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perfidy;tom holland|14

chapter 14: the side-stories

enemies to lovers au/enemies with benefits

chapter summary: harry, tim, the oh shit moments and the ice cream.

pairing: tom holland x y/n

warnings: swearing, alcohol mention, smut mention, angsty (?)

word count: 8k

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social media before you read (IMPORTANT FOR THE CHAPTER) :

before boarding: Haz wants free breakfast, Tim reaches out, and James gets protective

On flight : Tom joins a club, y/n tweets from the sky and Emma reaches out

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So, the chapter came earlier because I had time and inspo and because I really wanted to get to this chapter already. Anyway, huge thanks to @hxpeysuenxs for helping me out to get my ideas straight and also... PLEASE!

Go read ‘the moment’ by @jambrosemc it’s a spinoff which I consider canon for Tim and y/n’s relationship.

In movies they always manage a “meet-cute” moment, you know the guy who's walking his dog and the dog runs off to the girl of his dreams, or the clumsy— why is she always clumsy?—The clumsy girl who accidentally spills coffee on the guy and then he immediately falls in love with her. Stupid and cliché but they never fail. The repetitive script that we all know and adore.

The guy who ends up with the girl, the girl who’s always so different from the rest. The girl who gives up her dream for a guy. You know, those incredible moments at airports when she runs to him and he declares his love, or he stops traffic or… any kind of cute crap we all know and adore. Those breathtaking moments.

The movies, however, never show the “oh shit” moments, the moments when you realize that you’re way deep in love with them. The moment when you know that there’s no going back. The moment when you feel like you’re screwed.

Harry knew of those. Especially of the ‘oh shit’ moment, he’d had it with Y/N, when she’d turned 16. He remembered it, she had only started dating that idiot, Louis. Complete idiot, but y/n didn’t realize it until he dumped her hours before prom, but we already know that story.

But when she turned 16, Louis had thrown her a party, under the … stars and the sea? It didn’t make any sense, not for y/n’s style. But Harry had taken her out after the party, to this café. And after hours and hours of talking and laughing. He remembered seeing y/n look outside, at the cars, and then chuckle to herself. And Harry thought she was the most beautiful girl he would ever see, with the most melodic laugh the most perfect smile.

And that’s when Harry thought: “Oh, shit.”

Harry also knew of the typical “meet-cute”, he’d heard of one and he’d lived one. Which wasn’t exactly how they’d met but… how one of them had realized of the existence of the other.

Timmy and y/n had had one, long before they officially met. Harry had heard from Tim how he’d “met her” long before they’d met, the meet cute turned into the ‘oh shit’.

Tim had already seen her, they had a class together, and the way Timmy described it, Harry knew it. Tim was perfect for y/n.

“She’d walked in, 16 minutes late to the lecture, she didn’t even have to explain what had happened. Her head was soaking from the rain, she was carrying like twenty bags and she was holding her car keys, to the convertible, now I know exactly what happened….and she’d bit her lip and tried to quietly make her way to the back, and she failed because she dropped everything, and I remember seeing her, stare at her stuff, scoff and then she cursed under her breath, pulled out her soaking notebook and glared at me because I laughed. And I thought she hated me, but I just—I saw a main character, you know? She literally just—God, she looked so pretty. And I thought oh, shit, I don’t even know her and I’m already in love with her.”

They were probably each other’s endgame, and Harry knew that. How difficult it had been for him to finally accept it when they had initially started dating.

But Harry wasn’t bitter about it, because Harry had seen y/n’s light turn off before Timmy. And slowly Timmy had brought y/n back from the death, if that made any sense at all. Y/N smiled again with Timmy, and she would laugh again and she would be herself, and that’s all Harry cared about.

Harry knew that y/n’s sudden downfall had all to do with Tom, even though his brother never addressed that matter. Harry was completely sure that Tom and Y/N would always have unresolved issues because even if Harry didn’t like to admit it to himself, Tom and Y/N made sense, in the most stupid way they could. Even if they didn’t. Such a complicated relationship that Harry knew was only a redundant way to cover up for the fact that they probably both loved each other. Yes, Harry was not dumb and he knew Tom probably had always reciprocated y/n’s feelings. In his own particular way.

It’s easy, when you’re in love with someone you see who else is, because you’re observant, because you know how it feels. Harry wasn’t observant but he knew his brother too well not to notice that Tom practically drooled every time y/n would walk into the room.

No, Harry wasn’t stupid. But Harry had probably been the only one who knew. Or he thought so.

He was very conflicted about Tom, because sometimes it genuinely seemed like y/n was his biggest enemy and that Tom was actually trying to destroy her. But there were other times when Tom wasn’t as good to hide up the fact that y/n made him blush.

Our bodies never help us to hide up our feelings, no matter how good we think we are at hiding it and no matter how good of an actor he was. We all get weak. Specially when we are in love, it seems to be the best way to tumble down our walls.

The eyes, Chico, they never lie. And Tom’s eyes didn’t lie. Whether he said he hated y/n or not, Tom’s gaze was only for y/n.

“Y/N only likes me because I’m a movie star,” Tom said once.

But Harry didn’t stomach why Tom had never understood how y/n had loved him way long before he even considered being an actor. She’d said to Harry after Tom had gone to prom with her, how she also quite could figure it out.

Harry remembered how Tom had broken her heart back then, he’d just been cast as Spiderman.

“Congratulations, you now get to say Spiderman took you to prom.”

Harry knew Tom and Y/N had kissed back then.

“I think it’s funny how Tom always forgets I loved him before he turned into whatever he is today.”

Tom often did forget that. Tom often forgot that y/n had loved him for a long while now. And he couldn’t really understand why his brother would continuously rip y/n’s heart apart. And why did she choose Tom over the course of the years? Harry had been right beside her, always. But he never said anything.

Harry had almost told her how he felt before she left for Rome. He hadn’t, but he thought that she knew it.

And it had almost happened.

Y/N was almost finished packing, she was roaming around the room.

“I mean it’s the whole summer,” she explained.

“But you’re gonna wash your clothes, y/n,” Harry laughed. “Hey, what if we—take a break? You know, let’s order a pizza or something and then we will come back and finish with all this mess.”

Y/N didn’t hesitate twice.

Harry barely remembered how it happened, they’d ended up on the couch. Like any other night, it wasn’t special, it was just another rainy night in London. The lights went out after a lightning stroke, and y/n only jumped to his arms.

Harry held her close, and she only hugged him back. This wasn’t weird, y/n was affectionate but of course, Harry somehow felt it was his last chance.

He only stared deep into her eyes, and she sensed it. His eyes travelled down to her lips, and they stayed quiet, for a bit. Harry hesitated on whether he should make a move or not. He only leaned in slightly, and her gaze was scared, but she was leaning over, too. But maybe they had been tired, or maybe it had been the moment. But both of them knew it was wrong, and both of them pulled away before they could even get closer. She stood up quickly, out of his grasp.

“Uh, I’ll… I’ll continue packing, sorry, I uh…” She didn’t say anything. “No…”

“I’m sorry… I yeah, let’s get to packing--”

And they had, so vigorously ignoring what just had happened.

“Y/N about what happened-” Harry had said before he left her apartment.

“We will talk when I come back.”

But they hadn’t.

Harry had noticed about three years ago just after she’d come back from Rome, how y/n’s eyes would brighten up even more each time Tom smiled, and how Tom would stop to listen whenever y/n spoke. Harry didn’t mind if they were dating.

Not really.

Though it was a burden to bear, the reminiscent smiles were only a hint for it.

Of course he’d be heartbroken, we can’t control our emotions and feelings. But he’d be happy because if anything, Harry cared too much for his brother. And he genuinely loved y/n too much to impede her from being happy.

And Harry himself had always been skeptical about his own feelings towards y/n. Had it been only a whim caused by a stupid childhood crush? No, it was love.

It was love. There is nothing more painful than to love and know you’ll never be loved back.

But he had accepted y/n and Tom were secretly dating back then, or whatever they were doing. Big was his surprise when they’d seen each other at the club.

Which brings us to our meet-cute, going back to y/n and Timothee.

Harry perfectly remembered how that night had gone, and he knew y/n, and he knew Tom. And Harry wanted an answer, if there was anything that Harry hated was the fact that Tom never admitted it. Why didn’t he?

Or was Harry too dumb and too jealous and blaming the fact that y/n didn’t love him back that he had made himself think that Tom loved her too?

Maybe Tom had never loved her.

But he’d seen y/n fade away that night, he had seen how happiness had left her body. Harry could swear he had heard y/n’s heart shatter on that nightclub when Tom was kissing that pink shirt.

And it wasn’t like this was the first time Tom broke her heart. He’d seen it again, and again, and again. And he’d seen how y/n would only take a deep breath, look away, and ignore the usual cold tear shedding. Harry would always silently offer his shoulder.

But that night, he hadn’t. And he wondered what could’ve happened if he had. Timmy had made her smile even at that precise moment when y/n’s heart had broken into pieces. That’s how incredible Timmy was. Even in the darkest time, Timmy had made y/n smile.

And Harry remembered wanting to fight Tom the very next day, without addressing what was really going on. He only wanted to kick his brother's ass and tell him off for breaking y/n’s heart again, but he hadn’t. Because Harry himself didn’t understand it, if they had been dating why had Tom so deliberately crushed her heart?

That’s what Harry never understood, why would anyone do that? Make them fall in love with you only so you could hurt them? And Harry had seen Tom do it again, and again. Gaining y/n’s trust only so he could break her, betray her in any possible way.

However, nobody had seen what had happened. Tom hadn’t gone home with that pink skirt, after y/n had left with Sam, Tom had drifted away from her, and then had left with Haz and Tuwaine.

Tom had only pulled an act to mess with y/n.

Harry had stayed with the other group, the one with Timmy and Emma. Emma… that was another story.

And the very next day, Harry had seen Tom with tears in his eyes in the kitchen, looking up and asking questions to the ceiling. Swearing to himself.

Harry didn’t talk to him initially, until he saw him coming back with yellow flowers. He seemed nervous.

“Tom, were you and y/n on a date?” Harry had asked him.

Tom watched him. “No.”

“Did she know that?” Asked Harry with venom.

“Yes.”

“Are you fucking sure?” Harry snapped. “You are very aware that she’s got feelings for you.”

Tom looked away. “Well she’s dumb,” Tom said. “She should clearly be in love with you instead.”

“That’s not what we are talking about,” Harry sassed. “Did she or did she not know that it wasn’t a date?”

“No.”

“What was it, then?” Harry asked. “And why did you buy her flowers?”

“How did—“

“Yellow flowers? She loves them.”

“I will go and apologize for making her believe that I could—I dunno.”

“Why do you insist on breaking her heart?” Harry wondered, “she’s—She’s the most amazing girl and you’re so fucking lucky that she loves you. Why would you insist on hurting her? She’s done nothing wrong to you, and her fucking biggest sin is that she loves you, and you did that? You think I didn’t see you? Strolling around giving her hope and making her fall in love with you? Go and tell her you don’t love her, because deep down she thinks you do, and she’s so stupid for believing that. But I swear Tom if you dare to keep that door open for her it’ll only get worse, let her be, and stop playing with her heart. Close that door forever.”

And he saw him leave and then come back, with a bag full of dirt. He saw him, kicking the couch, he heard him yelling and then he saw him, downing beer after beer.

Tom hadn’t spoken to anyone for a few days.

And then y/n hadn’t spoken to any of them for months, she barely answered his texts. She would cancel on their lunch, and she would blame it on school. He’d seen her on campus, without her smile and the usual sunshine that followed her. He’d try to reach out to her but she would back away.

But Harry saw someone there… Tim. Little by little he saw the green eyed fella walking with y/n more and more. And little by little, y/n’s sunshine was coming back.

He had seen her in the halls, walking with him. How Timmy would always make her smile, and blush. And Harry loved seeing that again.

Harry knew that they were probably made for each other. Initially, when Timothee had appeared he wasn’t as fond. You can never be too fond of someone who is also in love with the girl you’re in love with. But for Harry it was different.

For each and every rom-com he’d watched, for research purposes, he claimed, he had seen the perfect meet cute and the guy whom the girl is supposed to end with. And when Harry had once again heard y/n’s melodic laugh back, he knew Tim was her endgame.

And he decided that it was time to move on. And he had, exactly with his “meet cute”, Emma.

Emma had accidentally spilled her drink on Harry. And Harry would be lying if he ever said there wasn’t a strike of electricity when he’d looked into her eyes, like in movies, when the guy meets the girl.

Emma.

Who initially wasn’t fond of y/n, because of course, the girl didn’t even look at her best friend, and there was Timmy, all smitten with her. But Emma had become the perfect friend y/n could ask for.

And the perfect girl Harry could never imagine.

Emma had told him a lot about Timothee.

“It's amazing we bumped into you guys that night, Timmy here had always had a crush on the girl with the cute jeans and dirty sneakers.”

And he fell in love with Emma as an accident. He hadn’t planned it, and neither did Emma. Because it all started as two people hanging out because their respective best friends were in a relationship. Not because they had to, because they had wanted to. And they started to hang out, and Harry knew it, it had been one night under the stars, when Harry knew he was finally over y/n.

And it was great. Until… y/n broke up with Timmy. Old feelings resurfaced. But when it occurred, Harry remembered how she had walked in, around New Years.

He remembered how conflicted he’d been, trying to hold her hand, and how he had briefly opened his heart to her, but it hadn’t felt right. He knew it, he was over her. And though it hurt seeing her like this, he didn’t… feel the same. All he could think about when y/n was crying on her shoulder was Emma. And y/n had become a bittersweet song, an undermining memory.

Emma was an accident, and she’d changed all of Harry’s plans. Initially, she had become a distraction, from whatever Harry was doing at the time, but slowly she dug her way into his heart. Emma was someone Harry would’ve never thought he’d fall in love with, but she was someone who now he never wanted to lose. That’s why he had proposed.

But he had been… conflicted. When Emma told him she’d ask y/n to be her maid of honor...it felt weird.

Why did he feel weird? It was normal, right?

Maybe it was weird because he had a feeling that Y/N probably was again falling into Tom’s spell.

Of course, he had asked Haz and Sam. And they’d denied it. He had asked James, though. He hadn’t denied it, he didn’t confirm it..

“I don’t know.”

Simple answer.

And Harry didn’t, either.

Because maybe it hurt him. But it didn’t hurt him in the way one would think, it would hurt. It hurt in the way that he knew where Tom would go. Again breaking her heart.

So he wondered why y/n was so stupid. How was she going there again? And was she?

Did he have to reach out for her? And why did she keep ignoring him?

He knew he couldn’t be for her this time. Or did he have to?

Why did she keep ignoring him? Why did it bother him so much?

Harry knew. Because y/n was his own first love. And it hurt to think of it that way, but he looked back at it. Like an old memory. An old song.

And he found it funny, how y/n was someone who planned ahead and stuck to real thoughts, and yet she was always finding herself at the crazy curveballs. Which made her stay out of her lane. Out of Harry’s path.

But maybe they were meant to stay that way, with their paths never touching, and their words never colliding. Only for a friendship.

Maybe Harry had to let go off the plan, because he had a new one. With Emma.

That didn’t stop Harry from reaching out to her.

“Hello? Harry! Hello!” Y/N answered facetime. She was in the lobby, and she seemed tired, but her smile brightened up as soon as she saw her best friend.

“Hey! How is it going?” Harry grinned as soon as he had seen her.

“Good, good, uh, Tom and I just checked in on the hotel,” she explained, her voice was muffled then. “Wanna say hi to your brother?” She moved the phone and Tom gulped but waved.

“Hey!” Was all he said.

“Uh—y/n, I actually had to talk to you, I’ll talk to Tom later so maybe—“

Y/N stayed quiet. “I’ll—give me a sec.” She had turned off the camera.

Harry was sweating, he didn’t understand why he’d taken up the courage to call her. It was late for him, but he couldn’t sleep unless he reached out to her. Because he knew all of this would go wrong and he couldn’t be right beside her.

A muffled Tom could be heard, barely, but he was there. “Yeah, yeah, see you in a bit.”

Which had Harry wondering, were they in separate rooms at the hotel? And why the fuck did it matter?

“Harry!” A cheerful y/n said after she’d turned it back on, she still seemed to be somwehere in the lobby which only made Harry’s suspicion higher. “Hola.”

“Y/N,” Harry grinned. “Salut.”

It was a very stupid tradition they had. They had taken Spanish and French lessons together, yes y/n had learned french even before Timmy and it had stuck, they would randomly say words in either language.

“How’s New York?” Harry asked. “Finally you get to go to your dream place.”

“Well, the airport was nice,” she laughed as she plugged in her earphones. “And so far I’m… in love with the city, Tom said he’ll give me a tour because he…” She laughed. “Knows it so well because he’s Spider-Man,” she mocked

“Oh, don’t trust him, he’ll get you lost in five minutes,” Harry chuckled.

“Wait, it’s like 1 am over there isn’t it?” Y/N chuckled. “Why are you awake? Long day filming?”

“Yeah, a bit,” Harry admitted. “Gosh, it’s been crazy.”

“I bet, but you’re having fun aren’t you?” She wondered.

“A lot,” Harry admitted. “But uh-- I wanted to talk to you about something.”

Y/N cleared her throat. “Uhm… Is it about Emma’s… request?”

Harry didn’t answer. Had she not accepted it yet?

She smiled. “Because I haven’t had the time to answer her, but I’m going to say yes, don’t worry! I just wanted to sit down and write down a whole ass--”

“No, no, it’s not about that--But great!” Harry gulped. “No, no, it’s…”

“Yup?”

“It’s about Tom.”

The end of the line stayed dangerously quiet. She licked her lips and looked away. She didn’t move.

“Y/N?”

“Yeah, I’m here,” she sighed. “I… What about Tom?”

Harry licked his lips. “I know you, y/n, I just… Don’t let him fool you again.”

“He’s not fooling me, I--where are you even coming from?” She coughed, she’d turned stiff. “I.. We’ve become friends and that’s it. We’re getting along.”

“I don’t have to be there to know you’re crushing on him again,” Harry explained. The tweets, the pictures, Tom and y/n constantly bickering on the group chat. James’ answer, the way Harrison had denied it so intensely and...The way that Tom had been ignoring Harry. Harry knew something was going on.

“I’m not,” she answered, but she had bit her inner cheek.

“Look, y/n,” he clicked his tongue. “I’m only worried because I don’t know if I’ll be able to be there with you, and--Tom sooner or later will hurt you.”

“Then you should call him up and tell him not to, don’t call me, I’m not… doing anything,” she snapped then squeezed her eyes shut. “Look, Harry, I can take care of myself, I’ve done it before and…”

“And how did that work out for you?” Harry frowned. “I’m just saying this because I’m your best friend.”

“But are you really saying it because of that, Harry?”

“What?” Harry frowned.

“No… Nothing, I’m just… I know where you’re coming from, but this time I won’t let him hurt me, and I.. I am not crushing on him.”

“Fine, I’m just… worried, okay? And I know it’s hard already...Having Timmy there and-”

She pinched the bridge of her nose. “I--Harry, I’m tired from my flight, okay? I need to go and take a shower and just…You know? I’ll call you tomorrow, okay?”

“Y/N I didn’t mean to-”

“Love you, bye!”

He shouldn’t have mentioned Timmy.

And Timmy truly didn’t know where he was standing. Timothee didn’t want to be too intrusive, but he couldn’t help it. He was jealous, that was unequivocally an understatement, Tom drove him insane. And Tim was getting prepared exactly just for that. Could anyone be prepared to see the love of their life happy with someone else?

Timmy had learned where they were staying. He had debated to himself whether or not he should bring her flowers, but over the course of the years he’d learned that y/n loved flowers, so it might give him a little… advantage.

There was possibly no way that he’d be able to bump into them. He didn’t even know when she’d arrive, and was it creepy? He probably was being creepy. He was standing in front of a hotel with little to no information of whether y/n would be there. He held the peonies as he headed to the entrance, he had to leave this was… no. He was being crazy right?

But he walked in, and he saw her, sitting down, bummed. Her hair resting against her hand, her hair falling down. She looked tired, but radiant at the same time, she looked like a summer song. And he wondered if this was the perfect movie moment, when the guy cheers up the girl and they fall back in love. He could easily run up to her and ask her to love him, and somehow, she’d do it.

But he couldn’t. He just watched her from afar, and if he knew her well enough, he knew she was about to shed a tear. She took a deep breath and tapped her foot anxiously.

What was troubling her? Maybe it had only taken a flight for Tom to break her heart. But… that wasn’t her ‘Tom screwed me over’ face. She seemed angry.

Tim was frozen, he wanted to approach her and be there to comfort whatever Tom had pulled this time but just as Timmy had finally managed to move, he saw Tom getting out of the elevator. Strutting with arrogance.

He stopped to watch the scene, he expected yelling. He thought y/n would turn around to Tom like she always did and yell at him. And Tim wanted to see the bickering, the usual fighting. But there… wasn’t any. Instead, Tom had come to wrap his arms around her from behind and placed a sweet kiss to her cheek. A smile came back to her face as she turned to face him, and they didn’t kiss this time, but the smile she dedicated him was all it took to break Tim. The glance y/n directed at Tom was the gaze Tim had fought so hard to get.

And it only took Tom a stupid kiss on her cheek.

Tim felt it again, the knife all across his chest as he watched them leave for the elevator, her hand clinging to his arm as he would lean over and whisper to her. And time stopped. And Timmy wished he hadn’t walked in to see that, he wished he hadn’t had the incredible idea to give her flowers. He wouldn’t have seen that, he shouldn’t have bought the stupid peonies.

Honestly, he would never get used to seeing that. He felt like someone had cut off a piece of his heart and crushed it right in front of him. Timmy never really understood why she loved Tom. However, he knew y/n didn’t know it either. She’d deny it, she’d avoid the subject. She’d never speak of Tom, unless it was to assure him she despised him. And yet, as the elevator door closed, he saw her, slowly placing a kiss on his lips.

That image had kept Timmy awake all night long, he’d blame it on the jet lag but it was unbearable. Because he wondered where had it all gone wrong? When had he stopped reading y/n?

But had he really?

The next day on set it got even worse, he saw them arrive, fingers locked and that smile Tim had gotten familiar with. The usual tender chuckle. But… was she happy?

She seemed to be, but… Maybe Timmy hadn’t completely forgotten how to read her. She seemed confused, was she?

Tim had brought the flowers again, though he probably shouldn’t have. He should’ve thrown away the peonies. But he couldn’t, y/n loved peonies.

Of course, he couldn’t… give them to her, so he just arranged someone to leave one at Tom’s trailer. Even when he knew that y/n could think they could come from Tom.

But maybe y/n hadn’t forgotten that Tim’s signature flowers were peonies. Hopefully she really hadn’t. But Tom did take the credit for, he’d seen y/n kiss Tom’s cheek.

And it hurt Timmy, but then she saw him… when she saw him, it felt like she knew. She just gave him a sad smile.

Filming for the next few days had been…painful. Y/N and him hadn’t talked, not really. Tom didn’t let her be around, not that he had forbidden it but anytime Tim would get close, Tom would rush in, and pull her close to him.

However, Timmy hadn’t stopped with the flowers, not big arrangement every day, a single peony every now and then, and he’d seen y/n with one, outside the trailer, confused...but she was too busy with Tom. And Tim had gotten to the idea, even if they hadn’t really talked about it. It was obvious. But Timmy faked blindness, even when it was too much to handle.

Like that day when Tom and Mad had slipped while dancing, and y/n let out a loud laugh as she rushed to see him...to see Tom.

“Did you just laugh?” Tom asked, chuckling.

“No,” but y/n couldn’t stop laughing. “Well—I—I… its cause you—“She let out a loud cackle that could even be confused with a snore.

Tim smiled to himself, he missed that laugh. The messy one, the one that told Tim she didn’t care anymore.

“You are still laughing,” Tom now started to laugh with her, as they threw their head back.

Timmy saw it, and he felt it. The way Tom has probably felt throughout their whole relationship. Because what hurt Timmy the most wasn’t that he couldn’t kiss her, what hurt Timmy the most was he wasn’t the reason for her smile anymore.

“Stop laughing!” Tom said.

And then y/n kissed Tom, repeatedly. Her hands cupping his face as she only smiled against his lips.

Well, maybe it did bother Tim.

Because there was just so… much kissing. It seemed like Tom never missed an opportunity to get his lips on y/n. It was so annoying, especially when Tim was around, he seemed to have a magnet to her lips, and his hands always on her waist.

They were disgusting. Other people called them adorable, but Tim called them disgusting.

Because it bothered him, and because he had been right. About all of this. That troubled Timmy enough, let alone the fact that they didn’t care if he was seeing, it was the fact that he had been right all along.

Never would have Timmy thought he’d end up with a cigarette on his mouth as he listened to a pianist on a New York bar. He had a scotch in his hands, and he could only wonder where y/n was. Probably with Tom, Tom probably was taking off her clothes and kissing that sweet spot on her neck that drove her crazy. Her clothes probably were on some fancy hotel floor, and her lipstick would be tattooing Tom’s body. And she probably was smiling, and Tom would get to hear her laugh, and she’d probably be moaning Tom’s name.

And Timmy couldn’t believe it. Where had he gone wrong? What in this world did Tom do to have y/n making a fool of herself for him?

And Timmy cried, even though he wasn’t really a crier, he couldn’t help it. Really, he couldn’t help it. But he soon forgot it, he started drinking with some random girl he’d met at that bar, with pretty eyes and a southern accent, she told him she was there looking for her dreams. And they had gone dancing instead because the piano had bored him, for the first time he was bored of a conversation, and he told her: I just want to dance, and the blue lights had barely helped him to forget y/n, as the girl kept grinding against him, and wrapping his arms around Timmy, but he could only think of y/n and how they were always dancing. But he kept drinking and smoking, and dancing. But y/n stayed on his mind, in his imagination. No matter how loud the music was going, and no matter how good looking the girl was, he couldn’t see anyone but the image of y/n. Because she was everywhere, in the music he was dancing to, in the shirt he was wearing, everywhere.

And Timmy wasn’t the guy to have a one night stand, and yet... He found himself walking out of a random wannabe New Yorker small studio to go back to his hotel. He wasn’t pleased with himself. That wasn’t him. But he had felt lonely, and he wasn’t over her, so he really only wanted to get his mind off of it. It hadn’t helped.

If anything, this was y/n’s fault, because he couldn’t help but think about it. He’d slept with a stranger, but that wasn’t what was bothering him… It was the fact he had danced with a stranger. And dancing, dancing was their thing.

Timothée was crying on the subway.

“I fucked up,” he texted Emma. “I miss her so much and I can’t stand this.”

Emma had called him immediately.

“Talk to me, Tim.”

“Did I wake you up?”

“No, I was… already awake, tell me,” Emma said.

“It’s just hard, Em,” he explained. “I don’t even know what to tell you, now, I feel like I’ve lost her and now, I just I know I fucked up by proposing but I--”

“Timmy, don’t say that.”

“But that was it, she faded away when I proposed, and that’s on me,” Tim sighed. “I should’ve known she wasn’t ready and that we--fuck, I don’t even know, I just want to win her back and be how we used to be, I miss her and her smile and her laugh and-”

“Aren’t you guys talking? I thought you told me you were on talking terms,” Emma answered.

“Not here, not in New York, and fuck, it makes it harder, New York makes it harder,” he explained. “Just before the proposal, we were planning on coming, you know? We had our whole trip planned, and in my head, I would have been walking down this city already engaged, and here I am, walking down to my fucking hotel after hooking up with some-”

“You hooked up with someone?” Emma questioned. “You?”

“Yes.”

“Oh, then it must be bad.”

“I… just, I can’t stand seeing her with Tom,” Tim said. “I just… out of everyone.”

“Hold on-Tom?” Emma asked.

Tim bit his lip, did they not know about this?

“Yes, Tom… I thought you would know,” Timmy frowned. “Didn’t Harry tell you?”

“I don’t think Harry knows this,” Emma explained. “Which… is technically better for me, I guess.”

Timmy didn’t answer.

“I asked her… to be my maid of honour,” Emma explained. “Which I know, I’m sorry I would’ve asked you but…”

Timothée kept quiet.

“We both know she’s got history with the Hollands,” Emma sighed with sadness. “And although these are bad news for you, it…”

“I know.”

“Is it wrong?” Emma asked. “I know you love her Tim but… Is it wrong I still fear how she’ll act around Harry?”

“It’s not her who you’re worried about,” Tim sounded convinced.

“You’re right, but… You know what they say, keep your friends close and your enemies closer,” she explained. “And though she is not my enemy per se, I just can’t help but be anxious around her, after all she was Harry’s first love, and you’ve heard her say it.”

“True love might only be the first one,” Tim answered. “I know, but… I really think you shouldn’t worry.”

“And I really think you shouldn’t worry about Tom,” Emma insisted. “After all, he’s her enemy, and she might just be doing the same thing I’m doing, keeping her enemies close, and we both know Tom will eventually fuck up.”

“You’re right.”

Tim had texted y/n afterwards begging to go out for dinner, and y/n had eventually agreed, but it wasn’t really dinner she’d agreed on. Still, Tim was thinking about it. How he’d been right all along.

Tom did have feelings for y/n, and even if y/n had never admitted it. She had feelings for Tom.

And Timmy knew this, but it’s easier said than done. He couldn’t stomach and map out any emotions, how could he? He had been right, this whole time. But he also knew y/n, and he knew that y/n was someone who always had her mind busy. Thoughts, creativity, lists… many lists. And guilt, y/n would often have to settle down her mind at night if something was bothering her. Even with simple stuff, like if she hadn’t tried an ice cream flavor even when Tim would assure her she wouldn’t like it , she’d have to go the next day to try it. Or whenever a new movie came out and y/n would read the reviews and know she’d hate it, but went and watched it anyway just to be disappointed by it.

So maybe that was what was going on. Tom was the coconut-pistachio cheesecake ice cream y/n so wanted to try, but wouldn’t like in the end. Y/N was dating the terrible reviewed movie right now.

However, the ice cream bumped into Tim, anyway the same day he’d go out for dinner with y/n, holding a peony that Tim had given her that day.

“What are you doing?” Tom frowned.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Tim said, looking down at the schedule he had to follow, he spoke then through the radio and walked past Tom.

“You really think I don’t know these are yours?” Tom frowned.

“Well, I’m helping you out, man, take the credit, for all I know you already are taking it,” Timmy rolled his eyes.

“Why are you doing this?”

Tim watched him. “I just gave her flowers man.” And really that’s all he’d done. He hadn’t even tried to talk to y/n. He didn’t want to intrude. One flower a day didn’t hurt anyone.

“No, no, no, why are you trying to-”

“I’m not trying anything,” Timmy answered calmly.

Tom clenched his jaw. “You lost your chance.”

“It’s funny you out of everyone say that,” Tim snaked. “Seems like chances are given for free.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Why are you angry?” Timmy shrugged. “She is your girlfriend, you don’t have to worry about me--”

Tom didn’t answer.

“Ah, she’s not your girlfriend, yet.”

“Well but she might be.”

“Then why are you worrying?” Tim cackled dryly. “If she is in love with you then she won’t even look at my flowers. And as I said, take the credit man.”

“Exes don’t give out flowers,” Tom frowned.

“Well, I do, I love giving her flowers, and at least I know for a fact she doesn’t cry whenever I give her flowers,” Tim shrugged. “Now, if you’ll excuse me-”

“You don’t have the right to mention that,” Tom frowned.

“Seems like I already did,” Timmy rolled his eyes. “Look, I don’t want to argue with you, you go be happy with her.”

Tom watched him. “You don’t even know what we’ve gone through, and we are very happy.”

Timmy stared at Tom. He truly didn’t understand why Tom was being so bitchy about this, yes, probably it wasn’t fair play giving her flowers. But honestly, Tom had been worse while y/n and Tim were dating, always big gestures, that of course would be erased by any kind of mean words Tom directed as y/n. Always hurting y/n. Yes, Tom had never been a fan of Tom, because he always managed to turn y/n’s light off, only with a glance and y/n would be on the verge of tears. Tom was a monster to y/n. Why the hell was y/n now sprinting with him? Why the hell did y/n kiss Tom the way she was kissing him?

“I don’t have to know much to understand you’ve broken her so many times,” Tim argued back.

“I’ve changed.”

“Have you really, Tom? And does she know that?” Tim had started to walk away.

Tom stayed quiet for a bit, “She does.”

Tim turned around. “I think you’re scared because even if you know her from your whole life, you don’t actually know her.”

Tom frowned. “I know her perfectly.”

“But for your own conveniences, you know how to make her cry, you know how to break her, but that’s it,” Tim raised his arms, shrugging.

Tom clenched his jaw. “You’re just angry that she’s screaming my name now,” Tom snapped.

Timothée had to look away. “That’s the issue with you, Tom. You don’t know the magic of y/n,” he told him, shaking his head as he stared down at the floor. “Maybe you managed to get her in bed, but you won’t get to have her completely and you know that, because it’s the little moments that count for y/n, and you don’t get that, you always have to put up a show for her.”

Tom rolled his eyes. “You dated her for only two years, what makes you think you know her more than I do? I’ve known her my whole life.”

Tim chuckled. “I didn’t buy a Polaroid, for instance, I don’t have to fake around her,” Tim explained. “I made her smile with a single peony, because I know she doesn’t need whatever big flower arrangement I know you’re already planning to give her. I know her.”

Tom scoffed. “I don’t need to give you any explanation, and I don’t even know why I’m bothering to argue with you, y/n doesn’t even love you, if she did she would’ve accepted your proposal,” Tom snapped with venom. “Now please stop sending her flowers, and don’t dare to bring her flowers tonight.”

With that, the bad-reviewed movie had walked away. Tim looked away, he was hurt. But not because he’d said that. But because y/n had told him. It just… Didn’t make any sense.

They’d meet at her hotel’s bar. A less formal thing, and Timmy understood.

He had seen her walk out of the elevator, and… Tom had, too. They seemed to be tense, but Tom kissed her cheek anyway before leaving for the entrance.

Timmy really didn’t like elevators anymore.

Y/N walked over to Tim, she didn’t seem… excited.

“Hi,” he greeted her. He hadn't brought her flowers this time. Not because Tom had asked him to, but because he knew it wasn’t the place for it.

“Hey,” she gulped as she watched him. “Let’s… go for a drink, shall we?”

And it was awkward at first. They’d never been awkward but she had been this time, quiet, and she looked sad. They were sitting on the tallest stools in the bar, where y/n was swinging her legs, trying to get a hold of the film canister she’d pulled out at the beginning of their conversation. She had Toyed with it, long enough for Timmy to wonder which of the many film canisters was it. He’d given her thousands of them, with notes, with films… and one with a ring. The canister seemed more interesting than Tim himself. But she looked beautiful, and Tim only wished and longed to go back in time, and have her smile at him like she used to.

Instead they were barely even looking at each other.

“So, have you been exploring the city?” Tim asked her.

Y/N shrugged and smiled. “Not...really,” she admitted. “We—“she cleared her throat. “I’ve barely had the time, you know? Always filming and then I am tired but—Tomorrow I might,” she told him. “Tom has a free day so—“

“Yeah,” Tim watched her. “Anywhere special you want to go? New York has always been your dream.”

“Dunno yet, Tom probably has something planned, something big,” she smiled to herself. “He only keeps surprising me…”

“So uh, you and Tom huh?” Tim had asked as smoothly as he could’ve.

“I… well,” she shifted on her sit. “I guess.”

“It’s okay, I knew it was coming,” he smiled. “I’m happy-“

“Timmy I’m sorry I—“ she looked at him, finally looked at him.

“No, no, I’m happy, as long as he makes you happy,” Tim lied with the most convincing smile he could pull.

“I’m very sorry Tim,” she sighed.

He reached over for her arm, “Y/N, no, I don’t want you to be, really,” he squeezed her arm and then pulled back his hand.

“Are you okay?” She looked at him.

“I feel like I am, but I mean, you can’t really—I mean, I’m as fine as I can be,” he chuckled to himself.

“Tim,” she gave him a sad smile.

“I’m being honest, y/n, one can only be as cheerful as they can while they see the love of their life taken away,” he had said and he’d felt his heart become smaller as he said it.

Y/N watched him. “You really think I’m the love of your life?”

Tim looked at her, she timidly smiled. “I know it.”

Y/N bit her lip. “How do you know that? Who the love of your life is?”

Timmy watched her. Somehow that question felt like an old conversation, of the ones they used to have. He didn’t know why she’d asked it. But maybe his answer would get her back to her senses.

“Well, you feel it. You know?” Tim chuckled. “It’s that breathtaking moment y/n,” he explained as he looked at her. “I guess it’s the person that makes you feel like you’re watching your favorite movie, the one you know you’d never get tired of,”he looked at her lips and then at her sight, she seemed conflicted but she was listening. “The person you feel calm with, the one you only need a smile from and everything turns better,” he grinned. “It’s walking under the rain and feeling warm. It’s… you.”

She looked at him, and then stared at the film canister again.

“What’ve you got there?” He looked at it.

“Ah, nothing,” she gulped. “It’s—Nothing,” she smiled at him. “But uhm, have you had time to explore New York?”

“A little bit, yeah,” he chuckled. More than he wanted to, if he was honest. “I actually got lost in the subway, you know how distracted I am—“

“You’re kidding,” she smiled again.

“No, no, but—“And he started telling her stories, like he used to do. And she listened, and she laughed and she smiled.

And eventually, she put the film canister back in her purse, making Tim wonder what the hell was in it. But it didn’t matter, because she was finally smiling again, and with every single story and with every single sentence, he felt like he was falling back in love all over again. And hours went by, and they didn’t even notice how time had passed. And it felt like old times. Older...times.

But eventually she kissed his cheek goodbye, because she of course had to go back to Tom. Who had walked back into the hotel. But maybe had imagined it, the whole conversation maybe hadn’t gone as espectacular. And this wasn’t a movie, the girl and the guy probably wouldn’t fall back in love just after a conversation at the bar, and maybe it wasn’t breathtaking. And he saw her walking back up to Tom, and kissed his lips. Not his cheek, his lips.

But Tim did have an oh shit moment, it was different from that moment when y/n had walked into the lecture, 16 minutes late. It was the oh shit moment when Tim realized it, the repetitive script we’ve all learned and adored from movies wouldn’t replicate in Tim’s life. Not for now, at least. Because y/n, for once, had liked the ice cream.

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parkersharthook · 5 years ago

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Sorry For The Disruption

(Tom x female!reader)

warnings: mentions of weed, I think some curse words

1.8K+ words

Requested by the lovely @im-not-okay-i-promise1452 You’re a teacher and now with this quarantine and social distancing situation going on, you’re expected to teach your classes from the “comfort” of your apartment. Unfortunately, this idea doesn’t really accommodate for those that will be living with three loud boys who never know when to be quiet

~.~

“yeah mom I still have classes, it’ll all just be online now.” There was a pause as you fiddled with your apartment keys, “The kids are gonna hate it.”

Well that sucks honey, I’m sorry.

You shrugged, forcing your screen to press harder against your cheek. “it’s not that big of a deal. It’ll take some time to get used to, but my kids are smart and I’m sure they’ll do just fine.”

You’re planning on staying in, right?

“yeah, I just ran to the supermarket to do some grocery shopping but we should be good for the next week and a half at least.”

You didn’t bulk buy, did you? Everyone is doing that here and I was barely able to get any toilet paper.

You let out a small chuckle as you pushed into your apartment, “no mom I didn’t. Just got some necessities and did regular grocery shopping. I’ll go back out in a week or two or I’ll have some new supplies delivered. We’ll see how bad it all gets.”

Ok well stay safe sweetheart. Tom’s home right?

“yeah he is.” You set the bags on the counter and smiled as you watched Tom immediately go to the hallway to help with the rest.

Is anyone staying with you through this? I know you guys have friends over a lot.

“Yeah.” You shifted the phone to your other ear. “Harrison’s apartment is getting fumigated so he’ll be staying with us. And I think Harry is staying with us for a week too, I’m pretty sure he’s sick of his house right now.”

I know the feeling. Your sister is trying to figure this online thing out and I’m trying to be patient with her but she’s driving me crazy.

You frowned slightly, wishing you could be there to help out. “Well I’m sorry I’m not there. I would’ve come to help out if I knew there would be a travel ban.”

Oh it’s okay sweetheart. It’s pretty bad over here too. I think we just need to stay home and stay calm.

“yeah…” You sighed and ran a hand through your hair, “how is y/s/n taking all of this?”

She’s sad. Her prom and graduation just got cancelled so she spent yesterday crying. She’s trying to play it off but I know it’s affecting her.

“I’m sure. That’s definitely not how I would’ve wanted my senior year to go.”

There’s still a chance that they’ll have a dance or something at the school if this all calms down so we’ll see.

“well I hope it all works out for her. I’m gonna let you go mom, I have to put away some groceries and I’m sure you have work to do as well.”

Okay honey. I’ll talk to you soon and please keep in touch.

“I will. Love you.”

Love you.

A deep sigh and a click to the phone and you were washed in silence. It didn’t last long though as Tom strolled through the door with his arms full of groceries.

He smiled and pecked your cheek. “are you sure you didn’t bulk buy?”

You rolled your eyes and started putting away some cans. “please, you eat this much every week. And now we’re feeding Haz and Harry. I had to get a lot.”

“you’re sure you’re okay with them staying this week?” His hand grazed your waist as he passed by you in the small kitchen.

You smiled warmly at him, “of course. They’re my family too.”

Tom returned the smile and gave you a chaste kiss. You didn’t want to break it, but you had frozens. You gave him one last peck before turning and opening the freezer. “I do have an online class tonight though so I’ll need you guys to be somewhat quiet.”

“do you need the den?”

You shook your head, reaching up on your tip toes to put away a can of peanuts. Tom smiled and came behind you, easily taking it from your hand and placing it on the shelf.

“I’ll let you guys have the common spaces, I’ll just use the desk in our room.”

“okay love.” Tom pecked your cheek and gave your waist a squeeze. A ding came from his phone and he spun around to check it. “they’re here.”

“one last kiss?”

“of course.” He smiled as he pressed his lips softly against yours. You quickly wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him in deeper. You knew that your PDA would be cut back with both his best friend and brother in the apartment. You needed to make this kiss last. You felt his strong, warm hands come around your back and lower to the curve of your ass. And right as you were about to kiss him even deeper- ping!

You groaned slightly and pulled away, patting his chest to signal the end. He smiled at you sympathetically before moving to the door to let them in. There was a sudden rush of noise as the two boys quickly came in with their luggage and greeted Tom before coming to you. You smiled through the oncoming headache… you could do this.

~.~

“I have my class for the next 45 minutes or so, so I’m gonna need y’all to be somewhat quiet.” You told the three as you grabbed your laptop and backpack and moved towards the bedroom.

“we’re doing a puzzle; how loud could we get?” Harry said as he studied the box.

“knowing you guys? Pretty loud.” You sent them a warning glare before you went back to the bedroom. You sat in the office chair, opened your laptop, and launched the meeting for your students.

You waited patiently as your students slowly began to pop up on your screens in various degrees of ready. Some were wearing pajamas, one was in a very vibrant and tight dress, another boy was shirtless, and there was even one smoking a blunt. You rubbed your head, why did I start teaching high schoolers?

“Okay guys I know this whole thing is a little weird and this is our first meeting so this will be more like an orientation but I do have to go over a few rules.” You sighed as you started talking to your class. “Each session will be recorded for educational and safety purposes so Ryan, I really suggest no smoking on camera. You all also need to be appropriately dressed so Dylan you need to put a shirt on and Ashley, I would recommend a sweater. I personally don’t care if you guys eat while in these sessions, I know a lot of them might interrupt your day to day life but please either mute yourself or chew quietly because that is a gross sound to hear over video.”

There was a small wave of chuckles that went across your students. You watched as your two students that needed to change throw on sweatshirts but unfortunately Ryan was still smoking.

“Ryan I really need you to-”

“Babe! We need you to settle a debate.” You whipped around to see Tom’s head poking through the door.

“Tom, I’m teaching a class!”

He grimaced, “sorry! Sorry y/n’s class!” he quickly ducked out of the room leaving you to groan and spend back around to your class.

“sorry about that guys. Much like you, me and my family are all working from home so it’s a little chaotic.”

“Was that your fiancé?” Gemma asked.

You smiled and nodded. You knew your students knew you had a fiancé, but you had been very secretive about who he was. You knew that your students would never get any work done if they knew that Tom Holland was your boyfriend.

“again sorry about that. Let’s get back to this. Ryan, I’m really going to need you to put that out.” A beat. “thank you. So basically with this class we’ll have a few online assignments-” CRASH!

“Ah what the hell Harry?!”

“I didn’t do anything!”

“well obviously you did!”

You frowned deeply and apologized to your students before getting up and going to the door, opening it and looking down the hallway. You saw probably half of their 1000 piece puzzle on the floor. “You guys really need to be quiet. I’m trying to teach!” You slammed the door and stomped back over to the computer.

“I’m going to try to get this out as quick as possible because obviously everyone in my household doesn’t know how to be quiet. I’ll be assigning a few online things, but I don’t want to just stick you guys with busy work. We’ll be meeting twice a week on zoom so you guys can ask me any questions you have on any of the work. I will also be available to reach by email from 9 to 4 everyday so if you have any questions just email me. Ummm, I understand that this change to online is hard for all of us so I’ll definitely try to be flexible with you guys and I ask that you do the same for me. Any questions?”

Margaret raised her hand, “are our tests and quizzes going to be online?”

You nodded, “yeah they will. The teachers are still working with the school to figure everything out so when I have more information on that I will let you know. Anything else?”

“If we can’t make a meeting what should we do?”

“well every meeting will be recorded so you can access-”

“Y/n!” You looked to the door with an angry expression but before you could stop him, he ran over and grabbed your hand. “we finished the puzzle first! You got to come see!”

“Tom I’m still teaching!” You quickly pulled your hand away and lightly pushed him out of the frame.

“I am so sorry you guys.”

“was that Tom Holland?!”

“Is Tom Holland your fiancé?!”

Your students rattled of questions faster than you could comprehend them and all you could do was glare at tom as he smiled sheepishly. He mouthed sorry as you narrowed your eyes at him.

“I am so sorry but obviously we won’t be talking about anything else and I don’t want to keep you longer than I have to so please email me any and all of your questions. Bye guys!” You ended the meeting before they could respond and you instantly whipped around to face Tom.

“Love... I am so sorry.” Tom began slowly.

You closed your eyes slowly and then opened them back up with a tight smile present on your face. “Thomas Stanley, you are answering every email about you because I cannot handle that right now.”

You could hear Haz and Harry’s laughter from the other room. Fuck, you didn’t know if you could do this for 3 weeks.

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hale-13 · 4 years ago

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State of Grace

By Hale13

For the Summer of Whump Day 28 Prompt - Display and

Identity Reveal Bingo Prompt - “Were you ever planning to tell me?”

Peter can do this. It’s just high school and he’s only been on the run from the American government for the whole summer. He can do this.

Words: 2220, Chapters: 1/1 (Complete), Language: English

Fandoms: Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies)

Rating: Gen

Relationships: Peter Parker & May Parker, Peter Parker & Ned Leeds, Peter Parker/Michelle Jones, Peter Parker & Happy Hogan

Characters: Peter Parker, May Parker, Ned Leeds, Michelle Jones, Happy Hogan, Flash Thompson

TW: Mild Panic, Angst

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“Are you okay?” May asks him, leaned against the frame of his open door, a steaming cup of coffee in her hand and a silk robe knotted shut over her pajamas.

“Sure. I’m fine,” Peter says and holds back a wince – he doesn’t even believe himself. He continues to fiddle with the new notebooks he’s shoving in his ratty book bag, fraying and stained from his summer on the run. May offered to get him a new one but he had – stupidly – declined. And, yes, he regrets it now.

The look May levels him with is one of disbelief but he chooses to ignore it in favor of completely unpacking and repacking his bag, shoving his suit into the dark recesses and trying to ignore it. He hasn’t been out as Spider-Man since… well anyway he doesn’t really use his suit as much anymore but he can’t stand to not have it with him. He hasn’t told his SHIELD assigned therapist that yet but he can imagine what she would say.

It’s not pretty.

“You look real fine,” May tells him in her no nonsense way but then her face softens. “You know you don’t have to do this right sweetie? You can home school if you want?”

Peter’s fingers tap a staccato rhythm against his pants leg and he clenches his fist tight enough to turn his knuckles white to stop it. “I know May,” he says. He did consider it for a while but he genuinely loved Midtown and he wanted to have a normal senior year with Ned and MJ; apply to colleges, go to prom and on dates with MJ, graduate. He wanted to get into MIT just like Mr. Stark and share a dorm with Ned and just… be normal.

May lets out a sigh and enters the room, setting her cooling coffee mug on his desk and untangling his fingers from the strap of his bag before pulling him into a warm hug. Peter melts into her and reaches his arms up to hug her back gently. He loves her more than anything and he absolutely hates what he’s put her through. He hates that she can’t work at FEAST anymore, that she basically has to have a bodyguard with her everywhere she goes because of him. That all of her friends have alienated her except for Pepper Potts who lives over two hours away and can’t really visit.

“It’s going to be okay Petey,” she tells him softly as she rocks them back and forth using his childhood nickname and making tears well in his eyes. He’s already cried twice in the last twelve hours so he needs to dry it up or he’s going to look like even more of a mess when he gets to school. “I believe in you and I know you can do it but just know you can leave at any point okay? Remember the meeting with Morita? Just ask and you can leave.”

“I know,” Peter says into her hair – it smells like her favorite jasmine shampoo and the familiar scent is comforting. “I’ll be fine.”

A knock sounds at the door ending their embrace and May looks at her watch and frowns. “Happy’s early,” she mutters, grabbing her coffee cup and shuffling to the door. “Finish packing!” She calls over her shoulder and Peter haphazardly shoves the rest of his things into his bag so that he can join her in the living room as she opens the door and lets out a soft ‘oh’.

“Ned?” Peter says, confused at seeing his best friend in the hallway outside his front door smiling a massive smile. “MJ?” His girlfriend stands next to Ned looking just as bored and unaffected as usual except for the slightly faintly look in her eye that he knows means she’s nervous. “What are you doing here?”

“Did you honestly think we were going to let you rejoin society completely on your own?” MJ asks with a raised eye brow and a smirk.

“Yeah Peter what do you take us for?” Ned jokes, walking through the open door and giving May a quick hug as she closes the door behind them.

And, yeah, here come the waterworks again Peter thinks as he sniffs wetly. Ned and MJ had both spent most of the summer on the run with him or hiding in Dr. Strange’s weird house and he knows today is just a big of a deal for them as it is for him and he never would have thought that they would… he sniffs again and wipes his eyes. “Thanks,” he says sincerely, choked up as he pulls them both in for a hug.

Ned returns the hug, now just as emotional but he can basically feel MJ’s eye roll as she returns his hug. “I can’t believe you actually thought we weren’t going to be here after everything loser,” her voice is fond and Peter squeezes her just a bit tighter. “Besides, I want to see the look on Flash’s face – he has such a massive crush on Spider-Man that his face will make a great addition to my ‘In Distress’ series.”

Ned and Peter both laugh and Peter releases them both. He revels in the warmth for just one more minute before he sobers to say “You don’t have to do this. It could put a target on your backs and I don’t want you to get hurt.” Ned and MJ share a commiserating look with each other before leveling Peter with twin glares and he holds up his hands in surrender. “Just checking!”

He had tried to break ties with both of them when he left at the beginning of the summer but was told, under no uncertain terms, that he wasn’t allowed to make their decisions for them. MJ’s impassioned speech had also contained a thirty minute detailed history of women’s rights and how chivalry was just another way men belittled them and Peter really couldn’t love her any more if he tried.

Before either one of them got the opportunity to lecture Peter again there was a brief knock at the door before Happy opened it and walked in, studiously avoiding looking at May who was fighting a smile of her own. They had been on-again-off-again for months and Peter really didn’t want to think about it. “Hey Happy!” He said, going for bright but falling short and flat. Graciously, no one pointed it out.

“Didn’t know I was chauffeuring half of your school,” he grumbled and Peter’s smile became more genuine – Happy liked to pretend to be gruff but they all had his number – he was super soft and gooey on the inside. “You ready to go?”

Was he ready to go? No, not really, but he needed to so he just nodded, tightening his bag straps around his shoulders and turning to pull May into another quick hug. “I’ll see you after school,” she whispered into his ear with another quick squeeze before moving on to repeat the gesture with Ned and MJ. “Have a good day!” She told all of them as Peter slipped his hand into Michelle’s and followed Happy to the elevator. One of the two SHIELD agents that were constantly stationed outside his apartment followed behind them as unobtrusively as possible but it still made Peter’s skin crawl.

Nick Fury – the real one, not the Skrull (holy shit an actual shape-shifting alien!) that Peter had met in Europe – had assigned he and May a full security detail once he had been cleared of all charges. Peter had hoped they would be gone by the time school started but Fury was nothing if not cautious and Peter had to accept that they would probably be following him for most of the school year. At least he had managed to talk Fury and Hill into keeping them outside the school so he wasn’t being followed by a bunch of guys in suits to all of his high school classes.

“You good kid?” Happy asked once they had slipped into his town car and pulled away from the curb, Peter sitting in between Ned and MJ and a SHIELD vehicle following closely behind them as they navigated the Queens streets.

“Yep. I’m good. Great. So good,” Peter rambled, ignoring the heavy looks MJ, Ned and Happy all shared.

“You sound great,” Happy said sarcastically, flicking his eyes back to the road. The rest of the car ride to Midtown was filled with oppressive silence as Peter’s heart rate ratcheted up higher and higher the closer they got until it felt like it was pounding in his chest when they pulled into the parking lot. The group of four SHIELD agents behind them all left their SUV and ignored the curious stares of the mass of teenagers milling in front of the school as they disappeared into the masses.

“You ready to go Tiger?” MJ asked, taking Peter’s hand and squeezing it again.

Peter gulped, his mouth and throat suddenly dry. “Sure,” he croaked out.

“Dude,” Ned muttered. “You don’t have to do this; you know that right? You don’t have anything to prove.”

“I know,” Peter agreed. “But I need to do this.”

Ned studied his intently for another moment before nodding once. “Then lets go.”

The yard fell completely silent for about ten seconds when Peter exited the car, flanked by Ned and MJ, before everyone started furiously gossiping and pointing at him. Perter felt his cheeks heat up and he ducked his head. “Ignore them,” MJ said, grabbing Ned’s hand with her free one and pulling both of them forward. The crowd parted for them, staring at Peter like he was on display but no one dared to risk MJ’s wrath and approach them.

The hall’s were just as crowded when they stumbled through the front doors but the flood of students inside must have already heard about their arrival since they were, with the level of failed surreptitiousness that only teenagers could achieve, taking pictures and videos of Peter’s entrance into the school. He could feel his face paling and he let his eyes glaze over and go out of focus as his breath quickened.

“Don’t,” MJ said, pulling him along to his locker. “Get your chin up,” she hissed at him, “they’re piranhas, don’t show weakness.”

“Don’t show weakness,” Peter said weakly, feeling a little faint. “Right.”

“Back off,” he heard Ned say angrily to a group of juniors who were approaching Peter with hungry expressions and phones out. “Don’t you have a class to get to?”

“Clear the halls!” Mr. Harrington called from outside his classroom. “Home room starts in two minutes! Get a move on!” He caught Peter’s eye and winked at him as he started herding the unruly groups along and Peter felt something settle in his just a little.

‘Come on Spider-Man,’ He said, cracking his neck a bit and trying to hype himself up. ‘Come on Peter. They’re just people. You’ve got this.’ He rolled his shoulders back and kept walking, trying to put more confidence in his step and ignoring the surprised faces of his friends as he pushed through the crowd to his locker.

Ned split off to head a little further down the hall to get his own things but Michelle opened the locker next to his and gave him a self-satisfied smile. “That was hot,” she told him with a ridiculous wiggle of her eye brows and he let out a loud laugh, giving her a fond look as he stowed his gym bag and slammed the door shut.

“I’ll have to keep it up then,” he said, trying for confident and focusing on her slightly chapped lips. He really wanted to kiss her.

She snorted and grabbed his hand again. “Later Tiger,” she promised. “But only if you make it through the whole day.”

He grinned back at her, finally settling and ignoring all the people watching them. “How could I not with a promise like that?”

Ned had just joined them when, out of nowhere, Flash planted himself directly in their path, leveling an angry glare at Peter opening and closing his mouth a few times before finally just pointing at him.

“Yes Flash?” Peter asked, confused and tilting his head to the side at his frenemies odd behavior. Flash let out a growl of frustration.

“You’re Spider-Man,” he finally said.

“Uh…” Peter said, taken aback a little. “Yeah? Old news right?”

“You’re Spider-Man,” he said again, sounding beyond angry and yanking at his slicked back hair, mussing it. “You actually let me… I’m Spider-Man’s biggest… you let me call you penis!”

Ned snorted, his face turning red from trying to contain his laugh and even MJ looked a little smug. Perter just smiled. “And?”

Flash dropped his hand, looking crestfallen. “We’re you ever planning to tell me?”

“It’s called a secret identity for a reason Flash,” Peter pointed out and Flash rolled his eyes.

“Fair point I guess,” he agreed, hitching his bag up his shoulder. “See you at lunch Parker.”

Peter stared after him, bemused. “Did that just happen?”

“Oh yeah,” Ned cackled. “And I filmed it!”

Peter laughed and started walking again just as the first bell rang. Maybe he could do this after all.

#summerofwhump #summerofwhump28 #Prompt: Display #identityrevealbingo2021 #Prompt: Were you ever planning to tell me?#spider man #Summer of Whump 2021 #Identity Reveal Bingo 2021

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broccoliboix5peepeeman · 4 years ago

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Just want to say I ♥️ your blog & your writings!! That being said, I'd like to request a prompt where Shoto confess his feelings to Izuku, only for said confession to trigger Izu's unpleasant memories from his middle school days. (Think of the bad memories as/like the flashback prom scene from the 1999 film "Never Been Kissed") 'K, that's all I want to say. TYSM & ILYSM 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

Ohmigosh thank you so much ILY2?!?!?! Of course, friendo - hope you enjoy! 💖💖💖 (I haven’t watched Never Been Kissed, but I looked up the scene for reference and changed a few things, hope that’s okay! :))

(Izuku, sweetie, I am so sorry for what I’m about to do to you, but it’ll be okay in the end I promise)

Izuku stared at Aizawa's back tiredly and sighed. Usually, he'd be scribbling away in his workbook at the mere prospect of learning more about the emergence of heroes, but he found that his heart just wasn't in it today.

He hadn’t slept much the night before and the quirk training that his class had completed last period was still on his mind, draining all of his energy in more ways than one. Not only was Izuku physically exhausted from it, but his mind was also reaching its wit’s end. Every time he closed his eyes, instead of strategies and new ways to adapt One for All, his vision was filled with very distracting images of Todoroki.

The two of them had been sparring partners for their training and it had started off great. Both of them had been performing quite admirably, he reckoned, until his crush had somehow managed to burn his shirt off again, causing Izuku to stumble on his feet for a moment. Eventually, he had managed to pin his friend to the ground, claiming his victory in front of the class, but it didn’t stop there. While his peers had let out a series of whoops, Izuku could focus only on the way Todoroki had gazed up at him, flustered and panting heavily; he looked like he wanted to tell Izuku something.

He was jolted out of his stupor when a clump of paper hit him across the face and fell onto his desk. Looking at the offending material with suspicion, he discreetly opened it to find Uraraka's handwriting staring back at him.

“Todoroki-kun is watching you.”

Izuku looked up to meet his friend's knowing eyes and scowled. Uraraka merely smirked in response and wiggled her eyebrows suggestively.

Unable to stop himself, he lobbed the paper back at her. The ball hit his friend square in the forehead, eliciting a surprised shriek from her. Izuku felt a little guilty when Aizawa turned to look at her, unimpressed, but that didn’t stop a smug grin from plastering to his face.

He then chanced a look back and found Todoroki gazing at him almost longingly. When they made eye contact, Izuku’s eyes widened and he quickly whipped his head back around, trying to ignore the heat flooding to his cheeks.

Todoroki-kun was watching me!

☀️🌙

'Deku-kun, you can't keep going like this!'

'I can, I shall and I will.' Izuku replied easily, gathering his things into his backpack. The last bell had just rung, prompting Uraraka to immediately bolt out of her seat to nag him about Todoroki.

'Come on! He totally likes you back! He hasn't taken his eyes off you since you straddled him in front of the class - not that he doesn't always stare at you, but usually he has more tact-'

'Uraraka-chan, stop. It's not gonna happen.' As much as he knew that his friend was only trying to help, he didn't like it. Uraraka was giving him hope and Izuku had learnt early on in his life that hope almost always ended in disappointment.

He sighed heavily. 'He doesn't even think of me that wa-'

Suddenly, someone tapped him on the shoulder and Izuku leapt several metres into the air with a shriek, promptly bashed his head on the ceiling and collapsed to the ground with a groan.

'Midoriya!' Todoroki knelt down beside him, his expression one of concern, while Uraraka's distant cackling could be heard in the background. 'Are you okay? I didn't mean to scare you.'

'N- No, it's okay, Todoroki-kun! Sorry for worrying you.' He accepted his friend's outstretched hand and pulled himself to his feet, dusting his clothes. Izuku then peered up at his crush to find him staring at his shoes, clearly nervous. 'What did you want to talk about?'

Pink dusted Todoroki's cheeks and Izuku had to restrain himself from outwardly cooing.

'Can we talk in private?' He rubbed the back of his neck, quickly glancing at Uraraka, who seemed to take the hint, for once.

'Okayyyy! Meet you two back in the common room!' As she bounced past them, she gave Izuku a knowing look and mouthed details later, before shutting the door behind her.

Silence fell over them then, broken only by Izuku's rapid heartbeat that was drumming in his ears. He watched as Todoroki shuffled on his feet and scratched his cheek out of habit.

‘I’ve been wanting to tell you for a while but I’m not very good with words, not like you are. I tried writing it down, practicing in front of a mirror - I even asked Yaoyorozu for help, but I don’t think it was very useful, so I gave up and tried to forget about it.’ Todoroki swallowed heavily and raised his eyes to where Izuku’s tie was. ‘But I can’t. Everywhere I go, I think of you; your smile, the way you can light up an entire room, everything about you is just so unforgettable.’

‘Todoroki-kun...’

‘And then we had that sparring session and you pinned me, but I wasn’t even mad about losing. All I could think about was the way you were looking at me. You looked so gorgeous and I felt so lucky. I wanted to tell you as much, but then everyone started cheering, so I didn’t, but in that moment I realised that if I don’t tell you, I’ll regret it for the rest of my life, so here it goes.’

Todoroki finally looked up to meet his eyes.

'I think I'm in love with you, Midoriya.'

Izuku's heart stopped.

☀️🌙

Before he could comprehend what was happening, someone grabbed his hand and pulled him into an empty classroom, shutting the door behind them.

Taking in his surroundings, Izuku turned to find Aina, a girl from his class that he had harboured a crush for, for a while now. She looked at him through heavy-lidded blue eyes. Immediately, a blush formed across his face and Izuku swallowed thickly - no one had ever looked at him like that before.

'Er… I-' His attempt to gain some insight into the situation was quickly stifled by his inability to speak without stuttering. 'Wha- How can I he-'

'I think I'm in love with you.' She suddenly exclaimed, passion laced in her voice.

Izuku blinked once, then twice… Then he scrambled to hide his face with his arms as the weight of the confession finally hit him.

'WHAT?!' He squeaked a little bit too loudly.

Aina relaxed a little bit and smiled softly at him.

'I said, I think I'm in love with you.' She stepped forward, now less than a metre away. 'You're so handsome and intelligent. I've had a crush on you since last year. I didn't want to say anything because you're too good for me, but I just can't keep it in anymore.'

Izuku took a step back, but Aina just took a step forward to counter him. 'I want to be with you. Please, Midoriya-kun!'

So many thoughts raced through his mind. Aina wanted to be with him?! Aina, who had guys fawning over her 24/7, who was smart and athletic, and had such a useful quirk that allowed her to create basic foods. She really loved him? Quirkless, useless Deku, who liked to mumble to himself and carry around notebooks full of information about heroes that he had never met? It was almost laughable.

‘But I’m quirkless.’ He tilted his head to the side in question. ‘I’m a crybaby who mutters to himself. You can’t possibly like me.’

Aina chuckled quietly at that, which further confused Izuku.

‘I don’t care if you’re quirkless - you have a big heart and that’s all that matters.’ She took another step forward; Izuku blushed at the proximity. ‘I love it when men cry and you’re not afraid to speak your mind. You’re inspiring, Midoriya-kun, truly.’

Izuku knew he shouldn’t believe her - years of developing a thick skin had taught him not to trust anyone… But Aina was looking at him with such sincerity that Izuku allowed himself to hope that maybe it was real. After all, he had always tried to look at things positively. Maybe it wasn’t too bad to allow one person into his life? Aina had never given him any reason to doubt her - she never picked on him like Kacchan and the others did.

‘Really?’ He whispered, tears brimming from the corner of his eyes.

‘Really.’ Aina replied. She rose to her tiptoes and wrapped her arms around Izuku’s neck, eliciting a small squeak from him.

So close!

‘Can I...’ Aina bit her bottom lip, a blush forming across her cheeks. ‘Can I kiss you, Midoriya?’

Izuku's breath hitched and, before he could stop himself, he nodded awkwardly.

Aina laughed and whispered, ‘Close your eyes.’

Izuku swallowed heavily and complied. His eyes fluttered shut and he waited, frantically trying to calm his breathing as his heart pounded against his chest. He felt Aina edge closer to him, until her breath fanned his face and he could smell her perfume. He exhaled shakily, parting his lips in preparation. However, before their lips could meet, his crush suddenly ducked to the side.

She chuckled and whispered into the shell of his ear. ‘Did you really think someone like me could love a quirkless freak like you?’

Izuku’s eyes shot wide open and his stomach dropped when Aina stepped back to smirk at him. She wasn’t alone though; while his eyes had been closed, several others, including Kacchan, had filtered into the room and were staring at him. Some glared at him with disgust, others sniggered with amusement, while Kacchan sneered at him with outright disdain.

‘I- I don’t understand.’ Izuku stuttered out, stepping backwards and knocking the back of his legs against a desk.

‘This is a lesson, Deku.’ Kacchan spat, while Aina grinned from his side. ‘Never hope for anything in your miserable life. You’ll never be a hero.’ He stepped forward. ‘You’ll never have friends.‘

He took another step; Izuku could see himself in the reflection of Kacchan’s crimson irises. ‘And you’ll never be loved by anyone except your poor mum who has no other choice.’

He set off an explosion in Izuku’s face then, knocking him back against the desk. The moment he fell, Aina called out ‘Now’ and the others in the room bustled to action. Before Izuku could comprehend what was happening, several eggs were thrown at him. The first one cracked against his chest, padded by his uniform, but when the next one hit, he wasn’t so lucky. A brittle shell cracked against his forehead, sending its runny innards trailing down his face and sealing his eye shut.

Izuku hastily tried to wipe the yolk away, but when another egg slammed against his left temple, he cried out and curled in on himself. Forgoing any attempts to clean himself or fight back, he crawled into a ball position and waited it out as several more eggs smashed against him, until his shirt was sticky and his hair was plastered to his face.

He wouldn’t cry though. He refused to give them the satisfaction. He panted to control his breathing and when his peers eventually stopped, he gingerly raised his head from his arms. He rubbed at his stinging eye and sat up to find Kacchan and Aina standing over him.

‘Have you learnt your lesson yet, Deku?’ The blonde spoke dangerously. Before Izuku could even open his mouth to respond though, Kacchan raised his arm and, using his quirk, threw his final egg at him.

It struck his nose with a crack and blood shot out of his nostrils. Izuku cried out then, the sheer power behind it sending him back to the dirty floor. Cracked shells dug into his face as he used the sleeve of his uniform to pinch his nose.

Aina bent down then and Izuku stared at her at best as he could with his one working eye. Any feelings he had for her had quickly transformed into a deep loathing that he had only ever felt towards Kacchan.

Blood trickled down into his mouth and Izuku spat it out onto the carpet, indifferent to the way it mixed in with the yellow yolks around him.

‘Anything to say?’ She asked, voice sickeningly sweet. When Izuku remained silent, she snorted, before standing up and following Kacchan out of the room. However, when they reached the door, she looked over her shoulder at him, her words echoing across the room.

‘You are nothing.’

☀️🌙

‘Midoriya? Midoriya, are you okay?’

Izuku sobbed into his hands, eyes squeezed shut as he crouched down. When Todoroki called his name again, the ghost of egg shells cracking against him tickled his skin cruelly and he found himself pushing his friend’s hand away when he tried to touch him.

‘You don’t mean that!’ He shouted, hating how wet his voice sounded. Why Todoroki? Out of all the people, why did it have to be him? Was this another cruel joke? Was Kacchan going to appear with the rest of his class and taunt him like last time?

'I do mean it.' Todoroki pressed, voice almost pleading.

'You can't!' Izuku grit his teeth and pressed the heel of his palms to his eyes. 'I trusted you! Why are you doing this?!'

'I- I'm-' His crush stuttered through his words, the hurt in his voice echoing that of Izuku's heart. 'I'm sorry. I just needed you to know-'

'You're lying!' Izuku exclaimed, tearing his hands away and looking up at Todoroki with red-rimmed eyes. Any other time and he would've quickly noticed just how distraught his friend was, but right now, his mind was plagued by the sniggering faces and humiliating taunts of his peers. He felt nothing but the ache of the purple bruises that had stained his skin for over a week after the incident. He thought of how he had opened his heart once before, only to have had it thrown back in his face.

He blinked as more tears escaped him. 'You don't love me! No one can love me. I'm useless Deku. I am nothing!'

'What are you talking about?' Todoroki frowned; a look of anger flashed across his face and he knelt down to look Izuku in the eye. 'That's not fair, Midoriya. You don't get to tell me how to feel. You don't have to like it, but I love you. Feel free to hate me, to push me away, to wish I was gone from your life forever, but do not call me a liar when I've never been anything but honest with you!'

Izuku froze at that. Memories of when he had finally told Todoroki about One for All came flooding back to him. He remembered how upset his friend had been at the prospect of Izuku not trusting him, how he had promised never to lie to Todoroki again. He remembered how his friend had promised to do the same, even though he had no reason to, and at that moment, Izuku finally realised how foolish he had been.

This wasn't Kacchan or Aina. This was Todoroki, kind, brave and caring. Todoroki, who had followed Izuku into danger more times than he could count. Todoroki, who constantly told him just how amazing he was.

Todoroki... Who had just told Izuku that he loved him.

'Fuck.' He muttered to himself, running his hands down his face. 'I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Todoroki-kun. I wasn't- I didn't…'

'What's wrong?' Dichromatic eyes searched his own for answers. 'Please, Midoriya.'

'This has happened before.' Izuku admitted, wiping his runny nose with his sleeve. He took a deep breath and retold what had occurred all those years ago. As he spoke, he noticed the anger that had resurfaced on Todoroki’s face, albeit it was not directed at him this time.

When Izuku finally finished explaining, he exhaled and looked away, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. ‘Well, now you know.’

‘Midoriya-’ Todoroki began, shaking his head. ‘You- You know I would never do that to you, right?'

Izuku remained silent. Todoroki was right - he knew deep down that he had no reason to doubt his friend, but the nagging voice in his head didn’t care about logic.

Todoroki sighed heavily. ‘You’re my best friend, my first ever friend. I would never intentionally hurt you. I meant what I said before. I love you and we don’t deliberately hurt the ones we love. You taught me that. Be that as it may though, I understand that you don’t feel the same way about me and that’s okay. I can push my feelings aside for the sake of our friendship. Having you in my life is already more than I deserve-’

‘No.’ Izuku reached out a trembling hand and rested it against his friend’s scarred cheek. ‘I don’t deserve you. You’re- You’re amazing, Todoroki-kun, and I-’

He turned away then and bit his lip. It was silly - Izuku had always worn his heart on his sleeve. Why was it now so difficult for him to tell his friend how he was really feeling? He trusted Todoroki with his life, yet something was holding him back.

You’ll never be loved by anyone.

His vision blurred.

You are nothing.

A hand came up to rest against his own and Izuku’s head shot upwards to find Todoroki nuzzling his cheek against his calloused palm. Izuku stared unabashedly at his friend, at the way his jaw relaxed as he gazed right back at him, at the way his dichromatic eyes shone like the sky as the classroom light reflected off his brimming tears, at the way his cheeks were dusted a slight pink and radiated warmth from the contact, and at the way his mouth was slightly upturned as he urged Izuku to carry on, even if it meant rejection.

Todoroki’s courage inspired his own.

‘I- I love you too.’ Izuku squeezed his eyes shut. ‘Truly, I do, and it scares me. It scares me because so much could go wrong. Even if you’re not cruel like Kacchan and Aina, something else could go wrong and I don’t think I could take it if that happened.’

‘Don’t you think it’s worth the risk?’ Todoroki gently removed Izuku’s hand to intertwine their fingers. ‘There’s always a possibility of something going wrong - even if we weren’t training to be heroes. The one thing I am certain of though is that I would never hurt you. I would hold you and treasure you and there isn't a person alive who could stop me from caring about you.’

Izuku's body moved before he could comprehend what was happening. He threw himself forwards and tackled Todoroki to the ground, eliciting a surprised grunt from his friend. As they fell, he held the back of Todoroki's head to protect his crush from the hard floor, not minding the way his knuckles stung slightly from the impact.

'Todoroki-kun…' Izuku nuzzled into his friend's neck, warmth seeping into his very core when gentle arms wrapped around his waist. 'You truly are perfect. Nothing could ever stop me from caring about you either. I love you. I love you so much, and I'm sorry. I'm sorry for doubting you. I'm sorry for-'

'I forgive you.' Todoroki leant his cheek against Izuku's hair, arms tightening around him. 'You were scared. I know what that's like, but you helped me, remember? Let me help you.’

Izuku’s tears drenched his friend’s uniform, but Todoroki said nothing, instead rubbing soothing circles across his back as he sobbed against him. When his eyes eventually dried out and his voice was hoarse, Izuku finally pulled away to look down at his friend. The view was oddly reminiscent of their fight from earlier.

‘Can… Can I kiss you, Midoriya?’ Todoroki asked, raising a hand to cup his jaw.

Izuku smiled down at him, before nodding once. He had had crushes before, but nothing compared to how he was feeling right now. Todoroki wasn’t just some crush, he was his friend, and Izuku would do anything for him without a second thought.

‘Yes.’

Todoroki flashed him a soft smile, before gently guiding Izuku’s head down, lifting his own to meet him halfway. Izuku met soft lips and he felt warmth that he hadn’t known was possible. Their noses bumped together and neither of them seemed to know what to do next, but it was more perfect than he could have ever imagined because he was kissing Todoroki.

‘I love you.’ Izuku whispered against his mouth, relishing in the way Todoroki let out a breathy laugh in response before pressing another kiss to his lips.

Yeah, hope led to disappointment most of the time, but nothing about Todoroki could ever be disappointing to Izuku.

#tododeku #midoriya izuku #todoroki shoto #tw: blood #tw: bullying #bitchy ocs #bk is a bully and a bad person #flashbacks #tw: food #angst #hurt/comfort #AgarJelly writes #wingman ochaco

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laceymorganwrites · 4 years ago

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Crush

Word count: 2,011

Pairing: none

Warnings: swearing

Summary: Atsumu has a crush on you, a third year and misses all the chances to make something out of it.

Song: Crush - Tessa Violet

Tagging: @akaashichigo

Uh, alright I can't focus on what needs to get done

Why the fuck did this always happen to him? He had important things to do, to focus on, he couldn´t have you occupy his mind all the time.

Though it wasn´t really your fault, but then again it was.

You had no right being so beautiful, so intelligent, so funny, so charming, so fucking breathtaking.

Of course he had to catch feelings for you, even though you weren´t even in the same class. Of course he did. He always wanted what he couldn´t have and he kind of got off on the fact that you´d never look his way more than he liked to admit.

I'm on notice hoping that you don't run, ah You think I'm tepid but I'm misdiagnosed

His brother, friends and teammates had enough of him nonstop talking about you. They fucking knew. He had it bad for you, they knew. But that was no excuse for him being distracted all the time during training. They needed him, he was basically the most important part in their play.

It couldn´t go on like this, something needed to be done.

Luckily Kita had just the solution for it, they all thought it would be foolproof. Especially when even Kita had enough of Atsumu´s behavior and lack of concentration.

'Cause I'm a stalker I seen all of your posts, ah-ah

And I'm just tryna play it cool now

Everybody knew the plan and yet everyone was anxious because nobody knew how Atsumu would react.

It all depended on you.

So when you walked into the gym because Kita told you to wait for him there before you´d work on your project together, all eyes were on Atsumu.

It was like he froze in place, his eyes went wide like he couldn´t believe it.

And you didn´t even look at him, you just sat right down in the back and scribbled in your notebook.

But that's not what I wanna do now And I'm not tryna be with you now, you now Mhm

Atsumu tried his hardest to concentrate on the training, but he caught himself staring at you all the time, everyone else noticed too and they were unsure if that was a good thing or not.

“Yer know she´s not looking cause ya suck!” Osamu called out to him, startling his older brother.

And yet his words hit. Atsumu set the ball more accurately and one serve of his even made you look up, which he didn´t notice since he was too focused on the game.

You make it difficult to not overthink And when I'm with you I turn all shades of pink, ah

After practice Kita dragged Atsumu with him to meet you. It was strange how nervous he was, when Kita asked him when Atsumu first started crushing on you, he didn´t want to meet you at all. He cared way too much about what people thought of him, so it scared him that there was a possibility that you could hate him.

Now there was no turning back though, not with Kita dragging him behind him with an iron grip.

“Can we go now, Kita? I think if we hurry up we could finish the project today” you said, barely looking at Atsumu.

“Just a moment, I want you to meet Atsumu. He´s been too afraid to approach you and it´s getting frustrating” he honestly said, even sighing to prove his point.

You chuckled, knowing that he always talked about his teammates, so he must be one of the troublemaker twins. You also thought you saw him around in the hallways some time, but weren´t so sure.

“Just what the hell have you been telling him, Kita? I don´t bite… that hard” you responded, meeting Atsumu´s eyes. He looked at you really intensely, yet didn´t meet your eyes and the blush on his face betrayed him.

I wanna touch you but don't wanna be weird It's such a rush, I'm thinking wish you were here, ah-ahh

And I'm just tryna play it cool now But that's not what I wanna do now And I'm not tryna be with you now, you now

“I´m (Y/N) by the way, but I think you already knew that” you stretched your hand out for him to shake and noticed that his was sweaty and shaking a bit.

“It´s nice to meet you” he forced out, trying to be as polite as possible, he at least wanted to make a good first impression.

“You make a mean serve but I think you also already knew that” you noted, having trouble making conversation with him since he seemed so out of it.

But I could be your crush, like, throw you for a rush, like Hoping you'd text me so I could tell you I been thinking 'bout your touch like Touch, touch, touch, touch, touch I could be your crush, crush, crush, crush, crush I got a fascination with your presentation Making me feel like you're on my island You're my permanent vacation Touch, touch, touch, touch, touch I could be your crush, crush, crush, crush, crush Sorry

“It wasn´t that good, I still need to improve a lot” he said and the worst part about it was that he sounded like he believed it.

“Learn how to take a compliment, will ya?” you smiled, you couldn´t quite figure him out.

Atsumu didn´t seem like the type of guy to get insecure about his abilities, especially as his position as setter, he always seemed so sure of himself. You saw it in his games too, it was weird.

He at least had the decency to look sort of ashamed as you said that, Kita held back a chuckle.

I fill my calendar with stuff I can do Maybe if I'm busy it could keep me from you

Ever since then you came to their training quite often, which was more because you and Kita had to organize quite a bit for graduation and it was easier when you just waited for him. Atsumu became hyper aware of your presence, he wanted to impress you so bad but he knew that you only viewed him as a kouhai. He hated it.

Honestly, he knew that you´d never look at him twice, the only reason you even talked to him was because Kita basically forced you to. You didn´t want to talk to him, you never thought about him, you never imagined what it would feel like to hold his hand, if it would be calloused while yours was so soft, you never yearned to hear his laugh, you never dreamed about how soft your lips might be and you sure as hell couldn´t care less about him.

And I'm pretending you ain't been on my mind But I took an interest in the things that you like, ah-ahh

Kita was worried about the future of the team, you knew that. He always worried about his juniors which was nice, but still, he worried too much for his own good. They´d make it. You had to worry about your exams right now and so should he.

You tried your best to support your friend and get his mind off things but it was hard.

As you sat in the gym, waiting for him and watching the team, you felt a bit of nostalgia, you´d miss going to their games to support them.

Maybe you´d even miss Atusmu, maybe he wasn´t as bad as you thought, but then again, you´d probably never find out.

And I'm just tryna play it cool now But that's not what I wanna do now And I'm not tryna be with you now, you now

“Just ask her already, for fuck´s sake…” Kita groaned and everyone went quiet. He never swore, but then again, if there was a person who´d be able to make him, it´d be Atsumu.

Prom night was coming up and you casually let it slip that you still didn´t have a date, naturally Kita told Atsumu in hopes he´d take the hint. Which he didn´t of course. He was thinking way too much into it, he kept saying how he wasn´t good enough, how you could do so much better and didn´t even like him that way.

“And how the hell are yer gonna find out if all yer ever do is run away from yer feelings?” Osamu punched his shoulder.

In the end he didn´t ask you, chickening out like he always did. It was just a stupid crush anyway and you didn´t even want him to be there. He was the one who had stupid one sided feelings for you, it wasn´t like you did. It wasn´t like you cared, like you ever spared him a glance in the hallways.

He was just one of the annoying twins Kita told you about, he was just the setter of your school´s team, he was just a second year.

And yeah it's true that I'm a little bit intense, right But can you blame me when you keep me on the fence, like And I've been waiting, hoping that you'd wanna text, like Text like It's what I was born to do And yeah it's true that I'm a little bit intense, right But can you blame me when you keep me on the fence, like And I've been waiting, hoping that you'd wanna text, like Text like Ugh

You got ready for prom which you really weren´t looking forward to. It would be so boring with all the speeches from the teachers and the pretentious ones from the student council. Honestly, you weren´t even there yet and you wanted to go home already. At least your friends would be there. You didn´t want to think about graduation and all the responsibilities that would be dumped onto you afterwards. You just wanted to enjoy one more night without anything to think about.

And I'm just tryna play it cool now But that's not what I wanna do now And I'm not tryna be with you now, you now

Atsumu kept on training, it was weird with the third years being gone now and he caught himself look for Kita for advice every time. He missed his captain telling him and Osamu to behave, he missed having him around because it all felt so easy with Kita, he was the best captain he could´ve ever asked for and he vowed that he´d make him proud.

He nearly perfected his serve and was so caught up in denial that he didn´t even face the fact that you graduated and he wouldn´t ever see you again.

It was a week later that it settled in, he missed seeing you in the halls, missed you coming to their games and waiting for Kita at the gym.

Sure, you barely spoke a word, but still, he could´ve made a move if he hadn´t been such a coward. But it was too late for that now, he wouldn´t ever see you again.

It shouldn´t hurt this much, you were just a stupid high school crush.

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trillian-anders · 5 years ago

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amor de mi vida - 1944

pairing: bucky barnes x latinx!reader

warnings: racism, prejudice, fluff, angst, graphic descriptions of concentration camps/gore

word count: 2686

description: Bucky Barnes is a sweet young Brooklyn boy, just on the cusp of manhood, a hopeless romantic that falls in love with almost every girl he sees. when he sets his eyes on a young girl fresh off the boat from Cuba he finds out how hard love can really be.

for @cake-writes 1940s challenge.

note: in this year’s letters bucky goes into detail about what he sees out on the war front, it might be upsetting.

In the middle of Harlem, almost an hour on the train from Brooklyn there was a movie theater you could go to. One that showed the movies of the war effort. Moving pictures that showed Captain America and the Howling Commandos. You could see him there, large and in black and white. Your husband. You cried the first time you saw him in action.

You wrote to him about seeing it. His hair was a little longer than he’d kept it at home. His face was more serious. You could see the dark circles under his eyes that sparked the memory of how he wrote to you about the lack of sleep. How he was always tired now. How the first thing he was going to do after getting home, aside from kissing you and eating dinner at his Ma’s, was sleep.

He’d lost weight. You knew he wasn’t able to eat enough. Not like when he was home. You knew it was something he had to deal with. His last letter talked a little about hunger. The chocolate bars they gave them in their rations, he wrote, were chalky but the sweetest thing he’d had in a while.

He asked if you’d make the dulce de leche you’d made not long before he’d left. Your Mother’s guilty pleasure. He said he could taste it in his dreams. That’s what he wanted, that and his Ma’s spice cake. He wrote about boliche and his Ma’s roast chicken. He wrote about getting ice cream at the soda shop, having a burger at his favorite diner.

You watched a man you couldn’t believe was actually Steve lay out plans on the hood of a war vehicle. Laying out plans for a mission already completed. Your husband, a man you hadn’t seen in two years, fighting tirelessly beside him. You only hoped he would continue to do so. And that this war will end and he will be home soon.

“I wanted to apologize.” Winnie lay her hand over yours, “I was taken off guard by what she said,” Winnie stopped by in the morning bearing a loaf of banana bread wrapped in cloth, still warm from the oven. “I shouldn’t have let her say those things about you.” Truth be told you’d already forgiven Winnie. You could understand that it’s hard, but times were changing. Slowly. But they were.

“Thank you.” For the apology. Winnie cried when you opened the door, it broke your heart a bit. George conveyed her sorrow to you a bit earlier in the week. And the girls came over once or twice to check in and brought food with them each time, undoubtedly made by Winnie.

Bucky and Steve. The Howling Commandos. He didn’t outright say it, but he was doing dangerous work. That you knew. These side missions, these bases they were infiltrating, something to do with a cell called Hydra. A brutal underbelly of the Nazi regime. Something deeper, more sinister with worse intentions.

It made your heart leap in your chest every time there was a knock on the door. The fear that it would be someone from the government coming to tell you that Bucky was gone. That he wasn’t coming home.

But his letters kept coming. Fewer in number than they had before.

It’s harder to write when they’ve got us in the middle of nowhere. He says. They ship the commandos all over Europe. Chasing after Hydra cells. He sends out the letters in a thick stack when he can. Steve met a woman, he says. Margaret Carter.

Bucky says you’d like her. And how when they get home the four of you should go out. A double date. Some realm of normalcy after the horrors he sees out there.

He talks about something truly horrible. They were skin and bones, these kids. These people. Starved half to death. Flies on their bodies as though they were already dead. Taken from the concentration camps and put in these Hydra facilities to be experimented on. Bodies left to rot in the cells with them.

The smell, he says. He doesn’t think he will ever forget that smell.

These aren’t in the letters he sends to his family.

He said he started having nightmares. He couldn’t understand how someone could do something so evil. To hate someone so passionately for what they believed. For who they were. But then again, he hates them for what they believed, for who they were. These monsters who ripped people from their homes and starve, beat, and kill them.

He just wants to be home. He sends a pressed peony on your anniversary.

I love you, he says, more than anything. I can’t wait to see you again.

He acts like he’s not afraid, because he doesn’t want to worry you. He says that the allies are winning, that he’ll be home in no time.

“Are you Y/N Barnes?” Usually you don’t get bothered while out. Most women who shopped at this grocery store ignored you, the rumors of whether you were hired help or housewife circulated, but they were all too afraid to ask. It was impolite after all. And most believed you were the Help regardless.

“Yes, can I help you?” Your english had gotten better but was still heavily accented. The woman behind you had a soft smile, you didn’t recognize her as someone you knew but the younger girl behind her looked to be Becca’s age. The Mother blushed,

“I’m sorry to bother you,” Her voice soft, so those around could not overhear, she stepped closer to you, “My daughter is infatuated with the dress Rebecca Barnes was wearing last Sunday in church and Rebecca says that you’re the one who made it.” You did. It was a soft blue for the oncoming spring. Yellow daisies hand stitched into the skirt.

“I did.” The basket in your hands was growing heavy with the fresh peaches they’d recently gotten in, you weren’t sure where this woman was going with this.

“Would you be able to make my daughter a dress just as fine?” The woman asked, “I’d be happy to pay you.” The young girl, fourteen, looked hopeful behind her mother. “A dress like that would probably be ten dollars in the store? Does that sound fair?”

“What color would you like?” Ten dollars was good money for a dress. You couldn’t say no and the woman and her daughter were both very sweet. You’d worked hard on the dress for seven days before she came to pick it up. Her daughter cooing over the fabric and turning around in the mirror as you made final measurements. The blush pink and white stitching, blush pink roses soft in the hem.

“Thank you very much.” The Mother, handing you the money as payment for the dress now zipped in a garment bag they’d brought. “I’m sure once I wring a little more out of my husband's pockets we will be back for more.”

One dress became another, and another Mother wanted a dress for her daughter, and then the other girls in Becca’s class asking for dresses. Suddenly you were making your own money, not in the factory this time, but enough to keep your fingers busy and give you something to do during the day with the help of Winnie.

Winnie would help you measure and fit the girls. She would help you with the basic stitching when the orders piled up, you would work on the finer details. The small stitching. The tug and pull of forming flowers.

You excitedly wrote to Bucky about it.

Once you were married he didn’t want you working at the factory anymore. “It’s a death trap.” He explained. But people could get away with a lot when it came to immigrants. Poor working conditions, not having the proper ventilation, and the long hours. You were doing the very thing he encouraged you to do all along.

But making dresses for family was vastly different than making dresses for strangers. When prom season came around you were up to your ears in tulle and velvet.

It seemed a little arbitrary, but he praised you for it anyway. You imagined him covered in dirt, out in the heat of summer, blood on his boots and an empty belly, writing this letter telling you how proud he was that you were doing something you loved doing. It felt heavy in your stomach.

Like it was unfair.

But his checks went into the same account you put this money into. And it was good money. A plan for the future.

A woman brought her baby once. A sweet fat little thing. Yes, she wailed and cried, she tugged on your hair and just about ripped the earring out of your ear but it gave a new craving. You wanted to start a family.

You thanked God that you hadn’t gotten pregnant before Bucky left, a baby was hard to handle alone. And with the stress and heartache with him being overseas you weren’t sure you could have handled having a baby going on two years old now. But when he got home, it was something to be brought up. A maternal craving you didn’t know you had.

The summer brought backyard barbecues and trips to the beach. For Bucky it was a little different.

He wrote about some nice things. The countryside. Steve rambling incessantly about his new girl. A village that made them a decent meal. He said that he’d forgotten what good food tasted like. He wrote about how he got to sleep in an actual bed for the first time in a while. About how he got to meet Howard Stark. That Steve knew him. That Stark helped him become whatever he is now. Stronger, faster, a super soldier.

Stark was talking about starting an organization to deal with people like this, Hydra. To keep groups like this from taking root. He offered Bucky a job when he gets back to New York. But that would be a conversation for another day, he writes, he wasn’t sure what he wanted to do.

He also wrote about the Russians liberating a camp, how they felt like they were getting closer to the goal. He said this time next year he should be home with you the way it’s looking now. There were a number of hydra bases left, but they’ve spent the better part of a year eradicating them.

These letters that were being read by you now, albeit slowly, but Suzy was no longer looking over your shoulder became brazen, a little racy.

Bucky wrote about how he dreams of you, every night. How you feel against him. How you taste on his tongue. You felt heat grow in your cheeks reading about it. He talked about how he looked at your picture every day, how he craved your lips. How your hair felt in his hands. How your body felt under his.

You wrote back about tracing your fingers over his back, trailing your lips there. The closeness that sex brought you. How it made you feel. A breath apart and panting with it. The reunion was craved by both sides. The longing in the letters was clear. But it quickly turned sour.

There was a husband, he wrote, in one of the villages. He’d gotten to safety. But his wife was taken. There was a Hydra base nearby. These men, he wrote, come whenever they want, whatever time of day they want, and they rob these people who have no means to defend themselves. When they found the base, it was similar to the others. He didn’t want you to know what conditions he was put under, so he never described it to you. But you could assume it was terrible with the way they found the people there.

The man’s wife was dead. And he described how this man fell in the street. The emotion of it, raw and powerful. It broke your heart. He lamented about how the man told him that he’d met his love as a child. He spent his entire life with her. And now she’s gone. He asked what he should do. Because he didn’t know. And he wasn’t the only civilian who experienced loss that day.

The sorrow was palpable, he wrote, there were no songs of victory by the campfire that night. There was no celebration. The village was small enough that everyone lost someone, and it was felt.

The summer closed with the boys back in London, seemingly the home base for whatever missions they’d been working on. And there was something big, or so Bucky eluded to. He couldn’t say to compromise the mission, but it was something big. He didn’t know exactly what would happen, but it was the beginning of the end, the real end. Of Hydra and Nazi Germany.

It gave you hope. Maybe he’ll be home soon. Maybe this war will finally be over and he’ll be home, safe.

Communication was tight for the rest of the year. Something you chose to ignore by making the girl’s fall and winter dresses. Throwing yourself into your dress orders, an entire room in the house, one that would, god willing, be a room for one of your future children, covered in crushed blue velvet and rich greens and reds. You’d gotten a beautiful champagne colored tule you couldn’t help but buy along with some frivolous ribbons and playful buttons to change up the looks of the back of the dresses.

It was something easy to focus on, mindful and relaxing tasks that took your mind off of the fact that letters were fewer than ever and your husband was thousands of miles away doing truly dangerous work.

The Barnes household was buzzing with activity. All morning preparations for Christmas dinner, straight after Church you found yourself in the Barnes’ kitchen peeling potatoes, cutting carrots, and trussing a turkey.

Softly in the background was a memory of last year. I’ll Be Home for Christmas. The optimism of last year drowned with the optimism for next year. Bucky said he feels like it will be over soon. And hopefully it will be.

There was a stack of presents accumulated from last year's Christmas and birthdays, and the year before’s. Waiting for him to open.

“Maybe he’ll be home by his birthday.” Ginny was twenty and beautiful, now with a steady boyfriend you were sure would propose any day now.

The room was light and hopeful. George Barnes was stringing cranberries with Rebecca and Suzy, and now eighteen-year-old Ruth was reading a letter that had just arrived for the family.

“They got to see a USO show before going back out.” Ruth reads, “Dinah Shore.” You looked at her confused. You didn’t know who Dinah Shore was. “She sings ‘Yes, My Darling Daughter’, she was in ‘Thank Your Stars’.” You shake your head, never having heard the song or seen that movie before. Ruth shrugs, a smile on her face, “She’s blonde and pretty.” As an explanation to why they would have Dinah Shore try to raise the morale of the troops. A laugh was shared. “He said that he’s never going to eat another can of beans for the rest of his life.”

You focused on placing the turkey in the oven. There was some unfound jealousy at the thought of your husband screaming and shouting, hollering at a woman sent to perform for them. It was dumb, but it was there.

You tried to remind yourself about his last letter, the one he’d written before he left for his mission. He’d written enough to stagger out some letters, but you were afraid they were going to stop coming all together. You felt like you were being silly having jealousy about some woman who you didn’t even know. And it quickly went away as you thought about maybe this time next year. Maybe it’ll be all over. And that extra spot at the table will be filled.

You could only hope.

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trying-write-fanfics · 4 years ago

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Shouji Mezo X Reader part 15 remember

It was exam season. Y/n was tasked to help make the study guides and reviews for the class while Aizawa make the class scared over the test. There were two tests, one on their skills and a written one. The class freaked out on how they were gonna study and train. Y/n got to skip teaching aid days to take her own exams.

“How were your exams? You got to take yours before ours.” Momo asked at lunch.

“Aced them all.” Y/n told them.

All their jaws dropped.

“I’ve never seen you read a book for any of your classes!” Jirou expressed her shock.

“They’re online books. During slow times I read them. Aizawa doesn’t trust me to grade your work. I’d fail Bakugo everytime, and he knows it!”

“You’ve had so much time to study, then.” Tsu said. “I’m kinda jealous.”

“A lot of it is self teaching. If I get stuck somewhere I have to reach out to a teacher or hire a tutor, but I haven’t hit that wall in awhile.” She told them.

Once lunch was done the students and Y/n were back to class. The phone rang and Y/n answered. Apparently her middle school friends Brittany, Stacy, and Regina came to pay her a visit. Y/n gave the phone to Aizawa to update him on the situation. He knew Y/n didn’t plan it, it could have been her mother’s doing or Y/n after meeting Brittany at the store. He was keeping close tabs. They did fill out forms and contact the school beforehand. As long as they didn’t see All Might to spread rumors, it was probably safe after a pat down.

“Yeah she can see them, but they have to stay on school property. She can think of a reason if she wants to.” Aizawa said.

Y/n was surprised about the privilege she was given, but wasn’t gonna pass it up. It was the end of the day after all. Y/n went to her dorm to change and then went to the designated outdoor spot she was given to see her friends.

“Are you sure it’s wise to let Y/n see her friends? She’s been following your rules, but could betray your trust at any moment l, Aizawa.” Tsu said.

“If you all are worried, you can make it a game, spy on her to see if she really is trust worthy.” Aizawa said. “She’s surrounded by cameras, but maybe you’ll catch something.”

Certain ears of the class perked up. They were let out, but instead of going to the dorm they made hiding places to hide and spy on Y/n and her “friends”.

Each student who did had their own worries about Y/n. Momo worried that they weren’t as close as she hoped. That these girls would always tier over Momo even though she had felt a closeness to Y/n. Their brief childhood intertwining, and then being brought together again. Koda joined with Jiro and Momo to see if Y/n was true too her words about his old elementary school bully. Shouji and Tokoyami were a different group who did not let the rest of the class know. Tokoyami only joined to see what Shouji was up to. Deku, Urakaka and Tsu joined a group worried that Y/n was planning on escaping. Sero and Kamanri just wanted to see what the girls would talk about, maybe hear about a crush. More groups were there for their own reasons.

Y/n sat under the tree with the three girls. They were all a rather conventionally attractive group. It would be wrong to judge them and think hey they’re pretty, one is confirmed mean without reason (Brittany), two were unknown, and Y/n who was kinda weird, but if wanted to could probably wield her power to be a mean girl.

“How did you know to come here, I thought you’d call?” Y/n said.

“Well miss social media cleanse I figured I’d just go to the front office. We all had half days due to exams. I thought a nice get together was good.” Brittany said.

“I can’t believe your condition was getting worse. I know you left regular school, but I still remember you beating up Derek Jeater.” Regina said .

“Recovery girl’s quirk is what’s holding my body together.” Y/n half lied.

“Like is this it for you? Are you gonna die?” Brittany asked.

All the students listening had their stomach drop a bit. These girls know Y/n better. You don’t throw around the dying question so lightly unless it was a real real possibility.

“Probably not. I’ll be fine. I’ll survive long enough to help you’re voted in student government so you can pass prom and we’ll all party together.” Y/n told her.

“I wanted to be the one to pass prom.” Stacy said.

“Silence bottom!” Brittany laughed

“So if you’re chilling at U.A. what do you do all day? Are you befriending any students?”

“I’ve actually been hanging out with class 1-A a lot.”

“Shut up.” Stacy said. “Shut UP! Oh my god you’re hanging out with celebrities.”

“They can’t be that great. I went to school with Koda Koji and he was such a-“

“He’s actually kinda been my rock through this all. He lets me chill with his bunny whenever I’m missing my cat and is a great listener.” Y/n interrupted Brittany.

“Well your cats been dead for a couple years, and you haven’t gotten over it?” Brittany teased.

“Sometimes when I close my eyes I can still feel my cat shoving their butt in my face.” Y/n said dramatically causing the girls to laugh.

“Any cute boys or girls we should know about.” Regina asked.

Y/n laughed at the question though her cheeks were red.

“There is!” Stacy declared

Urakaka’s eyes widened. Y/n lied to the girls, they didn’t catch her signs she was lying but these girls did and now they were gonna get the truth!

“There is someone. It’s nothing, just a little bit. It’s too early to make a deal about this.”Y/n went back and forth on her thoughts about that.

“Make a big deal about it miss too good for a cellphone. I’ll have to come here every week just for the whole story.” Regina said.

Y/n sighed.

“What he do? Is he dumb?” Stacy asked.

“Was it one of the guys with you?” Brittany asked.

Y/n pressed her teeth together.

“When something happens I’ll tell you guys. I just thought he was really cool, ya know. It’s not like I’ve said anything, I maybe the world’s worst flirter too.” Y/n said.

“You might be. Remember when you had a crush on the kid who played the saxophone? You couldn’t talk to him without making dolphins noises.” Brittany said.

“Gah!” Y/n screamed into the grass rolling around. “Why do I have to have feelings? Couldn't you three marry me and then I’ll never look for anything more? I can’t deal with having a crush, it makes my heart explode more than it can take!” Y/n said.

“I’d marry you.” Regina rubbed her friend’s head.

“It just better not be octo-arms he didn’t even make it to the final round of the sports festival and he’s 1-A student, meaning he should have beaten all those b-listers.” Brittany said. “Or that other tall guy, I heard his suit makes him look like a banana”

Tokoyami looked at Shouji when they heard the comment. Shouji didn’t give any reaction, didn’t flinch or move. It was interesting to hear Y/n had a crush on someone in the class. Shouji also expected Brittany to show off her nasty side. Urakaka listening was screaming in her head how much of a liar Y/n is for not telling the girls who Y/n thought the cutest boy in the class was. Momo felt bad that Y/n may have not trusted the girls enough for a secret crush. Maybe it developed overnight , or maybe she was jerking her friends.

Y/n kicked Brittany in the chest. “Don’t be fucking rude!”

The girls laughed and the U.A. students were even more confused.

“Which one was Octo-arms, I don’t remember him.” Stacy asked.

“Does it matter? It was the bird, crazy broccoli, Shoto Todoroki and Bakugo were the ones who mattered.” Brittany said.

Y/n kicked her friend again, twice. The girls were laughing again. The U.A. students felt Brittany deserved worse than just three kicks, but figured Y/n was doing her best not to ruin the mood after not seeing her friends in so long. It was nice seeing Y/n laugh and have her guard down. She wasn’t afraid to be flustered in front of them, or saying she’d marry her friends. They just looked so happy and relaxed. Shouji paid close attention how Regina was outing her fingers in Y/n’s (colored textured hair). The peace didn’t last long, Brittany said another snotty comment and Y/n kicked her, except after she kicked her friend, Y/n started coughing violently. Regina held Y/n upright and the two others got startled and tried helping.

“Oh god, Y/n breathe.” Stacy said.

“Where’s that nurse...recovery girl?” Brittany said, all worried.

Now that an emergency was rising the students didn’t know what to do. These girls didn’t know where the recovery girl was or their way around campus at all. They were all watching her, but do they give up their position to help Y/n? Would she be pissed? Of course she would. This was her time to be herself with people who knew her. But now she was coughing up blood in front of her friends. Shouji got out of his hiding place and Tokoyami followed.

“Oh my god, how are you not dead?” Brittany said.

The three girls were too distracted to even see the two students approaching them.

“I can take Y/n to recovery girl since she’s having a fit.” Shouji told the girls.

His shadow loomed over them. He was so tall, so muscular. Regina and Stacy were both intimidated by the guy. Tokoyami got to his side.

“I know you, you were Y/n’s little body guard.” Brittany said. Little is such a inaccurate word to describe him.

The coughing got a little faint as Y/n was ready go lights out in Regina’s arms. How could Brittany be so calm while her friend bleeds next to her? Regina past Y/n to Shouji as he cradled her in his arms.

“You’re the guy who came in third, right?” Stacy asked.

“Did you get to meet Hawks? He’s so cute.” Regina said.

“You two can stay and talk, I’ll go with Octo-arms.” Brittany said.

“Make sure our little Y/n doesn’t die!” Stacy told the two.

This must have happened often since the girls were all calm. Shouji and Brittany were alone, as Y/n was probably out of it. Then he was sure Y/n was with what Brittany said.

“Nice ear on your hand. You were listening weren’t you.” Brittany said. “Don’t get your hopes up with Y/n. You probably like her since she’s someone who seems like she needs saving and you wanna be a hero, but you’re no doctor.”

“Who said I liked her?” Shouji said.

“Your actions. You spied on us and you just came at the perfect time to save her.” She told him.

His eyes widened and they were there in front of recovery girl’s office. They took the girl out of his arms so quickly and then slammed the door on the two of them. He was still trying to rationalize why he did spy and care.

“I’m gonna wait here for her to get better you know since her and I are best frenemies, what about you?” Brittany asked.

“I’ll stay here too.”

“Course you would. Cause you love Y/n don’t you.” Brittany teased harshly.

“I wouldn’t go that far.”

“I can’t imagine her coping well here.”

“Why would she need to cope?”

“She didn’t come here in her own free will I bet. From what it looks like her health seems so much worse. To have to spend her final days away from friends, family, her cat’s ashes is very depressing. Recovery girl isn’t gonna cure her is she, just lessen some symptoms.”

Shouji took a deep breath. Brittany didn’t know the truth but knew a whole side to Y/n she never showed the class. He knew he couldn’t disprove her.

“So like with your mouth hand is it like a playing with a sock puppet?” It was phrased like a question but really a jab. “That could be your hero name, the sock hero, sock puppet.”

He liked it better when people were afraid of him. This girl wasn’t afraid of him, she’d seen his soft side and already knew there was something hidden between him and Y/n and was gonna use that.

“Are you worried you’re gonna lose your friend?” He asked her.

“To death not to you.” She told him.

Recovery girl came out to say Y/n was better, but was out of it. Brittany sighed, went in to say a quick good bye and left glaring at Shouji. Brittany gathered the other two girls and left the campus. Shouji offered to stay, but recovery girl said she didn’t know when Y/n would wake up. She had called Aizawa to let him know about the incident. Shouji did stay and Tokoyami met up with him in the room. Tokoyami told him he wasn’t use to so many questions, especially about Hawks. They even exchanged numbers for more Hawks related questions.

“How was Brittany? She seemed like a handful.” Tokoyami asked.

“She was…” Shouji didn’t know what was the right thing to say in front of an unconscious Y/n. “...a lot.”

Aizawa came in and sent the boys back to the dorms. He claimed he had to talk to Y/n when she woke up. It was clear Y/n didn’t even have real control over her quirk and now it was going to hurt her further. So Shouji and Tokoyami returned and there their class mates asked questions.

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alex turcotte - the story of us

inspired by this blurb

“mommy, how’d you meet daddy?” dane asked causing you to turn away from the pizza dough you were rolling out to look at your three year old son. you smiled widely at your son thinking back to just how you met alex, “mommy i’m waiting.” you giggled before wiping your hands on a towel so you could pick him up.

“well buddy that’s actually a really long story, but it’s a good story,” you answered situating your son on your hip being mindful so he didn’t hit your growing stomach. “do you wanna know bubs?” you asked while brushing his black hair back. he was quick to nod his head wanting to know everything. “okay well it started when your dad came to plymouth to play hockey.”

you were standing at your locker, talking with abby about something one of your teachers had assigned you in class. only half way through abby stopped paying attention to what you were saying, and was looking past you. “he’s staring at you again y/n/n,” she stated as if it was plain as day.

“who?” you asked already knowing the answer. turning you saw alex turcotte leaning against the wall with jack hughes and trevor zegras. “oh alex.” there was a smile on your face as you said it, and it didn’t go unnoticed by abby.

“it’s the second day of school and i’m pretty sure this kid is in love with you,” abby mused right as his cheeks flushed pink. your eyes rolled as you looked away from the good looking hockey player. “oh come on y/n, don’t act like you don’t like him. i know you do.”

you shrugged your shoulders, “i do. he’s cute, and super sweet. but he’s only here for hockey. don’t get attached remember?” it was abby’s turn to roll her eyes pushing away from the locker she was leaning on. “oh don’t give me that look abby, you know i’m right.”

“and i also know alex turcotte is walking this way.” you looked back over your shoulder to see she was indeed right, alex was walking towards the two of you a cheeky smile on his face. “hi alex,” abby smiled looking at the sixteen year old, then turning back to you. “this is my cue to leave, i’ll talk to you later y/n/n.”

immediately you were dreading the fact she had left you alone with him. “hi alex,” you finally choked out looking at him, not noticing the fact that there were two sets of eyes on the two of you. “what can i do for you? i mean we didn’t have any homework yesterday so you can’t need help on that already.”

he let out a laugh and it was music to your ears, you didn’t realize it at the time but you had fallen in love with him right there and then. “no homework, but it have a question for you y/n,” his voice was quiet unlike it was yesterday when he wouldn’t stop talking to you in the three classes you had together. his eyes never met yours as you nodded your head waiting for him to ask you. “would, um, would you like to go on a date with me?” he then asked in a rushed tone, his hand rubbing the back of his neck as soon as he asked you.

you smiled, “i would love to alex. pick me up from my house after practice today?”

“t-today?” his eyes went wide as he stared at you in shook, not ready for that answer.

“today,” you confirmed meeting jack’s eyes, someone you’ve known since he moved to plymouth for quinn. “you can take me out for ice cream or something.” alex’s cheeks were red the entire time you spoke, “oh and alex? i’d say you could walk me to class, but your boys are waiting to see what you got for an answer.” with that you walked away from the smiling like an idiot hockey player to your first class, your heart hammering in your chest.

dane smiled up at you widely, “so daddy took you on a date?” you hummed while setting him back down in his chair so you could get back to making dinner. “was it a good date?” your cheeks flushed red as you remember how he kissed you after he walked you to the front door of your house.

“it was a great date,” you answered your son with a smile. “anymore questions or can i go back to making dinner for you bubs?” dane stayed quiet for a little bit before shaking his head, “good because me and you sister are starving.”

“i thought daddy said i was gonna have a little brother,” dane pouted, arms crossed over his chest his bottom lip jutting out. “i want a baby brother to play knee hockey with.”

your eyes rolled at your husband who was dead set on thinking your next child was another boy. “dane, honey, you can still play knee hockey with a sister,” you pointed out watching as the tears started to fill his eyes. “bubs you don’t need to cry about it, you’d love having little sister,” your attempt to help fix it all only caused the tears to start falling. sighing you walked back over to your son, wiping his tears away with your thumb, “can i tell you a secret bubs?”

“a-a secret?” dane asked suddenly cheering up a little bit.

“mhm, a secret, do you want to know?” you smiled knowing he’d be on board with it right away.

“secret!” he squealed making grabby hands at you. sighing you picked up back up, him finding home on your hip. “tell me mommy! tell me!”

you smiled, tapping your chin acting like you didn’t want to tell him. when he started to pout again you laughed. “me and daddy are going to have another baby.”

dane’s face scrunched up as he pointed down to your stomach, “i already knew that mama.”

you giggled before placing a quick kiss to his cheek. “no bubs, i mean after this baby we’re going to have another one,” you explained. “your dad planned it out on the back of a menu when we went to prom.” dane’s confused look slowly changed as he understood what you were saying.

“i’m gonna have another baby brother!” he yelled, which happened to be right in your ear. it was so loud you almost missed what he said, seeing as he missed the point you were trying to make.

sighing you gave into the little boy, knowing your husband would end up saying it was another boy at some point. “yeah bubs, you’re gonna have another baby brother.”

“i’m gonna have two mommy! two baby brothers!” he wiggled in your arms meaning he wanted to get down. you set him down right away, worried his flailing legs would end up kicking your eight month pregnant belly. you shook your head as you watched him run down the hall to his playroom mumbling something about how he’s going to be a big brother twice.

it gave you the next hour to yourself, making the homemade pizza dane just had to have for dinner. you didn’t see dane again until you pulled the pizza out of the oven to cut it. “is dinner done mommy?” he asked dragging his knee hockey stick against your hardwood floors.

you nodded while setting out plates for the two of you. “juice or milk bubs?” you asked seeing as he had water to drink during lunch.

“milk!” dane cheered all while pulling himself up on to the high top chair seated at the kitchen island. “wanna know why mama?” he then asked causing you look at him from over your shoulder. “because daddy drinks milk!” he exclaimed reaching forward for the empty cup that you had placed in front of him.

just at the mention of his dad you could see dane start to frown. “i miss him too bubs, but don’t worry daddy’s gonna be home tonight, remember? he told you that when he called you last night.”

“he scored just for me!” dane added cheering up at the idea of a goal. he got quiet once again waiting for you to see pieces of pizza on his plate. “mommy, can - can i sleep with you tonight?” he asked not meeting your eyes.

“of course you can bubs,” you answered while taking a seat next to him, the only chair left open being the one meant for alex. “how about i tell you more about me and daddy to make you happy? would that make you feel better?” you then asked with a hopeful smile.

when dane started to smile you knew you had him where you wanted him. “you know your daddy told me he loved me only after a month of us dating.” dane’s mouth fell open, some of the pizza he was eating falling out with it. you laughed before speaking again, “bubs it’s not that surprising it’s your dad.”

“alex if you don’t leave soon, you’re going to get the both of us in trouble,” you stated trying to push the sleepy boy off of your chest. “i really don’t need my dad to kill me because of a boy.”

“too tired to leave,” he mumbled into the fabric of his sweatshirt you were wearing. “plus it feels good when you run your hands through my hair.” you rolled your eyes at him, wiggling to try and get out from under him. your hands kept running through his hair, not quite ready for him to leave, even though it was going to get the two of you in trouble.

soon there was a knock on your door, “y/n, alex has to go. ellen’s called me twice.” you sighed at your mother's words, but instead of him getting up he held on to you a little tighter. “i’ll see you downstairs in five minutes.” you knew she was giving you both enough time to say goodbye.

alex sighed as he finally let go of your waist and started to stand up from your bed. “i’ll facetime you when i get home,” he mumbled shuffling around your room to pull on his jacket. you sat up while nodding, knowing better than to argue with how he wasn’t supposed to be on his phone. he pressed a loving kiss on your lips, “i’ll call you as soon as i get home.”

“okay alex, i’ll be waiting. please drive safe,” you sighed sitting up in your bed. you watched as his hand should’ve turn the doorknob only it stayed frozen.

“oh and y/n?” you hummed offering him a tired smile, “i love you.” you heart rate picked up with those three words, and your cheeks flushed red.alex adorned a tired smile, his dimples on full display, the same ones your son would end up having one day. “i know it’s only been a month, but i was ready to tell you i was in love with you after our first date. because you know i am completely head over heels in love with you y/n l/n, and it’s okay if i have to wait to hear you say it back to me. because i love you that much.”

tears filled your eyes as you stood up and walked across your room to him, your arms snaking around his neck as you stood their in front of him. “alex turcotte you’re absolutely crazy if you think i don’t love you with everything in me, because i do,” you stared up into his big brown sleep filled eyes. “i’m completely head over heels in love with you too.” his smile grew wider as he stared down at you, pressing a kiss to your temple as he did. “but you have to go, and you’ll call me when you get back to jack’s. i love you alex.”

he wrapped you up tight, lightly swaying you back and forth, “i love you too y/n.”

“when did daddy first tell me he loved me?” dane asked as you topped off his glass of milk. you sat in your spot thinking hard about it, “do you not know mommy?”

“no of course i do bubs, it’s just when we first out i was pregnant with you he said it. and while you were growing in my tummy he said to you almost every single day,” you explained with a smile. “but the first time daddy got to hold you was probably what we’d consider the first time bubs. he stared crying as soon as he held you, and when you grabbed on to his finger he lost it.” you couldn’t help the tears that welled in your eyes at the memory especially since you’d be getting to relive it in a few short weeks. “he fell in love with you in an instant dane, and he’ll never stop loving you either.”

dane started to smile, his dimples identical to alex’s on full display, until he started to frown. “does that mean he’s going to stop loving you mommy?” the tears filled his eyes again right away thinking that his daddy might not love you forever.

“what? of course not, your daddy’s always going to love me bubs,” you replied standing from the chair to start cleaning the kitchen, “that i can promise you.” when dane smiled up at you with his dimples you knew he believed you, he was three why wouldn’t he believe his mother? “why don’t you go pick out some pajamas bubs, then we can go cuddle in bed okay?”

you didn’t even get to finish talking before he was racing out of the kitchen and upstairs to his room. you couldn’t help but laugh at your son already knowing he was going to show up back downstairs with his la king pants in hand, saying he didn’t wear a shirt because daddy didn’t. “mommy!” he yelled in a sing song voice, followed by the sound of his feet hitting the stairs as he jumped down them.

“dane!” you yelled back while placing your plates in the dishwasher, the cups you used going in right after. “i’m still in the kitchen bubs,” you added once you heard his footsteps come to a halt. soon his giggles filled your ears, and his arms wrapped around your legs tightly. “do you want to watch paw patrol before bed tonight?” you then questioned while walking around the kitchen in order to clean it.

dane stared up at you with his brown eyes, and shook his head no. “i wanna hear more about you and daddy,” he smiled while while wiggling against your legs. “and i need you to help me with my pajamas.”

you brushed his hair back before pressing a kiss against his forehead, “of course bubs. you found some you want to wear?” he nodded his head with a toothy grin, “the kings ones?” he nodded once again, his hand grabbing yours to pull you upstairs. “dane you have to slow down sweetheart. i can’t move that fast.” sighing dane started to drag you up the stairs slower than he had been before.

as soon as you stepped foot into his room dane threw his favorite pajama pants at you, and stuck his arms up in the air. “help pretty please mommy.” he batted his long eyelashes and gave you a pout. you were quick to pull his t-shirt off making him giggle, “do i look like daddy?”

you smiled, “you could be his twin.” dane smile up at you, a blush covering his cheeks. “now come ‘ere so i can take off your pants.” you slipped him out of his shorts, and slipped his black kings pajama pants on his legs. “guess what dane,” you stated causing the boy to smile up at you. “your daddy took me to chicago before our senior year of school.” dane’s mouth fell open, his hands slapping his cheeks. “i spent all summer with grandpa alfie and grandma colleen. along with aunties gabi and elizabeth. uncle nick was there too.” dane’s mouth dropped open once again shocked that you got to spend so much time with some of his favorite people.

“that’s not fair,” dane huffed ready to throw a fit, “i wanna spend a summer with uncle nick.” you shrugged your shoulders before exiting his room and walking down the hall to yours and alex’s, dane hot on your heels. “mommy i wanna spend a summer in chicago,” dane huffed forgetting about the fact that he had just spent the last summer in his father's hometown.

“dane, we just spent the summer there,” you answered seeing him look up at you confused.

“yeah so? i wanna spend a summer with just uncle nick.” you huffed while running a hand through your hair. you looked away from your son, eyes landing on the dresser which held your jewelry box.

“dane want to see something cool?” you asked already walking over to grab the promise ring that rest on your ring finger for a little over a year. dane mumbled something behind you, but you didn’t hear it too focused on grabbing the small diamond ring from it’s box. “daddy gave it to me on our two year aniversery,” you explained handing the ring to him since he followed you.

“it’s just like that one!” dane exclaimed pointing to your engagement ring and wedding band. “why do you have two mommy? incase you lose one?” he then asked while handing it back to you.

you shook your head, “no babe, i have two because the first one was a promise to marry me. the second one,” you stated while pointing to your engagement ring, “is the asking me to marry him.”

dane stared up at you with furrowed eyebrows. “i don’t understand.”

sighing placed the box back on the dresser, “yes it’s incase if i lose the other one.”

“i knew it!” dane yelled while taking off running towards your bed. some how he managed to throw himself up on top of it, “mommy tell me more about you and daddy now.” it brought a smile to your face, and drove you absolutely crazy that dane’s moods changed that fast.

“what do you want to know babe?” you then asked looking for you’re own clothes for bed. he attempted to shrug his shoulders hands flying in the air as he did. “lucky for you i have just the idea. so daddy took me to prom, we went with uncle cole and aunt abby.”

dane’s eyes went wide at the mention of alex’s best friend. “uncle coley!” you nodded your head with a large smile.

“so we went out to dinner after pictures.”

you were seated across from abby and cole, in the booth of the local dinner. the one that had been your guys hangout spot since the first u17 game. “what can i get you two?” sandy, the nice old women you had every time you came into eat, asked you and alex seeing as cole and abby has already ordered.

“chicken strips and fries please,” you smiled, pointing it to on the paper kids menu. your e/c then looks over to alex waiting for him to order as well.

“i’ll just have the same as cole.” the same answer he gave every single time you were there. sandy offered you all a smile before walking off to put your order in. in and instant alex’s left hand was interlaced with yours as you made small talk with your friends.

after a little while you alex stopped talking, to focused on writing something on the back or your menu. “lex, what are you doing babe?” you whispered looking to the blue crayon he was holding.

“planning our future,” he answered plan as day. “see, it starts right here with us going to the draft. then it goes to me and you going to wisco for two years. after my second year i’m going to sign, and you’re going to graduate early because you’re a fucking genius.” your cheeks heated up as he spoke. “somewhere along the way i’m going to propose, but it’s going to be sooner rather than later, and it’s going to take you by complete surprise.”

“you make it sound like you’re proposing tomorrow lex,” you whispered, eyes never leaving the crayon filled paper. “but please continue.”

he shot you a million dollar smile before pressing a kiss to your cheek. “we’re going to have our first kid at twenty, and don’t say even say that’s too young, because if i’d let you we’d already have one.” once again your cheeks were burning hot because he hit the nail on the head. not to mention you had your first kid only weeks before your twentieth birthday. “we won’t have our second one until the first turns three, or maybe a little before. and then after our second of course we’re going to have a third.”

the entire time he was talking, alex was pointing to each little drawing he made on the paper, and the words that went along with it. “what happens after our third kid lex?”

“maybe we have another, i haven’t thought it all through yet,” alex explained with a shoulder shrug. “but i really like the idea of four kids, it gives you company for when i’m away on roadies, and it gives me a huge fan section at all my home games.” your eyes pulled up from the menu to stare at him, his never left the paper though. “then of course i’ll retire from the nhl after a long and fulfilling career. well move to plymouth to watch our sons play for the ntdp, and live the rest of our lives together.”

for the first time in at least five minutes he turned and looked at you to see the tears that filled your eyes. “you like it right? i’ll change everything if you don’t - i just need a new menu.”

“i love it alex,” you whispered while squeezing his hand. “i don’t even want to change a thing. not one. i love it just as much as i love you lex.”

“good, because i don’t want to change a thing, but if i had to i would. the only i would absolutely never change is you.”

dane stared at you with a large smile, before breaking out into a giggle. “i love it mommy, tell me more!”

you nodded your head right away, climbing into bed with him now change into an over sized t-shirt and a pair of shorts. “what else do you want to know bubs?”

“what about how you made me cry as you walked down the aisle?” the sound of his voice caused both of you to turn and look at the bedroom door.

“daddy!” dane jumped up from his place in your bed to race over to his father, tackling his legs in a hug. “i missed you daddy,” you heard dane whisper as alex leaned over to pick your son up. you stood from the bed and waddled your way to alex, wrapped your arms around his torso, his free arm pulling you close to his chest.

“i missed you too d,” alex smiled before pressing a kiss to his sons cheek being out his dimples. “and of course i missed you my love.” your cheeks flushed as he pressed a kiss to your lips. “how are you feeling? everything go okay?”

you hummed right away, “everything was fine alex, i told you that every time you called and asked me.” it was alex’s turn to blush. “but i missed you too.”

“so you guys were having story time?” alex then asked letting go of you, setting down dane in the process so he could get out of his suit. “only good ones i hope.”

“mommy told me all about you and her,” dane answered beating you to it. “how you asked her out, how you love her, that you gave her two rings incase she loses one of them. and then the menu from prom!”

alex’s brown eyes looked away from his sweatpants draw to see you and dane now situated on the bed together. “oh she did now?” you both nodded watching as alex smiled at the two of you. “will did she show you the menu from the story?” your eyes went wide as you heard him speak.

“no!”

“you still have it?” you asked thinking that it was left on the table after you left for the dance.

“of course i still have it y/n/n. when you and abby went to the bathroom i slipped it into my jacket pocket,” he then explained with a small smile. “let me go grab it and i’ll show you d.”

alex walked into his closest, leaving you and dane just to stare at each other. when he walked back out he was staring down at the faded piece of paper, a wide smile. “see it’s right here,” he handed the paper to you and dane so he could pull on his sweats. “right inside my prom suit jacket still.”

tears filled your eyes as you looked over it bringing you back to that night. “i can’t believe you still have it,” you whispered fingers running over the crayon.

“while i need a life map, and it looks like we’re right on track, what do you think d?” alex asked while sliding into his side of the bed.

“baby brothers!” he squealed pointing to the words he could only assume was brother.

“yup baby brothers,” alex smiled nudging your shoulder knowing you’d be rolling your eyes.

shaking your head you looked at your two favorite people before huffing, “this is why we shouldn’t have wanted it to be a surprise. it’s a girl. it’s not a boy. no brother yet.”

alex and dane shared a look, before the three year old smiled at you, “it’s a boy mama.”

“yeah, it’s a boy mama,” alex teased before pressing a sloppy kiss to your cheek, his lips them brushing against your ear. “you know i only do it to humor him.”

crossing your arms over you chest you shot him a look. “okay you’re right i know it’s a boy.”

two weeks later, after seventeen hours of labor, you were finally allowed to meet you new son. “see i told you it was a boy,” alex smiled, his eyes never leaving your not even ten minutes old son. “i just had a feeling.”

you hummed, eyes never leaving the sight in front of you. “i’m fine with it being a boy, but just know this lex, if one of our four planned kids isn’t a girl you’re going to have a major problem.”

alex nodded, your words going in one ear and out the other. “yeah, yeah, whatever you want y/n/n. the next two were planned out to be girls anyways.”

“actually?” you asked with a smile.

“nope, just the last one. i never put it on the menu because i ran out of time, but she’s going to be daddy’s little girl, and be exactly like her mother,” alex explained handing your newborn to you.

“i can deal with that.”

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norequestimagines · 5 years ago

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Safeguard [Pt. 2]

TW: domestic violence, smut

Thank you all for all the love on part one! Please go easy on me here, it’s my first time writing smut of any kind and it’s not very detailed. I tried lmao I hope y’all enjoy!

Josh helped my shaky body into the front seat of his truck before running around and getting in on the other side. The drive was quiet. I just didn’t know what to say. Being in his truck again felt like home and so uncomfortable simultaneously. There was so much left unsaid between us after the breakup, and now that such an emotional bomb had gone off, I just felt… overwhelmed.

“Hey, me again. I’m not mad or anything, Josh, I just want to make sure you’re okay. You said you’d be home at 7; it’s 9 now and I haven’t heard a thing from you or any of the guys… Kinda starting to freak out, here. I love you, okay? I hope you’re home soon.”

I’d texted him three times, called twice, and left one voicemail. Josh was forgetful, sure, but he wasn’t one to leave me waiting up with no explanation. He always shot me a quick “heading out with Seth and Boone, be home late!” text or at the very least had one of his buddies let me know, in the event his phone died or he left it at the arena. He’s never left me hanging like this before, and especially not on a night like tonight; our three year anniversary.

We’d agreed to do something low key this year. The past two years had been big nights out but both of us had been so busy with work we just wanted to take some time for a night in. I’d ordered food from our favorite restaurant and made sure the house had a relaxing, romantic but low key ambiance to it. Way too much time was spent perfecting my hair into beach waves. My outfit was simple; distressed skinny jeans and a chunky white cardigan. He’d said more than once that even though I looked incredible in a gown for his charity events and award ceremonies, that his favorite thing to see me in was an outfit like this, because it’s what he wants to come home to for the rest of his life. I just wish he’d come home now.

As I began to pack the food away, too sick with worry to eat any of it, my anxious mind began to wander. I started to put everything in the fridge and imagined all the terrible things that could’ve happened. What if he got into a car accident? Or he forgot to tell me he was going out with the guys and got into a bar fight and got arrested? What if he just completely forgot about tonight altogether? No, Josh would never forget our anniversary. But if he didn’t forget, he must be in jail or the hospital.

Attempting (and failing) to keep myself too busy to worry, I was folding laundry when I heard a door open and shut.

“Josh?!” I leapt out of my seat and ran to the living room where my boyfriend (who appeared safe and healthy and un-incarcerated) stood, hanging his jacket on the coat rack.

“Hey.” he muttered, not even looking up to face me.

I furrowed my brows, confused by the way he was acting. He was like this after a bad game sometimes but they didn’t have a game at all today. “Are you okay? I’ve been trying to get a hold of you; you had me worried, honey.”

“M’fine. Gonna go take a shower.” He trudged up the stairs and I figured it best to give him some space before prying.

Once I heard the shower shut off, I made my way upstairs to try to unpack whatever was weighing him down. He was sitting on his side of the bed in a pair of sweats, facing our bedroom window with his head held in his hands.

“You want to talk about it?” I asked, my voice just above a whisper.

“No.”

I wasn’t really sure where to go from here. Josh was never this cold with me. I slowly made my way to the bed, crawling to sit behind him before wrapping both my legs and arms around his middle.

“Where were you, baby? I was so worried.”

“Can I just have ten god damn minutes?!” He stood and held his hands up, clearly frustrated. With what, I didn’t know.

“I… Josh, I didn’t mean to…” I was at a loss. We’d gotten annoyed with each other, sure. What couple didn’t have arguments? But in the three years we’d been together, he’d never raised his voice at me. “It’s just, we made plans for tonight, and when you didn’t show up, I thought something had happened to you. I just want to make sure you’re okay.”

“Yeah, Kara, I couldn’t really care less right now about our stupid plans, alright? I know I skipped out on our anniversary. But maybe I wouldn’t have if you hadn’t cheated on me.”

I could do nothing but stare at him doe-eyed. It had never crossed my mind since meeting Josh to even look at another man, let alone do anything with one. I loved him so much I wasn’t sure I could ever be with anyone else again.

“Josh, what are you talking about?” I whimpered, tears already forming in my eyes.

“Don’t play fucking stupid. You got caught, alright? Just own up to it.” He looked at me like I was gum on the bottom of his shoe.

“I didn’t get caught because I didn’t do anything!”

“Oh, yeah? The explain Riley.”

Riley. That name automatically sent me to a dark place.

Riley and I met in high school. He ran with the popular crowd, I guess, but it’s not like he was captain of the football team or anything. He was just well liked. Funny and smart and kind to everyone, regardless of their popularity. We started talking when we were paired up during a project for art class. He was sweet; would always carry my books and walk me to class, sometimes even surprising me with a coffee or flowers at my locker in the morning. But, all that glitters isn’t always gold.

After we went to junior prom together, Riley and I began to get more serious. Over the summer, he’d convinced me to write off all of my friends because he just loved spending time with me so much, he wanted to spend it all with me. I quit the dance team because the form fitting costumes we wore made Riley uncomfortable. For a long time, found it endearing he cared so much. Until we left for college.

We both went to Ohio State and during sophomore year, we rented our first house together. That’s when things with Riley started turning really sour. I was expected to text Riley all day, every day, whether I was in a lecture, trying to take notes, or at work, trying to wait tables. My friends all had to be female, and if we ever went out, Riley had to come with, and had to approve my outfits before I was allowed to leave the house. One night, a guy from my chemistry class asked if he could come over to copy my notes from a day of class he missed. That was the first time Riley hit me.

It only got worse from there. He’d come to my work, ordering drinks all night from across the restaurant while watching me. When I talked too kindly with a customer, I’d get punished. If I sat next to a male in class or stood too close to a male at a football game, I’d get punished. He stayed clear of my face and arms, but my ribs and legs were constantly littered with bruises from where he’d hit and kicked me.

I deserved it. Riley convinced me of that. I didn’t love him enough and this was my punishment.

I didn’t seek help, myself. One night, Riley got sloppy and hit me across the face, resulting in a black eye. I covered as best I could with makeup the next morning before class but the guy from chemistry noticed. He’d text me during class for weeks, asking if I was okay, and if I needed help. Two weeks after the black eye, when Riley broke two of my ribs with his steel toed boots. The next morning, after Riley had left for work, I texted the guy from chem. “I need help.”

His mom had been a survivor of domestic abuse. She worked for the state now and gave me all the help I needed to get away from Riley. He was sent to jail for a while, and I went to therapy for years, trying to understand that this wasn’t my fault and I didn’t deserve it. I now had a restraining order against him and he hadn’t bothered me in years.

“Riley?! How do you even know that name?! Josh, I don’t know what the fuck is going on but I swear on my life I have never cheated on you!”

He scoffed, pulling up instagram on his phone. “Swear on this.” He threw his phone next to me on the bed.

I picked up the phone with shaking hands.

I saw Riley’s instagram account. There were pictures of him at work or with his family, but I also saw pictures of the two of us taken in college being posted as if they were taken now. Me sitting across from him in coffee shops and us holding hands in the streets of downtown Columbus. Captions reading, “if only you knew how much i loved you” and “can’t wait to see her again”. Tears began pouring freely down my face.

“Josh, no. No, no, no, you don’t understand. This isn’t… He’s-”

“Just fuckin’ let it go, Kara. I found you out.” He snatched his phone out of my hands. “Some fan DM’d me his page and he and I had a nice, lengthy chat about the two of you. I can work through a lot of shit, Kar, but this?! I can’t move past this. I’m done. I’ll find somewhere else to stay for the night. Try not to be here when I get back.”

Before I could even process what had just happened, he was out of the room, slamming the door behind him hard enough to shake the walls. I heard his truck start up and drive away.

I curled up in a ball and cried until I ran out of tears. I knew better than to try and call or text Josh. He needed to cool off and I needed to respect his space. I wrote him a letter before anything else, explaining my side of things. How Riley and I met and what he did to me. How I had a restraining order against him. How much I hated him and didn’t understand why he was doing this. I was so emotional while writing it, I can hardly remember what it said. I remember crying while writing it, my tears smudging the ink. After I’d gotten everything written down, I folded it up and slid it into an envelope, lying it on top of his pillow. He could read it whenever he was ready and that was the best I could do. Then, I packed a bag, called Boone, and hadn’t seen or heard from Josh since. Just like that.

Riley had sent me a DM after the incident, asking if he could meet me for coffee so we could talk things over. He had orchestrated this entire thing in an effort to get Josh away from me. It was a breach of the restraining order, but I didn’t want to stir things up. I just wanted the entire mess to go away. I ignored the message and a week later, he showed up at my work. I went into a full panic attack and called the police. He was in custody and I was pressing charges. I just wished I wasn’t going through it alone. I wanted Josh to be there, to stand behind me and quiet my mind when it got too loud. But he was nowhere to be found.

He never called. He never texted. I had no idea if he’d even read the letter or not. Boone said Josh refused to talk about anything having to do with me whatsoever. I wasn’t sure if that was good or bad But it’d been two months of me moping around and being afraid of my own shadow, so when Boone begged me to go out, I agreed. I needed to feel something.

Lost in my memories, I hadn’t noticed the route we had taken. We were across town from my new apartment. We were at our place. Well, Josh’s place.

“What are we-”

“I just… figured you wouldn’t want to be alone tonight. That’s all.” He twiddled his thumbs against the steering wheel and bit his lip.

“Thank you.”

His eyes flashed to me quickly and widened. I assume he was expecting me to ask him to take me home, but as much as I hated to admit it, he was right. I had no interest in being alone right now.

Everything in the house was exactly the same. It’d been two months and he hadn’t even moved my scarf from the coat rack. Pictures of us still sat upon shelves. Even the Christmas decorations we’d put up together remained on the walls.

“You should take a shower, uh, clear your head. I’ll take the guest room.”

“You don’t have to do that, Josh. I can shower down here and take the guest room. You’ve already done more for me tonight than I could ever ask for.”

“Kara, please, just… just take our room, alright? I mean, my room. Or, uh... “ His hand moved to run through his hair and scratch the back of his neck, a nervous habit he’s had since we met.

An uncomfortable silence came upon us and I wanted to leave the area as quickly as I could.

“I’ll uh, I’ll take your bed.” Carefully, I walked upstairs as if the ground was made of glass.

I stood under scalding hot water for an hour after scrubbing every inch of my body, making sure to get every microbe from that creep off of me. Josh hadn’t even moved my soap, but craving familiarity and comfort, I opted to use his instead. The scent of cedar filled my nostrils, momentarily making me forget that ash tray scented prick from earlier.

Stepping out of the shower, I wrapped a towel around myself before noticing a few folded pieces of clothing on the counter that weren’t there when I got in. Sitting on top of them was a scratch piece of paper.

Closest I have to anything of yours. -J.

He left a pair of black sweats and a massive Columbus Blue Jays shirt. My favorite one that I’d stolen on more occasions that I could count. I smiled to myself before slipping his shirt on and leaving the sweats on the counter.

Being back in the bed felt odd. I was relatively used to sleeping in it alone from Josh going on road trips, but this was different. We’d never slept separately while in the same house before. Not even after a fight. We’d always curl up back to back and halfway through the night, he’d wrap around me, apologizing before kissing my neck and falling asleep. Couldn’t do that from downstairs, now could he? And of course, my mind ran a mile a minute, thinking of everything that could’ve happened tonight if Josh hadn’t been there. If he’d still been sick or knew I was going and wanted to avoid me. My restless body found itself tip-toeing down the stairs.

Raising my hand to knock on the guest room door, it opened before my knuckles could come into contact with it. His blue eyes widened at the sight of me. “I was just heading up to check on you.”

“I can’t um… C-can I sleep with you? I mean, just, I’m so jumpy and every little noise is- you know what? This is stupid, I’m sorry.” I scoffed and turned to head back upstairs.

“It’s not stupid Kar, you went through some crazy shit. C’mere.”

We laid next to each other in silence. As weird as it was to be in our old bed without him, this was even more uncomfortable.

“Are you okay? I mean, I know what he did was fucked up but he didn’t physically hurt you, did he?”

“No, no, you uh, you came in time. I’m okay.”

“Good.”

Another minute or two passed and my mind began to wander again.

“Josh, if you hadn’t been there…”

“Hey, come on, you can’t think like that. I was there, and you’re okay. That’s all that matters.”

I looked over at him in the moonlight and took a sharp intake of breath. I just couldn’t stop replaying it in my head.

“Oh, Kara, honey.” I was pulled into his chest and began taking deep breaths, willing myself to keep it together. “I told you I’d always be here for you and I meant it, alright? Nothing is ever going to happen to you.”

I lifted my head, my sight flickering between his eyes and his lips. Inching forward, I swallowed nervously, afraid of rejection. Instead, Josh gently brushed a strand of damp hair behind my ear and slowly pulled me up to meet him.

The instant our lips touched, I felt fireworks in my stomach and moaned at the contact. I missed him so much. The kiss grew quickly, two months of not even speaking to each other catching up with us quickly. It turned from slow and hesitant to heated and passionate quickly. I began to run my hand down his clothed chest, pushing hands underneath his shirt and lifting it slightly.

“Kara, wait-”

“Please.” I whimpered. “I don’t want him to be the last man who’s touched me.” I kissed him gently, bumping his nose with mine. “Please make me feel safe, Josh.”

He hesitated for a moment but claiming my lips again with his. Slowly, he used one hand to lift the shirt from my body, tossing it into the darkness while moving to lie me on my back and hover above me, one forearm resting next to my head, the other hand cradling my neck. He looked my body up and down and kissed just below my ear.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Kara.” Josh muttered, continuing my assault on my neck and decolletage before making his way back up to sweep his tongue into my mouth. He was always gentle with me but never as gentle as this. Tonight, he handled me as if I were made of glass. Like if he made one wrong move, I’d shatter. And maybe I would.

He sat up on his knees for a moment to remove his own shirt before settling back down on top of me. His massive body sat on mine as if some kind of weighted blanket, shielding me from the world. As he kissed me, he moved his body along with mine. I could feel his erection growing against my hip and I moaned at the thought of it. My hands made their way down his body and onto his waistband, pushing on his sweats.

One of his hands halted mine. “Kar, are you sure? I just want to be here for you. We don’t have to do this.”

“I want this, Josh. I want you.”

His sweats met the floor and his length stood at full attention. I moved a hand to stroke it but he caught my wrist, guiding it to his mouth and kissing my knuckles, “Baby,” my bicep, “this is about you.” my shoulder, “Let me take care of you.”

We locked eyes as slowly pulled my lacy boyshorts down my legs. He kissed, licked, and sucked his way back up my legs, only letting his tongue dip into my heat twice before continuing to kiss up my body. Once he was back up at eye level, I felt his thick fingers carefully moving about around my entrance.

“Josh, please, just… please make love to me.”

His eyes widened but he said nothing, instead using the same hand to pull one of my legs around his hip. He looked down momentarily, lining himself up before thrusting his shaft into me. We moaned together at the feeling. I’d almost forgotten how good we felt together.

Josh moved slowly, taking his time and being sure to stay close to me. My leg stayed planted atop his hip as he sank to rest his weight on me ever so carefully. When my eyes weren’t shut tight in pleasure, they wandered over him. The furrow of his brow, his button nose that sat above his plump lips. I watched his biceps and abs contract with every movement he made. It didn’t take long for the pressure to build in my center and I began whimpering and moaning his name.

“Mm, I can’t… Josh, I’m-”

“I know, sweetheart, I’m right there with you.” He buried his head in my neck, gently nipping my earlobe. “Let go, baby. Let me feel you.” He moved his hands down again and circled my clit with them, sending me over the edge.

“Oh, my god. Oh, my… Ah!” My hands gripped tightly to his biceps as they flexed next to me. I came breathlessly. I saw stars and all I could hear was Josh panting above me as he continued to thrust into me. I felt him bite my shoulder and finally cum inside me with a strangled, “Fuck, I love you.”

He moved to the side slightly, just enough to grab the blanket and pull it over us. I turned on my side. It was only a moment before I felt Josh’s arm wrap around my waist and hold my body tight to his.

“Josh?” I whispered, afraid to ruin this moment.

“I promise we can talk about this is the morning, sweetheart. Please just let me hold you tonight.” He sounded tired. I complied with his request, wrapping my hand around the forearm resting against my stomach, and it wasn’t long before my eyes grew too heavy to keep open any longer.

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solar-bean · 5 years ago

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This is the very extensive and detailed rant of a fed up black, female student of class 2020

-You are free to scroll past this if you want. I really just needed to get this off my chest. But if you have advice or are experiencing a similar situation, feel free to message me-

So first off, I haven't liked going to school since I was 9. And highschool has only deepened my loathing of it. But maybe I don't hate school in general. Maybe I just hate the schools I've gone to ( 4 in total ). This rant is about highschool specifically. Perhaps what I'm about to type is normal and I'm overreacting. But I'm tired of not talking about my problems because I'm worried that I'll sound like an ungrateful brat. Typing/ writing about my issues makes me feel better. And I really need to feel better.

So here are the main points in order of severity: Low income, Advisory, Graphic Arts and Discipline/Work Ethic

Low Income:

I've only ever gone to low income schools in my neighborhood. I hoped high school would be different but thanks to the crappy education of my old school and an even crappier selective enrollment test score, I couldn't get into the schools I wanted. Then again my single mother probably couldn't afford those other schools anyway.

My highschool shares a building with another highschool. And unfortunately they called dibs on the best features and have control of the heating and ac. We don't even have our own gym. We also have the least amount of space with the smallest class being mine of 144 seniors. So there's a lot of packed classrooms.

Speaking of having way too many students, recourses are slim as a result. Our best equipment, chromebooks, need to be reserved weeks in advance by the teacher and even then they still may not be able to get enough of them for their class. Said chromebooks can often be missing keys, not work at all or be stolen easily because of their small size.

A few other issues are terrible lunches ( I've been bringing lunch from home since sophmore year), very limited field trips, mice infestation, very few clubs ( if we have any idk ) and teachers have to pay for just about everything class related.

Advisory:

Advisories were created to prepare us for greek life in college. I honestly think it's to keep everyone in check but ok. Even so I have absolutely 0 interest in anything frat or sorority related ( no offense to those who do ) as well as many of my classmates but advisory is mandatory.

My first 2 years of advisory were hell. Most of my advisory sisters were either people I'd never talk to because we weren't in the same class, had nothing in common or they were straight up terrible people. I should mention that freshman year has the worst students because about 30% don't make to the next grade or just transfer. Most of my advisory sisters I had problems with were in that 30% ( a few had already repeated ).

Since I kept to myself there were very few incidents were I was put into a tense situation with them. The main conflicts involved our advisor, who I guarantee you was not the problem. She was essentially a poor, white, optimistic, young math teacher from out of town that was thrown to the slaughter. And my cowardly self watched not wanting to be next.

She ended up leaving by junior year so what was left of my advisory merged with another and got a new advisor. The only downside is that our new advisor is a firm believer in " sisterhood " and no cliques ( even if you converse easier with a certain group of people and advisory is already a forced clique in itself ). Maybe I'd be more up for advisory events , which we rarely have , if my advisory experience wasn't sullied so early on.

Graphic Arts:

The reason I chose my school was because it had an art class. In seventh grade I knew I wanted to have a career in art and that my talent was lacking but had potential. So you can imagine my horror when I learned that the art teacher had left once I'd gotten there.

I was sad but stayed positive and even highly recommended them to get another art teacher. Then by sophomore we got an art after school program ( 4:25 to 6 twice a week ). I managed to keep my grades the same and take the classes every week for the entire school year. I only missed about 4 days total. For once I actually enjoyed staying after school.

The class taught me so much and I didn't have to wait for the summer to take an art class downtown. Even better I got to interact with other young artists of my race ( there was usually only one other black kid at the summer classes ). Everything was finally looking up.

Then the art galleries happened. The school hosted one per semester. I brought my art to display but I couldn't stay cuz of a shitload of math homework. I got complimented the next day but still regretted not staying. So I vowed to attend the next one with even more pieces than before.

The night finally came and I was hyped. Me and two seniors were in charge of doing caricatures for free ( one senior gave me a dollar tho ). I had fun with that but noticed something weird...none of our art was displayed.

Apparently they cut it out for time along with the theatre clubs performance. And I would've been fine with that. If my family hadn't come.

The icing on the cake was when they turned off the lights in the hallway where we were drawing the caricatures so they could start the show for the performing art groups. I couldn't contact my family until the show was over and booooiii were they pissed. Especially my mom. I was more sad than anything. I had a feeling my school valued the performing art more and this just proved that. At least now we have an actual art class. And my art teacher is awesome and supportive as hell.

Discipline/ Work Ethic:

These are together cuz they've equally fucked me up. Don't get me wrong. I have a 4.2 gpa and 0 detentions.

The problem is my classmates.

I have been to soooo many class/school meetings about behavior and grade issues over the past 4 years. One of which a staff member said " now i know all of ain't bs-in' but why aren't those people helping the ones who are."

Like wow! Thanks. I hate it.

I'd be happy to help my fellow classmates. It's just that their version of help is cheating off my tests and copying my homework.

So yeah my bad. I've been sooo selfish.

I can count on my hand the amount of times I've been told that I'm doing a good job directly and not in front of a class as a way to embarrass them.

This year behavior was so bad that they made a competition to see which advisory would get the least demerits. Big mistake. My heart goes out to all the poor well behaved students who lost because of a few advisory mates. It only takes one. The record for most demerits in a day was 30 I think.

I forgot the competition was going on at some point cuz I've only gotten 2 demerits in 4 years. My advisory won second and we played the waiting game for our prize only to have a pizza party with 17 other advisories. The winning advisory was salty as hell. But hey we got free lunch at least.

I managed to get good grades simply by doing everything on time and having no social life. This was by choice really. I promised myself I'd do better in college but now I gotta study for ap.

It was actually ap literature that gave me a new perspective on my classmates work ethic. We were given a lengthy reading assignment but the due date was stretched by two class days and the weekend. Even though I'd been mentally drained lately ( by lately I mean since the 1st week of school ) and had other work to do, I completed it with slightly less annotations.

Upon the due date I discovered that I and one other classmate completed the reading. Even the valedictorian didn't do it!!! And this wasn't a one time thing either.

In fact my class is notorious for never doing work on time. I'm talking completing-a-project-in-the-class before-the-it's -due- for bad. And some people I understand. Some of them really need help and resources. But every one else. Excuses excuses. The extended due dates gave me extra free time but it made the work I completed on time feel pointless. Like I could've just not done it and not face any consequences.

I tried that and was stressed out all day to the point of doing the work anyway. School's got me whipped I guess.

So if I hate highschool so much why do I go on time everyday, miss at most 3 days a year, do my work, behave myself and study??? Simple. I'm trying to get out. Having a good gpa and test scores will get me more scholarships cuz God knows my mom can't afford art college ( I got into my first choice so yeah:). Really highschool has just been a means to an end.

I've had my good days and have made some friends but I really just wanna run to hills with my diploma in hand. And thats what's kept me going. But now we're quarantined.

And my school has decided to make work optional.....and I have all A's......

Needless to say I've barely done any work at all. If we never have to go back theres a good chance I won't. I'm so numb at this point that I don't care that we may not have a prom ( aka the only dance I was ever going to go to ).

I'm just done. Done and fed up.

But thank you to my mom, family, bestie, teachers and my classmates that actually want to have a future for keeping me going. If I don't completely give up it's thanks to you. Future me, I hope you get everything you want at art school:)

#school #highschool #class of 2020 #2020 #senior year #rant #lomg rant #if anyone wants to share their shitty highschool experience feel free #i actually left a lot of stuff out #like the freshman year camping trip #and social media drama #and spanish class #ughh im getting flashbacks #if you read this thanks it means a lot😊💗💗💗

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nicoletterogers · 5 years ago

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task eight - high school never ends

( tw: adhd mention )

[ soundtrack ]

Let’s start with the simple stuff first. what classes did you take in high school? which ones were you most and least excited for? did you have a favorite teacher that made the days more enjoyable?

Nic propped her leg up on a chair, leaning in as she listened to the question. People never wanted to talk about high school--brought up bad memories for some. Some just didn’t care. Not for Nic--comparatively, high school was a good part of her life. She preferred college, but she didn’t hate her last years in the public school system. The blonde shrugged. “Well, I mean--I had to take the core classes, y’know? But my high school was big enough where we had a lot of really cool electives in all sorts of subjects--like I once took a class called ‘American History through Music”’and that was sick as fuck. I also took one on the World Wars. I liked history a lot back then. I guess I still do--but I don’t have a lot of time to sit and learn anymore. That’s why I’m big on documentaries. I mean, yeah, Liam of course--but also I like learning.” She paused, humming while she thought about her classes. “I hated English. Like what a pointless class--why would you have to learn about a language that you already speak? I mean, yes, i know, it’s not actually important. I think Lia has shared with me a few times the joy of what words mean--but i don’t know. I just never could figure out why anyone would want to spend more time than they had to writing papers or reading books. Maybe if i had taken a creative writing course or two--but nah. Give me AP Gov any day--or even trig. I was good at trig.” She paused. “Nah, teachers liked Liam. He was charismatic and charming, good at sitting and listening. School was never hard for me, but I didn’t possess the talent of sitting still for very long. I think I was...a sophomore in college when I first got diagnosed with ADHD. Did you know that ADHD often shows up different in women than men?” Nic nodded. “Yeah--its wild. Girls are significantly less likely to get a diagnosis growing up, which means that their symptoms go untreated and unsupported for crazy long periods of time--like sometimes 20 years. I think that’s why I really struggled in English--because the subject didn’t interest me and like hell i could just sit there and read something. But nah, teachers and I never bonded. Which is fine because I still did well in school. It just took some extra effort.”

and now, outside of the classroom. did you participate in any extracurricular activities like sports, band, or other clubs? were you apart of the prom planning committee or did your parent always sign up to chaperone field trips? or did you bolt home or to work at the end of the day?

“Oh hell yes. I was all about the extracurriculars. I did archery, cheerleading--don’t laugh--worked on the school newspaper for a year, managed the lacrosse team for a year, volunteered to be a mentor for incoming freshman and, of course, worked. Anything to stay out of my house. I mean, I loved Liam but my dad and I are like oil and water. He wanted me to be like Liam so badly--and I just...couldn’t. One, I wasn’t a guy--and that was disappointment enough for him. But I wasn’t Liam and spending time around dad just...it was so much pressure. So I tried to focus my time elsewhere. and I liked being busy--my brain enjoyed that piece. It was like my environment finally matched how fast my brain was working. Even cheerleading--the sport that made me a wear a skirt--was fun. Because nothing is better than proving a bunch of stupid high school boys that yes, cheerleading is a sport. a hardcore, badass sport. But if I had to pick a favorite, it would be archery. I think it’s because I got to teach it to the kiddos at camp later on, but also--like how powerful is it to be able to pull back on a bow and let an arrow fly through the sky and get a bullseye? Like it’s badass.” Nic grins at the memory. “Oh, and then seeing those kids at camp--especially the ones who struggle with who they are and their self-confidence--light up when they hit the target? the pride they have in themselves for something they’ve done? That shit’s an unreal high.”

a night to remember. did you go to prom? if so, did you have a date or fly solo, and was it a good time where you danced all night, and what were you wearing? if not, did you have an ‘anti-prom’ party, or why else did you decide not to go? what about other school dances or pep rallies?

The blonde lets out a laugh and nods, thinking about the memory. “Oh yeah-- I definitely went to prom. I mean, I think I was always going to--but I don’t think I anticipated having a date. And definitely not winning prom queen, but that’s Malik for you. The kid was like the closest thing to a celebrity in school--I mean, I think so. He was the star jock and you know how high schoolers get about their sports. But no, Malik and I are good friends--super close. I love that guy, he’s such a good one. So of course I was going to say yes when he asked me to go with him. I’m pretty sure half of my squad was jealous, but like...that whole thing never made sense to me. The whole jealousy thing.” It sure as hell does now though. She thought bitterly, her own situation appearing back in her mind. “Anyway, we went as friends. I didn’t expect to win prom queen--hell, i didn’t even know people knew who I was. Weirdest experience ever to put a tiara on. But honestly--prom was kinda fun. Not kinda, I really enjoyed it. Malik and I did end up kissing, but it was one of those kisses where you realize, at the end of it, you’re way better off as friends than anything more? Not that the kiss was bad, not at all.” She laughed, shaking her head. “I wore this red dress with a slit up the side and I had never in my entire life though I’d wear something like that. It looked good though. Like really good. All that cheerleading paid off I think.” Another chuckle came out of her lips. “As for pep rallies-- I was in them so of course I was there. And I liked the energy of them. I’ve always liked big energy spaces--concerts, pep rallies, sporting events. It feels like--at least for a moment--you’re all connected by something greater than yourself. Maybe that’s like my church. I don’t know. But yeah, I liked pep rallies.”

some more of the hard hitting q’s. who did you sit with at lunch? did you keep the lock off your locker or decorate it? were your headphones always snaked through your sneeve? was cutting class a normal occurrence or would you never dare? did you ever get detention?

“I mean, I don’t think I was ever popular--but I always had a place to sit with someone. It was either with Liam and his friends--I guess they were also my friends, but I met them through Liam so it’s hard for me to associate them as just mine. Sometimes with my squad, but not often. I didn’t care for the dramatics of dates and boys and clothing talk. But every so often we had a good discussion on things that I did care about--sometimes it was on women’s rights, though that was a lot of Sammi repeating what her mother told her about feminism (not that it was wrong, but it wasn’t Sammi’s words, that was sure) or the fact that child workers were making the clothing they had talked about the previous day. I liked those conversations the best. But even still, it was usually me shooting the shit with Liam and our friends. I loved those guys so much, y’know? I still keep in touch with a lot of them--some have families, some just got married. In fact, I am going to Tate’s wedding in a couple weeks. Its so weird to think they’re just now getting married and...” She trailed. Maybe now wasn’t the time for that thought. “Detention? Oh yeah. Me and Mrs. Huxley were good pals by graduation. Mostly it was about cutting class--but everyone once in a while she’d catch me with a...special someone in an empty hallway. Ok, so it only happened twice and I never told Liam because he’d kill me if he knew. So I guess,” She looked up at the sky and chuckled lightly. “Surprise?”

upward and onward. what did you want to be when you were sixteen? was there a career path in mind, a certain college, another route worth taking? were you excited to see your high school in the rearview mirror or was moving on bittersweet? if you graduated, was it scary or exciting or a mix of both? did you end up where your younger self expected you to?

"Well, when I was really little, I wanted to be a sideline reporter for the Bears. Or a commentator for the Cubs. Something to do with sports, absolutely. I could never imagine leaving this city--not in a million years. Even at 31, the city still surprises me daily and i love that fact the most. You never know who you’re going to meet--its a giant present box you wake up in every morning. How could anyone want to leave that?” She grinned, tapping her foot. “But at 16 I think I had let go of that dream and set my sights on the Academy. Police academy. I did, briefly, think about enlisting. Thought that if I wanted to break stereotypes and gender roles, I could make a huge splash in the military. But something about that whole world--I couldn’t take the plunge. I think I wanted to support my community, keep them safe, make my home a home for all.” She sighed. “So I was going to be a cop. Plus Liam was already doing that and I couldn’t let him have all the hero glory.” She winked, smirking. “I stayed in state--in city--for school, saved me some money and I already knew the area. In fact, I didn’t really ever leave Chicago. Which, makes me small minded to some i’m sure--but why do I need to leave when the world seems to flock to chicago? Just because I never lived anywhere else doesn’t mean I haven’t been challenged to grow.” Nic shrugged. “But yeah, like I said college was probably my favorite time in my life. Like hands down. I mean how could it not be? Killed the beer pong scene, met all sorts of great people, honed my skee ball skills even more, learned some awesome things, found the love of my life--got married.” It was so much simpler at 20. So much simpler. When did everything go so wrong? “Yeah, sorry--this was about high school. Uhm--wait, what was the question again?”

and last but not least. if you could tell your younger self one thing - what would it be?

“You’re a strong cookie, Nic. Life is going to wreck you down to your core but don’t ever think it’ll destroy you. You’re too damn stubborn to let that happen--and that is not a bad thing.”

#tw adhd #malnatitask #[[wake up sunshine; headcannons]]

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andrea-lyn · 6 years ago

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Dunno if I’m doing this right but, a malex prompt: Michael did go to UNM but lost Alex the same way. Ten years later, they meet again in Roswell.

After Rosa dies and Michael takes the blame for it, he sees the way Isobel looks at him. Guilt and sympathy and a bundle of other emotions that he’s not sure he can deal with, and it never stops. “I can’t stay,” he tells Max one night, even though things are tense between them, on the cusp of Rosa’s funeral. “I can’t take the way she looks at me, Max.”

“Isobel needs us,” Max says sharply.

“If I stay, I’m gonna end up telling her,” Michael admits, and as bad as it’ll be to abandon Isobel and Max in the middle of this, he knows if he stays and Isobel finds out, it’ll be so much worse. “She’s got you. You’re the ones with the connection and maybe for a little while, it’s better if I get out of here, before I break and tell her what happened. I’m not saying I’m going forever, but I can’t stay.”

Max doesn’t look like he has the energy or the argument to convince him otherwise. He’s giving up his dream to go travel, but then, he didn’t decide to cover up a murder and earn his sister’s crushing sympathy for it.

“It’s not the first time you two were on your own. You were fine last time, too,” Michael says, trying to ignore every stinging pain that says that they don’t need him. “I’ll go to UNM,” he shrugs. “That way, I can come back every once in a while to visit. It’s a good cover, but it gives me the space I need.”

“Michael…”

“This isn’t a reward,” he guarantees, lest Max think that somehow Michael is giving himself an out. Alex is gone, Isobel thinks he killed those girls, and Max will barely look at him. There’s nothing in him for Roswell and at least if he goes to school, he might actually be good at something.

Max still looks like he isn’t convinced.

“You better come back.”

“Four years, maximum,” he vows.

He keeps true to his promise, even if he doesn’t exactly follow the normal course most students do. Four years later, he hasn’t taken a semester off and he’s loaded up on extra classes, taking night ones in addition. For all that he could have a social life, he ignores it to throw himself into school because he discovers that equations, like music, can quiet his mind.

Three years later, Michael Guerin returns to Roswell with a PhD in astrophysics and his engineers’ ring for mechanical engineering (dabbling in chemical because he needs the challenge). For a while, he teaches at the high school and moonlights at the junkyard, but then he starts hearing whispers that the government’s secretly looking into aliens through an unauthorized project.

That’s when Michael decides that “hold your enemies closer” is sound advice and puts in a job application when they start hiring science geeks.

He’s been consulting with the Air Force for two years now, with only one solid rule. He avoids Jesse Manes at all costs, even though it’s been almost ten years since the incident in the tool shed.

He’s not sure he could avoid being arrested if he’s within four feet of the man, because his fucked up hand speaks of a lot of history, but Alex Manes’ absence from Roswell tells the rest of that story. Michael knows that Alex hadn’t decided to leave all on his own, that Jesse was the little angel and devil on his shoulder for that conversation.

Alex has been in his head a lot, lately. With Isobel talking non-stop about the ten year reunion (and Michael is just so glad that she’ll speak to him, that she looks at him and he doesn’t see sympathy in her eyes anymore), Michael can’t stop thinking about Alex.

It’s practically fate, then, what happens when he shows up to Foster Ranch to work, a few days before the reunion.

They’ve been setting up for a few tests while they work to get zoning permission on the new facility and they want Michael testing the ground and the area and he takes special notice in the tests that are being ordered by Master Sergeant Manes, looking for strange materials in the earth.

He’ll swap out the test results for some fake ones, keep the real specimens, but even now he feels smugly right that he’d made the right call taking this job. At least, he feels pretty good until he sees some of the new guys in Roswell hovering around his trailer.

The one rule of a site - stay away from Doctor Guerin’s shit, or get what’s coming to you.

“Hey!” he snaps, annoyed that a new bunch of recruits are traipsing around on his territory. He gives the CO an annoyed look, but he shrugs as if he can’t be held accountable for what these kids do, which means Michael needs to deal with this himself. “That’s my lab, you’re going to contaminate the…”

He yanks at the soldier’s arm, but when he turns him around, it’s Alex Manes.

Shit.

“Alex…”

They stare at each other for a long time. He knows all about Alex’s accident, knows about the IED, knows about his leg. He’d managed to get the reports with his clearance and while he’d begged for an assignment that brought him over there, they’d kept him here in Roswell to clear the land for their new facility, citing his desire to be close to family.

It figures that would bite him in the ass when he’d wanted to go after the only other family that mattered.

“This is yours?” Alex asks, pointing to the trailer.

“I mean, it belongs to the good ol’ US government,” Michael says, leaning forward to open the door so he can reveal the lab inside. He’s running the tests they’ve been asking for (chem tests, soil tests, and helping to plan the site), but he’s also using the opportunity to sneak in at night and get pieces off Foster Ranch.

It’s all kinds of win-win-win here.

“I didn’t know you’d be here today,” Alex admits. “I heard you were working with us…”

“Yeah?” Michael has had countless fantasies about what it’d be like to run into Alex again, but standing on a work site surrounded by coworkers hadn’t been in the list. He thinks that the CO would get a little pissed off if Michael backed Alex against the trailer and made out with him for the next forty minutes. “High school physics got boring, plus the job at the junkyard doesn’t exactly pay very well.”

He doesn’t think he should say, I’ve been waiting for you, I keep waiting for you to walk into a meeting room and be on my project, I’ve been needing to see you again.

Here he is, as large as life, and twice as handsome as Michael remembers him being.

“I heard you got your doctorate. I meant to send a card, but we were in the middle of the desert and…”

“It’s okay,” Michael promises. “You don’t have to apologize, it’s just a piece of paper.”

From the proud look on Alex’s face, he clearly doesn’t think so. He’s felt this before. With Max and Isobel, he’d felt it, that gut-punch of pride when he feels so happy of his accomplishments and no matter the dark sins of his past, he’s proven that he can be something.

The moment draws on, but it doesn’t feel awkward. If anything, it’s heated, the two of them staring at each other while the world around them shrinks.

“Are you going to the reunion?” Michael asks, when the silence between them starts to feel heavy and Michael starts to think about doing things other than talking again.

“I was thinking about it, but it felt a little like adult prom to me and my history with that isn’t so great,” Alex answers over his shoulder, but he doesn’t fully turn around. “You?”

“I was waiting to see if I could find a date. I don’t know,” Michael admits, heart pounding in his chest. “Isobel’s planning it, so I probably have to go no matter what. I said I’d help with the slideshow, so…”

“It could be fun,” Alex offers.

That moment is back and the heavy heat between them with it. Michael forces himself to look at Alex’s uniform so he doesn’t do something stupid like haul him inside the research lab and break all the samples by pushing him to the table. Alex looks like he’s considering things of his own, his eyes clearly on Michael’s lips.

“I should get back,” Alex finally admits, though he sounds weirdly disappointed. “I’m just here to help see the sale of the site through, I need to be back on base.” He lingers, again, like he’s waiting for Michael to say something.

Michael wishes someone had handed him a script or something, because he’s lost.

With one last shrug, Alex turns to start making his way out, leaning heavy on his crutch as Michael watches him go.

“You’re the stupidest genius I know,” the CO mutters as he walks past, shaking his head. “Or did they not teach you Romance at UNM?”

“Fuck off,” Michael hisses, which will probably get him a reprimand later, but it does do the trick of spotlighting the very big elephant in the room he’d been missing. The reunion, the hesitation, Alex’s waiting and disappointment…

“Hey!” Michael shouts after Alex, before he can get back in the car. Capitalizing on his courage, not caring how many people are around them, he keeps going, figuring in for a penny, in for a kiloton. “You wanna be my date to adult prom? I figure, I’m this published astrophysicist with a pretty sweet gig,” he says, with a casual shrug, “I might be able to hold my own against a decorated airman.”

Alex hasn’t fully turned around, but he’s smiling a little, lips curved upwards.The sun catches him perfectly, making his skin seem to glow, more beautiful than any alien piece Michael’s hiding in his bunker.

Michael tries not to think about how he’s asked Alex in front of a shitload of people and given their history, that might be a bad idea.

Lucky for him, history isn’t repeating itself. “Pick me up at six,” Alex says over his shoulder. “I expect you in a suit, Dr. Guerin,” he adds, and even from here, Michael can see the way Alex licks his lips, like the image of Michael in a suit in his head is tasty in and of itself.

He picks Alex up at six in a suit, and he’s got a corsage with him.

“Happy adult prom, huh?” Alex jokes.

Pinning it to Alex’s flannel (because the bastard made Michael dress up and then didn’t himself), he thinks he’ll figure out some fair revenge later. “Only if we end the night better than it did ten years ago.”

“I think that can be arranged.”

#Anonymous #malex #michael/alex #au #michael goes to unm #and becomes a Sexy Doctor #he and kyle totally have a 'doctor' 'doctor' pissing contest once a week #and it's amazing #roswell new mexico #fic prompts

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stayforya · 6 years ago

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CHEMISTRY

member: kim woojin

genre: best friend’s brother au!; fluff

words: 3.6k

summary: chemistry can explain the covalent bond, so maybe it can also explain the way he attracted you.

author: hyun

your best friend yeojin always lived next door

you can’t remember the time you weren’t friends

since families lived next to each other for years, you both became closer

mainly after she started studying at your school

in her house, there was her, a younger brother and an older brother

the younger one was so cute, smiley

but the older one didn’t give you much attention when you came to their house

so you never knew stuff about him or anything

as you grew up, the age gap started to seem okay

and that’s when you started to notice him

after school, you were both in front of your house spying on him

not that you meant to spy, but he appeared so you started to

he was with a girl, maybe his girlfriend

“woojin? I bet he’ll never date anyone”, your friend rolled her eyes

not a second after she closed her mouth, woojin and the girl were kissing

“oh my God”, you were surprised

your friend closed her eyes and claimed “my eyes are burning! how can I unsee this? I’ll carry this trauma for the rest of my life!”

you laughed

“come on, don’t be dramatic”

“if you had an older brother you’d understand how traumatizing it is to see him kissing someone. I always thought woojin only studied and played sports”

“looks like he also enjoys kissing”, you teased her

“ew, y/n. I bet mom and dad don’t know they are dating”, she shrugged

not a second after, woojin’s father showed up in front of the house and greeted the girl

next day at school

yeojin told you the news

“you won’t believe! woojin’s girlfriend had dinner with us”

you felt happy but not fully happy

“yesterday?”

“yeah, and she’s quite nice”

“and how it went?”

“normal. woojin must like her”

and that’s it?

not that you cared about the details

“she seems nice”, you said while walking to the classroom

“yeah but it’s weird, I dunno. I mean, my older brother dating someone, how can a girl fall in love with that dumb boy?”

you laughed

“it’s your point of view as his younger sister who grew up fighting with him”

“meh. I don’t care, let’s go to class”

days went by

you and yeojin met almost every day to study

one day in your house, the other one in hers

you were both in hers when woojin came downstairs

you were in kitchen and he came in to get some food

“hey, y/n”, he said

your heart skipped a beat but you managed to stay cool

“hey”

“wow great mood”, his sister made fun of him

“I always say hi to her, in my defence”, he smiled, “what’s that?”

he got closer to see your books

“we’re having some trouble with chemistry”, yeojin explained

“do you want help?”

he sat in front of you, drinking some juice he found in the refrigerator

you focused in the start, but come onnnnn

he looks so good

his strong hands pointing to the images on the book

his calm voice explaining so well

he could be a chemistry teacher but who would pay attention to molecules when kim woojin is right there being the sweetest person on earth?

“ok, hold on, y/n. calm down. when did you start thinking of him like this?”, you said to yourself

“you guys get it?”, he asked

you shook your head to put away your thoughts

but he thought you were trying to say “no” in a cute way

“do you have any question, y/n?”

“hm, me? no, no, I’m fine”, you fake smiled trying to not mess up more

“you can ask, friend”, yeojin said and you looked at her with laser coming out of your eyes

“I have no question at. all.”, you said between your teeth, smiling at her

she probably didn’t understand what you were trying to communicate with your eyes for her to stop insisting

“look, I’m free on monday afternoons so you both can come to me if you need help”, woojin drank the rest of his juice

“hm, you did a good job, thanks”, yeojin said

and he messed up her hair

you knew they didn’t have a lovely siblings relationship but when they weren’t tired of each other, they did have fun together

woojin offered but you thought that asking him to help you with chemistry would be too much

you both played together once or twice when you were younger but nothing else

so, as days passed by, you just said hi when accidentally meeting him

and walked away, trying to avoid questions

until you got a C- on chemistry and that’s when you realised

studying by yourself wasn’t enough anymore

books and notebooks ready, there you went to woojin’s house

your friend wasn’t at home that monday

she sent you a message saying she wouldn’t be there but woojin would

you just knocked at the door

freaking out inside

heart almost coming out of your chest

and he opened it

as if it was the gates of heaven

“hey!”

he was still wearing the uniform, but without the jacket

“come in”

“is it too early?”

“no, it’s perfect”, woojin lead you to the table as if it was your first time there

“thanks”

“yeojin told me...”

“yeah, I got a C-”

“ah, that happens to everyone”, you usually hate this kind of speech, it doesn’t happen to everyone

but since it was him saying that, in his cool way of speaking

“how much time do we have?”

“I’m free for you, don’t worry”

he said that in such a peaceful way

your heart was starting to race and your throath was dry

free for you

“so where do we start?”, you asked, trying to focus

“maybe we should try to solve again the exam questions you got wrong”

concentrated, you could tell he was willing to help you

you never truly noticed before, but woojin always had a kind heart

he used to help his younger siblings with their homeworks when they were younger

and he also always washed his dad’s car, you could see that while watering the plants on sundays

always went with his mom to supermarket

you really needed that help

and since woojin was available, you took the chance

that’s why you really paid attention to everything he said

you both solved again the same questions

and new ones on the book

you were there for probably two hours already

“do you wanna eat something?”

“no, I’m fine”, you answered

“are you sure?”, he asked, mouth full and a naughty smile

in his right hand, the cookie he was eating; in the left one, a tray full of cookies

you couldn’t turn down the offer

you both kept studying while eating, and you were really doing better after the way he explained

much better than how teacher explained

“thank you so much for taking your time...”, you said, packing your stuff

“no problem, you can come back anytime”

heart started to race again, dang it!

you got your backpack and went to the door

“bye”

“see ya”, woojin said and waved while you walked away

a couple steps and you’d be home, but you felt him watching you

or maybe he was waiting for someone else

but no, he wasn’t

cause he waved again when you arrived and only then closed the door

you couldn’t help but smile to yourself

“where were you?”, your mom appeared when you walked in

“I was studying at the kim’s”

“their parents told us woojin is really good with chemistry, physics...”

“yeah, he helped me and yeojin with our questions”, you threw the backpack on the sofa

and were about to go upstairs take a shower

“oh he remembered!”, your mom said and you didn’t understand what she was talking about

“hm... remembered what?”

“I told him about your C-, he said you could come over”

“you... told him?”, there was probably a huge question mark above your head

“yes, why?”

“so that’s why he was so kind to me?”

“well, woojin is actually kind to everyone, sweetie, it wasn’t because of that”, she said

“mom, you didn’t have to... seriouslyyyy”

“he’s willing to help”

“just because you asked!”

ugh, you felt so stupid

“but why is this important?”

“just... whatever”, you ran upstairs angry with yourself

you know when you feel stupid

because someone is being so nice

and somehow you deep down think it’s because they find you enjoyable

but it’s because of something else?

that’s it

he must have taken time for you because he respects your parents and your mom asked for his help

not because he wanted to do it firstly

thinking about it made your brain burn and you got into the cold shower to cool it out

next week you had a new chemistry exam

you studied so hard

not with woojin anymore

you just weren’t in the mood to go after him again

and he already helped, so now it was up to you

you were so nervous

but yes, you gave your all

woojin’s voice was echoing inside your head

all his tips, the questions you solved together

well, maybe you’d get a good grade this time

after the test, you and yeojin went to an ice cream shop

“so how was the test?”, yeojin asked, mouth full of mint ice cream

“better than I thought, even though I was pretty nervous, to be honest”

“woojin will be happy to know that”

“I don’t even know my grade yet”

“hm!”, she reminded something, “he and his girlfriend broke up”

“what?”, you were honestly shocked cause you even forgot he was dating

so much going on in your head those days

“yeah, mom asked about her yesterday and he said they broke up weeks ago”

“weren’t they dating for, like, one month?”

“I think so, but turns out they were together just for prom”

“that’s unlike him”

“I overheard him talking to mom and he said they weren’t into each other, but I think she was the one that broke up, tho”, yeojin said

you shrugged

you never wanted him to broke up or anything

because you knew, despite liking him, woojin would never see you the way you saw him

what would yeojin think about the fact that you liked her older brother?

the whole “best friend’s brother” thing was great on tv shows, but not in real life

it could bring some mess

mainly when both families were so close to each other

“look, look! that boy over there!”, your friend pointed

outside the ice cream shop, he couldn’t see her pointing at him

“who’s that?”

“the boy I like”

“whaaaaat? when did you start...?”

“this week. I met him at the library... he is just SO CUTE”

“lol you fall in love easily”

“stop, that’s not true. we studied together”

“oh so that’s why you didn’t come to study with me!”, you hit her playfully

“I thought you’d be fine studying with woojin”, she laughed

“I didn’t study with him this week, you idiot”

you treated each other like this, but it was your own way of showing affection lol

“since last week he didn’t shut up about how you’re nice”

what did she say? omg

you almost choked

“I thought we already knew each other, tho”, you tried to act cool, “plus, my mom was the one who asked him to help me. can you believe that?”

“oh yeah, I saw her talking to mom and him”

“omg seriously... my mom...”

“but you know he was willing to help you since that day, right? so when your mom asked him, he said he was already helping us with chemistry and he could do that again”

you felt stupid again

why did you care so much if your mom asked or not? what matters is that he made himself available for that

because that’s woojin

the kind hearted guy

thinking of him was unavoidable

even with days going by, even with so much in your head

in the end of the day, when you layed your head on the pillow, he was the first thought

one day you saw him while you were studying at yeojin’s

he threw a smile and raised his hand, saying hi

asking how things were going

you just answered like you always did

yes, you liked him. a lot.

for a long time, but you only had the courage to understand the feeling now

he was still your best friend’s brother, tho

and you couldn’t even imagine confessing, never in a million years

everytime this idea came in, your mind knew it was a bad one

cause he probably saw you as a little girl

the age gap wasn’t even that big...

“guess what? I have a date today”, yeojin said

“w h a t?”, you were surprised and happy at the same time, “is it the library guy?”

“yes, it is, girl”

“omg I’m so glad for you! when you get home, just call me”

“of course I will! oh, and woojin asked what was your chemistry grade”

“really? I thought he forgot it already”, you laughed

“I wish he did, but not the case. just go there today, he’ll be home the whole afternoon”

“what do you mean? it’s weird. I’ll go there just to say ‘oh hi woojin I got an A, thank you so much for your help’?”

“hmm, yeah? I don’t know, just tell him so he will stop asking me. and wait for me there so I can tell you everything of today’s date in person!”, she had an exciting smile on her face

it was nice to see your friend so excited with something

the library boy was nice, as long as he didn’t break her heart, you’d be okay with him

you came back home thinking about woojin

why did he keep asking about the chemistry test? why didn’t he ask you directly?

oh, but to be honest, you were the one avoiding him all the time

after doing everything you had to do, and when you thought yeojin would be coming back home so you and him wouldn’t be in awkward silence for a long time

you went to the kim’s

you didn’t have to knock because the door was open

chicken delivery

woojin was paying the delivery guy when you arrived

“oh. hi”, you said

awkwardddd

“hi, y/n!”

“is yeojin home?”

“no, only my brother and I, but you can come in!”

the younger brother of kim family was really cute and he was sitting on the sofa playing games on tv

woojin was probably playing with him, but when you arrived, he led you to the kitchen and left the young one playing by himself for a moment and eating fried chicken

he put the other fried chicken boxes on the kitchen’s table and opened one of them

“do you want some?”, he asked

“I won’t reject, it’s smelling good”

he laughed

“so, what about chemistry?”

ok, but let’s be real here

why did he look good all the time?

he was leaning on the marble desk and looking at you

it was a funny scene

you both eating fried chicken so comfortable with each other

“I got an A”

“oh!”, he was so hyped, you felt your cheeks burning, “congrats! you deserve it, you really worked hard”

“thank you for helping me”, you said

you felt his eyes on your face

“you can count on me, y/n”, he was serious now

but his eyes carried so much

his kind personality showed through the smallest acts

he came closer, but not to touch you, just to give you the ketchup

“ah, thanks”

“I didn’t know you liked fried chicken that much”, he said

“I love it, seriously”

“you’re invited to come again”

“when?”

“anytime. I’m free for you”

you looked at him

he looked back at you

and you were both staring at each other without any words being said

until yeojin appeared by the kitchen’s door

“Y/N! it was the best date ever!”, there were little hearts coming out of her eyes

you were pulled to reality again

and ran to her, to listen every little detail she was about to tell

woojin’s sweet face couldn’t get out of your head

but you needed to live this happy moment with your friend, so you just focused on her

“hey, what are you doing here by yourself?”, you heard his voice

you were sitting in front of your house, after watering all the plants, thoughts out of the world

while watching the day turning into night

“just thinking”, you answered

“can I...?”, he wanted to sit on the step with you

“of course”

he didn’t wait to start his point

“y/n, is it my impression or you’re trying to avoid me?”

if you were eating something, you would definitely choke

“me? no”

“cause, you know, we weren’t very close like you are with yeojin, but-”

“yeah, I’ve been avoiding you”, you let it come out, regretting at the exact moment

“why?”

“because I think we shouldn’t become closer, since our families are close”

he frowned

“is that because you like me?”

you froze

for how long did he know?

“what do you mean?”, pretending you don’t understand is a good option

“if this is the reason”, you were looking at him and he was looking to the sky

then his eyes stared at you

“you don’t have to be afraid of telling me. cause I’m here for you”

his voice was low and every single syllable coming out of his lips gave you chills

you never thought you both would have this kind of conversation, but it didn’t feel uncomfortable at all

his words embraced you

“w-why are you talking like this?”

“I have feelings for you, y/n. and I know there’s so much going on and more to come, but in the midst of everything I couldn’t stop thinking of you.”

you were only listening

and it felt like a dream, like a hallucination, anything

but not like real life

you always thought you’d be the one confessing, he would say sorry for not feeling the same and you’d move on

and then there you were, woojin expressing how he felt towards you

“maybe you’re confused, woojin. please don’t say anything you’re not completely certain of”

at this point you were scared of him playing with your feelings

it felt weird

you were overwhelmed by the fact that he liked you, but also afraid of being fooled

that kind hearted guy... the one who spent hours straight reviewing the topics for chemistry

the one who made you laugh and ate fried chicken with you

the one who treated you right

your best friend’s brother

that’s why you were feeling guilty, as if you couldn’t accept his feelings

he was not just someone you had feelings for, he was your best friend’s brother, your neighbour, friends with your family

“I’m not confused at all, y/n. I wouldn’t tell you if I wasn’t sure”

“woojin...”

he opened his right arm and you didn’t think twice before hugging him

that was crazy

how did it end up happening?

you couldn’t forget about the reality, because someone could open the door and see you two there, but you couldn’t help

inside his hug it was so warm, you’d live there if you could

you looked at him

your faces were so close

his eyes on you, you closed yours

he was looking at your face, you could feel it

then you heard the door opening slowly

falling out from the love atmosphere, woojin held your hand and took you to the side of your house

you just sat on the grass, trying hard not to laugh

you peeked and saw the door closing again

“it’s dangerous to hug in front of my house”, you whispered

“and what about on the side of your house?”, he asked, giving you his sweet smile

“anyone can see us, omg”

“if it’s yeojin, then it’s okay”, woojin said

“what? I didn’t tell her I have feelings for you”

he seemed happy to hear you admiting it

“I bet she already knows I like you”, woojin shrugged

“really?”

“by the way she looks at me when you’re around and how she made us meet a couple times”

omg it made sense

did yeojin know all the time?

well, you didn’t know

but kim woojin was right beside you

and everything you wanted was to be with him

with your left hand, you touched his face and brought it closer

and kissed his cheek

but you were too close

way too close to miss this opportunity

your noses touched and you smiled at each other

you looked at him, and his eyes were closed

you did the same

sat on the grass, about to be caught in any moment

his lips on yours

gently, calm

no rush because it felt like there was enough time

his face touched yours and his soft skin made you want to touch his cheeks, his eyelids, his nose

woojin’s details

but you felt more cherished than ever

he cupped your face

his touch in your cheeks was caring

just like him

when your lips parted, you heard the door opening again

“I’ll bring it to the kim’s”, it was your mother’s voice coming out of your house

you told woojin to stay there while you showed up out of nowhere in front of your mom

“hey, mum”

“hey, girl, what are you doing?”, she was carrying a pie in a glass bowl

“I was watering the plants here”, your hands on your pockets and your nervous smile never fooled her

but this time, she just handed you the glass bowl

“great, so help me giving this pie to the kim’s”

“uh, it smells awesome”

“I know”, she bragged

when she closed the door, you finally breathed

and woojin was still here, hiding just how you told him to

you laughed at his face

“let’s go, this pie is for your family”

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