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request #1: trickery

(redhead!superpowered!reader x male!crush)

(context: a school split into classes by whether or not students have powers)

(y/n = your name, y/n/n = your nickname, c/n = crush name, c/n/n = crush nickname, b/f/n = best friend's name, b/c/n = bestie's crush name)

You perked up as you heard the tell-tale shouts of your favorite (c/h/c). “Yo, bro! Where were you? I’ve been waiting a while!” you shout to him.

The boy in question, began shouting at you, making a girl near you frown.

”I’VE BEEN GETTING READY FOR CLASS! WHAT ELSE, SHITTY HAIR?!” (c/n) shouted, his volume gaining glares that were quickly quelled as they saw who it was. Although (c/n) wasn’t powered, his fighting prowess was one rivaled by few of the students in the higher classes. It was one of the many things you admired about (c/n), but you'd never mention it out loud.

“Alright, bro, calm down! Anyway, I was wondering, how do you think you’ll do on Michaelson’s test? The one that’s today?” you asked, laughing internally as you recognized (b/f/n)'s trademark expression of shock.

“(y/n/n)!” your best friend whined, as the illusion wore off. “How do you always know? I even got that one Class 1 kid to disguise me this time!” He pointed to the student hiding behind one of the trees.

“Bro, it’s because (c/n)- Hell only ever calls me Shitty Hair when my roots are visible, and he helped me dye my hair last night instead of studying.” The girl's frown deepened at this; you deserved better than that stupid, rude, blonde!

“Gotta remember these small details,” (b/f/n) muttered. He froze, then slowly turned to you with a shit-eating grin on his face. “Did you almost call Hell by his first name?” they asked. The girl gasped behind the book she was holding to hide her staring. You would never! The two of you were-

“What? Me? No, never! I don’t- I couldn’t- what’s Hell’s first name anyway?” you spluttered out as your ears turned red as your hair. “Oh, that’s so convincing,” (b/f/n) teased, drawing out their words to fully convey the sarcasm. “I’m absolutely convinced.” The girl huffed, annoyed at how that stupid blonde had corrupted her (Y/N)!

You flushed even redder, but you suddenly remembered (b/f/n)'s reaction to that purple-haired mini Michaelson from Class 1. “Oh, so just because I almost called my bro by his first name, we forget all about (b/c/n)?” Your best friend's blush outdid yours as the memory of the time (b/c/n) had…. come to their room… came to mind. “Shut up! At least I don’t have a crush on someone who insults everyone and everything in sight!” The girl's fingers flared up with fire at her anger, scorching her book. Not only had that (c/h/c) corrupted you, but that stupid criminal-powered boy had corrupted your best friend!

The real (c/n) fell out of the same tree (b/f/n) had gestured to earlier, crashing to the ground loudly enough to draw the two students' attention. He stood up, dusting off the leaves and other plants stuck onto his shirt. You and (b/f/n) just stared at their explosive friend. (b/c/n) passed the three of them, almost feeling the tension between you and (c/n). He decided to grab (b/f/n) as he went, getting the feeling that they might mess with your and (c/n)'s… relationship. Celeste glared at (b/c/n) and (c/n), not that either boy cared.

You didn’t notice that (b/c/n) had dragged (b/f/n) away (“(b/c/n)! I wanna see what happens! Wait!”) and instead continued to stare at (c/n)- or rather, his ripped jeans. The jeans outlined the physique usually hidden under baggier clothes. (c/n) also stared at you and the (overly tight, godDAMN who made you wear that) tshirt you were wearing. (It was your go between, Kira, but (c/n) didn’t need to know that.) Eventually, a small cough broke the two of you out of your reverie, neither of you noticing that there was no one around to have done it. The girl fumed even more at your staring.

“Um. Hey, (c/n/n), w-what's up?” you asked, looking away as you hooked your hand around the back of your neck. The girl had burned her book to ashes by now, absolutely furious at (c/n) for trying to steal you away.

(c/n) wasted no time, getting straight to the point. “OI, STUPID ROCK, YOU NEVER SAID YOU LIKED ME! WHY NOT?!” he shouted, ears and cheeks rivaling your hair. The girl was scowling, burning the grass under her hands as she saw (c/n) yell at her beautiful redhead. You powered up your legs, bracing yourself for what you saw as the inevitable fallout of this conversation. You decided to come clean.

“Because I was scared that you wouldn’t want to talk to me anymore.” Your honesty shocked (c/n) a bit, but he stomped forward anyway. Celeste gasped again at his audacity. Grabbing you by the shoulders, (c/n) shook you. Celeste bolted up at their proximity, beginning to make her way towards the pair as you continued to look anywhere but at (c/n), frustrating the blonde. “Ay, bro!” he shouted. “Look at me, you damn nerd!”

You glanced up, looking back down almost immediately. Celeste hummed to herself in joy; you weren’t looking at him so you could buy time for her to get to them! Tyler shook you again, a bit more gently. “Yo, bro! Bro?!” (c/n) tried. When he got no response, he pulled his trump card. Contrary to the popular belief, he knew the names of everyone in Class 1 and Gen Ed. (c/n) took a deep breath, preparing himself for your reaction to his next few words.

“Hey, (y/n/n)? Can you look at me, please?” (c/n) asked softly. Your head snapped up, almost whacking (c/n) in the face. Your blush was now very prominent, making the girl even angrier. What was it with that stupid, stupid (c/h/c)? Couldn’t he see that you were feeling harassed?

(c/n) sighed, pulling you to the cover of the trees. You shivered a bit as the taller boy’s breath brushed your cheek. “You know you can call me (c/n/n), or any nickname? And that I like you?” (c/n) whispered to you. “O-of course! I know that!” you responded a beat too quickly, stumbling over your words.

Tyler leaned even closer. The girl was riled now, fingers blazing with her hellfire (again, not that either of you noticed).

“It doesn’t seem like that,” (c/n) whispered. Your knees were so weak you nearly dropped from how close (c/n) was; you could smell the other boy’s cologne, almost drunk on the smell and the proximity. Were you dreaming? “And… and why not?” you whispered back, not wanting to break this or, if it was a dream, wake yourself. The girl was almost there now, and she saw you respond. Her fingers flared even higher- (c/n) wouldn’t win you! You were hers!

”Because,” (c/n) responded. “Your heart is beating like crazy,” (c/n) whispered as he leaned close enough for you to close the gap. “I’m not in love with you!” you whispered. (c/n) laughed. “Why wouldn't you be?”

“Ah- no- no reason.”

(c/n) closed the gap himself, tangling his tattooed fingers into your red hair he had helped dye last night. He lingered there for a few seconds, enough for you to react, closing your eyes and pressing yourself as close as you could. “Damn, bro, you’re a good kisser,” you chuckled, breaking the moment.

“Hey- hey, we were just kissing. You can’t kiss me and then call me bro, dumbass,” protested (c/n), the blush on his face not quite gone yet.

“What does that make us, then?” you asked. “And what about (b/f/n)?”

“Boyfriends, a couple, whatever you want, dumbass,” (c/n) responded, pulling you impossibly closer. “And don’t worry about (b/f/n). Haven’t you see him with that other Class 1 kid?”

Celeste shouted as she shoved (c/n) away from you- or at least, tried to. (c/n) just pulled you down with him, growling at the random girl that neither of you had ever seen before. “OI, WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU, HUH? WHADDYA THINK YOU’RE DOING?!” (c/n) shouted at the girl.

”I’m Celeste, (y/n)'s future girlfriend! Right, (y/n)?” the girl squealed. You stared at her, annoyance rippling across your face before you settled into confusion.

“I have no idea who you are,” you said, still on the ground- or rather, (c/n). Celeste responded, trying to pull you out of (c/n)'s grip. “But I saw you at the Student Festival! You saved me from falling! We’re meant to be!” Celeste squealed, her voice scratching at both of your ears.

(c/n) simply stood up, pulling you up with the arm still wrapped around your waist. “I suggest you stand back,” he said, wrapping his hand into a fist and displaying the iconic tattoos that almost all of Class 1 feared. It almost worked, but the girl turned around at the last second.

”You and that purple-haired boy with the villain’s power!” she screamed. “You corrupted (y/n)! Now (y/n)'s not right! Look, (y/n)'s still feeling harassed!” she continued, garnering the attention of the few students still out on the square (but she didn’t notice that they were all snickering at her stupidity). “And that (b/c/n) kid, he made (b/f/n) a freak too! Come on, (y/n), let’s go!” she cried, grabbing your hand. You pulled out of her hold easily, dropping any pretense of politeness.

“If you ever,” you said, powering up and stepping towards the girl, who squeaked, “and I mean ever, insult me or my friends ever again. You will regret it,” you threatened, enjoying the look of fear on the girl’s face. “Now leave.” (c/n) smirked at the girl from behind your back.

As the girl scurried off, you turned to (c/n), who wolf-whistled. A light brush dusted your cheeks as Tyler smirked. “Damn, (y/n/n)," he remarked, "that was hot. Didn’t know you could do that.”

Everyone else on the university’s campus watched through the windows, dumbstruck, as the school’s resident asshole and idiot stared at each other, paying no heed to the late bell or the levitating hair of the infamous Mr. Michaelson.

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