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fratboykate · 2 years

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FBAU - Has Yelena ever been In the Wrong. Not just casually, like normal bickery fights. More in the whole 'Now I must do the running and convince my Beautiful Idiot that I'm apparently ALSO an idiot, but I can fix this'. I figure it would be less grand, slightly ill-timed gestures than when it's Kate, more solid work at providing measurable improvements and a graph to show how that improvement could be plotted out along the axis of 'give me another chance'. (Although it might also be one of the few times that Yelena asks her Dad for relationship advice. 'You have messed up frequently, yet mom has always forgiven you. How and why, if we assume from the outset that 'these guns' isn't the answer?')

Papi give us more FBAU angst it's so juicy. I know the one we had is over but it can't be the only problem they had.

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ANGST ANGST ANGST ANGST ANGST ANGST ANGST (me chanting about FBAU)

"Hi, baby!" Kate is moving around her apartment doing stuff while she answers the call. "I saw your train left a little late and I know it's gonna be tight but I was thinking we could maybe squeeze in some…fun alone time…before we leave."

Kate lands on her kitchen counter. She rests her elbows on the marble and brings her hand to her chin while she looks at the device in her hand and playfully lifts her eyebrows a couple of times, driving home the point of what she's alluding to. Yelena looks at her seriously from the other end of the video call.

"Kate, I didn't get on the train. I can't make it."

Kate laughs at first, then when she sees that Yelena is very much not sitting on a train and that she isn't joking, she grows serious.

"What the fuck?"

"It doesn't seem responsible for me to…"

"'It doesn't seem responsible' for you to come hang out with me while me and my team get a couple awards after we busted our asses all year? We've built this thing up from the ground and people are seeing it. That's fucking huge. I want you there with me, babe."

"Kate…"

Kate cuts her off. Her tone is different now, harsher. She's officially pissed off.

"I've barely seen you my last few weeks up there and you straight up asked me not to come on my last week because "you had a lot going on" an…"

"I do have a lot going on! And you're distracting! Always. You always want to talk or do something or be somewhere. I don't have time for it. My deadline to secure the extra funding is coming up and…"

"I told you I would give you the money!"

"I don't want your money, Kate! Besides, that's not even how this is supposed to work. The whole point of me doing this is proving myself as a researcher and a fundraiser. Right now it feels like I'm failing at both and it doesn't seem efficient for me to come down there and fuck around for a weekend."

"There hasn't been much 'fucking around' happening at all."

"Oh god, not this again."

"We haven't had sex in over three months!"

"There are more important things in life, Kate. Jesus."

"It might not be important to you but it is to me."

"You're not a hormonal fourteen-year-old boy. You'll live."

"Heaven forbid I want to have sex with my wife. How terrible and inconvenient of me…"

"It is inconvenient actually that whenever I'm trying to work you're basically trying to hump my leg like a dog. All the time, Kate. All the damn time. It's part of the reason I don't want you around. It's annoying."

The words cut deep.

"'It's so shitty of you to find me attractive and want to make love to me, Kate.'"

Kate retorts in a mocking voice, seemingly imitating Yelena.

"It is when I'm trying to do other things, yeah."

Yelena deadpans back.

"You're fucking cold as fuck when you wanna be you know that, right?"

"No, I simply don't need to be on top of you all day long to prove that I love you."

"I don't need to prove shit. Obviously one of us loves the other one more and it's clearly not you. For the last year, I've been the one putting in the effort. I'm married to you, you're married to your stupid fucking dissertation. You just sat there, looked me in the eyes, and told me that the most important night of my career so far is 'fucking around' to you. What the fuck?! I'm there for EVERYTHING. Remember the book thing? When the one book you needed was in the Jersey library and I jumped through hoops, charmed the lady into giving me a library card even though I don't live in Jersey, and drove it four fucking hours so you could quote ONE fucking sentence from it? Yeah. That was a fun adventure. You wanna know what I didn't tell you? We had a massive investor meeting that day but I bailed on Wes and Em last minute so I could solve YOUR PROBLEM and caught SO MUCH SHIT FOR IT…FOR YOU. This thing has taken over our ENTIRE LIVES and I've been there all the way but you couldn't be bothered to get on the train and be here tonight??? For ONE thing??? Every day I wish Harvard had rejected you. You'd be living here and we'd be happier."

"Go fuck yourself, Kate ."

"Someone has to!"

"You're such a child."

"You know what? It doesn't 'seem responsible' for the SVP of both the Fastest Growing and Most Innovative US Company Of The Year to be wasting time on this bullshit call. Connect with my assistant if you want to reach me. Better yet, maybe it should just be my lawyer. That seems more 'efficient'."

Kate ends the call.

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I mentioned that they had their frequent average couple bickering, but they didn't ARGUE a lot. When it did happen tho...PHEWWW...it was like "WE'RE BOTH ABOUT TO FUCK THE OTHER UPPPPP". Nuclear shit. They limited the GOOD ONES to maybe twice a year, but when it happened, it was borderline "we're fucking dooooooneeeeee" maybe 1/3 of the time haha. That's how intense they got.

They stuck with couple's therapy since they were twenty-two, so they never went through with the whole "actually breaking up" shit. Ultimately they really had a strong foundation, but I think there is no fucking way you can be in a long-term relationship with someone and not have Big Problems every so often. Doesn't matter how much therapy you have under your belt. It's human nature. Besides, your therapist isn't there 24/7 with you, so like...when left to your own devices...shit happens.

I think it was like 85-15% on who was in the wrong in every argument and I think we all know which of those is Kate's number lol. But while Kate fucked up more frequently, Yelena fucked up more intensely??? Does that make sense? Like...she didn't come up to bat as often, but when she did, they were like EPIC FUCK UP HOME RUNS. Most of the time.

The situation above is a prime example of that...

#kyfbau #anonymous #answers #kyfbaup

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lonelyfanboy48 · 2 years

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Manes Of Optimistic Pride Chapter 4 Permanently Outgoing

“Libby!” Molly called.

“Libby!” Marceline called, floating above the ranch.

“This isn’t the time to play hide and seek!” Ruby called.

“It’s been fifteen minutes, where in the tarnation is she?” Applejack retorted.

After coming back together, they thought Libby left the ranch on her own, but at the same time, Molly knew Libby wouldn’t do that. “Have we checked inside the barns?” Molly asked.

“It’s mostly off limits for visitors unless they have permission.” Amabel replied. “But since we checked everywhere else, she must’ve wandered off.”

“Let’s check them out then.” Ruby replied. As the group head their way to one of the barns of the ranch, they heard Liam’s voice, but also Libby’s. Once they slowly headed to the barn door, Molly and Andrea popped their heads and saw Libby having a private discussion with Liam.

“If you didn’t want to tag along for the fundraiser, you could’ve texted Molly last night.” Liam said.

“It’s just I don’t want Molly to fail on her goal, but the LGBT Cartoon Community isn’t meant for me, or even her.” Libby responded.

“Myself included, I doubt she’ll have anyone who’ll probably be close to her in that type of relationship.”

Upon hearing the confession, Molly had no words at all. But what confused her is what Liam just expressed. As for Andrea, she didn’t tag along the same way Libby did. Her curiosity is personal the more she experiences it with the LGBT Cartoon Community.

“Libby…” Molly exposing herself.

“Molly.” Libby took notice.

“You and your friends aren’t allowed to be here.” Liam recalled.

“We were looking for Libby.” Marceline replied. “And we still haven’t ridden the horses yet.”

“Sorry, after taking a hike, she wanted a private conversation in this barn.”

“I was stressed out, okay!?” Libby confessed.

“About the LGBT Cartoon Community and what it’s about?” Molly walked up to Libby. “Not to mention not for people like me?”

Libby stared at Molly’s eyes closely, without giving her a chance to leave. “What Amity told you wasn’t supposed to make you feel uncomfortable since you asked to know about relationships like that.” Ruby replied.

“Also, it was difficult to showcase it in our shows.” Luna added.

“If you didn’t want to come along, you should’ve told us when you had the chance.” Applejack added.

Libby signed, realizing that she double-crossed the LGBT Community, even if she wanted it to happen right away. Not to mention that her friend Molly is way ahead of her lead then she thought. “Do you even know that from where I live, there’s no LGBT group of some sort?”

The community looked at each other after Libby’s confession. “You never saw any bisexuals in you’re life?” Amabel replied.

“No. I’m never against it, but my parents are, mostly.”

“Then what would your parents feel if they found out about this?” Ruby added.

“Because they never knew anything of what any of you were feeling in your shows…until Amity told me last night…which is something I’ve been trying to avoid.” Libby walked past the group as she headed out the barn.

Molly didn’t forget that her best friend was always part of a jewish family. She also forgets how sensitive she can be when a question comes to her. “You were fearing that people will mistake us as a gay couple?” She walked out of the barn, to which Libby stood in place.

“Yes.” Libby refuses to turn her attention to Molly. “Do you ever picture yourself like that?”

The optimistic girl wanted Libby as a friend, but as her girlfriend was nowhere near her goals, especially for her Disney Channel show. The LGBT Community has dealt with people feeling uncomfortable when they come across their community. Libby being one of those people gave them less options knowing full well they want no business of it.

But Xochi, who just joined the group, walks up to Libby from behind. “If I picture you and your friend as girlfriends, she wouldn’t even help us right now.”

“And actually expect a different cartoon star to step in on the fundraiser? I would stay out of it inst-”

“Don’t say another word.” She leaned down while Libby turned to her. “Whatever you’re going through, you will never stop or change that. The only thing I have learned since meeting this community so far is that they’re relentless.”

“But in a good way.” Luna added while Amabel walked past her.

“Besides, I would only judge you if you tried to stop us. If I was in a group I disliked in the whole world, I would still keep it to myself.”

“Granted, if we were forced to, but that’s besides the point.” Xochi replied. “If there’s one thing the group expects you to do is contribute to the help.”

“But what am I supposed to do?” Libby wondered.

“You’ll figure it out when the time is right. Also in case you haven’t noticed, there are jewish people who are gay and part of the community.”

“It’s true.” Andrea crossed her arms. “From the way I see it, we might meet a jewish person who could be gay.”

“That would be interesting.” Marceline added.

“Yeah, granted you would not be attracted to that person, but you might witness that they exist at least.” Molly smiled.

Libby could only wish she could ride a horse just for fun, similar to riding a buffalo just like in the Disney cartoon. But at the same time, the community who’s taking part of this will contribute something extraordinary. And yet what they lack is expected, unexpectedly out of nowhere when the time is right.

Then, Luna’s phone rang, she picked it up and got a text from Luz. “Luz and the others are heading over here.” She answered. “Looks like we’re ready to ride the horses soon.”

“Okay, I’ll get the horses ready for you’all.” Liam heading to the horse pen.

“Right behind you.” Applejack volunteered.

The community headed back to the entrance to reunite with the rest of the group. “You'll be fine.” Xochi padding on Libby’s shoulder.

“It’s still day one.” Amabel walking past. “We have weeks to put this together.”

As Libby turned to the LGBT community, Molly walked up to her. “Are you still nervous?”

“Just a little bit.” Libby signed. “But I’m not responsible for this, so I’ve just been overreacting.”

“So what do you think you're gonna do to help this community?”

“Well, I was thinking about riding a horse, but that’s not helping at all.”

“When we’re done, I’ll ask Liam if we can ride a horse together, just for fun.” The two walked together, heading to the entrance of the ranch. “By the way, if you do have an idea that could work, I would definitely be on board with it.”

“I guess we'll see what happens.”

#fanfiction #The Ghost And Molly McGee #molly mcgee #libby stein torres #lgbtq community #lgbt #lgbt pride #luna loud #marceline #applejack #ruby steven universe #xochi #Cartoon Crossover #CrossOver #lgbtq #lgbt cartoons

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mitsoumi · 2 years

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The Next 9 Things You should Do For Dating Success

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aliensunflower-fics · 3 years

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How to Exploit Kindness [A New Kind of Lila Salt Prompt]

[ Ive seen Lila and Class salt that goes a lot of different ways. In some Lilas a sad lonely girl who will do anything for friends and the class fall for her lies through a mixture of manipulation and Lila’s genuine sad lonely but real persona. In others Lila is insane and the class get basically sucked into her cult. And in others still, Lila slowly breaks the class down by preying on there insecurities, hidden jealousies ect. There are the versions where Lila just bribes the class with connections and the versions where Lila frames Marinette until no one believes her. But I wanted to write a new idea for people to use, one that I feel is a bit more realistic. One where Marinette’s classmates are more their more authentic kind selves but still get slowly pulled into Lila’s web and where Lila is just a bit more intelligent. ]

[ As usual with all my prompts feel free to borrow the idea to write for your own thing salt, sugar, cuteness angst ect just be sure to credit me for the idea so I can read it. ]

Lila was furious! This wasn’t how it was supposed to go! She was supposed to be everyone's friend! She was supposed to finally get a cute perfect boyfriend who would cherish her like she deserved! She was supposed to be HAPPY! But no, the pathetic beetle Ladybug and that goody two shoes Marinette kept ruining everything!

No… No that wasn’t quite true. As much as she wanted to blame her problems on those two it wasn’t entirely their faults. Honestly Lila wasn’t quite sure what had happened. Her lies had been working at first, they had gotten her praise and compliments and adoration and friendship! But now? Now they were all ignoring her, unimpressed by her celeb lies! She could not understand it! At first she’d been sure it was Marinette or Ladybug maybe even Adrien had turned on her! But when she’d probed for information she’d learned that none of them had blown the whistle. So what was it! Tomorrow… Tomorrow she will find out one way or another. She needed to get them back under her thumb somehow.

It was Chloe who gave Lila her answers. Chloe was the reason none of her classmates cared about her stories! Chloe was the idiot mayor's brat. And what a brat she was constantly wiggling her way into her mothers fashion shoots or had celebrities over at the hotel. Of course Lila’s classmates didn’t care about Lila’s celebrity connections because Chloe was always name dropping just as many people as herself. The only difference was Lila used fake modesty and shyness that made her ‘friends’ view her lies in less of a gloating light than Chloe’s haughty claims of celebrity meetings.

It was a damn shame, celebrity lies were her bread and butter, they were exciting got people to think you were important and they were hard to prove or disprove allowing Lila to easily get around the messy little detail of ‘proof’ if someone asked for pictures all she could say was that her mom didn't let her take any because she didn't want her precious daughter being targeted by crazy fans. And if someone asked her to use her celebrity connections? Well she could just turn on the water works and cry about them just being her friend for her connections. Thus her prey would be forced to be her ‘friend’ , always listening to her and doing things for her, unable to ask for anything in return. Then when her mother announced their next move Lila would tearfully say goodbye and leave all her suckers behind. But without the sway of her celebrity lies her system broke down. That was the problem with picking the school full of rich talented idiots she supposed.

Well with Chloe ruining her system she’d need a new one. Scrolling through her classmates' social media for a clue she sneered at their overly cheerful and cutesy posts. Always encouraging one another and posting encouraging puff pieces about this or that. Always acting like they were so nice. As Lila scrolled over a charity fundraiser event that Alya had retweeted from Milene a sudden thought crossed her mind. Her classmates were very ‘nice’ and annoyingly so. They were always butting into each other's business, always being SO concerned, always organizing events to help each other and appreciate each other and going to charity events.

In fact now that she thought about it the stories that had intrigued her ‘friends’ always had some sort of charity garbage attached. Saving Jagged’s kitten or raising money for some cause or other that always got her heaps of praise. Sure saying Clara whatshername stole her dance moves got attention but not in the same way saying she raised money for some green project. Was it really that simple? Sure her classmates all loved Marinette for her extreme generosity and kindness but was it REALLY that simple? She needed to check.

It was actually that easy. One simple little lie about how she pulled a blind old man out of danger when he was nearly run over and suddenly the class was bathing her in praise. And the ‘fact’ that the whole very real thing made her miss first period and sprain her ankle? Well that was just the cherry on top. Suddenly Max was offering her a copy of his notes and everyone was back to caring for her like she was a princess. The fact that Marinette looked like she was seething only for sweet naive Adrien to keep her mouth shut was just so perfect. She’d found her golden ticket. Her classmates were truly ‘good kind people’ and nothing could be exploited quite like kindness.

With this knowledge Lila would easily be able to destroy Marinette, sure she wouldn’t be able to do it quickly but slowly she would replace her, with every good deed she made up with every act of false modesty she would build a reputation greater than Marinette’s she would replace her and become there new ‘everyday ladybug’ and the best part was she wouldn’t have to say ANYTHING against Marinette. Not. A. Thing. No sweet righteous Marinette would eventually snap, sadly for her it would probably be too late with how much control Adrien had over her, so when it happened Marinette would look like the jealous crazy girl going after the girl that was kinder, sweeter, and better than herself. As for Adrien… Well she had a hard time believing it at first but he really was an idiot with a pretty face as long as she was careful as she built her new reputation he would genuinely believe that she was changing for the better and then he'd fall for her.

The best part was, her classmates were genuine. As she built her new good girl heart of gold persona they would genuinely come to love her, all the loyalty Marinette got to enjoy all the perks of being friends with such talented, kind, sweet people would become hers. Slowly no matter how Marinette struggled she would lose, eventually she’d have nothing left. Of course she’d need to be careful with her lies but that was easy. Bring the class to a charity here and there and tell them that she was the one who gave the idea for the charity to the actual organizer but didn't want any credit because she was just that kind and humble. If they tried to make her do actual work then she’d have a sudden accident that would require she sit down.

And then once she’d done more photoshoots with Adrien for Gabriel she’d ‘convince’ the man that a charity would make him look good and boost sales. She’d MAKE her lies true all while winning over her future father in law, and heck maybe she’d even pocket a little of the money, she could use a better wardrobe and the extra would be perfect to buy her ‘friends’ the occasional ice cream or presents. In between that she’d just lie about saving people or volunteering on weekends. Maybe even let it ‘slip’ how she was a temp hero for Ladybug . One of the sweetest parts was that between volunteering with Lila, there own activities and hanging out with Lila so she could ‘thank them for their hard work’ no one would be spending a second hanging out with sweet pink little Marinette, they'd abandon her without even realizing it because they’d be SO busy. Sadly this plan of hers would take a little more work then her others, but it would be worth it to become the queen bee of the class- NO the school! And when Marinette eventually slipped up and looked like the biggest jealous bully in the school. Well she’d have no choice but to leave the school with her tail in between her legs.

Victory was looking sweet and satisfying.

[ And where it goes from here is up to you. Lila can win, she can slowly convince the class and school that she's a model citizen and an everyday hero. She can sneakily maneuver the class to not spend time with Marinette slowly separating the girl from her friends. In this way Alya and the rest of them don't become evil salty versions of themselves who overnight hate Marinette and love Lila, but rather they are good naive people who got slowly separated and tricked by someone who wants to use their genuine talents and skills to make herself look better. Adrien who is already shown to be naive and wants to believe the best in people, can fall into Lila’s trap and become genuinely convinced that his high road method really worked and ‘reformed’ Lila into a better person. OR Lila can fail, she can claim to be the wrong temporary hero for ladybug, or she can pick the wrong charity to lie about, or get exposed any number of ways and the class can realize with horror that because they are kind but flawed people who are perhaps too trusting and gullible that they got pulled away from Marinette through subtle manipulation and so they can be redeemed because instead of turning into outright bullies they stayed the same kind people they always were but just got genuinely tricked which is something that can actually happen in real life. You can go heavy salt where Marinette does eventually leave the school or class heartbroken that her kind friends have fallen prey to a bad person Marinette cant find a way to expose. Or you can go clever salt where Marinette figures out Lila’s plan and fights her from the inside slowly exposing the cracks in her facade. Or you can go sugar and redemption where maybe just maybe Lila actually LIKES being nice to people and having real friends who dont care about her fake celeb connections, maybe she honestly redeems herself and even makes amends with Marinette. You can do genuinely anything with this idea and I hope to see this generate some new less *and suddenly everyone is evil* content for those that like salt and angst. ]

#my writing #ml salt #lila salt #lila salt prompt #now technically there isnt any actual class salt or adrien salt in here because its more of a prompt but to be safe il tag it anyway #adrien salt #class salt #ml salt prompt

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sturchling · 3 years

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Here’s a prompt. Marinette is kicked off of everything. Class Representative. Her classes responsibilities. Yup Lila gets all the work. Marinette moves to another class with Alya (found out by using google with advice from Marinette. Said a lot of sorrys) Class sees Marinette and Alya being at peace in the field. Lila tries to make Marinette mad but she responds with Here comes a thought. She gets exposed. Le perfection

Marinette’s life had changed drastically in the last few months. Since Lila arrived, she had made good on her threat and most of the class had turned against her. And while Adrien knew the truth, he did nothing to stop the relentless harassment from Lila and the class. The only person who still stood by her was Alya. Marinette had told Alya that she should fact check what Lila had told her, just to be safe and have her sources posted for anything on the Ladyblog. Alya took Marinette’s advice and quickly realized that Lila was nothing but a liar. Alya had tried to shield Marinette from Lila’s lies, but for the most part it hadn’t worked.

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Marinette had been removed from her position as class rep and stripped of all her responsibilities. The class didn’t want ‘another bully’ in that position. They quickly gave Lila the job. Lila was ecstatic, thinking that she could just work off of Marinette’s plans, until she could come up with some reason to give the job to someone else. Marinette and Alya withdrew from the class, keeping to themselves. It wasn’t long before they decided to transfer to Mrs. Mendeleiev’s class, finally leaving behind Mrs. Bustier’s class which had descended into chaos.

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Lila hadn’t expected how hard it would be to fill in as class rep. Marinette’s had some basic plans, but they weren’t as thorough as Lila expected. And Marinette hadn’t actually made any arrangements, so it was all up to Lila. And as much as Lila liked to brag of her connections, she of course did not have the same connections as Marinette. Fundraisers that Lila organized never met their goals, due to mishaps and miscommunication. All of her promises of amazing field trips and class events fell through. Nothing was going right for Mrs. Bustier’s class. Especially once Marinette and Alya had left the class, they were the last safety net keeping the class afloat through Lila’s reign as class rep.

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Marinette and Alya were much happier in Mrs. Mendeleiev’s class. She may be a stern teacher, but was still an excellent teacher who cared for her students. They moved on from everything that had happened in Mrs. Bustier’s class. Now they were more relaxed and happy then they had been in a long time, making friends with their new classmates.

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One day, after things had gone wrong at the latest fundraiser, Mrs. Bustier’s class was feeling very down. Lila was getting nervous. She could tell the class was getting tired of the failed trips and fundraisers and would soon start looking into Lila’s stories if she could figure something out. As they were leaving the school grounds, they saw Marinette and Alya sitting in a field in the nearby park, eating lunch. It irritated them, seeing those two happy while everything around the class was falling apart.

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The class approached the pair as they were eating. Lila lead the group, storming up to Alya and Marinette. She was sure that she could make Marinette angry and miserable again. Would it solve any of her problems? No. Would it make her happy? Yes. So she just kept making snide comments about Marinette. How she was nothing but a bully and a myriad of other cruel comments. But to Lila’s confusion, nothing she said seemed to bother Marinette. So, Lila pulled her final card, the one comment that she was sure would bother Marinette, forgetting that the class was there and listening. “I succeeded in what I set out to do Marinette. The class is mine now. Sure, Alya stayed with you, but the rest of them ditched you for my pretty words. Bet that hurts you. They never cared about you, only what you could do for them.”

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The class was somewhat shocked by what Lila had said. Sure, on some level they had known she was a liar for a while now, but to hear her openly admit it was still shocking. The class was equally irritated with Marinette, she had left them alone with Lila. Marinette obviously knew that Lila was a liar and would ruin things for the class, so why didn’t she stay in Mrs. Bustier’s class to help. The class all started yelling at Marinette, asking her how she could abandon them. Marinette was fed up, and jumped to her feet. “Here’s a thought. Maybe if you had actually listened to me, your supposed friend, you wouldn’t be in this mess. Maybe if you had listened to me, you wouldn’t have been tricked by a liar. Maybe if you had listened to me, we would still be friends. I’m not even mad at Lila anymore. For all that she hurt me, she showed me who my true friend is. But, I sure am disappointed with you all. Now if you will excuse us, Alya and I are going to find a new place to eat.” Alya and Marinette gathered their stuff and left the class standing in the park alone, gaping after their lost friends.

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kendrene · 3 years

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“You need to get laid.” She sentences after her fourth dirty martini three weeks before the current debacle. “Your jaw mustn’t have unclenched in years.”

“I get laid.” Lena counters defensively. Wary of trying to outdrink her business partner and best friend, she is on her first g&t still. She grabs the straw now, and gives it a quick stir. She’s stalling. Fidgeting. Because Andrea is — at least partly — right. “Sometimes.” She concedes after a long pause.

There are people she could call. Men and women who slip Lena their number at every gala, every fundraiser she attends. Somewhere inside her house, she has a shoebox full of calling cards.

“How many after Jack? There was that other guy… Hansen?”

“Olsen.” Lena corrects. “Can we please not talk about my sex life?”

James had been nice, if a bit boring. Gentle, but the sex was nothing to write home about. Lena had come; once, weakly — and then faked the other times. In retrospect she ought to have told him, but James isn’t the issue. She had the same problem with Jack, who unlike James read her well enough to stop trying to have sex with her.

It’s just. It’s. Men don’t do it for her, and Lena’s always knows, but years of harsh conditioning by Lillian are difficult to put behind. Even now, talking about it like this with Andrea, she feels shame. Like she failed. Like there’s something wrong with not finding men attractive the way she’s supposed to.

Lena uses her drink to drown the guilt, and downs what’s left of it as Andrea says:

“What you need is a pleasure dom.”

She inhales part of the gin, somehow, and spits the rest into the hand she cups over her mouth at the last second.

“Excuse me, a what?”

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haztory · 3 years

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𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐤 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝. (1)

--iwaizumi hajime x f!reader; fake/pretend dating, mutual pining, third year characters, confident/no-nonsense reader, puppet master oikawa, ocassional cursing, other than that no warnings!

--summary: Iwaizumi Hajime was more than content to not be at the receiving end of the hordes of fangirl's attention.

But when they all suddenly devote their time and love to him, he can't help but quickly want an out. It's Oikawa's suggestion- a good one at that. Get a girlfriend to scare them off.

And what better than use you, Iwaizumi's best friend with a long standing crush on him, to play the role.

a/n: this is my first haikyuu fic! i did not expect it to be about iwa considering im a huge daichi simp, but that’s what listening to bubble pop electric by gwen stefani and browsing through pinterest does to the brain, ig. please let me know if any characters are too ooc, as im still trying to get them down.

other than that, enjoy! messages are always appreciated.

(w.c. 4836)

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Iwaizumi Hajime was hand sculpted by the gods, the entire female student body deduces with fanatic agreement one blessed afternoon. His shoulders are broad, skin rippling like waves breaking on rocks under the movement of his muscles. His stomach is firm and taut with the lining of his abs and his pectorals are considerably large enough to have every single girl in attendance foam at the mouth. And as he raises one— bulging — arm to wave sheepishly to the widened eyes of the crowd, his thick and veiny hand on full display, a collective moan is heard throughout the building. It has the poor boy ducking his head downward even further.

The fundraiser arranged to cover the expenses of the volleyball team’s traveling to away games exceeded its initial goal (that of which the all-female led student council was greatly responsible for) resulting in the entire team parading themselves around the cafeteria as a reward for the students’ commitment to the task.

Shirtless.

And while attention from the female population has usually always been paid to the star setter, Oikawa Tooru and all of his addicting charm, his absence in this mouthwatering and delectable ceremony has allowed for the ace and vice-captain of the Seijoh Volleyball Team to shine. Oh, and shine, he has.

Within a mere five minutes, the fiercely devoted and militant fanclub belonging to Oikawa has suddenly converted— briefly, they insist— to the groupies of Seijoh’s Vice Captain: powerful ace, leader of offense, total hottie.

The attention increases tenfold from that point on. Suddenly, Oikawa is no longer the only one receiving love confessions numerous times on a daily basis (much to his chagrin), but instead is sharing the spotlight with his best friend, who is more than uncomfortable with the unexpected shift in notice. He was never ecstatic at being labeled as ‘Oikawa’s number two’, adamant that he was his own entity despite the intricate intertwinement with his best friend, he was, in fact, totally fine with never being hounded by girls at every minute of the day. Sure, the attention would be nice, occasionally.

But this? This is outrageous.

This is the tenth girl today to have stopped by his locker, a pink flush encompassing her face as she sticks her hands out to present something to Iwaizumi. It’s tupper ware, decorated in a pink bow with his name written in cursive on the top accompanied by some cute glitter stickers. That would make this the fourth container he’s received this morning, and as much as the whole act fills him with a deep dread and hesitation, he doesn’t have the heart to reject her gift. Especially when her hands are shaking so hard and she’s stuttering every other word out.

So he puts on the standard smile, the one that he’s seen Oikawa pump out a hundred times a day but fails to meet in equal warmth and charm, and thanks her graciously and sincerely— even though he’s not that big a fan of milk bread and this is the third one he’s going to have to shove into his locker.

He bows to her with an awkward smile, “Ah, thank you, uh…”

“H-Hina!” she shouts, her hands slapping upward towards her mouth after the outburst. The pink flushes deeper on her skin, and Iwaizumi has to wonder what exactly is going through the air for a girl to have this kind of reaction to him. He hasn’t changed, hasn’t developed a new attitude that should have girls swooning at his feet. He’s the same as always, stubbornly so. He is Iwaizumi Hajime, hardass, avid monster movie watcher and the usual second thought. He supposes he should feel somewhat elated at the long-awaited recognition, but he can’t shake off the feeling that this is all incredibly unwarranted.

It's a surface value attraction. They're not really swooning for him, just the idea of him. That stings a bit more than he’d like to admit.

“Hina,” he affirms with a gentle nod, bowing his head in gratitude, “Thank you for the treat. I will, uh, treasure every bite.”

He doesn’t mean it to be anything charming (because he’s not) nor even remotely romantic (because it’s not), it’s just what he comes up with at the top of his head, but Hina starts to shake and a watery smile spreads across her face when she hears it and he knows he’s made this whole thing much worse. Before he can even awkwardly ask if she’s alright, she bows hurriedly again before running off with a shriek.

It's then that he’s sure Oikawa is one sadistic motherfucker because there is no way anyone mentally sane could take that reaction as a compliment. There’s an intense guilt that settles in his stomach for the rest of the day for causing a girl to tremble like that.

Curse the student council for that stupid fundraiser award. He would much rather walk to every away game than have to go through another day of this.

He opens his locker again, placing the container in there amongst all the other ones and the numerous handmade cards declaring affection. He closes it with a sigh. He can only hope that this phase of adoration is reaching its end.

Quickly.

It does not end quickly.

It's month three of endless confessions and Iwaizumi is about to lose his mind. Word spreads about his favorite kinds of teas and sweets (which he is sure Oikawa is directly responsible for) and his locker starts to resemble a mall kiosk more than any part of school property. The outside is decorated with stickers and taped with more love cards and he’s pretty sure someone found out his combination (again) because there are balloons floating out of it.

It's a circus. One that Mattsukawa and Hanamaki repeatedly laugh about every time they see it.

He would like to indulge in the acts or at least make some kind of peace with the situation, he really would. He’s always fantasized in passing about the pride and specialty one must feel at being the center of female attention, having seen it and thwarted it first hand from Oikawa’s fans, but the longer this drags on the more fraudulent he starts to feel.

How can he enjoy his favorite foods when the girls giving it to him are blinded by a false idea of him? They’re not genuine, and if he accepted them, he would only feel like a bad guy, taking advantage of poor girls who haven’t got the slightest clue about him. Because Iwaizumi doesn’t have the million dollar smile like Oikawa does, nor does he have the oozing charm and commercial personality.

He’s hard, and stubborn, and less inclined to entertain bullshit— the complete opposite of shitty-kawa. So whatever perception these girls think they have of Iwa, they’re wrong. and he can’t accept gifts from these girls who think they love him, when in reality, he’s the furthest thing from what they assume he is.

“Why are you so adamant to believe that what they feel isn’t real? What's so ridiculous about liking you? Hmm?” Oikawa sings with a laugh one afternoon, the whole team crammed into the club room as they change out of their practice gear. the other guys snicker at Iwaizumi’s dismay, the usual frown painted on his face is permanently etched deeper into his skin and he knows they’re all getting a sick enjoyment from his torture.

The constant reliability to the chaos Oikawa brings is now subjected to his own taste of havoc. And he’s absolutely miserable.

In all of his stubborn self-sufficiency, he’s refused to even indulge the guys with a verbal complaint, simply grumbling at the gifts before moving on with his day. Intent on dealing with this problem on his own and prohibiting himself from being a burden to anyone else.

But he’s off his a-game in practice and the crease between his eyebrows is now a persistent feature on his face these days.

“Because it's not real,” he grunts, throwing his sweaty shirt into his sports bag, “They don’t like me.”

Hanamaki snorts from across the benches, a wide smile on his face as he unlaces his shoes and sings, “They only like him for his bodyyy.”

“Can you blame them? Who would ever like Iwa for his personality?” Matsukawa joins him in snickering, earning a killer glare from the victim in question. Not helping. They only laugh harder.

“So what?” Oikawa questions amusedly, ignoring the sarcasm dripping from the other two third years, leaning his body against the lockers as he watches his best friend ripple with frustration. A constant sight these days.

“So what?” Iwaizumi turns to look at him, incredulity furrowing his features as his friends look at him like he’s grown a third head for being reasonably uncomfortable with this, “It's weird. They’re giving all of these nice gifts to a guy they barely know and they all look at me like a piece of meat.”

“God, girls objectifying you? The horror.” Mattsun torts again, earning a water bottle thrown at his face.

“So what?” Oikawa laughs again, the kind of laugh that reverberates around the room and rings a little too loudly in his ears. He’s heard this laugh thousands of times over the years, coming out to play when Oikawa is far too keen on putting Hajime as the butt of a joke. The mockery is clear in his voice, bleeding in the two simple words yet weighing like a hundred. He can usually take it, dish it back with equal fervor to his best friend, but this time around, he can’t.

This whole mess of a situation sits heavily on his shoulders and for the first time, any attempt to just barrel through a problem like he so often does seems pointless to Hajime. Because no matter how much he ignores, no matter how often he declines, the girls will continue to only see Seijoh's ace. Not Iwaizumi Hajime.

He sighs. He doesn’t know what he was expecting in venting to his friends. Validation if they were any nicer, but deep down he knew it would take a different trajectory.

Maybe they’re right; Maybe he is blowing this out of proportion. Maybe he should just accept the gifts, enjoy them while he can because the girls are choosing to do it. They’re not being held against their will, nor is anyone really being hurt by these peculiar circumstances. It's, theoretically, a win-win.

It doesn’t stop the pit in his stomach from sinking even lower when he sees girls stop their chattering in the hallways as he passes. It doesn’t stop the overwhelming feeling of disappointment he feels when he notices they stare at his biceps before his face before dashing away.

Matsukawa shuts his own locker with a grumble, “Must be nice.”

“You wanna take my place, Issei?” iwaizumi turns to look over his shoulder, meeting the mischievous twinkle of the middle blocker.

“Yeah man, I do. Girls at my feet everyday bringing me food? That’s every guy’s dream.”

“Yeah, if every guy was a piece of shit like you.” The words tumble without second thought and Hanamaki finds himself clutching his stomach with laughter at the retort. He doesn’t mean to direct his anger at his friend, but it seeps into his words anyways. He’s lucky they’re good enough sports to take it in stride. Even if the twinkle in Matsukawa’s eyes dims and he grumbles a “shut up” while he slaps the back of Hanamaki’s head.

He knows a solution— or sympathy— won’t be offered in his venting, adamant that this is something he needs to solve on his own, but he can’t help himself. He just has to get it out. “I can't even go to class normally anymore. There’s always a girl waiting for me.”

His back is turned towards his friends as he folds his gym clothes into the open cubby, but even despite the absence of his facial expression, the other three sitting near him can hear the exhaustion in his voice. Much as they might tease him, they’ve sat front and center to the slow decline of Hajime’s sanity and comfort as he was thrust suddenly into the spotlight that he was ill-prepared for. He’s laughably out of his element, but his plight is severe enough for all three of them to occasionally step in.

Hanamaki and Mattsun have had their fair share of instances in which they’ve had to redirect of a horde of girls hounding at them for Iwaizumi’s location, telling them that they had no idea where Iwaizumi could have gone when in fact, he was hiding in the clubroom. And while they would’ve been more than happy to send them his way just to watch him fluster and stutter, the two friends knew the momentary laugh wouldn’t have been worth the further depletion of Hajime’s confidence and happiness. Iwaizumi wants this attention to be for something genuine, for something that he was directly responsible for and can be proud of. Not something as surface value as an attractive body.

Truth be told, all three of Seijoh's third years want to help him as much as Iwaizumi wants this to be over. But just like him, they have no idea what to do.

Hajime sighs again, “Don’t even get me started about when I’m with (Y/N). You think stalking is bad? Try having to deal with evil glares too.”

Scratch that. They have one idea.

The mention of the ace’s other best friend, the one that they’re all too familiar with, has all of Seijoh's members perking their heads upward in interest. A lightbulb going off simultaneously as they all share a glance with one another. Hanamaki looks up to Oikawa who looks to Mattsun who looks to Hanamaki. Their eyes darting between one another, telepathically asking the same question.

Are you thinking what I'm thinking?

Hanamaki and Mattsun finalize their answer with a hard stare at Oikawa and smirks on their faces. They both give a long nod to their captain and like the well-oiled machine the Seijoh Volleyball Team is known to be, a plan is formulated and put into action before anyone can blink.

“Oh?” Oikawa prods, taking the initiative. His grin is suddenly more wicked than before, “How so?”

Iwaizumi notices the subtle change in tone in the conversation, can hear the smile in Oikawa’s words, but he doesn’t think much of it. Simply attributing it to the mention of the beloved figure they’re all acquainted with. He can’t blame them, finding his own mood has tipped upward at the mere thought of you. And while he has apologized to the moon and back for inadvertently getting you involved in this nightmare of a situation, there’s a resounding comfort he feels at knowing that there's at least one person on his side. One person that is willing to trudge through the mud with him, regardless of how often they complain.

Because whatever happens to him happens to you, you insist. So if he has to deal with a hundred fangirls, then so do you.

He plows on, airing out his struggles and frustrations with his newfound attention. “They’re always staring at us, making the whole thing uncomfortable when we’re just hanging out. (Y/N) even told me she once got cornered in the girls’ bathroom during lunch.”

Oikawa gasps, always enthralled with any juicy gossip, especially on the rare occasion that it involves you— his beloved, headstrong, annoying other best friend. “What did they say?”

“Some weird shit about staying away from me, like I was their property.”

“And what did (y/n) say?”

Iwaizumi laughs, a genuine one that has been missing since this whole ordeal began. He turns to look at his friends, the smile reaching his eyes and pushing upwards on his cheeks. If they weren’t sure of their plan before, the happiness on his face was enough of a push to solidify it. The happiness that only someone specific can bring out. “It's (Y/N). What do you think she said?”

Oikawa, all too familiar with your personality and deviance from the norm since age ten, huffs out a laugh, “Hmm, let me guess, something about doing whatever she wants with whoever she wants.”

“No, actually, she—”

You’re washing your hands in the sink of the bathroom when you hear a cough from behind you. Looking upwards into the mirror, you are suddenly confronted with the reflection of six girls circling around you.

A groan tumbles out of your mouth. You knew something like this was bound to happen, jealousy always emerging victorious whenever girls were thirsting after a young man. You just didn’t think it would be happening so soon, only two months into the fanatic obsession with your best friend. It’s your fault really, you should’ve prepared for a moment like this to come. But as they all shoot daggers into your reflection you can’t help but recognize how woefully dreadful this is.

You'd kill Hajime for inadvertently getting you into this if he wasn’t already feeling so guilty about it.

Each one stares at you with an intense fury, and while you’ve never considered yourself to be much of a fighter, you’re mentally preparing yourself to throw a couple of punches in this cramped bathroom. You won’t win, six against one is hardly a story of triumph, but you’ll be damned if you get intimidated by this raging group of hormones.

The faucet stops, with almost impeccable comedic timing, and a silence emanates throughout the area. It's awkward, painfully so and their silent stares are not helping.

“Uh… Can I help you?”

The one in the middle (the leader, you assume) stands with a hip jutted out and her arms crossed. You’ve seen her in passing before. Her eyes narrow at your question, “So, are you two dating?”

You have to force yourself to not roll your eyes. Of course this is where this was going. Because God forbid anyone have friends of the opposite gender. Indicator number one that the interest of these girls was superficial, considering if they even really had been interested in more than the prospect of having access to Iwaizumi’s body, they would’ve realized that you’ve been in his life for a lot longer than he’s had any redeeming qualities— including those rocking arms of his.

You won't entertain this, something you’ve been adamant about even if Hajime has insisted you don’t , especially not when it's causing Iwa all this grief that you’ve had to comfort him through time and time again.

“Who’s asking?” You all but bark back, patience wearing thin.

The one to the right of the leader— Pigtails, you’ve taken to calling her— scoffs and stomps her foot, “We are, obviously!”

Patience is below the ground now.

The left one, the one with pink hair, speaks this time, “Iwaizumi won’t even talk to us for more than a minute but he lets you hang around! So, if you’re not dating you have to tell us!”

“Why?”

“So that you can help us get closer to him!”

“Yeah, no.” you respond curtly, feeling rather nauseous at the lengths in which these girls are going just to get his attention. Cornering his friend and doing a piss-poor job at intimidating them into coercing them for information about him. No wonder Hajime's been feeling so depressed.

Taking the piss out of him used to be fun, something you and Pikawa could share profound pleasure in, but now that it's at your front door and reeking of death, you’re quickly realizing just how much you owe that spiky haired idiot.

You grab your bag that lay at your feet, turning to face the six girls with a mirthless smile despite the hatred burning in their eyes.

“Good luck with… whatever it is you’re trying to do.”

You’re almost out the door when the leader, who has puffed out her chest and taken a step forward blurts out, “If you’re not going to help us, then you better stay out of our way.”

There are few people in this world that you’ve dreamt about punching. Oikawa has made the list a couple times, but that’s only when he’s being particularly obnoxious. Iwaizumi has too, usually when his hard headedness has conflicted with yours, but even then the situation is usually better within the next hour.

But this girl, oh this girl, she has made the top of your list in record time. And you highly doubt she’s coming off of it anytime soon. And now that you’ve gotten a good look at her, you’re starting to remember exactly where you’ve seen her before.

You raise an eyebrow at her intimidation, “Or what?”

(You have to pat your back for that one because you really sound like the scary third year you’ve always dreamt of being.)

She doesn’t falter in her misplaced confidence, a smile pulling at her lips, “If he’s not yours, then he’ll be one of ours soon enough. And I can promise you, every boyfriend I've ever had always dropped his girl best friends when I asked.”

“Uh huh,” you glance at your watch that shows there are only fifteen minutes left in lunch. Might as well start on your meal now.

You pull the backpack slung over your shoulder in front of you, unzipping the large pocket and pulling out a familiar container. The girls gasp when they see it.

It's pink and has a little cat design on the front of it. Very cute and very distinct. You pop open the top, grabbing the milk bread that lies inside with your left hand and holding the lid and the box with your right. The lid is tilted forward, granting all the girls clear viewing of the cursive ink that lies on it.

The name is clear and the handwriting incredibly recognizable. The leader’s mouth gapes open.

You take a bite out of the treat, a dramatic moan escaping your mouth. You point at the girl, “Mm. You made this right?”

She doesn’t answer. None of them do. They only stare with wide eyes.

“I remember seeing you give this to Iwa this morning. It’s really good. He's not a big fan of milk bread, so he’s been giving them to me but I’ve enjoyed every single one of them! Although I am getting tired of eating the same thing over and over. So, if you’re taking suggestions, try Agedashi Dōfu. It's Iwa’s favorite.”

You lick your lips to make the point clearer. A gentle reminder of your place and their lack of one in his life. They seem to get it.

“Right then. Bye ladies! This was fun! I’m sure Hajime will be thrilled to hear all about it.”

Iwaizumi finishes recounting the story with a childlike wonder, meeting the furrowed brows and agape mouths of his friends with a joyous smile. There’s an unmistakable twinkle of affection in his eyes, one that he must not even realize is there. But it's noticeable, and his friends recognize it.

It's the same look he always gets whenever he talks about you.

It was mean of you to humiliate those girls like that, he knows, but his smile when recounting the tale is more than indicative of his true feelings behind the action. He briefly lectured you about it after you told him, insisting that it was important to be nice to these poor girls who didn’t know any better, that you begrudgingly agreed to, but he thinks about it often. Thinks about it at practice, in the middle of class, and every time he sees you.

He didn’t know how he felt about it, but from the way it warmed his cheeks and filled his chest with a weird lightness, he knew he was ultimately appreciative of the action. Honored that you would stick up for him unapologetically and protect him from unassuming teenage girls.

It shouldn’t be much of a surprise. Were the roles reversed he would do the same for you in a heartbeat. But still, he thinks about it. A lot.

“I haven’t seen those girls since, but I have been getting a lot more Agedashi Dōfu, so I guess that’s a plus.” He shrugs his shoulders in nonchalance returning back to the contents of his locker but the remnants of a smile plays on his lips.

“Well, how ‘bout that?” Oikawa coos. He steps closer to Iwa, placing his hands on the ace’s shoulders and giving them a good natured shake.

“I think I have the perfect solution to your problem, Iwa-chan.”

“You want me chu do wha?” you ask, mouth full of milk bread as the boy in front of you conveniently avoids your eye contact.

It's the seventh container he’s handed you this week, and while your little incident has quickly diminished the amount he usually receives, there are still the occasional stray containers with the sweet that he instinctively hands to you.

This time it came in a purple container. No outlandish designs or stickers like the other ones, but there is a written poem on the top comparing his eyes to the dirt of the Miyagi mountains. You suppose that’s romantic, but your leniency only goes so far. Particularly when this poem has no clear rhyming pattern.

You’ve long since passed the point of guilt for eating all of the treats that were clearly not meant for you. Hajime was much too conflicted with the gifts to even consider smelling them, so it serves as a solution to the problem to just give it to you. He doesn’t have to worry about maliciously taking advantage of these girls and you get food.

Win-win.

And while you’re not that into milk bread (having eaten it almost everyday for the past couple of weeks), your consumption of it seems to give him some peace of mind. Out of sight, out of mind kind of thing. And really, that’s all you’ve ever wanted for him.

But this is going too far.

Swallowing the last piece of milk bread, you look up at the idiot from your place on the bench. He stands in front of you, hands shoved deep into his pockets and shuffling from foot to foot.

“You’re joking, right?”

This is a joke. It has to be. There’s no way the world would be this cruel to you.

His eyes remain averted, his thumb and index finger pinching the bridge of his nose as if it would wake him up from this endless nightmare, “Look, it’ll only be until I can get these girls to back off of me a little.”

“No.”

“Wha— (Y/N).” He breathes out, a twinge of desperation and pleading seeping into his voice as he finally looks into your eyes. He doesn’t know what he expects to see, but the pure and unadulterated seriousness is not one of them. He’s almost convinced to drop the subject altogether. Almost.

“Whose idea was this?” You practically growl out, closing the container and cleaning your surrounding area of any stray crumbs. You thrust your hand outward, shoving the container his way. He takes it from you without question.

“Does it matter?”

“Whose?”

“...Oikawa.”

Of course it was. “I’m gonna kill him.”

“(Y/N),” he says your name more forcefully. It’s the same tone he uses with Oikawa when he’s being whiny. It's enough of a bite to have you stop rearranging your items for a brief moment, meeting his determined gaze with one of your own. He stares intently, eyes unwavering in their silent plea to make you understand.

That’s the worst part about it. He’s serious, and he’s confident that this is the only way to solve the problem that’s been plaguing him for the past three months.

If there's one thing you know about Iwaizumi Hajime, it’s that he’ll solve any problem on his plate and won’t stop until it's fixed. He’s responsible to a fault, refusing to burden others unless absolutely necessary. The fact that he’s viewing this to be the only solution and actually trying to persuade you is indicative enough of how desperate he is.

Even more so indicative of how truly fucked you are, considering you’ve already made a decision before he even explains further.

Damn him and that hard head of his.

Damn Oikawa for knowing what he does and still dragging you into this mess. No doubt he was thoroughly enjoying this.

“Will you please be my girlfriend?”

Damn that student council and their stupid fundraiser for getting Iwaizumi Hajime, the boy you’ve been best friends with since you were ten and had a crush on since you were thirteen, to ask you to be his fake girlfriend in order to thwart off hordes of fangirls.

Damn you for already having an answer before you can even think twice.

Iwaizumi Hajime was hand sculpted by the gods, and they were all laughing at your expense now.

end notes: whoop there it is. let me know what you all think! should i keep going? should i say fuck a degree and major in iwazumi hajime? idk man im about to.

#iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi hajime x reader #iwaizumi hajime x you #iwaizumi x you #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #hq x reader #hq x you #my writing #haikyuu!!

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kpopfanfictrash · 4 years

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Posting Date: July 8th, 6:00 PM CT (UTC/GMT-05:00)

Genre: Enemies to Lovers / College!AU / Humor / Smut (as requested in my fundraising initiative for BLM)

Pairing: Jungkook / Reader

Synopsis: Jeon Jungkook had messed with you for the last time. That was what you thought when the hockey team – led by the insufferable Jungkook – kicked your dance team out again from your reserved room at the gym. In retaliation, you planned a prank of epic proportions and were caught in the act by none other than Jungkook himself. Before the rift between you could grow any deeper, you accidentally overheard something you were not meant to hear. Something which overshadowed even your heated rivalry. Faced with the choice between obvious wrong and teaming up with your worst enemy – you reluctantly chose the latter. But what will you do when feelings you once thought of as hatred become something decidedly… not?

Estimated WC: 42K

Rating: 18+

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The back of Jeon Jungkook’s head was as infuriating as the rest of him.

In the last row of the classroom, you thought this to yourself while typing into your laptop. Notetaking was part of your official duties as Teacher Assistant for Professor Rosenbarr’s class. This, along with grading homework, proctoring exams, and a variety of other bitchwork.

Despite this, the job of a TA was the best-paying on campus, not to mention that Professor Rosenbarr personally wrote the recommendation which landed your upcoming summer internship. Junior year was stressful enough as it was, with everyone turning twenty-one and realizing with some shock they were halfway through University.

Only one summer remained before entering the real world – everyone you spoke to said that this summer internship was crucial. If there was a blank period between Junior and Senior year of University, you might as well type FUCKED AROUND in the blank section of your resume and be done with it. No, this TA role was worth all the bitchwork, if only because it directly led to your upcoming internship.

The presence of Jungkook in your class though, had you seriously considering the merits of quitting.

Glowering at his messy head three rows before you, you wondered if he had even bothered to shower before coming to class. Probably not, based on the state of his hair and clothes. Both were rumpled, with wrinkles permanently stamped into the fabric of his hoodie. You were so consumed by the state of his appearance that when he stretched, turning around, there was no time to look away.

Jungkook’s eyes locked with yours and he blinked, taken aback by your staring. While you watched, his gaze narrowed.

See something you like? he mouthed over the heads of the people between you.

Stomach plummeting, your gaze snapped back to the screen of your laptop. After a long moment of pause, you slowly looked up and found him still looking. Most infuriating of all was the smirk on his lips, as though you had acted exactly as he predicted.

Once again, you remembered why Jungkook was the worst. It gave him no small amount of pleasure to see you embarrassed. Just as it made your own stomach leap to see his brow furrowed with frustration, lips pressed together as he huffed in annoyance.

The two of you had been at each other’s throats since freshman year, a feud of such epic proportion, it was difficult to remember how it had begun. All you knew was that by now, too much blood had been spilled for you to ever go back. Jungkook hated you and you hated him. That much was certain.

Still looking at you, Jungkook arched a brow.

In response to this, you scowled. Pay attention, you mouthed, gesturing at the board.

Jungkook glanced over his shoulder.

Professor Rosenbarr was so absorbed in his lecture, you doubt he would have noticed if the fire alarm and sprinklers went off. There was a zone he reached while lecturing about statistical anomalies in economic theory which not even you could pull him out of.

More importantly, he definitely did not notice Jungkook’s lack of attention. A girl in the front row was buffing her nails, the guy behind her was paying a bill and the guy to his right was scrolling through Tumblr.

At least Jungkook had his notes open, even if he was not looking at the board.

Making a face in his direction, you shooed a hand forward. With a roll of his eyes, Jungkook finally got the hint and turned around to face front. Pulling his hoodie overhead, he slumped low in his seat.

Unable to stop yourself, you let out a sigh.

The girl next to you frowned. “Shh,” she said.

“Sorry,” you whispered, sinking even lower.

While stewing in your own embarrassment, a ping sounded from your laptop. Looking down, you scowled again at the familiar email address.

From: [email protected]

To: y/[email protected]

Subject: hey TA

Aren’t you supposed to be grading us? Maybe you should pay more attention to the lecture & less to the back of my head

Fury clouding your gaze, it made it difficult to see as you typed.

From: y/[email protected]

To: [email protected]

Subject: re: hey TA

Maybe if your head weren’t so big, I would be able to see the slides

Pressing send, you looked up and waited for him to respond. From the last row of class, you watched Jungkook open your email, snort and bend forward.

Professor Rosenbarr cleared his throat from the front of the room.

“Something amusing about economic theory, Mr. Jeon?”

Jungkook’s head snapped up; a deer caught in headlights. “Um. No, sir.”

The Professor arched a brow. “While I appreciate your formal language, perhaps you could extend the same respect to your dress code next class. Hood down,” he said, pointedly glancing at Jungkook’s large sweatshirt.

Dejectedly, Jungkook reached up to lower his hood.

Even from your seat, you could see his ears were bright red. A small pang of sympathy went through you before reminding yourself he deserved it. Jungkook should have been paying attention – just like you should have.

Bending forward, you resumed taking notes. Professor Rosenbarr continued his lecture, the class returned normalcy but still, Jungkook failed to respond to your email.

This did not surprise you. Jungkook had always been flaky – one of the many reasons you two did not get along. You preferred things orderly, with everyone following an agreed set of rules and Jungkook had his own expectations.

A message appeared in the corner of your screen. For a moment, your heart skipped and then you realized it was only your groupchat with Seokjin and Gina, your two best friends.

Seokjin: Y/N, stop ignoring meee [10:41 AM]

Gina: lol Seokjin, she’s teaching [10:41 AM]

Seokjin: she’s not the one teaching. Rosenblah is [10:41 AM]

Seokjin: Y/N, THIS IS AN EMERGENCY! [10:41 AM]

Y/N: his name is Rosenbarr, Seokjin. What’s the emergency? [10:41 AM]

Seokjin: finally [10:42 AM]

Seokjin: there’s a party this weekend. You in? [10:42 AM]

Gina: what night? [10:42 AM]

Seokjin: Saturday [10:42 AM]

Gina: okay, cool [10:42 AM]

Seokjin: why? What’re you doing Friday? [10:42 AM]

Gina: nothing [10:42 AM]

Seokjin: so, why did you – oh, never mind. Y/N, you in? [10:42 AM]

Y/N: this was the emergency? [10:42 AM]

Y/N: who’s throwing the party? [10:42 AM]

Seokjin: um. A friend [10:42 AM]

Y/N: Seokjin [10:43 AM]

Seokjin: okay, fine, the friend is Taehyung & the party is at hockey house. But Y/N, listen to me [10:43 AM]

Y/N: pass [10:43 AM]

Gina: lol Seokjin, you had to have known that would fail [10:43 AM]

Seokjin: I was hoping that by Junior year, we would have all become rational and mature human beings [10:44 AM]

Seokjin: aka, this feud you have with Jungkook is stupid, Y/N [10:44 AM]

Gina: *gasps* he said the name! [10:44 AM]

Gina: a plague upon your house, Seokjin! [10:44 AM]

Y/N: listen. While yes, I am a rational and mature human being [10:44 AM]

Y/N: his royal douchebaggery is not [10:44 AM]

Y/N: ergo, your wish was doomed to fail, Seokjin [10:44 AM]

Seokjin: sigh [10:44 AM]

Seokjin: well, do you at least want to get pizza with Gina and I after? [10:44 AM]

Y/N: that, I can do [10:45 AM]

Seokjin: okay, fine. It’s a plan [10:45 AM]

“We’ll pick up at the same place on Wednesday,” said Professor Rosenbarr, interrupting your train of thought. Head jerking up, your fingers fell from the keys. “Please read Chapter 4 of the textbook before then and complete the assignment online.”

As soon as he stopped, the class began to pack up, shoving books into backpacks and standing from their seats.

Rereading your notes, you struggled to recall who had last asked a question. Professor Rosenbarr liked to have that information to grant class participation points, but the conversation with Jungkook had thrown you off your game.

Before you could ask someone around you, a shadow fell over your desk. Looking up, you found Jungkook in the aisle, thumbs hooked lazily beneath the straps of his backpack.

Frowning, you glanced past. “You’re blocking the aisle,” you announced, shutting your laptop. Shoving this in your bag, you attempted to stand and found him still standing there. “Not to mention my way out of class.”

“Just came to see if you needed my notes,” Jungkook said, nonchalant. “You seemed pretty distracted.”

Glancing at him, you scowled. “I’m the TA here, not you, Jeon.”

“I know.” His smile widened and you repressed the sudden desire to smack it from his face. “Doesn’t change the fact that you were staring at me.”

“The only reason I was staring at you was because you look like you haven’t showered in days. Is the hockey team really that hard-up for wins? Resorted to repulsing the competition?”

Instantly, his smile disappeared.

Jungkook had recently been made Captain of the University hockey team and it was an endless source of gossip on campus, since usually only Seniors held the coveted title. Word on the street was Jungkook was just that good – or, the hockey team was that bad.

“I showered after practice,” he said, a bit sulky. “And we’re not that bad this year.”

Despite his words, the furrow between his brow deepened and Jungkook aimlessly shoved a hand through his hair. His fingers instantly became tangled, fighting a minute before he worked through.

Staring at him for a moment, you eventually blinked and tore free.

“Whatever,” you said, glancing past him. “Let me leave.”

Professor Rosenbarr was long gone, but he would expect your notes in his office by the end of day. You still needed to format them the way that he preferred, review them for errors and find the name of the last person who spoke.

Jungkook stepped aside and, pushing past him, you entered the aisle. As you climbed the steps, you heard him follow suit. The impending deadline began to weigh on you and – against all better judgement – you turned around.

“Hey,” you exhaled, coming to a stop on the last step.

Jungkook looked up. “What?”

“Did you… hear who asked the last question in class?”

Surprise flickered over his features, though he quickly composed them. “Uh, it was Nelson.”

“Okay. Thanks.”

You lingered for a moment, then turned around and left the room. Shoving open the door to the hall, you did not bother to wait for him to exit. Disappearing into the crowd, you kept your head low and placed distance between you. He had been startled into being nice to you, but you knew from experience this would not last for long.

Jungkook always found a way to have the last word.

Your theory was proven as soon as you entered the quad, phone dinging loudly to announce a new email. Sliding open the app, you finally found his response to your message.

From: [email protected]

To: y/[email protected]

Subject: re: re: hey TA

If you’re still wondering how clean my body is, feel free inspect it yourself. Hate to leave that kind of doubt on your conscience xx

Swallowing, your fingers hovered over the delete button before you gave up and shoved your phone in your pocket. You would not allow Jungkook to get under your skin so easily.

Such a feat was easier said than done, however. Jungkook had nearly two years of practice at pushing your buttons. By this point, you thought he might know your ticks better than your best friends. All it took was a well-placed wink from him to make your blood boil.

Still – you would figure out a way to get Jungkook back. You always did.

After all, you had two years of experience at pressing his buttons as well.

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You are in Love - Tim Drake x Reader

Requested by azul23blue - Hi! Do you write song fics? If you do could you write a Tim Drake x Reader with the song "You Are In Love" by Taylor Swift?

***

One look, dark room Men just for you Time moved too fast You played it back

Tim sighed, leaning against the wall as the people mingled around the ballroom in front of him. He rolled his shoulders and suppressed a yawn. Galas were never his thing, but since it was a Wayne Foundation fundraiser, he had to attend. He took a drink from a waiter’s passing tray when he saw you.

You were on the dance floor with Dick Grayson. Tim’s eyes widened as he saw Dick was smiling. He spun you around, making you laugh. You were so beautiful when you laughed. Tim’s heart sank. Dick already charmed you.

Tim downed his glass in his misery as the song ended. You and Dick left the dance floor. Tim tensed when he saw you both heading toward him.

“Hey Timmers, you mind taking care of (Y/N) for me? I got to go mingle with the old money,” Dick said, flashing Tim a knowing smile. Tim frowned, wondering if Dick was up to something.

“Hi,” you said shyly. Tim’s heart skipped a beat when you gave him a halfhearted wave.

Realizing he should say something, Tim cleared his throat. “Sure. Hi.”

Dick chuckled, walking away. You leaned against the wall next to Tim. Tim’s entire body threatened to burst into flames. Damn Dick for doing this to him.

A waiter came by again. Tim put his empty glass on the tray and took another one. He took a sip before he realized he should have taken one for you and quickly grabbed another glass as the waiter left. The drink sloshed dangerously close to the edge. “Here.” He choked, handing it to you without looking at you.

“Thank you.” You laughed. It rang appealingly in his ears. He sneaked a glance at you only to find you looking back at him. You winked, and Tim lost his heart to you all at once.

***

Buttons on a coat Light hearted joke No proof not much But you saw enough

“Look at this place,” you gasped, walking ahead of Tim. “It’s beautiful.” You spun back to look at him. Tim’s heart fluttered at how good you looked in his suit coat.

“Gotham always is at night. At least from far away.” Tim reached out to take your hand as you both stood next to the railing of the roof.

You hummed, squeezing his hand. “I only moved here a month ago, and I’ve only went from my apartment to work and back.” Your other hand played with the buttons on his suit coat. “Tonight is the first night I’ve been out.”

“You picked an interesting place for your first night out,” Tim chuckled. Once he got over his nervousness, being with you was easy. He couldn’t remember the last time he had a conversation with someone that wasn’t about patrol or case solving.

“I had to come for work.” You let go of his hand to lean against the railing, looking out at the view. Tim watched you, awed. “I started to get harassed by Mr. Elliot when Dick asked me to dance.”

Tim snorted. “I thought you were Dick’s date.”

Your laughter filled the air as you turned to face him, pulling Tim’s suit coat tighter around you. “No. He was just being nice to me.” Relief washed over Tim. You weren’t interested in Dick. “What do you do for fun?”

Tim jumped. “Not much.” He bit his lip, torn between wanting to impress you. “I’m working on rebuilding my computer.” It was the bat computer, but he couldn’t tell you that.

“Ooo, that sounds interesting.” You smirked. “I don’t know much about computers, but I do know not use "beef stew" as a computer password. It's not stroganoff.” You laughed when Tim blinked at you.

“Wow, that’s good.” He chuckled once he pushed aside his surprise. “I could help you sometime if you want?” His heart pounded like a bass drum.

“I think I’d like that.” You smiled. Tim’s heart skipped a beat. He felt like his life would never be the same.

***

Small talk, he drives Coffee at midnight, the light reflects The chain on your neck He says look up And your shoulders brush No proof, one touch You felt enough

Tim took a sip of his coffee as he drove toward the manor. You were beside him, drinking your own coffee. After helping you with your computer, Tim took you out for dinner. The spark between you hadn’t died, and long after dinner, you both drove around until it was midnight. Even then, neither of you wanted to leave. Tim bought the coffee and decided he’d take you to the manor to show you the gardens.

The manor came into view. “Wow, so you used to live here?” you gasped.

“Yeah, Bruce adopted me after my dad died. I lived here until I was eighteen, then I moved into the city. Not as long of a drive to work that way.” Tim smiled, putting himself in your shoes to see the manor as you saw it.

“Are you sure Mr. Wayne won’t mind us stopping by at midnight?” You took a long sip of your drink. Your eyes still studying the manor.

Tim bit his lip to hold back a laugh. “Oh, he’s not home. He’s a night owl.”

“Kinda like us, huh?” You got out of the car once Tim parked. Tim followed you.

The two of you only made it halfway to the garden before Alfred mysteriously appeared from around a corner. “Oh, Master Tim, I didn’t expect you here today,” Alfred said, eyeing you. You gave him a sheepishly wave. Tim reached back to take your hand.

“Sorry, I wanted to show (Y/N) the gardens.” He blushed when he saw Alfred eyeing your joined hands.

“Of course, enjoy yourselves.” Alfred smiled knowingly at Tim before slipping away. “It was nice to meet you, Mx. (Y/N).”

“It was nice to meet you too.” You blinked in surprise.

“He calls everyone that. It’s just what he does.” Tim chuckled, leading you outside. The garden was beautiful. Tim heard your breath being taken away. He squeezed your hand.

The two of you wandered the gardens, sipping at your coffees for a long time. Tim stopped you suddenly, nodding up at the sky. “Look up.”

“Woah, a shooting star,” you laughed in awe. Your shoulder brushed with his. Tim’s entire body jolted as if it was a spark of electricity. He looked at you, making a wish that this was the start of something wonderful where he would never be lonely again.

***

You can hear it in the silence, silence, you You can feel it on the way home, way home, you You can see it with the lights out, lights out You are in love, true love You are in love

Tim smiled, glancing over at you as you slept. He was driving you home from the manor. Part of him wanted to ask you to stay the night, but he knew it was too soon. Besides, he didn’t want your first meeting with Bruce and Damian to be after you spent the night.

The car was quiet. The only sound was your breathing, slow and even. Tim reached over to take your hand. In your sleep, you squeezed his hand back.

Once he parked outside your apartment building, he gently woke you up. You blinked. “Oh, did I fall asleep? I’m sorry.” You yawned, stretching.

“Yeah, but it’s okay.” Tim knew the smile on his face was dopey, but he didn’t care. “Do you want me to walk you in?”

You glanced at the building then back at Tim. “Sure.” Tim turned off the car, and got out. He came around to open your door. “Thank you.” You climbed out, yawning again. The two of you walked to the door. You entered your code and lead Tim inside. He wrapped his arm around you as you both entered the elevator.

“This was an amazing night,” Tim whispered. You rested your head on his shoulder. He loved the weight of it, the trust that came with it.

“It was.” You buried your nose into his shoulder, breathing deeply. “We should do this again.”

Tim’s heart threatened to burst. “How about the day after tomorrow? Give ourselves a day to see if we can stand each other.”

You laughed. The elevator doors opened and you both walked down the hall to your door. “Or to see how much we want to see each other again?” You paused outside of your door and took out your key. Unlocking your door, you turned back to Tim. “Call me.” You quickly kissed his lips before disappearing inside.

“Wow.” Tim chuckled, touching his lips with his hands. “I will.” He walked back to the elevator, yet every part of him didn’t want to leave.

***

Morning, his place Burnt toast, Sunday You keep his shirt He keeps his word

“Damn it,” Tim hissed as dark smoke floated out of the toaster. He ripped out the plugin and set the toaster out on the balcony before the fire alarm went off. “Maybe I should just order breakfast?” he mumbled to himself. He went back inside to grab his phone and opened the uber eats app.

“Good morning,” you yawned, coming out of Tim’s bedroom in only his shirt. Tim swallowed hard, focusing on his phone before you both ended up in the bedroom again. “What’s burning?”

“The toast.” Tim bit his lip nervously. “I was making you breakfast, but I failed and now I’m ordering it.”

You laughed, coming up to hug him from behind. Tim melted into your arms. “Thank you.” You kissed his cheek. “Where are you ordering from?”

“That one place where we met for lunch last week,” Tim said, turning to kiss your lips.

“Yum.” You pulled away to get a cup of coffee.

After breakfast, you got ready to leave. “Are you still coming by my place later?” you asked as you grabbed your bag.

“Of course.” Tim kissed you one last time. “How could I not be?” You smiled, kissing him back before disappearing out the door.

It wasn’t until hours later when Tim was looking for his shirt that he realized you were still wearing it when you left. He laughed, loving the idea you were still in his shirt.

***

And for once you let go Of your fears and your ghosts One step, not much, but it said enough

“Two Face is holding up the bank on King Street,” Batman said as the batmobile zoomed toward said bank. It was about two in the afternoon. The batmobile attracted a lot of attention for being in the daylight. “I should have known. The bank just received a rare shipment of double sided coins.”

Tim’s blood ran cold from the passenger seat. “Oh my god, (Y/N) was supposed to go to that bank. They were setting up an new account.”

“TT, who cares about your lover, Drake?” Damian snapped from the backseat.

“Damian.” Bruce growled dangerously. Damian blushed and looked down.

“Drive faster,” Tim said, his heart in his throat. He took out his phone, texting you to see if you were still at the bank. You didn’t respond. He traced your phone. His stomach dropped to his feet when he saw you were still at the bank. “Shit.”

Bruce glanced over at Tim. “Your...friend is there?”

“His whore, you mean?” Damian snapped, snarling. Bruce glared back at him in warning.

“Shut up.” Tim swung back, sticking his finger in Damian’s face. “I love (Y/N) and they are in danger. I don’t need your insults right now.” Tim didn’t realize he just said he loved you. His fear overwhelmed his thoughts.

Damian pushed Tim’s hand away, but stayed quiet. Tim turned back around. “Don’t lose your head,” Bruce said as he parked the batmobile in an alley nearby. “Go through the skylight. Robin and I will enter through the air vents. Take out Two Face’s men quietly and quickly. Leave Two Face himself for me.”

Tim nodded, jumping out of the car and grappling to the roof of the bank. He rolled to his feet to land right by the skylight. He saw Two Face’s men patrolling the bank with only one group of hostages in the main lobby of the bank. His mask zoomed in on the crowd to find your face, but you were nowhere to be seen.

In a smooth movement, he slipped inside and grappled silently onto the rafters. One by one, he took out Two Face’s men without detection. Once they were all down, Tim heard Batman swoop in on Two Face. He grunted, only then did he allow himself to trace your phone again as he hid behind a file cabinet. You were a floor below him. Tim frowned. That was where the vaults were.

“Did you find them?” Damian said, appearing beside him. Tim flinched.

“I think they’re in the vaults.” Tim growled, getting to his feet. Batman had Two Face down, handcuffing him. Tim marched over to him and kicking Two Face in the side. “Did you lock people in the vaults?!” His voice dark and menacing. If Tim wasn’t so worried about you, he would have be proud of sounding so much like Batman.

“Red Robin.” Batman grabbed Tim’s shoulder. “Calm down. The bank manager is over there. Ask him to open the vaults.” He pulled Two Face away from Tim. Two Face groaned, switching between Harvey and Two Face as they argued with each other.

It took far too long to get the vaults open. Tim almost lost his mind, calculating how much air you would have left. Eventually as the managers fought over the passwords, Tim just hacked the vaults and ran inside. He instantly went lightheaded, the air was almost gone from inside. Fresh air swarmed in. Tim found you unconscious behind a stack of freshly printed money.

“(Y/N).” Tim collapsed beside you, taking you into his arms. You stirred as fresh air filled the vault.

“Wha...” You opened your eyes before gasping in panic and grabbing your throat. “I can’t breathe. Get me out of here!” Your entire body shook in his arms.

“You’re okay. Breathe with me,” Tim soothed, surprised by your reaction.

You wrapped your arms around his neck. “Please. The walls are closing in. Help me.” It hit Tim like a ton of bricks what your issue was.

He hummed, picking you up into his arms. “Don’t worry. I’ll get you out of here. You’re fine.” You buried your face into his neck. Damian met both of you outside the vault. He eyed you.

“So you told them?” Damian huffed, leading the way back up the stairs to the car. Tim cursed him when you pulled away from his neck in surprise.

He saw you search his face. The realization dawned in your eyes before your lips slammed into his. Tim grunted, shocked before relaxing into the kiss.

“TT, disgusting.” Damian shook his head and marched off ahead.

***

You kissed on sidewalks You fight and you talk

“You son of a bitch.” Your hand cracked against Tim’s cheek. He took the hit, stunned. “How dare you just come on in here and make a mess of everything?!”

“(Y/N), that’s not what I meant.” Tim held his cheek, looking at you bewildered. “I was trying to be nice since you said you were working so much.” You looked around your apartment. Things were in boxes, your furniture all over the place. You were moving in with Tim, but work kept you from packing.

“How do you think packing my apartment will help me?” Your eyes narrowed dangerously.

Tim swallowed hard. He looked around your apartment and put himself in your shoes. Yes, if he came home from work to find you packing his things to move, he would also be pissed. “Okay, I screwed up. I get that. I’m sorry.” He held up his hands.

You sighed. The anger drained out of you. “I’m sorry I freaked, but I just didn’t want to deal with this when I got home.” You sat down on your couch that was pushed up against a wall. “I know we wanted me to move into your place by next week, but work is so crazy.”

Tim sat down beside you. You moved to lay down with your head in his lap. “Tell me about it,” Tim whispered softly, stroking your cheek.

The two of you talked for a long time. You went over work stuff while Tim told you about one of his cases.

When Tim finally went home, you walked him down to the street. You both kissed sweetly on the sidewalk. Someone shouted get a room, but you both ignored them.

***

One night he wakes, strange look on his face Pauses, then says, you're my best friend And you knew what it was, he is in love

Tim jerked awake to find you missing from the bed beside him. His heart skipped a beat. “(Y/N)?”

“Yeah?” you whispered, coming into the bedroom with a cup of water. You crawled back into bed beside him, pressing the water into his hand. “Drink.” Your hand pressed against Tim’s forehead. Tim felt clammy, weak. His hand shook as he took a sip of water. “Your fever is down.”

Tim blinked, setting the glass on his bedside table. “You’re my best friend.”

You smiled. “And you’re mine.” You kissed the corner of his mouth and pushed him to lay back down. Your body cuddled into Tim’s side. He relaxed, your presence like a soothing balm. This was what love was.

***

So it goes You two are dancing in a snow globe, go round and round And he keeps the picture of you in his office downtown

Tim spun you around before bringing you back into his arms. You laughed, wrapping your arms around his neck. “This is the happiest day of my life,” Tim whispered into your ear.

“I know. It’s mine too.” He dipped you as the song ended. People around the two of you clapped. Tim righted you. You kissed him sweetly.

“Okay, I think I should dance with the bride/groom,” Dick said, tapping you on the shoulder. You and Tim shared a look before laughing.

“Go ahead.” Tim got pulled away by Wonder Woman.

You turned to Dick as you began to dance. “I never thought me asking you to dance would get you married to Tim.” Dick spun you around and brought you back to him.

“What? Thought I’d get married to you instead?” You bit your lip, watching Tim blush at something Diana whispered to him.

“No, you’re too classy for me.” Dick kissed your cheek. “You make Tim better. Thank you for that.”

“He makes me better too.” You met Tim’s eye over Dick’s shoulder. Tim’s eyes were wide, his nerves getting the best of him. “You better go save him. I think he’s about to have a nervous breakdown dancing with Wonder Woman.”

Dick glanced over and laughed. “He’s fine, but I’ll step in. Bruce, you’ll take over, huh?” Before you could react, Dick spun you into Bruce’s arms.

“Hi.” You laughed.

“Hello yourself.” Bruce danced with you for at least two songs. Eventually, Tim got back to you and refused to let anyone else dance with you for the rest of the night. It was the photo from the last dance of the night where you and Tim were almost asleep on your feet that Tim framed and put on his desk at work.

***

You understand now why they lost their minds and fought the wars And why I've spent my whole life try to put it into words

Tim relaxed on the couch, eyeing the kids that were a mix of himself and you as they settled on the floor in front of the TV. You came in with two bowls of popcorn, giving one to the kids and the other to Tim. Tim smiled, kissing your cheek when you sat down beside him.

“Did we decide on a movie?” you whispered. Your oldest turned on the movie. The other kids munched on the popcorn, watching with big eyes.

“Yeah, I had to talk them out of the horror movie Jason left here.” Tim took some popcorn. “I know he left here on purpose.”

“Of course he did.” You kissed Tim’s cheek. “Just be glad they didn’t watch it behind our backs.” Your youngest got pushed away from the popcorn, and ran to you for support. “Hi baby.” You pulled them into your lap and they happily munched from Tim’s bowl.

The movie ended about two hours later. Tim looked at his family to find everyone asleep. You had your head rested on his shoulder with your youngest sprawled out between your and Tim’s laps. The older kids were passed out on the floor. Tim sighed, content. He understood how lucky he was.

Tim kissed the side of your head, and he could hear it in the silence.

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walpurga-nacht-academy · 3 years

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CHAPTER I

Phone Call: Birthday Girl, Blanche Dion

Walpurga Nacht Computer Lab

Blanche: To think that this day would come too. Nevermind, it will pass soon. Everybody will be too busy with their jobs and responsibilities, and will surely forget-

[Ring, Ring]

Blanche: ...

[Ring, Ring]

Blanche: ...

[Ring, Ring]

Blanche: I suppose... I will have to answer it...

[Ring, Ring]

Blanche: ... Very well. Hello. I apologize for the wait.

Deuce: It's no trouble at all, Dion-senpai! I'm sorry for bothering you like this today of all days!

Ace: Hey, blockhead, the first thing you do when she answers the phone is say 'Happy Birthday!', not apologize. Is this your first time or something?

Deuce: N-No! And I don't see you following your own advice either!

Ace: That's cause I gotta teach you how to behave. Man, you're such a difficult guy~

Deuce: HA?!

Blanche: Deuce... and Ace... To think that it would be the two of you calling of all people...

Deuce: Eh? Is something wrong senpai?

Blanche: ... No. Nothing at all. I was simply surprised by the fact that it was the two of you. That is all. I was not aware that you knew it was my birthday.

Ace: I mean, it's kinda hard to miss when Magicam is set to remind you about it, you know?

Blanche: Magicam... Ah, yes, Marcia had set up an account for me a while ago, but I never bothered much with it. So you are saying that the app will record even such things?

Ace: Yep~ Really nifty, right? Makes keeping up with everybody that much easier and it's less of a hassle overall too.

Blanche: Indeed... So then you have called me today with the purpose of giving me your well-wishes?

Deuce: Ah! That's true! Sorry for taking so long to get to the point, but 'Happy Birthday!'

Ace: Happy Birthday~

Blanche: ... Heh.

Deuce: Dion-senpai?

Blanche: My apologies. Thank you. This was very kind of you both.

Ace: Well, we're dependable kouhai, you know? Showing respect to our senpai is in our nature.

Deuce: ...

Blanche: ... hahahahaha!

Ace: Huh?! What's with that laugh?!

Blanche: To think that you'd be this bold towards me.

Ace: Haaa, so you figured it out?

Blanche: No, no, it's alright. I found it quite endearing. The two of you have always had a talent for this sort of pantomime. And it put me in a good mood as well. Now - Just what is it that you needed help with actually?

CHAPTER II

Blanche: Hm...

Deuce: Is that grave?!

Blanche: Rather than grave... I think it is impossible.

Deuce: I-IMPOSSIBLE?!

Blanche: I am afraid so. To be able to study the entire textbook in under 36 hours is not something that can be achieved, I believe. I'm sorry to be the bearer of bad news but it seems like you will most likely fail the exam regardless of my intervention or not.

Ace: Haaaa, that was what I was afraid of...

Blanche: Unfortunately. Still, it surprised me to see that you would contact me like this when you knew that things could not be salvaged anymore.

Ace: Ah, well, we thought that since you're a wonder child you would have been able to lend a helping hand and all that, so...

Blanche: A wonder... child... ? Ah. So you must be aware of it...

Deuce: Diamond-senpai seemed rather knowledgeable about this so let us know as well. Your family participates in all sorts of radio trivia quizzes, isn't that right?

Blanche: ... That is true. We've made quite a name for ourselves in this particular domain ever since we were young. It's tradition at this point that when we come to a certain age, we'll be asked to participate and demonstrate our own abilities. All my brothers and sisters before me have obliged as well. But...

Deuce: Senpai?

Blanche: No, nevermind. What I meant is that in spite of all this, it is rather ridiculous to think that I would be able to do something like this under any circumstances.

Deuce: I-I see...

Ace: Haaa, I figured as much...

Deuce: Huh?! So you already knew it would turn out this way?!

Ace: More or less. If you think about it it'd be impossible for anybody who's not a genius to do this so easily. It was worth a try, anyway!

Deuce: You say that but if we fail Prefect Rosehearts will surely get mad at us again...

Ace: Haaa, guess it's off with our heads again...

Blanche: ... You two.

Ace: ?

Blanche: I'm quite free today so if you need assistance...

Deuce: Re-Really?! Then thank you very much, senpai!

Ace: Blanche-senpai is really kind after all~

Blanche: It's what you were after, weren't you?

Ace: Huh? You mean me? No way~

CHAPTER III

Deuce: Ah, but...

Blanche: Hm? Is something wrong? Are you having second thoughts?

Deuce: Well, today is your birthday, isn't it? Is it really ok for us to take up your time like this? Won't your family be displeased?

Blanche: There is no need to concern yourself with this.

Deuce: Ah? Is that so...

Blanche: Thank you for the concern but I believe it is best to simply proceed with the tutoring session as suggested. I may not be successful in getting you updated on all the things that you might need to score high on the exam, but I'm sure that you'll at least manage a passing grade.

Ace: Haaa, that's not ideal, but since it's the best we've got...

Blanche: This is the result of your own sloppiness, rather than anything else so the result is to be expected.

Ace: Man, that's super harsh, you really don't let up on the discipline.

Deuce: Dion-senpai's family is pretty high up in the Rose Kingdom, isn't it? I remember my mother saying that Minister Dion was a pretty public figure and would often organize fundraisers for charities and such. His work ethic inside the department itself was unparalleled so it's not surprising that those same values were instilled in her as well.

Blanche: ...

Ace: Hm? Senpai are you still there?

Blanche: Yes. My apologies. I had something else on my mind...In any case, yes, I suppose that our upbringing was rather... disciplinarian, so there is not much that I can do about my own teaching style. We were taught even as children that failure was not an option for those who prepared beforehand. So we always made sure to do our best to perform up to expectations and such.

Ace: Isn't that kinda overkill?

Blanche: ... Perhaps. But, you must understand, that as the children of such a high standing public figure we must always ensure to never bring any shame upon our family name. Whether it's overkill or not is unimportant. These are the facts of the world and they cannot be changed.

Ace: Ah...

Deuce: ...

Blanche: ! My apologies... I seem to have caused to feel uncomfortable, have I not?

Deuce: Uh, no- it's just-

Ace: Speak for yourself. I was really weirded out by this hyper cynical episode, you know!

Deuce: O-Oi! Don't say it like that- Think about Dion-senpai's feelings too!

Ace: Says the guy who brought up the subject in the first place!

Deuce: T-That-!

Blanche: That's enough, you two.

Ace/Deuce: !!

Blanche: I was in the wrong here to bring up such matters in the first place. It was impolite and for that, I apologize. Now, I would also ask you to cease your fighting. It's not proper behaviour for students of Night Raven such as yourselves.

Deuce: I-I'm sorry...

Ace: ...

Deuce: You apologize too!

Ace: Huh? What for? Senpai herself admitted that it was her fault, so I don't see the point at all.

Deuce: O-Oi!

Blanche: ... haha.

Deuce: Eh?

Blanche: You really are as impetuous as always, aren't you? Hahahaha.

Ace: You say that but you're cracking up!

Blanche: Hahahahaha!

Ace: Seriously, senpai, I think that for today at least you should take it up a little easier. So since it's your birthday, how about relaxing with your cute kouhai and giving them a little help!

Blanche: Hm, since you're so insistent, I suppose there's no harm in it.

Ace: That's the spirit! Then- let's get to work! Ah, though before that, I almost forgot-

Ace/Deuce: Happy Birthday, senpai!

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If you're interested, I'd have a suggestion for a DP oneshot: it takes place in a classroom, with only Danny and Paulina in it since they're retaking a test they failed. Unfortunately for Paulina, she still doesn't have a clue about the right answers; Danny, on the other hand, having spent a lot of time studying, knows exactly what to do and is almost done. But just as he's about to put his signature, Paulina walks up to him and sweetly asks him what he would like to do since there's still ...

So I know you sent more asks basically giving an entire outline from start to end. However, because I like more freedom when writing, I’ve decided to go with the premise of Danny and Paulina in detention together to get help for a failed test and create my own story. I encourage you to write your full idea yourself if you would like to see it! :)

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“Danny, why are you still here?” asked Sam as she shut her locker. “Lancer’s gonna be mad if you’re late for detention.”

Danny groaned. “You’re right. I’m going.”

“Good luck, dude,” said Tucker. “Text us when you’re done and we’ll meet you at Nasty Burger or something.”

Danny grumbled agreement and headed to Lancer’s classroom. Lancer gave him a dull stare from behind his desk as Danny reached the doorway.

But there was another student sitting at one of the front desks, a student who escalated Danny’s heartbeat.

“Paulina?” Danny stammered. “Am I interrupting something? Should I wait outside?”

“No, Mr. Fenton,” said Lancer. “Miss Sanchez also failed our most recent test, so I’m giving both of you some extra help.”

“Hi, Danny,” greeted Paulina, her voice sweet and sultry.

“Hi.” Danny felt stuck in the doorway but forced himself to walk into the room. “Sorry, I just didn’t expect to see you here.”

Paulina laughed. “Well, I can’t say the same about you. This is exactly where I’d expect to see you.”

Danny took a seat next to Paulina. “I don’t actually get detention that often, you know.”

“Yes, you do, Mr. Fenton,” said Lancer, turning to face the whiteboard and write notes with a fresh blue marker. “You currently hold the record for most detentions received in a semester.”

Danny blushed. Paulina giggled softly.

Lancer began drawling on about some poet who died but Danny could barely pay attention. Oh, he certainly tried, but being so close to the most beautiful girl in school was really hurting his concentration.

He stole glances at her out of the corner of his eye. And one time, he swore he could see her looking at him as well.

After lecturing for some time, Lancer assigned a few independent practice exercises from their textbook and disappeared out into the hall. Danny could hear the voice of another English teacher in the school and knew Lancer would likely be talking to her for a while.

Danny looked down at his textbook. He was supposed to answer questions about poetry devices or some other thing he still didn’t really get. He had no idea why English was such a pain in the ass. He definitely didn’t know why he had to learn all this crap about poetry, like when was that ever going to help him fight ghosts or do anything actually important?

His gaze travelled down the textbook page to his blank sheet of paper and then across and off his desk to Paulina, who was busy writing. She stopped when she caught him staring at her.

“Can I help you with something, Danny?” she asked, her tone snide but kind.

“Sorry.” Danny sucked his teeth. “So, um… You failed the test too, huh?”

Paulina breathed hard out her nose and sat back in her seat. “Yeah. I didn’t really have the time to study, you know? And I guess I didn’t realize it would be as hard as it was.”

“Didn’t have time to study?”

“Well, yeah. I mean, I’m not, like, stupid.” Paulina chuckled. “I could’ve passed if I just wasn’t so busy.”

“Busy with what?” asked Danny. “Do you and the A-List hang out a lot?”

“Sure, but that’s not what keeps me busy. Cheerleading, for one. We have to practice all the time, sometimes even in the morning. And the mornings we don’t practice, I’m still getting up early to get in a run and some exercise. I’m the cheerleading captain, you know. I have to keep everyone at their best and motivated. Every day, I’m working out choreography for new routines and figuring out new fundraising ideas.”

“Don’t you have a coach for that?”

“Yeah, of course, but I still do a lot. Cheerleading isn’t just some silly girls’ activity, you know.”

“I—I didn’t say it was—”

“I have to make sure everything and everyone is ready for practice.” Paulina pulled back a finger on one hand as she listed off responsibilities. “I have to text all the girls and let them know about changes in our practice schedule or upcoming events. If any of the girls aren’t getting along, I have to try to keep the peace as much as possible so that we’re still a team. I’m also the one greeting visiting cheer squads during games, making them feel welcome at our school.”

“I didn’t know you did all that,” said Danny.

“The coach manages our time and schedule and makes sure none of the girls are failing in their classes, things like that, but I’m the one really communicating with the girls, you know?” Paulina sighed. “But I wish that was all I had going on.”

“You’re busy with other things?”

“Yeah, being as popular as I am, I’m often being asked by teachers and student clubs to do things. Advertising stuff, endorsing student council candidates, making appearances, giving fashion advice for uniforms. And I never turn anyone down, I always say yes.” Paulina leaned back and looked at the ceiling. “Sometimes I wish I could just say no.”

“Why don’t you?” asked Danny.

“Because it’s expected of me. Being popular means doing things to maintain that popularity. If I start turning people down, they’re gonna think I’m a bitch, you know?”

“But you turn guys down for dates all the time.” Danny smiled and propped his elbow on his desk. “Me being one of them.”

Paulina also smiled. “Personal things like that are okay to turn down. I mean like anything to do with the school and clubs. Of course I can’t just date every guy who asks me out. Can’t give the impression I’m easy either.”

She looked ahead at the whiteboard, her smile vanishing.

“I do get a lot of guys asking me out,” said Paulina. “I know it’s just because I’m pretty. But looking this pretty all the time is work too. I have to eat right and watch my weight and exercise and spend half an hour each night on my skin care routine and an hour each morning on my hair and makeup and then touchups throughout the day. I never know when someone might take a picture of me and send it around. I can’t risk ever looking bad.”

“You have never looked bad,” said Danny. “Like ever.”

Paulina’s smile returned. “Thank you. That’s sweet.” She groaned and stretched out her arms. “But I tell you, Danny. I probably only get three to four hours of sleep a night. I’m running on coffee and energy drinks all day long. This detention is really cutting into my time, too. I’m probably gonna be up late finishing all my other homework.”

She continued to stretch. Danny normally might’ve enjoyed watching her but he was too struck by her words.

She only got three to four hours of sleep a night?

But… That was how much sleep he usually got a night.

And yet she looked amazing every day and he knew he was just a pale haunted mess with dark eyes.

“So what about you, Danny?”

Danny blinked. “Hmm?”

“Why did you fail this test?” asked Paulina.

“Oh. Um.” Danny looked up and to the right. “I was also too busy.”

“Oh, yeah?” Paulina tossed a piece of hair over her shoulder. “You do come to class late a lot. Do you have like some sort of astronomy club meeting in the morning?”

“Astronomy club?”

“Yeah, don’t you like space and stuff?”

“Oh. Yeah! I do. But I’m not in the astronomy club.”

“Really? I would think you’d be their president.” Paulina chuckled. “Well, are you in any school clubs, then?”

Danny thought about the meetings he had with Sam, Tucker, and sometimes Jazz about their ghost-fighting strategies. “Not school clubs, no.”

“Any extracurricular activities at all? I know you don’t play any sports.”

“No…”

Paulina pursed her lips. “Well, then what is it that keeps you too busy to study?”

Danny looked off to the side, humming softly to himself.

“I often see you with Sam and Tucker after school at the Nasty Burger. Or on Saturdays at the mall.”

Danny turned back to her. “Well, yeah, we like to hang out after school to wind down. Don’t you hang out with your friends? You don’t do all that work all the time, do you?”

“Yeah, of course! I’m actually scheduled to hang out with them right after detention.”

“Scheduled?”

“Yeah. It’s important to me to make time for my friends, so I often schedule it to make sure it happens.” She tapped open her calendar on her phone and showed it to him. “I even keep Saturday nights free for possible dates, see?”

Danny stared at the empty slot under Saturday and wondered if this was a hint and if she wanted him to ask her to go out on Saturday.

But no way was he about to risk embarrassing himself by asking.

“So do the three of you do something that keeps you too busy to study?” Paulina put her phone back in her lap. “You, Sam, and Tucker, I mean.”

Danny scratched through his mind, raking for something, anything that wasn’t the truth but also maybe not a complete lie. He couldn’t let Paulina think he was just lazy and hung out with his friends eating burgers or walking around the mall all day.

“We, uh… Yeah.” Danny pretended to cough. “We help my parents out with their research.”

“Research?” Paulina scrunched her mouth. “You mean, like, ghost stuff?”

Danny nodded. “We sometimes test out their inventions.”

“That sounds kind of dangerous. Is it?” Paulina narrowed her eyes, appearing to scrutinize him. “Is that why you so often have injuries? Like that bruise by your collarbone there?”

Danny hastily tugged at his shirt collar. “Oh. You noticed that?”

“Yeah. Of course. A lot of people notice you’re often sporting some new cut or bruise.”

“Oh. Well, that’s, uh—”

“I’ve even heard some teachers say they might need to call CPS.”

Danny’s stomach flopped. “What?”

“Yeah, I hear lots of things teachers say since I’m around the whole school a lot.” Paulina shrugged. “But I’ve noticed Sam and Tucker sometimes have injuries as well. So is it from helping your parents out with their ghost research?”

“No, it’s not like that!” said Danny quickly, almost panting with the effort. “We just sometimes test out their inventions, give feedback, strategize on how to catch certain ghosts. Just stuff like that, nothing huge.”

“Ooh, catch ghosts like the ghost boy?” Paulina’s tone changed to almost a squeal. She held her hands near her chest.

“Uh.” Danny swallowed. “Well—”

“If your parents do ever catch him, you must let me know, okay?”

“I—”

“Because then I can get the A-List together so we can find a way to rescue him!”

Danny stared at her. “You’d really do that?”

“Well, of course! The ghost boy has done so much for all of us. He even saved my life once, you know! I could never just let him be captured.” Paulina lowered her voice. “Oh, but please don’t tell your parents that.”

Danny slowly nodded, holding back a smile. “Oh, sure, I would never tell them that. You have my word.”

“Here. You should have my number.” Paulina ripped off a corner of her notebook paper and scribbled some numbers on it before handing it to him. “Call or text me if they ever catch him, okay? Please?”

Danny took the piece of paper from her, feeling like he was in some sort of trance. Did this just happen? Did Paulina Sanchez, the most gorgeous girl in all of Casper High, just give him her number? To her cell phone? Like her personal cell phone?

He very carefully folded and placed the paper in his pocket. “Sure, absolutely. I’ll definitely call you if they catch him.”

She smiled and hummed, such a cute sound that made his heart flitter. But then her smile faded when her gaze travelled to his collarbone. Danny casually raised his shoulder and pulled his arm across his body to cover the bruise.

“So.” Paulina’s pretty full lips smacked. “If those injuries you keep getting aren’t from helping your parents with their inventions, then where are they from?”

Danny could feel sweat forming behind his ears.

“I mean, you’re not really that clumsy, are you?” Paulina chuckled.

Danny also chuckled, not really sure why except that she was doing it and he had no idea what else to do because he couldn’t tell her the truth and yes he was clumsy but no not that clumsy but what else could he tell her?

What would protect his parents? What would protect him?

Her expression grew warier the longer he stayed quiet.

The classroom door opened. Danny and Paulina promptly faced forward and hunched over their desks.

“Sorry I was gone so long,” said Lancer as he reclaimed his spot at the head of the room. “How are you two understanding everything?”

Paulina looked up and smiled, a secret smile Danny could tell was meant for him even though she never once glanced in his direction. “I think we’re understanding just fine, Mr. Lancer.”

Lancer looked over her notebook page and nodded his approval. Danny had no idea why he even bothered to try covering his completely blank page when Lancer came to look over his work.

“Why am I not surprised,” muttered Lancer. He knelt beside Danny’s desk with a sigh. “All right, Mr. Fenton. Let’s do this first one together to get you started.”

Behind Lancer, Danny could see Paulina flash him a smirk before returning to her own work.

He had always thought he was just busier than other students, had more responsibilities and expectations than everyone else. But he didn’t even have extracurricular activities like most students. Ghost fighting was his extracurricular activity. And somehow Paulina and everyone else still managed to do okay so why couldn’t he?

Maybe he really wasn’t that different from other kids his age after all.

Lancer was trying to talk him through something. Paulina was still wearing a small smile as she did her own work.

Danny nodded to himself and focused. He could do this. He could be like everyone else.

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