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Ch. 12: The Opened Chamber

Fandom: Harry Potter (Hogwarts years 1-7) Pairing: Draco x OFC

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For the next few days, everyone was cautious when it came time to Defence Against the Dark Arts and, generally, of Lockhart himself. It was clear as day (to anyone with brains) that the man wasn't as gifted as one would think when it came to magic. It also meant that since Lockhart wasn't necessarily teaching DADA lesson concepts, anyone actually interested in the class had to go about it on their own.

While Ron overlooked the Quidditch stand rails, Hermione sat beside him engrossed in a book. Harry and the rest of the Gryffindors were meant to practice for the first time that year.

"Have they started yet?" Romina called from a distance. She and Carolinha Paes were making their way towards the two Gryffindors.

"No, not yet," Ron glumly took a seat beside Hermione.

"What are you reading?" Romina curiously asked Hermione, but the bushy-haired girl didn't respond. Rolling her eyes, Romina came closer. "Hermione, c'mon, are you actually still mad with me?"

Hermione's dark eyes briefly looked up from the book. Her hand passed the page and she went back to reading. She had not forgiven Romina for protesting the points Lockhart awarded her on their first day of class.

Romina thought it was ridiculous. "If roles were reversed, you would have definitely said something about how stupid it was!"

"Maybe we should sit somewhere else," Carolinha suggested, trying to keep the peace. She didn't really like confrontations.

"Hermione, let it go!" Romina exclaimed, completely ignoring Carolinha for the moment. "It was just one of my usual lash outs! I never said you didn't deserve to be awarded. I only said that the situation in which you were awarded in was unfair. The class is Defence Against the Dark Arts, not an 'All about Lockhart' course!"

"Why keep arguing?" Ron looked at the two girls with a crazed expression. "The man's loony. Let's leave it at that."

Carolinha shook her head. "I think he's a total idiot."

"Yes, exactly!" Ron made a 'thank you' gesture at her before doing a double-take at her. "Who are you?"

Carolinha sheepishly smiled. "Carolinha Paes. I'm Angel's sister."

"Right…" Ron distractedly said then looked past her and Romina to the field. He'd seen something interesting.

"Hermione, c'mon," Romina plopped down on the stand. "You know I didn't do it with bad intentions."

Hermione considered the words and tentatively looked up from her book. "I know that…"

"So then why are you mad at me?"

Hermione grudged and snapped her book shut. "I'm not mad, merely upset, that you would protest my points for my House. If I didn't know any better you were trying to make sure Gryffindor didn't get points at all."

"Okay, now you're exaggerating," Romina playfully rolled her eyes.

Hermione shared a blip of a smile with her.

Carolinha had turned to the fields as well with Ron. "I thought your House was supposed to practice?"

"We were," Ron frowned. There were shades of green robes filling the field instead of the Gryffindor scarlet.

"What's going on?" Romina watched Ron hurry down to the fields.

"I think Slytherin is going to practice now," Carolinha answered calmly. She sounded more curious, actually. "Well, at least now it's going to be interesting."

"What's she talking about?" Hermione whispered to Romina.

"Look," Carolinha continued, "I think the Weasley twins are about to go down on Flint. They're always so funny to me."

"My twins?" Romina sighed and got up. Hermione did the same and without saying it, they agreed it was time to head down to the field.

"Romina, where are you going?" Carolinha called after the girls. She had stayed in the bleachers, looking out to the field.

"If the twins are there, then you know there's going to be trouble!" Romina exclaimed.

"What? They wouldn't do anything — oh, look, I think that's Draco too."

"Oh yeah, definitely trouble now!" Romina exchanged a worried look with Hermione. The two girls rushed towards the field then, leaving Carolinha to watch on her own.

"...I'm the new Slytherin Seeker, Weasley," Draco was in the middle of informing, probably towards Ron who was gaping with a mouth open. "Everyone's just been admiring the brooms my father bought our team. Good, aren't they?"

For Harry, Romina and Hermione, the 'new brooms' really only seemed different in that they were silver.

"But perhaps the Gryffindor team will be able to raise some gold and get new brooms, too. You could raffle off those Cleansweep Fives; I expect a museum would bid for them."

The entire Slytherin team burst into laughter.

Hermione scowled at them all and decided to clap back. "At least no one on the Gryffindor team had to buy their way in. They got in on pure talent."

Everyone stopped. Draco set a cold look on Hermione. "No one asked your opinion, you filthy little Mudblood!"

"Hey!" Romina growled. "You don—"

Both Fred and George didn't do the 'words' and instead lunged towards Draco. Oliver Wood and some of the other Gryffindors tried holding them back while the Slytherins protected their new Seeker. Romina pulled Hermione a couple steps back, actually afraid of what would happen next.

"How dare you!" Ron whipped out his wand. Since the Whomping Willow accident, his wand hung by a string of its core. To keep it together, Ron had tied a piece of tape around it, or rather Hermione had done it. "Eat slugs!" Something green shot out from his wand...but from the wrong end. Instead of hitting Draco, Ron suffered the blow. His body was thrown backwards, landing flat on his back on the ground.

"Ron!" went both Romina and Hermione. They scurried over to see Ron actually belch out a slug from his mouth.

"Eugh," Romina took one step backwards.

Two more slugs dropped from Ron's mouth. Hearing the Slytherin laughter, Ron stood up as if to argue with them, but instead began to belch again.

"We'd better get him to Hagrid's, it's nearest," Harry told Hermione. They took Ron down the field, towards the gamekeeper's hut. Behind them went a first year with a muggle large camera in hand.

"Are you quite done?" Romina remained on the field, tapping her shoe and crossing her arms. The Slytherins had yet to stop laughing. The Gryffindors were beginning to walk away, and seeing that her fellow 'housemates' weren't going to be paying attention to her, she did the same.

"Sorry you have to deal with the lot every day," Fred thought to say as they walked together back to the castle.

"They're actually not bad people—" Romina barely got to say when George scoffed on her other side. "Look, I don't speak for Marcus Flint nor the rest of the older Slytherins, but the people in my year...they're not awful. We're twelve!"

Both twins chuckled.

"Oh Aline, you have a lot to learn," George swung an arm around Romina's shoulder. Hearing her loathed middle name, Romina punched him on the arm.

"Never call me that!"

~ 0 ~

More weeks passed and nothing got better in terms of DADA education. Romina was beginning to dread each time they had to walk into Lockhart's class. She preferred to focus on the other classes that weren't jokes. The homework certainly wasn't.

Romina, Arden and the Paes twins sat in the common room trying to finish their homework on time. Things were going relatively fine until...

"No, if you were to add in that ingredient you'd blow your head off, literally!" Romina leaned over Angel's parchment of potions homework.

"Would not!" the brunette boy argued.

"Would too!"

"You're not going to do this again are you?" Carolinha, sitting across them on the other couch, looked up from her own work.

"Do what?" both Romina and Angel frowned.

Arden, who'd taken her usual spot on the floor, answered their question. "Argue! You've been doing that all afternoon!"

Romina rolled her eyes and went back to her own parchment. "Not my fault Angel's too stubborn."

Hearing her mutter, Angel retorted, "Well it's not my fault Romina's an academic know-it-all."

"Ah!" Romina gawked, letting her quill fall. "How dare you!?"

Angel chuckled at her.

"I-I can't do this anymore," Arden gave up on her homework thanks to the two. She collected her things off the floor and stood up. "I'm going to dinner."

"We'll be there in a bit," Carolinha reassured.

"Yeah, don't be too long. It's my turn to pick on Pansy," Arden walked off with a smirk on her face.

"Is that just something they do for fun?" Angel asked once Arden had gone.

"Well, no, I think Pansy truly despises Arden now," Romina said carelessly. "Before I thought she just found Arden annoying. And because Arden knows this information she has some fun and argues as much as possible with her."

"That's some complicated relationship," Carolinha sighed and began to get up. "But nothing we're not used to. It's the same between Pansy and Daphne, honestly."

"Basically Pansy with anyone," Angel said with a smirk, causing the girls to giggle.

"I'm hungry. Let's go to dinner?" Carolinha asked the two hopefully.

Agreeing, Romina and Angel desisted on their homework for the night and followed Carolinha to the Great Hall. There were great discussions to be had since the first Quidditch game was just around the corner, not to mention Halloween was right behind it. Still, while the discussions went on - and an argument here and there happened - Romina took notice of the Gryffindor table where Harry was once again missing.

She crossed glances with Hermione and Ron but it was easy to tell that neither of them knew where Harry was either. Romina somewhat relaxed when Hermione and Ron got up to -presumably - look for Ron.

"Why do you always stare at that hideous table?" Pansy Parkinson brought Romina out of her thoughts. "One could say you would rather be there."

"If it's away from you then I'd love to join them too," Arden didn't fail to remark. She bit into a biscuit after.

"It's because she wishes she had been sorted into Gryffindor," Draco made his own input, throwing Romina a brief glance. "Isn't that right?"

They sat next to each other so it wasn't that hard for Romina to ignore his look. "Well if it means I get to be away from you, then sure." Arden beamed at her used comment. Best friends did think alike.

"You're still mad?" Draco raised an eyebrow at Romina.

"Mad at what?" Pansy looked between the two suspiciously.

"The word you're not allowed to use—he used it," Romina explained, maintaining eye contact with Draco. She surprisingly had an intense stare. "On Hermione."

"What word?" Arden innocently asked while she munched on a pastry.

Theodore Nott snorted. "I wouldn't ask."

Of course that only made Arden even more curious. She looked at the rest of the group, hoping that someone would give her the answer. Blaise Zabini seemed to be the one until Angel purposely cut him off after one word.

"It's a word that real high class people shouldn't use." He looked directly at Draco.

And as if to defy him, Draco went ahead and answered Arden's question. "I said 'mudblood'."

Arden still remained in the dark. "What does that mean?"

"It means—" Draco was about to explain when Romina punched him on the arm. "Ow! What? I was only trying to explain!"

"Oh yes, and I suddenly have the power to fly," Romina sarcastically retorted. "You're awful, you know that?"

This made no effect on the boy. "What's the big deal?" And just when Romina opened her mouth, Draco decided to keep going lest he want a lecture in the air. "I say things all the time. Don't act so surprised."

"This time you went too far," Romina frowned.

"So you're just going to stay angry with me?"

"Yup."

"Why can't you move on?"

Romina didn't bother to answer. She found much more happiness in her dessert. There was pudding!

At last, the feast came to an end, and the students began to file out of the Great Hall. In all the meanwhile Romina had eaten, neither Hermione nor Ron returned. But she didn't even get to think much about it when they heard some commotion up ahead.

"What the hell!?" Pansy was the first to give signs of trouble. She was crumbling her nose because her shoes had been submerged under water that was covering the hallway.

"Ew," even Arden was agreeing this time. "Sewage water."

The students grew closer to the source of the true problem, and found Harry, Ron and Hermione standing at the front of it all. Mrs. Norris the cat was hanging upside down from a torch bracket with her eyes open and a permanently frozen face. What really drove things home was the cryptic message written across the wall.

THE CHAMBER OF SECRETS HAS BEEN OPENED ENEMIES OF THE HEIR... BEWARE.

"Enemies of the heir, beware! You'll be next, Mudbloods!" Draco flashed a malicious grin at Hermione.

Romina stomped hard on his foot. "That! That is why we can't move on!"

Filch had arrived to disperse the band of students and thus interrupted what was sure to be an interesting scolding. "What's going on here? Go on now! Make way…" But the man came to an abrupt stop when he saw his precious cat stunned. His eyes quickly rounded on Harry. "You! You've murdered my cat! I'll kill you! I'll—"

"Argus!" Dumbledore interrupted. He, McGonagall, Lockhart and Snape were right behind him. As soon as Dumbledore saw what was written on the wall he began to send the students away...except for Harry, Ron and Hermione.

Needless to say, the center of conversations for all students became the message on the wall...and just who was the "heir".

"It's definitely a pureblood," Arden was giving her voice of opinion later that week. She and Romina were passing the courtyard to get to their respective classes. "It's got to be. Who else would come up with something as sinister as a 'Chamber of Secrets'." She rolled her eyes at the idea. Since the whole 'mudblood' ordeal last week, she had made it her personal mission to learn more about the wizarding community. She was disgusted with some of the old fashioned thoughts of some people, specifically those who called themselves pureblood families.

"If you think like that then you're no better than purebloods looking down on muggle-borns and half-bloods," Romina said bluntly. "It's a tricky things, these ways. A lot of these customs have dated way back. It's very hard to change people's minds about them."

"When did you get so knowledgeable about this stuff?" Arden wondered.

Romina preferred not to answer with 'Draco taught me' as it would lead to a conversation she didn't want to have. Now more than ever, she was determined to keep her brief pureblood lessons with Draco a secret. She would take it to her tomb, if possible.

"So...who do you think is the heir?" Arden waggled an eyebrow at Romina. The two stopped at the intersection where their classes would separate them.

"I have no idea," Romina truthfully replied, shrugging her shoulders. And she really didn't. Everyone at school were just students who barely knew how to cast spells. The older students probably didn't have the guts and the professors had no reason to 'open' this chamber after such a long time being at the school.

"Hm," Arden's eyes looked to the side. "I'll have to Sherlock Holmes it."

Romina caught sight of the common trio of Gryffindor and hurriedly said goodbye to Arden to meet up with them. She had yet to properly talk with them since the message appeared.

~ 0 ~

"We don't know who did it either," Harry grew tired of repeating himself. He'd already been asked thousands of times before Romina did. "We just found things like they were!"

"You have some luck, you know," Romina made a face. "But that voice you said you heard...are you sure you heard it? You didn't just imagine it or something…?"

"I didn't," Harry also was tired of saying. Ron and Hermione hounded him with questions about it the same night of the question.

"But you also said Lockhart didn't hear it," Hermione reminded, till seeming unsure herself.

"Well, no—"

"But maybe Lockhart was lying," Ron interrupted and sent the girls a sharp look.

Romina scoffed before Harry could get a word in. "Oh please. Lockhart would take anything he could use for his own advantage. Hearing voices in the air would definitely be his number one story by now."

"Plus, neither of us heard anything, remember?" Hermione raised an eyebrow at Ron.

"But it is strange that soon as Harry heard this 'voice'—" Romina made quotation marks with her fingers, —you found the stupid cat petrified? It's just—"

"Hey!" Harry finally got a word in, even going as far as raising a hand to remind his friends he was, in fact, still there and listening. "I want to clarify that this voice I heard is in fact real and I didn't imagine it. Though now I'm thinking I should have told Dumbledore about this that night."

"Are you mad!?" Ron nearly lost it.

"In what world does hearing voices no one else can ever turn out good for that person?" Romina challenged Harry to think about it. "Whether it's the muggle world or the wizarding world, hearing secret voices is not good."

Harry sighed...but ultimately agreed. People were already beginning to form their own assumptions and if word got out that he was hearing strange voices there was no doubt he would become the prime culprit of it all.

~ 0 ~

Transfiguration would be having the students attempt to change their animals into water goblets. McGonagall performed her own example - changing a bird into a crystal water goblet - and then picked Ron to follow. Nervously, Ron tapped his rat, Scabbers, with his broken (but taped up) wand. Scabbers ended as a goblet with a tail.

"You must replace that wand, Mr. Weasley," McGonagall changed Scabbers back into himself.

Hermione's hand suddenly raised a hand. Romina gave her a significant look, knowing that Hermione had understood perfectly the lesson...so what exactly did she have a question about?

"Yes, Miss Granger?"

Hermione seemed hesitant to go ahead and ask her question, but she ultimately spoke up. "Professor, I was wondering if you could tell us about the Chamber of Secrets?"

McGonagall took a step back, as if the question had physically forced her to. Around the class, the students fell over with silence. Everyone's eyes were glued on the professor. "My subject is Transfiguration, Miss Granger."

"Yes, Professor. But there seems to be very little written about the Chamber of Secrets," Hermione spoke from her endless nights at the library searching for anything having to do with the Chamber. "For those of us with a personal interest in the subject, that is... disturbing."

McGonagall looked at the rest of her students, and seeing that literally no one was planning on listening to her lecture unless she spoke about the Chamber...she spoke. "Very well. You all know, of course, that Hogwarts was founded over a thousand years ago by the four greatest witches and wizards of the age: Godric Gryffindor, Helga Hufflepuff, Rowena Ravenclaw, and Salazar Slytherin. Three of the founders co-existed quite harmoniously. One did not."

Ron snorted and whispered to Harry, "Three guesses who?"

"Salazar Slytherin wished to be more selective about the students admitted to Hogwarts. He believed that magical learning should be kept within all-magic families. In other words, purebloods. Unable to sway the others, he decided to leave the school. According to legend, Slytherin had built a hidden chamber in this castle, known as the Chamber of Secrets. Shortly before departing, he sealed it until that time when his own true heir returned to the school. The heir alone would be able to open the Chamber of Secrets and unleash the horror within, and by so doing, purge the school of all those who, in Slytherin's view, were unworthy to study magic."

"Muggle-borns," Hermione understood and was dissuaded from questioning further.

"Yes. Naturally, the school has been searched many times for such a chamber. It has never been found."

There was utter silence until...Romina raised her hand this time. "Professor, what exactly does the legend tell us lies within the Chamber?"

"The Chamber is said to be home to something which the heir of Slytherin alone can control. It is said to be home...to a monster."

After that, no one dared to ask anymore questions. After class, though, there were many things to be discussed.

"I always knew Salazar Slytherin was a twisted old loony," Ron spoke first on their way out of class. "But I never knew he started all this pure-blood stuff. I wouldn't be in his House if you paid me—"

"Ahem?" Romina shot him a glare that made him gulp.

"You know you're the exception…"

"Mhm," Romina rolled her eyes.

"Hiya, Harry!" first-year Gryffindor, Colin Creavey, rushed up to the group. "Harry — Harry — a boy in my class has been saying you're —" But because of the crowd around, he was taken along with them and never got to finish his statement.

"What's a boy in his class saying about you?" Hermione asked curiously.

"That I'm Slytherin's heir, I expect," Harry glumly responded. Students had already begun to turn the other way when he was around.

Romina scoffed. "Please."

"People here'll believe anything," Ron agreed with Romina's disbelief. He stopped for a moment to think. "D'you really think there's a Chamber of Secrets?"

"I don't know," Hermione murmured. "Dumbledore couldn't cure Mrs. Norris, and that makes me think that whatever attacked her might not be — well — human."

"Not to mention the fact every single professor has got this face" — Romina made a gesture to hers — "that makes you want to shiver. They're worried. And if they're worried...so should we."

"Because if there really is a Chamber of Secrets, and it's really been opened, that means…" Harry would rather not say it outloud, but Hermione didn't hesitate.

"The Heir of Slytherin has returned to Hogwarts. The question is, who is it?"

Ron nearly laughed at how naive they all were. "Let's think," he sarcastically began, "Who do we know who thinks Muggle-borns are scum?"

Hermione didn't answer, but she was following Ron's gaze up to Draco up ahead. Soon, Romina and Harry did the same.

"If you're talking about him—" Hermione began, but Ron cut her off.

"Of course! You heard him: 'You'll be next, Mudbloods'!"

"What? No!" Romina actually had a good laugh. "That is probably the most ridiculous thing I have heard up to date. And I've heard plenty."

"Oh, c'mon, Romina," Ron argued, even stopping to get his point across.

"What? I'm being serious," Romina turned to him too, slowly sobering from her laughter. "I mean, I get that you hate him—he's given you good reasons to—but to say that he opened up a secret chamber—" her eyes widened for dramatic effect, "—to get rid of all muggle-borns...that's just hilariously stupid."

Ron huffed and crossed his arms.

"Maybe Ron's right," Harry put a hand on his friend's arm, ignoring Romina's irritated scoff. "I mean, look at his family. The whole lot of them have been in Slytherin for centuries."

"Hey," Romina pointed at him suddenly, her playfulness gone and replaced with a warning look, "I will not let you disrespect my House like that. By thinking like that you're basically saying that I'm going to grow up to become some dark witch. And—" she spoke just as Harry and Ron opened their mouths presumably to tell her she was wrong, "—don't you dare tell me that 'I'm the exception' because that's just a joke. I'm going to remind you that both my aunt and uncle were also in Slytherin and, contrary to the people who birthed me, they are the kindest people I know."

Hermione looked between the three, unsure of where to speak for and against. "It wouldn't hurt to try and see whether or not Malfoy is the Heir…"

Romina sighed and stepped back, appalled. "You too?"

"We won't call him out, we can just find another way."

"Fine, if you want, I can just ask him and be done with it," Romina turned around to just that task when the three Gryffindors yelled 'no!' and grabbed her back.

"Are you mad, woman!?" Ron nearly shook the girl. "Like he'd ever tell you!"

"See, this is where my name actually does me some good," Romina shrugged. "Oswells have the famous reputation of being evil. For once, that could work in my favor."

"We're not taking that chance," Harry shook his head.

"We don't have to," Hermione said with a new light in her eyes - she had an idea. "We can get Crabbe and Goyle to tell us. They must know the truth."

"Are you implying that Draco would rather tell those two bozos than me?" Romina frowned.

Now both Harry and Ron made horrible faces. "Why does that seem to bother you?" Ron asked with an edge in his voice.

Romina blinked, as if just realizing herself, then shook her head. "No! I just meant...well, Draco does spend a lot of time with Blaise and Theo too."

"Yeah, but trust me, it would be a lot easier to get Crabbe and Goyle," Hermione said with a strange smirk. It caught everyone's attention.

"Why do you say it like that?" Romina raised an eyebrow at the girl. "What are you thinking about doing?"

"I'm thinking that we're going to impersonate those two and in the process break about fifty school rules. Also, it would be very dangerous."

Romina, Harry and Ron all exchanged glances with each other. Had they heard right?

None of it seemed to matter because in the next second Ron demanded to know when they could start.

~ 0 ~

At night while most students were having dinner, Romina was led into the Gryffindor common room by Harry, Ron and Hermione. There was no one in there which created the perfect chance to really look at the book Hermione had swiped from the library's forbidden section thanks to Harry's invisibility cloak.

"Are you sure I'm allowed to be in here?" Romina took in the scarlet and golden room. It seemed very comfortable but...a bit messy with all the furniture and draping curtains. The only thing she envied was the view they got from their windows.

"I've checked—" Hermione said dutifully, "—and there is no explicit rule forbidding students to go into common rooms not of their House."

"Rule-abiding Hermione isn't going to make a visit right now is she?" Ron curiously asked.

Hermione rolled her eyes and excused herself for a minute to retrieve the book they needed from her dorm. She returned two minutes later with it and walked over to the couch. Together they began to skim the book for the potion Hermione talked about and with luck they found it within ten minutes.

"Those are some...interesting pictures…" Romina crinkled her nose at the disturbing illustrations on the pages.

Hermione was much more interested in the instructions. "Properly brewed, the Polyjuice Potion allows the drinker to transform himself temporarily into the physical form of another...'"

Ron had to stop her right there. "You mean, Harry and I drink some of this stuff and we turn into Crabbe and Goyle?"

"Yes."

"Wicked! Malfoy'll tell us anything!"

"Exactly. But it's tricky," Hermione warned. She kept passing her finger down the instructions. "I've never seen a more complicated potion. Lacewing flies, leeches, fluxweed. And, of course, we'll need a bit of whoever we want to change into too."

Now Ron's excitement faded right there "Hang on now. I'm drinking nothing with Crabbe's toenails in it."

"Y'all want to play Sherlock - that's the punishment," Romina said with a clear trace of satisfaction in her tone. "I told you that it would be a lot easier for me to just ask or at the very least try to impersonate Blaise and Theo."

"They're pretty smart," Hermione said, "We can't run the risk of using them and getting caught. Besides, don't you think it Malfoy was the Heir, he would tell someone who wouldn't say a soul? Can you see Blaise and Theo keeping it a secret?"

"No...guess not..." Romina thought that in a moment of spite, either one of the boys would betray Draco. Maybe even just for a joke. "Alrihgt, I get the point."

"How long will it take to make?" asked Harry.

"A month," Hermione answered after re-checking the instructions.

"A month?" Harry gaped. "But if Malfoy is the heir of Slytherin...he could attack half the Muggle-borns in the school by then!"

Romina rolled her eyes, but Hermione took a bit of the warning to heart. "You didn't have to tell me that."

~ 0 ~

The day of the first Quidditch game was a disastrous one from the start. As soon as Romina woke up, she could hear her House chanting for their team, so sure they would win. Romina knew with the brooms they had, it was very plausible. However, here came the problem. If she cheered for her House, her fellow Gryffindor friends would take it as a traitorous behavior because her best friend was their seeker.

"Ron, what am I supposed to do? Not cheer for my own team?" Romina was angrily demanding to know the right answer. She, Arden, Hermione and Ron were making their way towards the audience stands.

"Yes!" Ron didn't hesitate to answer, and with a loud shout. Both Romina and Arden glared.

"Not happening. I can cheer for both," Romina held her nose in the air and walked ahead with Arden.

"She's mad? How can she be mad?" Ron incredulously asked.

"I can't imagine her position is easy," Hermione tried to see through Romina's perspective. "On the one hand, she's a Slytherin and it's only natural she'd want to cheer her own team."

"On the other hand, Slytherins are cheaters. Malfoy just bought them their winning ticket. How could she cheer for that?"

Hermione could understand both sides. Unfortunately, even her quick wits weren't enough to find a solution for the problem.

Romina and Arden found spots beside Carolinha, Daphne and Pansy near the first row. Blaise, Theo and Angel were on the bleacher below them.

Noticing Romina's face, Arden gently bopped shoulders with Romina. "Don't mind what Ron said. I don't know him as well as you do, but he's got a big mouth that says things he usually regrets later."

Romina could agree there. Ron was always saying things he usually only meant in that moment. He wasn't evil, nor rude, but was very impulsive and just not a great listener. "You're right," Romina gave a small nod of her head. "I'm just going to have fun cheering for both teams."

Arden grinned, but Pansy - overhearing - had to comment on similar things that Ron had said. At least with her, Romina could easily deflect such words by simply ignoring her. What Pansy said was not in her care line.

When the game started, it was almost impossible for the Slytherins to see their team. They were like little blurred spots that zipped from one place to the other. The brooms were sure working their magic. Gryffindors were, at times, left wondering how it was that the ball escaped their clutches.

Into the game, Romina noticed something truly strange. She borrowed Angel's binoculars to get a better look at the field. "Is it me or does that bludger seem to have a thing for Harry this game?"

"His team is just not good at fighting them, that's all," Pansy didn't fail to make a shot at the Gryffindors.

"Yeah, but I think Romina might have a point this time…" Angel's head followed the movements of the bludger.

"You're going to make me dizzy," frowned Blaise. "Stop!"

Romina rolled her eyes and continued to watch the game through the binoculars. "Something isn't right," she mumbled. George had smacked a bludger away from Harry, but almost a second later it was back in Harry's direction. Is it possible the bludger had been tampered with?

"Oh, now I see it," Arden commented when Harry performed a series of quick witted moves with the broom to avoid the bludger. "Poor Harry."

"Who cares! Look!" Pansy pointed excitedly. "There's the snitch! And it's so close to Draco! He's sure to catch it now!"

"Something tells me he won't…" Arden snatched the binoculars from Romina to have a look now.

Carolinha tilted her head, confused like usual. "I don't get it. Why isn't Draco grabbing it yet? He doesn't have to move much."

"Because the idiot is probably more focused on insulting Harry," Romina sighed.

Arden was giggling. "You should see Flint's face right now."

"He's bound to get in trouble now," Daphne said, making a face..

"I think...both…" Romina was making a face of terrible fear because now Harry and Draco were flying for the Seeker, fighting each other of course, and somehow one winded up nearly hitting the wall while the latter spiraled out of control after hitting a beam.

With Harry, the bludger finally met him just as he caught the Golden Snitch. He lost control of his broom and went down to the pitch field as well. But, as if that wasn't enough, the bludger appeared to not have been finished with its work.

"Are you serious?" Romina rubbed her eyes just to make sure she wasn't seeing things. But of course hearing Pansy's laughter indicated this was very much reality.

Thankfully, someone from the Gryffindor stand acted fast and cancelled whatever spell that bludger was under.

Arden lowered the binoculars, revealing widened eyes and a gaping mouth. "What...a...game…"

~ 0 ~

Thanks to Gilderoy Lockhart's incessant endeavor to play hero, Harry had ended up in the night wing with absolutely no bones in an arm. Madame Pomfrey sure had her evening cut out for her.

"Will Harry be okay?" Carolinha stopped by the desk Romina was working at in their common room.

The black-haired girl looked up from her work with a smile. "I couldn't get in but I think he will be. I know there's a spell to get bones back in the arm."

"Painful one, probably," Pansy almost sing-sang as she walked by them. Both girls rolled their eyes.

"Hey, you lived," they heard Arden suddenly say.

Those in the common room glanced at the entrance to see Draco coming in with a dazed look, yet there was a gleaming scowl spreading on his pale face.

"Ten points Flint got to you already?" Theo stopped by the blonde with an eager face. "How bad was it?"

The look on Draco's face said it all.

"What can I say, you're a good player if not a bit easily distracted," Angel clapped him on the shoulder.

"Angel I'd take three steps away from him…" Romina had never seen Draco look so mad. She feared for anyone around him.

"Don't touch me, don't speak to me —don't even breathe around me," Draco pushed past him and headed for the boys' hallway.

"Hm...you got off easy…" Theo said to Angel, sounding a little disappointed.

~ 0 ~

In order to do their polyjuice potion, a decent, conserved room was needed. Thankfully, Hermione had found one long before that requirement.

Romina walked in with Harry and Ron and immediately noticed the abandoned features of the bathroom. Walls were from looking, sinks were chipped to the point of falling apart, and the mirrors were slashed. Even the candles lighting it up were guttering. Despite the conditions of the room, the boys were more focused on Harry's recent findings on the chamber of secrets thanks to the house elf Dobby.

"Again? You mean, the Chamber of Secrets has been opened before?" even Hermione had looked up from her smoking cauldron on the floor.

Ron's eyes widened with realization. "Of course! Don't you see? Lucius Malfoy must've opened it when he was at school here, and now he's told Draco how to do it."

"If Draco had known, don't you think he would've opened it last year?" Romina thought logically.

Even Hermione had to concede at that point. "We'll have to wait for the Polyjuice Potion to know for sure," she motioned to the cauldron that was billowing smoke.

Ron somewhat simmered from his excitement. "Enlighten me. Why are we brewing this potion in broad daylight, in the middle of a girls' lavatory? Don't you think we'll get caught?"

Hermione shook her head calmly. "Never. No one ever comes in here."

"Why?"

"Moaning Myrtle."

"She's real?" Romina blinked. She suddenly began to look around, but neither Harry nor Ron knew who they are talking about. "I thought Arden was making it up to scare the crap out of Pansy." She laughed. "It worked by the way."

Before anyone could say anything in response, a loud screeching made them look up in time to see the ghost of a girl appearing through the wall. Her pigtails floated with the nonexistent air and her clothing - while gray and transparent like her - were that of the school uniform.

"I'm Moaning Myrtle!" her squeaky voice rang in their ears. She stopped just in front of Ron, giving the ginger quite a scare. "I wouldn't expect you to know me. Who would ever talk about fat, ugly, miserable, moping, moaning Myrtle?" the girl sobbed and dove into one of the toilet stalls.

All three shocked, Romina, Harry and Ron turned to Hermione. The brunette girl merely shrugged and continued with the potion.

"She's a little sensitive."

~ 0 ~

Days later saw the first student attacked by the Chamber's beast. Colin Creevey - Harry's practically number one fan - had been found on the floor, holding his camera to his fact, petrified. The news spread like wildfire amongst the students. Of course with it came higher desires to find the "Heir".

Rumors started here and there, and most of them were delirious…

"It's ridiculous, really, but amusing to what extent some of these idiots will go to just to 'protect themselves'," Arden told Romina after witnessing a student in their Care of Magical creatures class purchase a talisman meant to ward off any beasts.

Honestly, the thought made Romina want to laugh as well.

"Guys!" Angel called them over to a parchment posted on the wall. He and Carolinha, were already bursting with excitement over whatever the new announcement was.

Romina and Arden came to stand just beside them and both looked up to see a Dueling Club was being formed.

"Can you believe it? A Dueling Club!" Angel exclaimed.

"Could be useful nowadays," Carilonha said with exceptionally wide eyes. With the latest on the Chamber, she had become more cautious and nervous.

"It's eight o'clock," Arden finished reading. "Well, I'll go. If anything, I can see Pansy getting cursed or something."

Before eight o'clock, Romina managed to get the word to her Gryffindor friends about the club. She figured it would be a good idea to learn some defensive stances and spells just in case they actually ran into the Heir.

The Great Hall had been the site for the first meeting that night. Only one long table had been left in the center to serve the professors' platforms.

"Gather round!" Lockhart was, of course, at the center of the platform. "Gather round! Can everyone see me? Can you all hear me? Excellent." He took a long, dramatic pause before speaking again. "In light of the dark events of recent weeks, Professor Dumbledore has granted me permission to start this little Dueling Club, to train you all up in case you ever need to defend yourselves as I myself have done on countless occasions - for full details, see my published works."

"My God, he's a walking advertisement." Romina rolled her eyes.

"Well, at least Professor Snape will be there, look," Arden pointed to their Head of House coming up the platform. All Slytherins were excited as Snape came by Lockhart, but of course none of the other Houses agreed.

"Let me introduce my assistant Professor Snape…" Lockhart began.

"He is joking, right?" Blaise's voice drew the girls' attention behind them. He, Draco and Angel were pushing their way through the crowd to be upfront. Assistant? Snape?"

"Like Ron said, the man's loony," Carolinha mumbled, causing the girls to snicker.

Lockhart and Snape were meant to give the group an example of how to de-arm each other. Lockhart jokingly promised to leave Snape alive. Snape threw Lockhart back before the blonde wizard could even finish his spell.

All Slytherins cheered for their Head of House.

Lockhart got up to his feet with the fakest smile possible. "Yes, an excellent idea to show them that, Professor Snape, but if you don't mind my saying so, it was very obvious what you were about to do. If I had wanted to stop you it would have been only too easy…"

Snape seemed like he didn't want to bother wasting air pointing out how that was indeed not true. "Perhaps it would be prudent to first teach the students to block unfriendly spells, Professor."

Lockhart agreed and between the two put the students in pairs. Things were going fine until Lockhart put Arden and Pansy as partners.

"Professor that might not be a good idea…" Romina tried inputting an opinion but was, of course, not taken into consideration.

"That should be interesting," Draco moved up to stand beside her.

"You mean murderous. Actually, it'd be like if you were paired up with—"

But Snape called over to them and finished Romina's thought without knowing it. "Mr. Malfoy, come over here. Let's see what you make of the famous Potter."

Draco's eyes lit up with a new sense of excitement, "Honestly, Oswell, I might just consider you as a lucky charm!"

"N-n-n-no, don't…" Romina tried to say but Draco happily marched towards Harry, forgetting all about her. "Dammit!"

"Miss Oswell, you can partner with Weasley," Lockhart came by to take the girl to the named partner.

"So it's just killing night, got it," Romina mumbled...because she remembered what happened with Ron's broken wand the last time he tried using it. "Please don't use that on me," she kindly requested from Ron once they were in position to begin.

Ron could only respond with a sheepish smile.

"And bow!" commanded Lockhart once everyone had been put into partners. "Wands at the ready! When I count to three, cast your charms to disarm your opponents — only to disarm them — we don't want any accidents — one . . . two . . . three—"

Everything that happened after that went so fast no one could pinpoint the exact time things went awry. In two minutes, Snape had to shout 'Finite Incantatem!' to stop everyone's spells.

Harry could finally stop dancing because of the charm Draco had put on him. Draco, in turn, could finally get up and stop laughing from the tickling charm put on him. Pansy's cries echoed in the room at the last moment when Arden blasted her against a wall. Hermione was in a headlock with Millicent and seemed to be needing some help.

"I'm sorry!" Ron's words caught some attention. Romina was sitting up with a face full of ash but otherwise unharmed.

Other students were actually bleeding from whatever their partners had cast on them. All in all, it was a disaster.

"I think I'd better teach you how to block unfriendly spells," Lockhart quickly thought of, probably to make up for the gigantic error they'd made. "Let's have a volunteer pair — Longbottom and Finch-Fletchley, how about you—" but of course that would not be.

"A bad idea, Professor Lockhart," Snape interrupted and came over. "Longbottom causes devastation with the simplest spells. We'll be sending what's left of Finch-Fletchley up to the hospital wing in a matchbox. How about Malfoy and Potter?"

How that could be any better Romina would never understand. As the two boys in question walked up on stage, the rest of the students started gathering near the stage. Of course when Harry and Draco walked up to each other for the traditional bow, some of the students who knew them wondered if taking a step closer was a good idea.

"Scared, Potter?" The aura of superiority around Draco seemed to burst in that moment.

Harry would not falter against his confidence. "You wish."

The two boys walked to the edges of the stage then turned around, wands ready.

"I can't watch," Romina thought she had whispered until Arden gave an excited 'I can!' beside her.

It came as no surprise that Draco started the fuel before Lockhart even finished his little countdown. Harry blasted backwards and was only down for a second when he jumped back and directed his own spell.

"Rictusempra!" His wand released a silver light that shot directly at Draco, causing the boy to double over in pain.

"I said disarm only!" Lockhart seemed tired of the same mistake, but Romina thought he had it well deserved for being so naive again.

"Serpensortia!" Draco delivered the final spell of the duel when a long, black snake erupted from his wand. All the students' jaws dropped at the sight of it.

"Don't move, Potter. I'll get rid of it for you," Snape supposedly meant well and started for the snake when Lockhart cut in.

"Allow me!" the blonde wizard moved his wand about but instead of getting rid of the snake, he flew it into the air.

Justin Finch-Fletchley came to be the next target of the snake. The boy was stuck to his spot while the snake slithered towards him. Everyone around him literally jumped to the sides to avoid the snake. But suddenly, Harry called to it...or at least that's what the others thought he was doing. A strange whisper and hissing was coming out of Harry's mouth that no one could understand.

The snake paused to look at Harry but then continued for Justin. Harry once more called to it in the strange language before the snake finally desisted from Justin. Everyone was stunned, as far as Harry could see, and he didn't know why.

"What are you playing at?" Justin demanded from Harry but didn't get any close to the boy

Harry frowned, confused of course, because he had just saved Justin from the snake. But then he started noticing the different looks he was getting from the others. Draco seemed shocked, Neville and Seamus were afraid, Romina was confused, and Ron and Hermione were concerned.

What had he done?

~0~

Because Romina could not catch up with Harry, Ron and Hermione after the dueling club, she was forced to return to the Slytherin common room with the rest of her friends. That didn't mean she wouldn't be learning of the true problem that night.

"I can't believe Potter is a Parseltongue," Angel was discussing it with Draco and Blaise ahead of the group. "I should have seen it coming!"

"Don't be ridiculous, it was a trick, obviously," Draco said, far too fast for anyone who was so confident in their thoughts.

"Funny, you didn't look like that back there," Blaise smirked.

The conversation went on as they walked into the common room. Theo was already in their usual spot, doing homework, but happily put his quill to the side to hear about how Harry Potter had spoken parseltongue. He howled with laughter.

Romina stepped in front of the boys, absolutely confused, and demanded to hear some answers. "What the hell is a parseltongue?"

"You really don't know much, do you?" Blaise raised an eyebrow with a condescending look on his face.

"Shut it and answer my question."

"Romina, a parseltongue is someone who can speak to snakes," Angel gently explained to her much kinder.

"P-p-parseltongue?" Romina repeated the soapy word in her mouth. "That sounds like a kind of cheese. What's the problem? Why is everyone either freaking out or laughing?" She threw eyes at Theo who still had tears in his eyes from his laugh.

"Oswell, the only person known who could speak to snakes was you-know-who," Draco explained and waited for her to reach the same conclusion that everyone else already had.

Romina's mouth parted from her shock, but she immediately rejected the idea. "That's — no! You never know. If there's this stigma around parseltongues then it's natural maybe some people don't admit they have the talent."

"Look, you don't have to convince me. As if Potter could be the Heir of Slytherin," Draco rolled his eyes at the absurdity. "Next joke please."

But as he began to leave, Angel let it slip that the only other person known to speak to snakes was Salazar Slytherin himself. Anyone within hearing distance would now make the connection that Harry could very well be his heir.

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memoriofagoldfish · 7 months ago

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On this day, one year ago...

Today I had a Stardom show, the reason I travelled to Nagoya. But first, not wanting to miss the chance, I got up super early to see Nagoya Castle before the show. It was a nice morning walk, and a lovely day for it. I got some grilled chicken from one of the stands there which was super tasty :) They had lots of demonstrations and activities you could participate in or watch, but unfortunately I just didn't have the time to relax there all day. I can imagine it'd be a lovely family outing, though. Lots of things to do and eat, besides admiring the beautiful castle :)

Travelled to the venue, had a trusty 7/11 lunch, then went to enjoy the show! Took 0 good pictures the entire time, but whatcha gonna do 😂

After that, I had to pick up my bags from the hotel and travel to Hiroshima. Gosh this was a busy day! Took some more Nagoya pics on my way out. The weather had turned by this point, but at least it stayed nice for the castle in the morning :)

Also filmed the Shinkansen for my mum :)

Despite only booking my tickets the night before (rookie mistake) I was fortunate enough to get a seat, so I didn't have to stand for the entire two and a half hour journey 😂

The place I stayed in Hiroshima was really nice! Super central to everything. The room was defo the worst I'd had so far, rather small and cramped, but it was ofc very clean, and the location made up for it.

But oh. OH. Okay, so I had travelled to Hiroshima for the Stardom show (I really was following them around the country, it was a great excuse to travel around) and the show was the next morning, so I got out Google Maps to check where it was so I could plan what time I had to leave.

And I'm just... I'm just gonna copy/paste the Discord message I sent to my friends...

i am such an idiot it's 1am here and i thought oh i better check where the venue is tmo don't wanna be late it's in a different fucking city 😐 no I did not stutter my dumbass did not CHECK that hiroshima was a PREFECTURE and that it's FUCKING HUGE oh but even more stupid is i knew this at one point!!!

at some point i saw the distance but did not for even a NANOSECOND think to check where my hotel was or distances or anything like that because i have two brain cells and they're both fighting for third place

So, I went to sleep and tried to think of what else to do with this free day in Hiroshima 😂

2023/04/29

#nagoya #hiroshima #memory #mine #raw #stardom #a year on #20230429

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kirishimas-manly-eyeliner · 3 years ago

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MHA BOYS REACTION TO YOU GETTING SEVERELY INJURED DURING BATTLE

pairings: katsuki bakugou, izuku midoriya, denki kaminari, eijiro kirishima, hitoshi shinsoux gn!reader

warnings: hurt/comfort, brief descriptions of injury, injury mention, cursing bakugou ofc + i think i had way too much fun writing recovery girl’s commentary BAHAH

NOTE: !!! If you read this work before July 29th, 2022, I’d like to thorougly apologize for writing that Bakugou slaps the reader after waking up. That was not cool of me to have written at all, and thank you all for the feedback to edit it!! Thank you so much for all the feedback. If I ever mess up like this again in my other works, don’t be afraid to go into my inbox. Feedback is so great and I appreciate anything y’all have to say. Stay hydrated, take care and have an awesome day.

KATSUKI BAKUGOU

“if you die, i swear i’ll kill you! fuck,” your limp body rests against his chest as his eyes dart along the abandoned city after the villain attack. “how stupid can you get.. saving a fuckin’ child, i don’t-” his hair is in knots as he releases a shaky breath. “the others better show up soon.”

he’d called for help around half an hour ago, and the others had insisted it was all traffic, but watching you fall away, your breathing slowly getting quieter and face growing paler by the moment drove him insane. you were hurt, and he couldn’t do anything about it. “wake up!”

thankfully, he heard someone’s footsteps going against the pavement before rushing you over, trying not to hurt himself either. he leaned against the hospital wall for balance before peering in through the window.

your unconsious body lay on the hospital bed as he shifted his weight from foot to foot. he couldn’t help but think that it was his fault. because he was weak, because he wasn’t enough, because he just couldn’t manage to get anything right and you were gravely injured. he could have done something.

when he hears that you’ve woken up, his body moves before his brain can comprehend what he’s doing as he slams you into a hug.

“what were you thinking?!” god, he hadn’t meant to spring out to you like this. but he really had no filter after all. “you’re insane, you know that?”

you open your mouth to speak, realizing that katsuki bakugou was never the type to hug first. but before you can do anything, he pushes you back onto the bed. “you need rest, idiot.”

“you missed me, didn’t you?” you smile slightly, hands intertwining with his.

“shut up. i was just looking out for you like i do with anyone else, you aren’t anything special.”

you were everything to him, and there was no way he was going to let you get hurt again.

IZUKU MIDORIYA

when he catches your limp body in the corner of his eye, the amount of brute strength in his bones just,, triples. anger pulses through his veins and his fist makes its way into the villain’s jaw, writhing as he staggers back from the impact.

“y/n, y..you better make it out of here alive..”

all of the thoughts in his head stop. except one, that is, saving and protecting you. his vision narrows. his breath shallows and his hands are shaking with pure rage. he’s darting left and right and holding your body like it’s nothing, making sure that not a single scratch gets on you.

once the battle is over and everyone is shaking and sore, deku sprints over to the hospital, ignoring his own injuries. his vision is painted over in red as he rushes you to recovery girl. bakugou is peering around as usual, and not seeing his enraged state, asks, “dumb deku, what are y-”

deku literally pushes past kacchan and keeps walking, his eyes set on you and nothing else to make sure that you make it back alive.

he busts open the door, panting and holding you as he sets you onto the bed. “please do what you can,” he swallows, catching his breath. “protect them.”

once it’s reported that you’ve made it out safely, as much as he thinks he’s confident enough to meet you face-to-face, a part of him is worried. “y/n!” he manages, studying your face. “are you okay?”

you smile softly, “i’m alright.. are you?”

“i-” he nearly sobs with relief when his eyes meet yours. “yeah, i’m... i’m better than ever.”

his arms slowly wrap around yours as he places a small kiss on your cheek. “i’m glad you’re still here.”

EIJIRO KIRISHIMA

the battle was supposed to go smoothly-- but unfortunately, nothing went as planned. kirishima was exhausted, his quirk splitting open his skin and the world spinning around him. his body sagged with every breath and he was just about ready to give up.

until he hears you cry out in pain, and everything falls apart.

“no- nononono, y/n!” he limps over to you, trying to muster the pain to his best ability before caressing your cheek and leaning your body against the wall. he curses under his breath when he sees your wound, which was opening up and spreading around your hero costume. kirishima gets up--

--and that man finishes the battle for you.

everything that came after was a blur-- lots of him screaming, “THAT WAS SO UNMANLY” and cursing, and he could have been mistaken for bakugou. by the end, his body was covered in more scratches than skin, but he rushes you to recovery girl anyway.

once his less-major injuries are cleaned up, kirishima feels that he has no other choice but to pace in front of the room until he knows for sure that you’re okay. “hold on for me, y/n. you’ll get through this-- you always do.”

recovery girl sets down her tools and plants a kiss on your forehead. “they should be ready to go soon, no long-lasting injuries. you kids need to learn how to be more careful.”

“right!” kirishima solutes. “s-sorry recovery girl!” he looks back at you, eyebrows furrowing. “are they going to be okay?”

“bah, of course!” she deadpans. “you’re one brave young man, you know that?”

he nods slightly in reply before caressing your cheek and taking a deep breath. “thank you, recovery girl. i just- i’m worried that-”

“you kids these days are so worried all the time. learn how to breathe, hm? y/n, thanks to you, is going to be okay. don’t worry yourself, i can see it in your eyes how much you care. go get a glass of water and come back later, i promise you, they’ll be alright.”

kirishima gives a quick nod before heading back, praying that you’re as okay as she promised.

DENKI KAMINARI

he might not be the strongest with combat, but the moment you’re hurt, his eyes become wild. you don’t know angry until you’ve seen the rabid look in his eyes as he forgets his own injuries-- and electricity literally starts running through his veins.

kaminari goes all out, his eyes darting in every direction and body sore from fighting, but seeing you, someone who fought so hard to the point of severe injury.. he couldn’t bare to see you in pain. “i’ll get you out of here, i promise.”

is he nervous? of course he is. he's terrified. kaminari knows well that if his brain fries too early, he’s just as screwed as you are. but he doesn’t care. he needs to see your smile and hear your laugh and run his hands through your hair. he doesn’t care because it’s you, because everything he does for you is always worth it.

denki runs out after to treat you immediately, he picks you up like it's nothing even though everything around him his spinning and his vision is red and he's two seconds away from passing out. but his one and only goal is to see if you're okay.

eventually, you two both wake up on opposite sides of the bed in recover girls’ room.

“ah, my two troublemakers,” recovery girl tuts silently while checking your temperature and placing a kiss on your forehead. “you should be thankful, y/n,” she motions towards the blond. “he’s the reason you made it out there safely. he took everything for you, you know that?” she smiles softly. “be sure to thank him after.”

HITOSHI SHINSOU

his entire body freezes when he hears you fall.

a loud ring blares in his ears as his eyes widen in shock, falling forward and checking your pulse, hand holding yours carefully while he rocks you back and forth. he doesn’t know what to do, he doesn’t know what to do, he doesn’t know he doesn’t know he doesn’t-

what would you do?

shinsou swallows his fear before letting go over your hand. he was going to finish this battle and finish it for good. attack wasn’t his strong suit, but if he could just manage to get through, just this once, that would be enough. his eyes glanced back at you before shaking his head. he had to get this done.

for the next few minutes, everything was a blur. his legs felt sore, his arms seemed to be bent in an odd angle, he could hear people screaming at him “stop” and “it’s over” but when was it over? his body continued to lunge forward, slashing back and forth to his best ability before the world spun around him.

“another one, hmm?” recovery sighs, long and dragged out. “y/n, you really need to learn to be more carefu-”

shinsou literally bolts awake after passing out and says “it was my fault. i-i’m sorry, i got in the way..” he scratched the back of his head before parroting her sigh.

recovery girl places a hand down onto the bedside before shaking her head and muttering, “kids these days..” then, she says a little louder, “shinsou, you did good, understood? you saved them. if it weren’t for you, they’d probably be suffering in an even graver condition.”

something in the student’s chest loosens and his hand lies on top of yours. “thank you, recovery girl.”

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sage-writes-stuff · 2 years ago

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Incorrect quotes Pt. 1 | E. Munson, D. Henderson, Y/N

Trying something new! Absolute chaos ofc. Y/N is still a menace, shipping between Y/N and Eddie. Expect requests tomorrow!

Y/N: You think you're smarter than everyone else. Dustin: I don't think I'm smarter than everyone else. I know I am.

Eddie: Two years ago, I married my best friend. Eddie: Dustin is still mad about it, but me and Y/N were drunk and thought it was funny.

Y/N: My head hurts. Dustin: That’s your brain trying to comprehend its own stupidity.

Y/N: Some people are like slinkies. Eddie: What? Y/N: Not really good for much but bring a smile to your face when you push them down the stairs. Eddie: Eddie: Please don't push Dustin down the stairs. Y/N, pushing Dustin down the stairs: Too late.

Y/N: Hey, Eddie. Why did the chicken cross the road? Eddie: To get to the other side? Y/N: You were supposed to say “I dunno, why?“ Eddie: Uh... fine. I don’t know. Why did it cross the road? Y/N: To get to the idiot’s house. Eddie: ...Ok? Dustin: Hey, Eddie. Knock knock. Eddie: No. Dustin: You were supposed to say “who’s there?” Eddie: Fine... let’s get this over with. Who’s there? Dustin: The chicken. Eddie: Dustin: Y/N: Eddie: Listen here you little shits-

Eddie: The moon looks beautiful, doesn’t it? Dustin, looking at Eddie: Yeah… but do you know what’s more beautiful? Eddie and Dustin in unison: *sighs* Y/N

Dustin: Did you take out Y/N as I requested? Eddie: Y/N has been taken out, yes. Dustin: You have my grat- Eddie: It was a great restaurant. Eddie: We had a romantic candlelit dinner. Eddie: Y/N proposed afterwards- we’re filing the wedding papers.

Dustin: So, are you two dating now? Eddie & Y/N: Yes. Dustin: Why? Eddie: I happen to find Y/N very appealing. Dustin: Yeah, I can understand that. I'm trying to figure out what's wrong with Y/N.

Y/N: Why do you let me win when we race up the stairs? You’re the faster one. Eddie: Erm... it’s nice see your smile when you win! *later* Y/N: He's probably just staring at my ass, isn't he. Dustin: Yeah, probably.

Dustin: H-how do you ask someone out? Eddie: Well, first- Y/N: Don't ask him, he asked me out in a McDonalds parking lot. Dustin: ...And you said yes?

#Eddie Munson #eddie munson fluff #<3 #eddie munson fic #eddie munson x reader #Incorrect quotes #Your honor I'm in love with him #eddie munson #x reader #stranger things #eddie my beloved #dustin stranger things #dustin henderson #Dustin #stranger things x reader

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not-me-simping-for-blasty · 4 years ago

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another helping of living w/ bakugou thoughts:

pls i am so sorry, i feel like i bombard y’all with these constantly, but u don’t understand, he literally lives in my brain full time

- if you’re rolling your sleeves up, to wash your hands before dinner, he’ll whack your hands away and do it himself. very much “you’re takin’ too long, idiot. i wanna eat already. let me do it.”,, don’t be fooled tho, you could do it in 2.5 seconds and he’d still open his mouth. bc it has absolutely nothing to do with u and everything to do with him wanting to be close to you

-ik he watches the mha equivalent of the history channel. i just know it. dude is a grandpa at heart, n im so confident he would 100% sit down and watch a 3 hr docu on like, old weaponry or some nerdy shit

-bakugou is annoyingly arrogant, but only about things that don’t matter. like, he’ll fully sit in front of you and tell you he’s stronger/faster/smarter in passing conversation,, but when he does actually impressive shit??? the man clams up. absolutely clams up the second you praise him, trying to brush off whatever ridiculous feat he just pulled to protect u with a “It’s not that big a deal, shut up about it already, dumbass.”

- pls mans is an absolute simp. u ask him to do something and he’s on his feet in a second. ofc he’s complaining but he’s also then following that up by doing things you didn’t even ask him to do. fan behavior honestly.

-when you’ve had a bad day, he’ll make u food and throw blankets in the dryer for u. don’t expect much verbal comforting from him, bc obviously, but he’s pretty good with actions. you always feel a little warmer after he’s wrapped you in a blanket n fed you something ungodly spicy

- i have absolutely no basis for this but ik he secretly watches kids movies. like, if it’s animated then he’s there. ofc no one is allowed to find out about this ‘embarrassing’ behavior tho, except maybe you. maybe. if you accidentally happen to see it bc he’d never tell u himself.

- he’s a beast to wake up in the morning, but he’s a lot more easy to convince if u pet his hair. or rub his back/shoulders. maybe even kiss his neck. look, u cannot tell me that he doesn’t want to be absolutely coddled in the morning- especially when he can get away with it so easily.

-bakugou always pulls ur legs into his lap if u sit down next to him. pls he’s so weird, he’ll just like, tap his fingers on ur calves absentmindedly while he’s watching tv

-he probably created a playlist of songs ur ‘allowed’ to play around him. meaning, it’s only the songs on ur phone that he likes 🙄

-bakugou always takes his work phone calls outside. like if his phone rings he’ll just stand up n walk tf out the door to take it. even if it’s cold. u ask him once about it n he just “Work stays at work. This is my fuckin’ home. Now shut up about it already.”

-you’ve never once seen this man wearing socks around the house. don’t ask me, i cannot explain this whatsoever, but i just kno this man walks around constantly barefoot 🤢🤮 unfortunately.

-he’s like, the most functional person ever in almost every aspect, but the stuff katsuki is bad at?? pls he is hopelessly bad. like, lets say art stuff. omg he just doesnt have the patience for it, okay, so say goodbye to any dreams of cute lil couple’s crafts. like, he’ll sit there while u do yours, but his will look like utter shit

- during the week, katsuki is either at work, training, or at home. pls, he works so hard during the day that i highly doubt he’s anything but an absolute homebody during the work week.

- bakugou gets pissy if u re-arrange any of the furniture on a whim. pls he likes comfort and familiarity n if he stubs his toe on the stupid coffee table one more fucking time, he’s going to scream

-its a rare occurance,, especially bc of the crazy hours he works,, but bakugou rlly likes making dinner for u to come home to. he just likes to feel like he’s taking care of u tbh

-he still goes to bed at like 8:30. or thats what u think, but rlly he just goes to sit in your room and have some time to himself for a bit. as much as he loves u, he prob still needs some alone time to recharge

-bakugou takes meticulous care of any plants u have in the house. like he’ll water them on a strict-ass schedule, n preen them when necessary. pls the way he’ll curse them out if they even dare to wilt under his care?? very much “What the hell, you bitch? ‘m doin’ everything fuckin’ perfect! Grow already!”

-katsuki is such a little bitch when he’s sick. he’ll be running like a 103 temp, brain literally melting, and still trying to get up and work out. the only way u can get him to chill the hell out is if u take a nap with him. ofc that means u always get sick too,, but hey- lil sacrifices right??

-he never lets you get the door. like, if there’s a knock n neither of u knows who it could be,, pls he’s on his feet so fast. waving u away n looking thru the keyhole w/ sm suspicion

-he has his spot on the couch, n u will not find him sitting anywhere else. like, that’s his spot. u better pray for anybody who mistakenly takes it

-bakugou doesn’t like dirt or grime, so he won’t allow you or himself, to sit on your bed with clothes that have been outside. like, even if you’re just sitting on top of the covers, he’s gonna throw a fit and demand you change your clothes first bc “No way in hell am I gonna let your dumbass dirty up my bed.”

-katsuki rlly likes when it storms outside. he’ll go sit in front of the window and watch the rain, sipping on a warm drink while he waits for more thunder.

-living with bakugou is incredibly frustrating, bc he’ll just show up with new skills all of the goddamn time. like you’ll be like, “hmm i’d love to remodel the bathroom someday”,, and the very next weekend bakugou is meticulously re-tiling the bathroom floor by hand, probably also painting the walls in a new color, maybe even installing a new sink just to spruce it up. n then he’ll just present the entirely new, upgraded room with such weird nonchalance that it pisses u off. pls and if you watch him while he does these little projects, with all the weird precision and skill he suddenly gains?? pls you’re sure he must be possessed by the ghost of a craftsman

- when he hangs out with the bakusquad, he’ll drag you along every time. he expects you to sit with him the entire time and act as a social buffer?? basically, someone’ll ask him a question, one he deems stupid and therefore not worth answering, and bakugou will just look at you expectantly. he’ll just stare at you blankly, hardly even blinking until you pick up the slack and answer for him. you call him out on this many times, but it doesn’t matter. it doesn’t change anything. he does this over and over and over again

-bakugou gets really unsettled when you guys fight. like, he can’t sleep and he’s snapping at everybody, and is somehow more aggressive than usual. he always wants to just make up already, but the pride in the way won’t allow it

-he’s a weird stickler about intended furniture functionality?? like, the table is for eating, and the couch is for watching tv, and then only way you’re gonna get him to mix the two is if you ask him rlly rlly nicely

-finally- i have no basis for this one, but ik it in my heart: bakugou has a very intense fight with your thermostat nearly every single day. he swears up and down that it never ‘behaves’ for him, but every time you check it, it’s working perfectly fine

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ahahhaa sorry y’all for the super random spam today,, but here were are back to our regularly scheduled bakugou programming,,,, bc idk if it’s obvious ur honor, but i love him

#bnha bakugou #mha bakugou #bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugou #bakugou x reader #bakugou x y/n #bakugou x self insert #bakugou hcs #bakugou headcannons #bakugou fluff #bnha fic #mha fic #mha headcannons #bnha headcannons

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batmanrry · 3 years ago

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Bunny.

Bruce Wayne/Batman x Black Fem!reader

A/N: Hello Hotties! Welcome back. Um honestly the reader can be whatever race you want but I think of her as black since I am black. I try not to make race descriptions anyways. Enjoy. SPOILERS IN THE SUMMARY AND WRITING OF THE MOVIE

word count - 2,409

Summary - Y/N watches Bruce kiss Selina.

WARNINGS !! - SMUT..., Angst, oral (Both f! & M! receiving), small degradation, praise ofc, sad crying crying lol, use of cringey smut words IM SORRY. 18+

Enjoy my babies :)

He kissed her.

He kissed her and I swear I felt my heart break.

Alfred stands behind me, rubbing my shoulder to comfort me the best can. He knows, he’s the only one I’ve ever told my feelings about Bruce to. I was 13 when I first told him. Now me and Bruce are 28 and he’s still not mine.

And now he never will be.

“I um- I need to leave.” I force out, wiping the pathetic tears that have spilled from my eyes and onto my cheeks.

“Y/N you know-” Alfred starts but I quickly interrupt.

“It’s fine Alfred, I just need to think.” I wave him off. I grab my jacket and phone getting out of the cave as quickly as I can, the atmosphere suddenly becoming very suffocating. I get onto the motorcycle, putting my helmet on and pulling out of the cave.

I knew he would never feel the same but I liked to tell myself those stupid little things. My brain convinced me that he wasn’t ready but now I know that’s not true. I feel like an idiot and I know it’s my fault. I should’ve told him a while ago but I was so scared, so scared of rejection.

He was always a quiet kid, bad at expressing his feelings. But I remember when I first met him. It was raining. I didn’t bring an umbrella and there Bruce was. Standing on the usual corner where he waited for his parents, which happened to be the same place my dad picked me up. He let me stand under his umbrella with him and that was the day our little friendship began.

He’s never been the relationship type which is part of the reason I never told him. He had his share of one night stands but that was it. He liked being alone. Ever since his parents died he’s been afraid of letting people in, let alone have a relationship. He was always scared of not being able to protect the ones he loved. It took me a year to convince him to let me join him on missions. I mostly worked behind the scenes with Alfred anyways but I was heavily skilled in fighting. I’ve been doing it since I was a little girl.

I want him to be happy and not die alone. I want that for him so badly and that girl was absolutely stunning. He deserves someone.

Even if that someone isn’t me.

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Third Person (Back at the cave)

Bruce pulled into the cave. Ready to see Y/N and just crash on the couch with her to watch a movie. But much to his despair, she wasn’t there. Only Alfred who had a look of guilt while he worked on another one of the riddler’s clues.

“Alfred, where’s Y/N?” Bruce makes his presence known. Alfred looks up and his face contorts into a look of disapproval.

“She left bruce.” He says, putting his head down, not wanting to look at the man that he raised but hurt his Y/N, his sweet Y/N.

“What? She never leaves.” Bruce walks towards him, sensing something was wrong. Y/N always waits for him no matter how tired she is. She never leaves. They’ve fallen into a routine. In fact she barely even goes home anymore, she has her own room in the tower and everything.

“She saw you kiss your little friend. Selina was her name right?” Alfred says. Bruce freezes and lets out a sigh. She wasn’t supposed to see that. But what did he expect? Y/N always watches him when he goes out to make sure he’s safe and communicates with him.

“She loves you.” Alfred adds in. He’s stopped deciphering at this point. Looking at Bruce finally. Sadness in his eyes still at the thought of his Y/N at home crying.

“W-what?” Bruce stammers, not expecting that at all.

“She loves you dearly Bruce, and she tries to hide it the best she can. But I think that was her breaking point.” Alfred sighs in defeat. He was really rooting for the two of them. She was the only one who could break down the heavy and thick walls of Bruce Wayne. She was over every day when his parents died, never leaving his side. She was always there when he needed her.

Bruce didn’t say much more. He cleaned off the paint around his eyes and changed into something simpler. He was going to get his girl. He left, walking to Y/N’s townhouse through the rain. It wasn’t very far and he needed to think about what he was going to even say.

Time flies though and before he knew it, he was in front of Y/N’s place. His finger moved and hesitantly pressed on the doorbell, hearing it ring throughout the house. When the door opened he was met with a sight he never wanted to see. Y/N’s eyes were red and teary, her cheeks wet. She was in a tight, cropped shirt and her gray sweatpants. Her feet were accompanied with fuzzy socks.

“Hi Bunny.” Bruce breathed out using the nickname that only he called her, slightly shaking from his wet clothes. She shot him a small smile.

“Hi Bruce.” Her voice cracked a little and before you know it more tears were spilling out. He stepped in the house wrapping the crying girl in his arms. Kicking the door closed with his feet and reaching back to lock it he pulled him down and rocked her while she let everything out.

She calmed down after about 30 minutes, the only sound filling the room were her occasional sniffles. Bruce was now soaked in her tears and his eyes filled with tears knowing he was the cause of this.

He should’ve told her sooner.

She pulled her head out of the crook of his neck, wiping her wet cheeks with the inside of her hands.

“I-I’m sorry I look so pathetic right now.” She stammered, trying to get her thoughts together. He shook his head trying to reassure her. His hand cupped her cheek and she leaned into him for a minute. Something flashed in her eyes though. A look of realization crossed her face because she quickly pulled her head away and got up. Smoothing her pants out. When Bruce stands up he towers over her and in that moment he knew that if he didn’t act now he would lose her, and he’d be damned if he let that happen.

Without hesitation, he cupped her cheek once again and grabbed her by the back of her neck to pull her onto his lips. Now it was her turn to freeze.It took her a minute to process what was happening but when she did process it, she put her hands on top of his shoulders and kissed back. She wanted to savor the moment forever. She wanted to remember the taste of his lips and how soft they were. But once again, she remembered he belonged to another and so with much sadness, she pulled back.

“We can’t do this Bruce.” She squeezed her eyes shut, resting her forehead against his.

“No Y/N, I-I’m not with her, she kissed me bunny, please.” He choked out, trying to swallow the pain in his throat.

“I love you.” He confessed. That phrase made her really freeze. She shot her eyes open and pulled back. Looking at him as he softly smiled at her, hoping she would say it back.

“I love you, Bruce.” She said back in almost a whisper, and if the room wasn’t completely silent, he never would have heard it. With those words coming out of her, he crashed his lips onto hers again, this time a lot rougher than the last. Her arms snaked around his neck, pulling him in closer. He bent down to grab her thighs and hoist her up, walking into the living room to place her on the couch. Her moans like music to his ear.

“Off.” She tugs at his shirt. He broke off the kiss to lift the fabric up and off his body, tossing it off to the side. She ran her hands down his chest, rubbing her core against the knee that was between her legs, needing some friction.

“Fuck, are you- are you getting off on my knee? He looks down in between them. She whimpers, making him go absolutely weak, she doesn’t answer verbally, just a desperate nod of her head.

“Hold on sweetheart, I got you.” He murmurs, mesmerized by her. He realizes she hasn’t taken any of her clothes off and pulls her up like it’s nothing, taking the shirt off. He looks down at her breasts, spilling out of the lacey white bra. They were so nice, so full. She noticed his eyes had suddenly become even darker with hunger and lust.

He was looking at her breast like he was a predator and they were his prey, and boy was he going to eat them up. But before he could do that, he had other matters to attend to, so Bruce left sloppy wet kisses down her body, His hands sliding down her curves and landing on the waistband of her pants, He hooked his fingers underneath, slowing pulling them down to watch his girl go absolutely nuts for him.

When her panties are off he softly kisses the inside of thigh, his hot breath fanning her soaked core. She gasps when he latches onto her clit, he sucks her clit like he was a blood-deprived vampire. Her back arched as she squirmed at the feeling. His large hand pushed her back down.

“Stay still Bunny.” He warns, going back to working her pussy. He slips a finger inside making her cry out his name and multiple strings of curse words. He was licking long stripes upp her pussy, that balloon in her stomach begging to pop and release. He added another finger curling them and hitting all the right spots.

“Bru-Bruce I’m gonna come, fuck!” She whines, Bruce speeding up his fingers and tongue. He starts to tounge fuck her, pulling his fingers out in order to rub on her clit, wanting her warm release on his tounge. Her legs shake and after a few seconds she’s tugging at Bruce's hair while she comes. He sucks up the white release and sucks her wetness off his fingers. He moans at the taste.

“Did so good for me bunny.” He praises, stroking her cheek, admiring her fucked out look. But they weren't done yet. When she gains her composure she’s pushing him back and down on his back. She’s practically ripping his sweats and boxers off his body, gasping when she sees his cock. He smirks at her reaction but that smirk is wiped off his mouth when her warm tongue licks the pre-cum off his tip. She licked up his length to tease him a little. He grabs her hair and bundles it up in his hand while she strokes his length and palms at his balls. She soon adds her mouth, taking him in as much as she could. He threw his head back, his lips parted. She’s bobbing her head and down, working the part she can't fit with her hand. When she pulls up, saliva strings come out her mouth before falling down on his cock. She takes his balls into her mouth, She fondles them for a little, stroking his length fast.

“Fuck bunny, just like that.” He breathes out, his cheeks flushed and his hand death-gripping her head full of curls. She goes back to his cock, deep-throating him. His hips buck and he moans out, the feeling of his head hitting the back of her throat enough to make him come on the spot. She continues with that until she hears his whimpers and feels his warm release spilling out in her mouth. She swallows it all up and he flips them over once again.

“Such a slut for my cock hm?” He kisses her neck while teasing his length up and down her folds.

“Oh God! Please Bruce, fuck me!” She grinds herself against him, he moans and without warning, pushes himself inside her. She claws her fingernails down his back, he moans at the pain mixed with pleasure. His thrusts start off slow, trying to let her adjust.

“Faster, please.” She pleads with her head thrown back, eyes shut at the feeling of him inside her. He speeds up his thrusts, rough and hard. Her fingernails digging into his back and she wrapped her legs around his waist. All that was heard was the sound of their moans. Her curly hair was all over the place. Bruce’s hair was wet and sweat coated his forehead as he fucked into her.

She squeezed around him, and that was making him go crazy. He ripped off her bra going straight to her breasts. He sucked and twirled her nipple around in his mouth, the pleasure becoming overwhelming. She latched one of hands into his hair.

“Bruce, I’m so close please keep going!” She whined, her release was coming soon. His thrusts got sloppy after a couple of minutes and they both came, riding out their highs together. The room felt silent once again except for the sounds of their heavy breathing. His head pulled out the crook of her neck and he pulled out of her, getting up to go get a towel to clean her up. She flinched when the wet towel came in contact with her sensitive core. He pulled his boxers and pants back, and slipped the clean pair of underwear he got from her bedroom onto her body, along with one of his shirts he found in her drawer. He pulled her up and pulled her onto his chest. She rested there while they laid in silence.

“I want to be with you, you only.” He spoke into the quiet atmosphere. SHe raised her head up from his chest, nervously chewing at her swollen lips.

“I would like that.” She looked down at his shirt.

“Look at me.” He lifted her chin up so that they were forced to make eye contact and the next words out of his mouth made her heart burst with joy.

“I love you.”

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That is it! See next time! :)

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nerdzzone · 4 years ago

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Once Bitten - Twice Shy

Summary: Raising a child is hard. Raising a child with one of Hollywood’s biggest stars is even harder. And raising a child with one of Hollywood’s biggest stars who you’re not actually in a relationship with is even harder still.

One of the challenges of sharing custody is sharing holidays which is something that Whitney Taylor found herself struggling with in the December of 2019. The prospect of spending Christmas without her son was dismaying, but the complications that come with the alternative might be even harder to face.

Chris Evans x OFC

Note: Thank you to everyone who has read, liked or commented on this story! I appreciate the support.

This was the entirety of my original plot, it was just supposed to be a one shot when I started writing it, but it took on a life of it’s own. There’s quite a bit more to come now so I hope no one is too disappointed by the way this ends! I’ve started working on the sequel and have it all mapped out, but I probably won’t post it until it’s mostly finished like I did with this one. So, keep your eyes peeled and please let me know your thoughts!

Part Two

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Part Three

26. 12. 19

Waking up, it took a few moments for the memories of the night before to come back to me. When they did, I was filled with relief that I was alone and Chris was no where to be seen. My head throbbed, partially from the alcohol I'd consumed and partially because of the regrets that were filling my mind.

How could we be so stupid? So reckless? How could we risk everything that we'd built for Grayson just for a few moments of relief? How would I be able to push my feelings for Chris aside again after sharing such intimacy with him?

It broke my heart to make the decision to be friends the first time we found ourselves in this situation, how could I be foolish enough to put myself through that again?

I turned my head and groaned into the pillow, a much more distressed, melancholy groan than the ones leaving my lips the night before. I felt like an idiot and I was dreading facing Chris.

After taking another moment to chastise myself for my bad choices, I checked my phone to see the time and was shocked. It was already almost nine thirty and I hadn't heard a peep from the rest of the house. Unfortunately, that meant I didn't have time to mope around in bed, puzzling out what to do.

So, I took just enough time to decide that I needed to make a quick exit before getting up to get myself ready to leave.

When I got to the kitchen, it was surprisingly quiet. None of the men or children were anywhere to be seen as Lisa, Shanna and Carly tidied up the dishes from the breakfast that I'd missed. Apparently, there was another snow storm forecast to start by the early afternoon and everyone had headed out into the snow as soon as they'd finished eating to start shovelling so that we could all leave before it hit.

I was relieved by their quick action because even if I had to shovel the whole driveway by myself and then drive home in a blizzard, I was not sticking around for another night.

Lisa had tried to convince me to let her cook me breakfast, but my stomach was in too many knots to even think about food. I politely declined and settled for a banana and a cup of coffee, chatting with the women as I ate. It distracted me for a while as I tried to shut off some of the noise in my brain, but once I was finished, I knew I had to face the music and head outside.

By the time I got out there, Chris, Scott and their brother-in-law were already halfway down the driveway which was an impressive feat considering how long it was. I waved to them as I put my bag in my car before heading towards where the children were playing in the front yard.

"Mama!" Grayson cheered as I approached them. "Look! We're building a snowman!"

I looked at the sloppy pile of snow they were assembling and smiled.

"Wow, I can see that! Great job, guys!"

He grinned as he ran over to me and threw his arms around my legs. It was a feeling that never got old and I leaned down to squeeze him closer, trying to ignore the wave of guilt that washed over me. He was the most important thing in our situation and we'd lost sight of that.

"Can you help us?"

"Of course," I nodded. "But I need to go talk to your daddy real quick, okay? Then I'll be right back."

"Okay!"

With that, Grayson bolted back over to his cousins to continue their little project. They were so good with him, including him in their games and activities despite his young age and I was happy that he had such good role models to play with. Leaving them under Dodger's watchful eye, I took a deep breath and headed down the driveway to Chris.

"Good morning, Sleeping Beauty," Scott shouted over, the first to notice me coming their way. "Thanks for getting up so early to help us shovel the driveway."

I laughed at his sarcasm and stuck out my tongue, but when he shot me a knowing wink, I felt my cheeks burn. Of course Chris would tell him. I should have expected it, they were as close as brothers could be and Chris was always open with his family.

But it just made me feel worse about the conversation I was about to have as I went over to Chris. Luckily, he was on the opposite side of the driveway to the other two. At least that would give us a modicum of privacy.

"Hey, good morning," he grinned. "Did you sleep well?"

"I did," I returned his smile, though mine was much more forced. "Thanks for letting me sleep in."

"Grayson wanted to wake you up at breakfast," he admitted, looking over at our son as he spoke. "He was worried that you'd be hungry when you woke up and there would be no more food left."

I couldn’t help, but laugh at the thought of his concern.

"He's too sweet, but I appreciate you stopping him," I admitted. "I guess I was tired out after last night."

"Last night," Chris smirked. "Last night was..."

He trailed off as he tried to think of a word to describe it, but my smile disappeared entirely as I could tell from the look on his face that we weren't reflecting on our little incident in the same way. So, I beat him to the punch.

"Last night was a mistake."

My words hung between us for a moment and I knew, from the way that his jaw dropped slightly as if I'd just slapped him across the face, that he wasn't happy with what I'd said.

"Oh, don't give me that crap!" He protested once my words had sunk in, keeping his voice low enough that no one would be able to overhear. "You're saying that it meant nothing to you?"

I really wished we weren't outside with so many watchful eyes around, but this conversation needed to be had and at least this way I'd have an excuse to keep things brief.

"I'm saying that it shouldn't have happened," I clarified, my voice wavering slightly as I questioned my own confidence in my words. "We've worked hard to keep things as stable as possible for Grayson and that's what we need to stay focused on."

"So, you just want to pretend that it never happened?"

My heart felt like it was in a vice. I didn't want to pretend it never happened. I wanted to be with Chris, I wanted us to give it a shot, but I knew that it wouldn't work. I was nothing compared to the women that Chris usually dated and when it all fell apart, Grayson would be the one stuck in the middle. It wasn't fair to him.

But that knowledge didn't make it any less painful when I nodded my head.

"I think that's for the best."

Chris scoffed, looking down at the snow as if he couldn't even stand to look at me. I wasn't sure if I wanted to run away or cry and throw myself into his arms so I settled for simply standing there quietly, waiting for him to say something.

It felt like an eternity, but after a minute or two of total silence, he finally spoke.

"Just let me make sure that I'm getting this right," he started, looking back up at me with such an intensity that it made my eyes swim with tears. “You really have no feelings for me at all? Because if you feel even a little bit like I do then you couldn’t possibly think you’re making any sense right now.”

I swallowed hard, trying to come to terms with the situation that I found myself in. A situation where Chris could be standing in front of me, telling me that he had feelings for me after all these years that we’d been determined to be just friends. It would have felt like a cruel joke if there wasn’t so much hurt in his eyes, so much fear that I was about to reject him. Fear that proved to be entirely justified when I finally got my emotions under control enough to answer him.

"It doesn't matter," I told him softly. "It's not about what I feel or what you feel. We have someone more important to consider."

“That's bullshit!"

I flinched at the harshness of his words and his raised voice as Scott shouted over a reminder about language as the kids weren't very far away. I could feel the tears still filling my eyes, but I knew I had to stick to my guns.

"It's not bullshit," I insisted. "It's the right thing to do."

"But you said yourself, he's starting to notice that things are different," Chris pointed out, his voice thankfully much softer than it had been moments ago . "Why not take the chance to give him a normal family if that's what we both want anyway?"

"Because it will hurt him more if it doesn't work out."

"Hurt him?" Chris questioned, his scowl deepening. "Or hurt you?"

Both of us.

The truth was that I was worried that Chris would hurt me just as much as I worried that our decision would hurt Grayson, but I could handle the risk to myself if it was my choice. I couldn't handle our son being collateral damage.

I could feel Chris' gaze locked intently on me, but I couldn't lift my eyes to meet his. I didn't want to talk about it anymore. I wasn't sure how much longer I could hold onto my argument when the decision I was making wasn't even what I truly wanted. I needed this conversation to end before I let my guard down and made anymore stupid choices.

"We can't talk about this here, Chris."

"Well, when will we talk about it then?"

"I don't know," I shrugged. "I need to think."

Chris shook his head as a sigh fell from his lips. He looked defeated.

"Alright."

I took that as an end to the conversation and turned to walk away, but I'd only made it a few steps when Chris called out to me again.

"I care about you, Whitney," he told me as I looked back over my shoulder. "This wasn't nothing to me. I wouldn't have done it if I didn't want to make this work."

That only made me feel worse as I had done it without such noble intentions and with doubt still plaguing my mind. I felt cowardly, but I couldn't bring myself to answer him as I looked away and continued on my way back towards our son.

I stayed outside, playing with the kids in the snow, until the driveway was clear. Once my car was free, I scooped Grayson up and said my goodbyes.

"Be good for your dad, okay?"

"Okay, Mama!" He smiled, pressing a big, sloppy kiss on my cheek. "I love you!"

"I love you too, buddy. I'll see you in a few days."

I put him down and waved as he ran back to follow his cousins who were heading inside.

Turning back to my car, I wasn’t entirely surprised to see Chris leaning against the hood. However, I was surprised to see that the scowl that had been firmly on his face since we talked had eased somewhat and I was even more surprised when he pulled me into a hug as soon as I was close enough.

"Drive safe," he warned me. "The roads still look pretty bad."

"I will," I nodded, easing myself out of his grip. "And I'm sorry, Chris. I really am."

"Don't sweat it." He shrugged, but the dejected look on his face did little to assure me that he accepted my apology. "We'll talk soon though, right?"

I nodded and stepped back, moving to get into my car as Chris moved away from the hood.

He stayed there on the driveway, watching me as I turned the car around and waving as I drove off until he was out of sight.

I felt exhausted and heavy. There were tears brewing in my eyes as I turned onto the road, just as they had been when I drove these streets on Christmas Eve as I was taking Grayson to dad's house and thinking I would be spending the holidays alone. It was amazing to me how I managed to escape the sad, bleak Christmas that I had been anticipating at that point, and yet still somehow managed to come away feeling just as lonely.

And it was amazing to me that I ever let myself think that raising a child with Chris Evans wouldn't be emotionally draining as long as we weren't in a relationship. At this point, it seemed to just make things harder, but I knew that one day both of them would thank me for the sacrifice I was making right now.

I knew that it was the right decision for all three of us and one little slip up, one lapse in judgment and will power, wouldn't derail all the hard work that Chris and I had put in to co-parenting our son.

Or, at least, I hoped with all my heart that it wouldn't.

#chris evans fanfiction #chris evans fic #chris evans x ofc #once bitten twice shy

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kiss4kazu · 4 years ago

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ooh! can i request something spicy?? maybe headcanons of claude, dimitri, and felix’s kinks?

spicy hcs | dimitri, felix, claude

this is combo between just kink hcs and also how first times being freaky w these three go hahhahahahhahah screams. this is not safe for kiddos so proceed with caution folks

felix <3

whew, okay. sweats. um

so the first time u and felix do the do was definitely not planned. things tend to escalate a lot with felix when it comes to intimacy. pecks goodnight lead up to make out sessions and all of a sudden his hand is down your pants and you’re honestly not complaining.

felix is definitely more of a giver than a receiver, not because he liked giving, but because he liked being in control. he liked seeing you writhe beneath him and all that jazz.

he’d definitely deny you from reaching your high multiple times, partially to draw out the activity since you tend to come quite quickly beneath his touch but also because hearing you whine his name helplessly was a really big fucking turn on and he always swelled with pride knowing he was the only person who can turn you into a sobbing mess.

felix has 2 moods. his soft and pliant types of fucking, and his arrogant, i’m big bad felix fraldarius and my cock is 30inches long type of fucking. he knows hes hot, he knows he has a pretty dick, might as well utilize it.

he hates praise when it’s ingenuine, for things intangible that he hadn’t earned himself. when it’s people praising him for his title or the power of a fraldarius battalion.

but praise when it comes from you? when it’s you letting him know just how amazing he feels inside of you, how with every thrust of his hips your brain short-circuits and your eyes water with unspilled tears? when it’s you not being able to even form coherent words anymore because felix fraldarius is throbbing inside of you... yeah, that kind of praise. it does wonders for him and his dick.

he’s also into hair-pulling

and overstimulation

hes also rly rly easily jealous like if someone else was making eyes with you or perhaps you were giggling a little too loudly with some handsome noble he’d just yank you away and march u up the stairs to his dormitory before kissing you hard

he’s the type to make u beg and be rly possessive he’d just fuck you so ruthlessly hair stuck to his skin, panting “you’re mine. mine. say it” and u would just cry bc why tf he so sexy hello-

as mentioned in my kissing post, felix sucks the life out of you when he kisses you so it’s only logical that he fucks the life out of you too.

im kidding ofc!! not rly

although he’s on the giving end of things, it’s still completely self-indulgent, felix gets off just knowing he’s getting you off because he’s a sexy narcissist like that.

but on some days, he really really wanted you to know he cared a lot about you.

felix isn’t the best with words, but he was really good with his tongue, so things usually worked out okay. he’d kiss you, everywhere. every inch of you, leaving hickeys in even the most visible places because who fucking cares. you were his, he needed you to know that. he needed everyone to know that.

he can be sensitive sometimes too, make love, if you will.

he has to be rly emotional tho, so it’s probably after something eventful happens in his life. like when the kingdom takes back fhirdiad, or wins the war. or when he’s sleepy and tired and wakes up hard and is just too lazy to put on his big bad scary persona.

sleepy felix is submissive felix, aka my favorite felix. sleepy horny felix is all whiny and blushy and just wanted to come and he absolutely despised himself for it

you were well aware of how much he hated himself for being soft and needy, but that made teasing him all the more fun.

so yes, some nights felix would fuck you brainless and soak in the sound of your voice crying out his name helplessly. but on other nights, felix would lay down, his hair splayed against the pillow, your fingers twirling his locks and tugging gently as your other hand jerked him off, lips pressed against his as you breathed in his whines and grunts.

hearing him whine was a really rare sight, but it did slip out occasionally, when you squeezed the base of his member unexpectedly or when you took him deep into your throat and swallowed around him. felix really likes fucking your mouth.

yeah felix is an emotionally constipated sex god

claude !

whew lord.

ok so claude, my sweet, cheeky, little shit <3

the first time probs wasnt even intentional with him either he was just teasing you a little too much and things got a bit carried away but it’s a great time nonetheless

doing the do with claude is probably a rollercoaster ride, he would literally never shut up and would just say the most stupid things and you’d hate yourself for still being so desperate for his touch because somehow in between his terrible jokes and merciless teasing he whispered complete filth into your ears.

he’s a master of dirty talk, chuckling against the shell of your ear at the sound of you choking out a sob at his words, tugging at your earlobe just to spur you on even further.

“don’t tell me you’re clocking out already?” you’d just glare at him in frustration despite your flushed cheeks and he’d kiss you on the tip of your nose and laugh in amusement at your misery

he’ll literally do everything but fuck you, covering every inch of your skin in love bites, especially your chest. he’d literally eat you out or suck you off until you were dizzy but if you want him inside of you, he’d definitely make you beg.

if you ever tried to get smart with him… um, he’d uh .. p-punish you

not like in a pain kink type of way he’d just pull out right before you could nut and would laugh maniacally in your face afterwards because that’s what you get for being a smart ass ! denying u from coming is basically how he punishes u so its a pretty long night but claude’s really really good with his tongue so you’re guaranteed to come like 3 times at minimum anyways

he’d devour you, all smirks and with eyes filled with mirth and he wouldn’t give in until you were absolutely wrecked under him.

he’s very um… dominant, i would say

but not an aggressive dom, definitely a playful dom who enjoys edging and teasing a bit too much

he’s also pretty experimental, i can see claude as a bit of an exhibitionist also, he’d probably fuck you in the cathedral just for shits and giggles

but he is human and despite how much of a little shit claude is he’s just as wrecked as you he’s just much better at hiding it

he’d probs quit the teasing once he himself can’t handle it anymore

and wow uh thats when claude gets all sensual

when claude’s kind of in overdrive and completely uncoordinated just messily thrusting over and over again to finally get you both to that place thats when he becomes all romantic and lovey

would compliment you to no amounts end, call you all sorts of pet names like honey, sweetheart, baby, etc.

his messy curls would stick to his skin, his forehead pressed firmly against yours, verdant eyes blown wide maintaining eye contact with you just for that extra level of intimacy because watching you when you’re like this really drives him over the edge.

he’d pant against your lips, kiss you roughly and somehow find it in himself to even let out an amused laugh because he’s having sex and that’s kind of funny for some reason

claude’s pull-out game probably a1 but idk he’s possessive in less conventional ways so i feel like he’d get off to the thought of releasing inside you and watching him drip down your thighs bc yea

claude is also the king of aftercare let it be known

he’d have so much energy after sex for some reason like he’d just hop right up clean your bodies, fetch you tea if you wanted some and curl up with you resting on his chest, running his fingers over the skin of your arms tenderly and smiling softly to himself when exhaustion takes over you and you slip into a warm slumber against his chest.

i love him bye

dima

ok so dimi is a busy busy boy and even when he does have free time he’s never entirely there his mind is always kind of somewhere else u know

he’s always struggled w getting a proper night's rest and always overworks himself into hysteria

so, as his lovely s/o, you presume a nice session to destress will help loosen those knots in his muscles and all that chaos whirring around in his mind

you were thinking a nice trip to the sauna or something

but dimi had other ideas

he’d just look at you and his gaze would darken all of a sudden and with just a glance at him you already feel the wind being knocked out of you

it would be rly sudden, like dimitri’s just rly needy all of a sudden and he’s taking whatever you’ll give rly he has so much pent up stress and needs some form of release and he’s so so emotional and touchy and won’t stop kissing you with so much fervor and desperation

dimi is 1000% a lovemaker im sorry u cannot convince me otherwise. unless he is feral. if he is feral then understandable have a good day.

he’s all about pampering and kissing every inch of you and asks every five minutes is this okay? are you comfortable? does that hurt? are you sure? because he’s terrible with fragile things and if he ever hurt you he’d never forgive himself poor baby

part of you just wants to grab his face and say !!! im fine !!! you big idiot !! but you just pull him to your chest and nuzzle your face into his neck and breathe him in deeply, kissing his jaw gently before reassuring him i’m fine dimi, stop worrying

he’d calm down instantly and focus back on the task at hand, pleasuring the love of his life hehe

BODY WORSHIPPING non stop praises just kissing everywhere his lips come across you’d love it but hate it at the same time bc part of you just wants him in u already and the other half of u is just so so enamoured by him and feels so warm and loved and appreciated

he’s more of a giver than a receiver as well though for opposite reasons compared to felix, he worries about your comfort so much to the extent where it distracts him from his own pleasure, and it isn’t until he’s inside of you that he remembers and is like oh wow fuck and yea things dont usually last very long for him since he always neglects his own pleasure in favor of yours. he gets so focused on making u feel good because he loves you so much and he needs you to know that so yeah he doesn’t remember to even touch himself lmao

you’d probably come like twice before dimi even whips his schlong out

at the peak of his pleasure tho dimi gets kinda rough ngl. he’s a person whos very emotionally driven so when everything gets to be a bit too much he’s just slamming into you with so much force your skin stings, grip so tight on your hips there’s sure to be bruises in the morning but despite how rough he is his eyes are nothing but gentle and so so loving

probably says something like oh seiros when he’s about to come LMAOOO

dimi is also a king with aftercare but he’d probably knock out like a log afterwards and it’d be like the best sleep he’d get tbh all warm and satiated and just content

dimi sex god

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crossedvenom · 4 years ago

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if you want to could you write a small little love at first sight trope with bakugou, sero, and denki 😅😘 if you have time and all that ofc !

Yes Ofc I can🖤🖤 I got a little caried away writing these. They longer than expected.

ty for the request (人 ◕ω◕)

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Bakugo was walking down the halls with his fists balled in his pockets. He was currently resisting the urge to hit something or someone. He doesn’t know why but ever since he woke up it felt like the world was trying to purposefully piss him off.

The hallway was mostly quiet apart from the occasional student passing by. Everyone seemed to be in the lunchroom. The silence did nothing to help the growing rage that was Bakugo. All the silence did was make him think about all that went wrong that day.

First, his alarm didn’t go off so he was late to class, Then “That damn Deku” had the highest test grade in the class for Mr. Cementosss’ idiotic Math test. Whenever Midoriya beat him at anything it was an instant way to sour his mood.

It felt like Kaminari and the rest of the bunch were more annoying than usual. They kept on bugging him about meeting this general studies student. He doesn’t know who they were and he doesn’t really care. But if he didn’t show up Racoon eyes would never let him hear the end of it.

So here he is walking to the general studies classroom with a pounding headache to meet up with everyone. He’s just going to drop in, cram his lunch down, and leave.

He slowly slid the door open but you guys were so rowdy and loud that you didn’t even notice him step in. He absentmindedly started looking for this mystery person and he almost immediately found them.

It’s cringey for him to even say this but the world almost seemed too slow. He felt his fists unclench and he couldn’t even hear the hammering in his head. He just stood there like a dope staring at you. You were laughing and messing around with the rest of the group.

There were a few rays of sunlight that seemed to leak past the barely open curtains and reflect off of your skin. Making it seem like you were glowing.

‘what was he mad about earlier?’ He can’t seem to remember.

I’m that moment to Bakugo he found something that seemed untouchable, you seemed untouchable. He wouldn’t know he was experiencing love for the first time. at least not yet.

He starts to walk towards you the group.

“Kachan!” Denki slaps him on the back as he walks past. Bakugo didn't even yell at him like he usually did when Denki used that stupid nickname on him he just sat down.

He didn’t listen when Mina was asking everyone if they wanted to go to the mall this weekend or when Denki was talking about new video game releases. He was just zoned in on you.

He’ll figure out why his hands suddenly get so sweaty when you’re around and why he has the sudden urge to impress you eventually.

And when he does it’s like a “Well Shi-“ kinda moment. He’ll love you in his own way. Insults and spicy food:)

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“Man, what happened to the weather?” Sero stuck his hand out from under the bridge he was taking shelter under and into the pouring rain. “And it was such a beautiful day too..”

He decided that he had a long enough break. So he pushed some wet strands of hair back and put his helmet back on. It was his third month of becoming an official sidekick. He had graduated from Yuuei a few months prior and was finally out on the field known as the Taping hero ‘Cellophane’

Slinging around he was surveying the area but it seemed like he was on autopilot. He was just waiting for the time he could go back to the agency and dry off. His patrol ended in an hour or so.

he was pulled out of his trance when he heard giggling.

‘That's weird’ he thought and began to move in the direction where it came from

It wasn't a creepy laugh but he usually heard the silent curses of people trying to get out of the rain. So obviously when he heard this he had to investigate. That's when he came across you.

You were one of a kind for sure. While others seemed to curse at the sky or let the gloomy weather ruin their entire day you seemed to bring joy out of it. Wearing a big smile and absolutely soaked to the bone, you tilted your head back and stuck your tongue out trying to catch a raindrop in your mouth.

Sero’s eyes widened in amusement watching this adult do something so childlike. He started to take in your appearance. The wet strands of hair sticking to your face and the drenched clothes clinging to your body. He felt the chill of the rain leave his body. It was replaced with a sense of ease

He could have sat there all day if he hadn't noticed your now paranoid behavior you were looking around franticly like you were looking for something.

Little did he know you were actually looking for him. Not specifically but you had felt a pair of eyes on you and the feeling of being watched was not a comfortable one. You went to pick up your bag and head home.

Sero noticed you were about to leave, he didn't want you to leave

This was his sign to make a move and stop gawking, he at least needed to know your name. Just about the moment that he was about to swoop in and introduce himself, there was a distant ‘boom’

His head flung around and saw a large cloud of dust not too far from here. Police sirens could already be heard. He looked from you to the obvious sign of a villain attack.

He debated whether or not to head into the fight a little bit later. Surely there was plenty of other hero's to help. All he needed was a couple minutes to say “H-

He had a job to do he would worry about finding you later. Before he could talk himself out of it, he forced himself to drag himself towards the danger and away from you.

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Hours had passed and everything had finally settled down the villain was in custody and he had finished his report and could clock out. The villain had a water quirk and was using the stormy weather to his advantage.

But that wasn't important even though he was exhausted from a long day he had to go back to that park. A hope within told him that you had stayed there, that he still had a chance to introduce himself.

But by the time he had arrived at the park.

You were already long gone.

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Denki finally turned off his consul and crawled into bed. He plugged his phone in and looked at the clock

2:34AM

Wow...he’s in bed earlier than last night!

He can’t help it though he met an online friend a couple months ago and ever since his sleep schedule hasn’t been the same. He’ll get on at 8 and say he’s going to go to bed before 11 but when he sees you join the party...A couple more minutes won’t hurt? But who is he trying to kid? The minutes turn into hours but it doesn’t feel like it. Not with you at least

He doesn’t even need to look at you to know that you’re someone special. You guys are best friends. He thinks about you in class, at lunch. Bakugos threatened to rip his lips off because he talks about you so much.

So he can’t help but smile and feel giddy when he recalls his earlier conversation with you.

“There’s a new Arcade opening up near my house and I wanted to go with some friends but they don’t exactly enjoy those kinda things” you spoke into your headset half asleep.

“Oh really? Funny cause there’s also a new Arcade opening up a couple blocks down from my school.” He’s half brain dead as well not putting much thought into it.

“Yeah, It’s a cheesy name like Austin’s Arcade. It apparently has like Go-Karts and Roller skating-“

“Oh the place that’s opening up near me is also called Austin’s....”

“.....”

“....”

If you guys weren’t awake before you sure are now.

“Holy crap! Wait you live near me! We should totally go together!”

“Yeah!”

Denki was smiling like an idiot after months of endless late-night talks and getting to know each other. He’s finally going to be able to see you.

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He was walking down the street glancing up from his phone every now and then to make sure he didn’t run into anything. Many times he debated whether or not to turn back he was so nervous but he didn’t know why.

You were so easy to talk to and he was so comfortable around you so he didn’t get why the closer he got to the Arcade the faster his heart seemed to speed up. And why was he constantly checking his reflection in shop windows to make sure he looked alright. He’s never cared about these types of things before.

This was his last turn and then he would be able to see you. It's not like he hasn’t seen pictures of you but something about the real thing is different.

He quickly typed “here🕺” and sent it to and then put it into his pocket. He looked around for you and there he saw you, you were standing just outside the entrance cluelessly looking around for him in the busy crowd.

He tried to step forward to go talk to you but he just took a moment to take you in and admire the view. The light breeze was blowing and just barely moving your hair. It was the perfect day for this clear sky and warm weather that seemed to envelop him in a hug and it smelled like the many food carts and stands on the street. It was busy since it was opening day. But even with all these people, you seemed to stick out from the crowd to him.

But then you spotted him. Making eye contact, your (E/C) eyes seemed to take his breath away. The small smile that overtook your mouth when you saw him make Denki’s heart do flips. He was definitely blushing just barely though Denki knew how to keep it cool.

You picked up your bag and waved him over. He caught his breath and began to walk towards you. He had a smile on that could put All Might's signature smile to shame. He stepped in front of you

“Hi I’m Denki”

You giggled “it’s so weird not hearing your gamer tag”

And the day begins...

#bnha sero #mha imagines #mha #mha bakugo katsuki #bakugou x you #mha denki #denki x reader #sero x reader #denki kaminari #bakugo katuski x reader #fluff #bhna x you #sero x you #bakugo x reader

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snarkwrites · 4 years ago

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ssw | sweetpea; wondering what his kiss feels like. | fluff.

NOTES:

Okay, so.. Apparently my brain likes to torment me. Because earlier, I was going to outline the next chapter for my Sweetpea x Andrews!OFC fic Gangsta and my brain threw out a casual, “But have you considered.. Using the Lodge!OFC you were planning to use with Reggie Mantle.. With Sweetpea?” and this kind of.. came.

So.. if enough people are interested, I may be considering actually writing them a fic or doing more of these little things based around them.. and trying to delve more into possibly pairing Alyssa with Reggie? Because when I wrote their oneshot I felt like there was potential there too... Also, this one shot is a direct result of me, watching dirty dancing reenactments on tik tok and my love for the movie + the fact that Riverdale does musicals every season...

Anyway, enjoy?

PROMPTS:

taken from either [ HERE ] or [ HERE ] give or take. It could be one or the other or a mix of both at my own choosing.

the way he says your name / his fingers sliding between your own / wondering what your kiss feels like - these are the inspo prompts used for this oneshot.

FANDOM / CHARACTER

Riverdale / Sweetpea x Lodge!OFC, Marlena

OTHER WORKS SWEET PEA X MARLENA ARE USED IN

None BUT.. That could change, idk..

WARNINGS

Intense sexual tension. Arguing back and forth as a love language until someone snaps. Mutual crushes that turn into something more.. This one is absolutely safe for the kiddos aside from a few swears and the like.. Oh and one barely elaborated on incident of thigh riding / dirty dancing.

TAGGING

There’s absolutely no one on my Riverdale taglist. If you want to be on it, please let me know. Or add yourself to the link below.

OTHER STUFF

[ faq | sfw masterlist - safe for the kiddos but read with caution | tag list ]

“I swear to God, if she doesn’t give me more, I’m going to fall asleep. Is this really all we could find to participate in the musical for you guys?” My sister's question drew me out of a silent stare war with Sweetpea across the auditorium. He rolled his eyes and I stuck out my tongue at him before turning my attention back to my older sister, sighing as I glanced in the direction of the stage up front. “ She’s not that bad.. I mean at least she had the guts to try out for a part?” I mused quietly, shaking my head. Disappointed at myself because I hadn’t signed up.

Stage fright is one hell of a deterrent. And I knew that if I had tried out, no matter how well I knew the movie we were doing our musical adaptation of this year, when opening night came and those curtains opened and I saw all those people sitting out in the seats? I was going to freeze. I’d completely ruin the show. I didn’t want that.

The best I could do was at least offer to do costumes for Kevin. I told myself that behind the scenes was still helping and being supportive but deep down, ugh.. I wanted to do so much more.

If I were half as brave as my older sister Veronica is when it comes to this kind of stuff… Everyone has their fears though. Mine just happen to be public speaking in front of large audiences. My sister tells me constantly that it doesn’t make sense because I can go all over competing in dance stuff and there’s a crowd there, but.. When I’m dancing, I’m focused on footwork. On steps and the music and the way it makes me feel. I don’t have to speak.

This is also ironic when you take into consideration I am not a shy girl by any stretch of the imagination. I’m actually quite vocal. But when it involves speaking in public?

I freeze. I shut down and in turn, I wind up looking like an idiot.

I was so caught up in my own thoughts that I didn’t notice that Veronica had gotten up out of her seat and walked over, taking the seat right beside Kevin. They were whispering back and forth. I laughed softly because knowing my sister, she was probably telling Kevin that Leah needed to find a better attitude or Kevin needed to find a better person to play Baby Housemann.

Oh, if only I had one tenth of a clue.

My sister came back over, sinking down into the seat next to me. “Feel better now?” I asked her, barely hiding my amusement as I said it. She giggled and nodded. “Much better. I want you to remember how much you love me…” she muttered.

I raised a brow. “What’s that even mean?”

“Just wait.”

“What the hell did you do, Ronnie?”

“You’ll find out, Marlena. Just wait.” Veronica wouldn’t give me any more of an answer than that. Grumbling to myself, I settled back in my seat and tried to focus on the ongoing argument between Leah and Kevin from the stage.

Rolling my eyes at her audacity. Literally anyone could’ve done her part better and she had the nerve to demand Kevin to change everything to fit her? Refusing to work with him on anything? Putting down the script when it was the same one they used in the movie?

Just the thought of it had me shaking my head and muttering to myself about the entitlement and audacity. Veronica gave a soft laugh and leaned in, mocking the way she’d delivered her last line and the fact that she wanted pretty much all her dialogue changed and constantly needed reasons why her character did anything they did.

“Marlena! Hey, Marlena, where are you?” Kevin was calling my name. I looked up from the whispered conversation I’d been having with my older sister Veronica and raised my hand, waiting.

“C’mon. I want to try something. Leah’s just not cutting it for me as Baby.” Kevin called out to me as he gave Leah an irritated dirty look. Leah threw down her script and walked out of the auditorium in a huff. “This is a stupid idea for a musical anyway. Nothing’s gonna top what the seniors are doing. Good luck, jackass.”

Veronica gave me a nudge and with a soft laugh, she leaned in, smiling as she whispered into my ear, “You were born for this, Marlena. Dirty Dancing is your all time favorite movie.”

“Excuse me? I thought we both established it was Crybaby. Then Grease. Then Dirty Dancing.” I teased, standing in a hurry. My sister’s rebuttal to this was to point out with a soft laugh that I definitely had my own special vibe and type of guy. I poked out my tongue at her and turned away. Making my way towards the front of the auditorium where Kevin stood.

Once I was up there, Kevin pressed a copy of our class’s script into my hands. “Congratulations, you’ve been promoted from costumes.” he smirked at me. “I have a feeling about you and this part. As a director, I’m going to go with my gut.”

“But I didn’t sign up..” I shuffled my feet.

“ Yeah, well, the ones who did from your class obviously don’t care enough to bother showing up to practice or don’t care enough to give their best when they actually bother to come and we’re rehearsing.” Kevin shrugged. Taking his seat.

Alex, the guy who’d been cast as Johnny Castle, walked over. Wrinkling his nose at me as soon as he stood in front of me. Arms folded over his chest as he asked Kevin in a snobbish tone, “So we’re seriously just letting stage crew have parts now, Keller? Is that what this is? I thought you were going to help us make our musical better, not make it a massive failure.”

“Asshole.” I muttered under my breath, rolling my eyes as I stepped up to him, jabbing a finger into his chest. Giving him a piece of my mind because holy hell did his holier than thou attitude ever irritate me, “I’ll have you know, I probably know this movie line for line. I can probably do all the dances blindfolded, in a wheelchair. Who the hell do you think you are anyway? I saw you in Romeo and Juliet. I have never fallen asleep so fast in my entire life.” I smirked as I went quiet, rolling my eyes at him.

Alex chuckled and rolled his eyes right back at me, making the dismissive remark in response, “Did I ask you to speak? Did I address you directly? No. I didn’t. I was talking to the director. Don’t you have costumes to make or something? You’re holding up rehearsals.”

Out towards the back of the auditorium, I heard my sister cheering me on. Clapping and whistling. Telling me to give him hell and telling Alex he was awfully full of himself for someone who got a thumbs down by a New York theater critic over the summer.

I took a deep breath and glanced down at the script in my hands. Starting to read over it. Ignoring the argument between Kevin and Alex for the most part. Just trying to get myself in character while I waited.

Alex grumbled and stormed back over, standing near me. His posturing tense and a supremely annoyed look in his eyes as he gave me half a second’s glance. Kevin gave the cue to start and Alex read his line first.

“Look, spaghetti arms. This is my dance space. This is your dance space. I don't go into yours, you don't go into mine. You gotta hold the frame.”

Before I even got a chance to read off my line, Kevin was standing up. Making his way towards us. “You two are supposed to be dancing together. Marlena, you need to stand closer. Alex, you need to deliver the line in more of a teasing tone. Like you’re trying to taunt her. Playful. Not like you’re actually being an asshole. Like you’re flirting with her.”

“She’s not my type.” Alex rolled his eyes as he glanced at me. I glared up at him, a hand on my hip. Dangerously close to exploding all over again. I kept everything I’d been about to say to myself though, and with a deep breath, I listened as Kevin gave us both advice. Smirking to myself a little when he lit into Alex for being a drama queen.

After Kevin finished telling us what to fix, we prepared to try again. I stepped closer. Found myself glancing out in the crowd. My eyes settled on Sweetpea.

I found him watching the whole thing play out with an amused smirk. His arms folded over his chest. Holding my gaze boldly. Daring me to look away first. I refused. If I looked away first, that gave him the upper hand. I was not about to give him that.

,, That jackass. Look at him. All smug.. Ugh, I just wanna punch his stupid sexy face.” the thought surfaced and I quickly did my best at shoving it out again. I found myself thinking about a heated argument we’d had in the hallway earlier.

I found myself kind of drawing parallels between him and the character Alex was supposed to be playing but doing a terrible job at playing. I couldn’t work with the performance Alex was giving, he wasn’t giving me anything to work with.

Somewhere in the midst of it all, I found myself replaying my earlier argument with Sweetpea. Stepping closer to Alex. Doing my best to play at a lack of experience in dance, despite my vast experience and love for it. Getting immersed in the role. Imagining myself as the character Baby.. And not Alex but Sweetpea as Johnny Castle.

Alex delivered his line a second time. His delivery wasn’t much better. Kevin grumbled to himself and made his way over yet again. This time, Kevin’s problem with the scene had absolutely nothing to do with me.

He addressed me first. “Please, please please.. You have to play Baby. You have to.” he gave me a pleading look. “I’m prepared to beg, okay?”

I pretended to mull it over. Smiling as I nodded. “Okay, alright.. I can still do costumes though, right? Because I already have a ton of ideas drawn up..” I shuffled my feet, giving Kevin a pleading look.

“Yeah! Definitely. You’re the only one I trust to do the costumes right, Marlena.” Kevin answered quickly.

He turned his attention to Alex and they got into a heated argument. Alex blamed his performance on me and the fact that I seemed standoffish and that I wasn’t up to his level and shouldn’t even be sharing a stage with him to begin with. Insisting that Kevin should at least give Josie McCoy a chance to play Baby in our play. She already had her hands full with the senior class musical and her performance during intermission and Kevin pointed that out.

“Josie can’t do both musicals and intermission twice, Alex. That’s asking way too much. Even from her, man. Marlena is Baby. You can adapt to that or you’re welcome to leave.” Kevin stood firm in his decision.

Alex eyed me and I stood taller. Smirking up at him. More than a little amused by the entire thing. He chuckled. Shrugging as he tossed down the script he’d been holding in his hands. “Fine. Try to find somebody else to do a better job at playing Johnny. See how that works out. I’m done. I refuse to participate in this mockery.”

He stormed out of the auditorium.

My sister Veronica and Josie McCoy shared a look and a nod. Veronica stood. Josie shot up out of her seat also and the two jogged over to Kevin. Getting him off to the corner of the auditorium. As the three of them whispered back and forth, I stood there, shuffling my feet. Reading ahead in the script.

Taking it all in.

Honestly enjoying the fact that I was going to be playing Baby Housemann in the junior class musical immensely more than I thought I would. ,, until opening night when you’re on stage in front of everyone and you either freeze, bolt out of the room or throw up everywhere.” my mind taunted.

I shoved out the intrusive thought.

Kevin chuckled out loud. Getting so excited that he didn’t keep his voice down when he spoke up. “Your minds, I swear. Yeah, we’re gonna try that. Right now, actually.” Kevin told my sister and Josie. They smirked at each other and as they walked past me, Veronica gave me a wink.

And almost as soon as she did, I braced myself. Because I have the sneaking suspicion that my sister was up to something. And if that something had to do with a certain Serpent reading against me as Johnny Castle?

I was literally going to die. I’d be totally doomed.

,, maybe not.” and even the surprise optimism had me laughing at myself because I knew better.

“Sweetpea, can you come up here, man?” Kevin called out.

I tensed just a little. Took a deep breath. Suddenly I knew exactly what my sister had been up to but my question now was why had Josie taken part in the whole idea? I thought she was dating him? They were hot and heavy at Cheryl’s party a few weeks ago and they went places together a lot …

I prayed for a portal to another dimension to open in the stage and take me out. If my sister has even slightly hinted that I may or may not have feelings for the giant jerk to anyone I swear to God.. I’ll die.

Sweetpea hopped over the chair in front of him and walked down the long aisle, stopping where Kevin sat in the front row. The two were whispering back and forth and more than one time, Sweetpea glanced back at me. Smirking. Chuckling as he listened to what Kevin was telling him and rubbing his chin as he pretended to think something over.

Sweetpea looked over at me and shrugged as he answered Kevin. “I can try. I’m not makin any promises though because I don’t dance and I’ve never seen this movie.”

“Just trust me. You’re as Johnny as Johnny gets, Pea.” Kevin encouraged. I wanted to kick him so badly at that moment. Did he seriously have to encourage Sweetpea? There had to be someone else… anyone else. Someone I didn’t have a massive crush on and yet also want to strangle.

I pretended to stick my finger down my throat and gag, as per usual when Sweetpea locked eyes with me again as he walked towards where I stood..

,, because God forbid you let him even get an ounce of suspicion that you have a crush on the guy.” my brain was at it again with the taunting. I pushed it all down deep and took a deep breath or two.

“You did this just to be an asshole.” I muttered.

“No, I did this because Kevin’s my friend. Not everything I do is about pissing you off, princess.” Sweetpea chuckled as he said it. Adding in a quieter tone, “Just because you’re Marlena Lodge… That doesn’t make everything about you.”

My jaw set and I glared up at him. Taking a deep breath or two. Reminding myself that despite Sweetpea now reading as Johnny Castle, I still loved this movie and I wanted our class’s play to be worth watching. That I couldn’t mess this up. I couldn’t let Sweetpea taunt and torment me into messing this up either.

I didn’t want to disappoint Kevin because he was one of my best friends. He was depending on me to at least try to do my best here.

Kevin gave the signal for us to start from the top of the scene.

I stepped closer. My body brushing against Sweetpea’s. Sweetpea mirrored this and grabbed hold of my arms, pulling them out in front of me just like Patrick Swayze did in the actual movie as he recited the line.

And the tone in his voice, oh my god.

“Look, spaghetti arms. This is my dance space. This is your dance space. I don't go into yours, you don't go into mine. You gotta hold the frame.”

I responded with my line. Stepping closer, even throwing in an accidental mis-step on the top of his foot on my own.

Kevin continued to sit, watching us rehearse. By the time we got to the scene where Johnny is telling Baby that he got fired, I could feel more people’s eyes on us. And I swallowed hard, trying not to focus on being watched and how that felt, but instead, on the script. On what I had to say and how I felt like it needed to come across.

And maybe, in my own mind, I was imagining how I’d act if I were in Baby’s shoes. Having just argued with my father about the guy I was in love with only to turn and find out that despite my own optimism at convincing the guy to do the right thing, nothing worked out the way I wanted at all.

Sweetpea must have caught on to my anxiety because he muttered quietly, “You good, princess?” as he covertly brushed his hand against mine. Clearing his throat to get my attention and keep me from getting nervous and blanking out or bolting off the stage.

I gazed up at him a second or two, finally nodding. Managing to ground myself somehow and I tried my best to convince myself it was not because Sweetpea’s fingers laced through mine. Almost as if he’d caught hold of my hand to keep me from leaving.

,, He’s just doing that because it’s in the script. You’re supposed to be having a heated discussion and you’re about to walk away upset. That’s the only reason he grabbed your hand. It has nothing to do with the fact that you kind of freaked out a little and lost your focus.” I reminded myself grimly as I caught up to where we were on the page and took a deep breath, preparing for my turn to speak.

As I delivered my next line, “So I did it for nothing.I hurt my family, you lost your job anyway-- I did it for nothing!” I wanted to disappear into the stage floor when my sister stood up in her chair, clapping and whistling. But the way I said it sounded so wistful. Disappointed and bitter. Like I was truly hurting.

Sweet Pea said his line. “No, no, not for nothin', Baby! Nobody has ever done anything like that for me before.” and I paused. Staring up at him. Blown away because he sounded so sincere too. Like for a second or two, this was really taking place and it wasn’t just some silly rehearsal. Like he meant what he was saying.

But I knew he didn’t. We tolerate each other at best. At our worst, we’re at each other’s throats constantly. Finding any and all excuses to rip into each other or push the other’s buttons. Because it’s just what we do.

But his tone. The look in his eyes when he delivered the line. The way his eyes fixed on me, searching. Waiting.

“It’s your turn, princess.. Cat got your tongue?” he muttered under his breath to draw me out of my own inner turmoil.

I took a deep breath and scanned the page. Finding my next line. “You were right, Johnny. You can't win no matter what you do!” and I could feel him staring as I said it. Biting his lip when I lazily punched at his chest because it felt like the right thing to do in the heat of the moment to show how upset the character was. I shook my head and dropped my eyes. “You were right.” I muttered in a quieter tone.

Sweetpea reached out, rough fingertips gripping my jawline. Guiding my eyes back up to meet his as he replied with the next line, “You listen to me. I don't wanna hear that from you. You can!”

And again, it sounded so real. Emotional. Like we were really having this argument. I was really getting into this. Probably a little too much for my own good. I sighed and shook my head sadly. Biting my lip as I stepped away a little and continued to shake my head, arguing back, “I used to think so.” and after a second or two, adding in a quieter tone, “Now I don’t know anymore.” even though it wasn’t in the script.

Sweetpea was staring at me. Thoughtful. Intent. Almost as if he were actually seeing me and not all the stupid things he’d written me off as from the word go on the first time we met. He cleared his throat and that shit-eating smirk was back again. “Not too bad, huh?”

“Jackass.” I muttered, mostly to myself. Still a little dazed.

Kevin called for a break and made his way over.

“Okay, we’re going to take this all the way from the beginning tomorrow. I wish I’d done this sooner. We’re going to have to practice the lift next. Because the lift is iconic. We have to pull that off or I’m gonna want to punch myself in the throat.” Kevin was excited, rambling away a mile a minute.

Sweetpea spoke up. “What about my part in the senior musical?”

“You can do both. We’ll move the junior musical to a different night. You have to do this. C’mon…”

Sweetpea grumbled and finally muttered with a shrug, “Okay, alright. Fine. Shit. I’ll do it. But I’m not wearing tights, are we clear?”

“You really haven’t seen the movie at all… have you?” I scoffed as I gazed up at Sweetpea. He mimicked me and shrugged. “I’ve seen bits of it. But I know one thing and that’s dancers wear tights. I’m not wearing tights. Not happenin.”

“For your information, you big idiot, Patrick Swayze does not wear tights a single time in this movie. At least not that I remember and I’ve seen it a thousand times... Suit and tie, maybe.”

Sweetpea grumbled and raised a brow.

“Not for the whole movie, damn it.. Black jeans and a black shirt will suffice for most of it. You can even wear your leather jacket, you big man-baby. Johnny Castle wears one in the movie.” I answered. Stepping closer to him to sort of get a visual read on his measurements so that when the time came I at least kind of had an idea of what worked. Sweetpea chuckled, dragging his fingers through his hair as he gazed down at me. “See something you like, princess?”

“I’m trying to figure out what I’m gonna need for your costume, dingus.” I replied as calmly as possible.

“Ya know, you could always just measure me… Right? Or ask me my size?”

“Oh you’d enjoy that entirely too much. And I’d have to touch you. No, nope. No thanks, I’ll pass.”

“I’m gonna have to touch you anyway. That lift or whatever it was that had Kevin rambling just now.” Sweetpea barely hid his amusement as he stepped even closer. A hand at my hip. Lingering.

For a second or two, I was lost in his eyes and totally oblivious to anything going on around us and then Kevin shattered that by starting the last song of the musical and calling for everyone to take their places.

And from the crowd, Fangs spoke up.

“Hey babe.. What if we got all the extras from the clubhouse scene to come in through the crowd? Just like the movie?” Fangs was smirking at both Sweetpea and I as he spoke up. Enjoying this entire situation way too much.

“Fangs, you brilliant and beautiful man, this is exactly why I love you so much.” Kevin smirked as he rubbed his chin and called out. “Okay, if you were an extra in the clubhouse scene, go to the doors of the auditorium. When Fangs gives the signal, you’ll come in. Dancing.”

He turned to Sweetpea. “You go with them.”

Sweetpea managed to break the staredown we had going on and he nodded. Grumbling as he walked towards the front of the auditorium.

Everything went pretty well until we got to the part where I was supposed to run to Sweetpea and he was supposed to lift me over his head. I took off, running towards him.

I missed the mark. Wound up with my legs wrapped around his waist, clinging for dear life while he staggered back just a little. Both of us arguing about whose fault it was that we messed up.

Kevin cleared his throat.

“You guys need more practice. Maybe you could rehearse together?”

Sweetpea and I glanced at each other, mulling it over.

“Fine.” Sweetpea ground out through a jaw tightly clenched. A glance at Fangs revealed that the reason he agreed without a huge fight was probably something to do with the way Fangs was giving him a demanding look.

“Fine.” I answered. Swallowing hard.

Trying to pull myself together because frankly, I was still all sorts of stirred up from the way he’d actually caught me and the fact that no, I hadn’t wanted him to put me back on my feet at the end, either.

I spoke up again. “We can do it at the bunker.” I suggested. Trying to think of a neutral place that didn’t favor either of us heavily. A place we could hopefully be alone and focus. And probably scream and shove and storm away to cool off if things got too heated.

“8 work for you or does daddy let you out past your bedtime, princess?” Sweetpea taunted, smirking at me when I glared and rolled my eyes.

“ I do what I want.” I scoffed at his parting jab.

From behind me, my sister spoke up. “Are you ready, Marlena?” as she looked back and forth between Sweetpea and I with an amused grin.

“Yeah. We need to get going.” I answered.

As my sister and I walked out of the auditorium, my sister gave a soft laugh. “That wasn’t so bad, huh? I knew you could do it.”

“Oh shut up.” I grumbled, managing a weak smile. “We haven’t made it to the night of yet. Don’t jinx this. Remember what happened last time I had to get up in front of people and talk in any capacity?”

“Marlena, that was kindergarten. Maybe it’ll be different.”

“Veronica, I threw up everywhere. And not gracefully, either. It was a full on projectile vomit.”

“That was something. The chemistry between you and Sweetpea in there. I felt like I was actually watching the movie.”

“He’s an ass. And he hates me, remember?”

“Yeah, well.. It didn’t look that way to me, Marlena. If he hated you, he wouldn’t have been standing so close the entire time… or the way he grabbed your hand?” my sister questioned.

I shrugged it off. “Can we change the subject?”

“Why? Afraid I might be right?” my sister teased, as usual.

TIME SKIP

“Okay, if he’s not here in ten minutes, I’m leaving. This place gives me the creeps.” I muttered to myself almost the exact second that I managed to find a spiderweb with my face and shriek about it.

Low chuckling from behind me had me turning. Finding myself body to body with Sweetpea as he tried not to laugh.

“Do you talk to yourself a lot or do I make you that nervous, princess?” he taunted. I gave a light shove and stepped away, pouting up at him. Quick to argue that he didn’t make me nervous, not at all, not even a little.

Despite knowing that the truth of the matter was yes. Yes, he made me extremely nervous. Because he was so distinctly my type and I just longed for what I knew wouldn’t ever work out between us because we were entirely too different.

“In other words, yes. I make you that nervous.” Sweetpea’s jaw set in a line and I flinched a little. Not wanting to fight with him.

I quickly changed the subject, nodding to a little tv and dvd player I’d rigged up earlier and the brown paper bags with Pop’s logo on the front.

“We need to rehearse. Not whatever this is.” Sweetpea was still irritated.

“Yes, well.. You’re never going to realize just how huge a part of the story Johnny Castle is until you’ve seen the movie.”

Sweetpea rubbed his chin in thought. “How long is this fucking movie?”

“Maybe two hours? C’mon… Or do you have a hot date waiting?” -the hint of jealousy that crept into my tone was enough to make me tense up a little. Pray to God he hadn’t picked up on it. Lucky for me, he didn’t seem to, instead, he was already digging into the grease stained paper bags, grabbing himself a burger and fries.

Sprawling on the little twin sized bed.

I dug out my own food and sat down, close to the edge of the bed, careful not to sit too close to him because I didn’t want to crowd him or annoy him or give him the wrong impression.. Or in my case, the right impression though I’d die before admitting that to him.

After hitting play on the DVD player, the opening title splashed across the screen and I smiled, settling into my chosen seat just a little more comfortably.

About thirty minutes into the movie, I could feel his eyes fixed on me. I turned to look back at him, a brow raised. “What?”

“You know every single line.”

I felt my cheeks burn a little, shrugging it off as I nodded. Answering through a mouth full, “When we were little.. Veronica and I used to watch this movie whenever it was raining or we were sick. We’d get cozy in one of our rooms with snacks and blankets and we’d just like… imagine life being that simple. Doesn’t help that Johnny Castle is - to quote my sister, “Totally your kind of man.” “ I gave a sheepish laugh and took a handful of my fries, raking them through my milkshake.

Sweetpea rose to sit. Leaning in a little. Extending his arm and wiping his thumb over the corner of his mouth as he cleared his throat. “You had some milkshake…” before falling silent all over again. Staring at me for seconds that seemed to stretch infinitely. It felt like everything fell away. All that remained was that thick tension. The flickering of the candles I’d lit earlier against the wall. The tension got to me. It had everything I wanted to say but couldn’t find the nerve threatening to come out.

“I don’t bite, ya know.” he muttered quietly. Pulling away a little. That look in his eyes again.

It hit me. He honestly thought I disliked him. Or thought that I was better than him. Nothing could be further from the truth and realizing how he must have felt and what probably fuelled most of the comments and the arguments between us was the fact that he thought I viewed him as a lesser person somehow… that really got to me.

“I, uh.. I didn’t want to crowd you.” I managed to get the words out after a few seconds. Not daring to look at him. Desperate for a rewind button so maybe I could go back in time to when I first met him and salvage everything.

Desperate to tell him how I really felt.

Especially when I remembered what Veronica mentioned earlier about the way Josie just shut him out.

“Oh.”

The movie caught our attention again. After a minute or two of sitting poised right at the edge of the bed like I’d been and longing to really get comfortable, I settled in the sliver of space next to him. Trying not to think about the fact that the bed being as small as it was gave us literally no space and we were forced to touch.

Thirty minutes passed. Sweetpea sat up.

“ I think I get it now.” he muttered.

“Yeah?” I was getting lost in his eyes all over again.

“Mhm.” he affirmed.

I sat up and so did he. “It’s cheesy as hell, but… I get it. Kinda know how the guy feels.” Sweetpea’s gaze settled on his hands and he chuckled to himself, the sound almost bitter.

“I’m sorry. I heard about you and Josie breaking up.”

“We didn’t. You can’t break up with someone if they never wanted to be with you to begin with.” Sweetpea answered. He tensed up a little and I sighed. Wishing I hadn’t opened my mouth.

That tension between him and I doubled.

In an attempt to make things just a little lighter, I slipped off the bed. Held out my hand.

Sweetpea eyed it warily.

I insisted, “Oh come on, please? Just one dance. You did say we had to practice. And I dance, so I can definitely tell you that if we don’t at least somewhat connect, we’re going to be awkward and it’s going to look bad.”

Did I really just do that?

The scene where Baby goes to Johnny’s cabin and spends the night was just beginning and I swallowed hard as soon as I glanced back up at Sweetpea and realized that he was staring at the television in a daze. I cleared my throat to get his attention.

“You want me to dance with you.. Like that. Okay.” Sweetpea towered over me. Closing the space between our bodies before I had a chance to back out of what I asked of him. His hands went straight to my hips. Holding my body in place against his as he chuckled, looking down at me. “You’re the one who wanted to dance, princess.”

“Yeah.” I managed to stammer. Breathless. Helpless thanks to the way his fingers dug into my hips and held me against him. But when they started to move up and down my sides, oh… I felt myself shiver at the touch. Melting against him on my own. I’d been trying my best not to give in and do that.

I trained my eyes on the front of his plaid shirt because I didn’t dare look up at him.

His leg slipped between mine and I bit my lip. Breath catching in my throat all over again as I rubbed myself against his thigh. My usual careful,guarded filter was gone.

All I cared about was doing whatever I could to show Sweetpea that what he thought I felt towards him wasn’t true.

His hands settled across my ass. Fingers digging in as he gasped quietly. A groan slipping out as he muttered in a daze, “You really are a good dancer, huh?”

“I, uh… I compete. My parents are huge on pushing my sister and I into competitive activities, whether we want it or not.” I babbled.

It must have bothered him that I wasn’t looking at him because he gripped my jaw, guiding my gaze up. “But you like dancing. I can tell.”

,, maybe it’s just dancing like this with you.” the thought came. I stopped just shy of actually letting it slip out. I sighed and smiled, nodding in agreement. Because that was so much easier than everything else I wanted to do or say. ,, besides,” my brain continued to taunt, “why on Earth is he going to want you when he could have literally anyone else?” and the thought had me pouting a little.

I didn’t think he was aware of it.

“What?” he asked. Tensing a little. Loosening his grip on my body just a little bit. Seeming as if he wanted to step away from me. Before I had the chance to talk myself out of it, I melted against him all over again. Raising my arms to slip them around his neck.

“Nothing.” I answered after a few seconds.

“You were pouting again. That’s kind of a thing you do when you’re upset, you’re not getting your way or you’re annoyed.”

The fact that he picked up on that had me raising a brow. Scoffing. About to argue that I didn’t pout all the time, but keeping quiet because I knew he was right.

But how -and when, had he noticed?

“Dreading the fact that I’m going to get up there on stage and see everyone watching and I will panic.” I muttered quietly because a half truth was better than the whole truth or a complete lie.

If I told him the real reason I’d been pouting, well.. That would’ve opened up a can of worms that I’m not sure about opening. God I want to. But if I just lay it all on the line…

I can’t.

Sweetpea raised a brow. He started to say something but he went quiet on me. Thinking.

“But you’re so loud.” he finally spoke up.

I pouted up at him, giving his chest a light smack. “I ought to step on your foot, sir.”

“Won’t hurt. Boots are steel toe.” Sweetpea smirked as he said it. Sticking his tongue out at me.

He dipped me and I hadn’t been expecting it. I gasped and he chuckled. “Not so bad at this dancing shit, hmm?” he questioned as he pulled me back up. His hands moved up and down my back before settling on my ass again. Squeezing when I rocked myself over his thigh just a little before I could stop myself because what he was doing was getting me worked up.

I sighed a little. Melting all over at the way he touched me and held me. Admitting with a quiet laugh, “You’re actually not. And I can teach you more..” trailing off and going quiet.

“You can, huh?”

His voice was this perfect mix of gravel and silk and I had to clench my thighs just a little. Found myself praying to whatever God might exist that I didn’t get too excited and leave a wet spot behind on his jeans. Because that would definitely seal the embarrassment and awkwardness factor. And I didn’t want that.

I was staring intently at his chest again when he tucked his fingers beneath my chin and tilted my head. “Careful what you say, princess. I might actually take you seriously.”

“I’m being serious. I don’t mind at all.” I babbled and instantly, I wanted to punch myself in the throat for it. This awkward version of myself wasn’t me but for whatever reason, Sweetpea seemed to bring it out. All my insecurities seemed to come rushing to the surface. Taunting me with the knowledge that there was no way he’d ever be interested in me beyond the convenience of a good screw. Knowing that even if he were, something would go wrong somehow.

He dipped me again. This time when he pulled me back up, our faces bumped against each other and when my mouth brushed against his, I couldn’t stop the quiet gasp that came. His fingers dug into my body just a little more and we were staring at each other.

Dazed.

“Pea?”

“What’s up, princess?” he muttered after a second or two. Blinking as if he were trying to focus.

“Nothing.” I muttered. Losing my nerve and my train of thought. Pushing down everything I’d been about to say all over again.

“ Why do you do that? Just say whatever it is you want to say.”

“Oh, I don’t think you want me to do that.” I muttered, mostly to myself. My gaze trained on anything and everything but his. He guided my face up and licked his lips, his eyes darting down. Settling on my mouth. “What if I do?” he muttered in response after a few seconds.

“Okay, fine. I was wondering what..” I trailed off. Frustrated. Laughing at myself and shaking my head. “Forget it. It’s stupid.”

“Tell me, woman. Damn.” his tone was firm and I swallowed hard as I looked up at him.

He was going to keep at it until I said something and right now, I was drawing a blank on any other convenient things I could say that were less controversial than what I’d stopped myself from saying.

,, maybe if you say it, he’ll know that you don’t hate him.” the thought came.

I took a deep breath. Shaky.

“I was wondering what your kiss feels like.” I muttered, my voice dropping so low that for a second, I didn’t think he heard me.

His jaw dropped. One hand left my ass and raised. Dragging through thick dark hair as he tugged. His mouth opening and closing.

“What? You kept asking… I.. You don’t have to. I didn’t want to make it weird.” I babbled nervously. When he started to chuckle, I looked up at him with a brow raised. “Gee, thanks.” I pouted.

Stepping away. Because if I didn’t put some distance between us right then, I was going to keep digging the hole deeper.

He reached out and grabbed me by the hips, pulling me against him all over again. Rocking himself into me clumsily. His face inching closer and closer to my own. Our mouths were on a collision course and neither of us bothered to stop it from happening. His lips settled against the corner of my mouth clumsily. His tongue traced the outline of my lips and I shivered and melted against him like I’d been before. Clinging. My arms around his neck again. Fingers toying with the hair at the nape of his neck before settling my hand across to rest and pull his mouth back against mine.

My lips parted, granting him access. His tongue slipped past my lips and he melted into me this time. Deepening the kiss. Using his grip on my ass to pull me up his body slightly. I sighed as the kiss broke, my tongue rolling over kiss swollen lips. Staring at him as I tried to wrap my head around what just happened.

How badly I wanted it to happen again.

“Well?”

I bit my lip. Trying to formulate words. Anything. My brain must have short-circuited because I came up with nothing, despite all the opening and closing of my mouth as I attempted to answer.

I’m not sure what possessed me to do it or why I thought it was a good idea, but I was grabbing hold of the back of his neck. Pulling his mouth back against mine greedily. Taking total control of the kiss this time around. Making him chuckle into the kiss.

As we pulled apart to breathe, he repeated his question.

“Better than my wildest dreams.” I blurted out quietly.

“So you dream about kissing me?” he asked, tucking his fingers beneath my chin so that I couldn’t do what I tended to when a subject got to be too uncomfortable for me… I swallowed hard and admitted in a hushed tone, “Among other things.”

He growled out the word “Fuck.” and pulled me up his body completely. Deepening the kiss to a point where I almost forgot to breathe a time or two. I could feel myself getting light-headed. The kiss broke and we pulled apart, breathing heavily. I melted against him, dazed. Still trying to get my head around the turn the night had taken.

“It’s getting late, princess.”

“It is.”

“I should probably get you home.”

I pouted a little. Holding onto him just a little tighter. “Unfortunately.” I muttered.

He scooped me off the table and carried me out of the bunker. Sitting me on the back of his motorcycle. I wrapped my arms around him and leaned against his back, the Serpent patch scratching at my skin a little.

The drive back to the Pembrooke took almost no time and as soon as his motorcycle stopped at the curb, I pouted a little. Rolling my eyes at the literal ivory tower.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.” I asked as I slipped off the back of his motorcycle.

He grabbed hold of my hips, pulling me against him. Leaning down and stealing another deep kiss. “Mhm. Definitely, princess.”

I practically floated up the stairs leading into the lobby of the building. And I leaned against the wall, waiting on the elevator. Trying to pull myself together. Smiling like an idiot.

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