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thoutisashark · 2 months

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Accidental Courtship :3

Accidental courtship

ft: Savanaclaw, Octavinella

cw: possible minor spelling errors (blame the dyslexia), established relationship, swearing, implied fem reader

Penguins have this adorable courtship ritual where the male gives the female a smooth pebble, if the female is impressed by the pebble she accepts the gift and mates with the male

I know that jade, Floyd, and Azul aren't penguins, but i thought it would be so cute if their s/o gave them a pebble and basically proposed but not knowing what it meant.

And for the beast-men (Leona, Jack, Ruggie) i thought it would be cute if there was a special beast-men way of courtship, I couldn't think of anything though, but then i remembered that for a lot of mammals (and animals in general) grooming is a form of bonding, so what if licking was a form of courtship?!?!

ENJOY

Savanaclaw

Leona: he awoke from his nap when he felt a pair of hands running through his hair, he sniffed the air, realizing it was just his s/o he closed his eyes once again, surrendering to the comforting feeling of your hands, he hated to admit it but he loved when you played with his hair, it was something he looked forward to and expected. what he didn't expect however was the sudden wet feeling that graced his cheek his eyes shot open and his head snapped in your direction

"so soon? at least wait till we graduate"

your so confused, he realizes that you probably dont know what you just did

"for beast-men, your lick was you asking me to marry you you dumb herbivore"

he wont admit it but his heart was pounding in his chest

Jack: he had finished his classes for the day and was walking around the campus grounds, when he spotted you his tail started to wag a bit, he attempted to stop, annoyed that he was giving away how he felt. he walked over to you, he wrapped his arm around your waist pulling you closer to him you smiled up at him, kissing his cheek, he smiled at you and walked with you to the ramshackle dorm, you guys sat in the guest room you had been working on you had been pretty bored all day and wanted to do something to make you laugh, why not lick your boyfriend see what his silly reaction would be, little did you know the implications behind this supposedly innocent action. as soon as your tongue brushed his cheek he was off to sofa and staring at you in shock, he moved so fast that your tongue was still hanging out of you mouth

"i-im not ready"

his voice was shaky and his tail was wagging at a super sonic spread

"i mean you need to meet my parents and my siblings, and i dont have any money, i mean were still in high school, marriage is a very large leap"

you were so fucking confused Marriage? when you asked what he was talking about he looked at you confused

"you licked me... you want to marry me...right?"

you blushed and told him that in your world its just a weird thing to do. he sighed in

"so no marriage then, good, i love you but im not ready for that yet... try again in a few years"

he winked, his tail giving away his feelings

Ruggie: you had gotten some powdered donuts from Sam's store earlier and you were super excited to eat them, you rushed to your dorm hoping to avoid the food thief you called a boyfriend but it was useless, he could probly smell them from 3 miles away, he saw you running smelt the sweet scent of donuts and took off after you, he caught up quickly, snatching the box from you hands

"watcha got here shihihi"

he held the box out of your reach and took a donut out, he quickly shoved it into his mouth as you pouted, you loved him to death but god was he annoying sometimes you noticed how he had gotten some of the powdered sugar on his nose and an idea of revenge sprung into your mind, you grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him down to you

"you gonna kiss me~" he teased you, he wrapped an arm around you resting a hand on the small of your back while his other held the donut box.

you licked his nose, he tensed up, his eyes widened and he stumbled back almost falling over

"i-i dont- i mean-" he turned around, he grabbed his ears and pressed them down, trying to calm himself down, he had never felt so flustered before, but could you blame him? his s/o just asked for his hand in marriage "i accept but... so soon?"

you looked at him confused, he took a moment, realizing that what is a marriage proposal for beast-men might not be the same for humans, but everyone was aware of the tradition, then it clicked, you weren't from here, you had no idea what you had just done. his blush was still there, and to be honest he was dissipated, he licked you cheek "that is a proposal for marriage" he admits, looking away embarrassed, he shoved the donut box back into your hands and quickly walked away mumbling a quick "i love you" his tail was small, but it was wagging as he zoomed away from you.

Octavinelle (penguin esc courtship)

Floyd: he hated working at the cafe, it was so boring, why would he work when he could be with his little shrimpy? he found you outside of the ramshackle dorm, you were on your hands and knees digging round a pile of rocks

"shrimpy~" he lifted you up and hugged you from behind "what are you doing?"

he asked, examining the rocks you held in your hands, you didn't answer, instead you picked on of the rocks you had and handed it to him, it was smooth, and had a faint blue undertone to it, he squealed and snatched it out of your hand, he wrapped his arms around you, squeezing you till you felt like you were about to burst, he kissed you passionately before skipping off to tell his brother and Azul, you just stood there, confused as to why your boyfriend was so happy about the rock you gave him, i mean sure it was cool but was it that exciting for him? a couple hours later there was a knock on the door to the ramshackle dorm, you opened the door and say Floyd standing there frowning slightly

"do you know what a rock means"

you shook your head and you swear it looked like he was about to cry

"so you weren't asking me to marry you?"

you shook your head again, now understanding why he was so upset, you hugged him and kissed his cheek promising him to marry him one day, as soon as he heard that he was happy again, hugging and squeezing you all night long.

Jade: he was observing the mushroom he was growing, they had a strange mutation that he hadn't seen before and was eager to study, he was writing down the differences and comparing them to known mutations when suddenly you burst into his room clenching something in your hand, he turned to you smiling at you, he closed his mushroom guide and walked over to you, kissing your forehead and ruffling your hair, you hold out your hand and show a small smooth rock to him, he blushed, hugging you tightly

"are you aware of what your asking me?" he asked, his voice shacking lightly as he hugged you tighter, part of him wished you meant what mer-people mean when they give rocks, but he knows you arent used to the tradtions and culture in this world

he pulled away slightly and when he saw your confused face he smiled sadly "in merfolk culture you asked me to marry you" he chuckled as you blushed "i want to be the one to give you the rock dear" he mumbled into your hair he pulled away caressing your face before picking you up and taking you to the couch to cuddle.

Azul: he was in his office doing paper work and for the cafe, he was stressed, his hand was starting to cramp from the amout of writing he had been doing. the door to his office opened and you entered, his eyes lit up as he say you, your presence always made him feel better.

"hello my love"

he smiled at you softly, he open his arms for a hug and you wasted no time crawling into his lap and hugging him tightly, he kissed your shoulder, you reached into your pocket and handed him a pretty rock you had found earlier, his faced flushed with a blush

"m-my love? i- i mean y-yes ill marry you, but at least meat my family first, do you have a venue in mind? a dress? i can help you look- wait your not proposing? oh... you dont know do you"

as disappointed as he was that he wasn't going to marry you he chuckled and laughed

"my beloved your little rock was a proposal of marriage"

he smirked at you, watching as you face as you realized what you had done, he kissed you shoulder and cheek again

"just know love.... i will say yes, i will always say yes to you"

a couple days later when you walk into his office you she the rock you gave him on the shelf behind his desk, it was in a glass container, when you asked Azul all he said was

"its special to me, i wish to keep it forever"

End notes:

i had no idea what to do for leona and i think its pretty obvious, but i had fun writing this! its my first time writing for twst characters and i think i did ok... i hope

I am accepting requests :)

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rkvriki · 1 month

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˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ enhypen obliviously in love

hi.......lmfao i keep disappearing i swear i'm alive but my isnpo has been going down the drain but i got this cute lil idea also to take a break of all the smutty things i've been posting lolz... anyways hope you enjoy this one !

make sure to leave feedback and reblog! my requests are closed and my talk box is always open so lets talk!

WARNINGS ! none really i think?? this is just not my best work im sorry </3 word count: 1.9k a/n: sorry that some of them, mainly hee's, are smaller than others, my brain isn't functioning and i had a writer's block during this and if it's not goo it's bc i quite forced myself to write this bc i wanted to post sth :(

୨୧ LEE HEESEUNG ! - trying to hold your hand and failing

you and heeseung met through mutual friends in your first year of college and you became almost inseparable ever since then. in the beginning of it, you would only be together when the whole group was, but as time went by and you both started feeling more than just platonic feelings you two started hanging out alone as well. it was usual for heeseung to walk you to your apartment after classes and today was no different. you two walked side by side, the sun almost setting behind you. it was mostly quiet except for the background chatting and the small talk you two would make about something you saw. you could feel heeseung’s hand brushing against yours from time to time and you were internally cursing him out for not holding your hand already. after a few moments of silence, you heard heeseung sigh as he gained courage to hold your hand. his hand got closer to yours but- oh! a light post came between you two. needless to say heeseung was a blushing mess while you laughed at him.

��୧ PARK JONGSEONG ! - confronting you about it

anyone had to be really blind to not notice the romantic connection there was between you and jay. it was so obvious you were both in love with each other, it was almost painful how one of the sides didn’t notice. that side being you. it’s not like you didn’t like jay romantically, because you do. a lot. but you felt like he just saw you as a best friend he tends to protect a lot. jay didn’t really show it, but he gets really frustrated when he tries to make a move on you in a subtle way, only for you to put him in the friend zone, but it’s all unintentional. every time someone tells you “jay totally likes you.” you’re quick to dismiss them because he would never see you like that. even though you’re the one saying it, it breaks you inside. until one day, you’re both in a diner, sharing fries and a milkshake and you can see jay fidgeting nervously and bouncing his leg repeatedly. “you’re restless, what’s going on?” you ask him, worried. jay sighs heavily and props his elbows on the table, staring at you with a serious expression. “look, i don’t know if i should just give up, because at this point you have to be pretending not to know.” he says “T-to know what?” he laughs at that. “that i like you, dummy.”

୨୧ SIM JAEYUN ! - tries to kiss you and fails

as childhood friends you and jake were always expected to end up dating by your fellow family members. you would always brush off any comments about you two (deep down you wish they were true) while jake just smiled like a fool while looking at you. it was no surprise when jake told his friends he liked you. it wasn’t hard to notice how he felt about you, seen the way he looks at you with glimmering eyes as he took in every word you say. he has never really tried to hide how he felt about you. he wasn’t ashamed of it and couldn’t wait for the moment you realized he liked you, because deep down he knew you felt like him too. it’s funny to him how he’s always making flirty comments and giving you kind of romantic presents and still you just thought he was playing his role as your best friend. but still, even though it was all funny and entertaining to watch, jake was tired of waiting and he decided to just directly show you how he feels. so that’s how you find yourself sitting in the park bench with him as layla plays around. jake takes a quiet deep breath as his hand comes up to brush your hair from your face, making you face him. he takes that as an opportunity to lean down. you, thinking he was gonna whisper something, turned your face to the side, making him bump his head against you. he starts laughing at you, making you confused. “you can’t really see it, can you?”

୨୧ PARK SUNGHOON ! - misunderstanding gone right ?

no one who knew you two understood how in hell you and sunghoon weren’t a couple. it was so obvious you both liked each other but still none of you seemed to do anything about it. you two were your class’s representatives so you two were almost always together and it wasn’t too hard to notice the lingering touches or stares you shared. but something the other students didn’t know was that you two had actually talked about your “feelings”. one day sunghoon almost overheard you telling your friend you liked him. “you like me?” he had asked “no! no, i don’t like you, sunghoon.” you answered trying to play it off. he nodded, his lips pursing. “good, then because i’m in love with someone else.”. it was something along those lines and you two had never talked about it again, but the tension never left. it felt heavy on you and it was painful to spend time alone with sunghoon so you settled that you were gonna tell him the truth. “remember that day you asked me if i liked you?” he hummed as he stopped in his tracks. “well, i lied. i like you, actually. i don’t want things to get awkward because you don’t feel the same but i needed to be honest.” his eyes widened as he stared at you like you were crazy. “are you kidding me? i only said i didn’t like you because you said you didn’t like me.” you gasped and pointed an accusing finger at him “why did you lie then? you said you were in love-” “hey! don’t put the blame on me now you lied too.” “well, we still can fix it right?” you said laughing making him do the same.

୨୧ KIM SUNOO ! - “PFT! who would ever like me?”

you and sunoo weren’t the closest people ever but you two spent a lot of time together since pretty much all of your friends were mutual. still, that fact didn’t stop you from developing a silly crush on him that quickly turned into something more serious the more you got to know him in the very few times the two of you were left alone after a group hangout. no one knew about it except for your best friend. you never told sunoo, not because you were afraid of rejection or him being rude because with how sweet his personality is, he would’ve rejected you in such a friendly manner it would make you think he’s reciprocating the feelings, but because no one like him would ever like you, he was way out of your league. so, confessing was definitely out of question, no matter how much your best friend would insist you would simply not do it. but in reality, it wasn’t really like that. one day you were hanging out with sunoo and your best friend at a cat cafe when suddenly in the conversation you said something along the words of “who would ever like?” and bold sunoo, was not afraid to hide his sincere feelings and answered with “i do.” he smiled while you looked up blushing furiously. your best friend laughing maniacally. “w-what?” sunoo chuckled at your reaction. “i thought i made it quite obvious that i liked you, silly.” oh! who would’ve guessed!

୨୧ YANG JUNGWON ! - heard you liked “someone else”

you and jungwon had met each other in sophomore year of highschool and it was safe to say there was a connection instantly that was more than just a platonic one. you two quickly became attached at the hip. if jungwon said he was going somewhere it was sure that you would be here two, if you were being invited somewhere they could already expect the “can jungwon come along?” question, and vice-versa. it wasn’t strange when people came up to either you or him and asked if you were dating each other and it honestly shocked everyone when you both would always answer no to it, even your own girlfriends found your “friendship” strange. they did not find the idea of a boy-girl friendship weird or impossible to exist but they just couldn’t see your dynamic as friends so it was bound for them to question you. you heard the question so many times you decided to just tell them “fine! yes, i like him so, what?” you saw their shocked faces but they weren’t looking at you. you looked behind you seeing jungwon behind you. when you locked eyes he was quick to turn his back and walk away making you panic. a few days have gone by after that and you decided you needed to talk to him. “i’m sorry i didn’t tell you sooner. i didn’t want things to get ruined by this.” jungwon stared at you “who even is tha guy?” he asked making you look at him as if he had three heads. “what?” you asked “what what?” “jungwon the guy is literally you, i thought that was settled already.” jungwon stayed silent before laughing like a maniac. “if you’re here to make fun of me you can-” jungwon shut you off with a kiss, making you relaize where things went wrong.

୨୧ NISHIMURA RIKI ! - i don’t even know how to word this one

let’s settle one thing. you two knew you both liked each other. romantically. you just don’t bother on labelling it or directly showing it to each other. everyone around you found your dynamic honestly weird but to you two it was more simple than people put it to be. it all started when you were really oblivious about ni-ki’s feelings for you so he decided to hint that he liked you more than a friend. like one time you were walking to his house and he just shoot “you look cute.” but you didn’t quite hear what he said, distracted by a dog “what did you say?” he sighed “i said you look like a fruit.” “riki that does not make sense, but whatever you say.” and he started gradually getting bolder. “i can’t get this song out of my head.” you told him during class “i can’t get you out of my head.” oh! that was new information for you “thanks…?” at this point you were acting dumb for him and he couldn’t take it anymore so he got even more straightforward. during one of your daily walks you were rambling about a flower you saw on the way and he just let you talk as his hand sneakily grabbed yours, making you stop talking and falter in your steps “what?” he asked as if it was nothing “n-nothing!” he smiled as he kept walking along with you. after that day he noticed a change. a good one. and that’s when he realized you had realized so he decided to just get to the point “is it weird if i kiss you?” he asked when you were eating lunch in the school garden. you put your drink down and turned to look at him. “honestly, riki? yes. do i care? no.” so with that he grabbed your face, kissing you as he smiled against your lips.

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strniohoeee · 6 months

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Abscond

Pairing: Matt Sturniolo X Female Reader

Synopsis: Matt and Y/N had that cute innocent teenage love, but what happens when Y/N’s life is flipped upside down; and he’s the one that got away?🫂

Warnings⚠️: None….hope you enjoy this one tho…she cute or whateva🤭

Song for the imagine: The One That Got Away-Katy Perry

Never planned that one day

I’d be losing you

In another life

I would be your girl

“Is that the last box?” My mom asked me as I walked into the front door

“Yes finally, never realized how much stuff I had” I said walking up the stairs to my bedroom

“Well you were away for a good 5 years” she said laughing

“True, didn’t feel like I had so much stuff though” I said laughing

“I’ll let you unpack, and I’ll start some dinner” she said walking away

“Okay! I’ll be down in a few” I said walking up to my room

I stepped into my room placing the last box down….god this room needed some major upgrades. Can’t believe this is what my room looked like when I was 16…who did I think I was

I started to unpack some things, mainly my clothes and some trinkets.

“This room is such a disaster” I said looking around and laughing to myself. I can’t believe my mom left my room the same since I was 16….shes so weird.

I headed down to eat and chat with my mom after I cleaned up some more.

“Mom why’d you leave my room the same” I said laughing

“Well with your father getting full custody, and me knowing your father, and him not wanting you to come here, or me to go there I wanted to keep the memory of you from the last time I would see you” she said smiling

“Yeah dads a dick….Im so glad to be back home. I just missed Boston so much, Arizona is utter crap” I said laughing and drinking some water

“The east coast is better” she said laughing with me

“We have so much stuff to catch up on, and so many things to do” I said getting emotional

“I know. I can’t believe my babies 21 I can not drink with you” she said taking a sip of her wine

“Can’t wait for our drunk nights laughing and crying about random shit” I said

“Those are the best times” she said nodding her head

I had finished eating, and helped my mom clean up the kitchen

“Alright I’m going to head upstairs, and clean up some more, and unpack” I said kissing her on the cheek

“Okay baby, and if you need help let me know” she said drying her hands

“Will do” I said smiling at her before heading back upstairs

I got upstairs and started throwing all my stuff I didn’t want in trash bags for donation, putting more of my clothes away, and putting my new stuff out where my old things were.

I was pretty much done, and I decided to put my shoe container under my bed, I lifted up the skirt of the bed

“Oh god so much dust” I said making a grossed out face

I decided to get the broom and sweep underneath, I was sweeping when all of a sudden two Polaroids flew out from under my bed

“The fuck?” I said leaning down and picking them up, wiping the dust off of them

It was two Polaroids of Matt and I from when we were 16…. Holy shit…

My brows furrowed. When I moved to Arizona I swore I packed these, but I couldn’t find them after days of tearing my room apart

My dad never liked me talking about or speaking to boys, so I assumed he found them and threw them away. I held so much anger towards him for that….and the whole time they’ve been here.

I flipped them over and on the back of the left one it said

“Don’t forget about me I love you-Matt”, and on the right Polaroid it said “be us against the world, in another life I would make you stay”

All my memories started flooding back of Matt and I

Flashback

I was neighbors with the Sturniolos my whole life, but never spoke to the boys. I was always so scared, but one day when I was 13 my mom threw a party and invited them, the triplets and I immediately became friends.

We went to the same high school, and had most of the same classes together. They were the best things to have happened to me. By the time we were 16 I started to realize that I may have liked Matt, but was always so scared to tell him

One night I was just so fed up of never saying anything to him, so I got up and walked over to their house, texting Matt to meet me outside

“Hey Y/N are you alright?” He asked shutting the door behind him

“Yeah I’m good, I’ve just been thinking about some things” I said smiling at him

“Oh? Tell me” he said walking down the steps

“Walk with me?” I asked

“Yeah let’s go” he said following me

“So uh I’m not sure how to put this, and I’m not sure that you’ll feel the same way, but Matt I really like you” I said looking over at him

“Like, like me like me, or like me as a friend?” He said confused

“No Matt, like I like you. I have a huge crush on you” I said getting shy

“You do?” He said looking at me

“Matt YES” I said looking at him

“Y/N….I have the biggest crush on you too” he said smiling

“You do?” I asked confused

“Yes! Hasn't it been obvious?” He said

“No not really” I said laughing

“Well I do” he said pulling me in for a hug

From that moment Matt and I started dating, spending every second together. There was nothing but laughs, long conversations and overall innocent love you see in the movies.

“Hey Y/N, could I kiss you?” Matt asked me one night while we were watching a movie in my living room

“Yeah….ive never kissed anyone before though” I said getting nervous

“Me neither” he said also getting nervous

“Okay, so this could be a learning curve for us” I said laughing to break the awkwardness

“Uh yeah” he said getting shy

Matt had turned towards me, and leaned in kissing me first. It took me a few seconds to register what happened, and then finally I kissed back.

My stomach exploding with butterflies and fireworks…I never wanted to leave this moment. Matt had pulled away, and from that day on he couldn’t keep his lips off of me, but then again neither could I.

Everything was going good for 6 months, before my mom came home one day stressed and crying

“Mom? What’s going on” I said looking at her

“Baby….im so sorry” she said looking over at me and crying

“Mom what’s going on you’re scaring me” I said getting worried

“Y/N your dad won custody of you” she said looking down

“What? I’m 16. How does he magically get custody of me now?” I said getting upset

“I know baby trust me I tried to fight it, but he’s got a better rep than me” she said shaking her head

“What that’s not true! You’ve been here for me and where has he been? Gone nowhere to be seen…..I can’t believe this” I said shaking my head and letting out a sigh

“Trust me I know. I tried, but they don’t care they just look at his perfect record” she said wiping her eyes

“So what now?” I said scared of what she has to say next

“You have to go move with him” she said avoiding eye contact

“IN ARIZONA?? NO” I said raising my voice

“You don’t understand. We have no choice” she said

“This is so unfair. I don’t want to go. I don’t want to leave you, and my friends and I don’t want to leave Matt” I said starting to cry

“I know you don’t, and I’m so sorry that you have to do this, but there’s no other choice” she said shaking her head

“When do I leave?” I asked

“Two weeks” she said looking down

“TWO WEEKS! I don’t even get to finish the school year, or properly say bye to my friends and boyfriend” I said shrieking

“Y/N…..this hurts me too okay” she said

“I can’t believe dad…” I said rolling my eyes

I waited till the very last day to tell Matt and his brothers. I couldn’t spend two weeks with them knowing that we’re all hurting while we’re hanging out. So I much rather just tell them the night before I’m leaving. I can’t be here to see their pain

The night before I was leaving I texted Matt asking if I could come over, and he said yes. I walked over, and he let me in

“What’s going on?” He said noticing my demeanor

“I have to tell you and your brothers something” I said sniffling

“Okay yeah we’re in Chris room” he said

We went up to Chris room, and they all looked concerned

“What’s going on? You’re freaking us out” Chris said

“I’m moving…..to Arizona….with my dad” I said avoiding eye contact

“WHAT?” They all screamed

“Yeah I know, he won custody, and now I have no choice” I said crying

“This is bullshit” Matt said

“Trust me Matt I know” I said shaking my head

“When do you leave?” Nick asked

“Tomorrow morning…my flights at 5AM” i said

“What? And you didn’t bother to tell us sooner” Matt said

“I know okay. I just couldn’t sit here and see us all hurting, so I rather rip the bandaid off now, and not have to see the hurt in your eyes” I said wiping my tears

“I can’t believe this” Matt said

“Will you visit?” Nick asked

“I have no clue, my dads like a drill sergeant….he hates my mom, and he will probably hate me too. I’d be lucky if he lets me visit for the holidays” I said

“This is fucked” Chris said

“Very….” I said

“Well instead of being sad let’s try to make these next few hours memorable for you” Nick said smiling

That night we watched movies, and shows and laughed and ate snacks and took pictures and videos to always have one another

“Y/N let’s take Polaroids, so you’ll never forget me in Arizona” Matt said

“I could never forget you” I said looking at him

He pulled me in and snapped two Polaroids of us, writing on the back, and handing it to me

“I love you so much” he said pulling me in for a hug and kiss

“I love you too Matt” I said smiling at him

Later on that night I went back home and packed up the last of my things that I would be carrying with me. I thought I put the Polaroids in my bookbag, but what actually happened was I didn’t close the pocket, and they fell out when I put my bag on causing them to fall under my bed…..

It was 3:00am and my mom was in the car waiting for me. I looked at my room one last time

“I guess I’ll be back one day” I said shutting the light off and closing my door

I walked outside to see Matt and his family talking to my mom

“We’re going to miss you so much” Mary Lou said pulling me in for a hug

“I’m going to miss you guys too” I said sniffling

I hugged all of them, and waited to hug Matt last

“Matt I love you so much, and never forget about me” I said letting a tear slip

“I could never” he said letting a tear slip as well

I pulled him in for a hug, and kissed him

“I guess I’ll see you when I see you” I said to them

“Bye Y/N” they said

As I got in the front seat I waved

“Love yall” I said before getting in

My mom started to drive off as I stared into the side view mirror…..my whole life just gone down the drain….and now I have to start a new life in Arizona with my dad

We had gotten to the airport, and this was my first time flying alone, so I was nervous

“You’re going to be okay baby, I love you and let me know when you landed okay? Call me every single day please” She said letting tears fall

“Don’t cry mom” I said pulling her in for a hug

“How can I not? You’re leaving me” she said

“I’ll be okay, I’ll call you everyday and I love you too” I said before getting out the car

“Love you baby” she said and I shut the door walking to my new life

My dad was an absolute asshole. All we did was fight and yell and bicker. He never let me see my mom. I never went back to Boston, and at 17 when I graduated he put me in a private college. I could’ve left, but by that point I had so much fear in my heart because of him.

I had gotten two jobs so I could save and move out, and go back to Boston. I only did three years of college before dropping out. My dad was fuming, but I was 21, and I was ready to see my mother again

I hadn’t really kept up with the triplets because I didn’t want to endure that pain, but about a year ago I saw they were really famous on youtube. My tik tok page has become full of videos of these people I used to be so close with, and my ex Matt.

It was so crazy to see, but yet again we never spoke to each other for these 5 years.

Flashback Over

“God this is crazy” I said examining these Polaroids of us

I went downstairs to my mom

“Hey mom look what i found” I said shaking her the Polaroids

“Holy shit, you and Matt” she said looking at the pictures

“So crazy how fast 5 years can change everything” I said

“Man yall had such cute innocent love” she said smiling at the pictures

“Yeah I never talked to them again after i left” I said

“Yeah I know they’re mom always asked about you, you know they're super famous on social media now. They were just on tour last I spoke to their mom” my mom said

“Yeah I’ve seen it on my social media pages….its so crazy” I said

“You know Matt’s super cute now” she said winking at me

“Mommmm stop” I said laughing

“I’m just saying, you know You should see if they’re home I know that they live half in LA and half here because of their job” she said

“Mom I doubt they’d remember me or care because it’s been so long” I said rolling my eyes

“You act like you’ve been gone for 20 years, they will remember you” she said laughing

“I don’t know. I feel like we grew apart at this point, so would they really care to see me?” I said

“I’m sure Mary Lou always said they asked about you! Go on” she said shooing me

“Okay” I said giving up

I decided to walk over to the Sturniolos house, knocking and getting super nervous about who would open the door.

I heard walking, and suddenly the door was opening up

“Hi” I heard Mary Lou say as she opened the door

“Hi Mary” I said smiling at her, she looked at me a little confused before suddenly her eyes got wide

“Y/N??” She said shocked

“Yes!” I said smiling at her

“Oh my god! Look at you! You’re all grown up. My god it’s been so long” she said pulling me in for a hug

“I know…. 5 years and 6 days to be exact” I said pulling away from the hug

“Please come in” she said waving me in

We walked to the kitchen where I sat at the island

“Jimmy! Come look who’s here” she yelled

Suddenly Jimmy came in from upstairs

“Holy shit!” He said smiling at me and pulling me in for a hug

“When did you get back?” He asked

“About a few hours ago actually” I said

“Man the boys prayed every day you’d come and visit” he said

“Yeah I know….my dads not the nicest” I said shaking my head

“I figured it was him” Mary Lou said

“Are you back for good?” Jimmy asked

“Yes! I’m back for good” I said smiling

“Oh wait till the boys hear about this” she said

“It’s so insane how fast 5 years go by” Jimmy said

“I know I was saying the same thing earlier….i'm just so glad to be back home” I said

“We are too! Man this is amazing” Jimmy said

“I should call the boys” Mary said, I assumed she meant FaceTime, and that they were back in LA

“They’ll be so happy to see you” she said

I smiled at her, and right before she went to call one of them, the front door opened

I heard three deeps voices laughing and talking

“Oh well never mind they’re home” she said

“We’re in the kitchen” Jimmy yelled out

Chris walked in first with Nick behind him, and then Matt behind Nick

“What the fuck” Chris said looking at me as he stopped in his tracks

��Is this real life?” Nick said looking at me

“Y/N?” Matt said looking at me with a shocked expression

“Yeah” I said smiling at them

The End

Alright guys I hope you liked this one, and lmk your opinions and if I should make a part 2 TEHEHE🤭🤭 love yall so very much, and always thank you for the support and love 🥹🖤🖤

-J💅🏽

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You Would do That for Me?

Pairing: MCU!Peter Parker x Stark!fem!reader

Summary: You hit two birds with one stone. Helping both you and Peter out in the process. Seems like a good plan, right?

Warnings: Verbal assault, Little but some physical assault, Catcalling, Bullying, annoying people just in general, swearing

Word Count: 5.04k

a/n: I tried to make this as enjoyable as I could, but some of this sucks, I tried really hard to get it to what I liked, but only some parts got there. Im hoping I’ll like the next part better. Sorry for the wait, but thanks for waiting! Also my Spanish is rusty lmk if it’s wrong.

Thoughts = “Italicized dialogue”

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

High school. Not the most appealing place for anyone, especially not if you are the one having to attend. You don't think there has ever been one person, that doesn't come from some high school musical bullshit world, that enjoys going to high school.

You are top of your class, and you'd think that would make it easier but that's far from the truth, specifically when you go to a school where everyone is supposed to be top of the class, or they were from the schools they had formerly attended. Smart people don't like being topped. So it isn't really personal when you get cussed out or get verbally bullied. At least you don't take it personally, not enough for people other than the ones who do it to know about it.

Today is the start of another exhausting day of school. Before you open the door to your room you once over your outfit, and mentally prepare yourself for everything that is to come. You let out a puff of air and begrudgingly walk down the hall and into the big elevator at the end of the hall.

"At least I don't have to walk down stairs," you mentally thank your father for being lazy, as you push the 'floor level' button.

"Good morning Y/n." Friday says as you walk into the kitchen.

You mumble out a 'morning' and walk over to the pantry. You pull out a box of Honey Nut Cheerios. Then you get a bowl and a spoon, placing them on the counter next to the box of cereal.

"Hey kiddo," You hear your dads voice from behind you. You smile, turning to see him leaning against the fridge with a carton of milk in one of his hands. You chuckle, and walk up to him giving him a hug. He kisses your head while hugging you

with just as much love.

"Hi dad." You say as he hands you the milk. Your dad gives you a look as he watches you tiredly get your breakfast.

"What?" You struggle to speak with a spoon full of food in your mouth.

When he doesn't say anything you ask again. "Dad, what is it?"

"Nothing, you just eat exactly like me." He chuckles out. And you scrunch your brows.

"Well how the hell else would I eat?" You ask. He gives you a pointed look, "I'm not going to quote any ancient museum piece but watch your mouth young lady." You put your hands up in apology.

“But It’s not even that bad of a word. S’not like you don’t say it.” You grumble slightly before stuffing another spoonful of Cheerios into your mouth.

“Although, that does sound like some old man I know, maybe I will let him know that you are finally starting to listen.” You give him a toothy grin and he shakes his head frantically.

“Don’t, please. I don’t want him to know he's rubbing off on me.” Your dad rambles out grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge. You chuckle.

You both talk a while longer as you eat your cereal.

“How’s school? Any drama I need to know about?” You roll your eyes at him.

“No, sadly, unless you consider Peter losing one of Ned's lego pieces and not talking to him for a whole four hours,” Your dad chuckles.

“I would say that's a decent amount of drama for those two,” You dad comments, and you continue your pass time chatter.

"Oh, also, sweetie, Happy is driving you to school today," You dad says as you finish up your cereal.

"But,” you start, “dad, you said you would." Your disappointed look doesn't go unnoticed even though you try to not let it show.

"I know sweetie, but I can't today, I will try to find some time this week or next to drive you, okay honey? I'm sorry." He gives you a look of pity. And he really does want to drive you, he just can’t.

You can’t figure out why it bothers you so much. It’s just a ride to school. Maybe it’s because you barely ever see him. Maybe it’s because lately he has been more occupied with work than with his own daughter.

It bothers you that it bothers you. You shouldn’t be mad at him for working, for being a hero. You should get mad because you know it's not like he wants to blow you off.

"Yeah, um, ok," you put on a tight smile as you walk over to a counter stool that you backpack is sitting on, and sling it over one of your shoulders.

"Friday," Your dad calls out, and she immediately responds,

"Yes sir?"

"Call down Happy, and let him know, Y/n is ready to head out." Your dad finishes as he walks toward the hall leading to his office. He waves you a goodbye and you give a small smile in response.

Not even a couple minutes later Happy walks in, car keys in hand. "Come on kid, let get you to school," You nod and follow him outside.

The walk to the car is quiet. And Happy is not complaining with your ‘too tired to talk attitude’. He's not one for much unnecessary conversation. That's not to say he doesn't care for what you have to say, he just likes moments of quiet. Especially during the shitty morning.

"Hey, Happy?" You ask once he starts the car. He looks up at you through the rear view mirror letting you know he's listening.

"What did my dad have to get to?" You hear Happy sigh but don't say anything.

"Listen, your dad, he's a busy man, so it could really be anything." Happy informs you with a small sad smile, trying to make you feel better. You just nod looking down at your hands, so you don't have to look at another person trying to give you pity.

——

You slam your locker shut and turn to see Ned and Peter at their lockers that are a few away from yours. You nudge MJ and she closes her locker slightly to look at you.

"Yeah?" She asks and you nod towards the rest of your friend group. Mj doesn’t like that you called yourself that but she doesn’t have a better solution so she lets it slide.

"I'm going to go talk to them, meet up later?" You ask and she nods before bidding you goodbye.

"No, no, no, Peter, listen to me, I know it isn't a scam, because my cousins, best friends, little brother also ordered from the website and it came." Ned argues with who you are assuming is Peter.

"I don't think that's a credible source, dude. Have you even met your cousins, aunts, friends, brother?" Peter asks skeptically.

"It was my cousins, best friends, little brother." Ned grumbled out with an eye roll.

“The fact that you have to correct him just proves the point more.” You state bluntly entering the very stupid, conversation.

“See exactly!” Peter exclamins in your dereliction. Ned mumbles something out but you don’t quite catch it, Peter does though and his face goes pink and he hits Ned's arm.

“My, point proven,” Ned says quietly. And you brush it off assuming it's an inside joke. The bell rings and catches your attention.

“Okay come on you five year olds, let's stop arguing about credible sources, and whose brother said what.” You put your hands on both of their backs and push them toward your shared first period classroom.

When you walk in and find your seat. MJ is already sitting, in the seat right next to yours. And behind you Peter and Ned sit down. When the final bell rings everyone is sat down and ready for a long boring lecture.

The teacher passes out assignments and you all finish the assignment pretty quick, so, per usual, you sit around talking, or more, arguing.

“We need to agree on something and stop arguing.” MJ says calmly. You are all arguing about the movie you’re all going to watch at your house on Friday night. When someone proposes a movie, someone else always doesn't like it.

“I'm sorry MJ, but I will not watch Titanic, I can’t.” You deadpan, arms crossed over one another.

“Oh, come on Y/n! It's not that bad!” Ned tries but you shake your head with a look of utter disgust.

“It is that bad, I physically can’t watch it. I know it’s iconic or whatever, but I won’t let that movie play at my house. It’s not going to happen.” You slam your fist on Peter and Neds shared desk.

“What about Shutter Island?” Peter suggests. Looking at you for approval and you shrug. “I'm good with that.” You say.

“What's with all the DiCaprio movies?” MJ asks. And Ned groans, running his hands down his face. “So that's a no?” Ned says more of a statement than a question.

“I never said no,” She tries but you put your hand out to stop her. “You didn’t have to, it's a no.” You say tiredly.

“We have zero chance at agreeing on a movie by Friday.” Peter says resting his face in his arms that are arms crossed across the table.

“You know what else it is at zero?” Flash asks as walking past us to get to his seat after turning in the assignment.

Before you can tell him to piss off he continues. “Penis Parker’s girl game. You have Zero chance of ever getting any girl, even if they are the ugliest thing anyone has ever laid eyes on.” Flash’s friends snicker at his words and he laughs loud at his own joke. As he walks past other kids in the class he gets fist bumps.

You look at him unamused. And when you see the sad embarrassed look on Peter's face you want to respond to Flash by cussing him out, but MJ gets to him before you do.

“We get it Flash, you’re taking your insecurities out on Peter, because we all know your ‘girl game’ is peaking in high school.” MJ retorts glaring at Flash. She says girl game like it’s the stupidest terminology to use, because it is.

“His girl game is just going to keep getting better after we graduate from this high school shit hole” You add huffing out in annoyance.

Flash looks around trying to get people to stand up for him. But no one does. They all just look away or at whatever they were before.

“Whatever,” You see Flash shrink in his chair as he quietly speaks. You glance over at Peter, he gives you a small smile.

“Thanks,” he whispers. You nod smiling at him.

The rest of class he’s quiet, and you can’t help thinking that this sort of thing happens a lot. You wish you could help him more, or that you could prevent it from happening. You sigh and stand when the bell rings, the subject still on your mind.

——

“I don’t know, MJ,” You start while unlocking your locker. “I like the idea of a horror movie, but I don’t know if the boys could take it.” She shrugs,

"Well we should just make them deal with it.” You hum in consideration, “I mean come on, think about how many times Ned has made us watch Star Wars?”

You nod in agreement. She does have a point. You can’t count on one hand how many times you’ve had to sit through one of the Star Wars movies.

“Alright, fine.” You huff out, “But you’re telling them.” You poke her shoulder with your finger when you say it.

“Deal,” She takes your hand into hers and shakes it. You chuckle, shaking back.

You and MJ start heading out the front doors of the building. You spot Ned and Peter, and wave to them. Ned waves and Peter smiles.

You and MJ part ways as she heads to the subway station, and you head over to a bodega to get some food while you wait for Happy.

You cross the street walking along the white strips of color on the paved road. You pull out your phone when you get to the other side of the cross walk, to see if Happy texted you yet.

Happy:)

I’ll be there in ten.

Happy:)

Where do you want me to pick you up?

Y/n Stark

The bodega, want anything?

Happy:)

I'm good.

Y/n Stark

Cheetos it is! See you in a bit 🫡

You turn off your phone and put it in your pocket, stepping into the bodega. The man behind the counter's head shoots up when he hears the bell on the door ring.

“Hola, pequeño Sparky,” The man says.

“Hola, Sr. López,” You grin and wave. When you first met, Sr. López, he told you that you look like Tony Stark's daughter. But he said spark not Stark, it stuck. You never correct him, and you never tell him you are actually Tony Stark's daughter, because you enjoy the name just as much as he does.

“Can I get a bacon egg and cheese?” You ask and he smiles big.

“Ah of course, and cheetos for Sr. gruñón?” You nod and smile. “You know it, Sr. López”

You walk over to the shelf of chips and grab the bag of cheetos. When your order is done you pay and head outside, waving Sr. Lòpez goodbye.

“Que tenga una buena tarde, Sr. López.” You say stepping out of the bodega.

When you walk out you almost trip. You look down and notice your untied shoelace. You probably unintentionally stepped on it again. When you bend over to tie it you hear something.

More like someone. Or multiple people. You hear someone whistle, and you stand and turn around abruptly.

And that’s when you see them. The three little pieces of shit that always bother you. They are always somehow there just when you don’t want them to be. Not that you ever did want them there. They are the weirdo dickheads who never leave you alone. Somehow they always pop up out of nowhere.

The blond short kid named Derek, whistles again. Logan the tallest one begins walking over to you. The other two follow.

You quickly begin walking past them. And you get half a block before Otis the jet black haired guy grabs you by the arm and pulls you into a small alley. Derek and Logan gather around you whistling laughing. You struggle in Otis’s grip, you’re sure it will leave a big bruise.

“What the hell do you want?” You spit out and Logan tuts shaking his head.

“Well look at you,” He breathes out as you get out of Otis’s tight hold. “How is a pretty thing like you still so available?”

Derek chuckles and pushes your body against the brick alley wall with his hands.

“I have no clue, but if you want to, baby, I'm open to anything” Derek growls out, and your face turns into disgust.

“Don’t make that face, it makes you look ugly.” Otis says with a scowl.

“I have to go.” You say quietly looking down to stop your shaky breathing.

“What was that hon’?” Logan asks, leaning his face close to yours. “Couldn’t quite hear you.” You know full well he can hear you, he's just being a dick.

You snap your head up with an angry expression, glaring daggers at the boys. “I have to go.” You state firmly. You watch as their faces turn into smiles, and they begin to laugh at you.

Then you hear a ding from your pocket. Surprisingly they let you grab your phone. You wonder why until Derek snatches the phone from your hands. You try to reach for it but Otis pushes you back against the wall.

“Give it to me,” You shout. They ignore you and look at the text. “Seems like she does have to go, boys,” Logan says, tossing your phone back with an annoyed look.

“It's a shame, I would have liked to tease you more.” Otis’s comment makes you mad. You look down at your lock screen to see a text from Happy.

Happy:)

I'm here, where are you?

The boys move to make way for you. And as you walk past them you trip over Dereks, purposefully, outstretched foot. You stumble and don’t bother to look back, so you don’t have to see them cackling at you.

You quickly scurry out of the alley and towards Sr. López’s bodega. You see Happy in a black car across the street, he sees you and waves. Nodding back you cross the street.

You open the car door and slip in. You pull the Cheetos out from your bag and reach over the divider to hand them to him. He thanks you and pulls out from the parking spot.

“Where were you?” He asks, chewing on a cheeto. You shrug, rubbing your bruised arm. “Uhh, I was just walking around waiting for you.” Its a good enough lie to get him to drop the subject. The car ride from that point on is silent, uncharacteristic for you, but Happy doesn't comment as he continues driving and you eat your bacon egg and cheese.

——

You hate it.

Feeling helpless.

How could you not when you were raised by the Iron Man, and grew up around superheros, and just strong people. So, it makes your blood boil when you think about the way you let them treat you. You know how to speak up for others, but for some stupid reason your own brain is too scared to be able to defend you.

What makes you doubly angry when you walk into your house, is thinking about the way Flash and the other kids at your school treat Peter. “What makes them think they are so much better? They don’t even compare to Peter,” you think. Peter is smart and sweet and has the kindest soul of anyone you have ever come across, so it pisses you off how shitty people can be. If only you could fix both problems.

“What’s got you so grumpy?” Pepper asks as you walk past her to your room. Her voice breaks your train of thought.

“Everything,” You grumble out. Pepper hums in understanding. Pepper, although she's not biologically you family, you consider her your mother. She's always there for you and she watched and helped you grow into the person you are.

“Anything I can help you with?”

“Not really. Unless you can magically make people stop being jerks.” She chuckles as your shoulders slouch.

“Well, when I'm dealing with Jerks, I tell them to stop or I’ll fire them. I usually try to hit two birds with one stone to get them out of my life faster. So fire the problem not just one person.” Pepper says, trying to help. You nod. And you catch the end of a conversation when your dad and Clint walk in.

“So, no, there will be no boyfriends or girlfriends for Y/n for a long time.” Clint chuckles at your dad.

Your brows scrunch before your head shoots up and your face breaks into a grin. Pepper who was watching you smiles, confused.

“You are a genius, dad!” You shout as you rush over to him to kiss him on the check.

“I know,” Your dad looks surprised when he says it, but smiles anyway.

“Thanks uncle Clint,” You hug Clint quickly and he tries to hug back but you pull away before he can.

Then you run back to your mom, wrapping her in a hug, before she can say anything, or pat you back, you run off.

“Thanks mom, got to go!” You yell back to her as you rush into your bedroom.

“What was that about?” Clint asks Pepper, and she shrugs.

“I say let’s be happy, she's happy.” Tony says as he continues to walk to his lab.

When you shut the door you throw your backpack on your bed. You begin pacing back and forth in thought.

“Peter needs a girlfriend. And I need someone who can keep those assholes away from me.” You drop the pacing for tapping your foot and rubbing your chin. Your face scrunches trying to think of a solution.

“It can’t possibly be this hard to come up with something… who’s a girl who’s single, and likes Peter, or can at least tolerate pretending to like him? Who’s someone who I can have, help me?”

Your tapping gets faster as your brain works harder. “How the hell can’t I think of anything? I’m the daughter of fucking Tony Stark for goodness sake. There has to be someone-“ You cut your thoughts off and your eyes go wide at your realization.

“No.” You think shaking You head. “That wouldn’t be acceptable. We’re friends not- not…that.”

“Oh shit.” You say aloud this time. “It’s the only solution that isn’t 100% insane.” You breath out a shaky sigh. “I have to ask Peter Parker to be my boyfriend.”

——

“This is 100% insane.” You think, gripping the pole in the rocking subway cart. “I know it’s insane, he’s gonna think it’s insane.”

You got Happy to let you head over to Peters to work on ‘a project’. You do have your homework with you, but you can’t focus on anything other than the crazy conclusion you have come to. So, no homework could get done without talking to Peter.

The subway cart is pretty full, because it just hit rush hour and there’s a woman who’s standing a little close to you. You step a couple inches towards the bar.

You keep going over what you are going to say to Peter in your head. You can’t come up with a coherent sentence that doesn’t sound like you are just flat out asking him out. Well you are doing that, “but- no- not in that way” You keep telling yourself. You just have to explain the situation to him, and he’ll understand. Right?

You also have to consider the fact that no one out of school can know about it. If your dad knew you were dating someone, you think he might just kill them. You heard what he said to Clint. But what he doesn't know can’t hurt him, at least while he doesn't know. You know what the consequences are if he finds out, but you are willing to do it, for you and for Peter.

The train car pulls to a stop, and the doors open. You hear the automated voice ring through the train station as you set out of the train car. Piles of people rush in and out of the train. You dodge the hoards by swerving and slipping past them, out of habit. Living in New York, it's impulses to walk around slow people.

You climb the steps of the train station and out into the chilly air of Queens. You wrap your arms around your body, regretting the decision to ditch the jacket.

It takes a couple minutes to get to Peter and May's apartment, but once you travel up the elevator and your hand is inches from the door, all your previous courage drains from your body. You blink harshly to shake away the fear. Your heart is pounding and you can’t breathe properly.

“Just do it already, what are you scared of? its Peter,” You know there is lots to be scared of but you won’t let your mind drift that way.

You lift your hand to knock on the door, but it’s pulled open before you can make contact with the metal handle. You step back startled.

“Oh god, so sorry.” The woman in front of you says with a sigh. Your heart rate begins to slow when you hear her voice.

“No worries, Miss Parker.” You chuckle. She laughs out at your words.

“Oh please, I'm not that old Y/n, just call me May, like everyone else.” She smiles politely at you.

“I'm not everyone else.” You smile back. She shakes her head with a grin. “No you are not,”

“Well, I have to go pick something up from the store, help yourself,” she gestures inside, “Peters in his room, most likely building a lego set.” She pauses, “Or looking up ones he wants.”

You laugh and nod, waving goodbye and walking in. You take your shoes off and shut the door. You’re kind of glad May forgot to ask what you are doing here, that makes this easier at least.

You huff out looking out at the tiddy cozy apartment. You have always loved it here. It is so homey and welcoming, and it always makes you feel a little more at ease. And now is no exception.

You slip off your shoes and as you walk by the coach you put your bag down to rest.

“Peter?” You ask as you walk closer to Peter's ajar door. You see the back of his head turned down, looking at some papers on his desk. You can see the white wire of his head phones sticking out from under his chocolate brown hair.

You push the door slightly and slip through. You walk closer to him, trying to keep your heart from picking up its fast pace again. You call out to him again, and this time place a hand on his shoulder.

Peter jumps up out of his chair, trying to look intimidating in a fighting pose. But the intimidation doesn't last long because he slips on a sweatshirt on the ground and falls.

You erupt into a fit of laughter. Peters just looks startled, but when his brain finally acknowledges the situation, his eyes go wide in relief. When he gets up and you are still laughing, struggling to breathe, his cheeks go pink in embarrassment.

“It's not that funny,” he mumbles out. This only gets you laughing again. He tries to hide his smile by stuffing his face in his hands.

“Ok, ok, sorry.” You chuckle trying to slow your breathing and calm down.

“You just jumped so high and then slipped on nothing.” You say rubbing your face with a grin.

“It wasn’t nothing.” He says kicking the sweatshirt on the ground further away from him and then walks to the door.

“Mhh,” you hum in amusement following behind him.

“What are you doing here anyway?” He asks as he leads you to sit in the living room with him.

“Well,” You sigh, still a little breathless from laughing. You pause, try to create a coherent sentence that won’t make Peter run and hide. You sit in the meantime and Peter sits down next to you.

“I need to talk to you.” Your face gets more serious and it worries him. “Why? Did something happen?” He asks as his brows furrow in concern.

“No, no, no, nothing happened. Or, no. More like I want to stop something from happening again.” You realize the sentence makes the situation sound different then what it is.

“Did I do something?” Peter asks his brows furrowing further.

“No. No never. It’s just,” you trail off, and before you can pull yourself together to spit it out he cuts you off.

“Did someone else do something? Can I help?” Peter's head tilts and his lips form a frown listening attentively.

“No,” you stutter out. “Just listen to me for a second Pete.” He nods with a quick apology. Then his full attention is on you. His eyes unwavering staring into yours. Suddenly you can’t breathe, but you try to speak either way.

“You know how you get-“ you pause to rephrase. “How Flash is a dick towards you?” Peter nods slowly waiting for you to continue. You hadn’t told him about the guys bothering you, and want to keep it that way.

“And how, today he made fun of you for not having a girlfriend?” Peter nods, getting wary.

“Well, I mean-“ you stutter over your words “if you want, and feel, you know, comfortable or whatever,” you swallow the lump in your throat. He nods again, smiling softly to try and ease the tension in your shoulders and urging you on. You squeeze your eyes shut and blurt it out.

“I could pretend to be your girlfriend at school and stuff,”

When you peak an eye open, you see Peter's shoulders slumped and his eyes wide. In utter disbelief.

“Then no one would ever give you a hard time,” You quickly explain so your point doesn’t come across wrong.

You wait for Peter to say something. You wait for him to tell you no, or to say yes. You wait for him to say anything at all. But he’s radio silent.

Worry begins to creep up your spine. The pit in your stomach grows inch by inch every second he’s quiet. What if this is the wrong conclusion? What if you stepped too far? What have you done?

Fuck. You shouldn't have come. You shouldn’t have been stupid enough to think this was a good idea.

But out of nowhere, as if he just realizes that he’s the person you’re talking to, he speaks up.

“You would- do that for me?” He asks as his eyes grow soft and his eyebrows raise hopefully.

“Well, I mean, sure.” You nervously chuckle out. Rubbing the back of your neck with your palm.

“And anyways, you’d keep the creepy guys away from me.” You note as Peter seems to step back taking everything you’ve said in. What if he starts laughing? What if he is messing with you? He wouldn’t do that, right?

“I- I-“ you hold your breath as he begins talking, the pit in your stomach makes you feel like you might throw up. If he doesn’t hurry up you’re sure you’ll apologize profusely and run out of the apartment before he can say anything.

“I would love-“ Peter smiles “to be your boyfriend Y/n.”

Oh.

You let out a shaky breath. It worked. You don’t believe it. He said yes.

“Really?” You ask, a small quizzical smile on your face.

“Yeah.” He says grinning wide.

Well shit. It worked.

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#peter parker #x reader #mcu peter x reader #mcu #peter parker x you #peter parker x reader #mcu peter parker

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moxxbox · 1 year

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MOXXIE DEAREST I HEARD UR CRY FOR REQUESTS AND IM HERE.

I would like to request the dorm leaders and their reactions to mc proposing with a ring pop!

YAKO MY SAVIOR

I also played around with a different type of writing than I usually do so I hope it's still good! (I also messed around with dialogue)

Dorm Leaders/Housewardens getting proposed to with a ring pop?!

He sees you lower yourself to the ground and get on one knee, while the two of you are in public. Then he hears, "Will you marry me ____?". But what's that in the ring box? Huh? A ring pop!? What could his reaction be...

Riddle Rosehearts

You were both at an un-birthday party, nearing its end. He goes as red as his hair immediately, "H-Huh? OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!"

Now it's not that he wouldn't want to marry you in the future it's just you're both in front of so many people! He'll apologize for using his unique magic while you're together in private later.

Leona Kingscholar

He goes to class one day. ONCE. He's amused, however, "Huh, so you want to get married already, Herbivore?"

He's so smug about it, Although you can tell he was shocked at first from how his ears and tail shot up, for a second. Depending on how long you've been together he might actually go ring shopping for a full-out engagement ring for you!

Azul Ashengrotto

You know that one manager thing where they randomly walk around the restaurant they manage and are like "are u enjoying ur service". That's how you do this, he pops by your table in Monstro Lounge. "..."

He just freezes...blue screens, etc. His face flushes a bit, but you'll most likely end up talking more about this after the Lounge closes for the day/night.

Kalim Al-Asim

It was at one of his parties! He gets excited, "Oh! I do! :D"

When/if you get married in the future in the little goodie bags for guests he'll have ring pops put in them!!

Vil Schoenheit

At least you only did this in the Pomefiore dorm main area. This man is just so done, he can't. "Potato, why?"

He doesn't even mean this in a rude way, he is just genuinely curious as to why...with a ring pop...in public...?

Idia Shroud

The only time he leaves his room...All these people staring? Kinda terrifying ngl... He noticeably is blushing as well, "Why is such an SSR event happening like this!?!?!"

Sighs, gamer words for the gamer dude. He'll accept the ring pop though.

Malleus Draconia

It was at Ramshackle (Dw it's still public😎the 1st years were there!)

"Oh, you would like to be wed, Child of Man?"

He'll start courting you officially after this💀. He'd find a way to keep the ring pop good, and wear it as an actual engagement ring💀.

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graciegoeskrazy · 6 months

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do u think i have forgotten

george daniel + xcx!stepdaughter!reader

warnings: none?

a/n: HI WERE BACK WITH A GEORGE REQUEST. requested by a friend of mine who requested to stay anonymous! you know who u are and i hope u enjoy!!! been getting a HEFTY amount of george requests. not that i’m complaining i absolutely LOVE them and im really happy with how they are turning out! thank u for all the love your giving me. it makes me smile so so so much and i appreciate it more than u know. 💞

reader is about 12

Once school got out your mom was always standing in front of the school waiting to pick you up. When you got outside of the front doors you scanned the courtyard for her but didn’t see her. You did, however, see a man leaning against a light pole smoking and scrolling on his phone. You went up to him and playfully tapped him on his shoulder, trying to scare him a little. “Excuse me, sir.” George looked up at you. “This is a smoke-free campus.” You said jokingly.

He smiled before replying. “Oh, sorry. My daughter takes 10 whole minutes to pack up her school bag and I got bored.”

“Ha.” You said, rolling your eyes. He smiled and stomped the cig out.

You crossed your arms and furrowed your brows “What are you doing here?”

He leaned against the pole. “Change of plans. Momma has to stay at the studio late tonight.”

“Good! You and I can eat at the place I love but mom hates for dinner.” You started walking towards the parking lot but he put an arm out and stopped you. “Actually…I was thinking we stop somewhere first.” you tilted your head and he did the same. “Ice cream?” He asked and shrugged.

You smiled. “What’s gotten into you, Mr. Daniel?”

He smiled and wrapped an arm around you as you both walked to the car.

…

You and George sat down at a small outside table. You had ordered your usual and George had to stop eating for a moment to look at you and how fast you were eating.

“That good?” He asked.

“Fuck, yes.” You said.

“Hey! Language!” he lightly hit your arm.

“Where’d you think I learned it from?” You said, rolling your eyes.

“Fair.”

After a second he spoke up again. “How was school.”

“Boring.” You said shrugging.

“You always say that.”

“Because it is. It’s middle school what did you expect.”

He shrugged. “Nothing new or exciting?”

“There’s a school dance coming up? It’s not exciting though. It’s more annoying than anything.”

He looked up at you. “Annoying? Why?”

“Because every single girl in my class is obsessing over what they’re wearing or who their date is gonna be and it's fucking annoying.”

“Why?”

“I don't know. I just don’t understand it.”

“Understand what? Love?” He asked, chuckling.

“Yes! It’s so frustrating. Like, you’re twelve, calm the fuck down.”

He smiled. “You’ll understand when you’re older.”

You looked up at him. “I hope not.”

After a second of comfortable silence, George went for it. “So…I was thinking about something.”

“That’s dangerous.”

“Ha.” He said, rolling his eyes.

You smiled. “What is it?” You asked.

“It’s…complicated.”

“What is?”

“What I need to ask you.” His demeanor changed which shocked you.

“Is it serious?” You asked

“Very.” He said, flaring his brows.

“Well, now you’re scarring me.” You took another lick of your ice cream.

“Just…well...Would you rather me tell you or show you?”

You thought for a second, then, “...Heads of tails?”

“Heads.”

“Show me.” You said.

George reached in his coat pocket pulled out a ring box and put it in the center of the table without saying another word. You stopped eating and stared at it for a few moments before finally speaking.

“Is that what I think it is?” You whispered.

George cleared his throat before speaking. “Usually the groom asks the bride’s parents for permission but, you seem more important to ask.”

You but your ice cream to the side. George continued. “Y/n…I love your mom. And I know you’re young and you don’t fully understand it yet but…this feeling of love that I have…It’s telling me that I love your mom so much that I need to spend the rest of my life with her.” A tear fell down your face. George kept going. “And yeah, sure, I can marry her and spend the rest of my life with her and do whatever the fuck I want, but I can’t do it knowing you wouldn't want me to.”

He sighed.“If you don’t want me to do it. I won’t. It’s as simple as that-”

Your brows furrowed and you looked up at him. Choking on your tears as you spoke. “Woah, you can’t make me make that decision-”

“It won't matter. Because either way I’m here to stay. We both know that. You saying yes just makes it official.” he took your hand from across the table.

“Love, we spent so long and worked so hard to get where we are today. Years ago you wouldn't even look my way and now you can’t live without telling me every mundane detail about your day or updating me on the latest thing Taylor Swift has done. The last thing I want to do is ruin what we have.”

You whipped your tears but it didn’t matter because more and more just kept coming. “Does that mean you’d be my dad?” He squeezed your hand and smiled.

“You’ve always been my daughter, y/n. It doesn't matter if it’s on paper, or by marriage, or by blood…you are mine.”

You took away your hand, sat up, and whipped your tears.

“Took you long enough man.”

#the 1975 #x daughter!reader #x stepdaughter!reader #george daniel #george daniel x reader #george daniel x you

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twogyuu · 9 months

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hi holly ♡♡ can i please get vernon + 19 for your screenplay ask game?

also it's been a while! how are you beloved? i just saw your new header and it made me giggle out loud i love it ♡

pairing: vernon x reader

19. ""so what are we exactly?" // ". . . is there a wrong answer to this question?"

genre: fluff, angst, crack if you squint, friends-2-???, dance!au, ft. joshua! HAHAHA

wc: 792

a/n: hi hi xan! im doing alright :) been busy adulting so haven't been a whole lot of writing mood hahaha - i moved this weekend! excited, but a little nervous and exhausted. i don't have anything yet, so i've been using my boxes of kpop albums/merch as a miniature table LOL 💀😂 thank you for checking in! i hope you enjoy this and are doing well, yourself 🫶🏻 hehehehe

Please pick a SVT member and a number from this prompt list, and I'll write a drabble for you :)

. . . .

Your stomach felt hollow and your sense of smell felt stale despite the sacred aroma of food filled with grease and an extra, extra pinch of salt - the signature stamp of delicious for an all-American diner.

This was your usual post-hangover go-to after a night out, equalizing the alcohol that filled you belly last night with an extra helping of burgers made of brioche bun. Nonetheless, you couldn't help but let your food in front of you grow cold as your friends stuffed their faces and moaned out of satisfaction, even though this was probably their umpteenth time here.

The argument that ensued on the car ride home with Vernon left you with a bitter taste on your tongue - and it lingered. You have known him for the better part of your twenties when you met him through Chan so many years ago. Bright-eyed and a man of few words, he was perhaps the last person you expected to befriend from the dance studio. You were opinionated and particular. Alas, a stupid project brought the two of you together and you couldn't come a part since. Dare you admit it, your confidant, best friend, partner in crime - what have you. Somewhere along the way, the two of you started tiptoeing across the lines of friends and something more.

A performance turned into a hand for a dance at Seungcheol's wedding.

Simple brush of fingers in between class changes in the hallway turned into handholding past midnight, wandering the streets downtown.

Playful jabs and shoves turned into heart-to-hearts that lasted into the morning, over turtle chips and pop because he didn't like alcohol.

A peck on the cheek in the depths of the night when only the dinky LED lightbulb overhead lit the studio turned into a full on makeout session on Soonyoung's bedroom.

So, who could blame you when you asked him for clarity?

You felt a gentle nudge of an elbow into your left side and you turned your head slightly to acknowledge him. You didn't dare to look up for your feared the waterworks might start and you didn't need the entirety of your friends and this diner to know of your issues.

Wordlessly, Vernon held up a single fry to your lips. The tip was stained with white horseradish sauce because you didn't like ketchup and enjoyed the wasabi-like sensation that followed after.

Your eyes flickered to him quickly then back to the fry, still refusing to open your mouth.

He . . . can't be doing things like this after what he said.

He shouldn't.

But he was.

"You should eat, babe," Vernon mumbled. The nickname of affection slipping between his lips so casually and easily. It was second nature to him at this point. You weren't so sure if it was out of affection, however - maybe, it was just habit. He nudged it closer, his movements a little too fast because the sauce touched your top lip.

"Oh shit!" Vernon's eyes widened and he threw the fry down. He quickly reached for a napkin instead and began wiping your lip. "I'm so sorry."

"Vernon," you whimpered, your cheeks feeling warm. You tried to push his hand away to no avail. "You don't need to-"

"What are you guys, exactly?"

Your booth turned silent and all eyes zeroed in on you and Vernon. You were both frozen, the napkin hovering over your lips and your hand still wrapped around the latter's wrist. You gulped, straining your eyes to see who the question came from.

Joshua sat across from Vernon, a burger held up to his mouth, but his lips were pursed, brows crinkled in a similar fashion.

The booth waited for an answer; no one dared moved until they got one. You took this opportunity to move away from Vernon, shoving his hand away, ducking your head, and scooting closer to Jun on your right. Jun shuffled closer to the edge, worried.

Out of the corner of your eye, you could see the look of hurt that crossed Vernon's face when you moved away.

What were you supposed to say? You had the same question and no clear answer.

"Um," Vernon put the napkin down and scratched the back of his head before he looked up innocently at Joshua. "I-is there a wrong answer to this question?"

Joshua let go of his burger, plopping into a wrapper with a quiet 'thwack' as it landed. The grease and ketchup seeped into the paper, not letting it fall away. Joshua sighed and shook his head.

"There is," Joshua answered for you and your heart skipped a beat - not for Joshua, but in anticipation of an answer from Vernon finally.

"Think carefully, Chwe because it's something we've all been wondering for the past year."

#vernon x reader #vernon scenarios #seventeen x reader #seventeen scenarios #seventeen drabbles #twogyuu:writing #twogyuu:ask games #aceofvernons

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spiderwebd · 2 months

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AH SILLY QUESTIONS (i will be raiding your ask box lots…) but im assuming you play phighting and was wondering who you main and like whose your favourites n stufff herhee : 33 i have dieseases about phighting and lvoe talking with other phighting fanatics

HALLO!!!!! Thats okay I love seeing stuff in my inbox hehe/gen

Ramble under cut cause I yap a lot /lh

You would be correct that I play phighting yes I main boombox and if an enemy team had a better boombox and/or someone in my team takes boombox I am phucked because I have skill issues /silly

Ermm obviously I love boombox as a boombox main butttt I've been trying to get skateboard, rocket, and subspace as a second. I LOVE skateboard gameplay even if I'm bad at him on certain maps he's just insanely fun to play

Subspace is another really fun one his E move is my favorite but his entire moveset kit thing whatever you call it is super fun as well. My favorite thing to do with him is to go under the map in Roblox Towers and just hit people from down under (shoutout to that one person in a server who told me I could do that) it's a bit hard trying to guess where the enemies are but it makes me feel like a gremlin rat and I just enjoy living my best subspace live under there yk <3 /silly

admittedly I have been neglecting my Rocket Training duties but in my defense I'm kind of the worst at him compared to the previous three I've mentioned so far JSNJDMSMS idk I needed a go-to ranged class character and he was the easiest. I do like using him as a sniper even though he's not meant to be used that way (I like staying away from the chaos /silly ) idk I think I just need to get familiar with his moveset more and also the fact that he can take damage form his own rockets (subspace takes damage too but like idk I could get away easier most of the time as subspace)

If I had to choose my least favorites of the characters I'd say probably the tanks. Idk slow movements in a fast paced game just isn't my thing I guess. Though if I HAD to play a tank I would go with banhammer idk I just suck ass with Katana SOBS /lh

#Asks #Polkka post #No ramble tags cause I rambled enough in the actual post KENFKDMD

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cuddl3s4shur1 · 1 year

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Totally Not In Love

Inspired By: Abbott Elementry Janeen and Gregory Paring: Teacher riri x Art Teacher Y/n

Summary: Your a new art teacher at a elementary school

Authors Note:Bro Janine and Gregory ARE OBVI IN LOVE idc what anybody says they like each other

Also i would like to say im sorry for like not making story and publishing them I lowkey having been making 3 or 4 stories at the same time and than I would take breaks . So its been all over the place but I'm glad to say I'm almost done with a few and I will start making parts to somestorys you guys have been waiting for (Proud Family , When All Said And Done..Take time, Betrayed etc.) It might take more time for the stories to gett written because I at least want each story to be over 1-2,000 words. Other than that I have no annoucments

Ps:This was not revised and it is unedited if you see grammar issues either let me know or keep it to yourself

Anygays I hope you enjoy the story and or my writing style

- Xoxo Cuddles

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Music:I made a music playlist for the story it is optional to listen to it but i do recommend it sense I used some the community’s favorite songs (WHICH I LOVEEE) I hope you enjoy the playlist

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Sneak Peak👀:If only you could grip on my hair or neck like the way you grip on that little paint brush

Today was the day you had been waiting for, the day you got to decorate your art class.

When you told people in your family about your passion for teaching they thought you were joking . Especially your mother, she overall thought you shouldn’t be a teacher while your sister thought you should. But the main reason you wanted to teach was to help kids and move out of your moms house. You hated how your sister and mother would always fight over dumb stuff.

Chicken or Chicken Nuggets Lasagna or Mac and Cheese Jeans Or Leggings

Overall you got tired of it . So you put more thought into your career and found a job as an art teacher at a school. Vikington Elementary. Even though the school had a pretty weird name you liked the place, and the teachers, and you were going to like the students.

You get out of your car and you open your trunk to get a box out . The box had all your decorations for your class minus the chairs and tables you ordered. You close your trunk and lock your car doors. You begin to walk to the school entrance “Do you need help” you hear a voice ask you. “Yeah if you could open the door it would be great “ you say . The person opens the door and you begin to walk to your classroom. You see a slight glimpse of what they look like . She had cornrows and she was in a graphic tee and sweatpants that matched the shirt .

You try to look for the person who opened the door for you but the person was nowhere to be found. You open the box and you begin to take everything that was in the box . You take out the aprons and you hang them on the hooks next to the door . You take out your desk accessories and you decorate your desk the way you wanted to. You take out your white board decorations and you write “Welcome to art with Ms. L/n '' . You close the marker and place the marker on your desk. You get the last things in your box , Your paintings. You looked over for a chair that was sturdy and some tape but you found none.

You walk out your class and head to closest class next to you . “Hey not trying to bother you or anything but do you have tape and a chair “ you ask the unknown person. “Yeah I have those” the voice responded not looking at you. You think ‘that voice sounds familiar but maybe I'm trippin ‘ . They go to there desk and they search for the tape. Once they find it they give you the tape and know all you needed was a chair. “And the chair “ you reminded the person. “Yeah “ They hand you a chair and you head back to your classroom. “Im Ms.Udaku” she yells . You nod as you leave . You place the chair where you needed it and you begin to get on the chair . You get your art poster and you get you pieces of tape ready . You get on the chair and start to tape your first artwork. You feel the chair start to wobble and you fall back . You feel a person catch you . “Thanks “ you say as you look back to see who caught you. You see Ms,Udaku.

Camera Interview: Y/n “When I looked back to see Ms.Udaku it kinda felt embarrassing” Y/n says, giving a side eye to the camera.

“You can let me go now” You say remending Ms.Udaku to let you go. “Oh yeah sorry” she says and she places you up to stand . “ Thanks again that was nice of you , You're like spider girl or supergirl,”.Shuri gives the camera a side eye. You say trying not to be awkward causing it to be awkward. “Thanks I guess,” she says, forcing a smile. “I’m L/n Its nice to meet you” I say leaving my hand out to dap her . She daps me up and responds “Its uh nice to meet you Ms.L/n “ she says with a smile .

Camera Interview : Shuri “I don’t think she know i'm the black Panther but its all cool”

“Can you help me with these posters I was trying to hang them up until you know “ I ask shuri. Shuri was taller than me. “Sure” she says you hand her the tape and the prints and she begins to put them on your walls. “Did you make this art that i'm hanging up” she asks you. “Yeah I made them,” you responded . “ You're really good at art ,BUt you probably know your art teacher, “ shuri says. You can tell she was nervous about something but you couldn’t put your figure on what.

Camera Interview: Shuri “She’s a really great artist I will definitely buy some of her art” Shuri Says showing a smile

“You're right, an art teacher should like art, “ you say laughing . “Which one is your favorite?” she asks you . “Um i like the princess and the frog one the best” you say as you point to the picture. “Mhm , I like your proud family one” she says as she points to the picture.Shuri finishes putting the pictures on the wall so you invite her to your desk. You sit in your desk chair and she pulls a classroom chair and sits with you. As she sits down on the chair she begins to ask you a question “Um so What are your hobbies”

Camera Interview: Y/n “She’s awkward but i can see us being work buddies” You say ending with no emotion in the face.

You begin to face shuri and respond to her question . “My hobbies…” you mouth some sound coming out. You feel eyes on your lips so you break the eyes off of you lips and answer the question. “My hobbies mhm I like art Which you can tell “ shuri does a slight laugh at you answering. “I like sleeping. I'm really good at that but don't get enough sleep,” you say laughing . “I like eating. I'm really good at fashion . Fashion is like my second main hobby , and baking. I like eating so I know how to bake and cook.” During telling shuri your hobbies, you heard scattered laughter from her . “But what about you what are your hobbies “ you ask shuri wondering. “Well i like designing and science sometimes planting but designing and science are my main “ you nod and smile . “Thats nice I didn’t see you as a plant person” you say . “Oh mhm” shuri says lifting eye brows.

You hear footsteps in the hallway till they stop. You begin to look at your doorway . You move your chair to look at who it could be . You look at the lady confused on who it is . “Hello Im Ms. L/n '' you say waving to the unknown teacher. “Oh I’m Ms. Willam's You can call Riri though , I was looking for shuri '' she finishes . “oh Shuris right there but i guess you can call me Y/n '' say . Shuri gets up and begins to talk with riri.

Shuri steps in the hallway and begins to talk with riri. “Aye, that's the girl I helped with the door . She seems cool. I want to be friends with her, you know, past work, "Riri says . Shuri lets out a sigh. “She just got here to relax , we're going to have to chill with her, “ shuri says .

Camera Interview : Riri “Am I in love with someone I haven't exchanged words to … No definitely not “

Shuri and riri begin to walk back into Your art class . You scroll on insta looking at your friends post of her being in italy with her boyfriend Fiance. You read the long caption that she wrote with the picture and you smiled. You had been friends before they got together so to know that they were engaged makes you smile.”who got your feet kicking” Riri says, causing you to do a slight jump. “ I aint mean to scare you ma” she says which catches you off guard. “I was reading my friend's engagement post, “ you say, explaining what made you smile . “Tell them i said congrats “ Shuri says you give her a side eye . “They don’t know you but I guess I'll help them” you say . You thought it would be pretty awkward to tell your friend that but you were going to keep your word. “Well ugh what now “ you say trying not to be awkward but you make it more awkward. Shuri begins to stare and thinks it's cute how you look awkwardly . “Well um maybe sense where co workers we should get to know each other and i see you like to paint so maybe we could do like a paint and sip '' riri says . “That's cool and I could help you if needed,” you say, smiling now. “Yeah i'm definitely going to be needing help” shuri says chuckling you join in on the laugh . “You have a nice smile” shuri says, making you flustered by that simple sentence . “I’ll give yall my number so i can send yall my address for the paint and sip “ you say smiling . You put in their phones and after words you leave so you could get your house together . THis was pretty unexpected but you could never turn down an offer to help people paint especially if they're hot .

✰ You were at home setting up the paint and sip since it was out of the blue you would have to rush. You told them to be here at 7:30. It was now 3:30 so you only had 4 hours to get your apartment together . you call your bestfriend to go get the food and supplies while you are cleaning .” Hey dia can you go to walmart and get some food so i can host this paint and sip for my coworkers shuri and riri” you ask hoping she would go to the store for you . “You're talking about your fine co-workers right ?” she asks you , “I mean if you call them fine yes “ you say as you roll your eyes. “ You should lowkey put me on if you know what i mean” she says you become awkward . “I know what you mean but can you just buy the groceries? '' you say, trying to demand but yet still be cool, calm and or collected.”yeah send me the list “ she says . you hang up and text her the supplies and or food products that you needed for the foods . You start to make your house look presentable. You changed from your school outfit to a chill sweatpants outfit

You hear a knock on the door after you change and you hope it's not shuri and riri . You check your phone to see that it's 4:40 ,probably dia. You open the door and Dia walks in and places the groceries down. “We got to like hurry we got 3 more hours” you say hoping that would help dia be more quick. “Girl i'm going to help you and then imma dip ny invited us to the club but i know you can’t go because you hosting this so when we done ima get lit “ dia says you laugh. Overall you weren’t a club person you didn’t like the loud music, People everywhere it never interested you .”Well enjoy it i guess ,but you can always stay” you say trying to be nice . “mhm” she hums as a response . ✰

Your friend dia already left and shuri and riri should be coming any moment by now- . The doorbell rings look like they're here. You had your speaker playing some music and right now it was playing ‘Outside -Bryson Tiller’ . The song was overall a chill song but when you heard the intro you were thinking about a whole different song with the same intro. You open the door to see riri and shuri . YOu began to stare at the 2. They were looking so fucking fine riri had, on a outfit that showed her toned abs . Shuri had a simple outfit yet it made her legs shine . “Earth to Y/N~” riri says as she snaps . “Oh yeah come in come in , sorry bout that must of zoned out” you say as you blink a couple times . “Or checking us out its ok “ shuri says you roll your eyes at her cockyness . “I prefer what i said i was not checking yall out “ you say as you fidget with your hands.”What ever you say ma,” shuri says as she sits down at your dinning table . It was circular and was all black you had chairs that where grey and black ,“I made so dip than we got some wing stop and hawaiian rolls and uh for drink i got some wine coolers in the freezer so it can be come like a slushie and i got the rest of my drinks in my cabinet “ you say as you either walk to what your talking about or point. “But uh ill give yall the canvas’s and ill go get the paint “ you say as you head to your bedroom to get the canvas’s and paint .

As you walk out your dining room that was connected to your kitchen shuri and riri begin to stare. “Bro we can’t fall for her you know she’s are co worker “ riri says shuri rolls her eyes . “i don’t care i want what i want and what i want is her “ shuri says . All of a sudden the doorbell rings. “Ill get it” y/n yells . She walks out her bedroom without the canvas’s nor paint brushes and or paint. She opens the door and we see a fine lady.Her outfit was cute for clubbing tbh. The whole friend group is just fine tbh . Shuri and riri begin to look at eachother . “Dia what are you doing here “ y/n asks dia. Shuri mouths her name “Dia” . “Girl so i made it the car drove their but than i had to come back i forgot my purse “ she says as she walks to couch to get it . “Be for real how the fuck did you just realize that “ y/n says riri sides eye y/n she never heard y/n cuss before. “Well i didn’t realize it because i had my keys “ y/n rolls her eyes. “Whatever dia” dia looks at the 2 ladys . “You said they weren’t fine” dia says as she trys to whisper to y/n. “You can’t whisper for shit i said if you call them fine than yes “Me and riri give y/n a flirty glare. “Well girl ima see you later also are you coming to club tomorrow “ dia says as she walks to the door . “See you dia , Most likely no but your going to force me so yes “ y/n says as she opens the door . “Good also don’t dress like no teacher , When your at the club you don’t want to look like a teacher “ dia says ,You slowly close the door .”ok i’ll remember” you say as finish closing and locking the door.”Sorry about her “ y/n says .She goes back to her bedroom to get the supplies .

“The whole friend group is fine “ riri whispers to me . “exactly “ i whisper,y/n come in the dinning room area and places down the canvas’s . “Well lets get started “ y/n says as she next to me. ✰

Y/n paints her canvas as she hums to her playlist she hums to the song”Skin Tight By Ravyn Lenae FT Steve Lacy”. We all focus on are painting until i realize i need help with some clouds im doing on my paintings “Y/n could you like help me with making clouds “ i say as i tap her hand with the end of my paint brush . “Yeah shuri i can help you “ she says as she gets up and walks to my chair. “So what your going to do circular motions “ she says i try to follow her direction with my paint brush. “Wait no let me see the brush” I give her the brush and she begins to paint in circular motions . Her hands gripping the brush had me think of what else she could grip on . Lord save me i can’t be thinking those things about my COWORKER . “Alright now you can try” she hands the brush back to me and i try to copy how she did it. She puts her hand on top of mine and begins to take control of how the brush moves . “You wanna go slow and steady you dont want to go fast” she says as she keeps guiding my paint brush to make a cloud. “And thats how you make a cloud she releases her hand from on top of mine . “thanks y/n “ i say she goes back to sitting in her chair . I continue to make the cloud yet i still think about her hand on mine it gave me some type of comfort. As I look at y/n she moves her hips to the beat of song ,’Trance By Metro Boomin Ft Travis Scott and Young thug was playing. “This you shit huh” riri says as she looks at y/n.”Hell yeah this song hitss” you continue to dance in the chair. You paint slowly making sure you get every detail .You take the paint Brush off of the canvas .You look at the canvas and begin to smile . You grab a new brush and grip the brush you begin to dip it on the next color.

Shuri watches the slight changes in brush and color . She likes the way you concentrate on each part of your painting. She sees how each stroke of the paint you make adds to the final portrait.If only you could grip on my hair or neck like the way you grip on that little paint brush .I begin to stop looking at her painting hoping to get those thoughts out of my mind.That dosent work. I trails my eyes down your body . I could tell when you did art you where more calm and loose.”When did you start painting” I would ask in soft voice. My question comes from out of nowhere. I could tell that it caught riri and y/n off guard.”Huh” she asks me not getting my question.”When did you start painting “ I re ask her . “Well I always was a artist my panters said bit I started at 8 months” she says my jaw drops. “8 Months ?” I ask her . “8 months ,My mom would give me a bag that had paint and a canvas and I would just paint” she explains , she takes her eyes off the Canvas and looks at me with a smile.”That’s hella impressive” riri remarks “Also interesting “ I add to riri. Y/n begins to hum as a response .She continues to paint me and riri look at each other than we go back to our paintings.

Shuri and I begin to help y/n with cleaning ,so by the time where done we can chill with y/n while our paintings dry.Shuri does the dishes and I start to take out the trash. “You guys I could’ve cleaned up “ she says . “We know we just don’t want you to clean all by yourself when we can help” I state to y/n. Y/n begins to go to the kitchen ,”You you guys like to take any food home” she questions us. “Sure “ I say I begin to go to the kitchen and make me a plate . I go yo the nearest counter and get some of her paper plates. “Can you make me one to” shuri adds .”I got you” I say and I begin to make me and shuri plates . “You got some foil” i ask her . “Yeah let me get it for you” she begins to move towards me and she gets her stool.she gets on her stool and to get the foil.o begin to look at her body. My eyes trail from her hair to her ass. She stops stretching and gets going bed the foil to me . “Thanks” I say as I grab the foil from her hand. Her thumb caresses my hand. We begin to look at each other. She looks away . She grabs the rest of the left overs and containers for the food.

I invite riri and shuri to the couch.For some reason I didn’t want this night to end not one bit not at all. I enjoyed their energy they were calm and chill about everything. They even helped me with dishes which is lovely . And something I wouldn’t expect sense this would be the first time I invited them over. We begin to talk over wine and vibe to the music playlists . “What’s your funniest school story” shuri asks me. “Well I sent home this form for a field trip to the art museum and one of the parents route the kids nickname and wrote it and crayon” you say as you took a sip of wine . “Are you being serious” riri says with a chuckle. “Yes bro” you say laughing a little.”what’s yours shuri” you ask her .”The kids pranked me for April Fools with water balloons “ she says as she giggles. Shuri had a soft slight and riri had a laugh that would make other people laugh .”what’s yours ri” you ask she was the last one to tell her funny story. “Well this one kid asked me to be his valentine and then on Valentine’s Day he said he found someone else and it was a kid that looked just like me” riri says . You begin to laugh a little you look at shuri and she laughs.

After the somewhat comedy session you guys would talk about favorite colors, childhood,and more work stories. You walk the ladies to The door.”it was really nice hanging with y’all” you say ending with a smile. It really was a good time that you needed sense a week before school would start back you and your boyfriend would split .”I enjoyed your food your a really great cook” riri exclaims with a smile. “I’m glad you enjoyed it “ you say with a smile and you do a slight wink at riri.”You have a really great music taste “ shuri ads to the convo. “I know right ,You where playing ICU at one point and B.E.D Remix” Riri says you do a slight chuckle.Quavo was your favorite part of the remix . “That remix hits buy to be honest quavo carried “ you say. “He did tho ,But how do you get carried on your own song. “ You say now relazing your talking with you hands .You bring your hands down and mumble slightly “sorry”.”So I’ll see y’all at work” you say now just wanting to end the conversation.”Yeah you’ll see us” shuri says. You hug shuri , You would know smell the scent she wore it was some scent with bourbon. You would feel the hug last to last long so you let go and pull away . You hug riri her scent was calm and smelt like coconut.There scents where calm yet could get you hooked. You pull away from the hug and you guys all stair at each other . Shuri try’s to be suddle yet you could tell she was doing the triangle method. “Welp I’ll see y’all later “ you say with a smile .”they walk out and wave.As you close and lock the door you lay your head on the door. “i freshly got out of a relationship , I can’t date and shit” You say you leave from the door way and begin to head to your bedroom to write so you could get it off of your chest .

Meanwhile while you where practically having a break down about why you shouldn’t get with your coworkers, Your coworkers couldn’t stop thinking or talking about you. “Girl shes funny ,she has good music taste ,do i need to explain more “ Riri says . “Your right not even to mention her friend is fine to” shuri adds. “Her friend also mentioned something about the club so that means y/n will most likely dress up “ riri says. “So you thinking what im thinking” ? riri questions shuri. “Where going to the club” they both say at the same time.

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yongislong · 2 years

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[ ncity playlist event ]

now playing ... PARK JISUNG

good looking - suki waterhouse

jars of it - steve lacy

stockholm syndrome - one direction

disconnected - 5sos

it all feels right - washed out

thats on me - mac miller

wasteland baby! - hozier

i bet on losing dogs - mitski

crybaby - the neighborhood

close to you - dayglow

now viewing ... // dreaded test day. something you and your seat parter always hated. it wasn't common to have seat mates in university but you're glad your world literature professor made you both sit next to each other for the don quixote readings

however... now he has an undeniable crush on you. even the other kids in the class can see how sad he looked that week you missed class because you had the flu he brought a plushie and different boxes of flavored tea to your dorm

now here you both sat, cramming for the lit final in the schools 24 hour library... at 3 am. lol. you notice though how incredibly jittery and smiley he seems, a stark contrast from the purple eye-bags littering his aegyosals

the session began with catching up on the chapters in quiet silence until he moves his chair next to yours, tucking a bit of your hair behind your left ear as he slides his earbud in. you adjust it, looking over at him nervously with a tight lipped smile, he grins, scratching the back of his neck

you noticed how close his chair began getting to you, feeling his warmth radiating off of his black zip-up. you also noticed how every time he believed you were immersed in your book, he pretended to look something up on his computer, when in reality he was checking himself out on his mac's photo booth lol. he eventually sees himself out to the bathroom with a poke on your arm

"im gonna go wiz, my password is 7dream incase you want to change the song y/n" he says with a soft smile.

"just say pee sung... weirdo" you mutter through a giggle as he walks away. he actually didn't have to pee he just had to relax because he was shaking so much, he was punching the air and shit trying to hype himself up pls

once he leaves, you decide to sneak a couple silly selfies on his phone, until a song you didn't recognize blasted through the earbuds

you wrinkled your nose and typed his password in, clicking on the spoitfy icon to rake through his playlist for something better. what you did not expect, was a very, very long playlist titled campus crush, with a picture... a picture of you, asleep in world literature. you remember this day. jisung seemed shyer than usual when you woke up. now you know why

you can't wait to tease him for it when he returns, pulling him in from his collar for a kiss when he gets close to check what page you're on //

IM BAACK LMAOOO omg i forgot how much i loved doing these. i'll try and finish this series soon but tbh its so hard! hope you all enjoy though. i always write so much for these gah i think this is my longest one yet, lmk what you think, reqs open!! this is not proofread lol

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gwilymz · 2 years

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with bated breath--steve harrington x afab!reader

Synopsis: Rumors fly after you attend Steve Harrington’s party one weekend in September. Thinking they were his doing, you do everything in your power to avoid him, which proves easier said than done.

Warnings/Notes: Both Steve and reader are 18; smut, unprotected sex, slow burn, angst, degradation, name calling, spit, oral (f receiving), p in v sex, confessing feelings, etc. etc.

Word Count: 7,250

A/N: this is my very first stranger things/steve harrington fic so i really hope you enjoy! i’ve poured my energy into this for awhile so im so excited she’s finally ready to share with the world :-)

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Friday, September 7, 1984

“I’m not gonna say you have to go,” Jennifer told you. Slinky blond curls framed her face, as swirls of an all-too-pink peony blush flushed her cheeks with false coloring. She pulled it off, though. Lashes coated in cakey mascara, dark brown, ‘cause black was too much. That was rule number one.

But, this was too much. Your first week at Hawkins was over; five days of classes, homework, begging for a companion–someone–and now you were somewhat there, at someone’s house. A powder blue suburban accolade, a white latticed sanctuary of conformity in suburban Indiana.

You didn’t really click in the way you had with your friends back home, but she would suffice. A filler friend, there for the time being. Jennifer back-combed her under-swept, feathery bangs, crunchy from the aerosol glue that held her appearance together like art drowned beneath a toxic pool of resin, a product stuck in place forever.

You rested your elbows on your knees, leaning forward on Jennifer’s bed. Frilly pink with white lace trim and tattered teddy bears with matted paws where her fingers dented the evenness of their cotton-candy insides. Mementos of a childhood suspended in time were juxtaposed with posters of movie stars in tight Levi’s, the corners faded and ripped from where the tape eroded at the glossy paper.

You were nervous to go to this party. You hadn’t really talked to anybody all week, opting instead to scribble in the margins of your homework, rushing home as the clock struck three to call your friends--the real ones. The ones who played hopscotch with you five days a week and re-etched the uneven blocks as soon as the August rain dried up and your perpetual canvas was anew.

Everyone in Hawkins was just–stuck, it seemed. They had their friends, their interests, an opaque black box marked in red, permanent ink with COMFORT ZONE. And it seemed like nobody had room for a new friend. Like the quotas had been met, exceeded.

You hummed in response to her statement. It had been a few minutes; she was now sponging a cool blue shimmer on her eyelids, pink and smooth, tinged with purple veiny tendrils, extending to the bottoms of her freshly plucked brows. You sort of wished you were her. Careless in the way that was cool, open, confident. She had seen you wandering on your first day at Hawkins, lunch tray in hands, tears poking the backs of your eyes like a pin prick bathed in flames.

“Are you okay?” She asked, smoothing her houndstooth skirt over her knees. “You don’t have to go, but I think it would be good, you know, to put yourself out there?”

You nodded, both as an agreement and as a yes. You were okay, you just predicted where the night would go. Pools of sweaty teenagers, clung to each other in loosely tied cohorts. You would try, weakly, to make a friend, enter a group and likely be met with tight-lipped smiles and answers that were long-winded but never quite got to the point.

“I’ll go,” You said. “I just don’t know what to expect.” You lied.

Jennifer shrugged, pulling a cable knit sweater over her torso. It wasn’t too cold outside, but a slight breeze whistled through the vents, and the early September air was just enough to nip at your shoulders. “I think that’s the fun of it.” She pulled her purse over her shoulder, motioning for you to follow behind her.

–

The walk to the party was short, but brisk. As cute as Jennifer’s kitten heels were, you were glad you had opted for tennis shoes. The uneven sidewalks of Hawkins were hard to walk on; tufts of dead grass and clovers tickled your ankles as you knocked on the door. The house was a behemoth, wrapped in veins of green vines, curling and climbing up exposed brick siding. There was a tall oak door and a clean trimmed lawn, peppered with a littering of beer cans and a stepping stone path of discarded shirts leading to the pool in the backyard.

That’s where the boy who answered the door led you to. Tight jeans in light wash and a salmon crew neck, crisp white collar tucked neatly underneath. His hair was floppy and long and chestnut brown, big and voluminous like the smile that creased his eyes and etched the divots by his mouth. He was charismatic already, with the only words you had heard teeter from the wet slope of his lower lip, a slurred, “Come out back.”

You listened; it was easy when the speckled saddle brown of his big eyes were swallowed by the entirety of his pupils, wild black orbs shielded by fluttery eyelashes and much-too-heavy eyelids. He held an empty beer bottle in his left hand, an unopened one in his right. Tossing the empty one over his shoulder into the plush chartreuse of the deadened grass beneath his tattered reeboks, he pulled a pack of cigarettes from his snug back pocket, a lighter from his front.

He stumbled forward, tripping over crumpled jeans; black and silver belts slithered along the ground like serpents.

“Fuck,” He rolled his thumb over the ridged raw metal of his lighter, white and chipped, its plastic sheath peeled from the body.

The cigarette bobbed between puckered lips, eyes deep, entranced. It seemed like most of the girls there were watching him, the concentration in his boyish eyebrows, darker than the hair on his head, still blonded from the edge of summer.

Maybe you were supposed to know who he was. Maybe it would be smarter if you didn’t.

The sun was setting; it was early for a party. Much too cold to wade in the pool, where soggy, wine colored leaves clustered in heaps at the corner, by the stairs where couples groped onto raisiny skin and kissed purpled lips.

There was no more room in the pool, and your legs were cold, arms freckled with goosebumps that climbed over your collarbones. You went inside, where it was much warmer, and nets of people leaned against the kitchen island. You found an unopened beer, warm. Pebbles of condensation made the counter slick as your elbow leaned on the marbled linoleum, scratched and greasy from the sea of fingertips overlapped upon each other.

You opened it, catching the fizz over your tongue. It soaked your cupid’s bow and tasted bad, yeasty. Spotting a free spot on the taut leather couch in the living room, you walked over there, fingers tight around the can.

“Hey, Tommy, keg is here. Help me–” The boy from earlier was walking backwards, hand carding through his hair, shoes untied. His legs were wobbling; he was clearly tipsy, and he ran into you. Amber liquid stained your shirt, deepening the navy blue of the fabric and the hue of your cheeks. Your jeans were soaked; even your shoelaces puffed up, swollen from being steeped in the stale beer.

“Fuck!” You shook your hands; acidic droplets of the cheap beer clung to your fingertips like icicles.

“Oh my god, I’m–so sorry.” He clasped his hands down on your shoulders, one ankle giving out as he rolled it, tripping over the tangle of shoelaces, the slippery wooden floor sheathed in alcohol and pool water.

And then he fell, slipping onto his knees. Patches of wetness stained his jeans; his crew neck was damp like the corners of his eyes, pretty and brown and oh so big. They looked like they were saying sorry in the softest of voices, like pleading hands. Like they always got whatever it is they wanted.

“I’m sorry,” He repeated. He was obviously drunk. Ringlets of hair framed his square jaw, tickling the edge of his bitten lips. “If it makes you,” He gulped. “Feel better, my clothes are kinda ruined too.” He giggled. “Can you help me up? I could–get you something new to borrow.”

You sighed, reaching your hand out. Everyone was staring; new girl and drunken popular pretty-boy in a spat. Who wouldn’t be. A few girls with shades of purple painted onto prissy lips were rubbing his shoulders like he was some sort of monarch. Frankly, it embarrassed you.

Ignoring the syrupy coos echoing off the shell of his reddened ears, he took your hand, standing back up.

“‘M okay!” He swigged the last of his beer, already empty. “I’m okay. The party goes on!”

And then, as if everyone else's conduct was dependent on the orchestration of his cordial permission, they resumed. Drinking, leaning into half-remembered kisses and tongues wrapped in seedy marijuana smoke.

He looked into your eyes and you sort of understood the single-file line of your peers begging for his attention, a quarter of a glance, the whisper of their name. He was easy to look at, easy to listen to.

“I can get you some,” He sighed, swallowing. “New clothes to borrow. ‘M sorry.”

You shook your head, peeling his sticky hand off the slope of your shoulder, sore from his pressure, dead and drunk. “It’s alright. Probably my cue to leave anyway.”

His shoulders sunk, eyes cartoonish with despondency, the reflection of the deep yellow lighting making them look wet–or maybe he was actually upset.

“Leaving already?” He pouted. “You just got here! Didn’t even catch your name.” He wrapped his arm around your shoulders, and you felt a daggering of black-lined eyes and knees dressed in flimsy pantyhose pointed at you.

“I’m Y/N.” You said. “And yours?”

You could tell he had never been asked that before. Like people came into his life as know-it-alls about himself, his past–-full to the brim with preconceived notions and curdled rumors, piggybacked off one another.

“I’m Steve. Steve Harrington.” His eyes were dopey and downturned, and you loved to look in them.

So this was Steve. You had heard about him at every pass through the hall, tangled on the tongue of every girl as they twirled their hair and puckered their lips in desperate hopes that he would notice for once. Finally.

But Steve seemed happy to have the chance to introduce himself to someone for once, hand outstretched and teeth a glittery white.

You could stay for a little longer.

“I guess I could stay. My shirt’s a little–”

“Wet?” He gestured to his own. “Yeah mine too.” He guided you to the stairs, hand over the small of your back; it felt hot, anxiety-inducing, but he was just hovering. An almost-touch felt scarier than the real thing. “But listen, I can let you borrow something. I gotta change anyway.”

You nodded, entranced by the depth of his eyes, how his mouth hung open, perpetually equipped with something else to say to you, so easily. He rolled his sleeves up; his forearms were strong, still tan from trips to the lake in late July.

His room was dark; the only visibility you had came from the backyard, the turquoise glint of chlorine and body heat catching the light of the waxing moon, hung crooked in the sky.

He stumbled turning his light on, closing the door but leaving it open, just a crack. He was getting drunker, freckle adorned skin the salmon of his crew neck, all from the beers well-settled in his system.

“I’m really sorry for that–I usually don’t really get too drunk at these things, but y’know,” He shrugged, pulling his collared shirt over his head. “God, it’s so hot in here.”

You quickly turned back around. “I’ll give you some privacy.”

“Oh–” Steve covered his chest, lightly hairy and moderately muscular. “‘M sorry. I didn’t even think.”

He threw on a flimsy grey t-shirt and kept his jeans on, bending down to rummage through his dresser. He was more organized than you expected of him; each drawer full of neatly folded polos, old hoodies with peach, bleach stains dotted on the wrists. Heaps of nice Levi’s,--a tie die of navy and cobalt-- filled the drawer by his foot.

“You can pick, like, any of these. And feel free to change in the bathroom.” You expected him to tend to his party downstairs, the groupies flocked at the landing of the wooden stairs, chestnut like the belt Steve was unbuckling, throwing on his bed, taut with plaid sheets. But he just turned around, flopping forward onto his comforter, giggling with the same cadence of the innocent little boy he once was. “Just gonna lay here.”

You picked a loose red crew neck embroidered in cream with Indiana, in thick blocky letters, and changed quickly. Steve’s face was buried in his pillows, his hands shoved over closed eyes as an extra promise to you. I won’t look.

His breathing was jagged, and you would have thought he was asleep if not for his feet kicking at his loosened shoes, trying to pry them off.

You grabbed his ankle, pulling them off for him.

“Thanks, Y/N.” He said, voice muffled by drool-coated pillow cases.

“Are you alright?”

Steve had turned around; he was lying on his back, eyes still screwed shut, straining. His lips were chapped from the cold outside, the constant moisture of a new beer. “‘M fine.” He held his stomach, eyebrows arching. “On second thought,”

He shot up, dizzied, as he ran to the bathroom connected to his room, hunched in two.

“Are you gonna-”

Steve threw up, hands tight against the peach-colored porcelain. His shirt was soaked in a film of sweat.

“It’s so hot in here,” Steve grumbled.

You weren’t sure what to do. Still hunched over the toilet, he unbuttoned his jeans.

“Is it ‘kay if I take these off. Underwear stays on, obviously. ‘M so sweaty.”

You nodded, before realizing he couldn’t see you. “Yeah, Steve, that’s fine. But hey, if you want me to go–”

He shook his head, body lurching forward as he vomited again. “No,” His voice was high-pitched, nervous sounding, different from the saccharine self-assurance he usually wore proudly. “Stay, please. Don’t feel good.”

You kneeled down, rubbing his back gingerly, smoothing his hair down. It smelled like lavender, like Jennifer’s hairspray, like fleeing adolescence and the simultaneous desire to hold onto eighteen forever.

“Alright.” You whispered. “Are you done?”

He shook his head. “Think there’s one more–” He was right.

“Do you want some water?”

Steve sat up, leaning against the sink, head tilted back. His adam’s apple bobbed with discomfort and the citrusy tang of acidic residue. “Yes, please. Sorry again.”

You shrugged, plucking the empty glass toppled on his bedside table. “No need to apologize. It’s all okay.” Bringing the glass to the sink, you filled it with cold water and sat down next to Steve, who drank it quickly. Some water dribbled down his chin; you tried not to look at his grey briefs, thin and tight around his thighs.

“Thank you so much,” He sat the glass down on the linoleum, blinking up at you as he laid down on the cold floor, his hair fanned out behind him. Freckles lined the tuft of hair on his chest, dewy with a sheen of sweat. “This isn’t typical for me, just so you know.”

You raised your eyebrows, lips tugged between your teeth. “Alright, Steve.”

“What?!” He sat up, resting on his elbows. The wooden cabinets slammed against the expanse of his back. “It isn’t. Just drank too much this time around.”

“Looks like this isn’t the first party you’ve thrown.” You could hear the subtle bass of Tainted Love, sharp splashes of water, the pattering of wet feet on cold cement.

“You’d be correct.” He turned towards you, eyes flitting over your lips, almost quick enough for you not to notice. Almost. “Hosting is hard work,” He clutched his chest, sliding his jeans over his lower half, covering himself.

You turned away, laughing. “Seems tiring. Wher’re your parents anyway?”

Steve parroted your laugh; his was louder. “Who fuckin’ knows.”

You sat there for some time, wrapped in a cocoon of comfortable silence. Eventually, your head had migrated to Steve’s shoulder, strong and warm and unwilling to move once your hair feathered against his cheek. He vowed not to move; his shoulders were cramped and the bite of dormant nausea ate at the pit of his stomach, but you looked peaceful, comfortable. And really, really pretty.

–

You woke up before him; the sallow light of the bathroom was still on and Steve was toppled over, you tucked under his bicep, strong, dotted with a stippling of moles. His upper arms were paler than the rest of him. Somehow, one of his socks was stripped off, slunk on the rug by the running toilet.

He held you tight; your arm had fallen asleep, but you could still feel the warmth emanating from his chest, hugged by heather grey cotton. Drool puddled by his mouth, hung slightly ajar like the door itself.

“Steve,” You shook him lightly, and he moaned, turning slightly. He had granted freedom to your arm, and you slipped out from his own. “Steeeve.” You singsonged.

He shot up, cheek etched with the imprint of woven tendrils matching the shag rug under his head. One side of his hair was matted, the other making up for the sudden lack of volume.

“Oh fuck,” He wiped his eyes. “What time is it?” He checked his watch, eyes squinted. It was nearing five in the morning; beyond the bay window by Steve’s bed was just obscurity, and the obnoxious silence of a party evaporated.

“Is everyone gone?” You mirrored his movements, standing up to look at your reflection.

“Hope so,” Steve ran a hand through his hair, a taste of trepidation in his tone. “I hope I didn’t ruin your night last night.” He tucked his knees into his chest.

You looked down, meeting his eyes. “No, no. You didn’t. There was quite literally nothing happening. If anything, you made it more interesting.”

“Embarrassed you had to take care of me–not that you had to. But I appreciated it, you know.”

Steve stood up, going back to his room to search for some sweatpants; he had forgotten he had taken his jeans off.

“No worries at all,” You didn’t know what to say. It was hard to think–to focus–with him there, like that. Illuminated by the moon and the artificiality of the outdoor lights refracting off of the stillness of the pool.

“I can take you home, if you need a ride. I’m obviously sober now.” He offered. His toothbrush hung from his mouth. “Just need to get the nasty taste out of my mouth first.”

“What about the mess?” You looked out the window. The glass back door was wide open; discarded cans and soggy potato chips swam in polluted pool water. Everybody was long gone, but the evidence of their stay was symbolized by the parts of them they discarded for Steve to pick up.

“Oh, that?” He spat in the sink, rinsing his mouth out with cold water. “I’ll clean it up. I got ‘til tomorrow night.”

You felt bad. He had this sullen look about him, like he was mad at himself, at his loneliness, at the fact that he needed some sort of offering for people to stay with him, even if just for one night. A pleading with his classmates that saw him as nothing more than crinkled eyes and a forced joke. A party, booze bought with his dad’s credit card. Steve was handsome, and he had money and status–but stripped down, he was a performance piece for their laughter and ogling and obsession, ankles stuck on the top rung of a social hierarchy he didn’t create. He just perpetuated it, needed to be on top of it–or else his loneliness would tear at his skin and gnaw at him to the bone and leave him where he was now, with a pretty girl wanting to go home and a cold, empty house, the door wide open but no one daring to step foot inside, left alone with all the parts that nobody wanted.

You offered to help him, but he shook his head vehemently, lighting a cigarette and flashing a pseudo-smile, gummy and white.

“C’mon.” He opened his bedroom door; it was much colder in the hallway. A torn piece of notebook paper fell from in between the door and the frame, bleeding through with red ink.

Week 1 and already a whore?

Steve plucked the unlit cigarette from his mouth.

“What’s that?” You asked.

Steve crumpled it up, tossing it across the hallway, toward his parents’ room, the door shut like it always had been.

“Nothing, just people trashing the place.” His voice was hollow.

Steve took you home and didn’t say a word about his sweatshirt still snug on your body. He sort of thought it belonged there, with you. And you both said goodbye awkwardly, with bitten-lipped smiles and a listless wave goodbye, maybe so neither of you seemed so enthusiastic.

And maybe Steve was jumping out of his skin when the door shut behind you, when he was alone with his thoughts and the pang of an empty stomach. For the first time, a girl hadn’t pulled at his collar and adorned him with a cherry-red kiss on the corner of his mouth, crossing her fingers he would reel over it on repeat until his fingers were dialing her number by memory.

He hadn’t even gotten your number.

–

Monday, September 10, 1984

Going to school on Monday felt good, comfortable. Nothing had changed between the weekend and now, except for your pulsating, headache of a crush on Steve. How his voice had crept into your skull like a parasite, a slithering tapeworm indoctrinating you with cyclical thoughts of those lips, the tautness of his bicep. Handsome and wrapped tightly in blue stripes and menthol smoke. He sat in his BMW, eyes on you like yours were on him. He wondered if you knew yet.

School was a flock of pigeons, searching for scraps, discarded and unwanted–and you were right there. At your locker, where the rounded page of a composition notebook was pasted to the door, anointed with SLUT and a sad face, a makeshift pity. You tore it down, but it was four-and-a-half minutes to first period, and the careening ears of your tight-lipped peers made it clear they had already seen it. Heard all about it.

What it was, you didn’t know.

Jennifer scoffed at your desperation for communication, her bubble gum a stale, dirty pink against the red of her tongue.

She leaned against your locker, uncrumpling the paper clutched in your hand.

“Week two and your reputation seems to be set on easy. I’m sure Harrington appreciates the new notch on his belt.” Jennifer threw the paper away, not that it fixed anything. Floating down on the dirt-caked linoleum, speckled in the pastels of putty chewing gum, it was stomped on, pressed into the ground, a truth, symbolic of those words that preceded you.

Y/N Y/L/N: easy, whore, slut.

You were livid because you trusted Steve. Multiplied tenfold because you liked him. And now he was leaned against exposed brick, the brooding yet exceedingly impossible-to-hate protagonist of a John Hughes film. Girls flocked to him like lint, hard to pluck off but so easy to see, so bothersome. And the coyness of his smile pissed you off, how he entertained them, teasing them from beneath a bomber jacket, behind brand-new Ray Bans and slicked back hair and cheap fabrications, made at your expense.

Steve looked at you, though, through the fog of a September morning and the lens of longing for something that wasn’t so easy to grasp for once.

But you slammed your locker shut and faced first period without care for the whispers that stung like darts on your back. You only had to survive one more year, and maybe making friends wasn’t even worth it, with college applications peeking over the cloudless horizon.

You slumped in your seat; an ugly tan desk tethered to plastic blue, a chair etched with profanities: cunt, slut, bitch. Hearts and arrows and initials crossed out, replaced with suitable successors, forgotten, but still there.

A note flopped on your desk; you pushed it off, not wanting any more insults. You’d almost rather they be flung at you through words and venomous spit than the permanency of pen ink and exclamation marks. But it was Steve, playing footsie with you from behind you, his handwriting boyish and scrawled in lead.

It wasn’t me.

Three words that meant nothing. Where was the context?

You pulled the cap off your pen with your teeth, watching to make sure Mister Anderson wasn’t looking, but the desperate, dry scratch of chalk confirmed your suspicions. He wasn’t

Then why do you look so guilty?

You dropped the note back on Steve’s desk; he audibly sighed. You had never heard an eye-roll so clearly.

He stood up, chair screeching, muttering a half-assed ‘I don’t feel good’ and slamming the classroom door. The note had found itself back in your hands.

Boys bathroom. The one by Mrs. Ringer’s room.

He couldn’t be serious. Maybe you were easy; you excused yourself not a minute later.

The bathroom he was in was as empty as it was dirty, and soiled paper towels made a makeshift rug on cobalt blue tiles, caked in muck.

“Are you fucking crazy, Steve?”

Steve held a finger to his lips. “Quiet. Sound travels.”

You rolled your eyes, leaning against the door.

“This bathroom has a lock. That’s why I chose it. Nobody else is here.”

You scoffed. “Yeah, because we need more people making assumptions.”

“You chose to come in here.” Steve deadpanned, watching you twist the hair tie on your wrist.

“Don’t have much to lose, now, do I?”

He laced the room with unease and a rotten, oozing tension that felt sticky around you. Overgrown and teetering on parasitic, even though it was not even three days old.

“I just wanted you to know that,” He said, quietly. “--that I didn’t say those things.”

His sleeves were bunched up, wrists freckled and strong and twined with fine, little hairs as he leaned against the door you found yourself at.

“I’m supposed to believe that? That–I’m not just some joke to you? A way to show how your game is so slick you could even fuck a girl within fifteen minutes of getting her name?” You whispered the second part.

Steve’s eyes read your lips like a book, rereading the same line over and over and over because he didn’t quite catch it the first time. And paying attention was hard. Oh, so hard when you could smell the cherry wood musk of his cologne and the sharp cut of aftershave tickling your nose.

“I’m assuming they think what they do because we went upstairs together.” He straightened his collar, and the wind of spearmint toothpaste and menthol cigarettes on his breath was gone.

“Nothing happened.”

“I know that. I’m not sure what you want me to do–I–I can tell them that it didn’t happen, but I don’t think they’d believe–”

“Why do you care so much? Shouldn’t you be out there, off the bench, courting some other girl you find pathetic?”

Steve scoffed. “I care because I don’t want you to hate me. And I don’t fucking find you pathetic. Now you’re just putting words in my mouth.”

You watched his. The pout of warm pink, the peppering of stubble you could only see if you were allowed so close to him. King Steve. What a stupid fucking nickname. Self-indulgent. Cocky.

You didn’t hate him, but you felt like you should just wave the white flag and join the club of sad, little girls who were once Steve’s little plaything, but who now have vaporized from the glossary of names in his dynamic tour de force of a short-term memory.

“I don’t hate you,” You looked away from him; he refused to.

“Could’ve fooled me.” His smile was evil, impossible to say no to. So you left before he could ask.

Wednesday, September 12, 1984

Avoiding Steve was hard, as hard as he was to miss. Hair adding at least four inches to his height, the static buzzing that followed him like a swarm. He had tried to communicate through kicks under your desk in first period. And then fourth, and then fifth. Whispers in your ear at lunch, offering you a ride the second school let out, with a fat pout and eyes that had a physical reaction to the word no.

But today he drove by you, slamming on the brakes and shutting the radio off with a determination that was new.

“Just let me talk to you!” He pleaded, eyebrows straight across with worry. “I can take you home.”

You shook your head, continuing to walk as Steve’s BMW trailed next to you, so warm and enticing and his.

“I can walk. It’s not too far.”

“It’s about to rain!” He gestured at the sky, at the belly of a fat cloud.

“I said no.”

“What if I told you I know who started the rumor?”

You stopped at the outskirts of school property, stuck between freedom and those dopey brown eyes.

“Knew that would get your attention.”

You tugged your lip between your teeth, leaning into Steve’s window. He kept eye contact with you, firm and unwavering–even though your shirt hung so loosely around the swell of your chest.

“Okay, so tell me.”

“Get in the car and I will.”

“I’ll get in the car if you tell me.”

Steve rolled his sleeves up, checking the subtle click of his wristwatch. “Got places to be.”

He was flirting, shamelessly. Coconut lip balm sheathed on that mouth and chewing gum lazy on his tongue like your name.

“Then you’d better get there, Stevie.” You batted your eyelashes and Steve hit his head against his headrest before leaning over to unlock the door.

“Just–get in.”

You faked a pout. “Pretty boy can’t stand being denied.”

“You don’t wanna know? S’fine by me.” And he drove away, but not without a few glances in the rearview mirror, one, two, three.

Friday, September 14, 1984

One week of invisibility and a big fat target on your back and Steve’s relentlessness was almost over. Almost.

Lunch was the worst; an amalgamation of every type of peer with one glaringly clear common ground: a distinct unwillingness to come close to you. A select few’s distaste metastasizing and ballooning until you were left by your lonesome, swirling peas around a spoon and jumping out of your seat when Steve Harrington sat next to you, chair squeaking, jeans tight around his hips.

“Shouldn’t you be avoiding me?” You deadpanned, opting not to look at him.

Steve scooted even closer to you, whispering in your ear. “Let them look.”

“You’re not the one being called a whore and a slut and easy.”

“If you’re easy, I’m easy.” He took a bite of a turkey sandwich, stray lettuce flaccid around the edge. “Plus, you never even heard who started it.”

You looked at him quizzically. His hair was messier; he hadn’t shaved in a few days.

“The rumor. It was Jennifer.”

You plastered on an insincere smile. “Yeah, no shit.”

“You knew?” Steve tilted his bag of Lays toward you. “Eat some.”

You felt the sting of eyes on your back, saw the heartbreak on the pouted strawberry lips of girls Steve would never give the time of day.

“She’s obsessed with you. Kind of been pining over you since freshman year, as she told me. Makes sense why she’s a little butt hurt about me seeing your room so soon, you know? When we fucked?”

Steve choked on his water, spewing it over the speckled ivory of the table. “I talked to her for, like, three days. Boring as fucking rocks.” He ignored the latter part of your statement.

“Oh, and I’m more interesting? Because you can fix me?”

Steve crumpled his napkin and tossed it on your tray, scooting back on the metal legs of his chair.

He leaned in. “No, because I actually have a crush on you.”

–

You walked to Steve’s house by memory that night with a monologue in your head and his crew neck tucked under your arm.

Words that all fell dead and dormant on your tongue as you rapped on his door. He had mentioned in passing his parents would be gone again, and you half expected a party and pretty girls hung on his hip. But the house was unrelenting in its silence, and you could see Steve’s light was on, his car idle in the driveway, pebbled with the rain you hadn’t noticed until now.

And then it was pouring, and Steve opened the door in running shorts and his basketball t-shirt, and the scowl on his face lifted into a smile of surprise.

“Y/N. Wanna come in?” He left a space for you to enter; your head shook involuntarily. “It’s fucking pouring, please--just come in.”

“I’m just returning this.” You held out his crew neck, splotchy and darkened from rain.

“Okay, well, if you’re just gonna go back home, let me drive you.” He plunged his hands in his pockets; his shorts were exceptionally small. “Sorry, I had to throw something on.”

The rain was soaking your hair into a tangled mess, and beads of water fell from the slope of your nose. But Steve looked at you with a boyish longing, defeat, a curiosity of why he suddenly wasn’t good enough.

“Will you just come in?” He flung the door open all the way and then stepped outside, the rain pouring over his half-matted hair, making the thin white cotton of his shirt cling to the contours of his torso, the tense expanse of his back.

“Steve, just go back inside.”

Steve crossed his arms over his chest. “If you’re gonna leave, just leave! You’re standing here in the fucking rain, acting so intent on going, but here you fucking are!”

“You’re in the rain too!”

“I know, and I’m freezing my ass off, and I know you are too, and my house is right there, but apparently I’m so miserable to be around that this–” he gestured to himself. “Is preferable.” His arms slung down, heavy from defeat, the pattering of sideways showers against his ear.

“I have a crush on you, too.” You admitted. Your voice was small, and Steve would not have caught it if he wasn’t reading the shape of your lips with such distinct fervor.

Steve trapped you against the door frame, his hands cradling your head as he kissed you. His lips were freezing, but the inside of his mouth, the curling of his tongue against yours was oh so warm, inviting. Your fingers tangled in his hair and you pulled him closer; your noses slid against each other as he moaned into you, one of his hands trailing down to your waist. He tasted sweet, like a honey cough drop and the longing he held in his mouth like a breath mint, flipping it over and over like a wish. She wants me, she wants me not.

He was manly enough to hold your hips and guide you inside, but still boyish in the way his cheeks flushed and eyelashes tickled against your cheek as he used you to slam the door behind your back.

Everything was squeaky; pants echoed from high ceilings, off the wooden floors of the open foyer, sterile, empty, all for you. Steve squeezed your ass, one of his hands coming up to pull on your hair, enough to gain access to your throat, where he left open-mouthed kisses.

“You’ve fuckin’ played hard to get enough.” He said, in a low voice.”Definitely not easy.”

You whimpered, yanking on the hem of his wet shirt, stuck to him like papier-mâché. He pulled it off, and you admired him in the momentary glow of the lightning nearby, punctuating like an exclamation mark the smoothness of his bicep as he wrapped his arms around you. His kisses were possessive and fluttered against your pulse point as he dropped to his knees in front of you.

He unbuttoned your jeans, eyes flitted upwards for your approval, peeling them from your legs. You nodded so quickly, you got dizzy. Your knees buckled as Steve kissed your navel, the pads of his fingers dragging across the hem of your panties assuredly. He cupped your cunt and his thumb rubbed over your clit in slow circles before the cotton was pushed aside and Steve was groaning against your mound, eyes huge with wonder and lust–the same drunkenness he was adorned with the night you met.

His fingers slid over your slit, and he reveled in your wetness like it was a prize; it was. He dug his fingers into the globes of your ass as he buried his face into your pussy, nose resting over your clit as he licked and sucked and spat–and you clutched onto his wrists behind you, desperate for purchase as he devoured you.

“I fucking need you,” He said. You could see his bulge growing from beneath forest green polyester.

He pushed a finger inside your cunt, and you gasped, knees giving out. Steve was messy, all over the place, wanting to do everything and be everywhere at once. But he caught you as you fell, laying you down against the oriental rug that cost more than all of his birthday presents combined–and he spat on your clit. Pulling moans and expletives from the back of your throat like the remnants of a cold that Steve was more than willing to share with you.

He rubbed globs of his spit over your cunt and ogled at how you clenched for him, how pliable you were with his middle finger knuckle deep in your hole.

“So tight.” He rubbed at your clit with his thumb as he fucked his finger into you, moving up to kiss you again. You pulled him into you, and he laughed against your neck. “I’m worried I won’t fit.”

You huffed as his spit and your arousal coated your tongue, his cock twitching against your center. “Stop teasing me.”

Steve grabbed your jaw, squeezing your cheeks. “All you’ve done is tease me.”

You untangled your fingers from the dampness of his hair, cupping his cock through his shorts; you could tell he was wearing nothing underneath. His kisses got less calculated and sloppier as you palmed him, soft mewls and whimpers, voiceless begs permeating the air like sticky humidity.

“Cocky are we? Saying you won’t fit.”

He pulled away, a string of saliva a temporary tightrope between your mouths. “Might not.” He smiled innocently.

You untied his shorts and spit in your palm, stroking his length and thumbing his thick, mushroom head as he sprang free. Holy shit.

“God, Steve.” You admired his cock, veiny and thick and his. “Your cock is so big.” You relished in how he twitched at your words.

He all but growled, rocking his hips to fuck your fist, mouth hung open as he hovered over your half-naked body.

“Please–take your shirt off.” Your nipples peaked through the sopping material, but he wanted more. Wanted them in his mouth.

You obliged, and he sucked on your nipples with hollowed cheeks, drooling around the buds. It was filthy and wet in more ways than one, touching each other like this, raw on the Harringtons’ ruined rug. No time to go to Steve’s room or ask sweetly for a kiss with bated breath and crossed fingers.

The need for each other was palpable, and Steve’s hips jerked, his mouth falling open against yours, drooling over your bottom lip.

“I wanna fuck you.” He grabbed your jaw and pressed your foreheads together as he lined himself up with your soaked cunt, teasing your entrance with the thick head of his cock.

“Please–” You nodded, and Steve pushed in, slowly, agonizingly slowly, yet all at once simultaneously. He stretched you, and you were his, at least for now. Completely at his mercy, legs shaking with the torment of pain and pleasure, teetering on top of each other like a jenga tower, crumbling to the ground.

He fucked into you with faster strokes, falling to rest on his elbows as he hiked your legs around his waist. Cradling you like a porcelain doll, fucking you like the whore they all thought you were.

“God–you feel so fucking good.” His head fell forward and he felt weak, unable to handle the feeling of your lips against his neck, your bodies overlapping, a jigsaw puzzle of limbs and neediness.

All your breaths filled his lungs, and his filled yours, a terrarium of the lust settled in your throat, your stomachs, your limbs that felt one another with certainty, as if this had all happened before, as if you were fitted just for each other’s pleasure.

Steve’s thrusts were languid as he held your face, shakily planting kisses in your mouth and licking and biting your bottom lip.

“I can’t– believe,” Steve moaned, nibbling your ear. He grabbed your jaw and forced your head to face him. “That you thought I started the rumor.”

Your back arched as he punctuated his sentence by pulling out just to slam into you again--and he took that as a sign to fuck you harder.

“Fuck Steve–” Your heels dug into his lower back, sheathed in sweat.

His thumb pulled on your bottom lip. “Maybe they’re true.” His voice was breathy as you opened your mouth for him, allowing a string of spit to fall on your tongue. “Maybe you’re my little slut.”

Your moans grew more desperate at his words, at how he was in complete control over your body, your pleasure, your feelings.

Steve was testing the waters, seeing how much you wanted him--if it could even compare to how he writhed for you. He swore could have come just from kissing you, from the smell of your shampoo, triggered by the rain.

“‘M all yours, Steve.” Your kiss was wet as you claimed him with the thrash of your tongue against him, twisting and braiding you together as Steve felt himself finishing at your words.

He pulled out quickly, painting your navel and chest in thick ropes of his cum, his head thrown back. Your name an avalanche tumbling through his teeth.

“Fuck, Y/N–” He regained his composure as you lost yours, the pumping of his fingers in your soaking cunt enough for you to finish, hands grasping at Steve’s strong wrist as it flexed from his movements.

“Steve–” You sat up on your elbows as he rested on your chest, relaxed by the proximity of your heartbeat.

“Mhm?” He nuzzled into your neck. Groggily, he said: “I don’t think you’re a slut, like, actually–”

“Yeah, I know.” Your laugh vibrated his head. “I just wondered if you actually wanted me to, you know?”

“Be mine?” Steve opened his eyes, mouth agape as he blinked at you. “Well, that I do actually want.”

“I do too.”

“Are you just saying that because I made you cum?”

“No, Steve.”

“I have to tell you something, just to start things off on the right foot, though.”

You craned your neck down to look at him; the fanning of his breath was warm, and you liked the patterns of freckles that cascaded down the length of his neck and his Adams apple when he swallowed with anticipation, his eyelashes kissing your shoulder.

“Yeah?” You asked.

“I spilled my drink on you at my party on purpose.”

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Secretly Yours

belated happy lia day everyone!! now this is coming out later than i'd have liked it to because i once again, took a lazy nap HAHAH im vv sorry but i hope you all still enjoy oblivious lia, very very oblivious lia highschool au choi lia x reader disclaimer/s : nothing much, a bit of cursing but other than that not much happened

Since she was young, Lia was never the center of anyone's attention. As the eldest, the attention was always on her younger brother and she was the kind of person you never took a second look at.

At least that's what she drilled into her head.

It got to a point that she simply downplayed any achievement or live milestone. Sadly, that included birthdays. That is until she reached middle school...when you entered the picture.

You had known Lia for years, having the same classes, riding the same bus home, and you had thought she was the most beautiful person in the world. The mere sight of her had your palms sweating and heart hammering against your chest.

What you felt for Lia was something you'd never felt.

So you pumped yourself up and built up the courage to put the letter you'd written for her in her locker, in very middle school fashion. Each time you tried though, you were nearly caught or it didn't feel like the right time.

Then you got lucky.

"Okay, N/n. You've got this, nothing to worry about." You mutter to yourself as you turn the corner with your note in hand. Your breath had run ragged as you began to panic. As you approached her locker, to your surprise the hallway was empty. You grin to yourself and jog over to the metal box, slipping the paper through the slits.

You smile to yourself proud of yourself for finally allowing yourself the chance to be happy. As you turned, you almost jumped out of your skin to see Lia walking around the corner, even worse, she met your eye. She smiles brightly, and speeds up.

Your brain stops working, trying to piece together an excuse. It seems like she moved at lightning speeds as she stood before you before you could even blink. "Hi there Y/n. Did you need something?" Her voice kind and delicate, it made your heart beat impossibly faster in your chest.

You sputter softly, thoughts still not forming completely, but ever patient, Lia only smiled and placed a hand on your arm gently. Your nerves calm and you eye the book in her hand quickly, biology, you didn't share that subject that term. "I...uh...heard you were doing well in Bio, I just wanted to ask for some help." You say nervously while scratching the back of your head.

She nods quickly, "I'd love to help, let me just get my notes from my locker—"

"No!" You blurt out suddenly, before cupping your hand in front of your mouth, stunning the poor girl. "I mean...We can do without notes for now, I suppose." You reason, feeling the blush crawl up your face from such an outburst.

Lia surprises you back by merely giggling. "Alright, come on then. I know a place that can accommodate the two of us." You nervously look back at her locker then back to her as she opened the book in her hands, asking you what part of the lesson confused you.

"...I understand if it's this, the concepts are rather complicated." She rambled until you laughed softly. Dread was written all over her face when you bumped her shoulder against yours playfully. "You're adorable, Lia." You compliment quickly, catching her off guard and you immediately catch yourself before you can make a bigger fool of yourself.

You point down to the book contents, "It was this one. I wasn't in class when it was discussed." You explain, as Lia reads the topic title and flipped through the page. She took mental notes on what she wanted to discuss to you.

As you both entered the quaint café, as per Lia's recommendation, you immediately eyed one of the cake slices in the window of the chiller by the register. "I'll pay, it's the least I can do for your help." You offer with a small smile. The shorter girl didn't bother arguing, she knew from stories that you were rather headstrong, and nodded before taking a seat around the back of the shop.

A little while later, you return and she immediately begins lecturing you on the topic. You knew the topic fairly well but there were things that she pointed out that you were simply unaware of, only furthering your admiration of the girl.

Just as she is about to finish her spiel, a cake slice slides onto the table in a smooth motion as the waitress walks away quickly to attend to another family. Lia looks at the cake rather surprised and you can't help but smile at her, ducking your head back down into your textbook, "Happy birthday."

Thus began a long winded friendship and a tradition. You two would sit at the same café on her birthday and share a slice of cake while her family forgot about her, trapped in their own endeavours. But in the span of five years, you'd never missed it once.

You were her rock as she was yours, she shared everything with you.

As such, Lia told you about the letter from her secret admirer the very next day. Blissfully oblivious to the fact that you slipped her that note. You never broke it to her though, it would be selfish of you to ruin her happiness for the opportunity for her to go out with you.

And that's when you're personal tradition started. The letters.

You get to Lia's locker quickly, right before students were dismissed for the day. Cautiously, you slip the light green envelope into her locker, shocked when you hear a loud slam beside you. Standing beside you was your closest friend aside from Lia.

"Boo." They teased as you clutched your chest and rolled your eyes as you slipped in the note as you did every year. You sling your bag back onto your shoulders and position yourself naturally as you hear doors open and footsteps begin to patter across the cheap linoleum.

"You think that she'll figure it out this—Ah fucker!" Your friend grunts as you elbow their side, as Lia speeds around the corner. You open your one arm up to Lia. She excitedly tumbles into your side and you can't help the airy laughter from slipping from your lips. Immediately, you slip your other arm around her waist and hoist her up into the air. "Happy birthday, princess Lia!"

The shorter girl giggles and kicks the air, squealing for you to put her down. Your other friend waves casually with a half-smile. "Happy birthday."

She nods her head gratefully as she jumped out of your arm, her hand still firmly planted in your shoulder as she opens the worn out metal frame. The letter you'd just placed flowing carefully onto the ground. Her eyes light up as your friend's narrow onto you.

"Thank you guys. And you..." She pokes your cheek lovingly before motioning for you to follow her once she'd shut her locker. You chuckled and saluted to your other friends to which they flashed you a teasing kissy face. You rolled your eyes and wrapped your arm around your best friend.

"Now what's all the secrecy about, Lia..." You asked rhetorically, you knew why she dragged you all the way here.

It was tradition after all.

She quickly and rather dramatically pulled out the familiar note out, proudly flashing it to you. You smile and gingerly pluck the envelope and pretend to open it. "I'm sure it's the usual spiel about how amazing you are." You point to your chest while lifting the letter higher than she can reach normally, "I could have told you all of that if I'm being honest." Lia is quick to jumping to retrieve the letter from your loose grip.

"It's our senior year, you'd think whoever this is would grow a pair and tell me in real life this time..." She pouts before trailing her finger along the edge of the paper, staring at the stationary longingly. You bite back an argument you would have used to defend yourself. You breath a subtle sigh, "Well? Open up, birthday girl." You usher her gently.

Lia looks up at you excitedly and smiles before breaking the wax seal on the envelope. She pulls out the paper and her eyes scan the paper, the smile on her lips grows until her eyes had completely formed crescents while she coos in between. She flushes pink and bites her lip as she continues reading.

You watch her reactions as she read the letter you'd rewritten over and over for the past week, in spite of the harsh teasing of your other friends. It was well worth it. By the time Lia is done reading, your still staring at her affectionately and she gently shoves you, beaming up at you.

"They've done it again." Lia announced while handing you the letter. You take the paper from her hand and lifted your brows, feigning shock and awe. You fan your face with the scented letter, trying to hide the flush on your face from the rather embarrassing admissions you'd written down. "They truly know how to pull on the heartstrings, eh?"

You push off the wall you leaned on, plucking her back off from her. "Come on birthday girl, we have to beat those kids and their parents to the good cakes." You snicker to yourself but when you don't hear the usual scolding or suppressed giggle from Lia, you turn to see her looking down at the letter intently. You tilt your head to the side. "What's up, princess Lia?"

Her head shoots up and she bolts towards you, your heart pounds uncontrollably as you find her right in your face, the smile on her face forming the crescent moon eyes that you simply adored. "N/n, I want to find them." Your eyes bulge out and you quickly mask fear and shock on your face with curiosity. "It's the last year they'll be able to write to me this way and I don't want to loose the chance of meeting them."

Guilt chips at you while she stares up at you with so much enthusiasm and hope. You chuckle nervously and retort, "You wouldn't want to just announce on the P.A system, 'to Choi Lia's secret admirer, please come to the front of the building'?"

Lia whines softly taking your hands in hers, pulling them up to her chest as the jutted out her lower lip and began to plead, "N/nnnn..." As she begged, you cursed yourself and your inability to deny Lia anything and sighed while lowering your head. "Fine, but only because it's your birthday."

She jumped up and down happily, unable to contain the ecstatic feeling building inside her. "Thank you, N/n! I love you so much!" She cries out and you can't help but laugh at her enthusiasm. You compose yourself place a hand atop her head tenderly as it mindlessly trailed down to her cheek, the contact lingering longer than you'd intended, your thumb brushing her cheekbone gently.

Lia beams up at you before pulling you out of the school, her arms wrapping around yours while you carried her bag on your other shoulder.

The shorter girl drags you to her house, her parents nor her brother were anywhere to be found, but she had grown used to it. She didn't really mind either. After all, she had you.

Lia disappears briefly but soon reappears where she presents each letter you'd written, in pristine condition, to her on the living room table. There was a clear writing style and pattern, she just needed to match it with the way other people spoke to her. And she was deadset on finding who this mystery person was.

Then there was you, casually reading through the letters you'd written again. You couldn't help but cringe at the idea of everything you'd written from years ago.

'...There is just somethin g in the way you smile, the way you speak, the way you treat others with such kindness and grace, even when they've treated you like nothing. I've never quite seen anyone willingly do so with no—'

A loud groan pulls you away from the terribly written letter from eighth grade. You raise your head and see Lia frustratedly reading from another piece of paper, her hand messily weaved into her brown locks. You reach over and take her hand from her hair, offering her a warm smile.

Lia looked over at you and her creased brows smoothed out as she looked at you. There was always a calming effect that you held over her and she was forever grateful for it. "Hey, it's going to be fine alright? This person isn't some genius. We'll figure it out, you're highly intelligent, Lia. Nobody matches your wit." You compliment softly.

She smiles and nods slowly, briefly leaning on your shoulder. "I'm sorry for dragging you into this..." She mutters softly before you pull her hand to your lips, pressing them to her knuckle gently. "Let's just get this person alright? Then we can get cake." You joke making Lia smile against your shoulder before nodding and sighing deeply, returning to the letter she was reading previously.

"This person is really elusive if we can't find them." Lia jokes but the change of your tone from your usual playful demeanor to a more defensive one as you respond makes her ears perk up. "I wouldn't say elusive, maybe you're just not seeing the simplicity of things."

"Sometimes a person is just too close to the situation to figure it out..." You mutter quietly while Lia looks up from scrolling through her contacts, she pauses. Finger lingering over your name on her phone. Her mind lags for a moment, thinking over the subtle things you'd say about her secret admirer, the odd way you and your other friends would talk around her birthday, and the way you went above and beyond for her...further than any friend would.

You finally notice her silence as you re-read the different notes you'd written over the years, going through your own memory lane, when you push her shoulder gently. Lia's eyes meet yours and there's a sense of clarity in them, one that you couldn't help but find adorable. Your lips quirk up into a smile as you tilt your head to the side curiously.

"What is it princess Lia?" You ask affectionately, teasingly getting closer. Your nickname for her...it was often hinted at in the letters to her, 'treated like royalty' or 'the cutest princess to walk the halls.' Your smile fades when she doesn't speak for longer than you'd liked. You adjust yourself to face her better, voice soft and gentle, "Hey, what's wrong?"

Then it finally clicks.

Lia stares at you, a small smile of disbelief growing on her lips, "It was you."

Your eyebrows shoot up in surprise, but that melts away into an impressed smile as you chuckle softly. You lean back and read one of the later letters again, not daring to meet your best friend's eye as you felt your cheeks burning. The nerves beginning to get to you...and you knew Lia knew it too.

You tried playing it cool, tossing your hair to the side. "Took you long enough, Choi...Didn't think that you'd get it in this centur—OW!" Her fist quickly collided with your arm repeatedly, her pale cheeks growing redder in hue. She continues her onslaught on your arm. "You could have told me anytime! But you decided to make me go through five years of wondering!"

"Choi Lia so help me God!" You cry out before catching her fists in your hands stifling laughter. She was now panting, straddling your torso as you stared up at her, not making a peep. You know she's waiting for an explanation so you sigh, retracting your arms and crossed them over your chest.

"I didn't want to ruin the image you had in your head. You were expecting charming and sweet." You pause, leaning back before nonchalantly adding, "I don't exactly emulate any of those characteristics Lia."

Lia looks at your sulky face, letting herself sink in the moment. There's a silence and it hangs in the air. But all you can hear is the way your heart pounds against your chest, her breathing, then there's laughter and your heart sinks.

The sweetest sound that you'd come to look for each day became nails on a chalkboard. Before you can say anything more, she's up and disappears into the hallway. You sigh and push the letters away, mere reminders of your idiocy.

You sigh into your hand as you mumble, "Well, that went to shit..."

You pluck your bag up from the ground and stack your letters into a neat stack before getting up. You open the door and hesitate before stepping out. Biting your lip, you pull the it shut, your mind rushing a thousand miles a minute.

As you walk away, you think of all the things you could have done differently and about how you'd lost the greatest friend you could have ever hoped for. While you'd wallowed in your own self-pity though, the very same voice that you thought you'd never hear again calls you, "Y/F/N!"

You turn and see her barreling towards you at lightning speed before you catch her into your arms. Like she always had she smiles up at you, her hand lacing with yours. She twirls on her own axis allowing you to see why she had disappeared into the hallway. Lia stood before you in a slightly nicer outfit than earlier.

The shorter girl centers herself before she teases, "Did you forget about the cake? Were you really going to break tradition, N/n?" Your eyebrows shoot up in amusement before you chuckle to yourself before your expression softens, "Wouldn't dream of it, princess Lia."

She nods her head, clearly happy with your response and wraps her arm around yours, like she'd done a million times before. But this time it felt completely different. Like something in the air had shifted between the two of you.

You couldn't help the thought that maybe something could grow from this...and neither could she.

i tried to emulate the way a teenager would think in this scenario actually and i apologize if it was rlly cringe. in all honesty, i feel like the ending was a bit messy but in spite of that i hope you all still enjoyed it!! i sort of am behind schedule as this was supposed to come out days ago and it was hwasa day yesterday, hope yall aren't too upset that i missed all these things 🥹 i'm trying to figure out a schedule that works for me personally but anyway, i hope you all enjoyed and i will see you all very, very, soon!! i love you all and take care!! bye lovelies 💖 - r

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