if... Well, if y-you...” 

No. The answer was already set on your mind before you could even think about the painful pinch on your neck. But that was when you realized it wasn’t there anymore. You frown in confusion and run your fingers through the back of your head. Everything is just fine. 

“Ok.” you said before thinking well, interrupting the other while getting lost on their own words. “What about grabbing some coffee?” 

They were not a dog, but for a second you could swear you saw a wagging tail when they opened that bright smile right in front of your eyes. 

[…] 

So Kim Jungwoo was indeed a guy.  

The whole ‘’dressing’’ as girl thing had a story behind it, before you could get angry at him. No that you had a real reason for that, but as Ten would say “getting mad at boys is you favorite sports”. But even though, he was way different from all the other boys you had ever met.  

Adorable wasn’t the only word to describe him. He was... sweet (?) Like genuinely.  Not the kind of “am I cute?” sweet, the real sweetness. The one kids lose once they grow up. The one that makes us love animals because they’re just too pure for this world.  And you hated yourself for feeling so much at ease with a guy as you did with Jungwoo. 

You knew his intentions. Growing up with two older brothers and being friends with Johnny made you a kind of expert when it comes to know that guys are into you. Yet, you couldn’t help but smile at each sweet expression he’d let off whenever you said something that caught him out of guard.  

[…] 

Keeping in touch with Jungwoo was just natural.  

People tend to say they never really realize they fell in love, but you’d never forget that friday night, when he texted you a “I wanna see you soon.”.  

What is this? You thought to yourself, holding onto your phone tightly, staring at the ceiling wondering since when were you anticipating seeing Jungwoo that much. What exactly was that cozy warmness inside your chest. 

[…] 

“I like you.” Jungwoo closed his eyes when the words came out, becoming real. 

It had been a month since the first time you thought he was adorable. And now, right in front of that playground somewhere nearby your house, on that cold november noon, he was being adorable once again. 

He didn’t dare to take your hands. He knew you well to know how suspicious you were with skinship, what got you smiling. You moved one step forward, getting closer to the taller cute boy, taking one of his hands on yours. 

“I know.” 

“Since when?” he sighs deeply. You wish you were brave enough to check up his expression. I bet his ears are red, you thought.  

“Since day one.” you laugh when his lamentation moan reaches your ears, at the same time he decides to lay his head on your shoulder.  

“That’s so unfair.” he sighs once again, that’s when you feel the urge to pet his head. At the first touch he gets surprised, since touching wasn’t really something between the two of you. “I’m sorry.” 

“There’s nothing to be sorry for.” you smile, although you knew he couldn’t see it.  

Gathering all his strength, he takes a step back to face you. “And... What’s your answer?” 

You laugh. “You know I have a soft spot for you and there’s no way I’d say no when you’re looking at me like that.”. 

And when he pouts at you with that ridiculously adorable face you can’t help but hugging him. “You were special since the first second. Thank you for that.” 

He hugs you back and now you’re able to feel his heartbeat, which gets you a bit worried since it was way faster than people consider healthy. 

“I never cared when people gave me compliments. But that day, when you said I was beautiful, I felt you were looking through me. It was not about being a guy, being a girl, not even about being attractive. It was about... me. I’m the one to thank you.” 

You smile while petting his back. “You’re beautiful, Jungwoo.” 

And he was. 

Kim Jungwoo was the prettiest thing that had ever crossed your path. 

[thepurplebutterflythings]

We’re Grown-Ups, Aren’t We? - Jason Todd

Gif: Unknown on Tenor

Word Count: 2.1K

Paring: Jason Todd x (f)Reader

Summary: Bruce sends Y/N and Jason on a job and books them a room in a fancy five-star establishment. One problem, he was supposed to book two rooms and only booked one room, with one bed.

Warnings: N/A

Masterlist

Requested: @gaeck-o

Tagging: @bella-0104-123

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Bruce Wayne, Billionaire Play-Boy, Batman, Symbol of Gotham, CEO of Wayne Enterprises and a brilliant businessman, was a complete and utter idiot. All the man had to do was book two rooms in the hotel were Y/N and Jason had to stay in while in Detroit to visit Dick Grayson, but he somehow only booked one, and it wasn’t as if he could afford two rooms, he could get every room in the god-damn hotel if he wanted, Bruce had just simply forgotten he was sending two people on this trip.

“No, no, no,” Y/N said, putting her hands on the receptionist’s desk and leaning forward into the receptionist’s space. The receptionist, a prim and proper looking woman with rectangular glasses perched neatly onto her nose and holding a fancy looking pen, leaned backwards and gave Y/N a disapproving look. The hotel establishment that she and Jason found themselves in was fancy, in fact, fancy was an understatement – aristocratic was perhaps more accurate. The pair of them stuck out like a sore thumb, Jason in his dusty jeans and messy hair and Y/N in a worn-out leather jacket and scruffy trainers, and both of them were incredibly tired from the journey that brought them from Gotham to Detroit. “There should be two rooms under ‘Wayne’, not one.”

“I’m sorry, Mam’, but the computer says there is only one room under the name ‘Wayne’, and the system doesn’t make mistakes.”

“Well, this time it has,” Jason spoke up, rubbing his temple. “Bruce wouldn’t make the mistake of booking one room.”

“Is there any other rooms available?”

“No.”

“Seriously?” Jason groaned.

“I don’t know what to tell you, sir,” the receptionist said, clearly sick of them bothering her, “do you want the room or not?”

“Fine, we’ll take it,” Y/N sighed, grabbing her back and turning to Jason, “we’ll figure something out when we get up there.”

“Alright,” Jason nodded as he grabbed his bag. Y/N took the room key from the receptionist and nodded in thanks.

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The room was incredible, there was no doubt about that. Everything was in shades of cream and gold with mahogany wood. The moment Jason and Y/N walked into the room, they dropped their bags and looked around the room in shock.

“My apartment could fit in this ten times over!” Y/N said in awe.

“How is all of this for one person?”

“The Rich are indulgent – we work for Bruce Wayne, we should know that by now,” Y/N turned to Jason, “Dumbass had a dining room he never went in until we came along.”

“It’s still just strange to see,” Jason shrugged, “come on, neither of us had the most easy-going of upbringings.”

Jason was right. Neither himself nor Y/N were as gifted as Bruce with finance when they were growing up and it showed in moments when together. Now the most normal middle class of people would also have the same reaction as Jason and Y/N when seeing the extravagant room they were gifted with, but when they were out eating and shoved a few bread rolls in their pockets, when no one was looking it, was because of that deep-rooted fear that they grew up with not knowing if or when they would be eating again.

“Point taken…” Y/N mumbled, “but that’s very different from a golden clawed bathtub,” she said gesturing into the bathroom where the bathtub in question stood.

“That’s true,” Jason nodded, throwing his bag on the sofa. It was white, fabric, and not made to be comfy, but solely for aesthetic. “I gotta go find Grayson, reckon you’ll be alright here for a while?”

“It’s basically a palace in a five-star hotel and Bruce is paying the bill,” Y/N turned to Jason and folded her arms with the cock of an eyebrow, “I’m taking this as a chance to see how much I can rack up before we gotta leave.”

“I’ll join in on it when I get back,” Jason said as he grabbed his case that held his Robin suit and went to the door, “see ya!”

“Bye!”

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Y/N certainly took advantage of Bruce paying and ordered essentially everything on room service. The staff had to bring three rolling trollies up to the room. Lobster, steak, caviar and everything else you could imagine. She sat on the bed with the TV on and tore into everything in reaching distance.

“Oh my god,” Jason said opening the door, his jaw-dropping at the sight of all the food, “I left you alone for a day, Y/N/N, and you… what? Cleared out the kitchen?”

“I said it was a challenge, and I meant it!” Y/N shifted over to make space for Jason, who put his case down and pulled his sweater off before jumping next to her on the bed, “Salmon or Crab?”

“Salmon,” Jason said as Y/N handed him the platter with the smoked salmon on. “Bruce is going to kill you for this,” he said as he pushed the salmon into his mouth.

“ME?” Y/N scoffed, “you’ve got a mouthful $108 worth of salmon.”

“Fine, us,” Jason corrected. “But it’s worth it!”

“Damn right,” Y/N nodded as she grabbed the champagne bottle and two glasses, pouring them each a glass. She handed Jason his glass and they clinked them before downing the liquid in one. Jason lowered his glass and looked at their surroundings.

“Be honest with me, how much money is all this?”

“No fucking clue!” Y/N frowned and looked at it all, “Should we be worried?”

“I think we’re way beyond being worried now.”

“Fair play.”

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Food cleared up and taken away, Y/N and Jason started to get ready for bed. Y/N changed in the bathroom and by the time she exited, Jason was also in his pyjamas – tracksuit bottoms and no top. It made Y/N blush to see Jason shirtless, how she hadn’t realized that of course, Jason’s physique would be beyond incredible is ridiculous! The first thing Y/N thought when she saw Jason was that scene in ‘Crazy, Stupid Love’ with Emma Stone and Ryan Gosling, where Ryan’s character whips his shirt off to reveal an outrageously ripped body and Emma’s character goes “FUCK! Are you photoshopped?” or something to that effect. That was how Y/N felt gawking at Jason’s chest, she felt like Emma Stone and that he was Ryan Gosling.

“You alright, Y/N/N?” Jason said as he realized Y/N standing there in her pyjama’s staring at him.

“Yeah, yeah,” Y/N nodded with a cough as she folded her arms across her chest and looked around her. She suddenly wished she packed nicer pyjamas, and then she cursed herself for thinking that, but the pyjama’s she was wearing were her ‘At Home Clothes’ – clothes to be worn when no one else was around, like what that comedian Iliza Shlesinger talked about in her stand-up; holes in them, stains, and, in Y/N’s case, about a size or so too big for her. It wasn’t the outfit she wanted to be seen in after realizing how hot her friend was, why couldn’t she dress like a god-damn Victoria Secret Model when going to bed? She felt silly, like a little girl dressed in grown-up clothing pretending to be an adult.

“I’ll take the sofa,” Jason muttered as he walked to the sofa which would almost certainly play his back up.

“Why?” Y/N asked as Jason stopped in his tracks and looked at Y/N.

“Cause there’s only one bed.”

“It’s a king-size,” Y/N told him, “We could sleep on opposite sides and still have enough room for two to three more people.”

“But... wouldn’t you feel awkward?”

“Jason, we’re grown up’s, aren’t we?”

“I’d find that more believable if you hadn’t gone total ‘Home Alone Lost in New York’ on the room service.”

“We can share a bed without anything happening between us.” Y/N said as she pulled the sheets of the bed back and climbed in herself, patting the free spot for Jason to take. Jason bit his lip and nodded before getting in the bed as well.

They both looked at each other and smiled a strained smile before laying down and staring at the high, white ceiling. It was silent, only the noise of Y/N and Jason breathing filled the air. They certainly weren’t sleeping in Gotham anymore, where the normal lullaby for a baby was the endless wail of sirens, police or otherwise. No noise outside seemed unnerving to them both, any small creak or groan made by the old building could be heard. They both tossed and turned for what seemed like hours until Jason sighed, sat up and turned on the table lamp, causing Y/N to squint at the brightness and turn on her side to face Jason, who laid down and faced her.

“Sorry,” he mumbled, “I can’t sleep like this!”

“Me neither,” Y/N assured him, “it’s too… strange.”

“Normal,” Jason said, “this is how normal people not in Gotham sleep – in silence. Why can’t we?”

“Cause we’re from Gotham like you said.” Y/N sighed as she pulled the quilt up a little more to fight off the night chill, “come on, look at Gotham – we’ve got psycho clowns, exploding clockwork penguins and an asylum that criminal lunatics always seem to be breaking out of yet no one thinks to up security on – and we wonder why tourism isn’t booming!”

“Yeah, I know,” Jason nodded against his pillow, “do you sometimes wonder if you could leave it all behind?” He asked her, “Leave Gotham and be normal.”

“I don’t know,” Y/N confessed, “Those from Gotham just seem to be bred different from the rest of the world – we’re bred to survive the worst of the worst, I don’t think we could survive anywhere else, we’re not meant to, I think we’re meant to stay in Gotham, whether we want it or not.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, I mean, look at Bruce – the guy could have an easy life, go wherever he wants, but he doesn’t, he can’t, he’s from Gotham, and he can’t leave it behind, like us, and he’s survived the worst of the worst; his parents, Joker, Riddler, Penguin, whatever villain you can think of in Gotham, Bruce has survived them – more than once. He couldn’t leave it behind if he wanted to.”

“Could you?” Jason asked her. Y/N frowned and thought for a moment, could she really leave Gotham? Her home? Gotham wasn’t the nicest of places to live, it was hell on earth in some sense, but she was born in that city, she grew up in that city, all she knew was that city, and it was hard, no doubt about it, but she found her purpose in it all – Y/N’s purpose was to help Jason and Bruce. She sat in the Batcave with Alfred and worked on the tech they used, checked CCTV and police radio and talked to them over coms. It was nice, and she knew that she couldn’t leave it behind, especially if that meant leaving the three men in her life who had become her family. Y/N never wanted to leave them, especially Jason.

“No, I don’t think I could,” Y/N shook her head, “you?”

“I think I’m meant to be in Gotham and fight crime with Bruce with the help from you and Alfred,” Jason said quietly, “I couldn’t leave. I don’t want to leave. Gotham… it’s more than a city… Gotham is my purpose.”

“I know what you mean,” Y/N smiled in reassurance. “I couldn’t leave what I do now, working with you, Alfred and Bruce… it means the world to me. I love it. If I had to do everything again, I’d do it all the same.”

“Me too,” Jason leaned across and brushed the hair out of Y/N’s eyes that had fallen in front of them “my life is better for knowing you.”

“And my life is better for knowing you,” Y/N said in a small voice before shifting closer. She looked at Jason with large eyes, silently asking him to kiss her, kiss her breathlessly, kiss her like she had never been kissed before. Jason’s hand moved to her cheek and he leaned in, catching her lips in his own, moving his hands, both of them, to her waist and pulling her close to him. Jason did exactly what Y/N asked of him. He kissed her. He kissed her breathlessly like she had never been kissed before. When they pulled apart, Jason let out a small little chuckle.

“Thought you said we were grown up enough to share a bed without something happening.”

“Well, I was wrong, weren’t I?”

“Definitely.”

“Regret it?”

“Not one bit. You?”

“God no, now make me yours, Jason Todd.”

[noeliareads]

haunted haus.

Haunted House  AU

Pairing: Mark Lee x female reader

Genre: comedy and a bit of angst

Warnings: If you don’t like clowns or scary things, just be careful (I don’t like them either)

It is mid October, your friends drag you to a haunted house, much to your dismay. You don’t mind them, they were a bit overrated this time of year. The problem? They left you alone after the first 5 minutes. Mark and his friends, Johnny and Doyoung went to the Haunted House as well. Mark being dragged along as his punishment for losing a bet. 

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“Yo, yo, yo.” Mark stuttered. “Johnny?” He asked, looking to his left. “Doyoung?” Looking to his right. 

Mark walked carefully thought the haunted house. His friends had left him alone, as per usual. He didn’t even want to go to the damn house. He had lost a bet against Johnny. Because of that, they drove an hour to go to the house in order to torture Mark. Now, Mark was alone. Just like the gif

“Fuck Dean!” You mutter angrily. “Fuck JJ!”  

You pulled your trench coat closer to your body as if it was going to protect you from the demons and monsters. “It’s just people w- MASKS!” You shriek as something pulled on your ankle. You speed walk to the next room. Cringing, from a thick, watery substance on the door handle. It was paint, red paint. Ugh.

Mark was about to shit his pants, literally. He was terrified. The hallway was dark, lights flickering slightly. Mist covered the floor and spikes adored the wall, spikes covered in what seemed like blood. Mark suddenly felt claustrophobic, walking sideways and occasionally rotating surveying his surroundings.

You were going around in circles, never finding the exit. The haunted house was an old abandoned mansion on the outskirts of town. Rumors were that the housekeeper murdered the whole family in order to marry the husband, whom she had a secret affair with. The husband managed to get away and crazed with bloodshed, she killed herself with child, damning the whole family line. The other story, the more believable one consisted in that this was the family countryside house and that the family never reclaimed the land, too immersed in their wealth. 

Walking into a hallway with flickering light, you hoped to finally find the exit. You thought you saw a figure coming your way but in here, it could be anything. The lights began to flicker at higher intensity, somehow making it seem darker and spookier than it already was and you could hear faintly, laughter, manic laughter. 

Mark saw Pennywise, Penny-fucking-Wise. As in the clown. Bone white face, dead eyes, a balding large head with puffy red-orange sideburns. Red lines coming from the edges of his mouth, going in a vertical line to his eyebrows. Mark did what anyone would do. Mark screamed, a high pitch scream. Sorta like the one when he and Johnny reacted to their part in Superhuman but frightened

“AH! OH MY GOD!” He screeched. He stumbled backwards and collided into something, someone. Both figures screamed. Pennywise’s face appeared once more causing Mark to jump and cling on to dear life to the person he bumped in to. 

This random person clinged onto you for dear life. His arms were around your neck and one of his legs was hooked up around your waist. I repeat. Hooked. Up. Around. Your. Waist. Well, what a compromising position. When the lights stopped flickering and the laughter faded, the guy lifted his head quickly. He saw you and immediately pulled away. Both of your faces heated up at the sudden realization that you were strangers and you just shared a very intimate but frightened hug?

“Shit.” You breathed out. Still spooked from the scare and the fact that the guy was attractive and a big scaredy cat. 

“Yoo I am soo sorry!” He said. He wiped invisible dust from your coat just a you noticed a big, red handprint on his beige coat. 

“Uh oh.” You whisper, eyes wide. He looks down and grimaces. 

“It’s ok.” Mark says, just as someone scares the shit out of him, again. 

“Sweet baby Jesus.” You wail as Mark clings to you again, breaking your eardrums in the process. 

Laughter echoed throughout the hallway as two other guys appeared in front of you. One of them couldn’t stop laughing. His laugh breathy and contagious. 

“Bro you should’ve seen your face!” The tall one exclaimed. The other guy beside him just smiled, amused. The boy, Mark, quickly let you go. You debated leaving the hallway...

“Yooo!” Mark whined, stomping his right foot on the ground. “What the fuck?!” 

The tall boy grabbed Mark’s shoulders and squeezed them. ‘It was fun.’ he said. Mark didn’t consider this fun. As soon as they arrived to the mansion they ran away leaving him alone!

“No it wasn’t!” You started walking backwards as they continued to argue. Just as you turned your back someone called you. 

“Oi!” You kept walking. “Murder girl!”

“Excuse me?” You said incredulously  as you walked back to where they were, hands on your hips. Not realizing you stained yourself as well. Tall boy just smiled. The one who bulldozed you looked at you with an apologetic look on his face. 

“Yeah, Mark here has a huge blood stain on his coat.” Ah, his name is Mark.   

“It’s not blood.” You roll your eyes. 

“Then what is it?” Tall one countered back. Mark quietly said ‘Johnny stop.’ You heard that. 

“There was red paint on a doorknob.” You simple say, not wanting to dive into more conversation. “Look.” I said'. “I'm sorry. I can pay for dry cleaning if that’s the issue.” Mark quickly intervened.

“Yo, no like it’s my fault anyway. I did touch you without your permission.” Mmm, gentleman.  “Anyways...” He said, staring at Johnny and the other whom you never caught the name of. “We should leave.” Just as he said that,  your phone started vibrating like crazy. 

Caller ID: Dean

“Where the fuck are you, Dean?” Dean laughed and just told you to go outside. “Outside my ass.” You mutter. How do I get out?

“Doyoung and I know how to leave.” Johnny piped in examining your perplexed features. You looked at all three boys and sighed. They were your only option. You waved your hands motioning them to lead the way. As you waved your way through the maze that was the haunted house, you unconsciously moved closer to Mark. He was walking a few steps behind Johnny and Doyoung, occasionally glancing at you. Ears burning red, whenever you caught him. 

Then. It happened. YOU WERE OUT. You ran out, relieved. You pushed the boys aside as you ran past them and flung yourself on the ground. “FRESH AIR!” You breathe out. You could hear the familiar snickering of a particular someone. You look up, eyes narrowing. 

“Dean.” You say, softly, deadly. Dean’s eyes widened as he stumbled back. He slowly took 2 steps back and started running. You were right on his tail. He couldn’t outrun you. Dean never exercised and you were on the track team in college. 

You didn’t notice how Mark and his friends followed you two with their gazes. 

“Mark.” Johnny said, nudging him. “You gotta get her number.”

“If you want it why don’t you ask for it.” He retorted. Johnny snickered. 

“It’s for you stupid.” Mark looked at the ground, his ears…. You know the drill, were red. 

You came back, barely panting with an annoyed Dean by your side. 

“Sorry, my best friend is dumb.” You say smiling. Johnny nudged Mark and Mark stepped on his large foot, discreetly. 

“We should get going.” Mark blurted out. Doyoung looked at him, confused. You just smile and nod. 

“We should too. But, before you go...” You grabbed your phone from your coat pocket and held it in front of Mark. “Can I have your number?”

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Yes my dudes. I will end it here! 

Hope you enjoyed it! 

I am currently VERY ill but I managed to finish it and probably will not go to class because I really don’t think my classmates would like me distracting them with my sneezing and blowing my nose….

@hunscatattoo (found one)

@kaffeinic (i miss u)

[marvelmymarvel]

Old Memories, Same Crush

Part 2/3

George Luz x Medic!Reader

Synopsis: You knew George Luz from Rhode Island where you both went to high school. You had a major crush on him, but being the nerd and him being the class clown made it seem impossible. You got over your crush once you joined the Airborne, but then you run into him again. Something blooms.

Warning: Sexual Harassment. Slight PTSD? My brother has it from the war so I’m familiar with it and its symptoms, but if you feel like its wrong please let me know. Her PTSD is more like bullying/harassment. If that makes you uncomfortable than I apologize. If you wish to read and this bothers you because of past experiences, please remember this: You are worthy and you did not deserve that harassment, there was no reason for it and no matter what people around you may think, you are the victim. Please speak up and never go silent. You’re worth more than silence. 

IMPORTANT A/N (PLEASE READ FIRST): Some characters will be portrayed as worse than they were in real life, these versions are not supposed to match the real-life people in the show so PLEASE imagine them as different people. I mean no disrespect.

Story 1: Old Memories, Same Crush (1, 2, 3)

Story 2: Tomorrow Is Another Day (1, 2, 3)

Story 3: TBD

September 5th, 1943; Train to Brooklyn Naval Shipyard: 20 Years Old

The train rumbled and you leaned your head against Eugene's shoulder as Nixon passed by, going straight to Winters. “I hope our friendship gets to be that strong Genie” you cooed out as you turned and nuzzled into his warm neck. 

This was you.

Cuddly, warm, happy, and you... You didn't like the ‘Scarlet O’Hara’ show that you put on for the men. After all, it made you feel worthless and easy, two things you were certainly not. Eugene stuck by you, but George didn't.

Your eyes traveled to a seat adjacent from you both to the brunette who silently read a book. You watched him as his eyes traveled across the page, his brain taking him to another world as he read about dragons and knights. He wished to be a knight, but he didn't know that he was your knight in shining armor. Sighing you looked back up at Eugene who looked at you knowingly before nodding over to the man, encouraging you to man up and talk to him. “No” you stated firmly before sitting up straight and crossing your arms like a child. “If you don't go Y/n I will drag you there” his normally sweet cajun accent threatened you causing your face to go pale. You knew not to mess with him, but you also knew you couldn't face George again. “Y/n” he growled lowly in your ear, causing your cheeks to heat up knowing there was no way out of this. “One”

“No” you whispered out shakily as you looked at Eugene in fear.

“Two”

“Genie please” you begged as you braced yourself.

“Three” his arms looped around your waist as he pulled you up with him before hauling you over and into the empty seat next to George. Your eyes went wide at your best friend but he turned around and laid down both seats so you couldn't return...

Bastard.

Turning back, your face was close to George’s making you inhale sharply and pull back. “Sorry” you muttered out sheepishly as you rubbed your bright red neck. The last time he had talked to you was in the bar when you and Babe made out. He had seen you at your worst and you didn't blame him for hating it, you hated it too. But when you tried to talk to him he would run out or ignore you. You didn't really know why he was so upset, but you didn't care.

“You’re sitting next to me now?? I thought Babe’s seat was open for you... Or any other man for that matter” he muttered out before turning his attention back to his book. Your heart shattered and you recoiled back into yourself, feeling ashamed for your behavior. George expected a witty comeback or a simple ‘Fuck you’, but neither came. He looked up from his book and saw you staring at your hands. Your face was blank but your eyes screamed sadness. “I’m sorry Y/n” he whispered out as he closed his book “I shouldn't have-” but your sniffle cut him off, “Save it... I know I’m nothing but a whore to you” you whimpered out before standing up and swiftly moving to the back of the train where Malarkey was. Eugene had moved his legs and looked at you softly but you just walked past him, not in the mood for these stupid games. Eugene’s eyes trailed to George who looked back at him in despair. Eugene stood and menacingly hovered over George who was still sitting. “I’m gonna talk... And you’re gonna listen... Is that understood?” Eugene snarled out as his fingers gripped the back of the seats. George nodded sheepishly before Eugene plopped down angrily. If George wouldn’t listen to you.

He’d have to listen to the Cajun.

September 6th, 1943; Brooklyn Naval Shipyard: 20 Years Old

You were walking through the ship, looking for an open bed by Easy Company when a hand grabbed you and pulled you to sit down. You let out a yelp but two strong arms caught you, allowing your body to make a soft landing on the bed and the person. “Hi babe, we can share a bed” the strange man purred out as he bopped your nose with his dirty finger. The men around him, who you soon realized where from Dog company, laughed and catcalled the man as he grabbed your butt roughly. “Ugh” you groaned out disgustedly as you tried to push from him but he only grabbed harder. “Come on baby, you gotta help a man out, I haven't seen tits in 2 years.” He joked out as he grabbed the top of your shirt, trying to rip it open with his one hand. “LET ME GO YOU PRICK” you screamed out as you pushed with both hands against his chest but it was no use. At this point, some of the men in Easy a couple rows down heard the commotion causing them to stir as no one touched their girl.

A strong arm wrapped around you and hauled you off the man. Just from the tight hold and the scent of the man, you knew who it was. “Hey, why don't you get your nasty paws off her before I slam a fist down your throat” Don snarled out as he held you tightly to his side, fearful that you were gonna vanish if not. Your cheeks heated up as some of Dog company laughed at the fact that part of your shirt was open. You ducked your reddened face and began to button up the shirt before hiding your face in Don’s shoulder. “Sorry man didn't think she was yours” the man joked as he reached out to pinch your cheek. Don slapped his hand away before pushing you towards some Easy men who had come as backup. The force of the shove caused you to go flying as you tripped on a pair of shoes. Lieb caught you and helped you straighten up as he smoothed your hair down and pushed you towards the safety of the Easy men area. Like an assembly line, you were passed from one man to another as they wanted to help Don beat up the man that harassed you. 

You were finally placed on a bed beside Muck as you heard the fight begin breaking up thanks to the Lieutenants. Don came back with a bloody nose and you scrambled up to asses him as he looked at you with a big smile. You shoved him down on the bed you were just sitting on and lifted his chin to examine the broken bones, “You didn't have to fight him Don” you muttered out as you opened your bag, searching for something to help set it in place. Raising your head back up he was suddenly closer to you. Muck had left and the men went back to their respective bunks, all feeling proud that they beat the twerp to a pulp. “No one touches you” he whispered out as his finger ran down your face, his knuckles were bloody but you knew it wasn't his. You gulped as your heart skipped a beat but you nodded and grabbed his chin to help his nose. What he did for you as a friend meant so much... But it felt more than as a friend.

And you kinda liked it.

May 18th, 1943; Aldbourne, England: 20 Years Old

Sobel came storming into the barracks, screaming for everyone to get ready for PT, everyone except for you. “Y/n!” he screamed out, causing you to freeze up in fear. Flashbacks of your past experiences with bullying have taught you to just take it, take the harassment and pray that it's over soon. Now that you were in the Airborne, you had to learn to stand up for yourself yet you always found out that it was easier said than done. “Yes sir” you stated firmly as you turned on your heels and straightened up in front of him, the fear was hidden well. Something you learned in training.

He stayed silent as the door closed, leaving you two alone in the quiet barrack. You didn't think anything of it until Sobel came to you in two long strides, making you stumble back into the wall behind you. The shock was written on your face as he grabbed your braid before inhaling it deeply through his nose. Goosebumps raised along your arms and you froze, not sure what to do in this situation. “I’ve seen you eyeing me Private... Did you really think I wouldn’t notice your wants?” he purred in your ear as his lips traveled to your neck before kissing it softly. Your breathing had stopped altogether at this point and you were sure he would get the hint.

But he didn't.

His hands traveled down your sides before resting on your hips as his lips attacked your throat. “Please stop” you finally mustered out as his hands gripped your hips tightly before he ripped them up towards his. “I know you want this Private... Wanted it for a very long time” he muttered out as he pulled his head up to lean against yours. You cringed back a little, hoping to put some distance, any distance, between you two. You shook your head violently as tears fell, “No, Captain, I-I never wanted this” you whimpered out but he just shushed you by slamming his lips against yours. His hands traveled up under your jacket and you just stood there, eyes wide open as he felt you up. After seconds of this, your fight or flight finally kicked in. Shoving your knee up, they slammed into his groin causing him to groan and stumble back. You grabbed his face before slamming the knee into it, knocking him out fully. 

You stood there looking down at him shakily as tears flowed from your eyes. You had to tell someone, Sobel had always made passes at you, but never this. Your feet carried you to the one person you knew you could trust.

The Colonel.

“Did he hurt you?” The Sink started right after you got done crying. The poor secretaries had to scramble to find you more tissues, considering you couldn't stop crying from the fear. Your eyes lifted to him, silently pleading with him to believe you. “He didn't get the chance Colonel” you whimpered out as a hiccup escaped your throat. The secretary flew in with some more tissues and you thanked him with a weak smile before he flew out again. “I’m proud of you Y/n...” he stated before nodding his head as he grabbed his cigar and stood up fully. The chair that you sat in felt welcoming and for once, you felt safe. You didn't know if that was thanks to the Colonel being nothing but a father to you, or that he was listening and obviously cared about the situation. But you were wrong. He didn't just care about the situation.

He cared about you as well.

Ever since he got word of the incident on the ship to England, he kept a close eye on you, praying that nothing else would harm you. You signed up for war. Not harassment and he was very disappointed in his men. Which is why the man who harassed you on the boat was sent back to America, and why he was going to do his next couple of actions. He squatted down in front of you before grabbing your trembling hand in his large, old ones. The wrinkles and warmth made you feel at home and his soft face made you calm down almost immediately. You weren't sure if he would take you seriously, but you reminded him so much of his own daughters that were safe at home. 

“I’ll take care of him Y/n... You will not have to worry about him anymore and if anything like this happens again, you promise you will come to me? I will not tolerate harassment...” he trailed off as he rubbed a loving circle on the back of your hand. You nodded as you fought back tears once more, thankfully the tears were happy instead of fear. “Now I want you to go find Winters or Nixon and stick by one of them... By morning Sobel will be gone, but I need you to be safe until then... Understood?” he continued and you nodded once more. He stood up and helped you stand as well. He grabbed your shoulder and gave it a tight squeeze.

“You’re strong... Don't let some idiotic man change that” he stated finally before motioning to the man at the door who then opened it for you. “Go with her and place her with Nixon or Winters and make sure they know she is not to leave their sights... Then go find Sobel and bring him here...” Sink instructed as the secretary grabbed you softly around the arm. “Yes sir” he started before he turned back to you and encouraged you to come with him. You didn't know what Sink was going to do to Sobel.

But you didn't care.

You and the secretary found Nixon who was going over plans in his office. Knocking on the door, you could see Nixon pouring a glass of whiskey before he called out for you two to come in. His eyes flicked up and he set his whiskey down swiftly the second he saw your bloodshot eyes. “My God... What the hell happened to you? Are you hurt? Who hurt you??” Nix muttered out as he rounded the desk and cupped your cheeks in his hands, observing you for any wounds or bruises that could answer his question. The secretary cleared his throat, causing Nix to stop and look at him as he motioned with his head to the hallway. Nixon nodded before wrapping an arm around you and guiding you to a seat “Alright sweets, I’m gonna be right back but you just stay right here alright? I’ll be right outside if you need me” he whispered before squeezing your shoulder as you sat down. The door closed behind you softly, signaling that they were both out in the hallway and that Nix was about to hear the story for hopefully the last time. 

You just wanted it to be over. 

‘Soon’ you reminded yourself. Soon you’d be free from that man.

May 19th, 1943; Aldbourne, England: 20 Years Old

You watched Sobel leave from where you and Nix sat on the grass. Having to spend the day with the grumpy Lieutenant was actually quite enjoyable. Not only did he make you feel safe, but he made you feel okay. He took a drag of his cigarette as he watched Sobel intently while your attention was fully on the Lieutenant beside you. His lips wrapped around the cigarette and your mouth began to water, you didn't know if it was the cigarette or his lips that made you hungry.

But you wanted to find out.

Reaching up, you grabbed the cigarette from his pink lips. “Hey princess that's mine” he grumbled but didn't make a move to stop you as you took a drag from it. Smoke filled your lungs as you laid back onto the grass, an airy giggle rising up and out of your throat as you looked at the white puffy clouds above you. Letting the smoke come out, you turned your head to look at Lew who was smiling softly down at you. You should be sad and scared still, but he made you feel so safe. Sure he could be hard to get along with, but through this whole thing, he was nothing but kind and understanding. Your eyes looked at his lips while his eyes stayed strictly on yours. He didn't want you to feel like a piece of meat, something a man could take without asking. You were more than that. 

He wondered if he could show you that. 

“You know you’re a special girl right?” he whispered out as he grabbed the cigarette from your lips, letting his fingers brush against the skin of your face made your body ignite. “I’ve been told” you stated simply as you sat back up, watching him take a drag from the now red-stained cigarette. “Are you wearing lipstick??” He grumbled out as he pulled it back and exhaled the smoke. You cackled at his bright red lips before shoving him and grabbing it again. “Guess its mine” you whispered out playfully as you stood up and began sprinting away from him.

He chased after your giggling form but his face froze as he noticed where you were running. “Y/N!” he screamed out but you just giggled and turned back to face where you were going. You inhaled sharply as your body collided with Sobel’s, causing you two to slam onto the ground. The cigarette flew across the gravel and your courage went with it. You scrambled to your feet and your heart began to beat faster at the glare he shot you, “You better watch yourself...” he snarled out before standing up and straightening his hat that was knocked partially off of his head from the impact.

“She won't have to” You heard a deep voice call out from behind you as you were grabbed by the wrist and pulled behind the person. You expected Lew, but turning you saw that he was stopped in his tracks, not expecting this side of...

“Lieutenant Winters” you started as you grabbed his arm softly but you saw his head shake, signaling for you to be silent. “You will not harm anyone in my company again... Seeing you leave is a relief, not only for me but for my company. Have a great rest of your life” Dick snarled out before saluting him and turning towards you, grabbing your bicep he pulled you back over to Lew who was in total shock of the situation. He had never seen his best friend lose his cool before, but when it came down to you and your safety, any saint lost their cool. “You were supposed to keep watch of her Lew” Dick snarled out as he let you go. There wasn't a word for how upset he was at the whole situation so you being that close to Sobel made the anger 10x worse. “It was my fault Lieutenant... I ran away from him, please do not blame him” you pleaded as you grabbed Dicks arm once again before stepping in between the men as a sort of shield. You had grown to like Lew...

But he didn't hold your heart like another did. 

Granted, the two men you were in between both took your breath away. They were both gorgeous, tall, and protective... But they were missing something. Your eyes landed on someone across the way and you looked back at Winters, “May I be excused, sir? Sobel is gone and I wish to speak to someone...” you muttered out before stepping back and giving you space from the two men. You were foolish, trying to fall for these two men when you knew only one had your heart.

And it was neither of them.

It wasn't Malarkey who saved you from Dog company, it wasn't Liebgott who caught you before you fell, it wasn’t Muck who made you feel safe, it wasn't Nixon who made sure you slept soundly beside him and it wasn’t Winters who protected you from an upset Sobel.

It was Luz. George Luz.

“Permission granted Private. You know where to find me or Nixon if something comes up... Please be safe” Winters muttered out before squeezing your bicep and pushing you away from the two men who were about to argue it out like children. You weren’t going to stay for it though, you thought as your strides got longer and faster as you ran towards the one person who was on your mind. The one you loved.

The only one you loved. 

“Luz” you exclaimed out breathlessly as you grabbed his wrist, causing him to stop in the group of men who now looked at you both expectantly. Eugene gave you a smile when you looked at him, encouraging you to finally do this. Looking back at the brunette, you took a deep breath.

“I lied...” you whispered out before looking around at the other men who hadn’t gotten the hint that you two needed privacy. Luz looked at you blankly, he had heard what had happened to you and he was trying very hard not to punch somebody. You looked back at him before shaking your head and lurching forward. Cupping his cheeks in your hands, you slammed your lips against his. The men got the hint and swiftly moved away from the situation as Luz grabbed you firmly by the waist. Kissing you harder, he felt the anger melt away, finally understanding everything...

Or so he thought.

Pulling back you rested your head against his, building up the new courage to tell him the truth once and for all. 

“I’m her... I’m Y/n”

And just like that, he was lost again. 

End A/N: The final part will be posted tonight as well as Mama and Her Babies

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[ 365 Days of SasuHina || Day One Hundred Thirty-Eight: Hopelessly Romantic ] [ Uchiha Sasuke, Hyūga Hinata, Haruno Sakura, Uzumaki Naruto ] [ SasuHina, NaruSaku ] [ Verse: Best Years of Your Life ] [ AO3 Link ]

At first glance, Hinata has never seemed much like the other girls. Those like Ino and Sakura of her year have always been so brazen, loud, forward...but little Hinata is the quiet wallflower. While they have little more to talk about than the latest gossip about boys, Hinata never seems to partake.

This would lead some to assume that she’s simply never had any interest in such topics. Too shy, too reserved to fall to fawning over whatever pretty boy her school is on about that week.

But they’d be dead wrong.

Hinata, as it turns out...is hopelessly romantic. Just...in ways variant from her classmates. While they giggle and swoon, offer gifts and confessions, she’s always been a quiet thinker of her crush.

And what a crush it’s been, ever since she was small: Naruto. A class clown when they were young. Always causing trouble, making a ruckus, picking scraps with the other boys. But where most saw disruption and delinquency, she saw something else.

Confidence. Bravery. Freedom.

Naruto never shied from who or what he was. Never let words or actions get to him...but also fought against whatever he found unjust. Sure, most would call him a hooligan for such actions, but secretly - silently - Hinata has always admired him for it.

She wishes she could be so bold, so striking.

...but it’s just not her nature.

So, instead, she quietly reminisces about what she hopes for, but realizes will likely never be. Now that they’re in high school, their growth spurts slowing, Naruto’s become a stocky jock: beloved for his skills in all things physical. Football, basketball, baseball...he plays them all. Even those like Sakura - who had rejected him in the past - can’t help but admit...he’s grown into himself. Sure, he’s still a goofball. Still gets into scrapes. But he’s not the scrawny little anklebiter he was then.

Now...now he’s one of those boys the girls all gossip about.

That just leaves Hinata to her daydreams and drawing of hearts along the margins of her notebooks.

What would she give to be so brave...as to tell him how she feels. How she’s felt for so long…!

But Naruto has eyes for Sakura: captain of the volleyball team, cheerleaders, and the track and field team. Athletic, slim, strong...and pretty.

Nothing like Hinata. She’s been on the volleyball team all through high school, but she’s still short. Still soft. She could never dare to wear those short skirts, or do those fancy drills. And goodness knows she’s not a runner or a jumper.

There’s nothing about her Naruto will ever notice.

Nothing at all.

Elbow atop her desk and chin cradled in a palm, a pencil absentmindedly doodles as their last class of the day slowly drifts by. Spring break is coming up soon, and as usual, she has no plans. Several of her classmates are heading to the coast, but...she doesn’t want to go. Being seen in a bathing suit would leave her mortified - between her curvy build and her prudish nature, she’d rather just...stay home.

But that doesn’t mean a few people haven’t tried convincing her.

“Aw, c’mon! It’ll be fun!”

“We’re gonna have big bonfires every night!”

“And we can play volleyball in the sand! Real sand!”

“And watch all the boys in their suits…!”

She’d given a sheepish smile at the girls, insisting she had too much to do at home to spend the whole week off out of town.

Despite all her daydreaming, it wasn’t going to play out like she’d pictured in her mind: meeting Naruto under the moon on the beach. Him asking what she’s doing out so late. Her replying her mind’s restless. They stroll along, talk...and then he -

“What about you, Sasuke? You two are the only two sticks in the mud!” Sakura cuts in, hands on her hips.

“My brother’s coming home from college.”

“Ugh, so? He’ll also be back all Summer, right? You can see him then - come onnn. It’s just a week!”

The Uchiha just scowls. “So you can pester me for an extra seven days when I’d normally be free of you?”

“Hey, I’ve got other things to do!”

“More like other people,” he mutters under his breath.

“You both need to get out and do something fun! Hinata, you’re always giving excuses when we try to bring you somewhere!” Sakura insists.

“Yeah, you too, Sasuke!” Naruto, sitting nearby, gives his friend a friendly punch in the shoulder. “You can get some sun on that pasty skin, eh?”

Glaring half-heartedly and rubbing his arm, Sasuke sighs curtly. “Ever think those excuses were a hint?”

“Sakura n’ I’ll drag you guys there!”

“How inviting.”

“Okay, f-fine!” Hinata suddenly blurts, tired of the back and forth. “I’ll...I’ll go!”

Everyone stares...then looks to Sasuke.

Looking disappointed she gave in, he groans. “...fine.”

She’s going to regret this...isn’t she?

Several people decide to carpool, meeting at the school parking lot the Saturday break begins. Somehow, Hiashi agrees to let Hinata go. Muttering something about “senior year” and “practically an adult”, he grants her leave without any fuss.

...a miracle, really.

All packed, Hinata has Neji drive her down, agreeing to ride with most of the girls in Sakura’s car. It’s a few hours’ drive to the beach and hotel they’ll be staying at. Thankfully, she ends up in a rear window seat, headphones on and mostly just dozing as they drive.

When they arrive, she has to admit...part of her is glad to be here. The weather is perfect, sunlight glittering across the ocean as it shifts and shimmers.

They all check in, Hinata in a room with Ino and Sakura. Despite the day being half over, they insist on dressing down to suits and hitting the water.

Hinata...disagrees.

“What?! You’ve gotta come!”

“I...I don’t have a suit…”

“How could you not bring a suit to the beach?!”

She doesn’t have a reason, just fiddling her fingers.

The rosette rolls her eyes. “Ugh, fine...at least come walk in the sand or something?”

“...okay.”

Most of their class has the same idea, most donning shorts, bikinis, or one-pieces as they wade into the water. A few linger on towels under umbrellas, some tanning in the afternoon sun.

Hinata tucks under a parasol, knees to her chest as she watches them. She’s donned a pair of shorts and a tanktop under a net-like long sleeve overshirt. Even that feels too exposing. Arms folded atop her legs, her chin rests on a forearm, eyes flickering over the beach.

Right in the center, Naruto’s tossing Sakura into the water with a squeal, the pair of them breaking into a water fight that ends with him scooping her back up.

And then, they’re...kissing…

The bottom of Hinata’s stomach drops like a cut elevator. A strange numbness seems to overtake her body.

...she knew. She knew, and yet she’d hoped against hope…!

On a strange autopilot, she abandons her seat and starts walking, turning her back on the sun and sand.

Nearby, dark eyes glance to watch her go.

The hotel grounds also have pools, gardens, and recreation areas. Hinata just...wanders among them, not sure what she feels. What she should feel. All her daydreams are officially a moot point...not that she ever truly believed them in the first place. Still...the sting of a broken heart doesn’t follow logic.

That’s the flaw.

Eventually she tucks herself atop a bench in a shady garden of trees and flowers, framed out by a little gazebo.

...she wants to just...go home. But her ride isn’t about to humor her. And she can’t call on Neji and ruin his evening to come get her.

Expression slowly crumbling, she tucks into her knees, shaking quietly.

“...here.”

Looking up with a gasp, her tear-stained face beholds none other than Sasuke. A hand extends a cold bottle of lemonade, his expression unreadable.

Immediately mortified at being seen like this, Hinata does her best to wipe at her eyes. “I...I-I’m f-fine…”

“You should keep hydrated. The heat’s deceptive.”

He nudges her knee with the bottle, not giving in until she takes it. Then he just...plops himself beside her, not reacting as she shimmies nervously away.

“W...what do you want?”

“Nothing. Just checking on you. Saw you get up and leave, you looked upset. Not hard to guess why.”

Her brow furrows.

“...everyone knows, Hinata. It’s...been pretty obvious.”

...oh. Looking to her knees, Hinata considers her bottle before popping it open and sipping sullenly.

“...for what it’s worth...I’m sorry.”

‘It’s n-not your fault.”

“No, but it still fucking sucks.”

She shoots him a look at his language, but he ignores it.

“Look...I’m not an expert at this stuff. But...you can do better. Naruto’s a nice guy, sure. But he’s a meathead. You’re a lot brainier than he is. You shouldn’t settle on someone who can’t even keep up with you.”

“That d-doesn’t matter to me. I don’t care if a person is...is smart or not. He’s kind, and...brave.” She tucks into herself, then whispers, “...I wish I was like him.”

“Naruto’s ninety percent bravado, Hinata. He adapted it. Had to. What you see isn’t all he is.”

“I k-know that. No one is. But…”

“I get it. I do. I used to be jealous of how easily he shrugged things off.” Leaning forward, Sasuke braces forearms atop his knees, watching the sun set over the distant water. “...but things do get to him. He just pretends they don’t. You can fake it til you make it...but until then? It still hurts. We all just...deal with it differently.” He gives her a glance. “...just like now. You’ll deal with it in time. For now, though...it hurts.”

Side eyeing him, Hinata asks, “...have you ever...ever had someone do this to you…?”

“No. Never liked anyone like that. Never really been my...style.”

“...then how do you know what it’s like?”

“I don’t. Not from personal experience. But I can still observe. I’ve seen Sakura break Naruto’s heart more times than I can count. And now he’s got what he wants. Or...what he thinks he wants.”

Hinata can’t help but find herself a little jealous. He’s never liked anyone? Never been consumed by daydreams and wishing and wondering? Never had that ripped out from under him?

...she finds it a little hard to believe.

“...why did you r-really come out here?”

“I told you why.”

“But why would you care? We’re...we’re not friends.”

“...no. But we could be. You and I have our similarities. Maybe that means we’d make okay friends.”

Her brow still furrows. “...I’m fine, Sasuke. You...you can go back now. I just...need some time alone.”

“You sure?”

Well…

“I’ve got about as much reason to go back as you do. I’d rather not see...that,” Sasuke replies. “So to be perfectly honest, here’s just fine with me. If...you don’t mind the company.”

“...that’s fine.”

They linger in their postures as the sun goes down, Hinata still sipping her lemonade. She feels like she should be crying more, but...she can’t bring herself to do it in front of Sasuke. That would be...weird.

Instead, she just feels a strange numbness. How is she supposed to go spend the evening and night in the same room as Sakura, knowing she’s taken all her hopes and dreams?

Wore out, she heave a sigh and just...collapses her shoulder against Sasuke’s.

He gives her a glance...but doesn’t object.

Maybe they’ll just...stay out here a little longer.

     This...got a lot longer than usual, and honestly it could have been a lot longer still, but...it's late, as usual, lol      Poor Hinata, losing what she's been hoping for. But, Sasuke has a point...maybe Naruto's not all Hinata's built him up to be. Daydreams are just that, after all: dreams. Rarely based in reality.      ...I'd say more but honestly my mind is mush - time for bed! Thanks for reading~

[roonil-wazlib-at-221b]

Tech Ed Sucks

Stranger Things Fic

Request: Hii! 1st time requesting something, I hope it’s okay! Could you write a Will/Reader where she finds something in common w/ Mike and it seems like she enjoys spending time with him more than she does with Will, and when he tries to confront her, she says he’s being ridiculous and there’s no reason for him to be paranoid, and she doesn’t realise it hurt his feelings, so he talks to Eleven and she’s in the same boat, and they do pretty much what Mike and Reader are doing, so that they both realise (anonymous)

So you didn’t finish the request, anon, but I think I went where you were going. Hope you like it!

Pairing: Will Byers x Reader

“Hey, Y/N, these are my friends,” Will introduces, motioning to the group of people sitting at his lunch group. You’ve seen them all in different situations, but never together; that redheaded girl always skateboards around and the boy with the dark curly hair and dorkish sweater has had to fix problems teachers have had with technology more than a few times. They’ve all been a little too intimidating for you to approach on your own; like you’d said, the redhead is a skateboarder, and the curly-dark-haired boy and the curly-haired girl you can only assume is his girlfriend are literally never apart, and you don’t want to intrude on that. Not to mention the boy with the wild but light curls always looks to be joking around with everyone and popular. The last boy, the dark-skinned one, plays basketball, which means he is automatically cool.

So, really, you feel like the only approachable one is Will. He’s in your art class and pretty quiet. You’ve never even see him with these people, so it’s a coincidence that he’s friends with them. Pretty close friends, too, if he’s leaving his art friends to sit with them and everyone else is leaving their own friends to sit here. You know for a fact that the dark-haired boy always has an invitation to sit with the basketball guys, and to turn down an invitation with them takes guts.

So it’s a bit intimidating for you, the new girl at the school for the past five months, to sit down at this table of clearly very close friends when every other day at lunch you’ve been eating in the library despite it being against the rules. You just hide your food when the librarian’s watching; it’s easy.

“Guys, this is Y/N,” he continues. “My…”

You tense. You and Will are definitely something. Neither of you are for sure about what you are, but there’s definitely feelings that are reciprocated. Now what those feelings are you have to figure out.

“Hey!” the curly-light-haired boy says, extending his hand. “I’m Dustin. You’re in my science and P.E., right?”

“That sounds right,” you say, shaking his hand (seriously, what kid shakes hands?). He’s got a good, firm grip, though, even if his hands are slightly sweaty. You try to discreetly wipe your hands on your pants under the table after you sit down. “You’re the class clown, right?”

The dark-skinned boy and the redheaded girl offer small chuckles.

“I’m Mike,” the boy with the dark curls says, offering you a smile that that doesn’t show teeth and a small wave. “This is El.” He nudges the girl you’d assumed to be his girlfriend with his elbow and she offers you another smile without teeth. She doesn’t wave, though, or echo the greeting.

Did you do something to offend her? Then again, you’re pretty sure she’s just like that; you’ve noticed that Mike’s practically her voice during class and nobody’s batted an eye. Maybe she’s deaf.

“I’m Max,” the redhead says, waving at you with her sandwich. A few crumbs land in Dustin’s hair and he groans at her. “That’s Lucas.” She jerks a bit and Lucas groans and clutches his leg. She’d obviously kicked him under the table. “So how do you know Will?”

“We’re in the same art and history class,” you respond, taking a bite out of your own sandwich. Plus, you’ve met at the arcade more than a few times. And at Benny’s...

“Hey, you’re in my Tech Ed class, right?” Mike asks, staring at you and squinting like he’s just trying to place you.

“I think so?” You shrug. “Probably. You looked sorta familiar, so that might be it.”

“What do you think about Mr. Short?”

You make a face and immediately regret it. What if he likes Mr. Short?

To your relief, Mike laughs and gestures at you. “I know, right?”

“He doesn’t explain a thing!” you exclaim. “And I’m pretty sure he doesn’t even know how to use a computer!”

“I know more about that class than he does!” Mike responds excitedly.

Will and Eleven lock eyes as you and Mike talk in increasingly loud voices, as if you’ve forgotten the rest of the table is even there. When El puts her hand on Mike’s knee, he doesn’t even notice, and you’re talking so loudly you don’t even hear the bell ring for the end of lunch.

“Talk to you later, Mike!” you say, waving over your shoulder at him as you walk away. When you turn around, you hug your books to your chest and grin at Will. “Wow, Mike’s really nice!”

Will sighs and turns the volume up on the TV once more. Eleven sits next to him, trying to watch the show, but you and Mike aren’t making it easy. Will swears he hears you say ‘Mr. Short’ five times in less than as many minutes.

Will hadn’t intended for it to be only you four. That would make it seem too much like a double date and he is not dating you. He has no idea what you feel about him. Honestly, at this point it sort of feels like you’re more interested in Mike than you are him, and if Will didn’t know any better, he’d say Mike’s interested back.

Unfortunately, Max and Lucas were off doing their own thing (both vehemently insisted it wasn’t a date, but why else would they be going to a diner just the two of them on a Friday night?) and Dustin had to take his mom’s cat to the vet.

So the moment you and Mike arrived, you were talking about your one (one! Will shares two classes with you and so does Dustin!) tech ed and your infuriating teacher and the latest unclear homework he assigned.

Will had even told you that it sort of felt like you were interested in Mike. You’d brushed him off, which made him think that, maybe, you might be interested in Mike. You’d just said that he was being crazy, which was sort of rude, now Will thinks about it. Whenever he brings up concerns like that to Jonathan and his friends they listen to him.

Well, except Mike now. He’d also told Will that he was practically crazy for thinking he may have feelings for you despite the fact that he’d brought El here and has barely said a word to her. Besides, Will has it on good authority that Mike didn’t sneak over to the cabin on last Saturday night even though he always does. El had acknowledged that the Chief had been sending Mike dirty looks recently, so he might not have wanted to risk it, but why wouldn’t he have just told El?

Will’s not sure if Mike was with you Saturday night. He doesn’t want to think about it. He’d liked you. You’re smart and sweet and a really good artist. To be honest, he’d expected you and El to hit it off more than you and Mike; she wants to learn how to draw and you seem like someone that’d be willing to teach her. Now it may have something to do with the way El thinks you’re stealing her boyfriend, but she sort of hates your guts. Not that anyone can tell; she’s been ignoring you, which is par for the course when El��s at school. She loosens up a little bit at the cabin, Mike’s house, and Will’s house, but she’s still super duper quiet.

Will notices El’s hand clenching. She’s staring at you and Mike again. He puts his hand on her fist. You still don’t know about her powers and he doesn’t need El hurting you with them just because she thinks you’re making moves on her boyfriend. “Hey,” he says softly. “It’s okay. I talked to Y/N.”

El just blinks at him, which he takes as a cue to keep talking. Mike’s the best at reading El’s little cues, but given the amount of time she spends over at Will’s house while his mom and the Chief ‘hang out’, he’s gotten pretty good at it too. “She said they’re just friends.”

El shakes her head. It doesn’t look that way.

“I know,” Will says softly. “Hey, do you want to draw?”

She nods.

“But we’ve gotta trust them, right?” he continues, handing her a piece of paper and a crayon. At this point, most of El’s drawings look like children’s drawings, but he tries to be as encouraging as possible. After all, she is a superhero that saved his life, and she’s also emotionally fragile. He also can’t help but think of her like a sister. She’ll be his stepsister soon enough anyway; the Chief asked Jonathan if he could ask Joyce to marry him and Jonathan told Will.

He said yes. Will thinks.

“A relationship without trust isn’t a relationship.”

“You and Y/N?”

Will shakes his head and exhales. “I wish. I don’t know, though.” So he’s a hypocrite. So he doesn’t trust that you and Mike are ‘just friends’. It’s still good to set a good example, especially for such an impressionable young girl. “I’m just trying to work up my courage, you know?”

You have hung out with Will without Mike. You have. And Will’s pretty sure you’re acting normally when it’s just you and him. And, really, if he’s going to get into a relationship, he doesn’t want it to be like his mother’s marriage; he wants to be able to trust his partner. He also doesn’t want his partner to act like they prefer someone else’s presence over his all the time. Some of the time, sure. Will can understand if you’d rather hang out with Max while you’re talking about sports, or (if you were close to El; he’s sure you will be once El stops thinking you’re making moves on Mike) El if you want to talk about fashion. El likes fashion.

But not all the time.

Eventually you have to leave and Mike immediately comes to sit between Will and El, asking her what she’s drawing, and the purposeful way he sits between them starts to give Will an idea.

“So what do you think?”

“Yuck,” El says without looking up from the rainbow she’s coloring. Her nose crinkles. “I like Mike.”

“Yes, I know you like Mike,” Will says, bouncing his leg anxiously. “And I know you don’t like me.”

“I do!” she insists. “Just… not the same.”

“Yeah, that’s what I meant,” Will clarifies. “You like me like a friend or like a brother, right? And you like Mike as a boyfriend. And I like you as a friend or a sister, and I like Y/N as a girlfriend.” He hunches down over the table to continue coloring so El doesn’t think he’s too invested in this conversation. He really wants to try the experiment and get to the bottom of the drama, but El might not want to do it if she thinks he’s being too demanding of her. She doesn’t like to do things that aren’t choices. And he totally understands! It’s because of those assholes in the lab, but right now he really needs her to say yes. Will picks up the blue crayon for the robes of the wizard he’s drawing. Normally he hates crayons and prefers colored pencils, but El likes pencils and also feels insecure about all her differences from the other kids. Sometimes it’s nice to let go a little bit and draw with colored wax. It doesn’t look as bad making a mistake as it would if he was using a colored pencil. “But if we just pretend for, like, a day or so, then we can see if Mike still likes you like a girlfriend.”

He hears a massive sniff and looks up with alarm. Tears are already pouring down her face and cascading onto the drawing of her rainbow. Will drops the blue crayon. “El! Wait! How’d you start crying so fast? Wait, El, that’s not what I meant—” He practically throws himself around the table to hug her. “El, that’s not what I meant at all. I’m so sorry.” He looks up nervously at the sound of a car passing. If the Chief comes home and sees his daughter sobbing, Will’s gonna get murdered. “What I meant was I want to know if Y/N thinks of me as a boyfriend. Mike obviously thinks about you like a girlfriend. Didn’t he sneak out last night to come see you?”

El sniffs and wipes her nose with her sleeve, nodding. “Came to my window.”

“And it was cold last night, right? And Mike’s house is pretty far away. Plus, it was a school night,” Will points out. God, his friend is so whipped. Too bad El’s too insecure to see that. “Mike wouldn’t just do that for any of his friends.”

Wait. But Mike would do that for any of his friends. That’s just the kind of person that he is. Will curses internally and hopes El won’t think about that, but the look she gives him let him know that she knows that.

“What if Mike doesn’t want to go to the Snow Ball with me?” she wails, starting to cry harder, and Will’s at a loss. He knows that Mike and El mean a lot to each other. He honestly can’t see Mike ever leaving El, let alone for a girl he’s known for around a month. Honestly, Will’s just worried about you.

“It’s fine, it’s fine,” he says hurriedly. “We don’t have to pretend to like each other. I’m sorry I brought it up. Mike definitely likes you. Do you want me to get Mike? I can get Mike.” Mike always knows what to do when El’s crying.

El shakes her head, hiccuping. “Mike doesn’t like me anymore. Mike won’t help me.”

“Oh, no, El,” Will soothes, rubbing her back. “Mike does like you, I promise.”

“I don’t like Y/N!” she bursts out, clenching her fists and banging them on the table. Well, angry El is better than crying El. It’s something, at least. At least, it would be, if the crayon she’d been using to draw wasn’t hovering over the table. It’s a sign that El’s losing a teensy bit of control over her powers.

Now, Will’s got a good imagination. It’s not as good as Mike’s, obviously; Mike’s the best Dungeon Master anyone could ask for. But Will’s still got a good imagination, and right now Will’s imaging Eleven using that crayon to stab you.

“El, I just really like Y/N,” Will pleads. “This would help out a lot.”

“I’ll do it,” El says suddenly. The crayon snaps in two and falls onto the table. Will flinches. “Not too much. But…” She rolls her eyes. “To help you.”

Will grins and has to stop himself from pumping his hand into the air, crowing.

You notice when Will doesn’t greet you in the morning. He’s too deeply engrossed in conversation with El. They’re both standing by Mike’s locker, obviously waiting for him to get here.

“Hey, guys!” you greet happily, walking over to them. Your stomach flips a little bit, just like it always does when you see Will, and you hope he doesn’t notice the way your grin widens when you make eye contact with him. “What are you doing?”

“We were… just talking,” Will says, motioning between him and El. She stands on her tiptoes and whispers something into Will’s ear and his face breaks out into a wide grin. “What?” He looks at El in a way that makes your stomach churn. It’s intimate in a way and shares many more words than a mere sentence.

The smile drops off your face. Shit. Fuck. He’s moved on from you and you two weren’t even a thing. Worst thing is, he’s moved on to El, and you know how much Mike likes El. He barely stops talking about her!

“Hey, Will,” Mike greets behind you. His smile looks a little forced as he glances around. “Hey, have you seen El?”

Will shrugs and points in the direction she left. “She went that way. She probably saw Lucas or Dustin.”

Mike nods, giving Will a look you’ve never seen before, and he stalks off without even getting his books from his locker.

“Y/N, do you want to get dinner with me tonight?” Will blurts out before you can make up an excuse to escape his presence. “Like… a date?”

You blink, having gotten whiplash. Just a second ago he was flirting with El, wasn’t he? “What? A date?”

“Well, yeah,” Will says sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. “I have a funny story to tell you…”

“So me and El were super jealous, you know?” Will starts. You nod. You hadn’t realized how upset Will was by you and Mike being close. You’d thought he’d be happy that you’re getting along with his friends, and you’d also thought that if he really cared he’d make a move!

Well, he did make a move.

You hope.

“Well, we decided that we were going to try to make you and Mike jealous,” he starts and you screw up your face with disgust.

“Ew! Mike said you and El are practically siblings!”

Will huffs out a laugh. “Well, yeah. That’s why the whole scheme lasted for about five seconds until El whispered in my ear that she was sure you liked me. So… I asked you out. El’s never wrong.”

You tilt your head. “Why didn’t you just ask her in the first place?”

“I think she was a bit blinded by her hatred for you,” he says matter-of-factly.

You blanch.

“Not anymore!” Will adds, holding out a placating hand. “She just thought you were going to make a move on Mike or something. Anyways, neither of us think that anymore, so…”

You smile at Will. “I’m glad you didn’t waste either of our time on that stupid scheme. I’m also sad I didn’t take your feelings into account when you came with them to me.”

“Hey, it’s fine,” Will promises. “No big deal.”

Taking a huge risk, he reaches across the table to where your hand is resting on it and laces his fingers with yours. Your eyes are wide, brain unable to function, and his fingers are so very warm.

Will smiles at the table.

I’m going to start working on a Wanda Maximoff x Stark!Reader as soon as I can. Unfortunately, my spring break is ending so I won’t be able to upload as quickly. Thank you all for the support!

[itsjesperfahey]

The wedding planer AU for Inej and Kaz or camper counseler AU for wesper would be fantastic

i sided for the wesper camp counselour au (ps i might do the kanej wedding planner later, im still coming up with some stuff for it. if i ever post it i’ll tag u!). hope u enjoy! @cornerforward13

(send me an au + a soc ship)

when wylan volunteered his summers to waking up at the ass-crack of dawn to take care of children at a summer camp, he wasn’t expecting to see him

him being jesper fahey, the loudest, most un-caring student at their local high school. dubbed the ‘class clown’ in their first year of high school, jesper was known for his quick mouth and even quicker detention acquisition. while the two had never officially spoken with each other, they had been in plenty of classes together

wylan simply wanted to learn, and jesper simply wanted to rile up the teacher in any way he could. while the class laughed along, wylan would roll his eyes and suppress any hint of amusement.

in fact, he even rolled his eyes when he first spotted jesper at the first camp counselor meeting

his heart rolled too, but no one needed to know

they bumped into each other, quite literally, as they were helping set up the camp’s main building

“shoot, i’m sorry- wylan van eck? what on earth were you doing here?”

“you know my name?” was the only thing wylan managed to squeak out as he bent down to pick up the toy cash register he had been carrying moments before

jesper let out a bark of laughter, and wylan felt his heart leap again. “of course I know your name. what kind of silly question is that? aren’t you supposed to be a genius?”

“aren’t you supposed to be, i don’t know, not working here?”

a signature smirk broke out onto jesper’s face. “in previous summers, perhaps i’d be at home sleeping at this time. but, my advisor suggested i work here this summer to get some volunteer hours. it’d make my future college application ‘stand out’ or whatever. why are you here?”

“i work here every summer. this one’s no different.”

“right. well, we’d better get back to work before we get yelled at. wouldn’t want to get fired on the first day. see you in a bit-”, jesper eyed the cash register in wylan’s hands, “- merchling.” and with that, jesper gave wylan a pat on the shoulder, and left to finish sweep the floors.

the burning of wylan’s cheeks indicated this would be a long long summer

and it was

because every weekday, from 8 to 5pm, wylan would have to see that stupid face and hear that stupid nickname. and oh, jesper just loved to tease. and wylan loved to pretend like the things jesper did had absolutely no effect on him. nope. none whatsoever.

for example, when it was swimming lessons day at the lake, wylan definitely didn’t come close to collapsing when jesper took his shirt off and tossed it wylan’s way, the everpresent smirk on his face gleaming a bit wider that morning

or when they were roasting marshmallows, and wylan was too busy making sure the kids weren’t near the fire to make his own s’more, he surely didn’t almost burst into tears when jesper walked up and handed wylan one he had made for him

also when there was kickball tournament, and it was counselor vs kids, wylan didn’t even come close to exploding when he kicked the winning home run and jesper hoisted him up and spun him around like a damn princess. absolutely not.

or maybe when they took a field trip to the science museum, and jesper picked out a crystal from the gift shop and pretended to get down on one knee and propose, wylan didn’t feel his heart stutter as much as his mouth did. the kids, innocent as ever, cheered and believed they’d actually get married. wylan had to break a few hearts that day, including jesper’s.

and lets not remember the time when it was show and tell, and while the campers brought their favorite seashells they found or their pet frogs, wylan showed off his flute skills and artwork. he didn’t melt to jelly when jesper pulled him aside afterward and whispered “hey, you’re really talented” (he also added “maybe you should draw me sometime, i’m a wonderful model, as you can see”, but wylan ignored that part)

the other counselors noticed, and would try and talk to wylan about it. he’d just shoo kaz, inej, nina and matthias away, denying everything. they’d just smile, shake their heads, and chase after the next kid who was running much too fast with a pair of scissors

the kids noticed eventually, too. “mr.wylan,” they’d say, “why are your cheeks always red?”

“because it’s too hot out here” he’d reply

and jesper would add the usual “oh, i’m sorry! it’s cause i’m here. i’ll go inside”

wylan would shake his head and grumble to himself, and the kids would run off to finish coloring. 

one time, a little girl came up to jesper, a drawing in her hand. when jesper took it, it was a drawing of him and wylan, holding hands, a heart in between them.

“now, why’d you draw this?” jesper asked, heart warm. 

“well, momma and papa like each other and they do this lots! ms.nina said you and mr.wylan like each other too! do you like him, mr.jes?” the child, hanna, replied

jesper let out a sigh. “perhaps i might. don’t figure he feels the same though, little one. hardly speaks to me, always has that cute nose of his in some music or math sheets. think i might have annoyed him one too many times.”

the child huffed, crossing her arms. “everyone likes you, mr.jes. you just gotta show mr.wylan that he can like you, too”

an idea dawned upon jesper, just then. “you’re a smart little girl, aren’t you? aye, go round up your friends. I’ve got a task for you all.”

the next morning, when the summer was drawing to a close, wylan was the last to arrive to work that day. when he flicked the lights on, he wasn’t expecting all the campers holding up poorly cut-out red paper hearts, all yelling “surprise!”

he wasn’t expecting jesper in the middle of it all, holding a bouquet of roses, while the other counselors filmed with their phones

when little hanna walked up to wylan and handed him her drawing, with jesper’s god-awful handwriting at the top spelling out ‘sorry for being an arse all the time, can i make it up with dinner tonight?’, wylan wasn't expecting to say “yes”. it just sort of slipped out, really. so did the “i never hated you, jesper. maybe some of your jokes and teases, but never you”

and when him and jesper hugged as the campers squealed in delight, he wasn’t expecting jesper to kiss him then and there

but he didn’t mind it. nope. not at all. absolutely not.

[jaceyneedsabetterusername]

Fun House Of Horrors

Pairing: Teen!Dean Winchester x Teen!Reader

Warnings: Violence, Cursing

A/N: Tailor, Illinois isn’t a real town, just in case you were curious :P Hope you enjoy! I love feedback!

Word Count: 2830

You paced around your bedroom nervously, stopping every few rounds to check in the mirror and ensure that not a hair was out of place. You had to look perfect. Okay, maybe you were being a little dramatic, maybe even a little out of character for you, but this was Dean Freaking Winchester, the gorgeous new guy at your school.

You remembered the first time you laid eyes on him. It was Tuesday morning, three days ago now, and you were sitting in English class, trying with all your might to focus on what your teacher was saying and failing miserably due to the lack of sleep from staying up all night studying for a chemistry test you were pretty sure you’d failed. Just as the exhaustion nearly won over, the door opened and everybody’s heads shot to look at who had arrived. And there he was. Tall and tan with beautiful green eyes that looked around confidently, almost cockily. Your teacher quickly introduced him as Dean Winchester and sat him a few desks away from you. All of the girls were mesmerized by him and you were no exception. Just as you were about to look away, his eyes roamed to meet yours and he flashed a cheeky smirk that nearly knocked you out of your seat. His presence definitely made it a lot easier to stay awake that day.

Now it was Friday night and you anxiously waited for him to pick you up for your date to Tailor, Illinois’s annual Summer Nights Carnival! You’d gone with your friend’s every year since seventh grade but this was your first time ever going with someone as a date and you couldn’t lie: You were pretty damn excited. You checked the clock on your night stand. 5:54 pm. Dean said he’d pick you up at 6:00. After one last once-over in the mirror, you walked out to the living room to wait for the inevitable knock on the door.

Within minutes, you heard a loud engine arrive and turn off just outside your house. You watched as Dean got out of the beautiful black car, walked up to your door, and knocked. You waited a few seconds to answer, just to make sure it didn’t look like you were just waiting for him before opening the door, “Hey!” You smiled, a blush creeping up in your cheeks as his green eyes scanned over you.

“Hey beautiful. You ready to go?” He asked. You nodded before shouting a quick good-bye to your parents and heading out the door. “Hope you don’t mind but I brought my little brother Sammy and a girl he’s into. Things shouldn’t be weird though”

You couldn’t help the smile that appeared on your face at the way he seemed to love his brother. It wasn’t something you saw very often. Brothers always looked like they were trying to kill each other. “That’s totally cool! Oh- Thank you.” You thanked him as Dean opened the passenger door for you. As you waited for him to walk around the car, you looked back at the younger couple behind you, “Hi.” You greeted shyly. Looking at them, you almost started laughing. The blonde girl in the back seat was very obviously interested in Sam, while Sammy sat nervously on the other end of the seat, hands fiddling subtly in his lap while he shot longing side glances at her. It was adorable.

When Dean got in the car, you couldn’t fight the rising question, “So if you have a car, why do you always take the bus to school?”

He laughed mischeviously, “Well, it’s actually my dad’s but he’s passed out at the motel. Been working for days. So we’re just… borrowing it.” He added innocently.

“Motel?” You questioned.

He shrugged as he drove, “Yeah my dad travels a lot. It’s cheaper to just do hotels ‘n stuff than to buy a house or something.” That was definitely not the kind of information you were expecting. The rest of the drive went on with casual conversation with Dean’s occasional remark towards Sammy, trying to embarrass him in front of the pretty girl next to him.

Soon, you guys arrived at the carnival and all hopped out excitedly. Dean, being a gentleman, refused to let you buy the wristband that got you onto the rides but did let you pay him back by buying him a slice of pecan pie from a local bakery that had a booth set up. A few hours and several rides into the night, Sammy’s date, who you’d learned was named Claire, pointed out a particularly creepy looking fun house, “Is that a haunted house?” She asked.

“Looks like it.” You responded, looking at the creepy clown statue outside of the entrance and the strobe lights that flashed just inside. “Wanna go?” You asked the group, wiggling your eyebrows excitedly. Whether you hated haunted houses or loved them, you figured it would be a good excuse to get Dean to feel like he needed to hold you.

Sammy gave Dean an apprehensive look that didn’t necessarily say that he was afraid but seemed more like he was just... reluctant? Like going into this house was the last thing he wanted to do. Dean on the other hand shot Sam a look that shut down any rejection and winked at him, nodding slightly towards Claire, “I think it’s a great idea. Lead the way ladies.” He smiled, grabbing Sammy by the arm to keep the two of them a step behind. Behind you, you could hear Dean harshly whisper, “Dude, if she’s scared she’s gonna hold on to you. It’s easy contact!” You chuckled slightly then quickly acted like you heard nothing when Dean ran to catch up with you.

The man sitting outside of the entrance looked like he couldn’t have possibly been any more bored than he was in that exact second. The four of you flashed your wristbands at the seedy looking man and he waved you in.

If the darkness wasn’t enough to throw your eyes off, the strobe lights definitely were. Thank goodness for Dean who gripped your hand and led you until your eyes adjusted enough to see. You giggled a little, “It’s not like anyone wanted to see- AGH!” You screamed and jumped back as some loud mechanism shook in the wall right next to your head, startling you.

Dean laughed, “I got you, princess.” He put his arm around your shoulders as the group continued through the maze. You guys walked up a small flight of stairs and began walking until suddenly you dropped, clinging to Dean for dear life. But you didn’t fall a long way. As you stood there, you noticed you just bounced up and down. The floor was a trampoline. “Trampoline guys. Don’t die.” You warned.

After about ten feet of trampoline floors, the ground returned to normal wood but the walls were all fun house mirrors. More people were gathered in this room, enjoying looking at each other’s distorted reflections. You walked around, moving your body to find the most ridiculous reflection you could. You’d wandered slightly from Dean, only one or two mirrors, and you turned to the side slightly, giggling at the way your butt curved steeply up in the mirror. You felt someone bump into you, “Oh sorry!” You apologized quickly before you realized it wasn’t your fault.

You saw the stranger’s reflection in the mirror before you saw their actual body but when you saw their reflection you gasped in terror. He had the face of a man but his flesh was grey and rotting and his hair was black and patchy. You couldn’t even tell if he had eyes or not. But when you turned to look at him, he was a decent looking forty-something year old man with dark hair. Dean, however, must have noticed your terrified look because he quickly came over to you, “You alright?” You couldn’t take your eyes off of the mirror.

“He… that didn’t look like special effects. There was no way that was real though.” You tried explaining. The man was at the other end of the room now but your eyes darted between his putrid reflection and healthy physical body as he moved.

“What do you mean?” Dean snorted with a crooked smile but something in his eyes looked nervous.

You pointed at the man’s reflection, “Him! Look at him in the mirror then look at him in real life.” You directed. You watched as Dean’s eyes followed your instructions.

“Shit.” He cursed, eyes wide, “Sam! We gotta get out of here.” He said hurriedly, nodding towards the man. Sam, who was finally smiling, seemed to get the message, dropped the smile, and grabbed Claire’s wrist as Dean grabbed yours.

You tried to keep up as he dragged you through the rest of the maze, “What’s going on? Do you see it too?”

“What are we seeing?” Claire asked, confused and scared.

“Nothing!” Dean yelled back towards her. Then he looked at you, “Yeah and it’s probably nothing but better safe than sorry.” He lied terribly. When you guys finally got out of the maze, Dean stopped just long enough to look back. You looked back too and saw the man following behind you guys. “Run!” Dean yelled and all four of you guys booked it back to the Impala.

“Do you know what the hell is going on?!” You asked Dean, ignoring the stares people were giving you as you ran.

He looked back for a second, “I’ll explain later! Just get to the car.” You guys finally got to the Impala but had to wait for Dean to unlock the car.

You, Sam, and Claire all repeatedly pulled on the handles while Dean fumbled with the keys. You turned for one second to look at Sam who was next to you but before you could see anything, you found yourself slammed against the side of the car. When your brain processed what happened, you saw the man in front of you, one hand gripping your throat and using it to press you backwards against the car. “Dean!” You struggled, hands clawing at his grip. The man’s free hand rose up and you were sure you were dreaming when you saw what you saw. A bone-like spike was protruding from his wrist. Just as he was about to thrust it into your neck, you kneed him as hard as your could in the gut just as Dean ran up behind him and put him in a headlock before throwing him to the ground.

“Are you okay?” He asked, winded. You nodded, gasping to regain your breath. “Get in the car!”

He got up and started running to the driver’s side when the monster tackled him, spike extending more. “Is that silver?” Sam yelled at Claire. The poor girl’s eyes were wide with terror as she watched the scene unfold before her. “Claire!” Sam yelled. She thumbed a silver chain around her neck and nodded silently but frantically. “Sorry.” He said, ripping it off her neck, chain snapping, and jumping out of the car and wrapping the thin chain around the man’s neck as if it were a rope.

Smoke seared from the contact and the creature screamed, letting Dean go just enough for him to wiggle out from under the monster’s weight. He quickly tackled the monster and Sam readjusted himself so he could keep the chain tight around its neck. It screamed and tried to throw them off but the pain from the metal must have been too much. After a few more seconds, it stopped moving completely and laid motionless on the ground.

“Is he… dead?” You asked in shock.

Dean groaned, “Fuck, dad’s gonna kill us.”

“Did you kill him?” You asked again.

“We are so dead.” Sam agreed.

“WHAT THE HELL JUST HAPPENED?!” You yelled, finally getting their attention.

The brothers looked at each other cautiously before standing up, leaving the dead heap of whatever the hell that thing was on the ground. They both stood quietly and you could tell they were contemplating whether or not to tell you the truth. You raised your eyebrows expectantly and Sammy burst, “It’s a wraith.” He blurt out, earning a smack on the back of the head from Dean for exposing the truth.

Claire finally shook from her scared paralysis, “A what?” She asked.

“A wraith,” Dean gave in, “A monster that feeds on brain fluid.”

“Brain fluid?” You asked, “What kind of monster feeds on brain fluid?” You almost could have laughed if you hadn’t just nearly been murdered.

“A dangerous one. Now let’s just get in the car so we can get you two home safe.” Dean exclaimed. Everyone piled into the car quietly.

“So… monsters?” You asked, unsure of your sanity at this point.

Dean nodded, “Uh, yeah, monsters.”

“How do you know about all this?” Claire asked.

“You know that work that our dad does? He hunts them.” Sam explained.

“What about you two?” You asked.

Dean shrugged, “We kind of do, too.”

“How did you even get into this?” You questioned.

“It’s complicated.” Dean summed up shortly and you could tell it was better to drop that question.

After a few miles of silence, a terrified Claire was dropped off at her house and Sam soon fell asleep in the backseat. On the way to your home, you glanced at Dean, “Are all monsters real?” You questioned nervously, not sure if you wanted to know the answer.

“Most of ‘em.” He answered, eyes glued to the road.

You couldn’t help the scared giggle that escaped you, “That’s actually kinda cool in a horribly terrifying way.”

He looked at you for a brief second with an amused look on his face, “You almost get killed and you’re first thought is that it’s ‘kind cool?’ I can’t tell if that’s crazy or badass.”

You shrugged, “Probably crazy but if it makes it any better it wasn’t my first thought… more like the third or fourth.” You laughed a little. “So was the wraith what your dad is here for?”

Dean shook his head, “Actually, no. Dad’s hunting a ghost actually. But I guess Tailor is a little more paranormal than we thought,” He sighed, “But Y/N, you can’t tell anyone about what happened tonight or what we do.”

“Of course,” You replied, “Even if I did, everyone would think I was crazy.” The Impala rolled to a stop in front of your house as you finished speaking and you couldn’t lie, you weren’t ready to go home. It was clear now that Dean spelled danger but you also felt so safe with him. Besides, it also seemed as if Tailor was just a beacon for these kinds of monsters anyways. After tonight’s events, all you wanted was to stay with Dean and learn about his world of monster hunting.

Maybe that did make you crazy.

“Thank you for tonight,” You managed, reluctantly willing yourself to initiate the end of the night, “With the exception of the whole wraith thing, I had a lot of fun. And thanks for saving my life, too.”

Dean smiled, “I had fun, too. I’m just sorry you almost died. I swear that doesn’t normally doesn’t happen when I take girls on dates.”

“Considering you’re not with them anymore, maybe a little near death experience is what you need to keep a girl.” You raised an eyebrow, suggesting that this wasn’t going to scare you away.

“Who the hell says that?” He laughed.

You’re not sure where the burst of confidence came from but you shocked yourself when you realized what you said, “A crazy girl hoping for a second date.”

Dean couldn’t stop gazing at your face. You were absolutely beautiful - prettier than any girl he’d seen in the last several schools he’d been to. You were funny and witty and genuine and undeniably a little crazy. But maybe he needed a little crazy.

You’d noticed his extended gaze and flushed a deep red. The tension was definitely thick in the air and thickened impossibly when his eyes flickered to your lips for a fraction of a second. Honestly, you weren’t sure who leaned in first but your lips met his in a soft and gentle kiss. It was nothing crazy or passionate. It was innocent and perfect and enough to take your breath away.

Dean didn’t want to mess this up or take it too fast. You weren’t like other girls. Now you knew the truth about him, whether he wanted you to or not, and, yes, it was clear you were scared, but you weren’t at the same time. You were… reasonably curious. And he knew he’d be moving again as soon as his dad took care of the ghost so why not give himself just a little bit of happiness while it lasted?

[nahimjustfeelingit-writes]

Imagine:

Erik being the reader’s bully when they were kids but that changed when he sees her in later years.

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“Y/N with the big glasses?!!”

Erik just so happened to stop at a gas station on his way back home from work. It was scorching hot that day so he had his dress shirt unbuttoned revealing a tight wife beater underneath. Just when he was in the middle of pumping gas into his Jeep Wrangler he noticed a familiar face stepping out of her car dressed in a pair of Nike Pro grey shorts with a Nike sports bra. Instead of her big glasses she had on a simple pair of cat eye ones colored red that compliments her round face and wide button nose. Instead of the two braided ponytails she always wore her hair was big and kinky, up in a high puff that shines in the sun. She grew into that big ass head she had too, and her body...

No longer was she that scrawny little girl. She had curves for days. Heavy all over and she looked good enough to eat. Erik couldn’t keep his eyes off of her. He couldn’t deny it, even after all the bullying and clowning She grew up to be a beautiful young woman. She kept on walking with a shake of her hips like she didn’t hear him causing Erik to run up to her.

Erik: *taps her shoulder* Y/N?!

Y/N: *looks at Erik strangely* Can I help you?

Erik: Girl come on, its me, Erik. Erik from high school.

Y/N: *stares with confusion* not sure I remember you.

Erik: Yeah you do. I sat behind you in almost every class? Skinny kid with braids? Always had the fresh kicks? Called you bifocals and ET?

Y/N pondered, arms folded over her heavy chest before her face froze. She took another look at erik, eyes scanning him with new interest. Not even she could believe who she was staring at.

Y/N: Erik Stevens?

Erik: *smiles* Yeah, Erik Stevens. Damn, how you been girl?

Y/N: *stares in disbelief* I-I’ve been good. Wow...how have you been?

Erik: pretty good. *stares her down with a shake of his *head* Y/N. You look real good girl. Beautiful.

Y/N: *rolls her eyes* Yeah, I am that.

Erik: Damn, And you all confident now * bites lip* I see you. So how you been since high school? *looks at her hands to check for a ring*

Y/N: Doing good actually. I’m a nurse practitioner now.

Erik: Forreal? That’s wassup! I’m an engineer.

Y/N: You went to the Naval Academy fresh out of high school right?

Erik: Yeah, then I transferred to the JSOC Ghost Unit.

Y/N: *nods her head with an impressed look* I mean, you were always smart even though you had to be the class clown every chance you got.

Erik: *chuckles* You we’re smarter than me though. Always had a damn book in your hand, challenging me during pop quizzes and shit.

Y/N: so THATS WHY you bullied me, *taps chin* interesting.

Erik: Okay, okay! Yeah...you acted like a know it all...

Y/N: So instead of owning up to crushing on me you decided to pick on me? *smiles mischievously*

Erik: Crush on you? *kisses teeth* girl please you had them four eyes set on me, remember?

Y/N: can’t deny that you were cute, Erik. At least I’m admitting it though. I remember the way you looked at me during senior prom. All that ET shit went out the window, huh?

Erik: *speechless*

Y/N: Erik speechless? *laughs* No fucking way.

Y/N was still the same smart mouthed girl from school. And the more Erik admired the beautiful chocolate girl she looked the same except for the extra curves and age. I guess when you’re young you say stupid shit. If only Erik really got a look at her instead of judging her...

Erik: All jokes aside though Y/N, I’m sorry for being a shitty nigga towards you back in the day. You prolly hated my ass and I don’t blame you. You got it going on girl, I ain’t mad at you.

Y/N: Hmm...

Erik waited for her to say something. He deserves to be cussed out at that gas station, he could admit that.

Y/N: I forgive you.

Erik: *breathes normally* For real?

Y/N: Yeah, the shit is in the past. I’m over it...been over it.

Erik: Cool.

There was that awkward silence, not really knowing what else to say to eachother. Y/N cleared her throat, gaining Erik’s attention again.

Y/N: I’m gonna head out, I gotta get some gas in my truck before my car gives out on me. It was real good to see you though Erik, I’m happy your doing well and everything.

Erik: *smiles softly* Yeah, go ahead, baby girl. I don’t wanna hold you up or nothing it is hella hot out here. Good to see you, girl.

Y/N: oh yeah, that too *laughs awkwardly*

Y/N waves good bye before turning to leave away quickly. Erik watched her walk, loving the way she moved. Damn...she really looked good. She wasn’t married, no sign of a ring, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t seeming anyone. If he didn’t at least get her number now he may never see her again. He hadn’t seen her since high school graduation and that was back in ‘05! Taking a risk, Erik jogged to catch up to her, holding the door opened for her to enter the little shop.

Y/N: *stares with humor* Thanks?

Erik: Can I ask you something Y/N?

Her face looked like she knew what was coming but she let him speak. She grabbed a large bag of hot Cheetos, heading for the register.

Y/N: ask me.

Erik: I was wondering if I could have your number? You know so we can keep in touch and shit?

Y/N: *smiles with a raised brow*

Erik: I dont want your man getting in his feelings though. *stares at her with low eyes*

Y/N: I’m single.

Erik: even better. So, can I have your number?

Y/N *looks up at him over her shoulder* No.

Erik never had a girl tell him no. He put his hands in the pockets of his slacks, stopping behind her since he didn’t see the point in waiting for her.

Erik: uh...yeah that’s okay. My bad, Y/N. *raises brows in embarrassment* You take care of yourself beautiful. *walks away*

Y/N: I’ll take yours.

Erik pauses before opening the doors. Turning to her with amusement he made his way back towards her, large arms folded over his chest.

Y/N: *pulls out phone* If it’s cool I’ll take your number.

Erik: Aight. *grabs phone and puts number in* You gonna keep in touch with me though?

Y/N: Maybe.

Erik smiles. He liked that she took the upper hand in the situation. It was cool, It just made him more interested.

Erik: Here you go Y/N with the pretty eyes.

Y/N: *licks lips to fight a smile* Thanks Erik with the muscles.