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nycbaby21 · 8 months

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Young and Stupid

prompt: sharing a bed with your best friend's older brother

word count: 4,600

“I’m really sorry,” I hear my best friend’s voice rush over the phone. “Wow no hello, no how are you, no I miss you. You must be really sorry,” I laugh closing my book standing up and stretching. I had been sitting at my desk for the past three hours studying for my last final in an hour. “So I know the plan was for me to drive up and grab you and then head home,” Liana started and her voice trailed off. I groan already knowing I’m gonna hate what leaves her mouth next.

“So funny story, you know that really cute guy I was telling you about,” she continued. “Yes, I remember the very cute blonde with super blue eyes,” I say grabbing everything I needed and heading out of my dorm. I began walking to my last class and stayed on the phone with her the whole way. “Okay so come to find out he lives like an hour away from my parent's house. So he is gonna give me a ride home,” I stop in my tracks.

“Li, what are you saying,” I ask having a feeling where this is going. “I already talked to my parents and they are super excited to meet him. I can really see this going somewhere,” I can hear the smile in her voice. “Okay,” I say stopping at the stairs of my lecture hall. “You aren’t mad,” she asks, concern in her voice. “No, I’m not mad. I’ll just have to find a ride after I finish this test,” I say. “Don’t worry I already have one for you,” she says. “Liana Barzal what did you do,” I ask with a whine in my voice.

“Love you! Talk later, good luck with your test. You are gonna kick ass,” she rambles and then hangs up on me. I can’t let myself think about it and walk into the room focusing on the test at hand. After an hour, I walk out of the building and head back to my dorm. I tried to call Liana several times, but she never answered me. When I walked into my dorm, I could see why.

“Mat, what are you doing here,” I ask seeing her older brother lying down on my bed reading a book. “Geez about time you got back. I was so bored I started reading your stupid little book,” he says in a teasing tone. I snatched the book from his hands and put it on my desk. “Let’s try this again. “What are you doing here Mathew Barzal,” I ask with an attitude. I loved the whole Barzal family, they have become like a family to me over the years. Our parents were friends and then they had Liana and I at the same time. But Mat was a whole different story.

Ever since I could remember he would tease me. Little things never anything terrible or purposefully malicious. He would pull my hair out of the ponytail, always call me stupid nicknames, and my personal favorite pretend he didn’t know who I was almost all of high school. I had always hoped it was the classic, oh he likes you because he teases you kind of thing. Those dreams were shattered when I was around and his friends asked who I was, and he just replied just some girl my sister is friends with no one important. It was not like I had known him my whole life or anything.

“Oh, you used my full name. I’m so scared,” he laughed sitting up and staring down at me. My bed was raised so I could reach to slap the back of his head so I smacked his calf. He laughed at me and I just kept hitting him. Not hard enough for it to hurt, but it did feel good to let out some of my frustration. I had been so stressed with finals, maintaining my grades, and stupid boy problems.

“What the hell are you doing,” my roommate Maddie asks walking in with her girlfriend right behind her. “Aw Y/n, good for you. I’m glad you moved on from that loser. Also, this one is so much hotter,” Olivia says sitting down on the bed. My entire face burns red and I stop hitting Mat. “No no no. This is Mat,” I rush taking a few steps away from him. He quirks an eyebrow at me. “Oh shit my bad. I thought. You know what never mind what I thought. I’m just gonna sit here and look pretty,” she jokes with me. “You think he’s hot,” Maddie ask looking from Mat to Olivia. “I don’t know for a guy yeah. I mean I would never ever never. But I could see the appeal,” she shrugs explaining to her girlfriend.

“I don’t know. How you treat people is way more important than looks,” Maddie rolls her eyes continuing to pack her bag. The whole time I refused to make eye contact with him. “You know who I am,” he asks hopping down off the bed and leaning back against it. “You talk about me Y/n,” his voice comes off condescending. I huff and let out a groan and Olivia throws a pillow at me. I whack him in the face with it. He grabs my wrist and makes me freeze. Noticing the tension Maddie saves the day.

“I know a lot about you Barzal. Your sister is amazing by the way,” Maddie smirks, knowing she is riling him up. “You think Y/n/n talks about you. Please, you have no idea how many people try to get info on you from her. She has never once indulged them,” Olivia says thinking she is being helpful. I cut her a look and she stops talking. He looks down at me and his face softens. “What is she talking about,” he asked me. “Well, we should get on the road. Long drive down to Tennessee. Love you Y/n,” Olivia says grabbing Maddie’s stuff and heading for the door.

Maddie comes and wraps me up in a hug. “Call me okay. I love you and have a great break,” she smiles. “I love you and you guys too. Also Mads you got this. Any parent should be thrilled for their daughter to bring you home,” I give her arm a comforting squeeze. She nods and walks towards the door. “Barzal, if I hear one word about you hurting my girl you better be ready,” she threatens and closes the door. The air was thick in tension as soon as it was just the two of us.

Mat turns and opens his mouth to say something but I cut him off before he can. “Okay well, she should probably get on the road too,” I say grabbing my duffle bag and throwing it over my shoulder, and grabbing the suitcase with my free arm. I feel myself being pulled back and the weight on my left arm is now gone. Mat now had my pink duffle bag over his shoulder. He sent me a small smile and headed towards the door. This is gonna be a long trip.

I slowly walked behind him following him to his car in the parking lot. I let out a laugh and tried to cover it with a cough. His head snapped back to me and he smiled. “Yeah yeah, laugh it up,” he says putting my stuff in the back with his. “No I’m not laughing at you or the car I swear,” I laugh and he cuts me a look. “It’s just you’ve been in the NHL how long? They have to be paying you enough for a luxury car,” I say getting in the passenger door as he shuts it behind me. “Not that I need to explain myself to you, but there is no point in all of that. I mean this is a great little car, trustworthy, and dependable,” he says leaning over and looking backward to reverse the car. I hated to admit it to myself but he looked way too good doing that.

“No, you don’t have to explain anything to me. I just figured you would be all flashy and get a car to impress some girl,” I shrug looking outside my window and not at him. “Maybe the Mat you used to know would have done that. But I’m not that guy anymore,” he says glancing over at me. His stare makes me feel like the same little girl who had a monster crush on her best friend’s older brother. “Maybe,” I ask in a teasing tone getting a laugh out of him, like a real genuine smile. Happy with how the conversation was going and in fear of messing it up, I reached over and flipped through the stations trying to find a station.

“Here, just play something on here. The static is driving me crazy,” Mat says handing his phone over to me. I held it like it was a bomb, scared if I moved it would go off. “What,” he laughs eyes straight ahead. “I don’t know. It’s just no guy has ever just openly handed me his phone to go through,” I say opening his phone, he didn’t even have a password on it. His background makes me stop. It was a picture of Liana, him, my little sister, and me from one summer when we were kids on my dad’s boat. “Well you have been around the wrong guys,” he says snapping me out of my trance.

I didn’t even know that picture existed, let alone why Mat had it as his home screen. “Yeah well, you could say that again,” I laugh dryly and scroll through his playlist trying to find one. “Oh my gosh. You do not still have this,” I say shocked pulling up a playlist I made him one summer when he said I had terrible music taste and wanted to prove him wrong. I click play and the catchy beat of some random boyband I was obsessed with fills the car. He smiles and starts singing along with the song. “What? Don’t go feeling all special or whatever, it just has some good songs on it,” he says trying not to smile.

The next two hours are filled with us screaming the lyrics of the playlist and dancing around in the car. I had actually never had this much fun with Mat ever. He always treated me like his sister’s annoying friend. Right now it felt like he was treating me like a friend. The snow started to pick up more and more. We had turned down the music to almost nothing and I was helping him watch the road. “I saw a sign for a motel like half a mile back. I know it isn’t ideal but I can’t risk having you on the road in this weather,” he says slowing down even more and turning into the motel.

“Risk having me on the road? What about you,” I ask as he puts the car in park. “Liana and my parents would have my ass if anything happened to you,” he said looking over at me. I deflated a little bit, cursing myself for actually thinking maybe it was because he cared about me. I just nod my head and open the door grabbing my bags and heading for the door. “Hey wait slow down. What just happened back there,” he asks rushing forward and opening the door for me.

The lobby was filled with the same chill as outside. I shook off some of the snow that had gathered up on my clothes and hair. “I have no idea what you are talking about Barzal,” I say walking further inside towards the front desk. “Y/n you just completely shut down on me,” he says grabbing my forearm and pulling me back. I roll my eyes and look up at him. “I have no idea what you are talking about Mat. Look I’m tired and cold I just want to take a hot shower and sleep okay?”

I hear someone clear their throat and we both look towards the guy behind the desk. He has an annoyed expression on his face. I pull my arm away from Mat and walk towards the desk. “How can I help you tonight sweetheart,” his voice sends chills down my spine. He looked me up and down like he was a wild animal stalking his prey. “Uhm.. a room please,” I stutter out completely creeped out by this guy. My eyes shift over to Mat and then back to the guy. “Okay, so two rooms. That will be,” the guy is cut off by Mat. “One room actually,” Mat wore a smug look on his face. His arm slipped around me, and this time I leaned in and didn’t brush him off.

“Yeah sure okay,” he grumbles out typing away. Mat gave my side a squeeze and his thumb rubbed back and forth under my jacket. I tried to ignore the feelings that came with being this close to him. He was just trying to help like a big brother would. He didn’t see me as anything else. “Right this way,” he said and we followed him down a long hallway and to the last room in the hall. He opens the door and we both can see the room only has one bed in it. I try to control my face, but it must have slipped because the guy smirks down at me. “One bed alright with the happy couple,” he said emphasizing the word couple.

“Perfect with us. Right baby,” Mat leans down and looks at me. I nod my head, not trusting my voice in that moment. Fear overwhelmed my system, I just couldn’t tell if it was from the looks the clerk was giving me or the fact I had to share a bed with Mat tonight. “Well, I’ll leave you both to it. Come find me if you need anything okay,” he says directly at me slipping a wink in before walking away. Mat all picked me up and carried me into the room away from that guy.

He slams the door closed and I jump at the sudden loud noise. He turns around and looks at me. I have never been able to read Mat well, he always held his emotions close to himself. But in this moment I was grateful I couldn’t. He was seething with anger. He paced around the room rambling about how no man had any right to talk to a woman like that. I sat on the bed and watched him continue to walk around. “Mat, please. You are making me dizzy,” I groan falling back onto the bed with my legs still hanging off. I hear a deep sigh and feel the bed dip down next to me. “You okay,” I ask looking into his eyes.

“That doesn’t matter right now. Are you okay,” he asked voice soft. I nod feeling very vulnerable under his gaze. I open my mouth to ask him more about what the hell just happened but my phone ringing cut me off. “Y/n, finally you answer me. I got an alert that you and Mat both stopped and neither one of you picked up. I was scared to death something happened to you both,” Liana rushes out. “Li slow down okay. I am perfectly fine okay. The roads just got really bad and Mat pulled over and we found a motel to stay at. We are gonna get back on the road first thing in the morning,” I explain calmly trying to help ease her worry.

“Hey you know I wouldn’t ever let anything happen to her right,” Mat says to his sister looking straight at me. “Yeah, I know. Sorry, it’s just you guys are two of my favorite people, and if I lost you both,” her voice cracked and we heard a hushed voice comforting her. Mat raised his eyebrows and I smiled. “You can’t get rid of us that easy. We are gonna be annoying you for the foreseeable future,” I laugh telling her and trying to get off the phone before Mat realized who she was talking to. “Okay I love you guys,” she says before hanging up.

“Who was that,” he asked looking back to me. I laugh and shake my head jumping up. He quickly followed suit and stood after I did. “I am gonna go get that shower,” I say walking backward towards the bathroom. “Y/n tell me who she was talking to,” he says walking closer to me. I keep backing up until my back hits a wall. Mat is right in front of me looking down at me. “A friend,” I say in a hushed tone due to our closeness. “Uh-huh. A friend. Who is this friend,” he asks maintaining our current distance. “Maybe a friend who wants to be more than a friend,” I shrug and laugh at the face he makes. “Oh my god. She is a little rat,” he said backing up some.

“Why is she a little rat,” I ask finally getting to take a full breath. “She totally used me asking to bring you home as a way to hang out with a boy,” he says looking back to me, and then his eyes get big. “What did you just say,” I ask stepping closer to him. “I have no idea what you are talking about,” he says trying to keep distance between us and trips over my bag falling down. “I’m okay,” he says looking up at me and then laughing. “Are you sure,” I ask laughing back at him. “Positive. Now go get a shower, you kind of stink,” he jokes and I kick his shin lightly.

When I was in the shower my mind drifted back to the car ride here. It was so different than any other time I had spent with him. Maybe he was right, he wasn’t the same Mat I knew growing up. I was more confused now than I was before. I shake off all of the feelings coming back from my teenage years and get out of the shower. I go to change into some clothes and realize I didn’t grab a shirt. “Hey, Mat. Can you pass me a shirt? I forgot to grab one,” I yell hoping he can hear me over the sound of the TV he had going. I hear a muffled sound and then a quick knock on the door. I open it and come face to face with him.

His eyes drifted down and back up very quickly, he was hoping I hadn’t noticed. It was just the same as him seeing me in a swimsuit in the summer, which he had seen several times. Something different was floating around his mind, but I just couldn’t tell what. He cleared his throat and handed me the shirt. “Thanks,” I say softly and step back into the bathroom slipping the shirt over my head. I noticed how much bigger it was than normal and finally looked at myself in the mirror. He had given me one of his Islanders training shirts. I try not to think too much about it, but the small part of me who still believes in fairytale endings drifts.

I walk out turning the lights off in the bathroom and turning to face him. His shirt was so long it covered the shorts I had on. He looked up at me and his jaw tightened slightly. The air was weird between us again like it was earlier. “What are you watching,” I ask looking over at him when he doesn’t answer me. I call his name again and he looks over at me. “Oh uhm I don’t know some random comedy I found,” he says sitting up straighter in the bed. I nod my head at him and walk around the side of the bed opposite him. I pull back the blankets and carefully slip into the bed being very cautious of our personal space.

“Are you cold,” he asks looking over only being able to see me when the TV flashed a bright color. “No, I’m good I promise,” I say back lying to him. “Y/n/n, I can feel you shivering over there,” he says looking over at me. I feel his hand touch mine under the covers and he winces. “Your hands are freezing,” he says. He scoots closer and pulls me towards him. “Mat, I’m fine really,” I try and push him off. He ignores me and pulls me into his chest. I immediately feel warmer, either from his body heat or my face flushing.

We both stay still as a board, both afraid of moving too much and scaring the other. I could feel his breath and hear his heartbeat. That was the only thing comforting me because he was as fast as mine. “Hey can I ask you a question,” he asks running his hand up and down my arm. “Yeah, you can ask me anything,” I say looking up at him. “Earlier when your roommate and her girlfriend were talking they said you never talk about me even when people ask. Does that happen a lot? People asking you about me,” he asks his hand stopping and resting on my upper arm. “Yeah, I guess it does. I mean people know me from Li’s Instagram and figure I am close with you or whatever. So girls try to be friends with me to get closer to you. Or guys only ask me out thinking I will introduce them to you,” I say scared of how he will act.

“I am really sorry that happened to you Y/n,” he says looking down at me. I look up at him and smile. “It’s okay Mat. Not anything I’m not used to,” I replied. “Has this always happened,” his question made me sigh. I just nod against his chest. “How long,” his voice breaks. “I don’t know, freshman year. It wasn’t because you were mister hot-shot hockey back then. It was because you were this hot older guy every girl our age was crazy about. So that’s why Li and I have always been really selective of our friends,” I answer back. We stay quiet for a minute and then I feel his chest vibrate some. “What,” I ask looking up at him and seeing a smile on his face. “Every girl your age thought I was hot, eh,” he asks in a teasing tone, but not the same one from childhood.

“Wow out of all of that, you wanna know if I thought you were hot,” I roll my eyes and push away from him. His grip tightens on me and I laugh with him. “Why does it matter what I thought of you way back then,” I ask. “I don’t know,” he shrugs. “Can I ask you a question now,” I counter and he nods. “What did I do to you growing up,” his eyebrows furrow at my question. “I mean it was like you had it out for me. Anything I did, you had a teasing comeback for it. And then in high school you just ignored me. So I’m asking you if I did something,” I ask waiting for a response.

“You didn’t do anything, I swear. Well not intentionally anyway. You couldn’t help me having feelings for you. I don’t know as kids I thought of you just like Li and your sister. And then one day you weren’t the same anymore. I noticed how my feelings were changing with you. And I was stupid and young and had no clue what I was doing so I was just mean.” I stayed quiet just listening to him. “Then high school came around and some of the jerks I called friends started asking questions about you. Like who you were and some other stuff I’m not gonna repeat. So I just thought if you weren’t an active part of my life maybe guys like that would leave you alone. You were way too good for them,” he finished and stared ahead. “Mat, will you please look at me,” I ask, his eyes drifting across my face and landing on my eyes. He nods and I look at him,” Why didn’t you ever say anything?”

“Like I said, I was a young stupid kid. I was scared of you. You were my sister’s best friend, our parents are super close, and I just knew that I would screw something up. And it wouldn’t just be us it would be us I messed up, but everyone else would suffer,” he said. “Well are you still,” I ask, taking a leap of faith. “Still what,” his voice is filled with confusion. “Are you still young and stupid,” I whisper back to him. “Up until yesterday. Yeah, I was,” he replied. “What changed today,” I question leaning in closer to him. “I finally quit trying too hard around you. I was just Mat with you today. And it felt really nice,” he smiled leaning down our lips almost touching. “Tell me to stop and I will. We can pretend this never happened and go back to whatever we were. Even though that might actually kill me, I’ll do it if that’s what you want,” he says his breath fanning my face.

I close the distance between us by grabbing his cheeks with my hands pulling him closer. It didn’t even take him a second to fall into rhythm with me. All those years of secretly pining and hidden feelings were finally being released. I kissed him until I physically couldn’t anymore needing to breathe. “Holy shit,” I say resting our foreheads together.” If I had known that was what I was missing I would have said something sooner,” he laughed making me smile. “Well, we have about ten years to catch up on,” I smile at him reconnecting our lips.

The next morning I woke up all tangled up in Mat’s embrace. I nuzzled into his chest harder, waking him in the process. “Please tell me last night wasn’t some dream,” he says not opening his eyes yet. “No, you dork. It wasn’t a dream,” I laugh kissing the space between his shoulder and neck. “I don’t really wanna leave the motel, is that bad,” he asks running his hand in my hair. “No, it isn’t that bad,” I smile. “Good because I’m pretty sure Li may just kick my ass,” he laughs. “Am I worth it,” I ask looking up at him. “Worth every second of ass-kicking,” he says kissing my nose. I kiss his lips again and my phone ringing interrupted us. “Oh god, it’s her, isn’t it? She is already cockblocking me and she doesn’t even know yet,” he groans throwing his head back.

“Are you both still alive,” she jokes. “Yes we are both still alive,” Mat groans into the phone before moving us to where he could rest his face on my neck. My hands go to his hair and start running my fingers through it. “Well, I’m sorry for asking. Geez Y/n maybe you should have given him some and he wouldn’t be acting like an ass this morning,” she laughs and stops when she realizes neither one of us answers. “Oh my god. You did not,” she screams.

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 7 months

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AITA for (among other things) being upset at my boyfriend because he got angry at a guy who (in a slightly creepy way) replied to an insta story of me in a dress?

(This isn't just an "AITA for feeling things" type of ask I promise, it's more of a "AITA for telling him I was upset" I guess.)

The event that started this was a guy from my school, we'll call him G, replying to my Instagram story of me wearing a new dress with "Looking good (name)!!" This wasn't the first time he had messaged me out of the blue, I don't know him well and the only time I interact with him is for a specific class sometimes. I had never replied to one of his messages and they just showed up as requests. The first message was creepier-- he replied to a pic of me in my prom dress, said I was pretty and mentioned my boyfriend by name (specifically it was something like "That's a pretty dress (name), I hope it's for a special occasion with (BF)" or something like that) which was really awkward. Made even more weird by the fact that I literally opened the message with my boyfriend as we were cuddling on his couch and looking at Instagram stuff. There were two more messages later, one about our psychology class (which I just didn't see until it was too late) and one asking how my summer was going.

G is a little bit... off, you could say. He's just a really awkward guy, and I don't think he was trying to be intentionally creepy. I really didn't know (and still don't know) whether he was attempting to hit on me or just compliment me as a friend.

My boyfriend clearly doesn't like G because of that first message, and was clearly upset when I sent a picture of G's message in a Discord server we're both in. I should mention that we are in a long-distance relationship now since he moved, so I couldn't talk to him in person about it. He's generally a very calm and respectful person, I've very rarely seen him angry.

After a minute he stopped replying to messages in the server, and then came back a while later saying that G wouldn't be bothering me anymore. I, now extremely concerned, asked him repeatedly what he did/said to G, and then he answered in DMs that it was probably better if he kept that between them, and that he hoped it was all okay with me.

I replied that "in all honesty, it's not entirely okay with me" and that I would have preferred to deal with the situation myself. Also said that I appreciated him standing up for me and that I didn't hold it against him. I was a little bit upset, but I didn't want to cause a fight or anything because I know he (somewhat) meant well. He apologized, and since that (yesterday) we haven't really talked. I love him, but I'm still a bit pissed off about this whole thing.

Today I found G in the hallway and apologized profusely for whatever my boyfriend had said, because I felt like shit about the fact that I had technically caused it. I still don't know what he said to G, but it was clearly pretty bad. G seemed sad and guilty when I talked to him.

The real asshole move from me was posting the screenshot of the message, I know. The name was censored, and BF and I were the only ones in the server who knew the guy at all (he guessed who it was immediately), but I still shouldn't have done that and I do mostly regret it. I won't say that I fully regret it, however, since I posted it because I wanted advice on what to do.

This is a long ask, I'm sorry 😅

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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faulty-writes · 1 year

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[ This idea came to me when I was browsing for phone cases and I stumbled upon one that looked like an old-fashioned cassette tape (Which was awesome). I thought that Hizashi might be the type to have an appreciation for things like that and thus this fanfiction was born. Love this loud man. ]

[ When you graduated from Yuuei, you left a piece of your heart behind. Most would say it was wrong to have feelings for your teacher, but the only thing you had done wrong was refused to tell Hizashi how you felt. But now that you accepted an invitation to help with Yuuei's latest project, you were determined to tell him, and what better way than through something he loved? ]

You weren’t entirely sure how you felt about this, but you were passionate when it came to your craft, and with times being as dark as they were, with the recent prison break which released dangerous villains including All For One. You were happy to return to Yuuei and help construct it into a robotic and mechanical wonder.

Of course, there was another reason you had agreed to help, and it was silly and maybe even selfish. You knew it was natural to feel connected to your teachers, but there was one that you had grown fond of when you were a student, and you were eager to see him again.

You had already planned to reveal how you felt about him using one of his favorite things and although you didn’t know how he would respond, that wouldn’t stop you from going through with it. In fact, you planned to see him as soon as you set foot through the doors of Yuuei High.

“I’m very happy you accepted the invitation, in dire times like these we could use all the help we can get,” Principal Nezu said with a smile, he was sitting at his desk with his paws pressed against the top of it. “I’m happy to help,” you replied, hoping he wouldn’t catch onto the fact you were getting antsy.

“As a former student, you’re already familiar with the layout of Yuuei and I’m sure you’ve heard of the support student that’s close to breaking the record you set,” you nodded. “Yes sir, I’m aware of that student. Mei Hatsume, was it?” you asked. “Mmhm,” he replied before climbing off his chair and walking over to you.

“Come, I’ll introduce you,” he motioned with one paw in the air. “Mm…” you frowned but followed him regardless. Your head turned back and forth, drowning in the sense of nostalgia. “The school hasn’t changed much,” you commented, feeling the excitement build the closer you got to the Department of Support.

“Perhaps not the interior, but we have changed several rules and regulations to ensure the safety of our students,” Nezu replied before stopping outside the entrance to the Development Studio. “Hey,” you said, leaning down to speak quietly into his ear.

“Where is Present Mic? I was kind of hoping to see him,” you admitted, growing slightly flushed. “Hm?” Nezu looked at you, noting the discoloration of your cheeks and while he had his suspicions, he decided to play it off. “That walk must have exhausted you,” he said with a shrug.

“Perhaps we can get some water after introducing you to Hatsume,” he suggested before proceeding to climb up your leg and to your shoulder. “To answer your earlier question, I’m afraid Present Mic is having a meeting with Eraserhead at the moment,” you frowned, although you should have assumed he’d be busy.

It was amazing that he was a hero, teacher, and DJ all in one. “Oh, right…” you said, folding your hands in front of you and turning your head slightly to look at the principal who was now laying over your shoulder. “I was just hoping to get the chance to talk to him, after what he said on the radio yesterday,” Nezu nodded.

“Yes, I’m very happy he was able to announce that Yuuei will soon become a shelter. We must protect the innocent and continue to prove that heroes are here,” you smiled. “Right,” with that, you opened the door and stepped inside the Development Studio.

The smell of rubber and metal scraps hit your nose, making your body instantly relax. “I missed how it smelled in here,” you commented under your breath. There were several students working, and some turned their heads in awe as you passed by. “I’m guessing they recognize me,” you said.

“Yes,” Nezu replied, “you were quite the outstanding student when you were here and many of our support department students continue to be inspired by your work,” a sense of pride filled you. To think you influenced so many to try their hardest was enlightening, but you were still eager to meet this, Mei Hatsume.

“Ah, there she is,” Nezu pointed to a young student with pink dreadlocks. She was dressed in black and had several smears across her skin, more than likely from a hard day's work of inventing. She was currently hunched over a desk, and you assumed she was making blueprints of some kind.

“Hm,” you raised your eyebrows and approached her, but just like you she was so lost in her work that she drowned everything else out. “Go on,” Nezu encouraged, and you slowly reached out to touch her shoulder. You jolted when she turned her head and noticed the exhausted expression on her face.

The intensity in her eyes also made you feel somewhat uneasy and for a moment, you wondered if this is how you looked to others. After all, you were known for working on your inventions nonstop and neglected your well-being at certain times. You hesitated, unsure of how to introduce yourself.

“Hatsume,” Nezu said, and you felt some relief when she turned her gaze onto him. “This is Y/n, I’d like for the two of you to assist each other with the latest Yuuei project,” he stated, still hanging comfortably over your shoulder.

“HM!?” Mei replied before shooting up from her seat and invading your personal space without care. “I’m going to beat your record!” she announced with a wide and slightly unsettling smile. “Is…is that so?” you replied, placing one hand on your hip. She nodded in response.

“Much like you, Hatsume has poured her heart and soul into every one of her inventions,” you were surprised to hear that. When you were a student, you believed you were the only one out of your classmates that held a true passion for support items.

“When one of her inventions happens to fail, she sees it as a learning opportunity,” you latched onto your lip. Yes, failure was to be expected in your field. But it took a special person to rise above failure and become better.

“Both of you are very skilled when it comes to creating support gear and do not give up even when the task seems impossible. That’s why I selected the two of you to head this project,” Nezu explained, ignoring your curious and bewildered stare.

You never thought much of your inventions when you were a student, but he was correct in saying that you never gave up. Even when one of your inventions went haywire, you buckled down and rebuilt it again and again until it was successful.

“I’m honored to be working with someone of such great skill and I…hope you achieve your dream of surpassing my record,” you said, bowing respectfully while also making sure the principal didn’t fall off your shoulder.

“I’m going back to my blueprints now, I probably won’t remember your name when you come back,” she said with a smile. You knitted your eyebrows, what did that mean? “Uh…right,” you said, resisting the urge to shrug your shoulders before you walked away. “She’s interesting,” you said entering the hallway.

“Yes, I’m more than certain many said the same thing about you during your time as a student,” he said, curling his stubby fingers into your shoulder. “Mm...probably,” you agreed and continued walking down the hall in silence.

“Hey…is Present Mic finished with his meeting?” you asked, hoping you didn’t sound too desperate. “Perhaps we can check the teacher’s lounge,” he replied, hovering his paw in the air indicating that the room was around the corner.

“I’m certain we can catch him before he leaves for his radio station,” a smile tugged at the corner of your lips. “Okay,” your stomach twisted, and butterflies climbed up to your throat. You could feel the rectangular-shaped gift you intended to give him moving slightly in your pocket and yet straining against the fabric of your pants.

You took a deep breath, hearing your heart pounding in your ears when you came to a stop in front of the door that led to the teacher’s lounge. Hesitantly lifting your hand, you grasped your fingers around the cool metal handle and turned it. The smell of coffee and office supplies hit your nose when you stepped inside.

Your eyes immediately fell on Toshinori, or as he was more known as “All Might” who was now a ghost of his former self. He stared at you with his intense blue eyes before speaking. “You must be Y/n, the former support student. I’ve heard a lot about you,” he said, maintaining a monotone expression.

“Oh, uh…” Nezu proceeded to climb down from your shoulder. “That’s correct, Y/n is here to help Hatsume with our latest project as planned,” you glanced at him before chuckling. “Uh…yeah! That’s what I’m here for…” you scratched the back of your head before shifting your gaze to the left of Toshinori to see Shota Aizawa.

While he wasn’t your teacher during your three years at Yuuei, you had run into him enough to feel comfortable greeting him. “Hi…Mr. Aizawa,” you said, giving a half-hearted wave. “Mm,” he responded, giving the slightest of head movements as if he were completely uninterested in chatting with you.

“Alright, y’all!” A loud and familiar voice echoed through the air, making you jump. Your head immediately jolted in the direction of the noise, and your heart skyrocketed when you caught sight of that black clothing and tall blond hair. Where did he come from!?

Your hands curled into your chest and although you didn’t realize it, you were holding your breath while you looked at him. The man that continued to steal your heart away. “I gotta jet like a little old rabbit late for tea, ya dig!?” he yelled, looking at his phone before turning to walk out the door.

He stopped dead and stumbled back when he realized someone was standing in the way, and it wasn’t just any old someone. It was you. He blinked a few times, and his signature shades slipped down the bridge of his nose.

A few moments of silence passed before he grinned like the Cheshire cat. “Well, what a sight for sore eyes!” he bellowed, immediately opening his arms with the intent to hug you. Your words became frozen in your throat, and your face grew hot when he pulled you against his chest.

The smell of leather and hair gel filled your nostrils and you hoped he didn’t feel your heart pounding in your chest. “Hm?” you felt some sadness when he grasped your shoulders and pulled away. “What brings this former kitty back to the city?” he questioned with that bright smile you missed so much.

“O-oh um…” your mind went blank, and you glanced away ignoring the cool air against your flushed cheeks. You parted your lips, noticing they were trembling. “I’ll explain once we’re out in the hall,” Nezu interjected, and you almost felt ashamed for forgetting that he was standing next to you.

Of course, that wasn't the current issue you were concerned with. “B-but I…” your fingers grazed along the outline of the gift in your pocket. You just wanted to give it to Hizashi already but maybe it would be better if you waited.

Reluctantly, you stepped to the side allowing Hizashi to follow Nezu out into the hallway. “They’ll be back, right?” you turned to look at Toshinori and Shota, waiting for one of them to speak but it seemed neither of them knew the answer, given the silence.

“I’m afraid I must apologize, I purposely avoided informing you that Y/n was coming back,” Nezu stated, looking up at Hizashi, who was currently raising his eyebrow. He cocked his head to one side, and his hands immediately began waving around like mad.

“That’s whacked! Why you keeping secrets from this DJ!?” he exclaimed, crisscrossing his arms over his chest. “Mm…” Nezu looked down, placing his hands behind his back. “I understand how distressed this must make you feel, but I assure you it was for a good reason,” he stated.

“I am not certain you were aware of how Y/n felt about you during their time here as a student,” Hizashi knitted his eyebrows, scratching the side of his temple. “Why you bringing up feels?” he questioned, yet again speaking more with his arms and hands than his actual words.

Nezu closed his eyes. “I see,” he replied, he didn’t believe Hizashi was intentionally oblivious to your feelings. He was kind and certainly paid attention to his students when needed. Perhaps the problem was the fact that he viewed you as a student and therefore the possibility of a student having feelings toward him did not enter his mind.

Nezu had his hopes that being a graduate and having been away from Hizashi would give you time to sort out your feelings and perhaps focus your mind on something else. But as soon as you mentioned wanting to see Hizashi he knew that the affection you felt was still there.

Now that you were no longer attending Yuuei he couldn’t interfere with whatever the two of you decided to do. “Just know that while they are here, I and the rest of the Yuuei staff support your decisions going forward,” he was purposely being vague. Hizashi needed to find out about your feelings for him on his own.

He turned to walk down the hall. “Now I suggest you speak to Y/n before you leave,” Hizashi frowned, somewhat unclear of what type of conversation he just had. Regardless, he needed to hurry. He couldn’t risk being late for his own radio show, but he also wanted the chance to speak to you.

He loved catching up with old students, even if you were technically a recent graduate, he missed the quirky words the two of you used to exchange and the silly things he'd do to make you laugh or giggle. It was a blessed sound to the DJ’s ears, and he wanted to hear it again…another day.

He reached into his pocket for his phone, looking at the time, and supposed he could spare a couple of minutes to speak to you before departing. After all, from what he understood you were going to be here for at least a few days, so a short conversation was certainly doable.

“Yeah, I interned at Detnerat after I graduated, creating lifestyle support items was an honor. But I missed the fast-paced action Yuuei used to bring to my life,” you finished explaining to Toshinori just before the door opened.

“Hm?” you looked over your shoulder, and your eyebrows immediately rose along with the pace of your heart. “Hey, how ya do!?” he exclaimed, moving his hands rapidly up and down. “Heh,” you smiled, despite those butterflies once again making your stomach twist.

“Mm…I guess I’ll leave you two be,” Toshinori said, walking back to his desk. “Huh?” you turned your head and waved at him. “Oh, uh thanks?” you closed your eyes, taking a deep breath before turning back to Hizashi whose eyes hadn’t left you.

“So heard you’re back helping with the techy tech project,” he said, crossing his arms and leaning against the wall next to the door with one of his feet pressed firmly against it. You latched onto your lip, forcing yourself to take a step toward him.

“Mmhm,” you nodded. “I’m here to help!” you said with a nervous chuckle. You needed to give him the gift, it was now or never! “Uh, so are you…heading to your studio now?” you placed your hands behind your back, tilting your head.

“I was kind of hoping to catch up, it’s been a while…” Hizashi frowned, “Yeah,” he agreed. “But it’s always nice to see students both old and new passing through these halls,” he gestured with his hand before letting his shoulders drop. “Um…” once again your fingers traced along the gift in your pocket.

“Before you…go can I uh…I mean…” Hizashi knitted his eyebrows, you weren’t usually a student that had trouble speaking. Wait...scratch that, you weren't a student anymore. Guess he'd have to get used to that. Anyways, you were a social butterfly, nonetheless.

“Ya having trouble speaking with that twisted tongue?” he teased, pointing his finger at you, and smiled when you giggled in response. “Shut up,” you replied, taking another breath. ‘Come on, you can do this!’ You reached into your pocket, finally pulling out the gift. It was wrapped in bright yellow paper with a small bow on top.

“I…wanted to give you this!” you said, holding it out to him. “Hm?” he blinked, allowing his shades to slide down the bridge of his nose. Was he surprised you had gotten him a gift? He reached out and unwrapped it with care, smiling when he finally saw what it was.

“I dig old-fashioned mixtapes!” he announced, holding the cassette between his thumb and forefinger. Of course, he appreciated all the music-related items before his time. But the mixtape wasn't actually a mixtape. Oh no. What was on that cassette was a confession of how you felt.

“Well, it’s not actually-” you stumbled back when he shoved the cassette in your face. “Thanks a bunch!” he exclaimed. “Oh uh, you’re welcome. Did you hear what I-” he pulled his hand back and tucked your gift into the front pocket of his jacket.

“I’ll listen to it at my studio!” that’s the only place he had the proper equipment to play it. “Wait…y-you’re going to listen to it in private right?” you had never been to his radio station, but you imagined that he had his own little private room or office where he could do whatever he wanted in peace.

“Sure thing!” he replied with a smile that made your heart race. He pulled out his phone and glanced at the screen. “Well, well, well…it’s time to jet!” he announced, waving you goodbye. “Heh…” you weakly returned the gesture before laying your hand on your chest.

You felt the soft thumping of your heart against your palm and closed your eyes. Regardless of what his reaction was when he heard your confession, you were willing to deal with the consequence. It had been years and your feelings hadn’t gone away, so now you had to face them before it was too late.

Not that heroes were known for pursuing romantic relationships. But you'd be lying if you said you didn't fear someone else taking Hizashi away from you. “Well…” you turned to Toshinori and Shota, who remained sitting at their desks.

“I think I’ll head back to the Development Studio. It was nice seeing you two again,” you said, bowing before leaving. You smiled as you sat at one of the provided desks, in front of you was the blueprint Mei had been working on earlier.

You were touching it up and adding any extra details you thought would be beneficial. Your phone was lying on the corner of the desk and a soft, upbeat song had just finished playing. “Alright, you cats and dogs!” came Hizashi’s voice soon after.

“Welcome back to Put Your Hands Up Radio! You know this DJ’s life is usually on the repeat button but today I exchanged words with an old student of mine!” You immediately leaned up, was he…yes! He was talking about you!

The smile that came to your face could outshine the sun itself. “That’s right, this DJ does more than just spit into this mic! But let’s get back to the subject at hand, this little old student of mine gave me a gift,” your smile lessened and you looked at your phone, somewhat dumbfounded.

“And I’d like to share it with all of you after the break! See y’all soon!” That smile shattered and panic washed over your features. “W-W-WHAT!?” Your scream echoed through the Development Studio, and frantic footsteps came seconds later.

“What’s the matter!?” your facial features remained twisted as if you had just seen a murder committed and when you turned your head to look at the individual who rushed to your aid. They flinched, “A-are you okay?” They stuttered out, growing more concerned when you turned your head back and stared at the wall.

“He’s going to play it…for everyone to hear,” you whispered, why didn’t he keep his word, and play it in private!? You curled your hands into tight fists and lowered your head. You needed to stop him! The unknown student stumbled when you ran past them and out into the hallway.

You didn’t care who was around, you were on a mission. As you rounded the corner that led to the glorious front door, you stopped short and the sound of your shoes squeaking against the floor filled the air. “Huh?” you blinked, surprised to see Nezu smiling at you, and next to him was Shota.

“Heading somewhere?” he asked, causing a chill down your spine. You stared at him before clenching your fists. You sunk your teeth into your bottom lip and lowered your head, you didn’t have time for this. “I need to go,” you said through your teeth.

“Mm…” Nezu closed his eyes, “I am well aware,” he replied. “That is why I asked Eraserhead to join me, we will help you get to Present Mic’s studio,” you knew you were supposed to take that as good news, but instead your chest felt heavy, and you frowned.

“Do…do you know how I…” you were almost too afraid to ask, but Nezu nodded. “I’m afraid I’ve known how you’ve felt about him for quite some time,” your jaw dropped, and you felt...exposed. Violated even. Nezu knew, but didn't say or do anything about it?

“While Yuuei has strict guidelines regarding romantic or otherwise relationships. I know that we cannot stop the feelings of the heart and you are no longer a student here, so you may pursue him,” your eyes softened, and your throat felt tight. How were you supposed to respond to that?

“But I’m afraid if he were to share the gift you gave him with the public, it may cause bad publicity for Yuuei,” you frowned, ah so that’s why they wanted to help. “Let’s get going,” Shota said, “We don’t have much time, and Yamada isn’t always patient when it comes to his work,” he noted, walking out the door.

You looked at Nezu before following Shota’s lead. The sound of dull traffic almost distracted you from your paranoid thoughts as did looking out the window, watching the world pass by in a blur. You were sitting in the back, with your hands folded in your lap.

“Are…are we going to make it there before he…” Nezu turned in his seat. “Given your circumstances, I ensured that precautions were set in place. I have already informed the studio you will be paying a visit. That should gain us enough time to get there before he proceeds to do anything further,” you hoped for his sake, he was right.

“Alright folks we’re back!” came Hizashi’s voice from the car radio, Shota had put it on believing it would help lessen your uneasiness, but instead you tensed up. “As promised, this DJ’s gonna play the savory licks provided by that old student of mine!” Your breath hitched.

“Huh?” There was a moment of silence and static filled the air. “Is that right!? Well, how ya do!? That old student of mine is gonna drop by the studio any moment, guess we’ll have to wait to see what’s on this tape!” You clasped your hand over your chest, somewhat relieved for the moment.

When you finally arrived, you scrambled out of the car and rushed past the large glass doors of the radio station. Everyone that was cluttered in the lobby flinched when you came to a sudden stop in front of the receptionist's desk, she looked at you bewildered before hesitantly asking if she could help you.

“I…I’m here to see Present Mic! I’m the old student he was talking about!” The words left your mouth in a quick and panicked fashion, but you ignored the look of concern across the woman’s face. “Mm,” she reached for the phone and pressed an unknown button, you assumed she was calling the recording studio to confirm your arrival.

“Yes, they’re here. I’ll send them up,” with that she hung up and stood from her desk. “Go around the corner to the elevator, hit the top floor button and you’ll find yourself in the recording studio,” she instructed, and your lip quivered before you thanked her and rushed to the elevator.

You wiggled your legs back and forth, growing more impatient with each passing second. When the doors finally opened again, you walked into a large room with several monitors and a large piece of equipment that looked as though it were used to mix sounds together.

There was a large glass window that led into a smaller room where you could see Hizashi speaking into a microphone, and you noticed the “On-Air” sign was glowing red. “Hey,” A young girl greeted you. She had short, dark purple hair with the most unusual-looking earlobes which extended down and formed earphone jacks.

She was dressed in a purple and black striped top with a long, black-sleeved cardigan. She was also wearing black denim shorts with fishnet stockings and combat boots. You blinked. "Oh...hey," you said, feeling your curiosity rise, "a-are you an intern?"

She smiled, placing one hand on her hip before shaking her head. "Nah," she replied. "I just volunteer here sometimes," you knitted your eyebrows. "Volunteer? So...are you close to...Present Mic?" you asked, feeling jealousy swell in your heart.

She tilted her head and her lips pressed out into a thin line as if she didn't understand your question. "Close?" she repeated before shrugging. "He's just one of my teachers," she said, waving her hand lightly through the air. "Teacher? Wait...so you're one of his students?" you asked, and she nodded.

"Kyoka Jirou's my name, and you're the old student that was due to arrive," she said, and you glanced to the side, feeling ashamed for almost letting your jealousy get the better of you. "I'll tell him you're here," she said, walking toward the door that led into the recording room.

She knocked before stepping inside. “Your old student is here,” she said casually poking her head through the door. Hizashi smiled, “Ya hear that folks?! Our special guest has arrived!” he shouted into the mic, moving his hands rapidly through the air.

Kyoka rolled her eyes before motioning you over. “Uh heh…” you forced a smile when you walked into the recording room. ‘Damn it, what am I even supposed to do now?!’ you frantically thought, hearing Kyoka close the door behind you.

‘If I tell him OVER AIR that I don’t want him playing that cassette then it might cause an argument or make him look bad or something!’ Not that Hizashi was the type to argue, but he did like causing a scene and you knew that he was intent on sharing what he believed was a simple mixtape to his listeners.

“Pop a squat!” he said, pointing at the stool next to him. “I was just about to play this tapey tape you gave me! That’s right listeners, it’s finally time!” The wave of panic from earlier washed over you and before you could register your actions, you reached out with the intent of snatching the cassette away from him.

“Whoa! What’s the matter there? Caught a case of the shy bug?!” he teased, blocking your arms from reaching the cassette tape he was now holding above his head. You growled, cursing your short stature. Okay, it was clear he wasn't going to give the tape up and despite the “On Air” sign clearly still lit, you needed to address this problem.

“I…I thought you said you were going to play it in private!” you pouted in hopes that he’d give in to what you wanted. The door of the recording room opened. “Hm?” he scratched his head. “Did I? Well, what can I say? This DJ has a short memory!” he announced before turning to Kyoka.

“Here!” he handed her the cassette. “Go play this!” he politely ordered, and Kyoka looked at you, raising her eyebrow when you held your hands up and violently shook your head. Were you embarrassed to share the songs you picked out for Present Mic?

She shrugged and turned to leave. “W-what, no!” you exclaimed, attempting to rush past Hizashi and grab her. But much like any trained hero, his reaction was quick, and he pulled you back. “Ah!” you kicked your feet, wiggling in his grip.

“What’s gotten into you?” he asked, he had never seen you like this before, and he wasn't about to let you attack another student. “Mm…” he frowned, tightening his grip as you grew more aggravated. He had been a teacher for years, and there was one-way Yuuei handled rowdy students.

“Cool it!” he shouted, using his quirk at the lowest possible frequency but it was still enough to make your ears ring and you clenched the sides of your head with a painful hiss. “Come on…” he said, guiding you to sit down. “N-no wait…” your voice was weak, but that didn’t stop you from laying a hand on his chest.

“T-the cassette isn’t a-” Your words were drowned out when Kyoka's voice echoed through a speaker that you assumed was on the ceiling of the recording room. “I'm going to play the tape now,” she said, and you held your breath when a soft ‘click’ sounded and your voice came through.

It sounded scratchy and slightly low quality, but that was to be expected. “Present Mic” Your hands curled into the front of his jacket, and you could only stand there helplessly. “I wasn’t myself when I first met you…wasn’t the person I wanted you to see me as. I wanted to be better for you,” This definitely wasn't you being better.

“All those long days sitting in your class, admiring you from afar only did so much and I remember getting so jealous when you paid attention to other students because…I wanted your eyes on me only,” Now the whole world would have their eyes on you.

“But I also wanted you to see me as something more than just your student. I knew it was wrong, the way I felt about you back then but…when is love ever right?” Your face was scolding hot, and your heart sank all the way to your stomach which was turning so fast, you felt nauseous.

You wanted to squeeze your eyes shut and open them to realize this was all a dream. But no, this was the reality of your actions. Nezu frowned, continuing to listen to the radio and your confession. He shook his head, almost as if he were disappointed.

“My, what a predicament this will cause,” he commented before Shota groaned. He turned to look at the man who had his hand pressed against his face, perhaps frustrated or embarrassed. “This won’t bode well for Yuuei’s reputation,” he said.

Then again with the way things were heading, heroes might not be seen in the same light they once were. You latched onto your lip, sinking your teeth so deep into the soft flesh it was likely to bleed. You didn’t want to look at Hizashi, too afraid of what you’d see but you needed to. Hesitantly you lifted your head and grimaced.

His eyebrows were lowered and knitted together. His eyes held a distant look, and his mouth was hanging open, at a loss for words. Your confession regarding how you felt for the voice hero was out there. Everyone in Japan had heard it and more than likely this would be the latest scoop in gossip-related hero news.

Your hands curled tighter into his leather jacket, desperate for his attention, for him to look at you even. “I-I’m so sorry I didn’t m-mean to…” you clenched your jaw, muffling the sound of a hiccup. Hot angry tears were rolling down your cheeks, was an apology enough?

Should you even apologize for telling him how you felt? You loved him, and that wasn’t wrong no matter what anyone said. “C-can you please just look at me, I-” You turned when the door was smashed open, hitting the opposite wall, and leaving a few cracks.

You shivered when your eyes came to rest on Shota whose hair was already standing on end and his eyes glowing red. All rational thought (Or what was left after what had just happened) to step away from Hizashi was ignored even as Shota approached and grabbed your arm. “We need to go,” he snarled, pulling you with all his strength.

“Huh?” Hizashi’s eyes softened, and he turned just in time to see Shota dragging you toward the now broken-looking door. His legs bent, and for once in his life he was hesitant. His instinct to want to protect you, even from his best friend, was strong and if you really loved him, he couldn’t ignore you or let anyone hurt you.

Not that he would, even if this situation was different, all he knew at this moment was that he needed you. Right here, right now. “Aizawa!” he shouted, scrambling to lay his hand on the man’s shoulder and making sure his fingers had a secure grip. A moment of silence filled the air. “What?” Shota responded, clearly irritated.

“Keep it cool man,” Hizashi said with a scowl. The two of them looked at each other, as if they understood what the other wanted and after a few seconds Shota sighed. “I expect them back at Yuuei,” with that, he released his hold on you and walked out of the room. You swallowed hard, finding that your throat felt tight.

“P-Present Mic I-” he shoved a finger in your face, successfully silencing you. The “On Air” sign was darkened, and he wouldn’t be returning from commercial break. He looked up, noticing that everyone, including Kyoka, was gone. Shota must have scared them away but at least you and he had privacy to talk.

He looked at you, his eyebrows still lowered. He sighed, pressing a hand to his forehead. How was he going to address this? “Mm…” you frowned when you heard him sigh, that couldn’t be good. Your stomach was yet again twisted, and you wished those butterflies would go away and that the floor would swallow you.

“This could have been a serious issue ya know,” he said with the corner of his lip turned up in a snarl and his hands grasping his hips. You looked at him in disbelief, could have been a serious issue? It was a serious issue!

“I…” you couldn’t think of anything to say in response, your mind was blank, or maybe you were still mortified over what happened. He should have known this is what Nezu meant. Yeah, he wasn’t aware of how you felt about him.

Then again, he did notice your glance and the way you’d stare at him when you were a student. He assumed it was nothing or that maybe it was just admiration. After all, heroes were looked up to. But guess he was wrong and now he and the whole world knew how you felt about him.

“Mm…” he leaned back, turning his head to look at the wall while rubbing the back of his neck. “I think I deserve an explanation for all of this,” he said, crossing his arms and turning back to look at you, “and the way you acted earlier, that was so not dope,” he added.

“Ah…” your jaw hung open, and you took a step back, but the scowl on Hizashi’s face told you that if you tried moving any further, he’d unleash his voice and possibly temporarily paralyze you. “Well…I,” you twiddled your thumbs together, glancing away from him.

Your eyes felt a little irritated from earlier, and you sniffled. “You…you said you’d…play it in private,” you muttered the last part. “Hm?” he blinked and pointed a finger at you. “Why you bringing that up again, yo!?” he shouted and you paused, shifting your gaze back to him.

“Why did you want to play it for the whole world!?” you shouted back, making him sigh. He brought his hand up and dragged it against his face in frustration, he didn’t want to argue with you. But in truth, he did have a reason for wanting to play the cassette over the air.

Granted, he was under the impression that it was nothing more than a mixtape. He clenched his jaw, tightening his hands into fists. “There ain’t nothing wrong with sharing!” he shouted again, making you frown in response.

“Sharing?” you repeated, and Hizashi crossed his arms, turning away from you. “I ain’t about repeating myself, and…this cat doesn’t share his feelings that well, but…” he paused, glancing back and forth before once again looking at you.

He dropped his arms and hesitantly approached you. That look of confusion and uncertainty across your face somewhat killed him, but it quickly turned into awe when he reached up to take his signature shades off, revealing his green-yellow eyes and unique-looking pupils.

It was strange how exposed he felt and yet, in a strange way he was comforted because he was in your presence. “It took bravery to spit those words onto tape,” he admitted. You pressed your lips together, nodding in agreement.

“I…just wanted you to listen to it in private, even if you rejected me I just…” your words faded, and you found yourself getting lost in his eyes. The scent of leather invaded your nostrils when he stepped closer, and his fingers ghosted over the skin of your arms, trailing upward to your shoulders.

You shivered at his touch, and he paused briefly before resting one hand on your shoulder and laying his opposite on your cheek. The silky and smooth feeling of his leather glove against your skin was so welcoming and you reached up, allowing your fingers to slip between his.

The two of you exchanged another glance before Hizashi leaned forward, and for a split second, you panicked, not sure what to do. So, you remained still, closing your eyes when you felt the butterfly touch of his lips against yours, accompanied by the slight tickle from his mustache.

Your hands came up, curling into the front of his jacket like earlier. You leaned forward with the intention of deepening the kiss, but Hizashi leaned away slightly flustered and out of breath. He never knew that something as simple as a kiss could cause this reaction in him, but he was always so focused on his work.

He never had time for a relationship with his busy schedule, hell he never even had time to daydream about romance. But all at once you came crashing back into his life declaring your love for him and yet, he couldn't help but ask if this was right. Was he willing to go down this path with an old student?

The way you were looking at him, your eyes so full of love and yet hurt because he pulled away. He frowned, “It’s not wrong to like someone! This DJ’s just stunned I’m the one where your heart belongs!” he explained, pulling his hands away from you to move them rapidly through the air as he usually did when he spoke.

Your lips tingled, and you swore your bottom one was trembling but whether that was an aftereffect of the kiss or your nerves wasn’t known now. “D-do you…are you okay with my feelings toward you?” if he kissed you that must mean something, right?

“Well…” he turned, scratching his cheek. “It might be wrong in the face of society, but those cats could use a cool down! As for the heat Yuuei might bring, it’ll die down eventually! I wouldn’t mind taking this romance on a trial run, ya dig?!” he grinned and wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you close.

“Uh…” you were a little stunned. “Is…that a yes?” you asked, feeling your heart race when he nodded in response. “Now hows about returning you to Yuuei!? Aizawa is expecting you!” he exclaimed, slipping his shades back on before wrapping his arm around your shoulders.

“Hm, oh right…” you replied, feeling somewhat disappointed as Hizashi guided you out of the room. “Oh, and one more thing,” he said just prior to stepping into the elevator. “Sorry for embarrassing you. But hey, it was great publicity for Put Your Hands Up Radio!” he cried out, lifting his arms into the air.

Guess publicity could be both good and bad. “Okay...” you said, knowing that he was right. Nothing about the way you felt was wrong, and you looked forward to being with the one you had loved since arriving at Yuuei all those years ago.

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@baeksseju OKAY SO yesterday morning i forgot to set my alarm clock and woke up at 7:48am instead of… 6:30am KFKSKDKSKSSK and that was MY BAD like i didn’t know and i still don’t know whether i set an alarm or not or if i just forgot like i tend to do. anyway. im gonna call my friend P and my other friend S. so every monday and wednesday morning at 8:30am we have our sociolinguistics class. P & S (whoever of them comes first) (its almost never me) get there and save us the same 3 corner seats in the second last row. i always get the corner most seat bc im the latest one usually UM ANYWAY

so this girl we know from this random amalgamation of people who we hung out with for like 1-2 weeks at the start of the semester started like FUCKING loving P bc like P is really funny and talks shit about people they hate and never replies to messages for several hours (unless its me or her bf or one of our other real friends) <- my theory that these people have anxious attachment style and P ignoring them only makes them want her MORE

P is also kind of a people pleaser in the sense that she’s a fake bitch (HER WORDS ❤️) and even if she dislikes u or hates u or talks mad shit about you YOU WONT FUCKING KNOW BC SHE’LL STILL ACT LIKE UR BEST FRIEND WHEN SHES FORCED TO INTERACT whereas well. i mean in real life at least. the SECOND i start disliking someone… you’ll usually know. WHICH IS A PROBLEM BC THIS ONE GIRL WHO RECENTLY BECAME GIRL I WANNA FUCKING MURDER #1 ON MY HIT LIST. became. convinced. that i fucking hated her. and she was right! but P was working w her on two projects so i had to pretend i didn’t 😭😭 anyway i dodged her attempts to have lunch w me last friday and she hasn’t texted me since. AND we have a theory that C <- codename for my most hated girl in school <- u will feel genuinely murderous if you find out why. Like. KNOWS? we don’t like her anymore? and only communicates w us for school stuff?

BUT THIS OTHER GIRL IN THEIR FRIEND GROUP FOR THE SEMESTER (i genuinely think they will all stop being friends the moment they don’t have classes together) -> lets call her A . like. LOVES P now? so back to what actually happened. SHE WALKED INTO CLASS AT 8:35AM AND FUCKING SAT IN MY SEAT.

when she KNOWS that seat is saved for me.

and well. P and I have this ongoing joke that she’s the fake bitch and i have the biggest fucking balls ever because. i just fucking. say crazy daring shit sometimes. and this other enemy we have, B (trust me she is SO bad that her entire cohort in her year above us GOT HER KICKED OUT OF A CLASS BECAUSE OF HOW AWFUL SHE WAS) got like intimidated by me during a zoom call bc she was bored and started running everything we were all writing through GRAMMARLY when we werent even done writing our part on this PEER REVIEW ASSIGNMENT about another group. and it pissed me off so i told her ‘hey is it okay if you don’t edit my work until i’m done with it? sorry, it’s distracting’ and well she didn’t edit my work at all after that and sounded scared when she talked to me KFKSKD i mean i was TRYING to be nice but well IDK

anyway. because of P’s tiny balls. and also because it all happened so fast. and also because I WASNT THERE TO DEFEND MY FUCKING SEAT. and the fact that i was gonna be so abysmally late there was no point in saving me a seat. P couldn’t really do anything to stop her

BUT DID A KNOW THAT? NO SHE FUCKING DIDNT. i could’ve been there a minute later and i wouldn’t have had A FUCKING SEAT. I DIDNT NEED IT BUT ITS THE PRINCIPLE OF THE MATTER .

SO. A started PEEKING AT P’S LAPTOP. and was like who’re u texting?? (me) who’s the trio?? (me S & P) and when she found out P was texting me she smirked and was like ‘tell michelle im sitting in her seat’ and so P texted me that HOPING id get the hint that A was watching (I DID THANKFULLY) and i was like WHAT THE FUCK but i hope you realize the back is BETTER than the front

moving on. A’s reasoning for sitting in my seat was that C sat TOO up front (IT WAS LITERALLY ONE ROW IN FRONT OF WHERE THEY ALLEGEDLY USUALLY SIT ?) and that was like too much for her to handle apparently. anyway. P and C had to consult w the professor for a panel discussion they have to lead on wednesday. so A was like come look for us after for lunch!! <- we didn’t. but does A take the hint? NO! even C had the mind to walk away after the consultation instead of trying to join me P and S. which i now realize. is so. Salt and Pepper. ANYWAY. A keeps texting P!!!! and fucking telling her to sit with her during the next class??????

oh. we have another friend. his name is H. i met him in a cursed group project last year and he saved me during summer when i got sick and missed classes. he’s really sweet and i hope he’s always my friend. ANYWAY. he was gone during all this because his sociolinguistic project group (which B is INNNNNN JFC) insisted on them all eating lunch together. and before they left P was talking to H and B saw and was like Um… are u close to P? during the lunch. and he was like yeah i am what about it. oh right y’all are in a group project for another class right? and B was like yeah… ig P and michelle are kind of hard to work with… like we were supposed to be doing an assignment and they were playing games in class :/ -> WE WEREN’T. also. WE WERE DONE??? WITH WHAT WE NEEDED TO DO? AND THE ASSIGNMENT WAS FARRRRR FROM BEING DUE and i told them. i wasn’t gonna do anything else in class that day because i had a huge test and i was really sleep deprived so any work i did wouldn’t be good. and EVERYONE ELSE WAS FINE WITH THAT. BUT HER????? she claimed to be ‘90% done’ with her bit by the end of class. mf i don’t trust the quality of ur fucking work 😭😭 and finding she was only in our class bc everyone else in the year hated her so much she got HELD BACK was fucking vindicating. like she does fucking nothing but get upset that her non-existent ideas don’t get used only to act like she does everything (WHEN SHE DOESN’T)… other groups in our class were TERRIFIED to get paired w our group for the peer review assigmment BC THEY ALL FUCKING HATE HER

anyway. KFKSKDKSKDKD. we meet H in our second class of the day. we saved a seat for him as we usually do. BUT IT WAS ALSO. ME AND P’S PLAN. to fucking. get seats in the back hidden by a pillar. SO WE DIDNT HAVE TO SIT WITH A. anyway i said ok im gonna be on ur left we are gonna put H on yr right so EVEN IF A MOVES SHE CANT DO SHIT. eventually. A realizes we r all the way at the back and she’s like WTF ARE U DOING THERE? COME HERE? and P had to start fake bitching and wave over and gesture that they should move to US

A starts DMing P. and sends her a video message (a thing on telegram) where her and this other girl r jamming to some song the professor’s playing in class. and P is like oh god… we have to send one back. and she’s like. michelle. you have to fake bitch with me. and i start fake crying and i go I DONT WANNA ☹️☹️☹️ and she’s like YOU HAVE TO… WE NEED TO FAKE BITCH BACK… and i was like okay :(((( and so we sent one back. AND THEY SENT BACK ANOTHER MESSAGE ??? so P was like ok nvm fuck this im not sending another back fuck u

after class. P’s granddad is picking us up (P asked me if i wanted to come with and i was like SURE) and we bump into the girls and A is like . WEIRDLY TOUCHY with P. and im like ????? bc even i don’t touch P like that 😭😭 and we were like um haha bye maybe we’ll sit together in class next time ! and me and P got into the lift WHICH THANKFULLY NO ONE FOLLOWED US INTO. and we were like WHAT THE FUCKKKKK and started pointing middle fingers at her (we are 12) and so we get into the car and i WIND UP HANGING OUT AT HER HOUSE ALL DAY

this is um. the third time ive been there? and today her mom was home and this is the first time im meeting her mom (who LOVES me btw. her grandparents love me too. IM EXCELLENT AT MAKING OLD PEOPLE LOVE ME. or well. old chinese people. im a lot better at P at speaking chinese which helps???? IG???? idk they think me and P are very similar and that im very cute)

the whole time im at P’s house vibing she gets texts from A and well P accidentally told A that theres a test tomorrow (IN 30 MINUTES BABY) its just a small quiz tbh but A was like OMG DO U WANNA STUDY WITH ME????? so P ignored her texts because SHE WOULD RATHER DIE and anyway P walked me to the bus at like 9 something at night… and A asked P for her discord… so P told her but didn’t add her to P’s private server (which im in) and she used her boyfriend as an excuse for not being able to call her <- when i got home me P and her bf hopped into VC together

OH YEAH. UM. P CONVINCED ME TO GO ON A VACATION W HER. AFTER THE SEMESTER ENDS. her bf and we had a bit all day where like bc i was at her house he was like WTF ARE U CHEATING ON ME… and then sent like clown memes fkdkfkskdksdk like he was a clown etc… so i was like im gonna start threatening to fuck u to keep him in line (he lives in malaysia where we are going) MOVING ON. im going for essentially 2 weeks and P’s going for like 3 and afterwards she’s coming back w her bf and we’re gonna hang out AGAIN (we have a dinner reservation together in DECEMBER) <- i booked a ticket next to her and everything

so A in in a discord w C and they have facecams on?,? for some reason. and P claims she has to help her bf w homework bc its due tomorrow (HAHAHAHAHAH) and A gets annoyed and is like… why do you care??? why do u have to help him???? and P is like ???? bc i love him…????? and i was like WTFFFFF hearing this in VC (bc i was showering while it happened) and i told her bf u think i wanna steal ur girl??? she wants to STEAL ur girl from me AND you And he was like wtffffffff WTFFFDDD anyway un

THATS ALL ill give more updates if any of you wanna hear more??? LMAOOOOO IVE BEEN NOT REPLYING TO P THIS ENTIRE TOME IVE BEEN TYPIG THIS OUT BC I WANTED TO PUT IT SOMEWHWRE IN CASE ANOTHER FRIEND WANTS TO KNOW FJSKDKSKDJSJD its very messy . BYE

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worldscollidinginone · 2 months

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Prelude

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Zindagi bari ajeeb cheez hai. Kabhi humko bohot khushiyan mil jati hai aur kabhi ghum. Kabhi humko itna pyaar mil jata hai ki hum khud ko sambhal nahi pate, aur kabhi ek pal ka pyaar bhi nahi milta.

I felt pain two times: When my parents died and when I had to leave Aman.

Dad's last wish was that I should complete my university degree. It was not heartfelt. I could feel it. Do you want to know why? Because I was a girl. He wanted a son, not a daughter. So, in my entire childhood, I kept craving for Dad's love and affection, to the point that I just gave up on him. There was no hope.

Mum's last wish was the one that I tried to follow: Don't hurt yourself. Keep loving others, but most importantly keep loving yourself. Don't hate your father just because he didn't care for you. You know how he is. And try to forgive Aman. He never wanted to hurt you. He loved you like a lunatic. Don't hurt him.

My brother was incredibly young when that happened. So, everything fell on me. My entire life got destroyed after that. I sent my brother to a boarding school. I could not bear the fact he should see me weak, heartbroken. I used to tell him that I was the kind of woman who never felt pain. I just would not react. After I lost my parents, I felt as there was no reason for me to live, so I started taking cocaine and THAT was the worst phase of my life.

One day, I came home drunk, and I slapped my brother for not giving me cocaine. I then understood how helpless I became because of it, and I wanted to hug him and started crying, but he stopped me saying that my sister would never feel weak. She is a wonder woman. I want to meet and be with my sister, not a drug addict. That hit me.

From then on, I stopped taking drugs. I went to a rehabilitation centre, so I could be with him. He used to stay in a hostel at that point. The next thing I know is that he's going apply to become an army officer. He's all grown up to be a very fine young man... I am proud of him. Now I must start to find a nice bride for him.

I sent him an email with some pictures of the girls he might want to consider dating... and he replied to me with a picture of our family: my mom, my dad, him and me. What struck me the most, was that he also included a picture of Aman in the email. I broke down looking at his picture. He'd written a request: he wanted me to write a story about Aman and me. I clearly said no to him because this is very personal. He was the only guy I truly loved in my entire life, and I don't want anyone to judge him or our love for each other.

After he died, everyone wanted me to get married, so that I forget what happened, at least for a while. I did not want to. Forgetting Aman would be a torture for me. And I kept explaining to them that I love Aman. He promised me that he will come back soon. He'll never leave my side; then why should I leave his? I want to die remembering the beautiful smile that he had. I want to remember him loving me. I want to remember him in every single moment in my life. I just want to live to be only his.

The day I started writing my story was when it was Aman's twelfth death anniversary. I couldn't hold it anymore. When I saw Naina with Rohit coming, I ran towards Naina and broke down. I couldn't believe that Aman left me. It has been 12 years since Aman died and then I remembered that Naina was in love with him.

Then Naina spoke: "It's true. I could not have loved Aman the way you love him. I would have committed suicide if I were you. But you, you are still alive and making sure that everyone is ok, just like the way he wanted you to be before he left you. He told me to give you something that will probably remind you of him."

Then she took out a pair of anklets that I liked in a store years ago and there was a piece of paper which read: Priya, I love you, I love you very much. I will always love you till the end of time. I wanted to ask you a question, but I never had the guts to tell you: WILL YOU MARRY ME? I broke down and I was reliving the memories I spent with him. Again.

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yayo89sblog · 8 months

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The day I met you

The arrival

It was a warm summer day when I arrived in the new city with my mother Chloe and my sister Celine. We moved because my mother and father divorced. It hurt her so much that she couldn't stand it there anymore. Well, we're exhausted from the trip because we've been on the road for a few hours. My mother Chloe opened the door to our new house. The first impression I had was oh man, where did I end up here. But, being the optimist of the family, I was open to this new chapter in our lives. I immediately went to my room where I put my things down. I shouted from above, Mom, all my things aren't there yet. My mother said she would take care of it. I fell into bed broken and fell asleep immediately.

The first day

A new day begins and the alarm went off at 6:15 in the morning. I got up, rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and went to the bathroom. I brushed my teeth and washed my face. I was still completely half asleep. I went downstairs and there was my mother sitting with her coffee. The kitchen smelled of fresh bread rolls. My mother had already set the breakfast table and said to me: “Well, did you sleep well?” I replied yes, it's okay, I'm just a little tired. She asked me if I had dreamed something and told me the first thing you dream about in your new home should come true. To that I only replied that it remains a secret!

Slowly it tramples from above, oh I said Celine is already awake! You have to know Celine is a real morning person. Just don't start conversations with her until she's had her first coffee. So she joined me and my mother. My mother was about to wish her good morning but immediately stopped. And Tyler, what are you planning to do after school today? Mom asked me and I answered, I can't tell you yet, we're new in this city, I don't know my way around here yet, but maybe I'll go explore the city by bike.

In the meantime I looked at the clock and noticed that it was really late and we had to get ready for school. I shot up as if I had been bitten by a tarantula. Went to my room and put on clean clothes because I still had my comfortable pants on and my shirt with which I slept. I said goodbye and wished my mother a nice day and that we would see each other in the evening for dinner. I was riding my bike to school when suddenly a car came around the corner and almost hit me. I shouted after you: Don't you have eyes in your head? But, I quickly noticed there was no response. I had to pause for a moment to compose myself again. I continued on my way after a short while. When I arrived at school I immediately noticed this one car and thought to myself that it was the same car that almost ran me over. I asked a girl who was standing close to the car if she knew who this car belonged to. She turned around, looked at me and turned away again. I just thought to myself, is everyone here as friendly as this girl? Was she having a bad day why she didn't answer me or is that how people greet strangers in the city? Well I didn't want to worry about this girl anymore and made my way to my classroom. When I arrived in the classroom, I suddenly felt sick from excitement and nervousness and almost vomited. But, luckily I was able to keep it inside. The bell rang and everyone knew class was starting. The teacher entered the classroom looked around and I immediately caught his eye. He called me to the front and introduced me to the entire class. This is Tyler Adams. I would have preferred to sink deep into the ground. I stretched and greeted the class. I looked around once and I noticed this one girl, she was the same girl who stared at me in the school parking lot and ignored me. Great, now I'm in the same class with someone like that. Great, I thought. Well, it could really be that she is having a bad day. I sat down at my assigned seat and asked my table neighbor who this girl was. He replied that's what you want to know? I said yes, I want that. This is Frankie Muñez, he murmured. My gaze now went to the window. I thought about Frankie Muñez for a while. She had long brown hair, was slim and wore a leather jacket with a white shirt that said don't waste my time! It's no surprise to me that she ignored me.

After ninety minutes, the school bell rang for the first break. I packed my books in my backpack and rushed to take a well-deserved break. I was standing at the water dispenser and then Frankie came around the corner and looked me over a second time, but this time it was different because now she winked at me. I thought to myself should I be happy that she noticed me after all or what can I imagine by that now. Hmm Frankie seems to be a mystery to himself. I was about to go to the bathroom when another student accidentally saw me and knocked me over. I fell on my butt like Garland and everyone started laughing. He reached out his hand and helped me up. Oh sorry that wasn't on purpose he said, I just said don't worry it can happen. He was about to introduce himself, but I blocked that out at that moment because I really wanted to go to the bathroom before the next class started. In the classroom, all I could think of was my behavior wasn't right it wasn't nice of me as it was an accident and not intentional. I decided to look for him in the next break to apologize to him. Now I followed the lesson attentively and never let my mind wander. Then the bell rang for the second break, but this time I left my things on my table and didn't even put them in my backpack. I immediately went in search of him. I found him relatively quickly. He stood with a couple of the guys joking around. I stood there for quite a while, it was probably five or ten minutes before I was man enough to have the guy talk to him. Hey I said I'm Tyler Adams and I wanted to apologize to you earlier for not letting you get a chance to speak. He looked at me questioningly and in return asked why I was apologizing. Well, you wanted to introduce yourself, but I blocked any conversation with you because I wanted to use the bathroom. He replied oh don't worry and by the way I'm Cole. Nice to meet you Tyler as is Cole.

On it went to the final sprint the last hours were on. I really had to pull myself together so that I could continue to follow the lessons attentively. After these eventful hours, I was a bit shaky. After a while, the teacher said pack your things and we'll move the last hour outside. Everyone cheered and said you are the best teacher Mr. Conrad. The sun was shining and everyone gathered in a circle. Mr. Conrad made sure that everyone from the class was actually present and that no student was lost. That took about five minutes. Slowly it got restless and Mr. Conrad said come on pull yourself together you'll soon make it for today. Half an hour later Mr. Conrad dismissed us for the day and we were out of school. I was about to leave when Cole was already waiting there and whistled at me. I went and asked myself what does he want from me? Cole asked: And how was the first day? I asked how do you know this is my first day of school? He replied I'm in your parallel class and I know all the people in your class! Well great I answered. He just said don't worry and then asked me what I'm up to now. I said that I would like to see the city and he asked me to show you the city? Sure that would be cool! Well, you would have to, but wait, because I still have a lesson. Ok I replied, I'll wait for you in the cafeteria.

Forty-five minutes later Cole was in the cafeteria and we headed into town together. He showed me all his favorite places and told me a little story about each favorite place. I listened to him attentively without interrupting him and wondered what he must be thinking that I didn't question him at all. Just hearing and listening to the sound of his voice filled me with joy at that moment. After we arrived at his favorite place he said only here he had never taken anyone with him. Should I be flattered now? I thanked Cole for being such a good tour guide for me and I was about to ask if we wanted to go out for a drink, only he was quicker and asked me instead. Sure, of course! I invite you !

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purplesurveys · 10 months

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1. Think back to the last time (or a time) when you were in a fight with someone and just blurted out exactly what was on your mind. Did you somewhat regret saying what you said? What happened?: No. My mom had been short with me the whole day, going below the belt with her remarks and all, and she had hit my last straw; I feel like I deserved to bite back at that point as I stayed quiet that entire day. Nothing happened as I also went back to my room to calm down for the rest of the night.

2. Towards the end of your last relationship, how did you know it was over? How did you and your significant other change towards eachother? (ex. not calling each other babe, baby, etc.): She was already out of it the final weeks. The replies were getting more and more half-assed and the effort was nonexistent. In the end she went ahead to say she didn’t love me anymore, which is as big and loud a sign as it gets, so I just stopped fighting for it and agreed to break up. After breaking up, she also never ever talked to me anymore and while I didn’t get the hint at first, I made the choice to start letting go of the relationship (not just the romantic sense but like our whole friendship) as a New Year’s resolution. Midnight of January 1st 2021 I blocked her everywhere and started life on a new, blank, crisp slate. It was very difficult the first four months and I felt like I was headed nowhere after the breakup, until BTS barged their way into my life and made me excited about living again.

3. Have you ever had a significant other NOT believe you when you said “i love you” to them? Why was that? How did you react?: Probably? She was insecure in some ways and had a hard time believing me with some reassurances. One time she missed my birthday dinner, which was fine with me as it was an Easter Sunday anyway, but she treated it like it was the end of the world and was begging to break up with me because ‘I deserved someone better’ and all that sad boy crap.

4. When was the last time you had a hard time telling someone exactly how you felt? Did they understand where you were coming from?: Last night, I guess? Trina was once again giving me the whole spiel about how I’m being primed for another big promotion at work, and I didn’t have the heart to explicitly tell her that I want to turn it down so bad as I don’t think I’m at all ready and qualified for it. She definitely understands my feelings about it and I credit her for that, but at this point the decision was already made three months ago and the only way it would change is if I resign altogether lol.

5. Do opposites really attract? Have you ever experienced this? Explain: Sure. My ex and I were polar opposites. Some days we’d totally complement one another, but other times the opposite-ness would definitely rear its ugly head.

6. Has anyone close to you ever drifted away because they started hanging out with a new crowd? Did you try talking to them about it? What eventually happened?: Yes, this was what happened with mine and Angela’s friendship for a few years. I don’t resent her for it though as she is naturally a very friendly and likable person; I was the one who really struggled to make friends in school so I naturally got left behind.

7. Have you ever found yourself heading on the wrong path? What happened?: Kind of, yeah! I used to have a friend, Ellud, who was just crashing and burning down to a bad path. Never did homework, answered back to teachers, as far as I know even her parents and older brother feared her. Idolized pre-president Donald Trump to what I thought was an unhealthy degree. I slowly tried to disassociate myself from her as I was afraid to go down the same path. She switched schools sometime in high school (either that or she got kicked out) and I have not heard from her since as she seems to also have gone off-grid.

8. When did you last not feel accepted? Why did you feel that way?: When I was in Thailand I was speaking in English with my friends and was using slang in between my sentences, when I overheard an American group of friends repeat the slang I had said and snicker to themselves. To this day I still don’t know if they were making fun of me or if they found my English endearing, but years of Asian discrimination pushes me to believe the first. Anyway, it was so bizarre. I had a 1-second moment of feeling discriminated, but that quickly turned to annoyance and I just bit back by saying, “LOL that group is making fun of me” as loud as I could so that they knew I could clearly understand what they were doing.

9. When did you last turn to drinking to ‘escape’ from your problems? What caused you to do that?: I don’t really do that. It’s moreso that I drink after my problems are done and over with, as a means of, like, celebrating. The last time I did that was in May when I was finally done with the campaign that took up so much of my time and soul that month.

10. Has anyone had to take your drink from you because you were drinking too much? How did you react?: Yes and also because I still needed to drive home. I playfully resisted to make them laugh but I knew they were right so I just let go of the drink, too.

11. What’s your opinion on the world relying on technology too much and not paying enough attention to natural resources?: Technology is definitely helpful in a lot of ways, but people need to stop abusing what it can do. College kids who use AI to write their essays and turn those in without ever reviewing what the AI prompt came up with make me cringe. Listen to your profs and actually go through your readings.

12. Have you ever felt like it was just pointless to cry? Did you hold yourself back from crying or did you let it out?: I have never thought it pointless to cry. If I need to, I let it out. It feels good when you do, anyway.

13. “Words of wisdom all around but no one ever seems to listen.” What’s your opinion on this?: Perspective. Sometimes it’s not a matter of people not listening, and maybe it’s because whatever advice worked for you may not work out the same for me.

14. Do you prefer the city or country more? Why?: City. I need my spaces to be busy and be pouring with life, and I’d want everything I need to just be a quick stroll or drive away.

15. Have you ever felt like something was so horrible that you just wanted it to be a dream? What was it?: Many times. My grandpa’s death, my breakup, work going wrong, Kimi’s death...

16. Have you ever had a love/hate relationship with someone? Tell me about it: Just with my clients. I can’t help but get annoyed when they ask for something last-minute, message at midnight, or request for unreasonable and impossible deliverables.

17. When did you last turn to God with a problem? What was it? Did it help talking to him?: I was probably 10 when I prayed for the very last time. My mom was at the peak of her infliction of mental and emotional abuse, and I was just begging either 1) for her to change and be nice to me, or 2) just take me in my sleep. Things that no kid should be thinking. When none of those happened I cut Catholicism out of my life.

18. Has your pride ever gotten in the way of admitting that you felt weak or were in pain? How so?: Yeah, I’m pretty awful at handling my pride such that I’m very stubborn haha. My mindset about it is that as long as I live to see another day then I’m not actually struggling. Which I know is wrong and I’m trying to change that slowly.

19. Have you ever wanted something so bad it hurt? What was it?: Wanting to die, I guess.

20. Whose lies had affected you the most?: My ex’s and everyone who told me to just pray and all that crap.

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scottybrock · 3 years

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The Show - Beck/Jade/Reader

A/N: THIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITING A FIC THAT HAS A POLY COUPLE IN IT, PLS DON’T ROAST ME

“Move,” Jade ordered, slamming her lunch tray on the table. Tori glared at her, but Jade was unfazed. “You kissed Beck during your first week here,” Jade reminded the thin brunette. Beck scrunched his nose at the reminder, subconsciously lifting a hand to wipe at his lips. “That was because you poured coffee on my head!” Tori whined.

You glanced at Jade, who smirked. “Be glad it was iced coffee,” Jade responded, roughly shoving her way between you and Tori. “If you ever try to put your dry lips near my girlfriend, you’ll have to worry about more than a cup of coffee.” Tori yelped as Jade slammed her hip against hers, but you welcomed the contact, leaning closer to your girlfriend. A small smile pulled at the corners of her lips. “Hey,” You grinned. Jade’s bright blue eyes lit up, and her expression softened. “Yeah, hey,” She grumbled. Beck shifted closer to you, wrapping an arm around your waist. “Hey babe,” He greeted. Jade rolled her eyes at him, but a soft smile spread across her face. “Whatever.” She grumbled.

Tori tilted her head, her brows furrowing. “How is it that Jade has not one, but two significant others, and I’m single?!” She whined. You exchanged a look with Beck, then rolled your eyes. Jade glared at Tori. “What’re you trying to say, Vega? That I’m hideous, so therefore I deserve to die alone?” She snapped. You nuzzled your face into the crook of her neck, pressing a light kiss to her neck.

Her glare softened as she turned to you. “Excuse me, I’m trying to scare the wazz out of Vega,” She murmured, trying to stop the giggles that were building up in her chest. You pressed another soft kiss to her neck, and she sighed, her tense posture relaxing, leaning against you. Beck leaned over and brushed his lips over Jade’s. “Yeah, but there are more… pleasant things that we can be doing with that time,” He smirked. You lifted your head from its comfy place to turn around and kiss him, your tongue pressing against the seam of his lips.

His response was immediate; he gripped your hips with bruising force, pulling you onto his lap. Jade leaned over to scatter rough kisses along your neck, biting lightly at your soft skin. “Guys,” Tori cleared her throat. You ignored the waifish brunette, running your hands along Beck’s back, pulling him impossibly closer. Jade’s kisses and Beck’s tongue were doing things to you that weren’t entirely appropriate in a school setting.

With great reluctance, you slid off of Beck’s lap. His hands gripped your hips as if to hold you there, but seeing the determined expression on your face, he relented and gave your hips a final squeeze. Jade’s kisses tapered off, and you finally looked at the table. While you’d been occupied with your boyfriend and girlfriend, Andre, Robbie (plus Rex, but you couldn’t stand the puppet), and Cat had all found their way to the table. “Whoa,” Rex said. If he could, he’d be grinning like the little leper he was. “That was hot, babe.”

Jade’s brows furrowed, a thunderstorm of emotions flickering over her flawless face. “Call my girlfriend babe again and you’ll lose an arm,” She snarled. Robbie shielded Rex protectively as Andre snickered. Tori looked on with an amused expression, a subtle smile curving her lips. Cat let out a high pitched giggle. “One time, my brother…” She started, then adopted an offended expression when your friends all groaned, nearly at the same time. “What’s that supposed to mean?!” She exclaimed. Jade ignored her, turning to Beck. “Get me coffee,” She demanded. You perked up, giving your boyfriend a hopeful look. Beck caved almost instantly. “What’s the magic word?” He asked playfully.

Jade’s glare sharpened. “Now!” She snapped at the same time that you shouted “Please!” and offered your boyfriend a charming smile. Beck rolled his eyes at Jade, but bent down to press a firm kiss to her lips. Her expression softened, and she looked up at him with those beautiful blue eyes and uttered in a soft, sweet tone that she reserved only for you and Beck. “Please?” She requested.

Beck’s handsome face lit up, a toothy grin settling on his lips. “Be back in a minute.” He acquiesced. As he walked away, Jade shouted after him, “Two sugars!” He turned back and gave her a thumbs up. Jade turned to her salad and began violently stabbing it as hard as the plastic fork would allow. You didn’t bother reminding Beck of your coffee order; after all, he’d been your boyfriend for almost three years. He knew what to do.

You were broken out of your reverie by Tori asking Jade if she could have a cucumber from her salad. Jade glared at her frenemy. “No,” She snapped. Tori pouted, sticking her lower lip out. “C’mon, I just want an itty-bitty piece of cucumber,” Tori whined. Jade rolled her eyes, then picked up her entire salad, aiming it at Tori. Tori shrieked, ducking for cover. Andre immediately grabbed his backpack, ready to make a run for it. Cat was oblivious, eating her pizza without a care in the world. Robbie let out a whimper. You just watched, waiting to see what your beautiful girlfriend was going to do.

Much to your amusement, she didn’t throw the salad at Tori. She chucked her half-eaten salad directly at Rex, and by extension, Robbie. The salad hit the two of them, landing with soggy splat. Robbie’s jaw hung open, his eyes wide. Jade glared at him. “That’s for calling my girlfriend babe,” She snarled. Robbie glared back at her, then immediately cowered away from her when he realized what he’d done. Without another word, he grabbed his backpack and his puppet and hightailed it away from the table.

Andre and Tori laughed. You snickered, which brought a small smile to Jade’s flawless face. Jade raised an eyebrow at them. “I think you should leave,” She said, her tone matter of fact. Andre was well aware that when Jade used that tone, she wasn’t asking- she was telling. “Alright,” He acquiesced. “See you guys in Sikowitz’s class,” He stood, but Tori stopped him, furrowing her brows once more. “Why do we have to leave?” The songstress complained. Jade’s smirk sharpened. “Because,” She drawled. “While I no longer have a salad to throw at you, I have these,” With that statement, she whipped a pair of scissors out of one of her boots.

Tori had a look of absolute horror on her face as she fled the table, with Andre following close behind her shouting, “Why’d you hafta ask why?!” Cat followed behind them, gleefully proclaiming, “Weee! I love running!” You giggled, pressing a soft kiss to Jade’s lips. “Wanna tell me the real reason you scared everyone away?” You asked, your voice teasing. Jade’s perfect lips curled into a soft smirk. “Maybe I just want to spend time alone with my boyfriend and girlfriend,” She replied, shifting so that you could pull her closer, your legs brushing against hers, then finally entwining. You pressed a hand to your chest, your voice playfully mocking. “Jade West, whatever do you plan on doing with me?”

Jade’s gorgeous face lit up, her smile roguish. “Oh, I plan on doing a lot with you,” She murmured. Your cheeks flushed, and you nudged her. “Oh yeah? Like what?” You teased, your lips brushing gently over the shell of her ear. She shivered. “Maybe when Beck gets back… We can go to the janitor's closet and ditch fifth period,” You suggested. Jade’s cheeks flushed, the redness contrasting quite lovely with the paleness of her skin. Her smile was uncharacteristically shy. “I’d like that,” She replied softly.

Beck returned, balancing three coffee cups. “Where’d everyone go?” He questioned, raising an eyebrow at the blush on Jade’s cheeks. You reached for your coffee, taking a quick sip. “That’s not of importance right now,” You replied, a devilish smirk appearing on your face. Beck’s other eyebrow rose; he knew when you had that look on your face, trouble wasn’t far behind. “Oh yeah?” He asked, handing Jade, who looked rather flustered, her coffee. “Then what is of importance right now?”

Your smirk grew and you glanced over at Jade, who was squirming in her seat. “The important thing right now is that our girl has some needs that need to be taken care of.” You replied. A matching smirk flashed over Beck’s face. He turned to Jade. “Is that so?” He looked unbelievably smug. How could he not be, when he knew that he was about to fuck two of the most gorgeous girls? “Well, babe. How about we move this somewhere else? Wouldn’t wanna give anyone a show, would we?”

You shrugged, your eyes glinting playfully. “What if I would?” You teased. Beck’s eyes darkened, and Jade whimpered in the background. Beck set his cup of coffee down and pulled you to him, his hands gripping your hips tightly once more. “Fuck the janitor’s closet,” Beck’s voice was low and gravelly. “We’re ditching for the rest of the day. I’ll give you and Jade a show you won’t soon forget.”

Jade stood on shaky legs, and you and Beck pulled her in close, so that you formed a small circle. Jade’s fingers ran up and down your leg, causing you to shiver. “I don’t doubt that,” Jade smirked. “Never had a reason to complain before.” You nodded in agreement. Beck growled lowly, moving one of his hands to grip one of Jade’s hips as well. “I’ve got no complaints on my end either,” Beck remarked, his dark brown eyes practically pitch black with lust. “Now get your sweet asses to the truck so we can get to the RV, and I can fuck you both into the mattress until the sun comes up.”

You grinned slyly at him, then glanced at Jade. “Can I fuck Jade into the mattress, too? You can watch.” Jade shifted slightly, letting out a soft whine. She loved that idea, and it was obvious Beck did too, as he pulled you into a bruising kiss. You nipped at his lower lip, eliciting a low moan from him. “Get to the truck now,” Beck growled. “I’m gonna call us in sick. I want both of you in the truck and ready to go by the time I get back.”

“I’m already ready to go,” Jade grinned. Beck let out a soft groan. “Let me go call us in sick, stop tempting me.” Jade’s grin sharpened, and she collected the abandoned coffee cups. “We’re most certainly going to need energy to go until the sun rises,” Jade shrugged innocently. Beck grinned, then hurried back to the school. The lunch period was long over, but the fun was just about to begin.

“Don’t take too long, or we’ll start without you!” You called after him. Jade laced her fingers with yours, and the two of you began walking to the truck. Her smirk would have made the devil proud. “I like the way you think.”

You grinned at her. “And I like the way you taste.” Jade’s cheeks flushed once more. “Ditto. I like the way you taste. Now stop talking, or we’re really going to have to start without Beck.” She grunted, opening the door for you. You pressed a soft kiss to her lips in thanks, then slid into the car. Jade joined you seconds later, resting her head on your shoulder. You wrapped an arm around her to pull her closer. She inhaled deeply, then snuggled closer.

The driver’s side door opened, and Beck slid in. “We’re all set,” He told you and Jade. His dark eyes glinted with the promise of pleasure and love. “Are you ready?” Jade made a soft noise of affirmation. You grinned back at him, your eyes twinkling. “Always.” You replied.

Beck’s smile widened. “Then let’s get this show on the road.”

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hey! so i love wanda and i was wondering if you could write one kind of enemies to lovers or something like that where reader and wanda don't get along well, jealous scene or maybe a very suggestive fight. very angst but happy fluffy ending please

Enemies to lovers owns my whole gay heart and I CANNOT write it without there being sexual tension so xksksjsks smut alert

@g-cordelia hope it's okay to combine your request with this too so there's a healthy dose of angst and fluff with it

"Please don't go."

"Don't you fucking lie to me."

Warnings: choking, fingering, spanking, strap on sex, mentions of oral and hints at mild injury

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"Your actions jeopardised the whole mission." Steve said sternly before raising his voice when he saw he received no reaction from you or the redhead. "Whatever is going on between you has to stop!"

"You say that like it's ever been any different." Natasha added.

The pair that usually felt like the protective big brother and sister of the team where acing the role of disappointed parents. Admittedly that did make you feel bad, but Wanda showed no signs of giving an apology and you would be damned if you did first.

Natasha and Steve waited for any kind of response from either of you and got nothing. You and Wanda continued to glare at each other from opposite sides of the table, your stubnorness stopping either of you from looking at the two standing at the head of the table.

"Just write up your reports." Steve sighed, giving into the tension of the room before anyone else. If it had been just you, Wanda and Natasha there was no telling how long you'd be in there.

You both got up from the table at the same time, still refusing to break eye contact.

"Y/n stay behind a minute." Oh so they're switching it up to disappointed teachers now. Your attention fell to Steve in a look of confusion although that didn't mean you missed the smirk that played on the corner of Wanda's lips. You cursed her like a sailor in your head and hoped she heard but her back was to you and she was strolling out the room.

"I thought you guys were getting better." Steve sighed as he leant against the table.

"We were when we didn't have to talk to each other." You said honestly. There had been a few weeks prior where you and Wanda had had no missions together and therefore had no reason to talk or train with one another.

"You can't resort to avoiding each other as a way to solve your problems. All that does is make things escalate even more when you're actually together which will inevitably happen. Because believe it or not you two are on the same side and have to act like it." Natasha said sternly. You stared down at the table and thought about how how her words were. But it wasn't like you had that warning before.

When the pair infront of you knew you weren't going to say anything in response Steve filled the silence once again. "You're both suspended from missions until you can learn to work together." He decided.

"What?!" You cried as you snapped your head towards them and stood up. "You can't be serious."

"Deadly." Natasha said. You looked frantically between the two in disbelief.

"Alright." You said finally and clenched your jaw. You turned around and left the room without objection from the two Avengers, heading straight towards Wanda's room.

You never really knew why you and Wanda never got on. Maybe it was because she reminded you so much of the popular girls in high school you always envied while wanting them in your bed...no, it definetly couldn't be that. You just didn't know what.

It didn't take long to get there when you were walking like you were out for blood, that wouldn't be an unexpected result of what you planned. You banged on her door several times in a closed fist so it didn't take her long to answer.

She looked concerned when she opened the door and as soon as she realised it was you that same smirk from the meeting room fell back into place.

"Did they ground you?" She asked as she leant against the doorframe.

"Suspended." You spat. A shit eating grin started to appear but you wiped that off her face instantly. "Both of us."

"What the fuck? I didn't-"

"Yes you fucking did and now I'm paying for it too. You wanna know the best part? We can't go back in the field until we can work together nicely." You said bitterly.

"Why don't they just keep us on separate missions?"

"You can go ask them that later. Right now we're training." You said simply and you grabbed her forearm and pulled her out of her room down the corridor.

"We just got back." Wanda argued but followed you anyway after slapping your hand off her.

"Not prepared to put the work in, witchy?" You mocked, not looking at her as you marched through the compound.

"Don't call me that?" Wanda warned as she kept your pace.

"What are you gonna do? Read my mind?" You continued to taunt as you arrived in the gym and made your way to the mats.

Wanda put her red jacket on the floor and stepped away to take up her position as she eyed you. "I could snap all your bones into pieces so small they could be mistaken for ash." Wanda said stoicly.

"I don't think that's gonna get you another mission." You replied calmly, knowing that while there was a truth to Wanda's words she would never give you more than a split lip or bloody nose in the worst training sessions.

"Don't be a smartass y/n, it doesn't suit you." Your jaw clenched at her words.

Without warning, the entirety of your right arm lit up in flames and was aimed at Wanda in an instant.

You sent a wave of fire her way that she swiftly engulfed in her powers and sent back towards you. She looked less than impressed from your warningless attack.

"That was tacky." She said.

"I know, seemed fitting for you." You grinned but stopped when the red mist surrounded your body and lifted you into the air before a larger wave of fire was sent hurtling down to the redhead. The wall of fire blocked her view of you and subsequently dropped you to the ground as she dealt with the flames.

As soon as you landed and the fire parted you sent another blast Wanda's way only for her to do the exact same thing. You both ducked at the same time, your powers hitting opposite walls and leaving marks Tony would be on your asses about when he found out.

Wanda was clearly thinking the same thing. "We can't use our powers in an enclosed space, especially not yours." She said, her accent thickly woven into her voice.

"Okay then, let's see if Natasha's lessons have paid off." You said as you raised your fists and got into your defensive stance. Wanda mirrored you the way she had been taught and narrowed her eyes.

"They definelty have." She insisted as her eyes flickered over your form to try and identify your weak points already in a very obvious way.

"Just try to keep up." You mocked and swiftly moved to swipe her legs out from under her but she was surprisingly prepared. She jumped up to avoid your attack and kicked her leg out mid air and landed it on the center of your chest. You stumbled back in shock while Wanda looked very proud of herself. The last time you saw Wanda train it was clear she wasn't familiar with close range hand to hand combat. You hadn't expected her to improve so significantly in such a short amount of time.

You gritted your teeth and went for her stomach this time which she easily avoided but wasn't expecting another attack to follow so quickly. She blocked the continuous blows from you until you saw your moments and kicked one of her legs out from under her. Your mistake was thinking you succeeded the moment she was down because she spun around and kicked both of your legs out. You caught yourself partly as Wanda stood up so you were on kneeling.

Wanda's smirk was quick to take place when she saw your position, not missing the opportunity. "You look good when you're on your knees." She quipped.

Your eyes widened at her boldness and a heat rose up your neck that you knew wasn't your powers. You rolled back on the balls of your feet and swiftly stood up to look anywhere but the smug redhead infront of you.

"No snarky remark for that?" She challenged and you charged at her again. Anger feuled your attacks making them miscordinated and all round bad.

"Shut the fuck up, Maximoff." You huffed and made her grin even more at the clear signs that she was getting to you.

One of your punches was pushed to the side and Wanda took the chance to show you just how much she had learnt from Nat. You weren't entirely sure how she even did it it was so quick. Your arm was outstretched behind your back painfully due to Wanda's unrelenting grip on it and made it that much easier to push one of your legs down onto the floor. She held you like that for longer than necessary, soaking up the view of you struggling in her grasp.

"Get off." You snapped and winced when she pulled your arm back more.

"What's the magic word?" She teased.

"Now." You demanded. She tutted and pulled harder. "Maximoff!" You ordered through the pain. She leaned down beside you as her voice dropped to a low whisper.

"Beg." It was one word but you couldn't deny the effect it had on you. It was as though her light breath on your ear shot throughout your body and settled in a place you really didn't want it to.

You were about to object and tell her to stop being a bitch but her grip tightened and she pulled to a point where you thought your arm might just snap off under any more pressure.

"Please." You cried through gritted teeth. She instantly let go all too quickly and you collapsed onto the mat on your front. You heard her chuckle menacingly but cut herself off when Nat appeared in the doorway.

"We told you to write up your reports, not train." Natasha scolded as she watched you massage your shoulder and glare at Wanda.

"Sorry, just got a bit carried away." Wanda smiled, her innocent and sweet act that she put up for everyone except you returning. "Y/n's had enough now anyway." She smirked to herself.

"Fucking psycho." You muttered loud enough for her to hear but not Nat. Her jaw visibly clenched from that making you revel in the small victory as you finally got up from the mat.

"Just get on with the reports." Nat sighed and turned to leave as Wanda called out.

"On it."

"Aww, you trying to be a good girl, Maximoff?" You mocked as the pain subsided and your need to overrule what had happened came through.

"I don't have the time to stress over that, not when I'm busy putting brats in their place." Wanda said as she advanced towards you with a look you had only ever seen aimed at those you were fighting against.

"What?" You whispered as you backed up and felt your back hit the wall. Wanda's hand came up suddenly and wrapped itself around your throat firmly and cut off your breathing. Your eyes widened as you grabbed at her hands but she didn't budge. She looked amused at your efforts as her head tilted slightly to the side.

"And you certainly need to learn your place." She took her hand away and left you gasping for air for a split second before grabbing your arm and pulling you out of the gym.

You stumbled a little as you tried to keep up with Wanda's long strides you could usually match. Your whole body was already trembling in anticipation, more so by the tension filled silence between you both as you travelled through the compound and ended up outside the redhead's room.

She opened her door and shoved you into her room swiftly. You didn't have much chance to take in your surroundings because the Sokovian gripped the back of your neck and forced you to lay on your stomach on her bed.

She made quick work of your clothes, discarding them to some soon forgotten about corner.

You turned your head to the side and gripped the sheets as you felt Wanda's slim fingers trialing up the back of your thighs before she gripped them roughly and forced them apart and lifted your lower half up. Her fingers returned and glided along your drippikg folds, collecting your arousal as she reveled in the effect she had on you.

"What was it that made you this wet, slut? Was it being on your knees for me? Begging me? Or did you enjoy the pain? I bet you enjoyed me choking you too." She chuckled darkly and didn't wait for you to respond.

She slipped two fingers inside your soaking cunt without warning making you gasp out in pleasure. Her fingers curled inside you beautifully, brushing some kind of nerve ending every second they were buried inside you. She had you a moaning, quivering mess in no time.

"Wanda...fuck! Right there, oh God!" She snickered against your skin as she worked her fingers expertly. Even then she wanted to test you. Well it was more that she was setting you up for failure.

"Shut the fuck up. I don't want to hear another sound from that whiny mouth." She ordered and you couldn't help but shiver from her dominant nature.

Of course it didn't last long. Her fingers felt so damn perfect inside you and you couldn't help but moan at the unspeakable pleasure.

She brought her hand down fast and landed it on your ass with a harsh smack that echoed through the room. She did it to both of your asscheeks until they were bright red and you were trembling. The sadistic redhead didn't stop there, she continued to rain down smacks that edged you further to your edge with the pleasurable pain.

Soon, you were moaning into the air as you came around Wanda's slim fingers, desperatly clenching around them in an attempt to prolong the pleasure. Thankfully, she kept pumping her fingers inside you, not caring when the overstimulation kicked in. She even started scissoring her fingers inside you, stretching your walls in a way that has you whimper loudly.

"Gotta stretch you a little to get you ready for my piece, sweetheart." She said in a sinister tone. "There's no way you'd be able to take it otherwise, it's already going to reck you with its size." She husked into your ear and withdrew her fingers, spanking you again when you whined.

Wanda got off the bed and disappeared into her closet, shortly returning with a large strap secured around her waist and pointed at you. You whimpered at the sight of it, not sure you could handle its size.

The Sokovian kneeled behind you and gripped your hips with both her hands as she lined up the strap with your entrance.

"I'm going to fill you up so nicely, Princess. Gonna have your cumming in no time." She husked, her voice dripping with lust.

A scream was ripped from your throat when Wanda thrust the entirety of the strap into your pussy. She set about her harsh, abusing pace instantly and preened at the sound of the pleasure filled cries that left you.

She grabbed a fistful of your hair and slammed your head down into the pillows on your side do she could still hear all of your desperate moans. The rough action earned the redhead a cry of her name.

Her pace was unrelenting, everytime she thrust back into you she somehow managed to hit deeper, pounding the toy against the most sensitive and pleasurable part of your cunt.

"Mommy!" You moaned loudly, not realising your slip up until the words left your lips. Your eyes widened and you feared Wanda's response, but what you got was a smack from the redhead that stung your ass in the best way. Her fucked you with increasing vigor too, wanting you title to spill from your lips again. And it did. Over and over, each time going straight to Wanda's pussy.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum." You whimpered as you gripped onto the sheets tighter to prepare yourself for your release. But Wanda pulled the strap out the the very tip and held it there as she leant over to whisper in your ear.

"Beg me." She ordered and you whimpered again. It wasn't like you hadn't already submitted to the red head you hated but begging would be something that would loom over you for a while.

Your thoughts clashed with the overwhelming need from your pussy as it desleratly tried to clamp down on the tip that didn't provide nearly enough pleasure.

"Please, Wanda." You whispered.

"Please who?" She asked sweetly, clearly testing you making you groan.

"Please, mommy just let me cum." You whined and Wanda smacked your ass hard. She edged the dildo in further ever so slowly and stopped again.

"Mommy, please! I need to cum." You tried again, desperation seeping into your voice. Wanda hummed.

"I can see that." She mused as she rubbed small circles on your throbbing and soaked clit. "I just don't see why I should, brat." She punctuated the name with a harsh slap to your ass again and you caught onto what she was hinting at.

"Please, I'll...I'll be so good for you, mommy."

"Yeah, baby?"

"Yes! Please mommy I'll be so so good for you. Just please please let me c-" You were abruptly cut off by your own whorish moan as Wanda snapped her hips forwards and filled you up entirely.

One of her hands tangled itself in your hair and forced your head down into the pillows, not stopping your incoherent babbles filling the room along with the sound of your pussy being fucked by Wanda and her thighs slapping against yours.

The Sokovian tugged on your hair again so your head was off the pillow.

"I'm gonna cum!" You cried out into the air.

"That's it, baby. Soak my fucking cock." And with that demand you came harder than you ever had around Wanda's strap and moaned continuously as the redhead prolonged your pleasure by continuing to pound into you.

But it soon became too much for your sensitive pussy. You squirmed away from Wanda but she placed one hand on the middle of your back to keep you flat against the bed.

"Too much." You managed to say, however the redhead didn't seem to care.

"I'm nowhere near done with you, Princess."

Laying panting and gripping onto Wanda's bedsheets like a lifeline wasn't exactly what you expected to be doing on a Thursday night. You were drenched in sweat and although Wanda had pulled out the toy minutes prior, you were sure you could still feel it filling you up, the faint throbbing a forewarning of what was to come.

It took you a while to gather the strength to get up. With anyone else you probably would have just stayed the night in their bed, but you weren't sure you could do that with Wanda. Although she wouldn't kick you out, you didn't like the thought of sleeping beside the redhead. It seemed far too...soft? Whatever it was, you were sure Wanda would agree.

You searched for your clothes while she took a most likely deliberately long shower, images of her naked figure covered in water invading your mind.

Once you cursed them away they were just replaced with flashes of what you had been doing for all those hours, remembering how she pulled on your hair as she praised you when you went down on her. Of course you did that while on your knees.

What happened between you and Wanda wasn't a one time thing. In fact it became increasingly common until you were in each other's beds almost every night. You would have been fuck buddies if you had considered each other a friend.

It worked. You and Wanda were able to work out your pent up frustration towards each other in a way that didn't hurt one another....well, if that didn't include the scratches along Wanda's back and the constant aching between your legs.

You didn't even make snide comments about each other in meetings or during training. You were able to keep everything in the bedroom.

The success of what you two had going forced you to ignore the noteable change in feelings you had towards Wanda. You saw her differently but couldn't quite tell how. Sometimes it was as though the unplaceable emotion you had towards her from from start spiked and other times you were purely confused.

It was always most prominent after she made you crash over the edge of bliss or when she came undone beneath you. Those moments when your bodies went limp and you were caught up in each other's embrace because you didn't have the energy to move. Hearing her exhausted breathing match her rising and falling chest and faint heartbeat if you had your head on her chest. Those tender moments were the ones that caught you off guard.

You refused to make a big deal out of it though. You refused to investigate your feelings or even acknowledge them. What you had with Wanda was the most efficient thing you could do. You didn't want to muck it up but you knew it couldn't go on forever. Another labelless feeling emerged at that thought.

Natasha was the only one who knew what you were doing. Neither of you told her, the spy was able to figure it all out on her own quickly and confronted you both about it once, only saying to be careful. That was the only time she addressed it verbally but you could always feel her watching you both carefully when you trained.

You thought it was going great. You and Wanda had finally been cleared for a mission that you would both be on, the team certainly needed the man power. That was until Nat told you otherwise.

"What do you mean I'm not going?!" You exclaimed across the room. You had seen Nat in the meeting room looking up something on her tablet and had gone in to enquire something about the mission that was long forgotten.

"I've thought about it and you and Wanda still aren't deemed the most reliable when put together for a mission, with this one being as important as it is we can't afford to make mistakes." Natasha sighed.

"So why don't you take Wanda off the mission? I have more experience."

"Her powers are perfectly fitted to this mission, we need her."

"And not me." You knew you came across as petty, but you had been dying to go back into the field.

"Y/n." Nat tried but you scoffed and glared at the screens with those assigned to the mission. Your eyes found Wanda's picture first and your jaw clenched at the sight of her ridiculously attractive face.

"What did she say to you?" You demanded as something clicked in your brain.

"She didn't say anything, this is my judgement." Natasha began but you didn't buy it.

"We both know if it was you you would have told me as soon as you decided it. You had no issue with me and Wanda being on this mission before. Hell, you cleared us both for the field." Nat glanced down at her tablet guiltily as she searched her brain for another hopeless lie.

"This is unbelievable." You scoffed and turned sharply on your heels to storm out of the room, ignoring your name being called by Nat.

You soon found Wanda in the kitchen making herself a coffee as she hummed softly. You willed your brain to ignore the warmth you got from seeing the redhead in her own, peaceful world.

"Do you have a problem with me?" You demanded, snapping her out of her trance. She visibly figited when she saw you approach her and lean on the edge of the kitchen island on you hands with an expectant look.

"No?" She said, seeming unsure.

"Don't you fucking lie to me." She seemed startled by your increasing aggression.

"What are you talking about?" She asked as she stirred her drink.

"Don't play dumb with me, Maximoff. You got me off the mission!" Wanda stopped her movements as she froze, clearly caught off guard by your discovery. Given how Nat had acted you guessed you weren't meant to find out it was Wanda who said something.

"It's for the best." She finally said but avoided your eye.

"It is not your place to decide what's best for me, you don't get to do that." You argued.

"There should only be a few people on the mission." She tried.

"I know that, I've seen the intel. But we already discussed that those people should be powered. Why am I being taken off?" You demanded again.

"It's dangerous." She muttered as she stared down at her drink.

"It's my fucking job. You think I don't know that."

"Of course you do, but there's a bigger risk than the usual missions we've been on. A bigger risk of you getting hurt." She muttered the last bit, like she wasn't entirely sure she wanted you to hear her. Granted, Wanda showing concern for your safety was new.

"Any one of us could get hurt." You said, lowering your voice marginally.

"But it's you I'm worried about." She insisted. It was your turn to become uncomfortable, shifting slightly under her gaze that held something new.

"I can take care of myself." You said as you crossed your arms, feeling a sudden defensive need to protect yourself.

"I know... but I care about you." You exhaled slowly, becoming increasingly uncomfortable at the tone of her voice. "If something happened to you..." She continued, "I don't know what I would do." Her voice was barely above a whisper, the softness laced in it undeniable. It sparked something in you. Something you didn't want to accept.

"Good luck on your mission, Maximoff." You said through gritted teeth and went to leave but Wanda was behind you instantly and took ahold of your hand to pull you back.

"Wait, I wasn't done-"

"Well I am." You snapped and yanked your hand out of her grip.

"What..?" She said slowly.

"If you don't want to work with me then we won't, no need to keep fucking anymore." You huffed and went to walk away.

"That wasn't what I-"

"Stop!" It wasn't a cry of anger. It was pure desperation. Your pleading look took Wanda by surprise and pained her to see. "Just stop before you say something you can't unsay." You said shakily. Your unspoken message was received. You didn't want to hear about Wanda's feelings towards you. She just didn't know it was because you were afraid that it would uncover what you had been feeling all along. You couldn't handle it. You were scared.

Wanda nodded, defeated, and let you go. You were filled with grief as you walked away, your footsteps feeling heavier than usual. You wanted to look back, to go back to her. But you couldn't.

You distracted yourself with a particularly ruthless training session the day of Wanda's mission. Carol showed you no mercy in sparring, weight lifting and boxing - even encouraging power use every now and then. But your mind still wandered to the redhead the way it usually did.

When you finally collapsed on the mat in defeat Carol chuckled and tossed you your waterbottle before encouraging an ice bath and strolling out of the gym for her evening flight.

You stayed on the floor for a while after you finished your water, only stopping staring up at the ceiling when Nat's outline blocked the lights. You sat up and looked at her hopefully, seeing that she was back from monitoring the mission and didn't seem distraught or upset.

"How did it go?" You asked as she sat down across from you.

"It was a success." She said but she didn't seem all that happy.

"And everyone's okay?" You asked cautiously. Nat gave a half shug and sighed lightly.

"There was ice - a lot if it and it was so cold. Dangerously cold." Nat started. You tried not to clench your jaw or show any signs of annoyance, knowing there was no need to point out that mission was fitted for you and your powers that would have guaranteed everyone's safety.

"Wanda got a little cut up, it was impossible to fight on that ground." You eyed the door and bit your lip, refraining from giving in to the urge to go see her.

"She doesn't want to talk to anyone right now, but she needs seeing to the cut." Nat said as she placed a first aid kit down infront of you. She was back already? And why did you have the kit?

"She won't see anyone either." Nat said before you could verbally question her. It took a moment for you to understand what she was saying.

"I don't think she wants to see me, Nat." You said as you pushed it back her way only for her to toss it into your lap.

"Goddmit, y/n. Can you two stop dancing around each other and actually talk?!" She exclaimed.

"We tried that-"

"Talking, y/n, not shouting or arguing. Talking." She said firmly and got up before you could protest further.

You pondered over what Natasha said for a while. You knew she had a good point, that talking was exactly what you should have done from the start, but it was just another thing that frightened you.

"Your job is facing your fears." You muttered aloud to yourself.

You finally got up from the ground, first aid kit in hand, and trudged along the compound towards Wanda's room. You tried to figure out what you could say on the way. But it all came out a jumbled mess that made no sense. Multiple times you stopped in the hallways and considered turning back before convincing yourself to keep going.

You knocked softly on Wanda's door and was surprised that it opened for you. The redhead in question was sat on her bed with a pillow in her lap, fiddling with her hands the way she always did when she was anxious or deep in thought. That evening it was both.

She glanced up at you as you closed the door but turned back to her pillow quickly when you gave her a short smile that didn't quite meet your eyes.

Regardless, you cautiously walked towards her bed and sat down next to her with the small box between you. You brought one of your legs up under you so you could face Wanda and eyed the cut above her eyebrow in concern. She still didn't say anything, neither did you.

You opened up the small box and got out a pack of wound closure strips and carefully unwrapped one. Wanda didn't object to you gently holding the area around her cut as you placed the strip on and lightly smoothed over the edges until you were sure it would stay on.

"I let my emotions cloud my judgement." She mumbled as you prepped another strip.

"It happens to all of us." You said.

"But I didn't listen to you. I should have." You sighed and stopped unwrapping the strip to look up at the redhead and watch her closely. She looked back at you with a guilty and pained expression that was full of regret.

"Yeah." You nodded slowly as you went back to the medical tape and raised your hands to put it on but the Sokovian held your wrist to stop you. "What's done is done, so just let me put these on and we're good." You said but she still didn't let go.

"Just like that?" She questioned.

"The mission was a success. If I'd had been there you wouldn't have gotten hurt, that's all."

"You were really mad though." She continued and you put your hands down to rest them, not failing to notice that Wanda was still holding your wrist but with a much lighter grip.

"It's hard to stay mad at you." You admitted.

"You've always been mad at me."

"Well it wasn't exactly like you were the friendliest person to me." You pointed out. "I was never mad at you, Wanda. I just hated that... that you made me feel something I've never trusted, so I didn't trust you. It was never your fault, I was unfair." You admitted as you stared down at the tape the whole time, afraid to meet the redhead's eyes.

"What did you feel?" Wanda asked, her voice void of emotion making it more difficult for you to say. You gulped as you continued to stare at the tape, willing yourself to give Wanda the answer she needed. The answer she deserved.

"Love." You voice shook. "I loved... love you." You were shaking more as you finally looked up at Wanda. Her eyes were wide and her lips slightly parted like there was a million thoughts trying to be heard but without the ability to.

She didn't say anything for a while. A long while. She stared at you in disbelief then at her pillow as though it would give her all the answers.

Tears rushed to your eyes that you tried to blink away as your head swam with curses to yourself for admitting your feelings. You had opened up and been vulnerable to Wanda, and the result was the exact reason you had sworn to never do it again.

Once you were sure she wasn't going to say anything to you, you took it as your cue to leave. To leave so Wanda could prepare her rejection speech for you. However, as soon as you put your hand to the door she spoke out.

"Please don't go."

You turned around slowly and met her light brown eyes you had always found impossible not to get lost in when you had your fingers or tongue inside her. You timidly went back to the bed and paused before sitting down next to her, facing the wall instead of her this time.

"I thought it was one sided." She started and you felt yourself begin to shake with nerves again. "I thought you didn't love me back." You looked to Wanda quickly and searched her features for any signs of a lie, any signs that she was setting you up to push you down but she was gazing back at you longingly with tears glistening in her eyes.

"When you confronted me about the mission, I was going to say it then, you knew that." You squeezed your eyes shut and nodded, remembering the fear you felt in that moment.

"I wasn't ready, I thought I wouldn't ever be but," You took a deep breath "I want to try, for you." You took ahold of Wanda's hand to reiterate your point. "I care about you too Wanda, so much. More than I could ever express or even handle and I didn't know what to do about it. I mean we've tried a fair few things now," You both laughed a little, "but it I don't think any of them are going to work as well as accepting it and...and I don't know." You looked to her for guidance because fuck did you need it. You needed Wanda to guide you down whatever path you chose to take, as long as she was there with you.

"Maybe we could start with something small." She suggested with a small smile that made her eyes shine.

"Like a coffee date?" You tried.

"Exactly like that." She confirmed, giving your hand a reassuring squeeze.

"Then I'll pick you up around 2." You said cheesily making Wanda laugh. "But first, I have to finish tending to this cut." You declared as you turned around to face her entirely and crossed your legs under you, pausing for a moment to give Wanda a short and sweet kiss.

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lindsey-laufeyson · 2 years

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Texts from Tom Hiddleston

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24. Solution

The night Sarah arrived, she slept in Tom’s guest room. Tom, however, did not sleep at all. All he could do was think about you. You were clearly upset when you left his house earlier that night and when he texted you, your replies were short and vague until you just stopped texting him back all together. He hoped that you had just fallen asleep and would get back to him in the morning.

As soon as the sun rose, Tom took Bobby and went for a long run to try to clear his head. He still hadn’t heard from you, and he didn’t know if he should check on you like he so desperately wanted to, or give you your space. When he got back home, he took a shower and decided he should text Emma, not only to distract him from your silence, but also because he knew he needed to talk to her anyway.

It was the first time he had even admitted to himself, let alone anyone else, that he was in love with you. The realization had just happened to hit him as he was talking to his sister, and luckily the confession seemed to have quelled her worry— for now at least. However, with that realization came an even stronger need to know that you were okay, and by noon he couldn’t wait any longer and decided to text you.

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You spent the entire next day in bed, only getting up to use the bathroom or let your dogs outside. The more you thought about the situation you and Tom were in, the more you realized there was only one solution that was best for everyone, and it broke your heart. This couldn’t be the only way. You had to figure this out. You completely ignored your phone in order to try to focus, leaving it on the floor where you had dropped it the night before, but then you heard it buzzing non-stop and you knew that someone was trying to call you repeatedly. When you picked it up off of the floor and saw that it was Tom, you let it ring. You didn’t have the courage to talk to him now. Then you saw that he had texted you several times, and you thought the least you could do was text him back and let him know you were okay.

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You waited for Tom in your living room. You were sitting on the sofa, shaking as you hugged your knees to your chest and waited for the conversation you didn’t want to have, but needed to happen.

When Tom arrived he raced into the living room to find you on the sofa, your eyes red and puffy from crying. He sat down next to you and turned his body to face you, cupping your face in his hands. “Whatever is going through your head, we will figure it out together, but you have to let me in,” he said frantically, his voice shaking.

“We can’t keep doing this. I can’t let you keep secrets from your family anymore,” you said quietly, more tears falling down your face. “But if we end this now, then you can simply tell Emma it doesn’t matter who you were dating because it’s over. That way you won’t have to lie and she’ll no longer care who it was.” As you said this, you began to sob, and Tom dropped his hands from your face and tears began to fall from his eyes too. You couldn’t bear to see him like this, so you looked down at your hands, tears falling into your lap.

“Y/n, that cannot be the only solution,” he said, desperately trying to change a mind that was already made up. “What if we tell Emma about us? I’m sure she’ll understand and she won’t say anything to the other parents or the school administration.”

You had thought about that too. You answered him, but you still couldn’t look at him. “Even if that’s true, if Emma finds out, Annalise is bound to find out too, and there is no way we could expect a 3 year old to keep a secret.”

“Then we come clean to your boss,” he suggested through his tears. “She might appreciate our honesty and make an exception!”

This made you finally look at him. “You would really gamble my career like that??” You were shocked and angry that he would even suggest that.

“If it meant we could still be together, then yes!” he said, suddenly standing up.

You stood up too.“You know how important my job is to me!”

“Yes, but I thought perhaps after all this time that maybe I would be more important to you than your job!” he yelled.

You stopped and stared at him with wide eyes. “That is completely unfair. You cannot make me choose between you and my job!”

“Clearly, you already have,” is all he said before stalking off out the door, and slamming it shut behind him.

As he left, you immediately broke down on to the floor, sobbing and clutching your chest, which felt like it was going to implode.

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your-daily-biaswrecking · 3 years

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Hello! can you do a scenario with fem!reader and father's best friend!namjoon? I totally understand if this is a concept you're uncomfortable with. All the armys are going crazy with the dilf!bts concept so I need to have this 😭

Tbh that's a hard concept (like absolutely don't do this irl y'all plss it's not okay if it's not fiction– go in the notes to read my PSA pls) so I had to write a bit of plot at the beginning just because I wanted to make it as less weird as possible lol

Namjoon wasn't the type of family friend you got to see a lot growing up. He was, however, the type of friend you got to hear about a lot. Your dad had spent his high school years being in a band that never really had its break, and Namjoon had apparently been the youngest member and your father's favourite. He kept talking about how he "raised" him, meaning he helped him get his first kiss and taught him about girls. Then your dad got your mum pregnant right after graduating, and they both decided to move to the US to find a job and start their family. Your family. And so your dad lost touch with his best friend.

He talked about him quite often, and you knew he had even visited once when you were still too young to have a memory of it. You had only ever seen a couple of pictures of them together; Namjoon looked like a very cringy 13-year-old with a terrible haircut. Not that your dad as a teenager looked any better. But that's beside the point. It doesn't matter what he looked like back then, today you probably wouldn't be able to even recognize him even if he passed you on the street.

"Did I tell you? My best friend moved here from Korea! The band kids are back together!"

Namjoon came back into your father's life at around the same time as you left it– moved away for college. And you kept getting all these updates on how great it was that they found each other again, how many things they did together and in general how happy your dad was. When you visited home for Christmas, Namjoon was away so you didn't run into him. And almost a year after he had moved there, you would finally meet him during the summer. Your father invited him for dinner one hot evening in July.

You opened the door to find him standing outside, your mother just a step behind to greet him. “Joonie! So glad you could make it. Come on in, come on in... Ah! As you know, this is our daughter.”

The man was tall and handsome, nothing like the pictures you had seen. And familiar. His eyes met yours and he smiled, making your blood run cold— you had seen that man before. Not even a week ago, staring at you at the bar while sipping his whiskey until you decided he was too hot and couldn’t be older than 30, so you walked up to him and gave him a napkin with your number and a lipstick stain of a kiss on it. He never called.

“Wow,” Namjoon said without his tone matching his words. “She has grown up so much.” And he looked you up and down again, checking you out kind of like he had done that night. Your entire face was burning, turning on your heels to get away. What the fuck kind of luck was that? He was your dad's friend? You hoped– you begged that he didn't recognize you. He wasn't saying anything, though his eyes kept on stealing looks, and so you thought you might have had a close escape. Until you run into each other in the kitchen. Alone. "Come here, young lady," he said in a deep voice that sent shivers down your spine. You already felt like you were in trouble. "Does your father know you go around giving your number to men almost twice your age?"

He was so close, eyes travelling lazily down your form with a smirk on his lips. "No," you choked. "I– I don't– You were staring at me, that's why I thought..."

"I was staring at you because I was trying to figure out if you were my best friend's daughter."

Hearing him say the words made your cheeks burn. Defeat. He had a logical excuse and all you had was that he was a little too much your type. And he sounded like he was scolding you, reminding you of your place. You lowered your head, really wanting to get out. "Please don't tell him."

Don't tell him I hit on you. Don't tell him I wanted to fuck you.

Namjoon didn't reply right away, but late that night you got a text from an unknown number. "I won't tell him anything."

He won't tell him anything. Perhaps that could be applied to what had already happened, or what would happen in the future.

You didn't text frequently, but you did nonetheless. And even though you were sure both of you would say they were simple, innocent texts, how innocent could they really be when the man already knew how you felt about him? Maybe you were crazy, but you thought he might like you too. Maybe he liked the fact that you liked him. It wasn't evident in anything he did or say, just the vibes you got from him those days he visited your house, or the way he looked at you when you were left alone for a second. The summer passed by so fast when every other day you met your father's best friend in one way or another.

When it was time for you to move back to the city where you attended college, Namjoon just so happened to be going there for some work too. And your parents were grateful that you had someone to travel with. The car ride was long and mostly silent. You had never been left alone for so long and suddenly you realised how hard it was to keep a conversation going without talking about how horny he made you feel just by being in the same, tight space with you. But the farther away you got from home, the less you cared about keeping your good reputation up.

"Where will you sleep tonight?" you asked him after he helped drop off all your stuff at your apartment late that night and was already at the door, ready to leave.

"I'll find a hotel," he told you, hand still on the door handle.

"You can stay here if you want to."

"Don't–" His plea was soft-spoken, in contrast to the intense way his eyes were piercing yours.

"Don't what?" you acted dumb. "All I'm saying is I'm sure dad would rather you stay instead of paying for a room. You're like family, anyway."

You noticed how he took in a deep breath, grip around the knob getting harder. "Don't bring him into this."

Saying that you two shouldn't mention your father was like admitting what was going on right now was beyond innocent. And even though your stomach clenched at his harsh tone, you bowed your head and whispered. "I'm sorry."

"This is so wrong," you heard him call loudly all of a sudden, making you look back at him. He was chewing on his lip desperately. "I was there when your dad got your mom pregnant. Do you know what I said? Fuck, man, how are you gonna get out of this bullshit? I shouldn’t be…"

You blinked at him, waiting to hear the end of the sentence. "Shouldn't be what?" You weren't gonna let him slip away that easily. You would push him until he had to say what he wanted to say. It was your only chance, anyway.

Namjoon sighed. He pushed the door closed and walked up to you steadily all while he was staring straight into your eyes. "Why did you give me your number that night?"

Your breathing was already getting heavier. You wouldn't back away. What was the point? He knew already. "Because you were hot. And I wanted you to fuck me."

He chewed his lip for a few seconds, watching your face as he contemplated his next words. "Why do you want me to stay over tonight?"

You gulped. He was so close, closer than ever. "Because you're hot," you whispered. Glance down on his lips. "And I want you to fuck me."

He closed his eyes momentarily before he was exhaling loudly. "Fucking– hell!"

And he instantly moved forward, one hand grabbing the back of your head as he brought your face to crush on his, mouths smashing against each other after all the times you had dreamed about it. It was so much better than you could have imagined, lips full and soft parting yours for his tongue to slip in between, making you moan. And you were trying to get closer and closer, almost tripping as you walked blindly further into the apartment. His jacket was discarded on the floor before your shirt joined it, and Namjoon was growling before attacking your neck with his teeth.

"Daddy..." The word truly slipped out of you, and he was pausing for a moment, pulling away to look at you.

"Really? You're really gonna call me daddy?" Your eyes were wide and cheeks burning, squirming away from him before he grabbed your wrist to keep you close. "Shit," he grunted, not sounding mad at all. "Alright, baby. Show daddy where your room is, need to get you in bed right away."

And you mewled at his words. You were there in no time, pulling the rest of your clothes off as Namjoon undressed too. Big and thick, he was even hotter like that, making you press your legs together as you took the sight in. And when he removed his boxers too, you got to found out his dick matched the rest of his body perfectly, long and thick and so hot it made your mouth water.

"Daddy," you whined as he started crawling over you. "You're so big. You're gonna tear me apart."

His large hand grabbed your jaw. "That's what you get for playing with big boys." And he kissed you ruthlessly again. His other hand travelling down your form until he found your pussy, fingers playing with your folds and humming in satisfaction. "So wet. Is that all for me, baby?"

"Yes, daddy," you moaned, hips trying to grind on his hand for some more friction. "I've been wet for you since I first saw you."

"Fuck. I know, baby," he breathed into your ear, two fingers slipping slowly inside you and stretching you out. "I could tell. You weren't hiding it very well, baby. How much you wanted me to ruin you. Which is why daddy's been hard for you all this time, too." Your breath was hitching as he was moving his hands slowly, not even trying to fuck you like that, just trying to get you ready for his cock. And he stopped. "Are you gonna let daddy fuck you raw, baby?"

You almost screamed. "Fuck, yes, daddy, please! Fuck me open with your cock."

Namjoon was growling as he retrieved his fingers from inside you. "What a dirty mouth! Who taught you to speak like that, you dirty, little whore? I thought you were a good girl."

Your nails were scratching his back as you whined and squirmed underneath him. "Oh, daddy, please! I need you! I'll be good for you."

And you felt the tip of his dick press against your entrance as he shushed you. "Alright then. Be a good girl for daddy and take this big cock like the good, little slut you are." And he shoved himself in you.

"O–oh my god!" you yelped. Namjoon didn't go easy on you, didn't go slow or gentle, he started pounding you fast and hard right away, truly fucking you open like you had asked him to. You were squirming underneath him but his body was so big and strong, it was caging you completely. And just to shut you up he kissed you again, tongue so deep in your mouth he was choking you. Namjoon was fucking you so hard he brought tears to your eyes, and you felt euphoric being used by him like that.

"My dirty, little cunt," he rasped after he freed your mouth. "Like taking my cock like that?" You were nodding, mewling, unable to speak. "What a good girl. Letting daddy fuck her as hard as he wants." He leaned back, grabbing your arms until he had your wrists pinned above your head and the new position gave him the ability to piston his hips against yours even faster, diving even deeper.

"Fuck, daddy, I'm gonna cum," you cried, legs shaking as they fought against his abusing thrusts between them.

"So easy," Namjoon panted with a smirk. "So easy to please you. Gonna cum cuz you've never had dick like daddy's before, huh? No one's ever fucked you this good? Those little boys your age, I bet they don't know shit about pleasing a nasty girl like you." He spat on his free hand and brought it right down on your clit, pressing on it hard. And you were moaning even louder. "There you go, baby. You can cum on daddy's dick now."

"Namjoon–" you yelped, and you felt your orgasm pop, gushing all your juices over him as he kept fucking you through it. He slowed down a bit, coming down to kiss you sloppily as you continued to whine with each thrust against your sensitive, tight walls.

"That's my good girl," he whispered, kissing you almost lovingly. "Don't worry, baby. We're not nearly done yet." And his thrusts slowly got deeper and deeper. "You really shouldn't have let me fuck you, baby. Cuz now I don't ever plan on stopping."

Masterlist | Part 2

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thefanficmonster · 3 years

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Casual

Ranboo x Reader (Female)

Warnings: None, unless talking about the future counts

Genre: FLUFF, Humor, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: Following the arrival of the dreadful invitation to his cousin’s wedding Ranboo turns to the only cover-up he can think of to keep his still-single status hidden from his family.

Requested by Anon. Hi darling! Thank you so much for your wonderful request! I’m so glad you sent your idea to me and I’m so glad you were my first official Ranboo request. I’m really sorry it’s taken me so long to write it but I still hope you’ll come across it and read it! Love, Vy ❤

“Heyyy, so Y/N, I have a favor to ask you...um yeah, call me back, it’s awkward sending it via voicemail. Bye“

Huh - that’s the first thought that goes through my head when I listen to the voicemail left after a missed call from my best friend Ranboo. The favors he usually asks for consist of requesting assistance for his videos in which I also appear with a mask and sunglasses to keep the brand running. I genuinely have nothing against my face being shown but when I think about it, I’m honestly a bit glad people can’t identify me.

Anyways, back to the favors, Ranboo is no stranger to asking me for them but they’ve never been considered too awkward for a voicemail which is why I’m no slightly concerned. I’ve been swamped with work for school and studies for the graduation finals for the past two weeks and it seems like I’ll never get on top of it and I know Ranboo’s been in a similar situation too, so maybe he needs help with that? He’s not used to asking help for school stuff, he sometimes even has a hard time accepting it when I openly offer it to him.

I eventually sigh, decide that playing this guessing game will not get me anywhere and settle on giving him a call as I make my way home from the gym with my legs barely putting up with the task of carrying me around.

He picks up on the second ring.

“Hey! Wh-...“

“Would you pretend to be my girlfriend for my cousin’s wedding next weekend?!“

My legs take that opportunity to stop moving in the middle of the sidewalk which is luckily void of any people at the moment. It’s not my fault my body’s first reaction was to freeze up at the question that came flying at me like an out-of-control jet, almost as though he’s been dying to say it and get it over with.

“Um...run that by me again please, I think I misunderstood.“ I say, blinking blankly as though awoken from a fever dream. No, actually as though I’m IN a fever dream right now.

“Ok, now that the cat’s out of the bag, wanna grab some coffee and talk about it face-to-face. I need to see your facial expressions to gauge what response to expect.“ He says, the previous nervousness gone and his voice calm as regularly once again.

I’m this close to face-palming but I squeeze my eyes tightly shut and bring myself to utter a reply, “Our usual spot. Be there in ten minutes.”

* * *

“No freaking way.“ I shake my head, folding my arms over my chest as I lean back in my seat in the booth we picked when we arrived. Good thing I got an iced coffee cause even a hot one would’ve gone cold by now considering I haven’t yet taken the time to have even a sip of it. I’ve been too busy listening to the long and short of the explanation and begging speech Ranboo probably made last night to try and convince me to agree to this nonsense. “Dude, we’ve been friends since middle school-...“

“Exactly! Who else was I gonna ask?“ He cuts me off, pleading gaze meeting my unimpressed one.

I huff before continuing my previous statement, “We’ve been friends since middle school so you know my opinion on weddings.” I put extra emphasis on the word ‘opinion’, giving him the clear hint at the distaste I’ve expressed on the topic multiple times before.

“And you know we’re on the same page there but there’s no way I can avoid going unless someone kidnaps me.“ He too now gets in the same stance as me, his coffee forgotten too.

I can’t help but snort out a little laugh, “I’d be more than happy to kidnap you considering the other option is far less appealing to me.“

He, of course, rolls his eyes at me as though he didn’t offer to do the same thing so I could avoid an exam but anyways. “So you’re gonna choose to fake a kidnapping that has the potential of landing you in jail over coming to eat some great food and maybe even have some fun at a wedding with your best friend? I’m hurt.“ He says, frowning to cover up the smile that’s fighting its way onto his face.

Now it’s my turn to roll my eyes, “I’d be kidnapping you, dummy...” I cut myself off to let out a long sigh and calm down before I go off at him. His smirk isn’t helping me much with the task either. I’ve known Ranboo long enough to know he’ll eventually convince me and he’s known me long enough to know how to do that exactly. With that in mind, there’s really no point in getting so worked up and wasting my energy. And so, despite my own rationality, I cave. “Fine, but I’m not staying the whole wedding.“

His eyes immediately light up and almost makes me feel the compromise was worth it. Almost. I mean, when you’ve been best friends with someone for so long, seeing them happy is worth more to you than your own comfort sometimes.

And he knows it too. Which is exactly why he outstretches his hand for me to shake and says: “Just one dance and you’re free to go. Deal?”

I take his hand without hesitations. That’s a better offer than I could’ve ever imagined. “Damn straight it’s a deal.“

* * *

“How long until you kick the heels off?“ Ranboo asks, bringing me a non-alcoholic cocktail and sitting down next to me.

I take a sip and giggle, “You kidding? I already kicked them off and replaced them with flats. I need mobility if we dance. They also lower the risk of me severing off a toe of yours if I step on you on accident.”

He laughs, clinking his glass against mine before he gets a bit more serious, “By the way, thanks for handling my family’s attack so well. I know it might’ve been a bit much but you handled it like a pro. Still, I’m sorry on their behalf.”

I shake my head and wave my hand dismissively, “Don’t mention it. I’d probably react the same way if my brother or cousin brought a date to an important family event like this.” I instinctively turn to look in the direction of where the majority of his family has gathered around, chatting with guests, smiling brightly. It’s hard not to immediately take a liking towards these people. They’ve been a second family to me ever since Ranboo and I started hanging out so I completely understand why they were so shocked to see me in the role of his ‘girlfriend’.

“I’ll tell my parents the truth later, our extended family is the ones I wanted to fool to be perfectly honest.“ He looks around as do I and we catch more than a few pairs of eyes fixated on us that turn away when they realize they’ve been spotted, “Mission accomplished by the looks of it.“

I chuckle. I’ve never felt so comfortable at a wedding before. I don’t feel stressed nor anxious despite knowing that there’s quite the number of eyes on me and there are whispers going around about my ‘relationship’ with Ranboo. It’s oddly calming and relaxing to be surrounded by some familiar and some unfamiliar faces. This cocktail is pretty great too.

Speaking of which, if it had any alcohol in it I’d blame it for the decision I’m about to make but this one’s entirely on me: I tap Ranboo with one hand while taking out my phone with the other. “If we’re already the talk of the wedding, let’s give them something to talk about.“ I say as I put up my phone, pretending to be taking a selfie leaning in to give him a kiss on the cheek.

When I pull away I can clearly see that he’s still processing what just happened. I can’t help but burst out in a fit of laughter as I reach out to wipe the lipstick stain I left on his cheek. He looks like a lost, clueless puppy with the question: ‘what on Earth just happened???’ replaying in his head and it’s so freaking cute!

Wait....what was that? Since when do I use the adjective cute to describe Ranboo? Didn’t I think he looks handsome in a suit earlier too? The hell is with me today?

Then it hits me - the feeling isn’t foreign. Like, I know I’ve felt it before but I never analyzed it or even bothered to acknowledge it. But now that I do, I’m afraid of what it might be.

“There!“ I say, desperately trying to push the thoughts away along with this little firework show in my stomach, “Now you have pinker cheeks. Well, cheek, singular.“

As if snapping out of his state of confusion, he returns to Earth with a smirk, “Kiss the other to even it?”

Alright, his blush might not be even but mine now is and it’s ten times as intense and very much apparent but I don’t let the feeling shine through anything else as I proceed to actually kiss his other cheek too, wiping the lipstick stain.

“Thanks. You’re the best.” And just like that, as though it’s no big deal, he kisses my forehead.

See, that’s the thing, it shouldn’t be a big deal! It’s never been! This is far from the first time I’ve kissed him on the cheek or the first time he’s given me a forehead kiss. These are regular occurrences after years of this lovely friendship we have. Why do they feel so different now?

Then, much to my relief, the music starts and the lights turn off leaving only one spotlight for the groom and bride to have their first dance. They look absolutely astonishing and I can certainly say I’ve never before stopped to think that about any newly weds of the weddings I’ve preciously been to. I don’t know if it has something to do with the company I have for this particular wedding or it’s maybe the fact that my mindset’s changed over the years without me realizing.

Then I automatically look at Ranboo who just so happens to be looking at me too and all I can say is: my mindset hasn’t changed.

A loud applause takes over when the couple finish their dance, officially opening the dancefloor for any other pairs who’d like to occupy it and I’m happy to see how many people are eager to rush up with their partner.

Ranboo gets up, putting the glass down and offers me his hand, “So, wanna dance? Don’t take this as a sign to leave though, we said one dance and you CAN leave, not SHOULD.” He says, giving me a warning look.

I roll my eyes and am about to give him some sass right back but he takes my hand and picks me up from my seat, leading me to the dancefloor. And I gotta admit maybe it’s a good thing he did. If he left it to me I would’ve probably said no to the dance and ran the hell away. Why? - Cause I’m freaking terrified of this new mindset and point of view and these intense emotions I never used to pay any mind to before in regards to my best friend.

Friends don’t feel that way about friends. Friends don’t look at friends that way. What’s happening to me?

When I gotta look him in the eyes like this, not for the first time might I add, I can finally understand how the friends-to-lovers trope works: it’s all meaningless until it starts to mean so much to you. It’s all platonic until it reminds you of a romantic movie moment. It ‘best friends’ until it’s ‘I wish we were more than that’. It’s all casual, until it’s not.

And, unfortunately, it’s irreversible.

Damn do I wish I ran away now...

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Calling Home (1) | Frankie Morales x Reader

Summary: You are a receptionist at the VA. Frankie Morales keeps calling. Yearning ensues...

Rating: M -> E in later chapters

Warnings: fem!reader, age gap (legal), praise kink, voice kink, discussion of addiction/PTSD/trauma, no use of y/n, no beta reader, reader is bad at Spanish, Frankie has a sexy voice 😩

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AN: My first fic. Pedro writers have inspired me to finally start writing again 🥺. Concept inspired by the movie RED. I hope you like it ❤️Set after triple frontier.

Chapter One

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The first time he called was an ordinary Thursday.

“Veterans Affairs, how can I help you?”

You had been working at the VA office for about two weeks. Fresh out of college you felt lucky to have a job in the first place. You went to school to be a writer but your big idea for 'The Next Great American Novel' had yet to present itself. At least here you had access to the most inspiring stories and interesting people. Men and women who had seen more and done more than you probably would in your entire life. You loved talking to clients on the phone. It was weird but something about only being able to hear people’s voices excited you. You would sometimes write little stories in your head about the people you'd talk to, filling in the details that were unknown.

Your desk accessories reflected your love of books and writing. You had your growing collection of books sitting on your desk sandwiched between baby pink bookends. Next to them was a matching desk organizer filled with your favorite sparkly pens and sticky notes. You had decorated the plain cubicle walls with posters of quotes from your favorite books. You also brought your favorite candle from home. Even though you couldn’t light it you still liked to lift it to your nose once and a while and smell it between chapters. When you weren’t on the phone or scanning documents you would read. You finished To Kill A Mockingbird in your first week on the job and were now halfway through Murder on the Orient Express.

You were starting a new chapter when Frankie Morales called the first time.

You picked up the phone on the second ring already mustering your chipper 'customer service' voice. “Veterans affairs.” You stated your name. “How may I help you?”

“H-Hi. My name is Frankie- uh-Francisco Morales." A deep voice answered you. "I’m calling because I have gotten my benefits check yet. It’s been a month. I was hoping you could tell me if it got sent?”

“Okay Mr. Morales." You flipped on the computer. "Let me check. Can you spell your last name for me?”

“M-o-r-a-l-e-s”

“Okay... let's see.” You clicked on his account. You were momentarily distracted by his picture likely taken when he graduated basic if you had to guess based off the uniform. He looked sweet. Sharp nose and strong jaw balanced by kind eyes and a shy smile. You could imagine how age would continue to soften his expression making him even more handsome. The image was a strange juxtaposition to the voice you were hearing on the phone which was much deeper and rougher. His profile said he was special forces. A pilot. The rest of the information was blacked out. Something you were used to seeing on many people's accounts but even his years of service were redacted. He must have been involved in some dangerous stuff, you thought to yourself. The dates that were not redacted were mostly in Latin America. You clicked over to processing requests. “Looks like the check got sent one week ago.” You informed him.

"I'll look again but I haven't seen anything-" It sounded like he was apologizing when clearly it was not his fault.

"No no. It's probably a mistake on our end." You interrupted. With how shitty and outdated the payroll interface was you wouldn't be surprised if there was a mix up. "I’ll go ahead and let payroll know to send another."

"Great. Thanks." He replied sounding relieved. The roughness in his voice gave way to a smooth baritone.

“No problem. I'm sorry for any inconvenience it may have caused. We'll get it sent right away." You hoped he was not relying on this benefit check for anything important. While you could promise you'd fix the problem, the administration was notoriously slow. When he didn't respond you asked, "Is there anything else I can help you with today, Mr. Morales?”

“Uh-no" The roughness back in place. "Thank you." He paused before adding your name onto his thank you which made you smile. People usually never remembered your name.

“Alright. Have a nice day and thank you for your service.” You chirped before hanging up. The smile he put on your face lingered for a few minutes as you returned to your book.

The next time he called was exactly twelve days later.

“Veterans affairs” you answered, your routine greeting cut short as your eyes were still on your book.

“Hi- I’m calling because uh I still haven’t gotten my benefits check. This is Frankie Morales.”

“Oh Mr. Morales.” You recognized his voice even before he even said his name. You quickly shut your book, pushing your hair out of your face. Had you been thinking about him? No! Okay maybe you stared at his picture for a few minutes longer after he hung up. Yes, it was probably very unprofessional but you couldn't fight the curiosity. You were trying to rationalize the contrasting sharpness and softness of his features with his voice. How it all worked together. How one person's voice could change textures and colors so easily. You wondered what kind of things this man might have seen on the job. Most of the veterans you would help day to day did not have so many redacted missions and deployments. You were in the middle of Narcos season one so you immediately thought of drugs or something equally dangerous. After much pondering, you had come to the conclusion that Frankie Morales was both insanely attractive and insanely courageous. “Still no check, huh?”

“Nope.” He sighed the sound making the phone's shitty speaker crackle as you held it to your ear.

“Let me just check that it was approved...“ you found his profile again and scrolled to the status page. “Hmm... it says it was sent out last Friday after we spoke. That’s so weird...”

“Yeah. Really weird.” He echoed your frustration on the other end.

Typical payroll, you thought to yourself as you rolled your eyes. “I'll get another one sent to you right away. I'll see to it myself.” You tucked the phone under your chin and typed out a short email to Mary in payroll letting her know you'd be stopping by her office to explain the situation. You realized he hadn't hung up yet.

“Sorry for the back and forth.” You said, trying to fill the silence.

“It’s not your fault." The earlier irritation gone. "You’ve been really helpful.” His voice sounded warm and reassuring. Less gruff than it was last you spoke. Instead it was that rich baritone that you caught of glimpse of last time.

You feel your face warm at his compliment. It was this annoying reflex you had. Praise always made you blush no matter what context but it was worse when it came from a (you assume) gorgeous stranger.

“And just to verify that your address is correct- you’re on Maple Lane in Miami, Florida?”

“That’s right.” He confirmed.

“Okay. Sent!” You clicked send on the email, which caused the window to close and reveal Frankie’s profile page again. “I was curious-" You spoke before you really made the decision to speak. You didn’t want to overstep but once again your curiosity got the better of you. Honestly, you were just searching for a way to keep him on the phone. The day had been so boring.

“Your profile says you were stationed in Costa Rica.”

“For a bit.” He replied after a moment. He didn’t sound too defensive but there was definitely some tightness in his answer that made you feel bad for asking. Like you were scratching a wound.

“Did you like it? The country I mean.”

“Are you planning a trip?” He sounds a little amused.

“Yeah- well- kind of. It's more a trip in my head right now. I’d like to go there one day. It looks so beautiful.” You sighed closing your eyes trying to imagine the heat on your skin.

“It is." He agrees. "Really humid though.”

“Mm that sounds nice.” You would kill for some warm weather after such a long winter in DC.

“It was too muggy for me at times." He grumbled. "If you do go, stick to the costal areas where it’s more breezy or else you’ll just be sweating the whole time.”

“I don’t mind a little sweat” you shrugged, still thinking of the awful east coast winter you were currently suffering through. The sexual connotation of what you said hit you hard as soon as you heard the statement in its entirety. You felt your face flush again, though the man on the other end would never know.

“I’m learning Spanish!" You announced loudly trying to move the conversation past your awkwardness.

“Wow. Muy impressivo.”

“Si” you replied but after a moment you admit “I don’t really know what you said.”

Frankie laughed loudly on the other end and you couldn’t help but join in, drawing dirty looks from the elderly lady, Donna, working in the cubicle across from you. You ducked your head behind a stack of papers to avoid her glare.

“Fake it till you make it.” He chuckled.

“Maybe you should help me out.” You took on an indigent but still playful tone. “You sound better than duolingo” Your smile widened when he laughed again. His laugh was what you hoped it would be, by all your assumptions from his picture. It was an unencumbered, unburdened, rich sound with only a hit of roughness from the air behind it.

“Tell me you’re not using that dumb app to learn.” he scoffed, saying your name in an almost scolding tone.

“I’m got my thirty day streak today.” You boasted.

“You’ll be a total tourist if you go by duolingo.”

“But the owl is so cute every time I get something right!” You argued your voice taking on a more childish cadence.

“That’s how they trap you, silly girl.” He teased right back. Usually such a condescending nickname would piss you off but something about the affection behind him using it made you feel very differently. You felt warm like you were proud to be silly as long as it made him laugh.

“Then you saved me just in time, Mr. Morales.” You bit your lip. His scoffing and laughter died down on the other end.

“Frankie” He corrects you.

“Frankie…” You repeated it, smiling at how well the nick name suited the voice over the phone. Honest, sincere, and not pretentious at all. Way better than the pompous guys you know with equally stuffy names like “Edward” and “Christopher.”

“So what do you want to know?” Frankie interrupted your thoughts. “Dime”

You started asking him questions in Spanish to the best of your ability. Granted they weren't particularly probing questions. What is your name? What is your favorite color? What is your favorite animal? What's your favorite book? I am reading Gone Girl. He answered them all with patience and amusement, occasionally interrupting you to correct your pronunciation or explain what a word meant. Every time you’d repeat the word back correctly he would say something like “good” or “there you go” or “you got it”. You hated to admit that his kind words and his praise was doing something to you. You didn't even realize you were clenching your legs together unconsciously, almost in anticipation of his next correction or next answer. His low voice so sweet and encouraging against your ear, more tangible when he was speaking Spanish. You just wanted to hear more of it. Would it be this sweet in other situations? Would it get huskier or rougher? If you closed your eyes it was like he was sitting right next to you. It would be all too easy to slip into that daydream and escape the dull office.

Suddenly out of the corner of your drooping eyes you saw a flashing red light on the phone console meaning another caller was waiting.

“Shoot- i’m sorry, Frankie- I have to take this call.” You shot forward in your chair, legs uncrossing.

“Of-Of course. I should let you get back to work.” He sounded a little sad or so you hoped. You felt bad for interrupting him after you both were having so much fun. You wanted to say he could wait on hold but he killed that idea when he said, "I have work too. Technically I'm five minutes past my lunch break."

Your pout turned to a smile. He was spending his precious lunch break with you? Get a grip! you snapped at yourself.

“You’re welcome to call again if you want.” You threw out the offer in a small voice, scared you would be rejected. You peered over the cubicle wall to see if you were still being glared at. Thankfully Donna was away from her desk. Probably out for a smoke. “It’s really boring here and usually no one calls.”

“Maybe I will.” He replied and you could hear the smile behind those words. You felt your heart clench weirdly in your chest like it didn't know how to process the sudden spike in emotions.

“Bye, Frankie.” You beamed.

“Bye”

This time the smile on your face lasted for hours. Frankie’s laugh echoed around in your head, taunting you, sending your mind to the gutter. His voice went from grit to molasses on a dime. You wanted to be the one to bring out those sounds. You wanted to hear his voice bend and stretch and strain as you fucked him. What the hell is wrong with me? you screamed internally. You had never been so depraved and with a stranger no less! You clearly needed to get laid fast because this much yearning would not end well.

Frankie got the second VA check a few days later and this time he didn’t even feel bad about ripping it in half. He was already reaching for the phone to call you.

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The Right Place

This is the third and final part of the trilogy. I can not thank you enough for the endless support. I did not expect to even turn this into a three-parter, but you asked and you shall receive. You guys are amazing!

So Wrong It's Right

What's Wrong is Right

Warning: dark!Peter Parker x reader, dub-con, all characters are of age, pregnancy, abuse, mild non-con touching, violence

Word Count: 5.4k

Summary: You're an old troubled friend of May's. Your life consists of being a workaholic, a party animal, and bringing home the shittest of guys for a one-hit-wonder. Just when you get your life in order, you're knocked right back into your old habits. Peter has watched you suffer long enough. He can make it all better.

Taglist: @discoverwhattheworldhastooffer

Your world was in shambles and any move you made to try and fix it only seemed to make what was left crumble. You did not speak with anyone since you had found out you were pregnant, not even May. You did not know what you could even say to her or how you could explain what was going on. You knew she would find out sooner or later, but you had planned on later. You could not even stomach the thought of telling her. It would not be easy and you knew you would probably lose her friendship in the process.

You avoided Peter as much as you could. He always messaged to check up on you, but you would never reply. You were disappointed in yourself. If you had just been the biggest person and moved on, if you had not have gotten drunk, you would not be in this situation right now.

Peter never gave up on you. He had hoped you would come around. That you would understand why your life was going in the direction it was. You needed to get away from the toxicity you surrounded with, especially Chris. You were meant for bigger and better things. You were meant to be more than a housewife. You were to be a mother, a lover, a soulmate. You deserved the world and he wanted so bad to give you it plus more.

You continued to shut him out though. You did not answer his phone calls or his text messages no matter how many times he tried. He sat outside on your fire escape many nights, listening to you crying yourself to sleep. It broke his heart to see you in this situation, but he wishes you would look on the bright side of things. Maybe it was not the greatest timing to have a baby, but it didn't mean your lives were ruined. Sometimes what we want is not always what we need. Sometimes change is required for what we need in our life and you weren't necessarily open to it.

He honestly had tried to give you your space. He stuck to the rooftop above you where you could not see him when you would finally leave the house for work. You always looked so beautiful to him, even if he knew you had been crying all night. If you would just answer his messages, he would not have to go this far.

Peter watched you many mornings on your way to work. He followed your bus all the way to the place he prayed you would never go. He kneeled on top of the building, watching as you stared sadly at the front doors of the clinic. He wished you would turn around. To save him from having to web you down before you got in the building. You were picking at your sweater. No matter the number of times you found yourself standing outside the clinic, you never could bring yourself to even reach for the door.

You were at war with yourself. Peter could tell you fought against the changes, but your heart could not bring you to stop them from happening despite how unhappy you were. It always ended with a sigh and with you proceeding to walk the rest of the way to work. Peter seemed to hold his breath until you walked away.

Work was always a drag now. You had nothing to look forward to anymore but everything in the world to worry about. You stared at your phone as it lay against the computer screen. You rubbed your face tiredly.

You knew it was time to let go of your past. You sighed deeply, taking your phone in your hands and clicking on Chris's old messages. You began typing.

Are you able to come by later?

You noticed he read your message right away. You sat your phone down, still staring at the screen when he responded back.

Of course. Just tell me when, and I’ll be there.

You told him you would message him once you got home. You were sure what time you would get off when it came to your job. You wrote a company and spent the hours necessary to do what you needed to do.

By the time your workday had finally ended, you were having mixed feelings about inviting him over. Being pregnant did not help your feelings from being all over the place. Your thumbs hovered over the keypad on your screen. You were hesitant. Even if he had said he respected whatever you decided, you knew he could not entirely mean that. You quickly typed out that you were home and hit send before you could give yourself time to think almost about it. Maybe you should have thought about it a little longer.

Peter was stuck at school for one of his night classes. He dreaded his night classes now more than ever considering your condition. He had already skipping enough classes due to worrying so much about you. He could not afford to flunk out of school now after all the time and effort he had dedicated already. As much as he wanted to keep an eye on you, he tried to give you room to breathe, to think, and process.

You pushed his bags in the living room by the door, straightening your sweater to keep it off of your stomach. You were not big to others, but to you, you worried if people can tell. You did not want to chance it and certainly not with Chris. You wanted this to go as smoothly as possible.

Your heart almost leaped from your chest at the knock on your door. You slid the chain from the lock and pulled the door open to see his face light up as soon as he saw you.

"Hey there, beautiful."

"Hi." You leaned against the door slightly as you moved out of the way for him to enter.

"I'm so glad you're giving this a second-" He stepped into the apartment, noticing bags of his belongings to the side of him and he grew quiet. "You're not giving me a second chance." He pointed out and you frowned slightly, still standing by the door.

"I think it is what's best for the both of us." Your voice was quiet and calm, but in your mind, it was the hardest thing possible for you to say.

"Is it?" His voice seemed bitter and you looked down at your feet, nodding slowly. Even without looking at him, you could still feel his eyes on you. He turned to face you fully and you hesitated to make eye contact with him.

"It is. I still want the best for you."

"Do you not believe I can change? I don't understand. What can I do to change your mind?" He pressed.

"Please don't think I haven't given this a lot of thought. It consumes my mind to no end. I just need to focus on myself right now."

"Imagine that." It was silent in the room and you glanced at him, only to find him shaking his head with a snicker. "It's not what's best for the both of us. Not for me. This is what's best for you. Can't imagine how I even thought you could be anything but selfish."

"Chris, I just want to keep this civil."

"Good for you." He pulls the door from your grasp and slamming it shut, startling you. "That's all you've ever been, hm? You're gonna have to lose that mindset if you plan on marrying me."

"I don't-"

"You will." He corrected, moving so close you could feel his breath across your face. "I put too much time into this for you to walk away from me."

You swallowed hard. The man who stared back at you was far from familiar. You tried to step around him but he only pushed you back into your place between him and the wall.

"Goddamn it, just get your stuff and go!" You raised your voice and he slapped his hand hard across your cheek. It was strong enough to make you see stars in your eyes. You yelped at the impact and held your cheek as it stung in pain.

"You watch your fucking tone." He stared down at you. He had never hit you before in the years you had been together. He never raised a hand to you, but then again, he never raised one for you either.

You could not imagine how much worse this would get. You left sick to your stomach when he grabbed your chin, tilting your head upright to look at him, stroking his fingers across your stinging cheek as his eyes flickered over your face in thought.

"Truth to be told, I think it's you who needs to change. I put up with so much from you. You had me in the beginning. Thought I was getting this wild, sex-crazed wife, oh, the fun we use to have. The drunken nights." He stiffed a laugh as he let his free hand grab the end of your sweater. "You really had me fooled, didn't you sweetheart?"

You were scared to move. Scared that one wrong move and he would hit you again, maybe worse. You closed your eyes, hoping Peter would answer your prayers. You regretted how much you ever took advantage of his kindness. How long you acted like you never noticed. You had always noticed. You felt his hand push underneath your shirt, and his gaze grazed over your stomach.

You noticed the way his hand froze against the small curve of your rounded stomach and he instantly lifted your shirt to see the problem. Your vision was blurred from your tears as he stared at your stomach with wide eyes. You could tell he was getting pissed.

"Really looks like you've been focusing on yourself." He lets your sweater fall back down over your stomach. His grip was still firm on your jaw, giving you no choice but to look at him. "You have some nerve to leave me. I could bet money it's Parker's. It is, isn't it?"

You could not bring yourself to admit it, but you did not have to.

He shoved your face from his hand, causing you to hit your head hard against the wall as he let you go. "You fucking make me sick."

You tried to keep your sobs quiet, listening to his footsteps moving away from you, listening to him jerking his bags up. "Better it's his problem and not mine." He muttered before slamming the door shut behind him.

You pulled your knees to your chest as you sat up against the wall with a sob. You didn't realize how much you needed Peter until now. You were sure he would have been successful if Peter had not have stopped. You hugged your knees as you tried to catch your breath in an attempt to calm yourself down.

After a moment, you took a deep breath as you pushed yourself to your feet. You let out a whimper quiet, feeling mild cramps in your lower stomach. You frowned as you turned the lock to the door, pressing your forehead against it as you held your stomach from the pain. It only seemed to worsen the longer you stood there. You weren't sure what was going on, but you had a feeling whatever it was, it was not good. You stood like that hoping the cramps would ease, but they never did.

It was close to the end of class when Peter's phone vibrated in his pocket. He pulled it out of his phone slightly to see who it was. He glanced up at the professor who had still proceeded with his lecture and Peter lowered his head to answer. He knew something had to be wrong if you were calling him after all this time of avoiding him.

"Y/n? Is everything okay?"

"I think something is wrong." You whimpered quietly and he raises an eyebrow slightly.

"What do you mean "wrong"? Is the baby okay?" He looked up at the teacher who was making eye contact with him now as he talked.

"I don't know." You answered honestly.

That was all it took to get Peter moving. He grabbed his books off of his desk and tossed them in his bag while he scrambled from the classroom.

"It hurts." You rubbed your lower stomach like you always did when you had cramps before. Cramps were normal, but with being pregnant, you could never be too sure what they really meant.

"I know, love. I'm so sorry. Hang tight. I'm on my way." He reassured you as he sprinted out of the building.

---

You lay back on the hospital bed, sighing as Peter ran his hand over your bump in gentle circles. For once, you let him. Your cramps had surprisingly lessened since Peter had shown up, but he did not want to take any chances. It was better to be safe than sorry. He was so worried about you and the baby.

Nurses had been in and out of the room, doing blood work, swabbing, anything necessary to get to the bottom of this. Peter was quiet as he sat on the side of the hospital bed, focused on the massage he was giving your stomach. This was the first time he had touched you since the night you found out you were pregnant.

You could not help back to smile slightly to yourself as his long gentle fingers worked over your skin. He must have sensed your stare because it was not long before his eyes glancing up to meet your stare.

He raised an eyebrow curiously. "Is this okay? I'm not making it worse, am I?"

You shook your head. "It's fine. I'm just watching."

He smiled at you while he continued his massage to your tummy. His eyes looked toward the door when a nurse came in, rolling some equipment over to the bedside.

"Miss. Y/l/n, your lab work should not be much longer. If you do not mind, I would like to do an ultrasound to check on the baby. Is that okay with you?"

You nodded and Peter took his hands back to let her work. She rolled over a chair, taking some gel and squirting some across your lower stomach. The nurse rolled the transducer over the gel and smearing it in as she applied some pleasure in search of a heartbeat. You watched her roam your stomach, biting your bottom lip. Your eyes widened slightly when the sound of the baby's beating heart filled the room. Once the nurse got a clear view, she turned the screen to show you and Peter what she was seeing.

You looked over at the monitor, your heart fluttered slightly at the first sight of your baby. That was your baby, even if it was only a little bean now. You could not stop the smile from forming on your lips. This little bean was life was growing inside of you. This brought a whole new light to your pregnancy. It was like a light had switched on. You did not know how to explain the overwhelming feeling. It felt more real after seeing him or her.

Peter was just as taken back as you. His grin never faded at the sight of your baby. It only made him 10x more eager to be a dad.

"Look at that. Already looks like me." Peter teased and you giggled, considering he or she was not much more than a heartbeat at the moment.

"I can definitely see it." You grinned as Peter rest his hand over yours, sliding his fingers between yours. He brought your hand to his lips before pressing a kiss to the back of it. You watched him kiss your hand and shivered slightly. You did not know what to think of everything at this point.

The nurse checked the baby's heartbeat before turning to the computer behind her and check your lab results with a quiet hum as she scrolled through your charts.

"Well, it seems like everything is just fine. Your baby is certainly healthy and has one of the strongest heartbeats I have ever heard." You looked over at Peter and he only grinned. You could thank Peter for that and all of his spidey senses.

"Your blood pressure was pretty high though and considering your history, your blood pressure has always been perfect. Have you been stressed out lately?" She looked back at you and you nodded slightly.

You were ashamed at how stressed you had let yourself get. "Well, I won't ask for details but if it is anything I can help you with, I would be happy to help. If not, I would stay to keep the stress to a minimum. Your baby does feel anything you feel, so some things can be too much and really take a toll on them." She explained. "Think of this as your baby reminding you to breathe."

You smiled, feeling Peter giving your hand a warm squeeze.

"If your blood pressure does continue to be high, we will see if we can do something to help." You nodded again as she made out some prints of your ultrasound and handing them to you. "If you don't have any questions, I'll let one of the other nurses know and they can keep your paperwork ready for you to go home." She took a paper towel and wiped your stomach clean before tossing it.

With that, she gathered up her equipment before rolling it out of the room with her. You pulled your sweater back down over your stomach.

"Hear that. Now do me a favor and leave all of the worrying up to me." He looked up at you as your eyes stayed glued to your ultrasound prints. His eyes flickered over your face, landing on the bruising mark on your cheek. He reached up, moving a piece of hair back of your face to get a better look. You flinched at the contact. Peter seemed taken back by your flinch.

"What happened? How'd you get that?" You kept your head down with a small frown.

"I invited Chris over to get his stuff. He thought I was taking him back. He didn't take it well." You explained and his eyes widened.

"He hit you?!" You reached Peter's hand as he started to jump up from the bed. "I'll kill him. I swear to you-"

"Peter, please. It's over with now." You assured him, tugging his hand to pull him back to the bed to sit down again. "He's not worth it."

Peter frowned, letting out a deep sigh before leaning in and pressing a gentle kiss to your cheek. He did not want to stress you any more than you had already been. "I'm sorry he did that to you. I wish I could have been there."

"Honestly, I needed this. It made letting go of him a lot easier."

"Was that all he did?"

You grew quiet.

"Did he..."

"No, he didn't." You shook your head after he could finish his sentence. "He saw that I was pregnant and left."

Peter tried to keep his composure as his fist clenches out of your sight. He could not imagine how someone could lay a single finger on you with intentions to hurt you. He was quiet. He was trying to hold it together for your sake.

"He didn't say anything?"

You stayed quiet for a moment, rubbing your thumb across the print. "Just that he was glad it was your problem and not his." You shrugged your shoulders slightly. "Even though it's not a problem, I am glad it's you and not him. I can't imagine what it would be like to have a baby with someone that selfish."

His clenched fist loosened at your words and his eyes softened. He could not believe his ears. Were you really saying this?

His cheeks blushed a deep shade of red. "You mean that?"

You smiled at him with a nod. "I do. You're so selfless and care so much about what you can do for others. Even though I've been selfish, you still stuck by my side. I honestly couldn't ask for a better father for my baby."

His smile widened as he looked at you, resting his hand on your small bump. "Our baby."

You rested your hand on top of his with a smile, nodding your head. "Our baby." You agreed.

---

It was not long after that the nurse gave you the okay to leave. Peter had stopped to get you something to eat before he took you home. He wanted to make sure you had been fed. All of the little things like this had slowly pulled you closer Peter. You were not used to how observant and patient he was. As much as you knew how wrong your whole situation was, you could not help but to give in to it. Despite your age, Peter had treated you better than any other guy you had been with. Even better than the one you had been with for years. Peter was the blessing you never knew you needed. He was the blessing in disguise.

He held onto your hand, walking up the steps to your apartment and using the keys to unlock the door for you. He didn't expect you to let him stay. All he wanted was to make sure you were okay before he left you alone.

"Thank you for everything." You looked up at him as you both stood in front of your door.

He smiled down at you. "You don't have to thank me."

"You know I owe you."

He rolled his eyes playfully. "You don't owe me anything. You're having our baby. I consider that payment enough." He teases, his hands resting on your waist. He could not help but touch you. In every possible, he would if he could. Your cheeks blushed at his response, looking down but Peter let his finger hook underneath your chin to tilt your head back up. Your lips were barely an inch apart when the moment was quickly ruined.

"What the fuck is going on here?!" A familiar voice pulled you from your moment, making your heart sink to the pit of your stomach when the realization hit. You did not even have to look over to know it was May. Her face was red in anger when your eyes met hers. "You ignore me for weeks and when I come to check on you, you're smacking lips with my nephew?! What the fuck is wrong with you?"

Your lips parted to say something, but no words came out. You did not where to begin with explaining yourself to her. You knew this was all wrong, but it was all too late.

"I thought you were hurt, but obviously, you're perfectly fine." She was fuming.

You never wanted her to find out this way. You wished you had more time to think about it and figure out a better way, but this was it. This was the moment of truth and you were terrified to lose your best friend. You felt tears forming in your eyes and Peter frowned.

"Aunt May, stop."

"Stop?! I'm not going to stop! You're not going to use my nephew so you can get over your worthless ex-boyfriend."

"Aunt May!"

You fought to hold back your tears until you could not anymore. You felt the tears running down your face. As much of a low blow that was, you felt you deserved to hear it. "Peter, i-it's okay." You struggled to form your words. You were hurt, embarrassed, ashamed.

"No, it's not." He shook his head, pointing a finger at May as she stood only a few feet distance from the two of you by her car. "You've gone too far."

"I don't understand how you think this is okay, Y/n." She shook her head, ashamed at you.

"I didn't expect for it to be like this. I didn't mean for any of this to happen." You confessed.

"Just like you never meant for all those one-night stands to happen huh? I trusted you!" She yelled, making you flinch. You hung your head in defeat, glancing at Peter with sad eyes before going inside. You could not stomach the rest of the conversation without sobbing. You tried to calm yourself once you were inside.

"That's enough!" Peter yelled suddenly. "I am capable of making my own decisions. I don't need you to decide what is best for me, Aunt May. I'm not here against my will and neither is she."

"She's supposed to be my friend." She didn't know what to make of this.

"You're supposed to be my Aunt! You knew how hard I crushed over her. For years you knew."

"I thought it was just a crush."

He moved closer to her in the parking lot. It was never just a crush. He was head over heels for you. "I love her. I've always loved her. You're can either respect it or accept it, because it's either way, she's pregnant and nothing is going to change that." He stood by her car.

Her mouth fell open in shock. She did not know what to think. Never in a million years would have thought this would happen, but then again never would have you.

"Pregnant?" Her voice was quiet.

He nodded. "I'm gonna be a dad, Aunt May." He pulled his copy of the prints out of his wallet and showing them to her.

She was at a loss for words. He was right. There was nothing she could do about that. May stared at the prints for a moment, trying to process everything in the short time it had all happened.

"Peter... I don't understand..."

"She almost had a miscarriage today because she's been stressing herself out over Chris. You're not going to take this away from me." He looks down at her, taking the prints back from her." He looked down at her as she stared back with a small frown. "Go home, Aunt May before we both do something we'll regret. You can come back when you're ready to apologize for this." He held the car door open for her and she hesitated before slowly getting in the car.

She knew she was in the wrong for how she had handled things, but Peter did not give her the chance to even risk making things worse. Peter felt deep in his heart despite everything she would come around. She would realize how happy you made him and she would accept it, but for now, she needed to leave.

Peter walked back to your front door, knocking on the door with a sigh. After a few moments, you moved from your spot on the couch to answer the door. You opened it slightly to see Peter and you glanced behind him at May's car pulling out of the parking lot.

"How are you?" He frowned when he saw your red watery eyes.

"I feel awful."

He sighed when you finally let go of the door and he stepped inside of the apartment. He let the door close behind him. His arms wrapped around your body instantly, pulling you against mine as he hugged you, resting his head against yours and kissing the top of it. "I'm so sorry. I know it's hard to believe now, but she'll come around. Just give her some time."

"She was going to find out sooner or later. I expected that reaction. I just wasn't prepared for it right now." You pointed out as your head rested against his chest, letting him hold onto you.

You closed your eyes, listening to his heartbeat. You relaxed in his arms. Your eyes were burning from all the tears shed. Peter scooped your body up in his arms bridal style, carrying you down the hall to the bedroom. He laid you down on the bed, sliding into the bed with you as his arms naturally found their way around your waist. Your head fell to his chest as you got lost in your thoughts for a moment.

"I'm starting to think I can never make the right choices." You admitted, laughing slightly to yourself and Peter tilted your head up to look at him.

His lips pressed a kiss to your nose. "Sometimes, the wrong choices bring us to the right places." He assured you before leaning in to close the space between your lips and kissing your lips.

He was true to word. No matter how much you held yourself back, every wrong choice you had ever made in your life brought you to this moment with Peter. This opportunity with Peter to finally get your life right. It was your chance to allow yourself the happiness you knew you both deserved.

End Credits Scene

He was not sure how long he had been sitting with his wrists and ankles restrained to a chair in the middle of a dark room. Maybe hours. It even could have been days. He was not sure. His eyes blinked rapidly to adjust to the light that poured into the room when he finally heard a heavy door open.

"Oh good, you're awake." He was covered in sweat from fear and the heat of the closed-off room. He could make out bits of a red and blue suit. His eyes must have been playing tricks on him. When his eyes finally adjusted to the light, his eyes widened at the sight of Spiderman in front of him. He did not understand what was going on. Spiderman is supposed to save people.

His mouth was covered with solid webbing so he could not speak.

"I'm sure you're wondering why you're here." Peter moved closer to him as he spoke. He leaned down, ripping the webbing from Chris' mouth and making him cry out in pain from the grip it had on his skin. "You see Chris if there's one thing I hate, it's people who hurt the people I care about."

"W-What are you talking about? I haven't done anything."

"Don't play dumb." Peter gritted his teeth underneath his mask, backhanding Chris across the face before gripping his jaw. "You know exactly what you did, but that's okay because it won't happen again. You'll never touch Y/n again. I'll make sure of that."

Blood dripped from Chris's mouth from how hard Peter hit him. "I should fucking kill you for putting your hands on her." He smirked to himself when Chris starts squirming under his grip. "But I won't."

"I won't. I won't touch her again. I swear-"

"Oh, I know you won't." Peter let go of his jaw before backing up towards the door again.

"W-Where are you going? Aren't you going to let me go?" Chris started to panic as Peter pulled his mask off for Chris to see his face. He wanted this to be the last thing he saw if he died and the thing he would definitely remember if he lived.

"I didn't say I was going to let you go. I said I wasn't going to kill you." He smiled and Chris's mouth fell open slightly at the sight of Peter Parker standing before him. "I was thinking we could make a game out of this. I hear you like games. Let's see just how important you really are. I'm gonna leave you here and we're gonna see if your friends succeed with their search party if they even send one out. I can't imagine what they would care about scum like you for, but I guess we'll see. I give you about 48 hours before your body finishes you off itself. That should give you more than enough time to think about what I've said. That's if you do make it and I don't really have faith that's gonna happen, but I'll give you the benefit of the doubt. I expect you to get the hell out of New York. I promise to you if ever see you again, I'll kill you."

Chris swallowed hard as Peter stood in the doorway once more, the sun outlining his figure at the door. He was scared of the possibility of not being found. He was furious that a guy like Peter was capable of putting him in a situation like this.

"They'll find me and when they do, you're a dead man, Peter Parker." He pulled at the restraints on his arms with all of his might but he did not stand a chance against the webbing. Peter made it look so easy.

Peter grinned at Chris's promise. He loved the challenge. The possibility that even if someone did find him, he would have the pleasure of killing him himself. It amused Peter that Chris could even have the nerve to threaten him in the position he was in.

"Well, let the game begin." He gave a wave as he started to pull the door closed. Chris yelled to the top of his lungs until the heavy metal door ceased his screams.

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