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afangirlwashere · 6 years

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Risk pt.3 (Peter Parker x superhero!reader)

(gif is not mine all the credit goes to the creator)

Summary: Two months have passed now. Friendships were strengthened by sharing embarrassing photos and spending weekends together. What comes next? What if a mission goes wrong?

A/N: I am.. Not that happy with this one IDK why.. Just had a hard time translating it from my native language. This is the last part, for now, I might decide to pick it back up later because I have a few more ideas for this series but we’ll see... All of the feedback, reblogs, etc. mean a lot to me so THANK YOU!! Requests are open as always you can check my list of characters I write for here <3

Warnings: Infinity war spoilers!! other than that nothing really. there’s a little swearing.

part 1 part 2 part 4

(you can listen to this song while reading)

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“Oh no...” Ned whimpers.

“Yep...” Peter nods and dodges a flying paper ball in the hallway.

“Dude... If she already saw THAT photo it’s over. Even I contemplated not being friends with you after I saw it!” Ned throws a big pile of books in his locker and closes it “It’s the most embarrassing thing I ever saw. Why does your aunt always has to show it? Why do you let her? And why didn’t you like... ‘accidentally’ burn it or ‘made it disappear’?”

“Because it’s one of the few photos that my dad took of me. She loves all of them but this one especially. I can’t get rid of it. I can’t do that to her.” he explains.

Ned slowly nods “Yeah that would be a dick move.” they just stand next to his locker for a second “But Mr. Stark didn’t see it right?”

Peter looks horrified “God no! No, no, no, no that’s the first thing I told May after he left our apartment, he can never see that photo! He’d call me panty liner for the rest of my life.”

“Okay panty liner my locker isn’t waiting for her period to come any time soon so if you could stop protecting it and move away that would be great.” (Y/N) appears out of a sudden.

Peter steps away from her locker while Ned laughs his ass off.

“Sorry... I couldn’t pass the opportunity. And I’m kind of getting MJ’s manners, we’ve been hanging out a bit more lately.” (Y/N) pushes her hair to one side and lets her whole profile exposed to the boys.

Peter’s eyes are glued to her the whole time she looks for her textbook and heads to class wawing at the boys without looking at them and muttering something as a temporary goodbye.

“You’re not very smooth with that puppy-eyed expression Peter. I think if I’ll have to watch your tortured lovesick face for more than two months I’m gonna have to keep a barf bag around.” Michelle creeps up behind.

“You should have seen him last weekend when we watched Stranger Things. (Y/N) fell asleep next to him and was slowly falling on his shoulder. ‘Ned what do I doo?’ the panic in his eyes... It was hilarious.” Ned laughs.

“It was stressful okay? I never had this happen to me! I didn’t know what to do, I still don’t know!” Peter defends himself.

“You should just tell her,” MJ says like it’s obvious.

“I’ve been telling him the whole time!” Ned cheers “She’s intelligent, hard-working, pretty, you have a lot in common,” he winks “she can literally tell you the history of the whole world, loves building legos - I still can’t believe she rebuilt the Millenium Falcon in one day when she accidentally knocked it down and broke it - loves to watch Avatar: The Last Airbender - we have to have another re-watch together sometime - and she’s super funny!”

“I mean.. I don’t really give much recognition to other’s but... (Y/N) is one of the people in this school that I don’t actually hate. She’s pretty cool. And Ned is right she’s hilarious.” Michelle gives her point of view.

“Yeah, she had a funny remark just now about that super embarrassing pho-”

“Dude!” Peter interrupts him.

“What?” Ned shrugs.

MJ frowns “You mean that super embarrassing naked picture when you were three and put a bunch of panty liners all over your body, even covering your small pen-”

“Did (Y/N) tell you about it?!” Peter’s voice cracks halfway.

“No, she didn’t Kermit.” she uses the old nickname for Peter “Ned did. A while ago actually.”

“Ned!” Peter angrily grunts.

“I’m sorry! It slipped and she can be really scary when she needs to be!” Ned backs away a bit.

“I tried to draw it once because I couldn’t really imagine it.” Michelle blurts out receiving two concerned looks from the boys.

“You’re really weird y’know?” Ned says.

“Yeah... I get that a lot from other people.” Michelle squints her eyes at them.

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After two months of catching up (Y/N) is at least a decent student. Not the top of the class though. That position is reserved for people like Flash and Peter.

Flash is all rich, privileged and snobby. A modern bully truly. There were a few times when he provoked Peter so much that it would be understandable for him to throw a punch but he never did. If anything he backed away trying to disappear.

(Y/N) spoke to him about it once.

“Why do you let him do that? A punch in the face would handle it and we’d never hear from Flash again I guarantee you that. You would have the upper hand.”

“And that’s why I can’t do it even if I wanted to. It wouldn’t be fair. I have these powers not to hurt people but to protect them. I would love to do all sorts of sports but with my strength, it would be unfair to have such an advantage.” Peter explained.

“You’re ripping yourself off of all the high school experiences that way.” (Y/N) argued.

Peter just shrugged “It’s the superhero burden I have to take. I wouldn’t punch Flash even if I was a normal teenager. That’s not me.”

(Y/N) clenched her teeth “But that’s me. I’m breaking his nose next time.”

“You can’t do that! They would call your parents and they’d have to come in to talk to the principal!” he freaked out.

“The only person that would have to come to the principal’s office would be Mr. Stark. He’s the one responsible for me now. And I’m pretty sure he’s wealthier than Flash's parents.”

Peter is the opposite of Flash. He doesn’t come from a rich family, he’s not arrogant or privileged because of the money on his bank account. He’s caring and does whatever he can to help anyone even when it’s not in his power.

(Y/N) noticed that whenever an ambulance or a police car passes the school and its sirens reach to their classroom Peter’s eyes fly to the window and he gets all nervous and starts to wiggle in his chair. He wants to go out there and be helpful. It surprised her how much he searches for danger.

But his caring side stretches out even more. They meet up every week at least twice to do some school work. It benefits both of them. Peter can’t jump in his suit and go be Spider-Man since he has to stay and do his work plus help (Y/N). And she has a place without distractions (until Ned comes) and basically gets a tutor.

Peter is a great teacher. He explains everything with so much patience it amazes her. Seven times is his record in explaining one thing.

They are slowly developing a tradition with aunt May. Every Thursday (Y/N) stays for dinner sometimes joined by Ned too.

When May found out (Y/N) lived alone in her own apartment without any parental supervision she almost had a heart attack. Let’s say Mr. Stark had to deal with a very long furious phonecall but when he explained how everything works and how he makes sure that she’s got everything she needs it calmed her down at least a bit.

For a moment she even considered having her move to the Parkers. In the end, they negotiated that she’ll be having dinner with them every Thursday and if she ever needed she can come to their place at any hour of the day.

“24/7 calling service. If you ever need to talk I’m here for you sunshine.” May’s heartwarming smiles always lightened her mood.

It’s obvious where Peter got his caring side from.

It’s currently Wednesday 11PM which sounds like the best time to start writing an essay that’s due tomorrow right? Thankfully for (Y/N), it was a history essay which shouldn’t be as hard.

Legs hanging from her bed dangling in the rhythm of the song playing in her earbuds make her stay awake.

Just ten minutes into vomiting words onto the page she hears a loud thud on her window that couldn’t drown in the beats of the music.

(Y/N) turns to the window suddenly wide awake. It sounded like a bullet. Thankfully Mr. Stark made sure all the windows are going to be bulletproof so as long as they stay closed she’ll be fine.

Her lazy ass didn’t close the blinds, therefore, the blood smeared handprint is the first thing she sees.

She throws her laptop on the bed and runs over to the window.

There he is.

Lying on her fire escape stairs.

Spider-Man.

“Peter?!” (Y/N) shrieks while tugging at the window to open it as wide as possible “Can you get up? I have to get you inside.” she holds her hand out and he shakily clutches it.

It takes them a minute before Peter slips through the window into her warm room.

His suit is torn on so many places it looks more like a weird piece of clothing sewed from rags. There’s dried up blood on all the cuts and fresh on his hands. Whoever he was fighting must have hit some of his suit's systems which were powering the heater since Peter was shivering.

“What the hell happened?!”

While pulling off the Spider-Man mask he reveals his beaten up face full of bruises. He even managed to cut up his eyebrow.

(Y/N) covers her mouth in shock and stares at him.

“I-I’m sorry I couldn’t go home because May would have freaked out and I panicked! If she saw me like that-”

“Get that suit off and take a shower.” (Y/N) starts pushing him to the door.

Peter looks surprised at how calm her voice sounds all of a sudden and does as she tells him.

(Y/N) gives him an old big unisex shirt that she wears at home to change into. She doesn’t have any pants for him here so he has to stay in his boxers.

After ten minutes he comes back to her room looking ashamed of himself. (Y/N) sits on her bed bitting her nails and nervously hitting the bed frame with her foot. She was considering calling Tony or his aunt the whole time he was in the shower. What if he has internal bleeding or something else neither of them can recognize.

“There was... a lot of blood... But I cleaned it all off! You don’t have to worry about it...” he whispers the last sentence.

He feels bad for putting her under such pressure.

(Y/N) quickly stands up and walks over to him.

She touches his bicep “Are you hurt here?”

“No-oww!” Peter whimpers when she punches him with all her strength.

“What the hell were you thinking?! Who the fuck were you going against?! You should have called me for backup there’s strength in numbers! God, you’re such an idiot Peter what if something worse happened to you? Huh...? Start thinking before you go in!”

Maybe I should have gone to aunt May, Peter thinks to himself.

“And now sit down I have to sew up your eyebrow and disinfect all your wounds.” (Y/N) commands him still pissed off and he can’t do anything but listen.

“I’m sorry...” Peter whispers when (Y/N) sprays in his cuts.

“Am I missing any?” she completely ignores his apology which is a sign for him to try harder.

“There’s one on my back. It bled the most.” he turns around and pushes his shirt up.

“Oh my god Peter...” (Y/N) mumbles lightly touching a giant gash on Peter’s back making him groan in pain “This is going to hurt badly but you have to take it. You should have bled out due to this but I think all your healing powers are concentrating on this big cut because it looks like it’s already sealing. I’m not even gonna sew it, it would have been unnecessary pain.”

When they finish this painful thing they move on to sewing. Peter isn’t the biggest fan of needles but he trusts (Y/N). He’s not sure where she learned to do it but when he sees how precisely she threads the eye of the needle he knows he’s in good hands.

Their faces are inches away from each other now.

Ever since (Y/N) got him out of that...place Thanos put him in he trusted her with his life more than anyone. His first instinct was to go to her when he got hurt. He couldn’t help but feel safe around her. The need to protect her was there too even though she proved that she’s more than capable of taking care of herself.

Before he can organize all his thoughts she’s already cutting the thread and checking his eyebrow for the last time.

“(Y/N) I am really sorry. I didn’t want to scare you like that. Honestly, it’s the last thing I wanted to do. I feel like an absolute idiot now.” Peter tries to apologize again.

“You are an idiot. But you always do the heroic thing, Peter... Always. And that’s one of the things I like about you. You sacrifice yourself for others, you never show off even when you have all the right to do it, whenever there’s a crime you’re there in a second and you don’t care if you have an army behind your back or if you’re all alone against a thousand bad guys. You’d still fight them. And that’s what heroes do. But that’s also what idiots do. And since May isn’t here,” she leans forward and kisses the sewed up cut on his eyebrow “Someone has to do it. It probably doesn’t have the same power as hers would but... At least something.”

Peter’s heart starts racing. He gently takes her hand before she pulls away from him “Wait.” this is the first time she let him touch her without flinching since he’s been back in the world of the living.

Her skin is soft which makes Peter’s throat feel dry.

He hears Ned’s, May’s and Michelle’s voices in his head.

Dude! Kiss her!

Come on Peter!

You’re brave enough to fight with a bunch of criminals but you don’t have the courage to kiss a girl? Don’t be a loser Parker.

Peter has the same puppy-eyed expression. His big hazel eyes looking right at her make her cheeks feel hot.

“I-I just wanted to thank you for this. Not just this! But... but everything you do for me not just now but in school too and that you have my back and I can count on you when something happens and...” Peter knows he’s babbling again. There’s nothing he can do about it. This is just how he deals with nervousness.

“I should be the one thanking you. If you didn't tutor me I would probably fail chemistry. With my skills? I’d be sent back to middle school.” (Y/N) chuckles.

Peter is still holding her hand and it makes her skin burn with anticipation.

“That was nothing really. I actually enjoyed it! Going through the basics again with you was fun so it’s not such a big deal! You do a lot more for me! I don’t know where I’d be without you (Y/N) and I just wanted to thank you for all-”

“Come on...” she interrupts him because it’s nerve-racking to listen to his nervous babbling.

“What?” he’s dumbfoundedly looking at her with his big eyes.

“Kiss me!” (Y/N) feels like she’s going to explode if she won’t finally feel his lips against hers.

Peter’s face changes into the one she was slowly falling in love with over those two months. It’s full of deep affection, his torn up eyebrow turning just the right way and the way light glistens in his eyes...

He finally leans in and connects their lips.

And did the fireworks explode at that moment?

No.

It feels like there are stars exploding inside them. No, galaxies! The whole universe just exploded and they are the only ones left. Even though they are just two teenagers kissing in a room. That’s how it feels.

Peter’s hand moves from her forearm to her shoulder. He always thought it would be awkward and he wouldn’t know what to do with his hands but they instinctively move to her neck pulling her even closer to him.

(Y/N) tangles her hand in his hair and cups his face with the other. She doesn’t want the kiss to end. This moment can’t end.

Peter is overflown with pleasure wrapping a hand around her waist drawing her closer.

Eventually, they have to move away from each other both panting with hungry expressions. The second their heads stop spinning both of Peter’s hands wrap around (Y/N)’s waist again and she plays with his hair.

He gently places her on the bed enjoying how she looks under him for a moment. They both examine each other's faces from a new angle for a second and it seems they like the change.

(Y/N) pulls Peter in for another kiss while she ventures with her hand under his shirt sending chills all over his body. She starts to pull it up as a sign she wants it off and he understands perfectly.

He puts all his weight on his knees and swiftly throws the shirt somewhere on the ground. Before he can steal another kiss (Y/N) puts her palm on his chest and stops him.

She sees his whole torso for the first time which looks like a minefield of bruises and cuts after tonight.

“You don’t have to worry... It almost doesn’t hurt... promise.” Peter mumbles.

Seeing her wistful gaze makes him feel a whole new emotion he can’t explain yet.

(Y/N) changes their positions in one brisk movement being the one on top now. Peter looks almost shocked at the sudden change. Maybe even a little scared.

(Y/N) lowers her lips to his arm and gives a long kiss to one of the bigger bruises slowly making her way down his body treating every bruise the same.

Peter can’t stop himself from letting out a few moans. This is the first time he’s experiencing something like this and it is so much better than he imagined it to be.

She stops right at his bellybutton viewing a cut that’s just above his V-line. Peter notices she stopped so he opens his eyes and looks at her. It takes him a second to realize what she’s thinking about.

“We don’t have to do it. I would never pressure you into it, we don’t have to rush it.” he tries to reassure her.

“I know.” she nods still buried in her thoughts “Just promise me you won’t endanger yourself like that again so that moment can actually happen.” her eyes lock with his.

Peter stays silent. He’s not answering because they both know he can’t promise her that and he’s not going to lie to her either.

“I’d kiss your whole back too but I think that would be a weird position to be in..” (Y/N) moves up to his face “But I hope this will make up for it.” her lips slowly travel from his neck to his lips.

This kiss is slower and they’re both enjoying it as much as possible.

After a few more exchanges like this (Y/N) rests her head on Peter’s chest listening to his strong stable heartbeat.

He rests his chin on her head and breathes in the scent of her hair which overwhelms his senses. Seems like coconut is his favorite smell now.

With their feet and hands tangled they both peacefully fall asleep.

Some risks were taken.

But there’s nothing to rush, right?

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kpep · 7 years

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STARS OF A CULT CLASSIC ★ MINGHAO

⇢ Pairing: Xu Minghao / Reader

⇢ Word Count: 2009

⇢ Genre: Fluff

⇢ Spin-Off: Jeonghan

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No one was born good or bad. Society just dictates who ‘the good,’ and who ‘the bad,’ are.

These are the words Minghao lives by. Since he decided that he wouldn’t care about how society sees him as, he just completely let go and lived freely. Society and their opinions be damned. He always had that rebellious streak in him; it was just quelled by his parents when he was younger for their reputation. People thought that if you were born in a wealthy family, then you automatically become happy. However, being rich and having strict Chinese parents requires a child to follow all of their rules and be caged in their expectations. He wouldn’t tolerate that kind of life anymore, so he moved to Korea. His parents couldn’t do anything as he is an only child, and thus, their only heir.

However, they had an agreement for when he comes back.

Minghao met Jeonghan and Wonwoo first, when he went to Korea. He immediately liked them because they aren’t superficial. They have their own thing going on and don’t care about what other people say, so he stuck with them.

Then, he saw her.

Minghao finally had the courage to talk to her now, after years of just being content at looking at her from afar. He found it weird that of all people, he liked her. It’s so cliché. But he was afraid to approach her because they ran in completely different cliques. He’s afraid that she would reject him. Or worse, that people would hate her or do bad things to her because of his reputation and the group of girls that follow him around. Not to mention that he sort of bullies her because that’s the only interaction that they could have that would not be questioned.

However, Minghao couldn’t afford to approach her now.

Jeonghan needs him and Wonwoo because he’s been a mess ever since his girl left him. His only fault was not telling her about his engagement to his childhood sweetheart. But no one could be blamed who and when they love. It wasn’t his fault that he loved her. He doesn’t even love his childhood sweetheart anymore. Their parents just had an agreement to have them married to one another in order for their companies to merge. At that time, he didn’t care about the mergers because he loved her, until he went to her as she was sent to America to study. He found out his childhood sweetheart was cheating all along. He never told their parents because he secretly hoped she’ll come back, but he couldn’t stand the betrayal. They talked and mutually agreed that the wedding’s off, but they haven’t told their parents so they let the engagement be.

Jeonghan’s parents found out about his girl – the one he loved and loves, until now – and was furious. They told her that Jeonghan was already engaged, and all hell broke loose. That was two years ago. Jeonghan became more of a recluse, but he worked his ass off to nullify the contract their parents made when he and his childhood sweetheart were younger. But he was too late, his girl already moved on to another.

So here they are, drinking to their life’s content, or to his numbness, in Jeonghan’s case.

“Jeonghan, can you still go home?” Minghao asked, but Jeonghan gave no response. His eyes were closed, he was humming to himself, and then he drank Soju straight from the bottle.

“Don’t worry, I called his driver already. He’s on his way,” Wonwoo said to Minghao.

“All right, I’m drunk already, so I’ll go on ahead. Can you make sure his driver is here before you go? Thanks, man,” Minghao told Wonwoo, getting up from his spot slowly. Out of the three, Wonwoo had the strongest alcohol tolerance so even when they drink the same amount of alcohol that would get Jeonghan and Minghao drunk, Wonwoo would still be sober.

“Would you be able to get home in one piece?” Wonwoo joked.

“Of course, man, see you tomorrow,” Minghao quipped as he waved goodbye to Wonwoo and walked in his drunken stupor. At least he’s not stupid enough to ride his Ducati when he’s that drunk.

On the way back to his apartment, he was already getting sleepy and his vision was becoming blurry. He put his hood on so no one would recognize him in the dead of the night.

“Who–Who’s there?” a voice called out. Minghao immediately recognized that voice, but he thought that he was just imagining it.

It was her voice.

He paid it no mind and continued to walk in his pace. As his vision was blurry, he didn’t notice the person in front of him and bumped her. They both fell into the ground, him on top of her. He rolled to the side and tried to get up, tried being the key word.

“Are you okay?” Minghao inquired slowly, fully enunciating his words. He didn’t wait for the person to respond as he drifted off to sleep.

You’re the type to go out at night and stargaze. This time, since it was almost 2:00 a.m., you just stood in front of your house to feel the air and look at the stars. You live in a decent area, and you’re just going to stand in front of your house anyway, so you have no qualms about that. Your parents and brother are out for the night, anyway, so they couldn’t dictate you to not go out.

You looked to the right, and you saw a hooded figure, staggering in his steps. Obviously, whoever it is was drunk, so you were kind of afraid, as most drunks are trouble.

“Who–Who’s there?” you asked, your voice breaking.

The figure didn’t respond but proceeded to stagger in his steps.

You were about to open the gate to your house when something crashed onto you. In your surprise, you fell onto the ground and felt someone softly fall onto you as well. You guess it was the hooded figure, as they rolled to the side and tried to get up.

“Are you okay?” the figure said slowly, fully enunciating his words. He didn’t wait for you to respond as he slept and slumped to you.

You didn’t know what to do with him, but you obviously can’t just leave him slumped on the road, in front of your house. You took his hood off, and you recognised it as Minghao.

It was Mister Bad Boy Extraordinaire and your high school tormenter. For a minute, you consider leaving him by the road because of his attitude towards you, but you just couldn’t be that person. Plus, he looked too beautiful to stay there. You slapped his cheeks softly to wake him up because you couldn’t carry him inside your house.

Luckily, he stirred and looked at you. “Oh, Miss President, what are you doing?” he slurred his words out and poked your cheek.

“Come on, stand up. I can’t support your weight,” you said, moving away from his incessant poking.

“Why would you need to support my weight?” he asked with a goofy smile in his face, and you can’t help but find it a little cute. That was the first time you saw him have a smile on his face instead of his signature smirk.

“You’re lying down on the road. Let’s get you up, so you can sleep,” you explained and proceeded to pull him up.

He complied. “This isn’t my house. Are you bringing me to your home? Ah, Miss President, I knew you couldn’t resist my charms,” he teased.

You couldn’t decipher if he’s joking or what. After all the times you cried because of his harsh words, you couldn’t believe what you’re hearing from him now. You opened the gate of your house and slowly walked with him, so he wouldn’t fall. You reached the door and let him inside first before you.

The both of you trekked your stairs, so you could put him in your room because you sure as hell don’t want to explain to your family who he is and what he is doing in your home. But halfway through, he decided to give up.

“Your stairs are so comfy, can I just stay here forever?” he murmured, letting go of your arms, and spreading his body on the stairs. His eyes were already closed, and he was snoring softly. Your stairs are carpeted, so you understand why he would want to just stay there, but you still can’t afford to explain to your family who he is and why he is sleeping there.

You didn’t know what to do with him because he didn’t want to stand up anymore, so you tickled his sides, in hopes of getting him to wake up. It worked. He was giggling like a child, and you snapped a photo of him to treasure. It was a good thing that the camera didn’t flash.

“Minghao, come on. We’re almost there. Just a few more steps to get to my room so you can sleep,” you said.

He looked at you in an inverted manner, as his front was facing up. “So, we’re going to sleep together in your room?” he queried, his signature smirk back on his face.

“You are going to sleep in my room, while I am going to sleep in my brother’s room,” you said and he pouted.

“Why?” he complained, his voice whiny.

“Stop asking questions. Would you rather I left you outside? Or would you comply with my demands and go upstairs?” you threatened, exasperated. It was two in the morning, after all.

“I’m coming Miss President, chill,” he said. You don’t know why he insists on calling you Miss President, but you’re not about to argue with him at the moment.

Finally, the both of you get into your room, and he slumped into your bed.

“Your bed smells like you,” he noted, and you tried to smell yourself to know what he meant but found nothing distinct.

You were about to go out when he suddenly sat up in the bed and removed his hoodie. He also removed his shirt, giving you a nice view of his upper body and tattoos. His arms, back, and side were filled with them. You looked closely and saw marks in his skin, some of burn marks, and some of cuts and lacerations being covered by the tattoos.

You didn’t realize that he turned around and was looking at you.

“As they say, take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

You were blushing because he caught you staring at him, but you acted like it was no big deal. “Your tattoos, what do they say?”

“Which ones?” He seemed really sober when he replied this time.

“What do they cover?” you asked, and his eyes hardened while his lips flattened into a line. You both stared at one another and he didn’t answer. His previous playful mood shifted to a sombre one.

“Good night,” you said.

“Good night,” he said.

You closed the door to your room and went to your brother’s room to sleep.

In the morning, you woke up with the sun shining in your face. You immediately stood up from the bed with your heart palpitating, trying to look for the time. You looked at your phone and it says 8:42 a.m.; you remember your parents saying they’ll be back by 6:00 a.m. – almost three hours before.

You’re increasingly becoming nervous because you don’t know what had transpired while you slept peacefully. From the corner of your eye, you saw two pieces of paper on your brother’s bedside table.

You opened the first one which says, “I’m sorry, Miss President.”

While the second one says, “Thanks for not leaving me in the ditch last night. Maybe one day I can tell you each of my tattoos’ stories. Talk to you later, Miss President. P.S. I like your family; they’re nice.”

You’re so dead.

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