#his being so sarcastic towards my classmates help.

[majorpatheticcas]

The honest reason as to why I drew this shit, is cus boys in my class are constantly asking me what's my type (help)

(I told them I like short bald men. They keep asking me 'Keyboard ka ba? Kase type kita' shits and it's driving me insane right now 😰 So I made this to tell them this short mf is who i meant 🫶🤍)

Credits: @htsan ! ILYSM FOR MAKING HIM MWAAA 😍

Ah, yes. Me everytime I saw @htsan reblogging my shit posts <3♡

[plussizeficchick]

Like That | Sleazy Alpha!Kirishima x Chubby!Reader

Warnings: Dubcon(blackmailing)Cunnilingus, P in V, breeding kink, predator/prey kink(Kiri likes the chase😉)

Summary; Reader’s been keeping a secret from her fellow classmates, except Kirishima’s figured it out. You know what they say, when life gives you lemons

“-gonna be soo cute! Just you, hey! Are you even listening to me?!” Kirishima mentally rolls his eyes before turning to face the omega that was talking his ear off. “Sorry, what was that?” He asked. He had a way of disarming people, big glassy eyes, a cute little pout and the person is putty in his hands.

The omega chirps, flustered by the look he gives her before batting her eyelashes, the sight quite literally making Kirishima want to throw up. She giggles and the noise grates on his ears. “I said that I’m excited for the party after you guys win the game. My outfit’s going to be really cute.” She winks and Kirishima knows what she’s implying.

She thinks that by the end of the night she’ll get in his pants but he knows better. He has only one omega on his mind, one that he knows was made for him specifically.

You thought you’d hidden it well, and if he wasn’t a prime alpha you may have even gotten away with it, but his senses were stronger than the average one and your scent made his mouth water.

He knew why you presented yourself as beta, he honestly couldn’t fault you. Prime omegas were extremely rare, so with you being the only one on campus, it would’ve caused quite a stir.

That was the main reason he was even talking to this girl. He’d seen you around her and he was hoping to get an in to talk to you. “Sounds nice, you bringing any friends?” She goes on to list a bunch of names that he doesn’t care to know, only recognizing his heart skipping a beat at the mention of your name. Jackpot.

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This was not your kind of party. It was overly crowded, way too many people to fit inside the enclosed space, but that wasn’t your main focus. You were on a mission.

Your mission: Avoid Eijiro Kirishima.

He made you extremely nervous. His predatory gaze always somehow on you, as if he’s studying you. As if he knows something.

You have a feeling he knows what you really are, his senses as a prime alpha more heightened, so you’d understand if he knew.

But that was just all the more reason to avoid him.

You thought you were doing pretty well, trying your best to enjoy your university’s big win, but then you come to see Kirishima standing in the far corner of the room, nursing a drink with a girl by his side, failing miserably at flirting.

His eyes are everywhere but her, and he’s barely giving her a response. And if that’s not the worst of it, as soon as he catches sight of you in the tight bodycon dress you have on, he’s making a beeline towards you, cutting her off mid sentence. You turn to leave, hoping that the sea of bodies will help him lose track of you. You lose faith however, when you feel his warm, calloused hands grip your arm, turning you to face him.

“Hey, pretty girl. I was hoping to see you here.” He murmurs softly in your ear. You feel a shiver run down your spine at the close proximity. You quirk a brow, “Oh really? And to what do I owe the pleasure?” You answer sarcastically.

Kirishima takes a moment to look you up and down, drinking in the sight of your dress hugging your curves deliciously, the thought of finally getting to peel away the small piece of fabric enough to get him hard. “I was thinking that since we won the championships, maybe you’d want to give me a little reward.” He says, pushing a bit of your hair behind your ear. “I mean, wouldn’t it be a real tragedy if all these alphas were to somehow find out you were a prime omega?” He smirks at the shock that etches onto your face.

He wouldn’t.

“You wouldn’t.” You practically hiss. He just gives you a smug grin, hands up in mock surrender before leaning directly into your face, “I’m not saying I would. I’m just saying it’d be a real shame if word got around and no one could protect you if something were to happen.” You frown at what he was implying, but what other choice do you have? If you didn’t, alphas were going to salivate anytime you crossed paths and omegas would feel threatened, especially those mated. And he knew that. “What do you say, omega? Wanna get out of here?” He grins, his sharp teeth glinting in the light.

He would.

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As soon as Kirishima got you into his room, he was all over you. The scent blockers that you thought you’d so strategically hidden were ripped off without hesitation, Kirishima burrowing his nose right into your scent gland. He groans at the smell, a mix of honey and cinnamon.

He licks at your scent gland, releasing pheromones that will hopefully push you into heat.

He pulls away slightly to get a good look at you, tweaking your nipples through your top and he notices the slight rubbing in your thighs. You were just too cute.

He leans into you, nipping at your neck. “Aw, what’s wrong baby? Need me? Need your big, strong alpha to make it better, hm? Talk to me.” You whine at his words, the feel of his teeth grazing your scent gland about to send you into a frenzy. When did it get so hot? “Please, Eiji.” You practically beg, but that’s not enough for Kirishima, no. He wants you to need him.

He tsks and gives a slight shake of his head before pulling away from you slightly. You whine at the loss of body heat but Kirishima is quick to shut that down with a searing kiss, tongue swirling with yours before sucking and nipping at your bottom lip. “You need me, baby. Know you do. Jus’ wanna hear you say it.” He whispers into your mouth.

How did you end up like this? He had practically blackmailed you, threatened to expose your secret and throw you into the lion’s den, yet you’re seriously aching to get on your knees for him. Ready to give him anything he wants.

“Need you, Eiji. Need you so fucking bad.” You mewl into his neck, sucking hickies into his scent gland. Kirishima groans at your neediness, ready to devour you completely. “Yeah?” He asks, and you nod vigorously. You don’t know why, but you feel the heat intensifying. And the waves of arousal feel much more profound than usual.

Kirishima seems to notice your confusion, cock stirring in his jeans. You really have no idea how this works do you? “What’s wrong, babe?” He asks you with faux concern. “Heat about to break?” He grins wolfishly.

You feel your stomach fall to your ass.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle.” He says, peeling away at his clothes. “Well, I’ll try anyway.” He chuckles.

The sight of his rock hard abs and muscles has your panties soaking and the way he’s looking at you, like you're a cute, chunky bunny ready to be eaten has your heart skipping beats.

“Well?” Kirishima gestures to your clothes, wanting more than anything to rip them off your body. “Not gonna make me wait, are you?” He asks, stroking the length of his cock. You immediately shimmy out of your clothes, your eyes trained on the motion of his hand. He has the prettiest dick you think you’ve ever seen. It’s heavy, the tip is a nice shade of pink, and it’s drooling pre and you want nothing more than to feel the weight of it against your tongue, but it seems like Kiri has a different idea.

“Next time, baby. Right now,” He hoists you up as if you weigh nothing, and honestly, you probably don’t to him, and he unceremoniously drops you on his bed. His hands find purchase on your thighs, it being one of his favorite things about you. “I need to taste you. You gonna let me, hm? Gonna let me make you cum for me?” He mumbles into the skin, and you know you're done for.

“Please, Eiji. Please make me cum.” You beg, tears welling up in your eyes. The sight has Kirishima groaning. He wants to ruin you.

He spreads your pussy lips apart, running a finger along your slick before sucking the finger into his mouth, moaning at the taste. That only seems to encourage him to drink right from the source. Before you know it, he’s pushing your thighs to your chest and is sucking your clit into his mouth, tongue flicking over the bud in rhythmic strokes. You gasp at the feeling, nobody ever eating you out with such vigor before. He’s moaning into your cunt, lapping up as much of your juices as he can but it’s just not enough! He needs more.

He reaches one hand down and rubs it through your slick before pressing a finger inside. You moan, your cunt clenching around the digit while trying to ignore the embarrassing shlick! sound your cunt is making.

It doesn’t take long before Kirishima pulls an orgasm from you and you barely have time to recover before the second one rips through you.

You didn’t even realize he’d come up until you felt his lips against yours and the head of his cock pressing against your entrance.

You gasp as he stuffs his full length in one go, the tip rubbing against your g-spot deliciously with every snap of his hips.

It feels so good, almost too good, the way he’s grinding his pubic bone against you, and when he rubs your clit in tandem with his thrusts, you know you’re a goner.

You’re gushing around his cock, a lewd squelch sound being made every time his hips snap into yours and you’re barely able to form a sentence. “Feel good, baby? Fuck, your pussy feels s’good. S’good to me, baby. So. Fucking Good. Gonna knot you. Fill you up with my pups. Y’want that, baby? Say “yes, daddy.”” Emphasizing his words with each vicious thrust.

He’s fucking into you with vigor, chasing after his own orgasm and at the same time you both reach your climax, your cunt spasming around his pulsing cock as he shoots load, after load into your abused cunt. He’s pawing at your body, the feeling of the soft, doughy flesh somehow intensifying his orgasm.

You cry out, your plush stomach flexing as you feel all your muscles going taut as your orgasm washes over you. Kirishima works you both through it, laying sweet kisses along your neck and chest before pressing one to your lips and cheek as you both come down from your high. You giggle at his softness, knowing he couldn’t keep the act up for much longer.

“Kiriii.” You whine as he blows raspberries into your neck. “(Y/NNNNN).” He mocks back, before pressing more kisses to your face. “We need to shower.” You pout, the sight making him fall deeper in love with you. He sighs, snuggling further into you, “But whyyy, we’re just gonna do it all over again and you smell like me.” He pouts back and neither one of you can help but bust out laughing. “Alright, alright. I’ll get the bath started. You want cookies?” “You have my favorites?” You ask, perking up at the sound of your favorite snack. “Don’t I always?” He smirks. He is your alpha after all.

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[hiraethwrote]

your only competition - satoru gojo

[ satoru gojo - f!reader ]

✧ summary: constantly trying to one up each other, youre always at each others throat. swearing you hate the other, neither want to admit that you might enjoy your time spent together. until... ✧ cw: academic rivals, some swearing, poorly written combat scenes (sorry), injuries, mentions of blood, bickering, some angst, slight comfort, no use of y/n, somewhat proofread ✧ word count: 5.0k

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Satoru Gojo was the best, in every sense of the word. Being the first sorcerer in centuries to be born with the Six Eyes definitely counted for something. And so he began to excel well beyond his classmates, fairly enjoying the spotlight that went with his rare abilities. Wasn’t it always nice to get recognition for your achievements? Satoru thought so at least.

Sitting alone at the top, he was sent on solo missions for curses his peers couldn’t face. That was, of course, until the day you showed up. He didn’t know it at the time, but that warm September day you walked into the classroom would be burned into his memory for as long as he’d live.

Everyone’s heads had perked up when an unfamiliar individual had paraded into the classroom, following close behind Yaga. You'd held your head high, hands tucked neatly behind your back while Yaga introduced you as the new student. It had to be a joke, Satoru had thought, a snicker playing on his lips at the sight of you. Gathering as much information as he could just by letting his eyes travel you, he couldn’t sense a single ounce of cursed energy, so why were placed in their class?

Your eyes shined with a childlike innocence, like you were totally unaware of the world you were all living in. One could feel you radiate a sense of hope that only came from being inexperienced. Oh, how hard the harsh reality would hit you once you were faced with what was out there.

After class, Shoko had yanked Satoru back into the classroom by his uniform, her eyebrows furrowed in a strict scowl. “I know what you’re thinking, Satoru.” He stared back at her with big eyes, pretending he didn’t know what she was getting at. “She’s been sheltered, we all saw it. So it’s important you behave!”

“I always behave.” He slumped over as he spoke, appearing more weakly to enforce his dumb act.

“I mean it, Satoru. She’s going to need our help.”

He took his index finger and drew an X over his heart. “You have my word.” His infamous smirk still danced on his lips, which made Shoko not believe him for a second. She knew there wasn’t much she could do if he’d already decided to tease you. With a disappointed shake of the head, she left him standing with his hands in his pockets.

Satoru kept his eye on her until she had turned a corner. The second she was out of sight, he darted in the opposite direction with a clear mission in mind, managing to catch up with you as you were walking down the hall to your dormitory.

“Hey, wait up.” With a curious look, you turned to the source of the voice that called your name. Pacing towards you, was a tall, lanky fellow with locks white as snow, the biggest shit-eating grin you’d seen in a long time, wearing a pair of characteristic sunglasses.

“You must be the one and only Satoru Gojo,” you said, mirroring his expression as you defensively crossed your arms over your chest.

“I see Yaga already told you about me.”

“No, not really,” you shrugged, your tone taking him by surprise. “But it’s not like your name is unknown in our world.”

“So what have you heard about me then?” He bent forward to be on your level, fishing for compliments, making you feel patronised.

“Don’t feel like inflating your ego more. It’s already dangerous walking around with a head big as yours.” Satoru instantly jerked back into a straight position, retrieving his hands from his pockets to regain a more dominant position.

“Well, aren’t you cute,” he said sarcastically.

“Was there something you wanted?”

Looking down on you, he began to wonder if you were putting on a face, intentionally giving off the impression of being reckless and empty headed. Therefore he had started to theorise the bounce in your step didn’t come from being inexperienced; it came from a film belief that you were better than what people gave you credit for.

“It not every day a new sorcerer joins us, so I’m just curious about what makes you special?” The self satisfied smirk was back on his face in order to seem unbothered by your snarky remarks.

“What’s it to you?” Fuck you, was the first thought that crossed his mind when you’d once again, shut him down. You weren’t giving him anything to go on, not verbally or on any level his Six Eyes could detect.

“We’re classmates now. A team — think I could benefit from knowing,” he said gallantly.

“You’ll know soon enough,” you smirked at him as you began to back away towards your room.

His smile slowly faltered, his eyebrows narrowing in frustration. “Good luck.”

“Sure, thanks,” you waved nonchalantly over your shoulder as you entered your room without another word.

Chewing the inside of his cheek, he still couldn’t pin point anything about you. The only logical explanation to having an ignorant demeanour whilst having a sharp tongue would be you were able to fend for yourself. Then why couldn’t he sense any power on you?

But as you’d said, he would find out soon enough. Even as soon as the next day, when you’d all met for sparring. It was like the higher ups had heard his prayers, because he had been paired up against you. His excitement didn’t go unnoticed by Shoko, who kicked him weakly in the shin to try and smother it.

“You go easy on her, mister,” she’d said so only he was able to hear.

“Don’t worry, Shoko. I’m not cruel. I’ll end it quickly so she won’t humiliate herself too much,.”

Once you were both firmly placed on your respective positions, both with a staff in your hands, he made sure to capture your gaze. “Are you ready for this, sweetheart?” His tone was as sweet as sugar, never breaking the eye contact as you both leaned forward in a bow.

“Are you, sweetheart?” You said, narrowing your eyes at him. He hummed softly at your comment, entertained by the attitude he knew he’d wipe off you the second the sparring started.

After being underestimated for years and years, you'd eventually had no choice but to learn how to use it to your advantage. You leaned into the role of an unintelligent girl who went into every situation without thinking. People became sloppy when they faced you, confident they’d easily take you out.

Satoru was no different. What was worse, was how he didn’t even try to hide how sure he was that you were weak. His smile said it all.

Yaga signalled for you to start, instantly tightening your grip on your staff before striking it directly at him. He was a little startled at how you immediately went for the offensive, but he swiftly dodged the attack just as you had expected. You exploited his dodge, by having the staff spin around before smacking him in the back of the head, stumbling over the foot you had strategically placed in front of him.

Tumbling forward, he finally managed to steady himself only to be faced by Suguru and Shoko standing on the sidelines, both choking back the laughter about to spill out of them. None of the three students had expected you to be so aggressive from the get go, let alone succeed at it.

He shook off the shock, not to mention the pain, from the hit before turning back to look at you. The playfulness had seized to exist and now there was determination written all over him. The corner of your lips perked up in a content smirk.

His staff came piercing through the air, you spun away in the last second before flipping the staff and deflecting his next move, trapping his weapon under yours. You turned to look at him and he didn’t like the mischievous expression plastered on your face.

“What are you playing at?” He asked with a small pant. Your smile only grew at the sight of his frustrated demeanour.

This was the part you loved, the moment you could see it in your opponent’s eyes that they had severely misjudged you. And in their epiphany, you knew they still wouldn’t be able to read you clearly. That being said, you were fighting no other than Satoru Gojo, who even if he couldn’t predict your next move, could be able to take you out regardless.

Suddenly, you felt your staff slip and glide against his. He quickly took advantage of how you’d put your weight on the staff. Before you knew it, you felt the impact of his staff slam against your back.

You found your footing before you reactively threw your elbow at his face. A scoff of surprise slipped out of you when it stopped an inch from his face without him doing anything.

“Asshole,” you breathed. This was the oh-so-famous infinity you had been told about, but you didn’t quite understand it or how it worked. It was no secret that Satoru was well on his way to become the strongest, but he wasn’t there just yet. So maybe you could give him the benefit of the doubt and assume he wasn’t a hundred percent in control of his infinity, that it had been an instinctive reaction.

Nevertheless, it was what you had waited for. You’d wanted him to be the one to resort to his powers first so you could shamelessly use yours.

His breath hitched in his throat when an overwhelming wave of unfamiliar power crashed over him. “What the-“ he didn’t understand what was happening. Was this your power, and why hadn’t he been able to sense it earlier? Had you really been able to block him out from getting insight in your technique?

He didn’t even realise what was happening until he was jerked into the air before slamming against the floor with immense force, landing on his shoulder. The room were quiet for a solid ten seconds before he staggered back on his feet before slow claps in your honour was heard from his friends.

“What the hell was that?” He panted, approaching you with quick steps as his hand rubbed circles on his shoulder.

“That was how you win,” you said in between heavy breaths, leaning your hands on your knees.

“That’s not what I mean,” he nearly growled. Before he was able to interrogate you further, a friendly slap was placed on his back.

“Just admit it, Satoru. She beat you,” Suguru said with a low chuckle. Satoru didn’t even flinch, he kept his gaze pinned on you.

“But you cheated,” he said with a displeased chuckle. You didn’t even entrain his comment, only turning away from him and starting to walk out of the gymnasium. “Hey, I’m talking to you. That last move was dirty.” You heard his footsteps hurry over to you again.

“How’s that?” Snapping around to face him, folding your arms over your chest. “By using my technique? If that’s the case, you’re nose should be bleeding right now.”

With worried eyes, Shoko and Suguru watched your bickering from afar, knowing exactly how this relation was going to play out. The loud argument in the gymnasium was only the beginning of your rivalry. Every person unfortunate enough to witness your public displays of hatred, quickly learned that both you and Satoru were extremely headstrong — maybe stubborn was a better word.

Both of you brought your petty arguing with you into the classroom the first chance you got. It became a never ending competition of who could answer the questions faster. And if the chance offered itself, you would instantly argue with the other person to the best of your ability. No one could tell if you did it to show off who knew the most, or if it was simply to humiliate the other. Either way, it got annoying fast.

Yaga had on several occasions tried to shut down the fighting, but had little success. You would both find one way or another to go at each other anyways. On one occasion, you’d gotten into a fight so bad that Yaga had ordered for the rest of them to leave the room and just let you two hash it out. He’d come back an hour later, only to see through the door crack that you were still going at it. He also saw how Satoru was fighting to let his smugness show, clearly getting a kick out of provoking you until you were red as a tomato.

“Are you really that stupid, Satoru?”

“Please, for the love of all that’s holy, shut up!”

The only place Shoko and Suguru managed to catch a break was during sparring, when they would sneak out for cigarettes the second you and Satoru said the first word to each other.

In every session, neither of you accepted going against anyone but each other. After your first sparring match, Satoru was determined to win the next one, which he did. And how he had won would probably haunt you forever.

You were just about to win yet another match, but it troubled you that Satoru didn’t seem worried about losing. You had the staff pressed against his, sweat dripping down your brow. He was heaving as much as you, but a small smirk was lurking at the corner of his lips.

That’s when he cocked his head forward, revealing the pair of most hypnotising blue eyes you’d ever seen. You had no control of how your muscles relaxed and expression softened. As a soft sigh slipped out of you, he instantly saw his opportunity to down you, knocking the wind out of your lungs when you’d hit the floor.

You'd gone to bed fuming that night, the image of Satoru laughing and teasing you flashing behind your eyelids as you so desperately tried to fall asleep. You were absolutely mortified by the fact that he’d won simply by his appearance; no combat skill, no infinity, no technique, no nothing!

The next morning you got up at the crack of dawn in order to work out and prepare yourself for the next time you’d face him. Never again would you give him the opportunity to embarrass you like that.

Neither is you would probably admit it, but as the training went on, you both learned a lot from each other. Especially when you began to make use of your powers.

Finally you were starting to understand how the most powerful sorcerer functioned, absolutely astonished by the sheer possibility of it. But as you got to know him more, you also so that his powers wouldn’t have been nearly as special if it hadn’t been for Satoru himself. The extraordinary way he so casually carried himself despite of it all, you couldn’t help but admire it. Though you wouldn’t let him know that.

Satoru too, was intrigued by you because it was only during sparring sessions he was able to see what your cursed technique could be capable of. Outside the gymnasium, you kept the cards close to your chest, revealing absolutely nothing about yourself. But in here, you let that shield down. The power you held was so intense, to the point he knew you were definitely holding back on him — just as he was with you.

As the matches got more intense, Suguru and Shoko kept betting the same 1000 yen on who would win. Not only that, they both seemed to notice the growing tension between you, despite the fact that you said you couldn’t stand each other.

And tension there was, as right now. Satoru had his arm around your neck, pressing against your chest. You had your hands tugging on his forearm as your back was pushed up against him. Cursing his name under your breath, you fought the small smile that was sneaking its way onto your face.

The hair on the back of your neck raised when you felt him lean in forward, his hot breath agains your ear before he spoke, “think I like you in this position better.” If you weren’t so focused on trying to beat him, you would probably have paid more attention to the flirtation in his voice.

In a matter of seconds, you benefitted from his playfulness and reversed the roles where you had him pinned against the ground in defeat. “Don’t go soft on me now, Satoru. Ain’t going to be any fun here anymore if you make it too easy.”

“I’m just trying to get in your head.”

“Hmm, funny. Doesn’t seem like it’s working,” you teased before you stood up without offering him a helping hand.

Satoru had his eyes follow you the entire way out of the gymnasium, a genuine smile dancing on his lips. He quickly snapped back to reality when he heard Suguru’s voice.

“Satoru!”

Turning to look at his friends, there was no signs of the smile that was present just a second ago. “What?”

“We called your name like four times!” Neither of them looked pleased, Shoko with her arms crossed over her chest and high shoulders, and Suguru with his hands in his pockets.

“Sorry, was just lost in thought.”

“We can tell,” Shoko sighed as they both began to follow him close behind as he walked for the exit of the gymnasium.

“So, when’s the wedding?” Suguru teased, instantly earning him a tired scoff from Satoru. “I mean, it’s pretty obvious.”

“Give it a rest.” He couldn’t help but laugh. “She’s a menace. You know I think so.”

“Yeah? Could have fooled us,” he shrugged in response.

“What do you mean?” Shoko and Suguru shared a quick glance in question if he was playing dumb or if he actually didn’t know what they were getting at.

“When you’re not seeking her out to argue, then you do not shut up about her.”

He tried to shrug them off. “Because she gets on my last nerve.”

“No, Satoru, you don’t get it,” Shoko interrupted him, clearly annoyed. “If you disliked her as much as you say you do, you’d think you would want as little to do with her as possible.”

“Everyone complains about people they don’t like.”

“Every once in a while, sure. But it’s all the god damn time!”

Satoru just shook his head, trying to shake off their accusations. “Whatever it is you’re getting at, you can drop it. You’ve never been more off.”

With a deep sigh, Shoko turned to Suguru with a stern look in hopes he could get him to realise how absolutely insufferable he had been since you'd arrived. The second they managed to peer him away from throwing insults in your direction, he went on to complain about anything you’d done. Your answers in class were stupid, your technique when training was sloppy, you had immense power but didn’t know how to use it.

But the absolute worst was when you and Satoru had been on missions. Seeing as the two of you were significantly stronger than the rest of them, you were often sent on more demanding missions just the two of you, on several occasions facing special grade curses.

When both Suguru and Shoko were present, there was only so much new information Satoru could provide them with. But if you were gone for a day or two, there was no shutting him up. He went on and on about whatever curse you met and went into detail about what you’d done to exorcise them. To anyone listening, it sounded like he admired every move you made, throwing in random, cruel remarks just to keep up the image of hatred.

“Look, if you can tell yourself you talk so much about her because you hate her, fine. But how do you explain the looks,” Suguru continued the discussion.

“Looks?” Shoko swore she could punch him.

“You can’t be serious?” He huffed.

Truth was, Satoru was fully aware of how his gaze lingered on you for a second too long. He knew he couldn’t help but smile whenever he saw you thrive in battle, whether in practice with him or on missions. And whenever your skin got in contact with his, he became idiotically aware of himself.

But he could never in a million years admit that. Not after being so adamant in his disdain for you. “You guys are reaching,” he said with his characteristic, cocky chuckle as he began to walk away. “She’s my only real competition. It’s only fair I stay on top of it so she doesn’t surpass me.”

His friends only scowled at him as he exited the gymnasium. “1000 yen they’re sleeping together in a month.”

“Nah, you’re winning that bet,” Shoko said with a defeated chuckle.

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Satoru couldn’t understand what had happened. He was only staring empty at Yaga, the ringing in his ears completely blocking out his words, feeling his mouth run dry.

The last thing he remembered was Shoko’s frantic voice on the phone, telling him to hurry back to Jujutsu High. He’d only ever heard her voice that panicked a handful of times before; she was usually so calm and collected.

He’d wasted no time getting back, being rushed by both Suguru and Yaga the second he had set foot within the premises. The first thing he’d noticed was Suguru limping and clutching his stomach while his lip was bloodied.

Oh no.

“You alright?” He’d asked weakly, as he has begun to place the pieces together.

Suguru simply nodded with a wince in pain. “I’m fine, but Satoru-“

“You both made it back, right?” He tried to smother the desperation in his voice.

“Yes, but-“

Satoru had already begun to zone out, realising what they were about to tell him. He knew you and Suguru had gone on a mission— a mission which was originally meant for you and him.

However, last minute the higher ups had decided Satoru had to go on a solo mission. Though he had tried to argue, they had been very adamant. The only deal he had managed to make with them was for Suguru to go with you so you didn’t find yourself alone on a mission intended for the two of you.

“Satoru.” Though somewhat muffled, he managed to make out Suguru calling his name again.

“What happened?”

Suguru struggled to form the words, only stuttering a few sounds before Yaga jumped in to explain. “The curse that met them was special grade, not first grade like we first thought.”

“Okay, but she should be able to-“

“Satoru, you didn’t see it. It was unlike anything we’ve faced before,” Suguru finally managed to form a sentence as he could hear the stress start to appear in the voice of his best friend.

“No, but you’re both strong. Next to me, you’re the strongest!” He was starting to get severely anxious, his heart beating faster and faster. It was only made worse by how they didn’t seem to give him all the information straight forward.

“She got me out first.”

“Wait, got you out first? Is she not here?”

“Satoru?” Shoko’s shallow voice drew their attention to her, as her head perked out the door. Slowly, she made her way over to them, genuine concern on her face.

“Can someone please tell me what happened?” He pleaded, turning restless by the way they were all looking at each other while he was still left in the dark.

“She managed to hold the curse at bay long enough for me to go in again and get her.”

“She’s stable for now, but I… I’m not sure when she’ll wake up.”

This couldn’t happen. You always knew what you were doing when you were out on missions. Never reckless, despite what one might think. You took every precaution imaginable, avoiding every risk that you might face.

So how come they were telling him that you’d taken one hell of a beating? He felt the only reasonable explanation was that this was a sick joke.

He swallowed the lump in his throat, before hesitatingly asking what he’d wanted since he arrived. “Can I see her?” Shoko simply nodded before leading him to the door, carefully opening it up for him. Slowly stepping into the dimly lit room, his eyes immediately landed on you.

The first thing to hit him was how he couldn’t sense your cursed energy, and not because you were blocking him out like you usually did. But you just felt weak, and he couldn’t ever recall seeing you so peaceful.

Laying completely still on your back, your covers only covering your legs revealing your bandaged torso, a tiny bloodstain seeping through. Your face was different shades of blue, evidence of the battle.

As much as both of you had faced strong curses before, you’d never been this beaten up before. He became a little nauseous at the sight, beginning to picture how every thing had gone down wherever it was you had been sent on mission.

He cautiously approached your bedside, scared that if he made any sudden moves or sounds that he would somehow make it worse, before sitting down on the chair beside you.

“I’m sorry,” he said, barely a whisper. The guilt had hit him like a truck, taking responsibility for not being there.

If he had wanted to, he knew he could have convinced the higher ups not to send him on that solo mission. And if so, he could have been there and helped— saved you.

Against all odds, through all the fighting and bickering, you had become a strong team. Neither of you would say it out loud, but somewhere along the line, you had both grown to care for each other. Satoru, however, hadn’t realised it until his breath had hitched in his throat at the sight of you so fragile.

As the days past, your wound healed and your bruises faded from your face, but you showed no signs of waking up. Satoru grew more impatient for each day that went by, especially when no one had any more answers to give.

“I’m sorry, Satoru. I’ve done all that I can,” Shoko explained desperately almost on a daily basis, but he kept asking everyday.

Day in and day out, he sat in that damn uncomfortable chair, only occasionally pacing around the room for two minutes to stretch his legs before settling down in the chair again. He barely slept, so adamant on meeting your gaze when your eyes finally fluttered open.

“You gotta wake up soon,” he pleaded to deaf ears. Three weeks of waiting had been pure torture. “I need you to come back.” A somber chuckle left his lips.

Reluctantly, he dared to carefully grab your delicate hand in his. It was a weird sensation, as the only time he had felt your skin was when you were in combat training. Now it was soft and tender, letting his thumb glide graciously over the back of your hand.

“Do I have to beg you?” His voice was so careful, like he wasn’t able to let it out in its entirety. “If that’s what you’re trying to make me do, that’s not funny.”

Still nothing. Not a twitch in your eyelids, not your lips opening to speak, not your nose flaring as you took the first deep breath waking up.

“Wouldn't put it past you,” a faint smile reactively found its way onto his face. “Just please. Wake up.”

Dead silence filled the room, his eyes locked on your small hand resting in his. He didn’t realise his eyes had actually shed a tear until it hit your hand, his own intense emotions surprising him.

“You are going soft on me, sweetheart.” Satoru attention shot towards you, barely making out what you had groaned out. Muttering your name in shock, a self satisfied smirk grew on your lip. “Water, please,” you squealed before breaking out in coughs. Scrambling out of the chair, he clumsily filled you a glass of water.

“You’re awake.” His voice was so light, unlike how you were used to hearing it. Usually there was always a smirk to sense in his voice, constantly smug. But now he was so gentle, as he carefully placed his hand on your back to help you up before handing you the glass. You were so used to having his hands throw punches at you, it was a delightful change when he tenderly placed his hand on the back of your head as you drank.

“How long have I been out?”

He swallowed the lump in his throat before sitting back down in the chair. “A little over three weeks.”

Your eyes widened, another small cough escaping you. “Three weeks—“ a low whistle. “Bet you’ve surpassed me by far now.” You were only half joking, genuinely upset that you might have fallen behind. But, to your surprise, he gave you a nervous chuckle.

“Uhm, n-no,” he said before clearing his throat, shaking away his uneasiness. “Not really.”

“Okay? What have you been up to this whole time then?” The weak smile on your lips gradually faded when it dawned on you. With adoration glistening in your eyes, his gaze met yours. “Oh,” you spoke hoarsely. “You haven’t really sat here all the time, have you?”

“No, I’ve walked around the room a few times.” Blinking rapidly at him, you couldn’t quite believe what you were hearing. This only confirmed the suspicions you’d been too scared to even think, that there might have been stolen glances and smiles with intentions shared between the two of you.

Without mentioning it, he had intuitively taken your hand in his again. Your cheeks heating from the feeling of his compassionate touch, pleasantly surprised by how natural it felt to have him hold it.

“I should probably get Shoko-“ he was about to stand up, but tightened the grip on his hand to prevent him.

“Just-“ anxiously clearing your throat. “I feel fine, we can wait a little longer.” His eyes captured your glare and he had never looked at you with so much passion before, making your heart skip a beat. “Thank you for sitting with me.”

“Wanted to be there when you woke up,” a tired smile on his lips.

“I’m glad you were.”

“Me too.”

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a/n alright guys... "ill take a break from writing this week" im full of crap. so when I was 2k words deep, I rewrote the entire thing. then i just kept writing and writing, it never ended. i thought it was gonna be much shorter. had to perfrom some killing of darlings. when i finished it first it was like 5.3k words so.

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[coconutdays]

emotion

s. you get stuck in your crush/study buddy's room during a freak storm.

w.c. 1.8k

w. gn! reader (I thought a fem reader when writing this, but then I noticed that I didn't really make it gender coded! so I figured it was a plus it came out this way!) , suna! x reader , fluff! suggestive! bc there is some steamy kissing and of the making out

a/n: Earth spun a wheel between Rin, Osamu, and Atsumu for me to write for and it so conveniently picked Suna Rin

Ending up in the same room as your classmate/crush during a storm, at night, with no electricity had never been on your bingo card for the year. Yet, here you were, blinking back into reality seconds after the lights just went out.

"Shit" Suna sighs. You can hear him start to move, making out the shadow of his body standing up and moving towards his beside drawer.

"I have a candle in here." He mutters, the obvious rummaging being heard before it ceases after you somewhat see a cylindrical shape in his left hand. The smell of paraffin going up into flames accompanies the slight bit of light coming from the match he just lit, it fades away the moment he blows out the match after getting the candle to light.

It isn't much, the light coming from the medium sized candle, but it lets you fawn over his face, his entire being. It's a flattering light and it sets a mood you wish you could do something about.

"You think the Professor will cancel the test?" He shivers a little when he sits down across from you again, rubbing his hands together.

That's the reason you were here in the first place, to study for that damn test.

Suna had sat next to you at the beginning the semester after getting there at the last minute and the last open seat had been the one next to yours. Ever since then, you had exchanged small talk and numbers with each other. It happened frequently, befriending the people sitting next to you in class, some days it was a great help to ask each other if the other had done the homework, understood yesterday's lecture, or if they had notes because one of you couldn't go to class that day.

But you only got excited when Suna asked you for your version of the notes from the previous lecture. Everyone always complimented your penmanship, but the first time he got your notes for reference against his, he sent a text:

lol you write really pretty

You smiled to yourself at it when he sent it and could only send a thank you back.

He didn't really befriend anyone else in the class and neither did you because of it. You didn't have the chance to when any free time in the class where the professor hadn't started lecture yet was taken up by conversation he tried striking up with you. It automatically made you study buddies by the time this first test came around.

"Well if it looks like the rest of the campus, or at least half of us lost electricity too, then it might be a no brainer to save it for another time."

He lets out a puff of air as a sarcastic laugh at the situation, "It's like that shit you say. Being delulu is the--"

"Solulu." You finish for him, giggling.

He lets out a 'heh' and leans forward while hugging himself even tighter, "Sorry you got stuck here. The storm really came out of nowhere."

"I'm sorry I got stuck here." You counter, your body starting to shiver at the increasingly cold air filling up the room with harsh cold rain storming just a window away and no heater to protect against it. "I'm in your room after all."

"It's fine," He says, his eyes acting a bit more fox-like than usual as he stares you down before he adds, "Let me give you one of my hoodies, it's getting cold."

And before you can interject and say that won't be necessary, which it really won't--you don't need Suna's hoodie, you're fine freezing to death if it means you don't have to breathe in his intoxicating scent clinging to your skin--he's getting up and walking to his closet.

As quickly as he gets up, he's coming back and handing you a hoodie, the specifics of it like the color or design not something your eyes couldn't register at the moment.

"Thanks." You meep out, basking in the moment your head first slips through it and you feel the hoodie envelop you. You didn't know what was keeping you warm now, the actual material draped over your body or the fact that it was Suna's and he had worn it before, it was his.

When you look back at him and squint a little, you can tell he's wearing one of his own too. One he rarely wore--yes you noted how frequently he wore his hoodies, you couldn't help but make the observation.

"Well if we think tomorrow's test is gonna be cancelled..." Suna drags on, "We can play Mario Kart on my switch?"

You weren't one to frequently come across the opportunity to play on a switch, so you asked, "It can work without wifi?"

"Yea, " He nods, "it's the only I can think of to keep us occupied while we wait to see if the electricity comes back any time soon."

You can think of something else.

And so does he, but he won't tell you that either.

While he gets up to get his console from his desk, you nervously near his bed.

"Hey, Suna, can I play on your bed?"

A shiver runs up his spine and his eyes go wide as he's disconnecting any unnecessary wires from his switch. Time stands still for him and-

"Suna?"

"Yea!" He manages to blurt out like it's not big deal as he comes back to you with the console in hand. When he joins you in sitting on his bed, next to you, propping up the little screen across from both of you, he says, "And you can call me Rintaro. If you want."

You lean over a bit to look at him curiously, noticing a slight change in his demeanor, as if he had something else busying his mind. His eyes seemed caught up in a thought.

"Sure."

That small observation of yours became a thing of the past soon after you had finished playing two matches against him.

He had become your worst enemy.

"You do not let me catch a break!" You laugh and yell at the same time, shoving him with your shoulder.

"Just because you don't play it often, doesn't mean I have to go easy on you." He defends himself, smirking as he looks at you from the corner of his eye while he picks a new map to play on.

You toss your controller to his side of the bed to throw an over exaggerated fit.

"Well now I don't wanna play if I'm gonna keep getting bullied like this." You haughtily huff and cross your arms

Suna jokingly rolls his eyes and is about to ridicule you when you're both suddenly enveloped in darkness again.

The candle must've gone out.

And for some reason, the lack of light made for a lack of noise in the space between the both of you. The rumbles coming from the storm outside filled the void between the both of you and eventually closed the space between you two when a monstrous crack of thunder and lightning made you yelp and grab onto whatever was near.

The shock of the sudden noise had you breathing a bit quick and with your arms around Suna's torso, who instinctively put his arms around you too.

It was quiet, yet not at the same time.

The roaring storm outside was noisy enough,

but you and your study buddy weren't saying anything.

Your hands can feel how sturdy he is underneath the layers of his shirt and hoodie. He's big, an obvious fact considering he is tall and a volleyball player for the school, but it seems so much more prominent when your hand feels so small compared to his huge back.

His breath tickles your ear and you move your head back when you shiver because of it.

His face is now in front of yours because of it. And now you're both in a position to kiss. You can feel his body and mind contemplating it, by the way his head moves a little and how his breath starts to sound. You don't doubt that you're probably doing the same.

When you feel his hand squeeze around your hip, you give him a small peck on the lips. It took all of your courage and some of the intensity from the moment to do it.

You have no opportunity to berate yourself for doing it when he chases after your mouth immediately when you're about to pull away.

And now you're making out with...

"Suna." You sigh, feeling him manhandle you onto his lap

"Rin." He breathes quickly before he reaches for your mouth again.

You can't help the mewl you let out from savoring the moment like the repeated relief of taking off your shoes after a long day of walking.

"Rin." You repeat after him.

Rintaro, Rin, is breathing just as heavily against you as you are. He's going as far as you are, whatever you do, he does in return. When you swipe your tongue against his lips, he does the same, except you open your mouth to him when he does.

And now you're both kissing with tongue.

You moan particularly loud and he juts his hips up into you right before he pulls away from you, the look in his eyes something you so agonizingly wish you could see right now.

"I like you a lot." He confesses, moving his hands down to slither across your thighs and hold them there.

"I like you a lot too." You say back, gripping onto the hem of his hoodie.

"Yea?" Rin breathes against you, going back in to kiss you

"Mhm." You sigh in relief.

"Fuck, "He can't help but push up into you, "You're so fucking pretty."

"You think so?"

"Know so." He groans and heads towards your neck for an assault, holding you in place by the back of your neck. "I want you so bad."

You grind your hips against him, turned on by the confession, "I want you bad too."

BOOM!

And you get scared shitless by the bitchy thunder again, dragging you away from the intensity of your increasingly intense makeout session with Rintaro and into a breathless heap of laughter with him. He had fallen back onto the bed, dragging you down with him and into his arms, snuggled into the crook of his neck.

"Does this mean I can finally follow you on Instagram?"

"Huh?" You're still dazed from the oxygen sucking of a makeout you just shared with him

"I found it a long time ago, but you never gave it to me so I didn't wanna seem like a stalker. You looked really pretty in your post last week though. I like pink on you."

"Stalker!"

[thinkingotherwise]

Requested by: misticbullet Please do more fanfics with bad girl vibe with suo and the rest, or preppy girl from all girls school in sailor uniforme like one from akebi's sailor uniforme, i'm a total sucker for good girl bad boy situation relesh

Not sure if I got the preppy girl vibes correctly.

Also, I'd surely add some other stories with this dynamics and the bad girl/boy reader, because it's really fun and on point with the series.

Choji Tomiyama x fem! Preppy Girl! reader

He's such a deadly cinnamon bun

TW: blood

Even with his funny shirts and a big smile, Choji inspired fear in your friends but not in you. You got along really well since the day he complimented your keychains attached to your bag. Seemingly the only "strange" thing about your elegant and stylish appearance. At the same time, his T-shirt brought a smile to your face, leaving both of you grinning and richer by a new friend.

You got more attached to each other, the more time you met. He brought you so much joy so easily and, you could say, stupidly. You really did appreciate the different and more relaxed way he was compared to your classmates.

All the rumours your friends told you about him being the leader of Shishitoren, the fights he got in, and the race for the strength he constantly found himself in, didn't have that much effect on you. Of course, the first time you saw his bloody fists and dark eyes was very shocking, you even took a step back trying to calm yourself before you could run away from him. And so after talking and him sharing in excitement that his fists were finally heavier and more powerful you only grinned at him and congratulated him. He reminded you of a cute puppy, a cute but feral puppy.

As mentioned it wasn't strange for you to see him covered in blood but to see him at your school gate with blood over his T-shirt was new. He just got too excited to share something with you and had to do so right after the fight.

You came out of school with your friends and immediately you heard all sorts of mutters from around you.

"Why is he here?" Someone behind you whispered.

"Oh my God!"

"Is that blood?" A couple of voices echoed.

Then your eyes meet the figure that caused all this disturbance. His eyes searched the crowd constantly moving from one leg to another and swinging side to side. When he finally found you he smiled brightly and waved in your direction.

"Oh, (Y/n)! I was waiting for you." Choji said and eagerly bounced toward you.

Seeing that your friends hid behind you grabbing at your arms and using you as their shield. You knowing such a delinquent made them question if you had some trouble or got into some unwanted company.

"Hi Choji, what happened to you?" You asked when he stopped before you.

Your friends and people around gasped at the friendly attitude you shared with some thug, covered in blood and with bruises lining his body.

"Oh, that? Just some weak guys that went out of line. Had to set them straight." He replied cheerfully and you could see the people around shivering in fear at the temporary change in his voice.

"I see, then good job keeping them in their place." Your monotone voice made him very happy.

"Thanks."

When you felt your friends' grips tightening around your arms and shoulders once again you sighed and shook them off. You reached into your fancy bag and took out a pack of wet tissues. Taking one you stepped closer to him and your hand reached toward his face.

"Here, let me help you with the blood." You proposed and your friends gasped dramatically making you roll your eyes.

"(Y/n), don't come so close to him." One of them said trying to come to you and bring you away from the boy but you just raised your brows at them.

"Oh, come on, it's not like he'll bite you." You said sarcastically, but you knew that he could if he was provoked, you wouldn't put it behind him.

"Eeek." At yet another sound from your classmates, you had enough.

You grabbed Choji's hand leading him out of the school grounds and on the way to some quiet place.

"I'll see you guys later." You told your friends not even sparing them a look.

"Are you sure?"

"Will you be alright?" They asked worried about you.

"Yes, don't worry." You turned briefly toward them and sent them a small reassuring smile before continuing with Choji by your side.

He was unusually docile, but you blamed it on his after-fight excitement and need to share the whole story with you.

When you were far enough, you sat on the benches near some playground. You gave him the tissue and he finished cleaning his face up as best as he could without seeing where the dry blood was. Then he searched his jacket's pockets before grabbing something and showing it to you. From his finger dangled a cute little charm and you tilted your head.

"What's that?"

He grinned at your question.

"Ah, yes! Here you can have it. I got it from the kid I helped." He said before shoving it in your lap.

He then started telling the story in much more detail, talking about how heavy his fists were when he saw the kid in trouble, and when he beat up the guys. And you, you listened to him going on and on while playing with the fuzzy charm.

[weasleysbliss]

𝐡𝐞𝐱𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 | 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐲

pairing: fred weasley x gryffindor!reader

summary: fred has always been a constant source of irritation, pranks, and rivalry. known for his charm and mischievous smile, he seems to take pleasure in getting under your skin. to you, he’s nothing but a red-headed pest, and yet, the tension between you both almost feels electric.

word count: 2.5k

warnings: angst, slight cursing

a/n: hihi this is my second hp writing piece but the first one i'm acc posting so this might not be the best but nonetheless, i still hope u enjoy reading <3

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You’re deep in your slumber, until you suddenly feel an alarming sensation on your face, awakening you quickly and causing your head to dart up. It was water. Splashed all across your face. And there he was, the man who did it all, Fred Weasley. “Fred!” You shouted, while trying to wipe your face dry with your blanket.

“Why’re you bloody yelling? I just figured this is how I’d wake you up, since your alarm clearly can’t get the job done.” Said the red-head boy. “Gosh Fred.. I mean there’s so many ways to wake someone up but pouring water on their faces is vile! Thanks a lot.” You gave him a sarcastic smile as you pushed past him, making your way to the bathroom.

“No problem!” He yelled, knowing it would fuel your anger even more. Fred Weasley is your new roommate. Unfortunately, for the rest of the year he will be. You can't help but think to yourself how you can possibly get through another day having to deal with him.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

• 𝐅𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

After a rather irritating start to your day, you finally arrive to your first period class - potions. You greet and take a seat next to your best friend, Hermione Granger. Before you both even get the chance to converse, Professor Slughorn had immediately started lecturing.

As soon as he was finished teaching, Hermione finally asked the question she had been dying to ask you. "I was going to ask, how's your new roommate? Fred, is it?" She said as she looked over to Fred's desk, where he was sitting with his twin brother - George.

"Oh dear.. I don't want to talk about him. He's already being a pain in the ass." You said, in a disappointed tone. "Oh please Y/N, he can't be that bad." She argued. "You say that until he pours water on you to wake you up in the morning." You said, clearly showing your hatred towards the boy. Hermione laughed at your response.

You heard a bunch of familiar laughs coming from the opposite corner of the room. Catching your attention, you look over to where you can hear the laughs and see Fred and George surrounded by the rest of their classmates. What they were laughing at is something you weren't able to tell, and didn't think of finding out because you were so confused. "What could possibly be so hilarious now.." You rolled your eyes.

"Oh gosh, how disgusting! Fred and George are messing around with the potions and are turning them into what looks like a bunch of gross frogs.." Said Hermione. You quickly turn your head back again and see that what Hermione said was true. You nearly gagged at the sight. "Where's Professor Slughorn? Jeez.. the second you need him he leaves the room without any heads up." She said, irritated.

At this point, you weren't even listening to what Hermione was saying. Your eyes were glued to the sight of Fred and George's wands' flicking to convert potions into slimy frogs. You turn back to your desk, nodding your head in disgust. You were finished creating your potion, until you heard someone yell your name.

"Hey Y/N! Want to see what I can do with your potion?!" Fred shouted from across the room. Suddenly, all eyes were on you now. You already knew what he was going to do with your potion, and you weren't in the mood for his stupid jokes now. "Fred Gideon Weasley, if you-" Before you could finish your sentence, he strikes his wand at your potion, and it turns into a sluggish frog.

This potion that you made before it was fucked with, consisted of a recipe that took you ages to perfect. And now that today was the day you were finally able to achieve so, it had to be ruined by none other than your roommate and now rival - Fred.

Fred's prank caused everyone, including himself, to burst out into laughter. You could feel your face getting hot, you didn't know if you should feel embarrassed, cry, leave the classroom, or yell at him. You were far too exhausted to even let your rage out at him anymore, since it was still quite early. As a result, you stormed out of the room. But before you did, you decided to give him a taste of his own medicine and knocked over his potion - breaking the glass and spilling the concoction all over the ground.

Everyone, as well as Hermione, gasped. Fred's mouth hung open, but he wasn't able to get a single world out. You gave him a nasty look and left the class. While running to the common room, you see Professor Slughorn returning to class, not noticing that you had stormed out. Although you weren't able to see what was going on inside the classroom, you assumed he saw the mess you and the twins had created (although it was mainly Fred).

"Bloody hell! I leave for 5 minutes and you guys destroy the classroom!" You could hear Slughorn's yell. Loud enough for you to hear.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

• 𝐅𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Your leaving your last period class, Divination, and you just can’t wait to hop into your bed and take a nap. This idea was cut short as you heard the announcements turn on and say, “Y/N L/N and Fred Gideon Weasley please report to the main office.” Oh gosh. You really hoped this wasn’t regarding what happened in the potions classroom.

As you step into the office, you see Professor McGonagall and Slughorn standing next to each other, relieved that you came but still disappointed in your actions. Sitting across from the two professors, you see Fred with this head facing down. McGonagall signals for you to take a seat beside him, and you do.

"It has come to my attention that you two were responsible for the monstrosity that occurred in Slughorn's potions class." McGonagall spoke. You and Fred didn't say anything, you didn't know what to. You both looked up to her as she spoke. "This is unacceptable! You're both damaging the school's equipment. Not to mention, coming from two very bright students, I must say, this greatly disappoints me." She said, Slughorn eyeing you and Fred while she spoke.

You whispered a soft "I'm sorry" to both professors, with Fred doing the same. "I'll let you both off this time. Do NOT let this happen again, as there will be consequences." McGonagall emphasized. She gave you and Fred the cue to leave, so you both walked out of the office.

"Alright, now that that's out of the way.. I can finally relax." You thought in your head. "Y/N." You heard a familiar voice call your name. You looked back and saw that it was the same guy you walked out of the office with - Fred. You both walked over towards each other, and you waited for him to speak.

"I'm sorry that I've been messing around with you lately.. I can tell you're pretty annoyed with me." He chuckled. You let out a small laugh in response before saying, "It's fine Fred, honestly. I was looking forward to becoming friends with you but, you being a dickhead really doesn't help." Fred laughed at the word 'dickhead', but knew you were being serious when you called him that.

"Well I'll stop being a 'dickhead' from now on, so let's at least try to get along. I mean, we are roommates for an entire year. Might as well." He said. By this point, you've both made up on good terms and return to your rooms.

Nearly a month goes by, and you and Fred have surprisingly been getting along really well. He's refrained from pulling any dumb pranks on you, choosing instead to be sweet and gentle with you. You two have even shown subtle signs of flirting, like you playing with his hair, playfully hitting his arm, and occasionally laying your head on his shoulder.

At times, you would consider your feelings towards him. You didn't have a full-blown crush on him, but his features and personality were starting to draw you in. From his perfect smile to his luscious locks of orange hair and his tall, well-built figure, you were definitely attracted to him in a way. A way you couldn't particularly explain.

Aside from your feelings for Fred, something else exciting was on the horizon - the Yule Ball. You hoped Fred would ask you by now, considering the ball was a week away, but he didn't. However, you didn't mind, thinking he needed more time before asking you.

On one particular night, You and Fred decided to watch a movie in your room. It was some boring true crime film that didn't really interest you both, so you let it play in the background while you and Fred fell asleep. The way in which you guys slept on this very night is one you'll never forget, because the tension almost felt electric.

You laid on his chest, hugging his side, while one of his hands was around your waist and the other playing with your soft hair. Fred fell asleep within seconds, but you were struggling to. Your heart was constantly beating, and this was the closest you've ever been and felt with him. You never wanted to let go of him.

The day after, you were about to leave your 3rd period class - Charms. Before you could step out, you notice Fred in the corner of your eye, across the hall. His presence made you smile, and you felt butterflies in your stomach seeing him, knowing the amazing experience that occurred last night. Your smile slowly fades as you see him talking to Angelina Johnson.

You peek through the door, trying to eavesdrop and find out what they're talking about. You knew this was wrong and a bit creepy, but seeing him talking and laughing with another girl after you had cuddled up with him all night felt strange. You finally find a position where you can hear they're conversation.

"Would you want to go to the Yule Ball with me?" He asked, in which Angelina agreed and said yes. Your heart ached hearing this, feeling like you had been stabbed right in the chest. You stopped breathing for a good few seconds, trying to process what you just heard. Did last night mean nothing to him? Did he not like me? Am I not good enough for him?

There were too many thoughts in your head at the moment, all being negative. You felt your eyes water, tears forming and eventually escaping. You see Angelina leave, and you quickly wipe away your tears before finally leaving the classroom, trying your best to walk as fast as you can back to your room without Fred noticing.

Unfortunately for you, he did notice you. Your red puffy eyes and unusual walking speed caught his attention, and he knew something was wrong. He was calling your name while following you back to your room, but you pretended as if you didn't hear him. As soon as you both get in the room, he yells your name, clearly frustrated, and forcefully turns you so you're facing him.

Your whole look was clear to him now, the smudged mascara, the red eyes, and your tear-stained cheeks. "Y/N! I've been calling your name for like the past 2 minutes and you've clearly ignored me, why are you avoiding me?!" He shouted, making you flinch a little. You felt weak, weak enough to be unable to speak. Your voice was quiet, but you managed to say "B-because Fred.. I've made it so obvious that I like you and I was stupid enough to think that you feel the same but you chose another girl over me! Was I not enough? What did I do wrong?!" You yelled. You looked and felt miserable at this point.

Fred was surprised that you had seen him ask Angelina to the ball, but he was also shocked that you voiced your feelings for him. "Y/N.. I-I'm so sorry. I just didn't know you'd think of me in such a way, considering how I used to treat you when we first met." Fred said. "Fred, that was easy for me to get past. I mean look at you, your handsome, humorous, and you really are a kind soul deep down. Any girl would want you, and would be lucky to have you. I'm so stupid for thinking I was the only option." You said, with your head facing down, unable to make eye contact with him.

You still felt tears slowly streaming down your face. Fred gently grabbed your face so you could look up at him, and wiped your tears with his thumb. "Honestly, I really do like you Y/N. I have for a while. I wasn't sure how you'd react if I went with someone else.. I guess I didn't think you'd care. Again, I'm really sorry, I should've taken your hints. I'm so sorry." He said, with a guilty and sorrowful look on his face.

He genuinely felt bad, and wished he could've went back in time to express his feelings towards you sooner. You didn't give him a response, but instead stopped crying while still trying to catch your breath. He put his forehead on yours, looking into your eyes. Gosh, his eyes were so gorgeous. You hated him seeing you so distraught.

"Y/N, forgive me. Please, I can't afford to lose you." He said. You finally respond, "Freddie, of course I forgive you." He softly smiled at your answer, and pulled you into a tight hug. His arms snaked around your waist, and yours around his neck. He slowly tucked a strand of hair behind your ear before saying, "You're so beautiful, did y'know that? Even when you're a mess." You smiled.

You could feel his face inching closer to yours, and you couldn't help but stare at his gorgeous face. Every feature of his was striking to you, his lips, eyes, everything. You admire his face for a solid 10 seconds before you feel his lips go on yours. Finally, you had always dreamed of this moment - kissing him.

The kiss was passionate, your lips both moved in sync and everything about it felt amazing. One of your hands moved to his jawline, and the other tangled in his beautiful hair. His hands were exploring your entire upper body, but decided to settle on your neck and waist, inching closer to your breasts.

The kiss nearly lasted half a minute, before you both pulled away, catching your breaths. His hands moved, cupping your face. "I love you so much Y/N." He spoke, still slightly out of breath. "I love you more Freddie." You said, smiling at him. "It's like our hearts were hexed." He said, as you both laughed. He picked you up off your feet, and you both got back to your steamy make-out session.

[kairiscorner]

omds i luvvvvvvv your writing so much 🤭🤭 could i req a earth 42 miles or a hobie brown fic where reader gets bullied for dating miles/hobie (whichever one u pick 🖤) because people think she’s “not good enough for him” because she’s like one of the quiet kids she doesn’t go to like parties and stuff like that she’s always studying and that kinda stuff and miles/hobie finds out when one of his friends confronts him ab it (you can write this however u like!!!!) and he talks w reader and stuff just a bunch of htc!! 🖤 thank you sooooo much

OH DAMN, sure thing anon !! i am just like y/n fr it's just that i don't have bitches 😭😭😭 but i hope u like this rahhh !!!

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they're more than worthy of me. – miles 42 x reader

nobody ever has a perfect life, let alone a perfect love life, but when you were with miles, everything felt just right. he loved you with a love that wasn't overbearing or possessive, he gave you your space when you needed it and supported you from the sidelines in every endeavor you dared to try. you didn't stand out much though, really, you blended in quite well into the background. you were used to not being recognized or acknowledged immediately, and you were fine with it—though you were confused why recently, a few of your classmates were acting a little mean to you.

you never harbored any ill will towards these people—as far as you were concerned, you doubt that more than half of these kids would even remember your name. every time you approached a classmate of yours for a question, they'd immediately walk away the minute you walked over to them, others would ask you in sarcastic voices if you couldn't even do something so simple with a smile that tried to get you thinking they meant no harm when in reality, they wanted you away from them. you couldn't even pretend and think that they were just busy or being realistic—that you should be able to do something as simple as the question to an activity that you were stumped on, but you couldn't—this was because a lot of those classmates of yours adored miles.

they liked miles and having his attention on them, angry if anyone else were to get his attention away from them. before you entered the picture, they were all over him—devoted and loved him like a friend, some had loved him in more than just a friendly way, but none of his friends and admirers in your class took it very kindly when they noticed you and miles getting along a bit too well back then; when you two became a thing, everything just got worse. miles still hangs out with some of these people, though he doesn't consider them his friends—tonight, he'd be attending a party of theirs with ganke, with you opting to stay behind and catch up on school works.

late at night, as you were finishing up your studying session, you got a text from miles, asking you to come down and meet him by your front door. you got up from your chair and walked down to your front door, and there he was, battered and bruised in the face—looking into your eyes with hurting in them. you asked him in worried stammers about what happened to him, who did this to him, if he was even okay. you checked his face all over, and when you saw the backs of his hands, they were reddened and scarred, you couldn't tell if the blood was his or someone else's, because you knew this was no accident that happened to him—he got into a fight, a serious one.

"miles, what happened?" you asked him in a shuddering voice, with miles bringing his red, bloody knuckled hands to your shoulders and wrapped you in his arms. he didn't answer you quite yet as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, holding you tightly as his initial response. "how could they not accept that i love you?" he murmured as you gently placed your hands on his back, reciprocating his hug despite your confusion. "i... miles, what?" "ganke told me he heard a bunch of the guys at the party talking shit about you behind my back. i... i confronted them, asked them why they said what they said, but the last thing they wanted to do was cooperate and be honest. so i... i did some things i wasn't proud of. i'm sorry, i'm just so sick of people hurting you all for my sake–you deserve better, mi cielo..." he whispered as you pulled away from him, watching the tears form in his eyes as he frowned up at you amidst the cuts and bruises on his face.

you brought him into your house and sat him down on the couch, hurriedly getting him a first aid kit to treat his wounds. you wrapped his knuckles up in gauze, with him mindlessly following your hands with his gaze–him taking in all the gentle and softness of your touch. "i'm sorry, again, mi vida. i shouldn't... i should've handled it better." miles apologized to you again as you were tying up the gauze on his hand. "love..." you called out to him, placing your hand on top of his with concern and love filling your gaze. "i'm just glad you're alive and well. i wish you didn't have to get hurt or hurt anyone, but... i'm glad you love me enough to defend me like you did even though i wasn't there." you said in a quiet voice, smiling up at him with tears in your own eyes, matching the tears in his as he looked back at you and nodded, his lower lip quivering.

"i'd do it all again, and more, for you–mi cielo. i swear, you... you won't ever shed another tear... because of another person being an asshole to you–i can't not love you, cielo, i can't..." miles murmured with a cracking voice as he got more vulnerable. you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and held him close as he sobbed, muttering to you how he'd love you forever, that much would never change–no matter if the multiverse demanded you two cannot be, he'd make a world for just the two of you, even if everyone else would disagree.

tags !! @k4tsu3 @luvstarrstruck @toneystank-3000 @ii01vq @maxoloqy @popeheywardssecretgf @solecitoszn @onginlove @euphovlq @meowmoraless

[lesservillain]

— i. did you get what you deserve?

summary: the beginning.

cw: season 4 canon divergent, grumpy eddie, medical talks

an: this is a wayne heavy chapter, but i doubt anyone will complain.

Ringing. A very loud ringing. That’s all Eddie can hear.

Something’s pushing on his chest.

The ringing gets louder, until it peaks and starts to fade. Muffled voices all around him, and he can feel his body shifting. 

Then it shifts a lot. Ouch, that hurts.

Everything is dark. Or maybe his eyes are closed?

His eyes flutter a bit, but everything is blurry. 

There’s some yelling, but it’s too garbled in his ears to make out what’s being said.

It was dark one moment, then suddenly very bright. Like a flash directly in his eye. And then again. 

Everything hurts, he notices suddenly. But only because he feels it all slipping away. His body starts to float, suspended in black with a light just above him. Instinctively he swims towards it. It feels like warm sun rays on his cold, cold body.

When he hits the surface, everything starts to hurt again. His eyes open to a dimly lit room. Every part of his body feels heavy. Even moving his head is a challenge. There’s something next to him though, a presence that he can see out of his peripherals. He tries to call out, but there’s something in his mouth, his throat, obstructing his ability to talk. With all he can muster, he lets out a groan through his nose. Whatever is next to him shifts, moving quickly with a screech. 

“Ed? Ed, you awake son?!”

“I can help who’s next!”

Feet shuffling beneath you, you clutch your handbag close as you move through the bodies of your classmates. A handsome man about your age with a million dollar smile sits on the other side of the table. He looks at you expectantly as you take the hint, fumbling in your bag for your student ID.

“Sorry,” you mumble as he gives the card once over. He says your name and laughs when you respond with a yes?

“Thank you for coming,” he beams, “We’re happy to see so many people volunteering to help out.” He clicks his pen and copies your name down on a paper. You look him over as he does this. Thick, dark hair styled perfectly, with long lashes to match. His name is Sam, per the Hello my name is sticker on his shirt. He’s cute, you think.

“Yeah,” your tongue sticks to the roof of your mouth so it comes out weird. After licking your lips, you continue. “Our teacher told us we could get extra credit. I guess everyone could use it after our last test.”

Nursing school is hard. Even harder when you don’t know anyone in your class. A lot of the girls all went to the surrounding high schools and knew at least one other person in one of their classes. But that wasn’t the case for you.

“I’ve heard some of those classes you all take are no joke,” he laughs, flipping through a stack of papers next to him.” 

“I certainly wasn’t laughing.”

He stops his flipping, looking up at you through those thick lashes, his eyes creased at the corners from his smile.

“You’re not from around here, are you?”

The question catches you off guard. Was it that obvious?”

“N-no, I’m from up north.” You gesture upward, pointing above you.

“Like Canada?”

Now you’re smiling, “Try Anderson.”

“Oh, jeez,” he shakes his head, “That’s hardly north.”

“More north than here.”

“You got me there.” 

He pulls a small stack from his pile, sliding it across the table until it’s in front of you. You look down at it, immediately noticing that a large portion of the top page is blacked out by sharpie. Flipping it over, you see that the second page is pretty much the same, barely any information to be gathered at all from this “info” sheet.

“You look confused,” Sam says in a sarcastic tone.

“Um, just a little,” you sass him back, looking at him with a silent plea for answers.

“Okay, so, this guy here,” he points to the top of the page, finger just above the name Eddie Munson. “He’s not a very…popular guy around this area. I’ve been trying to get someone to take him as their case all morning and everyone’s turned him down.”

Your head tilts, eyes skimming over the paper as he talks. Under his name is an address in Hawkins, but most everything else is blacked out, even his age.

Still, even with the lack of knowledge you’ve hardly ever been one to turn someone down.

“Okay,” you say with a nod. 

“Okay?” Sam parrots back, shifting forward excitedly in his seat. 

“Yes, I’ll take him.”

“That’s great!” 

He grabs his pen and writes your name next to Mr.Munson’s on the paper, before sliding it into a white folder.

Sam pauses for a moment, a hand running through his hair as he looks around. “Hold on,” he says as he stands up, “let me find my lead and I’ll try and get you some more information on him.” He looks into your eyes, then up and down at you. Was he checking you out? Ugh, why did you have to be in your uniform right now?

You stand awkwardly as he leaves, taking the time to flatten the wrinkles in your dress and adjust your flossie. This school was one the only schools who hadn’t gotten with the times, still mandating the Nightingale uniform over scrubs for any female students. 

“Okay, so,” Sam tucks some papers into a red folder, “I wasn’t able to get anything too specific to tell you. I guess there’s a lot of hush hush going on with him right now. But, my lead did tell me I could give you this care packet. It’s all stuff you should know how to do, but it’ll give you a hint on what kind of care he’s going to need.”

You take the folder from him, opening it up to peak inside, only for him to place another paper with a card attached on top. 

“That paper is for the organization itself. You just have to have the patient or guardian sign when you go over there as proof to get your credit. Oh and,” he points to the card,” that’s my information. Feel free to call me if you, uh, have any questions.”

Suddenly, someone bumps into you. You close the folder quickly and turn around with wide eyes. 

“Sorry, sorry,” your classmate, Rhonda, apologizes with a wave of her hands as she keeps walking down the table. You breathe in, giving her a nod of acknowledgment before looking at Sam again. 

“Okay, um, thank you for everything,” you say, backing up from the table and making your exit. He calls out to you, but your ears are already starting to ring before you can even get to the double doors. 

Your feet carry you out of the building and into the hot August air. Sweat immediately beads at your hairline under the unforgiving sun, a most brutal summer that feels like it’s never going to end. 

You make a beeline for the parking lot, fumbling with your keys as you unlock your car and immediately begin rolling your windows down to try and let the non-existent breeze cool down your interior. Reaching inside you grab your pack of smokes and lighter from your middle console, lighting one up and feeling immediate relief as the smoke fills your lungs.

The drive to your friend's house is quiet other than the low tune of the radio playing. Tonya’s car isn’t in the driveway, and you say a silent thanks under your breath to have some time alone. You love Tonya, she’s been with you through everything, but you need some time to mentally decompress before dealing with her big personality.

After a quick shower and a bit of rummaging through the fridge for something quick to eat, you sit at the dining room table and start going through the red folder Sam gave to you. The top paper with the signature spots had a section on the top that you hadn’t noticed before where some information had been filled out. 

“The patient would like to be seen at…” You see a few time slots printed on the paper starting from 8 am ranging all the way to 5pm, the ladder being the time circled. You suddenly realize Sam never asked you what your availability was, or much of anything really. Not that you asked him anything either.

Five pm was pretty late in the day, and as you kept reading, you noticed that the next section asking for “frequency of visits” had Monday through Friday circled. 

This guy wants to be seen every day? You think to yourself. Maybe he doesn’t have anyone to cook for him or something.

Going through the different directional packets doesn’t make you feel much better. Information on post op care, wound disinfection, dressing changes--things you’ve done before, but not by yourself, and certainly not in someone’s home. 

Why do you do this to yourself?

The drive to Hawkins isn’t terrible. The “Welcome to Hell” didn’t do anything to settle your nerves, but you persisted.

A lot of closed roads lead you to take some detours, but you’d still be able to see how badly damaged the town was after the earthquake hit them. Businesses, houses, streets, all completely ruined by the way the ground split the town in fours.

You mustered up the courage to ask one of your classmates from here about what happened, and she told you that some serial killer tried to destroy the town by sacrificing teens to the devil. “Oh, okay,” was all you could give as a response. It was hard to tell if she was fucking with you or not, so you just decided to go and see Sam instead.

That turned out to not be a fruitful endeavor either. He seemed to dance around your questions, dodging them by asking you about yourself instead. You left with none of your questions answered other than a start date for your visitations.

The start day is today, a blazing hot Monday. You didn’t have time to change out of your uniform since your professor asked you to stay over to help clean up after labs, clock getting closer and closer to 5pm as you drive down this woodsy road.

A mailbox appears ahead with numbers that match the address given to you. You slow down and turn onto the gravel path, expecting to see a house as you do. Instead the drive continues into the woods, the thick lining of the surrounding trees blocking you from seeing past the brush even with full sun. The gravel crunches under your tires as you keep going down the path, following it up a slight incline before reaching a clearing. 

In the center of the clearing is a one story ranch style house, half brick and half light blue paneling. It has a covered front porch, bare except for a small table and a single chair,  an overflowing ashtray dead in the center. Well that’ll be good for you.

The house looked brand new, and completely out of place in the middle of the woods. It was almost creepy in the way it contrasts against the trees and dirt, no grass to be found. 

That's what it is, you realize. This house feels void of life.

You park your car next to an old gray pick up truck and sit there for a moment. Maybe you could smoke one more cigarette before going in. But what if they heard you coming and wonder why you’re taking so long?

“Fuck it,” you say to yourself, grabbing your supply bag and pushing open the car door. 

You keep your head down, watching the dirt stick to your black uniform shoes as you cross the yard to the front porch. You knock on the door, wiping your feet on the welcome mat as best as you could. A pair of dirty work boots sits just outside the door. 

There’s movement behind the door that makes your head snap up, taking in a deep breath as you wait for the door to open. A quiet pause is interrupted by the sounds of multiple locks being undone and the door pulling open just enough to make the chain lock taught. 

An older gentleman’s wrinkled face makes its appearance in the crack of the door, looking at you up and down. “Can I help you?” He has a slight southern drawl, voice a bit horse as if he had just woken up. 

“Y-yes,” you squak, “um, are you Mr.Munson?”

His eye narrows and you see his arm shift behind the wall. 

“Depends on who's askin.”

“I-I’m sorry, I’m here volunteering with Visiting Angels? I was-“

He cuts you off with your name, asking it as a confirmation of who you are. You nod, “Yes, that’s me!” He looks you up and down. He grunts, shifting a bit until the sound of something hitting the ground slightly catches your attention. 

The door closes slightly, and with a click opens fully to reveal the older man in his entirety, standing aside enough for you to walk in, but his eyes scan the area behind you suspiciously. 

“Come on in,” he says, closing the door behind you, “I honestly didn’t think anyone was gonna come.”

“Well, I don’t mind the drive,” you say with a tight smile. Mr.Munson stands in place as you let your eyes wander over the house. The smell of fresh paint filled your nostrils, and the new furniture and bare walls gave you the same creepy feeling as the outside of the house. As your eyes reach the front door, you suppress a physical reaction to the large shotgun leaning against the wall next to it. 

A deep sigh from the man has you turning to face him, his rough hand running over his face to the back of his head. “You don’t have any clue, do you?”

“I’m sorry?” You’re having a hard time hiding the nerves that are bubbling up in your chest, body entering fight or flight mode. 

“Shit, I’m sorry,” he says, walking away from you and plopping down in one of the recliners. He gestures to the couch, “Have a seat, I’ll try and explain.”

You hesitate. You’re right by the door, you don’t have to do this. This guy doesn’t seem like he needs any help anyway. Sam’s words about him not being very popular in this area come to the forefront of your mind and now your head is swirling with possibilities as to why. 

A small ringing from another part of the couch pulls you from your spiral. 

“Shit, hold on a second,” the man says as he rises back to his feet, “let me go see what he wants and I’ll be right back.” He walks past you and down the hall, leaving you by yourself. 

This is it. Just turn around now and leave. 

“Whatcha need, Ed?”

Your ears perk up. Was the man you were talking to not who you came here for? Maybe it’s his dad, and the man you’re talking to is just Eddie’s tired son who needs help taking care of him. But why would he call his own dad Ed? Maybe it’s an uncle or a family friend? He did say he was a Munson…

“Okay, let me whip something up for ya.”

The mystery Munson walks back down the hall, slowing down enough to talk as he walks by. “The boy’s hungry, can we talk in the kitchen while I heat him up somethin?”

“Oh, yeah, sure,” you say after a moment, following behind him into a large dining room/kitchen area. There’s a huge table in the center of the dining area that’s covered with boxes labeled with things like “dishes,” “salvaged photos,” “salvaged misc.” It all the sudden clicks for you.

“So, I’m not sure what all they told you,” the man starts, speaking with his back turned as he pulls some things from the fridge. 

“I was given a name and an andress,” you say almost playfully, letting some of the tension leave your body. 

“Should’a known,” he says, looking over his shoulder at you with a smile and a roll of his eyes. “I think its for legal purposes, they can't disclose much about my nephew or something like that. But, uh,” he nods his head to one of the bar chairs at the counter between the two of you, “I can.” 

And so he did. He told you about how a murderer had escaped from prison and snuck back to Hawkins, murdering teens and attempting to pin it on his nephew. The killer had killed a girl in their old trailer, right in front of Eddie, almost killing him, too. 

But, since no one had realized that the killer escaped, the whole town had believed it was Eddie the whole time. Four teens were killed, almost 5, and Eddie was brutally tortured before his friends were able to save him. 

“Oh, my god,” you gasp with a hand over your mouth. 

“I know,” the man, Wayne, says as he scoops the macaroni and cheese into a bowl. He opens a drawer and pulls out a spoon with a large, grippy handle that you recognized from your nurse shadowing. They’re normally used for people who’ve had strokes or other hand mobility issues. He shoves the spoon into the bowl and walks around the counter. 

“I guess I’ve talked about him enough, might as well meet him for yourself.”

You slid out of your seat and follow Wayne down the hall to the very end. He gives the door a knock before opening it with a quick “coming in!” 

Stepping in behind him, you see a large, mostly empty room with more new looking furniture and a few boxes in various places. In the center against the wall was a hospital bed with a large pull bar dangling above it. You were expecting to see someone laying in the bed, but were met with the sight of a lump of blankets and comforters instead. 

“Ed, food’s ready boy,” Wayne says as he pulls a bedside table from against the wall to the bed. “Got someone here for you to meet, too.”

The lump on the bed moves a bit, and for a brief moment you see a set of eyes and a few wild curls peek from under the covers. But, just as quickly as you see them, they’re hidden once again. 

“Ed—“

“No,” his muffled, strained voice calls from under the covers. 

“Boy, don’t do this. You know I can’t leave you alone when I go—“

“No!” The voice squeaks, followed by a harsh cough. Wayne sighs, setting the bowl down softly.

“Let me get him set up and I’ll, uh, meet you back out in the living room.”

“Oh, okay,” you say quickly, backing out of the room and closing the door behind you. You’re barely down the hall when you can hear some strained yelling coming from the last room at the end of the hall. 

You settle back in the kitchen where you can’t hear the conversation happening between the two men. You thought about dark and dull eyes that looked at you briefly, how even with only that small glance of him, Eddie looked tired. Just about as tired as his uncle, who rounded the corner a few minutes later. 

“I’m so sorry about him, he’s just a little weary about strangers,” the older man says walking over to the phone sitting on the wall, picking it up and dialing. 

“It’s okay, I can understand that.” You give him a small smile, which he tries to return, but is distracted as whoever he’s calling picks up on their end. 

“Hey, Chief, it’s Wayne—sorry, yeah, Jim. Listen, Ed’s new caretaker is here, but he’s throwing a bit of a fit about ‘er. Think you’d be able to come and sit with him f’r the night until we can try again tomorrow?”

Disappointment washes over you. Not that you weren’t used to rejection, but you’d hardly been able to even give a first impression. Maybe your uniform put him off? Gotta start keeping clothes in the car to change into from now on…

The phone clings as Wayne hangs it up, body relaxing as a slow breath leaves him. He looks over to you, rather looking through you for a moment before clearing his throat.

“Little miss, can I be frank with you?”

“It’s the uniform isn’t it?”

Wayne barks out a laugh, and you chuckle even though your inquiry was serious. “No, no--well, maybe a little.”

“I knew it,” you rest your forehead in the palm of your hand.

“It’s fine, you don’t have to wear it when you’re here. S’long as you’re decent I don’t really care what you wear here to be honest. But, I did want to talk to you more about what we’re actually needing here.”

You look up at him, head tilting to the side in confusion. Several questions sit on the tip of your tongue, but you chose to just nod for him to continue.

“Okay. So, uh, I’ve been off work this whole time. Since March. I’ve been with the plant for a long time and my boss’s took a lotta pity on me with everything that’s going on. But…well that time is running out, and I can’t rely on anyone else to keep these bills paid, ya know?”

“Yes, yeah, I totally get that. Broke college kid here.”

“Right,” he chuckles. “So, I gotta go back to work. Tonight, actually, and, uh, I know this is short notice, but I need someone to stay here…while I’m at work.”

Your eyes go wide. “Oh, you wanted me to be, like, an overnight caretaker?”

“Yeah, I just, ya see with everything I told you about what happened, I couldn’t get anyone to come out and take care of him. Either they couldn’t pass a background check or once they realized who he was…So the Visiting Angel’s place was my last ditch effort to try and get someone in here. They said that it would be free if we went through the volunteer program, and that even though y’all are students that you’d still be able to help--But I understand if you can’t. You probably got a job and a family and a boyfrie--”

“I’ll do it.” The words fly out of your mouth without much thinking. But this poor man in front of you has been through hell with his nephew and how can you say no to him?

“Wait, really?” It’s his turn for his eyes to bug out, hardly able to believe what he’s hearing.

“Yeah, sure, I don’t mind. What time do you need me to be here?”

Wayne’s face softens, head hanging low like he still can’t wrap his head around your words. “Well, uh,” he starts, “I gotta leave here ‘round 6:30 and I work til about 5 am give or take depending on the night crew. If you'd be here about 6 or quarter after, that would be just fine. I don’t know how to cook much, but I could try and whip ya up something when I make Ed’s dinner, and you could work on yer school or watch tv or whatever girls your age like to do.”

“I’m plenty content to just work on school or watch tv,” you assure him.

“Good, good,” he says with a nod, turning to look into the living room. “We don’t got a bed in the third bedroom yet, so you’ll have to sleep on the couch until I can find the time to go and get one. Am I gonna have’ta talk to your parents or anything about why you’re not coming home during the week or anything?”

“What? Oh, no, no,” you wave your hands at his question, “Not unless you know how to talk to the dead.”

“Ah, shit, sorry,” Wayne cringes, hand running through his barely there hair. 

“It’s okay, you didn’t know,” you say as you stand from your chair, “I will have to figure out how to tell my roommate. I don’t think she would like it if I told her that I was staying the night with a guy who was acquitted for murder.” 

Oops. You bite your tongue between your teeth, wishing you could take the last bit of that sentence back. But Wayne’s laugh makes you feel less bad.

“Trust me, if I was in your roommates shoes I wouldn’t be too happy either.”

The ring of Eddie’s bell echoes down the hall again, pulling both of your attention to the sound. 

“Better let me go myself. Don’t want to upset him again tonight. Why don’t you go head and head home and in the meantime I’ll talk to him. Try again tomorrow. How’s that sound?”

“Sounds like a plan!”

“Good,” Wayne says, walking you to the door. He lets you out with a goodbye, the closing of the front door being followed by the sounds of locks being put back in their place.

The drive home was quiet, but your head was swirling with thoughts. Your brain goes back and forth on the situation you just got yourself into.

Instead of focusing on the negatives, you decide to make a list in your mind of things you’d need to bring with you to stay the night; a toothbrush, deodorant, your own pillow and blanket—would they let you take a shower there? Hopefully so, since some days you’re going to have to come over straight from work or class. So add shampoo and conditioner. Probably body wash, too. You doubt that two men living together use anything other than head and shoulders.

You cringe when you think about using feminine products while there. Maybe you’d just keep them in your bag and grab them as you need them. It wouldn’t hurt to bring an extra towel in case you need to put it under you while you sleep. 

Going through your mental checklist helps make the drive go by. Before you know it, you’re turning onto your street, where, surprise, surprise, Tonya’s boyfriend is once again parked in your spot in the driveway. You park on the street with a huff, thinking of all the things you want to say, but know you ultimately wont, not being one for confrontation.

“Hey, girl,” Tonya calls out from the couch. The smell of delicious food filling the whole house, so you know Charles must be cooking. “Go get a plate, Charlie just finished cooking.”

“I’m good, I grabbed something while I was out.” A lie, but you’d rather retreat to your room until Charles left. You’ve never been a fan of him and his pompous, know it all attitude. It was just better if you kept your interactions with him to a minimum rather than having to pretend he doesn’t get on your nerves. 

It was a few hours later, nearing 10 pm when you finally heard Tonya shut the front door, signaling that it was safe to leave. She was cleaning up Charle’s mess in the kitchen when you walked out from your room. 

“Hey,” you said quietly, keeping a comment about cleaning up after a child to yourself.

“I was wondering when you were going to come out,” she teases. “Thought I was gonna have to slip you a plate under your door.”

“Ha, ha,” you deadpan, opening the fridge to pull out leftovers from the weekend. 

“So why’d you come home so late today?”

The calendar with both of your schedules scribbled in stared you in the face as you closed the refrigerator door. You weren’t a very social person, usually just coming straight home from school or work. And even though Tonya was a very chill person 99% of the time, that wasn’t the case when it came to you. 

“I, uh…” you stuttered. You had the whole drive home and you forgot to think about what you’d tell her. If she knew the truth, she’d flip her lid and talk you out of it. You could try to lie, but there’s no way she’d believe you if you told her you were staying with a new guy that you’d never talked about or that you were helping out another friend she knows you don’t have. 

“I had a job interview!” It was the only sensible thing you could think of that may be somewhat convincing to her. “For a…nursing home. As a nurse's assistant.”

“Woah, really?” Tonya sets her cup on the counter, jaw dropped in excitement. “Omg, okay, how did it go? Are they going to have you do another interview? Details, girl, details!”

“Okay, okay,” you laugh, putting out your hands to keep her from shaking you. You wrack your brain, trying to come up with a story on the spot. “It’s a newer nursing home…very small. Um, I would be able to do some of my nursing stuff under supervision of a nurse. And…it’s overnights—“

“Hold on, overnights?” Tonya interruptus, “Girl, that’s a lot with your school schedule.”

“Oh, um, I know, but its super casual and I can sleep in the afternoon when I get out of class or after work—“

“Wait, you’re not quitting CoffeeHouse?”

Shit.

“Ah, about that, um, I’m…still going to try and work there, just in case. Like if this doesn’t work out.” 

Tonya eyes you, making your hands feel sweaty under her scrutinizing gaze. “I don’t understand,” she states with a concerned tone. 

“What do you mean?”

“Why do you need to have two jobs? You don’t pay rent, Charlie cooks for all of us a couple times a week. I take care of the bills—“

“I feel guilty,” you blurt out, feeling actually guilty when you see her face contort with sadness. 

“No, babes, I told you that I didn’t want your money. I want you to focus on something for you for once.”

“This is for me though. It’s a chance to actually get a more authentic experience in my field, and — and I can’t just take and take from you forever.”

Tonya lunges forward, enveloping you in her arms. “Why noooooot,” she wines, fake crying into your shoulder, “just let me take care you, baby giiiiiirl.”

“Stooooooooop,” you cry back, “I’m an independent woman who don’t need no man, remember? I believe you’re the one who told me that.”

“Right, no man. But you do need me!” She pulls back flashing her picture perfect smile at you that has had guys folding for her since middle school. 

“You’re right,” you sigh in faux defeat, “if only I was enough for you…”

“Oh my gooooood, just get over your hang ups and learn to love him. He’s really not that bad.”

“I don’t know what you see in him.”

“Not like you have room to talk.”

You gasp, putting on a dramatic display at her poking at your taste in men. 

“Don’t even try it,” she flicks your forehead. “When you find a guy that’s not totally batshit, then come talk to me.”

“I can’t help that I attract the crazies.”

After a few more white lies and half truths, the conversation shifts to other topics, including that of a retreat that Charles is planning for the two of them for their one year anniversary. Eventually you wind down and head to your room, making sure to check the locks on the door and windows on the way. 

thank you for reading.

[yallthemwitches]

A Matter of Fairness

James' Quidditch match is derailed by a very distracting Head Girl. (NSFW, oneshot) AO3 Link Here

The fall air swept through the open doors of the castle and ruffled at James’ hair. He shifted his stance anxiously. Squinting to look out the doors of the main hall, he could see huddled classmates in bursts of gold and red intermingling with the color of autumn leaves. He did a quick scan of each face, but was unsuccessful at finding a particular redhead within the crowd. 

A finger reached out and poked his cheek, making a twisting indentation into his skin. 

“You always make the same dopey face when you are thinking about Lily, you know that right?” Marlene pulled back her finger before poking him harder. James swatted at her hand which she dodged.

“Come off it. I was just—focusing.” Marlene snorted and shifted her broom to her other shoulder. 

“Focusing on the thought of Lily’s fanny, is more like it.”  Before James could retort, Marlene swung her broom to give his backside a soft pat. 

She wasn’t wrong. But still, he didn’t like being called out for it. 

“Get your head in the game, captain,” Marlene called, now walking towards the double doors towards the quidditch pitch. 

He knew Marlene was right, but he couldn’t help himself. He thought of how they woke up this morning: Lily wrapped in his arms with her hair fanned out on the pillow. The feel of her breasts pushing into him as her chest rose and fell in sleep. She fit perfectly into him: into his life, his body—he felt like an utter lunatic even wanting more of her still. Just the thought of her brought a fire into his chest.

“Hey Captain.”

And there she was. It seemed like ever since they had officially begun dating, Lily had the capability to stop time. The world fell away around her and she pulled him in like a force of gravity. It felt completely supernatural— he hoped the sensation would never go away. 

She stood in front of him now, face beaming. Her fringe slightly windswept from the crisp breeze. She stood on her tiptoes and placed a gentle kiss on his bottom lip, making him hum in approval.

“I thought you wouldn’t make it.” He placed his hands on either side of the crest of her neck and gently stroked her pressure point with his thumb. 

“You have so little faith in me?” She made a small pout and James was filled with the urge to kiss it away. He succumbed to the desire.

Mid-snog James opened his eyes to see Marlene and the rest of the marauders just a little ways off. Sirius shook his head in defeat while both him and Marlene made dramatic hand gestures. James could hear Marlene yell a sarcastic good luck before Sirius bounded in their direction. James groaned into Lily’s mouth.

 “We are about to be interrupted,” he breathed into her ear before nibbling at her earlobe. She leaned into his mouth. 

“Well, you’re going to keep kissing me.” He couldn’t argue with that. 

“Oi, you two! Just because you have some bloody daily shagging quota to fill doesn’t mean you have to do it in public.”

Lily pulled back from James and dramatically gasped. 

“Oh no! I forgot about the quota. James we are so behind, maybe you need to miss the Quidditch match…”

He knew she was just taking the piss out of Sirius, but it was a very enticing idea. Sirius used his shoulder to push his way in between Lily and James, despite Lily’s attempts to keep her arms firmly wrapped around his neck.

“Now you two be good Head Boy and Girl and stop dry humping in front of the student body.”

Lily took a step back with her hands up. “Alright alright, Chill out. I’ll let him go, just let me say one last thing to him. I promise I won’t get carried away.”

Sirius narrowed his eyes but stepped back. James couldn’t see Lily’s face, but whatever her expression, Sirius raised his eyebrows in response and gave a small smirk before walking away.

“You haven’t even said anything about my outfit.” James whipped his head back to Lily who had stepped back enough for him to fully see her. His extra quidditch jersey had been charmed to fit her better and her corduroy skirt hit higher than any Hogwarts uniform policy would allow. 

“Thief,” he accused, while the gravitational pull started again. Before he was even aware his arms were back around her and reaching for her bum. Lily laughed and smacked at his arms, which pulled her closer. 

“I nicked it off the ground in your dorm this morning.”

“I would have just given it to you.” His face was hovering dangerously close to hers again. The memory of the impending quidditch match started to fog and the vision of just hours before, laying tangled together in his bed flashed through his mind. 

“That would’ve ruined the surprise.” Lily chuckled. “And that’s not all,” she leaned in to breathe into his ear, making him shudder. I have a little lucky charm for you too.”

She pushed James off her to gain room to reach into her bag. Close-fisted, she pulled James’ hand between them and placed the soft ball of lace inside his open palm. 

His whole world zoomed into the knickers that now slowly unraveled themselves in his hand. 

“You’re joking.” He croaked. 

“I’m not.”

“You mean there’s nothing–”

“There’s nothing on underneath this no.” 

“Christ Evans.”

James could feel his head nodding, though his heartbeat felt like an oncoming earthquake.

“Merlin, how am I supposed to play with this knowledge—with you—-” he couldn’t even finish his sentence. From beyond, he could hear a roar of cheers coming from the stadium. They were running out of time. 

“I’m sure you’ll figure it out,” Lily smirked, starting to back up towards the door. “Just keep your eyes on the prize.” She turned and sauntered off. James breathed a string of expletives into the air, still hovering his hand with her knickers dangling from them. 

XXX

The game went as expected—meaning completely derailed. James tried to position himself on the Ravenclaw side of the stadium as much as possible, but it wasn’t a sure bet. Every time he followed the quaffle’s movements into Gryffindor territory, the vision of Lily appeared: front row sandwiched between Remus and Sirius, leaning forward over the front railing in anxious anticipation of the game. She might have not even meant to tease him in such a way, but just the sight alone of her body bent forward; back arched just so slightly, pulled his focus completely off the field and into every dark corridor he could find for them once the game ended. In the pocket of his quidditch kit, he could feel the knicker’s presence burning into his thigh.

It was the most undeserving win he had ever experienced, and if he was being honest, he didn’t care. 

After the game, the Gryffindor house rushed the pitch in a celebratory mass. James seemed to part through it in a daze on his mission to find her. Thankfully, he didn’t have to look far. 

Rushing toward him, she wrapped her arms around him into an embrace and he picked her up off the ground.

“You played like rubbish,” she teased into his ear. 

“And whose fault is that,” he growled back, putting her back on the ground and smashing their lips together. 

“We need to leave. Now.” He gasped out and Lily pulled back to laugh. 

“What? And take Mr. Quidditch Captain away from his afterparty—what kind of monster do you think I am?” Her eyes sparked and she wiggled her eyebrows. Surely she’s not being serious. 

“Evans—” James warned.

“Potter,” she taunted back. He pulled her back against him, forcing one of her legs to wedge between his own so that she could feel his arousal against her lower half.

“I’m going mad Lily. I’ve been like this since before the game—knowing that you—it's not fair…”

Lily laughed again and ran a hand through the hair on the nape of his neck while the other snaked its way between them to run a finger over the pants of his ever growing erection. He let out a ragged expletive and darted his eyes around the crowd, praying to Merlin that no one was watching them close enough. 

“You still haven’t convinced me you deserve it.”

“I’ll do whatever you want.” He blurted it out with no hesitation. At this current moment, with her knickers in his pocket and her hand on him in public, hell, he would even beg. 

Lily pulled her hand back up and rubbed a thumb over his lips. He caught it with a nip of his teeth and her eyes darkened. 

“Enjoy the after party…have a few drinks…mingle with your team…then if you are good I might let you shag me.”

James closed his eyes and hummed, his erection nowhere near dissipating.

“What constitutes as good?”

Lily pursed her lips for a moment. “Hmmm. I guess I’ll figure that out as I go.”

James’ hand tried its luck at toying with the edges of her skirt, but Lily swiftly knocked it away and turned to follow the crowd back to the castle. 

“Oh and James–” she had turned to call back to him. “Don’t change out of your quidditch kit.”

As she turned and continued away, James buried his face in his hands and let out a groan. 

“Ayo, looking alive Prongs.”

Before he could look up from his hands, Sirius landed a slap right on his groin, forcing his knees to almost buckle in pain. 

“Bloody Fuck, Pads—that hurt.” James was doubled over at the waist and heaving air into his lungs.

“You've been like that this whole time? No wonder you played like shit.” 

“Thanks mate.” James finally mustered up the energy to right himself. 

“So what? Is this some weird new kink you lot are trying out?”

James gave him a pointed look. “If it is, I did not consent to it.”

“Oh, so she’s torturing you then—Merlin, love how that girl thinks.”

It hadn’t occurred to James that she could have a motive. He racked his brain and his eyes grew wide. 

“Oh, god I think I know why.”

“Do I want to know—actually yeah, tell me.”

It was flashing past James' memory now. The History of Magic class. His hand sliding up her skirt. The noise she made when his hand reached the very center of her; still wet from the quick shag that they had only hours earlier….

“You really want me to tell you?” James cautioned. 

“Well…tell me like you would tell it to your Grandpa Henry.” 

James sighed. “Well during History of Magic the other day I might have—I might have let my hand wander in her…private area.”

Sirius let out a barking laugh. “Jesus you would say that to your Grandpa? That’s pretty fucked up, mate.” James just closed his eyes and pressed his fingers to his temples. 

“Sirius—I’m really not—”

“Oh, I’m messing with you. C’mon, you might as well get it over with—whatever she’s up to….please don’t tell me though because I’d rather not be an accessory to this.”

When they reached the Gryffindor tower, there was already music pounding and drinks being doled out into the crowd. James scanned the room to find Lily sitting on the hearth of the fireplace amongst her girlfriends. She spied him in the doorway and uncrossed her legs, giving her knees a teasing sway before turning to continue listening to the conversation. 

Fuck fuck fuck. 

He had to reconsider his tactic. He wasn’t going to get far just letting her torture him for the duration of the night. He needed to get on the offensive. 

James grabbed a drink from the table of refreshments and sauntered up to Lily, who had been abandoned by her friends. She blinked her eyes at him, and smiled; pretending like his presence was a surprise. 

“Welcome to the party Mr. Quidditch Captain,” she grinned at him while patting the empty space next to her. He sat down and instinctively wrapped his arm around her waist, letting his hand tuck slightly into the waistband of her skirt. It was quiet, but he could hear her breath hitch. 

James leaned in and let his teeth graze her earlobe. Under his hand, he could feel her shift a bit. 

“What do you want? I’m dying here.” So much for being on the offensive. Just the proximity of her body alone made all of his morals crumble. 

Lily laughed and placed a hand on his cheek, turning his head and placing a kiss on the pressure point just above his jaw. 

“What are you going to do, Potter? Shag me right here?” She pulled away far enough to look at his lips with a dark expression. She was not very far from breaking either. 

“I would—oh Merlin I would—if that wouldn’t be so frowned upon seeing as we are Head Boy and Girl ...and that shagging in public settings is generally frowned upon.”

James placed his hand on her side and grasped at the bottom edge of her skirt. Lily hummed in approval.

“Do I need to beg? I’ll get on my knees even-–make a whole show of it.”  Lily’s laugh tinkled in his ear. She turned her body to face him directly. Her eyes were deep and fogged.

“What I want is for us to leave this party, find a nice quiet place all to ourselves, and for you to fuck me harder than you ever have.”

James saw stars. If he wasn’t hard before, he definitely was now. He didn’t even wait to respond, rather grabbing her by the waist and pulling her up onto her feet. 

“James–” Lily cautioned. There was no finesse to his movements. He didn’t even care that the whole crowd would know exactly where they were stealing off to. He kept his arm around her waist and maneuvered her towards the portrait hole. 

The second the party disappeared behind the portrait again, he dropped to his knees. Using one hand to push her up against the stone wall of the corridor, he gave no preamble to reach underneath her skirt and discover that she had been telling the truth all along. 

He swore under his breath and not wasting a single second longer, slipped a finger inside her. She made a squeal and bucked her hips up into the air. She clawed her hands at the wall behind her.

“James–ah—someone could—” But he didn’t care. He slipped another finger inside her and curled them together in a learned pattern that he knew would make her writhe underneath him. He gave her one last glance, before dipping his head underneath her skirt, finally finding the reward he had been wanting since before his match. 

He lapped at her folds, causing her to grasp at his hair, pushing his tongue farther into her. She began making small breathy noises and they urged him on. He loved that when she was writhing under him, the cadence of her voice changed, it felt more real—like he was pulling out the very core of her spirit in those moments. 

If Lily cared that they were still in a very public corridor, she was no longer showing it. She kept her hands tightly wound in his hair and bucked her hips up to aid in the rhythm of his work. He started to feel her quiver under his tongue—a sure sign that her release was near, and withdrew himself from her. 

An exasperated cry leaked from her mouth, but James stood and pressed his mouth on hers to silence it. His tongue and lips still tasted of her, and she flicked her tongue over his bottom lip to bring attention to that knowledge. 

“No fair.” She mouthed out—her voice sounded ragged and thin. 

“Evans, don’t talk to me about fair.” He took her hand and pulled her down the corridor. He felt like an insatiable animal—he had already felt like one even before this torturous day, but now the feeling was threefold. 

They clamored down the tower until they reached a small study room. James slammed the door shut behind them and immediately turned on Lily. She clawed off his jersey and began kissing down his chest toward his pant line. 

“No.” He growled, pulling her back up from her descent and pushed her back on one of the wooden tables. She lifted her legs and he could see right up her skirt to where he had tasted her just minutes before. 

Ripping at the snaps on her skirt, the fabric fell off easily in one swift movement. Lily perched herself up on her elbows and pouted, watching James remove his glasses and start unweaving the drawstrings of his quidditch trousers. 

“Let me go down on you—I want to taste you.” James abandoned his work on his pants for a moment and pressed his thumb to her clit, circling it with mild pressure. 

“I played by your rules today—it's my turn.” He ripped off his pants and stepped away from them. His cock sprung up in the moment of its release and he used one hand to stroke it softly as he continued moving his thumb on her clit. Lily’s eyes darkened further at the sight of his body; her lips began to quiver and she reached a hand out to him. 

He lurched forward. Standing over her from her lounged position on the table. Lifting one of her thighs up to his shoulder blade, he leaned forward and entered her. Lily let out a loud oh, and tried to move one hand to rub her clit. James grabbed both her hands and pinned them over her head, using the momentum of his thrusts to keep her below him. Looking down, her eyes glittered; blown-out and staring as he continued to pump.

Despite the quick, deep successions of his movement, the dominant demeanor James had been trying to carry was slipping away with every thrust. Instead, the pleasure from being inside her was overriding and making him slip into a trance that only her body could conjure. Lily continued to make whimpering noises unconsciously, sometimes peppering in his name or a muggle expletive.

“James—deeper.”

He sucked in a breath and obliged, lifting her hips even higher off the table and making his thrusts more sharp. The table rocked and a noise of splintering wood came from some unknown source. The table could break, someone could hear them— or worse walk in—but neither of them cared. They were both completely lost in the void of each other. 

Lily's breath turned ragged and James pushed his tongue into her mouth, letting her moan straight into him rather than letting her sounds disappear into the air. He felt her body start to contract, but he didn’t let up. 

“James—I’m going to.” He didn’t let her finish the thought. He pulled himself out of her and before she could object, flipped her over so her cheek was pressing into the tabletop and her arse was arched into the air. He grabbed hold of her hips and made one quick thrust deep into her and she let out a gasp. He watched her hands grab at the sides of the table. 

“Come for me Lily. I want to feel it. You feel so good—god so fucking perfect—that’s it baby.” 

She opened her eyes and looked up at him from the tabletop. Her mouth opened to say something, but he watched as her pupils dilated and then softened. Around his cock, he could feel the rush of her release and she screamed out his name all while not breaking his gaze.

After she was done, her body sagged for a moment on the tabletop, before regaining the strength to sit up. Her lips were swollen and her breasts were erect and heaving with the aftershock of her orgasm. 

James pulled himself out of her, and she pulled at his neck to kiss him, taking his lower lip in between hers to suckle on it. 

“Ok, my turn to be in charge.” She sank to her knees in front of him and grabbed the base of his cock in one hand. James let out a hiss—he was already dangerously close. She had gone down on him many times before, but not after having been inside her. He watched as she regarded her own release that covered his cock. Hovering her mouth over his tip, she paused her lips to look up at him.

“Thank you.” She took a long lick over his tip, then down his length. James let out a strangled cry; it was now his turn to weave his hands into her hair. 

She bobbed her head up and down his length, using her tongue to flick over his tip. She licked off all of her own moisture before removing her mouth from him to sit back on her heels. 

James’ eyes were unfocused and far gone. He watched as she licked her lips and continued to use her hand to pump him. 

“Thank you,” she repeated. ”I’ve never really tasted my come before–not like that. It’s good.” 

James' body felt electrified—her words seeping into him as she put him back in her mouth and steadily continued to suck. He dared not to close his eyes as he watched his cock disappear and reappear from her mouth—her tits bouncing as she leaned forward and backward. He never wanted it to end, but the pressure was mounting, and beyond his vision sparks of light were appearing. 

“Lily, I’m gonna come. If you don’t want to —” but she latched onto his hips and held him in place as she continued letting him gently thrust in and out of her mouth. She unlatched her mouth just long enough to call out to him.

“I want to taste you. Please.”

 Sparks flew behind his eyes. He released within her mouth and she held his hips to keep pumping while he could feel her mouth fill. She swallowed with each thrust, until he slouched back on a table and removed himself from her. Lily sat back and wiped her mouth before standing to lean her body against his. 

“You didn’t have to do that.” James huffed at her, still out of breath and reeling from his orgasm. 

“I wanted to. I liked it.” James leaned back his head and groaned. 

“You're perfect, Lils. You know that? Maddening, but perfect.”

James gave her a lazy grin and kissed her softly. 

“I’m so stupidly in love with you. You could muck up all of my matches if this is what I get in return.”

Lily giggled and kissed the side of his mouth. 

“I love you too—If you only knew how wet I’ve gotten from all of your matches since the 5th year. “

James let out a groan and tossed his head back. 

“Lily–please. You can’t just say that and—” 

But Lily was already on it. She grabbed his head and kissed him deeper. Then deeper still and the whole world disappeared again.

[hogwartsandhawkins]

Prove Me Wrong

Chapter 18: Happy New Year, Billy

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Summary: Jess cleans up Billy after the fight Word Count: 2.3k Warnings: Mentions of blood, bruising, fighting, etc. That's really it since it's a shorter one. As always if I missed anything let me know. an: Sorry for being gone so long! I've been busy with school and also starting a business with a friend! Things are going great now though, the storm has passed and now I have LOTS of free time.

They arrived at Benny’s quickly, too quickly for Billy’s liking, who made sure to keep his left hand somewhere on Jess’s lap, occasionally tracing small circles on her covered skin with his thumb, his right hand secured on her hip, ensuring she had enough support to sit comfortably.  Patrick opened the passenger door as soon as Steve parked the vehicle, seemingly eager to get in and attempt to fix up his face, hoping out loud that some of their classmates who decided to come here instead of Tina’s brought ice that he could place on his bruised eye. Patrick struggled with the front seat at first, Billy not too eager to help him. When he finally got it to fold forward, he outstretched his hand for Jess to take, helping her out of the car. When he looked down, he noticed he had grabbed her bruised wrist and quickly released it, looking past her and at Billy. 

“It doesn’t even hurt anymore,” she reassured him. 

“If I find some ice in there, I’ll grab ya some,” Patrick offered, turning away from her to head inside. 

Jess looked around the cracked parking lot, surprised to see maybe a dozen cars parked outside, wondering who was all there. She was even more surprised when she watched another car pull up beside Billy’s, two boys she recognized from the football team leaving it. As the two passed their group, one turned to Billy, nodding his head with approval. “Nice slam, Hargrove.” Billy only nodded back, not looking as proud as Jess expected him to.

“Yeah, I helped!” Steve called out sarcastically, mumbling after, “Just in case anyone forgot.” He was ignored, however, as the two boys quickly followed behind Patrick. He held onto his nose as he made his way next to Jess, the sound that could be described as a congested sigh escaping his throat. “Just my luck, my nose is fucked, again.” He then gave Billy an annoyed glance before turning his attention to Jess. What blood remained was dry, causing him to itch at the skin, which Jess quickly stopped. 

“You’re gonna make it worse,” she reasoned, moving his hand away from his face. 

“Can’t get much worse than this…” Steve groaned, remembering their earlier conversation at dinner. “I told you. One more punch to the nose and-”

“Don’t you worry, Harrington, you’re still as pretty as ever,” Billy interrupted. He stuffed his hands in his pockets as he looked over at the old restaurant. “Forgot how much of a dump this place is.” 

The trio began walking toward the front, Billy ensuring Jess was a few steps ahead of him until they reached the door. Steve was the first through, leaving it open for Billy to palm, allowing Jess entry next before he followed close behind. It was decently crowded as there were now more of their peers here than just the basketball and cheer team. Jess had only been here once after it became this, the get-together here making her uneasy. It was strange seeing this place in its current state. 

She had remembered her father taking her here when she was only six, not caring about the thirty-minute drive. He would always tell her about this place. This town. How he grew up here. How he was waiting for when he could afford to move their family back here in Hawkins. It was nothing special when she first ate here. It was very plain on the inside. The seat was too tall and her legs were numb when she was done with her food. But she remembers the strawberry milkshake and the man who handed it to her. 

It was no longer plain inside. LEDs were tacked into the ceiling lazily, dirty furniture dragged inside from the streets. Random, colorful lamps were plugged into extension cords leading somewhere outside, some with intact shades. Jess looked over the new banners that were hanging from the walls, which she figured were covering the holes made by the teenagers who frequented the abandoned building. 

She watched Patrick make his way over to the three, being sure to throw an empty can through the hoop mounted to the wall above the TV before he reached them. He had a few bags of ice in his hand, handing one to each of them. “They gotta decent amount of it if ya need more. Jason and Chrissy are in the bathroom.” He then left as quickly as he came, obviously not ready for his night to end yet. 

Billy held the ice in his hand briefly before handing it over to Steve. “Need it more than I do, stud.” 

“Shut up…” Steve took the bag anyway, pressing both bags against his face. “Help me get this shit off my face will ya?” He gestured at his nose as he looked down at Jess. 

She nodded as she helped him to the bathroom door, Billy right behind them. She knocked quietly. “Hey… you guys still in there?” Jason opened the door soon after, his nose completely clear. His shirt however was not. 

“Shit… my mom is gonna kill me…” He looked down at his very stained polo. 

“Maybe you can go upstairs and change without her knowing?” Chrissy offered, still scrubbing over it with a wet paper towel. She then looked up, noticing Steve’s bruised and blood-crusted nose. “Here, we’ll get out of your way.” The couple squeezed passed Steve and Jess, the small bathroom now free. 

Steve entered first, looking back at Jess who hesitated, looking over her shoulder at Billy. Billy knew he couldn’t go in with them. One, that would be awkward as shit. And two, there was barely any room in there for two people, let alone three. “I’ll be out there,” He gestured vaguely at the large group. 

“Don’t go too far, you’re next,” Jess motioned at his lip. He smiled softly down, nodding as he backed away. His eyes held a hint of sadness, but Jess shook it off as she turned away, walking into the bathroom before closing the door. 

“So,” Steve started, looking at the wall to where the mirror would have been if it weren’t smashed to pieces months ago. Jess rolled her eyes, already knowing where this conversation was going. She made her way to the strangely clean toilet, picking up one of the gallons of water that was meant for the water tank. She placed her bag of ice on the windowsill, ignoring Steve’s attempt to start an awkward conversation.  

“I don’t think this is sanitary…” Jess examined the water in the plastic container, scrutinizing it before looking back at Steve. “You want this on your face?”

Steve then tossed his own bags of ice in the sink, reaching into his pocket, and pulled out a prefilled water bottle. He tossed it so fast that Jess nearly failed to catch it, bouncing it between her hands before securing it in both. “Don’t change the subject.” “What subject?”

“You heard that shit too, right?”

Jess froze, staring at the water bottle to hide her embarrassment. “Heard what…” Jess had a suspicion she knew what he was talking about. The words were still engraved in her mind, the sound of Billy’s menacing voice ringing in her ears. 

You wanna explain why you’re touching my girl?

The memory made her heart stutter as she replayed it. Did Steve hear it too? If so, then she wasn’t hearing things? He actually said it?

“C’mon, don’t play dumb,” Steve ordered, grabbing one of the many paper towel rolls and tearing a large share of what was left away. When Jess didn’t say anything back, he sighed, handing the paper towels to her so she could drench them. “Too bad that asshole ruined your night, you and Hargrove could’ve been makin’ out by n-“

“Knock it off, Harrington. You know that was not happening.”

“Oh damn, Harrington now, huh? Struck a nerve did I?” Jess dumped water haphazardly onto the paper towels, pressing against his face harshly as she swiped away some dried-up blood. Steve hissed. “Easy, Jesus Christ, I was kidding.” Jess began cleaning him with more care, making sure to wipe inside his nose as well. 

“It’s not broken…” she mumbled as she inspected it more. “Those dudes definitely got a good hit in though.” 

“You’re changing the subject again,” He responded in a sing-song voice, trying to get her to look at him. 

“Steve, what is there to say? It wasn’t going to happen. It’s never going to happen.”

“Do you want it to happen?”

“No!”

“I get being friends with him, okay, I get it. But remember what we talked about-“

“I know, Steve.” 

“Do you?” Steve challenged, his eyebrows raising as she let out an irritated huff. He let his shoulders drop, trying to relax. “You trust him?” His voice was softer than it had been the entire conversation, his question seeming genuine to her. This finally caused her to return eye contact, her mind trying to register the intent behind it. 

“I… yeah…” 

Steve nodded in recognition, looking past her as he responded. “All of a sudden, huh?” Jess only shook her head, not yet able to respond before Steve spoke up again. “The last time we went to Carol’s, and you were drunk… You defended him all the way home. Said it wasn’t all bad in there. How do you know that?”

“I took the time to look in there.”  “And what if you’re wrong?”

“Then I’m wrong,” she spoke without hesitation. “You act like you’ve never been wrong about someone…”

“Low blow, kid,” He responded softly when he realized who she was referring to. 

“Sorry…” “It’s fine, you got me,” He sighed, sounding less congested than earlier. He felt around his nose with his hand, looking for any traces of blood. “How bad does it look?”

Jess smiled up at him, taking his jaw in between her palms and adjusting him to look more carefully. “Honestly, not too bad, little bruised. But the blood’s gone.” 

“You want me to bring him in?” The question is again soft, genuine, taking Jess off guard.  “You’re okay with that?”  “I know I’m not wrong about him,” He sighs, readjusting his eyes as he feels the night catching up to him, “I’m just hoping you see it eventually too. And when you do… I’ll be here. Like you were.” 

Jess only nods, considering his words. 

Steve smirks, turning to leave the bathroom. “I’ll let him know you’re waiting for him.”

Jess fiddled nervously with the bottle, watching the remaining water slosh against the plastic. When she heard the door reopen, she only looked up to make sure it was Billy before her gaze returned to the water.

She heard the door click softly, followed by the sound of boots scraping against tile before she saw the tips of his boots in her peripheral. She allowed herself then to look up, meeting Billy’s surprisingly tired gaze. 

“You alright?” She realized too late that it was a stupid question. Not only did he get kicked out of a party he had invited her to and had let one of the boys he hated most drive his car to get him out of there, but now his eye was even more bruised than ever. And she couldn’t help but feel as if it was all because of her. 

“’M fine,” He dismissed, which was something that didn’t surprise her. What did, however, was the caring nature in which he grabbed her wrist, the same wrist that he had yanked away from that absolute creep earlier. He had touched her softly before, but never as if he were afraid of her, like he was now. He moved her wrist closer, his fingertips the only form of contact before he mumbled miserably. “Sorry…” 

“What do you mean? It’s okay.”

“’S not.” He kept looking down at the faint bruises left from earlier. 

“What?” Jess couldn’t understand what he was referring to. She watched the glaze over his eyes as he continued to look at her wrist in what seemed to be disgust. “You drunk?” She tried to let out a laugh before he quickly responded.

“No.” His tone was flat, his anger further evident in the creases of his forehead. 

“Okay, sorry, you’re just acting-“ 

“I told you to stop saying that.” 

“You first then.” “No.” This time, his voice softened to the same strained, miserable tone he used to apologize. “I- I fucked your night up.” Jess pulled her wrist away from his fingers, making him clench his jaw. “I didn’t mean to do th- to hurt you.” 

“You?” Jess couldn’t understand where he got that idea. He saved me from getting hurt. How could he think that? How could he say that?

“I got pissed when I saw him… Wasn’t thinking. I pulled too hard. Pushed you away.” 

Her eyes widened in realization. “No, Billy… No. First off you didn’t push me away.” When it looked like he was about to disagree, she stopped him. “I don’t know what warped version you have of what happened in your head, but I should be thanking you, Billy.”  “Could’ve done it different. Wanna start doing things different.” 

Jess tore a small square from the paper towel roll, pouring only a little of what remained of the fresh water. She pressed it lightly against his lips, this position becoming a normal for them. “Some people just don’t deserve your different, Billy… that’s okay.” 

“What about Steve? Steve deserved different that night right?”  

The question caused Jess to stop tending to his lip abruptly, pulling away as her tone dropped. “Don’t do that. Not tonight.”

“You hated me that night.” 

“No I didn’t,” She lied, trying to coax him out of the self-depreciation he seemed to be sucking himself into. 

“I saw it. I remember it. I don’t want you to hate me like that again,” He whispered, making Jess’s heart drop. 

“You’re just drunk, Billy.”

The accusation angered him just as it did earlier. “I told you I was going to drive you back. You think I’d fuck around and get drunk? I told you I wasn’t gonna and I mean the shit I tell you, alright?” 

“Then what’s with the overthinking? Where’s all this coming from? Did I give you too much time out there by yourself, huh?” She smiled softly up at him, reaching to mend his lip again. 

“You got those bruises because of me. And now I get to drop you off with marks on you.” He didn’t return the smile, instead, his scowl deepened, making her sigh in defeat and try a new approach.

“They’re small, anyway. No one will even notice.”

“How it always starts…”

His quiet comment made Jess’s eyes widen in surprise. “Billy… please don’t do that… this isn’t even like that.”

“Where’s your ice?” Jess scanned the room in response to his question. Her eyes landed on the small windowsill. She grabbed for it, turned back to him, and started to place it against his eye when he flinched away. He grasped it gingerly, moving it down and on her own skin, against her wrist. “Just promise to keep icing it.” 

“Thank you, Billy, I mean it. What you did tonight… I know… we may have gotten kicked out or whatever. But I think at least, he deserved it. Guy was an asshole,” When Billy only nodded, she added, “You didn’t ruin my night, I promise.”

“Yeah?”

She nodded without hesitation. “Yeah.”

“You’re alright?”

“Yeah. Thanks to you.”

He nods, a small smile appearing for a moment before he covers it with his usual scowl. “Yeah well, it wasn’t a big deal.”

“Was to me.” Before he could respond, a sudden surge of confidence pulsed through Jess, moving her to step closer. She pushed up to the balls of her feet, balancing on her tiptoes, and placed a small kiss on the corner of Billy’s lips, looking away sheepishly afterward. “Happy New Year, Billy.”

Billy’s eyes slowly widened in the realization of what happened, unable to take his eyes off her as he tried to mask his now labored breathing. He snaked his arm around the small of her waist and pulled her closer, taking the ice from her with his free hand as she pressed against his chest. He rested his lips against the top of her head, the scent of her shampoo taking over. Too afraid to actually kiss her back, he just stayed there and whispered against her hair, “Happy New Year, gorgeous."

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[kayharrisons]

enchanted to meet you [Louis x fem!Reader]

You're not sure what you've ever done to make him hate you. Louis is convinced he's doomed to suffer (pine) in silence.

A/N: branched out for a quick cutesy drabble bc Louis is POOKIE BABY so have this lil Tell Me Everything drabble 🤭 I've also only seen one episode LMAO so if anyone is outta character then my bad!!

Warnings: fireworks, underage drinking!

You're pretty sure Louis hates you.

You're not sure what you've ever done to your classmate beyond be friendly, and Zia constantly reassures you that you've done nothing wrong, babes.

But he never looks at you. Always gives you one word replies and lets silences hang on to the point of it being incredibly fucking awkward, where he will then flee back to Neve or Jonny, the former of whom will shoot you an apologetic smile and the latter who will roll his eyes and say something that gets Louis's face a bright red.

You wrack through your interactions with him constantly, trying to figure out where you went so wrong with him.

\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/

Louis wants to jump off of the nearest fucking bridge.

He speeds away from you, you with your cute hair, your twinkling eyes, your toothy smile, the way your jeans hug your-

He groans, hiding his face in Neve's shoulder as he slumps beside her on the couch, face burning with embarrassment.

"How many words did you manage this time?" Neve asks him, patting his head. Meekly, he holds up three fingers. She hisses a little through her teeth. "Jesus, Louis. Regressing a bit, aintcha?"

He hears Jonny laugh as he sits across from them. "I'm tellin' ya, mate," his friend slurs, grinning at him. "Just gotta act like you've fucked more girls than you already have. Remind me again, what's that number at now?"

"Horrid advice," Neve snips, shooting him the finger. Jonny gasps sarcastically, holding a hand to his chest. "Ignore him, for the love of all that's fucking holy, Louis."

He was planning on it!

"It's remarkable, actually," Louis sighs as he pulls his head out of Neve's shoulder. "I'm so shit at talking to her. The words just- jesus christ they're stuck. I don't think I've ever actually told her my name and- she probably thinks I'm so fucking dumb or something, coming up to her and not saying a word and just fucking walking off-"

"Every time, without fail." Jonny smirks, taking a sip of his beer. "It's actually quite impressive."

"Cheers, mate," Louis seethes, jumping at the sound of a boom outside, at the bright colours filling up the living room.

"Oooh, they've got the fireworks going! C'mon!" Neve grins, tugging both boys up and out the door, just as the next firework goes off. The trio watch the fireworks illuminate the chilly night air, a kaleidoscope of colours against the dark November sky.

You're shivering.

He can't help the way his eyes always seem to fall on you, instinctively seeking you out.

You don't have a coat.

You're shivering because you don't have a coat.

His feet are moving towards you on autopilot, already shrugging off his flannel and praying to god he hadn't been sweating in the damn thing.

"Oh!" You jump, as a flannel is shoved into your periphery by a trembling hand. "Hey, Louis," you smile, and his throat bobs hard as he swallows.

"Cold?" He asks, inclining his head towards the way you rub your arms.

"Oh! Yeah, a bit, jacket's somewhere inside, but uh... might sound stupid, I didn't wanna miss the fireworks.

"It's not stupid," he says gently, and you turn to face him, grinning wide and eyes shining. He damn near collapses at the sight, heart pitter pattering in his chest.

"So you can say more than one word at a time!"

Louis stammers, face going pink with embarrassment, illuminated by the sparks exploding above the party. You giggle, taking the flannel from him and sliding your arms through the sleeves.

"Sorry, sorry. Thanks for this," you grin, wrapping the flannel tight around you.

"...I'm Louis." He says, somewhat helplessly, his eyes soon screwing shut with embarrassment.

You smile gently, taking half a step closer. "I know," you hum, looking up at the fireworks. "I've fancied you for two years."

"You what?" Comes his squeak, blue eyes round with horror. "I- you mean to tell me you fancied me back-"

"Fancy, present tense. But I didn't realise you-" you blink up at him, surprise covering your face. "I thought you hated me-?"

"What? No! Do I look stupid?" He asks, before pausing, smiling sheepishly. "I'm not, I promise. I just... I've been told I'm a little socially awkward."

"You? Socially awkward? No!" You gasp sarcastically, to which he smiles and ducks his head down.

"Deserved that, didn't I?"

"Little bit." You grin, rubbing your neck, watching his face as it's illuminated blue, then gold, then pink. "For what it's worth, Louis, it's nice to finally meet you."

He looks at you then, a smile tugging at the lefthand corner of his lips.

He's fucking freezing. It's November, after all. But as he looks at you, in his flannel, your eyes sparkling brighter than the fireworks...

God, is it fucking worth it.

[hobiebrownismygod]

Researching Characters so you don't have to Part 2: Pavitr Prabhakar & His Dialect

NOT MY ART! Click on it for the link! &lt;3

Pavitr Prabhakar's accent is basically non-existent in writing. Its not like Hobie's where you make some letters silent and enunciate specific parts of the words. Indian accents, especially Pav's aren't shown through writing, which is perfectly fine. The difficult part of trying to write Pavitr Prabhakar is his dialect, not his accent.

Like I explained in my last post, dialect and accents aren't the same thing. An accent is the way someone pronounces things while the dialect is an accent along with vocabulary and grammar. Pavitr's dialect would be heavily influenced by Mumbai dialect, considering the fact that he lives in Mumbattan.

First off, Indians speak English. Like if you go to India, I guarantee that 90% of the people there under the age of 40 will speak fairly fluent English. Schools in India teach multiple languages, one of them usually being English, and Indian children are almost fluent in English by the age of 10-13. Its basically a necessity.

So if you're going to write Pav, don't butcher his English and make him sound like he doesn't speak it well, because thats not true. Most Indians speak English really well, and you shouldn't feed into the stereotypes with your writing.

However, he would speak a mixture of languages together. Think of it like Spanglish, where you use English grammar for Spanish words. Its the same thing with Indians. They often toss a couple of English words into a sentence using the grammar of whatever language they're speaking, whether its Hindi, Marathi, Tamil, Telugu, etc. They would also do it the other way around, tossing Hindi/Marathi/etc phrases into English sentences. So if you're going to write Pav, writing him tossing in Hindi phrases is going to be a lot more accurate than writing broken English or even full English, Especially if you're going to be writing him with his aunt, uncle or Gayatri, because they are all going to be speaking the same, if not a similar language, even if you're going to write them in English.

There's not much else to say, besides the fact that Indians tend to use some English words much more than they do in the west. For example Indians say the word "bro" a lot. Its seen in movies and just in general as well. Teenage boys and young adult men say "bro" almost all the time, usually referring to their friends, classmates, cousins, etc. But, they wouldn't say it to someone older to them or someone they need to be respectful towards, like a boss etc.

Some other phrases (Hindi) that Indians tend to use a lot are:

Bhaiyya (older brother - used to refer to boys older than you)

Achha? (really? - often used sarcastically but can also be used normally)

Arre! (Hey, hey you! - used to call someone, used to get someone's attention)

Yaar (friend - light/friendly slang term for a friend)

Like always, research is going to be your best friend, so if you want to find more of these phrases you can search them up on Google. Hopefully this helped <3

[ryp3004]

For the past week or so, Ryanne has been feeling… Off. Like there’s a string inside of her that’s being wound tighter and tighter. Like her skin doesn't fit her body. Like her joints are stiff and she’s primed for a fight.

She knows why. How could she not be affected after Ace betrayed her? Someone she thought was her friend, her family. It stung far more than she’s letting on. 

Luckily she’s had practice all her life at keeping her emotions in check, not letting a single crack slip out. 

It was especially hard when Wes snapped at her about her integrity. A lightning strike of hurt rocketing through her at the memory.

But… It's not Wes’s fault. It’s hers. She shouldn’t have said those things about her friends, even if she was upset. It wasn’t fair to them. She knows they all count on her, and that’s the way she likes it. She loves to help and she must have-!

Stop. She needs to calm down. She needs to be focused for this. Wes has a plan. Wes always has a plan. A plan that will work. It will be fine. She just has to get into a fight with him in the courtyard in front of everyone she knows. That way, Ace will think her and Wes broke up and he can get close to him again. It will be easy. Ryanne knows how to act. This is just… Stage fright, that's all.

With a deep breath, Ryanne enters the courtyard, swallowing at the whispers and stares of her classmates. Wes is in front of the fountain, just like they planned. Ace is sitting with a few of the student council members, not too close but not too far, just like they planned.

“Hey, Wes,” Ryanne starts softly, though with the quieting down around them it might as well have been a shout.

“Ryanne.” Wes regards her coolly. And even though she knows he’s faking, she knows it, she can't stop her breath from catching and her posture straightening. 

“You stood me up last night… Didn’t return my calls… Did something happen?” Ryanne tilts her head with a small, tense smile.

“Oh, don’t give me that.” Wes scoffs. “You know exactly what happened, Hunt.” Ryanne blinks, thrown off.

“After what you said about us?” A gesture to the listening classmates. “About me? I thought you knew better than that, Ry.” It’s fake. Ryanne steps closer, putting a gentle arm on his shoulder that he rips away from her. It’s fake.

“Wes, please, we can talk about this.” She says, and she doesn't exactly have to fake the hurt in her voice. “Tell me how to fix this…” Wes rolls his eyes. It’s fake.

“What do you want from me, Ryanne? I thought I knew who you were, but was it all just an act?” He takes a step towards her, pointing his finger accusingly. It’s fake. “I can’t believe I fell for it. Even now, you’re standing here, playing the victim yet again. I mean,” He laughs in disbelief, a hand on his forehead. “I thought you were smarter than this.” It’s fake. 

“Wes, you can’t just say that about me. That isn’t fair.” Her hands are shaking at her sides.

“You wanna talk about fair? How is it fair that you lied to everyone and still have to be the good guy? It’s actually incredible, Ryanne. Really, bravo.” He claps sarcastically. It’s fake. He doesn't know that that’s what they used to say to her.

Poor Ryanne, always the victim. Poor Ryanne, hurt herself yet again. Ryanne, haven’t you gotten enough attention? Ryanne, have you finished yet? Ryanne, Ryanne, Ryanne…

She slaps Wes, an angry flush on her face and a stinging on her palm. He doesn't have to feign his surprise.

“Fuck you.” She spits. “How dare you, Wes? After everything I have done for you? After everything I have done for all of you?” Her eyes snap to the classmates that were listening in. “When is the last time I have ever asked you for anything? When is the last time we hung out without you needing anything? When is the last time you even asked me about myself, huh?” She gets in his face, voice low and shaking.

“When is my birthday, Wes?”

Wes flounders for a moment, mouth open to prove her wrong but nothing coming out. Ryanne sniffs, the anger making way for tears. She wipes at her eyes. “We’re done. Don’t text me.” She turns on her heels, making a swift exit. She waves off Payton and Mia, both of their eyes wide. Julian and Nishan look almost impressed. 

Right.

It was an act.

Of course it was an act.

Then why does she feel like this?

Ryanne ignores the people trying to comfort her and locks herself in one of the empty classrooms. She doesn't want them to see her like this. She’s supposed to be a piller. She’s supposed to be a beacon. She’s supposed to be perfect.

With a shaking hand she unlocks her phone. There’s a message from Wes.

“That wasn’t all an act, was it?” is all it says.

“No. I think we actually need to talk.”

“👍” 

Despite herself, Ryanne snorts at her terrible, wonderful boyfriend.

“I’m in Mr. O’Brine’s room.”

“I’ll be there in ten. Ace is about to approach”

“👍” 

[heartbreak-sandwich]

Billy Hargrove x Fem!OC

Summary: After a day of sledding with a group of her former classmates, JJ is freezing and prepares to walk home when Billy offers her a ride. She invites him in for a warm drink to repay his favor, and things quickly heat up when he lights a fire and shares his best tips on keeping the frost bite at bay. Bask in the glow of this incendiary encounter in the next 1.8k words🔥 CW: SMUT, oral (f receiving), overstimulation, Billy is a little demanding A huge thank you to my beta reader and editor @lifesshort-imshorter for helping me bring this piece to life!!!

DAY THREE OF HOHOHOE WEEK Prompt: Fireplace Read the rest of this mini series here: Part 1 | Part 2

JJ stood at the top of the snow covered hill with the rest of her classmates. Quite a few of them showed up to the Hawkins sledding reunion party Nancy had organized for those of them that were home for the holidays. Everyone was complaining about how cold it was and how they didn’t want to be chilled to the bone by falling in the snow. She couldn’t believe these people had agreed to make an appearance solely for a party to play in a winter wonderland and then refused to participate.

“Seriously, you guys?” She shook her head in disappointment. “Move. I’m going down.” The small crowd parted, and JJ steadied her sled at the top of the hill, making sure it would travel straight from where it started. Everyone’s eyes were on her, including Billy’s, whose burned brightly as he watched her daredevil antics.

“Need a push?” He stepped forward and offered to help JJ start her downhill journey. She smiled over her shoulder at him and replied with one simple word.

“Nope.” With that, she took a running step forward and jumped into the sled, the momentum propelling her forward and down the hill. Inspired by JJ’s bravery, the rest of the group followed suit, everyone finally conceding to having the good time they all gathered for in the first place.

The rest of the afternoon was spent laughing, catapulting snowballs, and wiping out in the icy powder. Everyone agreed they couldn’t remember the last time they had so much fun. Billy was just glad to be there with JJ, soaking in the warmth that emanated from her on that freezing winter day.

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The sun was setting, and JJ was completely soaked through her clothes. Teeth chattering, cheeks aching from smiling and the bite of the bitter wind, she began saying goodbye to her classmates.

“I need to get going so I’m not walking in the dark. I’ll see you guys at Tina’s in a couple days!” She waved, a chorus of farewells arising from the group as she gathered her sled.

“Walking?” Billy’s voice boomed above the rest.

“Yeah,” JJ answered. “It’s not far.”

“No way. You’re freezing. Come on, let me give you a ride. It’s on my way.” Billy stepped toward her while all of the bystanders quieted, waiting for her to bite back sarcastically. To their surprise, she accepted graciously.

“Actually, that would be nice.” JJ’s whole body shook from the cold as she spoke. Following Billy to where his car was parked, she was thrilled to see he was still driving that cobalt blue Camaro she had always made fun of him for but secretly loved.

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“Thanks again for the ride.” JJ was still shivering as Billy pulled into the Ferons’ driveway.

“Any time,” he drawled, his signature smirk sliding into place. JJ had the house to herself for the night. Her parents were being entertained at another stuffy cocktail hour for some other overly posh law firm, and while she originally planned to get some relaxation time in, she now had a better idea.

“You want to come in? I’ll make you a hot drink for your troubles.”

“Thought you’d never ask,” Billy replied, his smirk blooming into a smile. He followed JJ inside, and he couldn’t help but notice she was still shaking from the cold permeating through her wet clothes.

“I’ll put the kettle on. You make yourself comfortable,” she instructed, leaving Billy alone in the living room. 

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“What’s all this?” JJ’s grin shone brightly against the dim glow of a fire crackling in the fireplace. She handed Billy one of the mugs she was carrying back from the kitchen, taking note of the pile of blankets on the floor in front of the dancing flames.

“You’re freezing. We need to get you warmed up, and I thought a fire might help. Here,” Billy said, taking JJ’s hand and leading her over to the bundle of warmth he had prepared. They sat down on the plush area rug together, and Billy draped two of the blankets over JJ’s shoulders, wrapping his arms around her, moving them up and down slowly to create friction.

“What a gentleman,” JJ crooned in jest, giggling at Billy’s display.

“Frostbite is no joke, Jacqueline,” he quipped back, his smile still bright in the low light.

“I suppose that’s true,” she agreed. They shared a comfortable silence looking far off into the fire, the crackling and popping sounds keeping them company.

“You know,” Billy started. “Body heat is really the most effective way to warm up.” JJ met his gaze, and his ocean eyes were dark with a devilish haze. She knew exactly what he was playing at, and she loved this game.

“Oh, well, in that case.” JJ stood up, letting the blankets fall from her shoulders, and pulled her sweater over her head, discarding it onto the floor. Billy’s eyes followed her every move as she peeled off more layers – t-shirt, undershirt, pants, socks – until she was down to just her underwear, her blue lace bra almost matching the color of his stare.

Billy followed suit, shedding his sweater, shirt, and pants, still watching her all the time. JJ felt the heat of a blush creep up to her cheeks just looking at him. He was like a God. The outline of every dip and valley of Billy’s body was contoured by the flickering of the fire. His golden skin looked butter-soft, and all JJ wanted to do was touch him, but she forced herself to be patient.

They returned to their seats on the rug, and Billy leaned closer to her, cupping the side of her face in his hand with a hungry look in his eyes. JJ’s lips parted as Billy ghosted his thumb over them, and there was no more talking. He kissed her slowly, with passion and sincerity, and she was already losing herself.

Billy tasted sweet like honey and warm sugar, and soon JJ was melting into him while their kisses turned fiery, all teeth, tongue, and desperation. Billy pressed wet, needy kisses to her jaw, her neck, her collar bone, leaving playful bites in his wake. JJ’s breathing grew heavy, and all she wanted was more, more, more.

Just when she thought she couldn’t take it any longer, Billy leaned into her until her back was pressed into the thick, plush rug in front of the fire. He lowered himself to her face one last time, locking her lips into his and running his tongue along the bottom one, then the top. He was teasing her, and she was eating it up.

Billy placed nips and kisses again down her neck, to her collar bone, to her chest, and he didn’t stop until he got to the top of her panties, taking the waistband in his teeth and letting it snap back against her skin. He glanced up at her from between her thighs, eyes full of sin, and JJ’s heart hammered double time.

“Are you warming up yet?” Billy asked seductively before pressing his warm, wet tongue flat against her clothed slit, just enough so that she could feel the rush of his hot breath.

“Whatever you do,” JJ warned, running her fingers through Billy’s sandy curls, “just don’t stop.” A dangerous grin formed on Billy’s face just before he hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties and slid them down her legs, tossing them to the side. Big, strong hands pushed her thighs apart, making room for Billy to nestle down in between them. His breath ghosted across her bare skin, creating goosebumps over her entire body as he licked a long stripe through her folds.

JJ’s breath hitched at the contact, and she pulled lightly on Billy’s curls, eliciting a growl from deep within his chest. His tongue was like warm velvet sliding up and down and in delicious circles around her clit, and her vision grew hazy in the glow of the flames. She didn’t have room in her mind to care that her moans sounded pathetic and desperate as she tightened her grip in Billy’s hair and moved her hips languidly against his expert mouth.

“Fuck, that’s so good.” Billy’s eyes snapped up to meet hers as she glanced down at his mesmerizing movements, the work of his mouth and his dark stare setting her core ablaze. She let out a gasp when she felt him push two fingers inside of her, curling them up to meet her sweet spot. He fucked her slowly, the constant contact of his tongue pushing her closer and closer to the breaking point.

“Billy, please,” she breathed, her eyes brimming with tears at the stimulation.

“Beg me,” he purred, the low vibrations of his voice against her aching pussy sending shockwaves crashing over her.

“Please, I want to cum for you so bad. Mmmm – please, Billy.” With those magic words, he picked up the pace, thrusting his fingers into her harder and faster and sucking fiendishly on her clit until her moans turned into blissful sobs. Every move Billy made stoked the embers in her core until it was white hot and smoldering, and then there was an explosion.

JJ’s eyes screwed shut, tears spilling down her cheeks as she lost control, her whole body shuddering as her walls clenched around Billy’s fingers. She writhed against his tongue, a string of colorful expletives flooding from her lips as she rode out her climax. Slowly seeping back into the fabric of reality, JJ steadied her breathing as Billy removed his fingers and set an iron grasp on her thighs, pushing them farther apart while his blunt nails dug into her flesh as he held her there.

He continued to lavish slow, lazy circles on her clit, the overstimulation sending jolts up her spine as more tears slipped down her cheeks. JJ couldn’t take it anymore and tried her best to push him away, but he was too strong.

“Beg me,” Billy commanded once more. He wasn’t going to stop until she was a pathetic, weeping mess.

“Billy, please,” she cried. “I can’t take it anymore, please.” He gave one last long lick along her clit and looked up at her, his cerulean eyes shining like the surface of the ocean under the sun. He steadied himself on his knees and stretched his back, the glow of the fire rippling over his defined muscles before he laid down next to her.

“You taste divine,” he whispered. He leaned in and kissed her fiercely, and she could taste the sweet and sour remnants of herself on his tongue.

Once she was finally able to string a coherent thought together, JJ knew she was in trouble. Everything about Billy consumed her entirely, and though she knew she’d never be the same, in that moment, all she wanted was to be completely immersed in him. He was going to ruin her, and she was content to let it happen.

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Take The Blame (Lee Felix Fic)

Summary: After a food fight breaks out between you and his friends, Lee Felix, the most popular guy at your arts academy, wants to know the truth about why you took the blame when you weren't even the one who started it, but you have no intentions on telling him the truth about why you did.

Genre: Nonidol! AU, Academy! AU, Fluff, Comfort, Cooking Class, Closed-off Reader, Reader is kinda mean to Felix at first, Felix wants to open Reader's heart ❤️

♡Pairing: Lee Felix X GN! Reader

Words: 7K

Warnings: mentions of food, mentions of bullying

Lmk if there's anything else

A/N: Felix likes baking, I like baking, and that's how this short story came about. If you like this story, lmk. Reblogs are always appreciated 🙏 Thanks~~<3

"Why did you take the blame for starting the food fight in class earlier today?"

At the unexpected sound of the familiar deep voice that suddenly piped up from behind you, you whipped your head around, but once you saw who it was, you quickly turned back around and went back to what you were originally doing which was scrubbing down one of the dirty kitchen counters of your Home Economics classroom.

“What are you doing here?” you grumbled out in a surly manner, before grimacing at the sound of your shaky voice. You really hated how pathetic you sounded, but you couldn’t help it. After what had happened earlier that day in class, you were in a pissy mood, and your eyes were filled to the brim with hot tears that threatened to spill over and down your cheeks if you so much as blinked. 

With all that in mind, you really didn't want to see his face at the moment and you definitely didn't want to cry in front of him, so you kept your eyes focused on what you were doing. 

Honestly, you wished he would just go away, but he seemed to have other plans. 

"Shouldn't I be the one asking you that question?" You heard him ask as you continued scrubbing the counter, albeit with a little more force than necessary but that's just how upset you were. You heard him continue. "What are you doing here? You weren't even the one who started the fight, so why did you take the blame?" 

"Just go away, Felix," you griped, not wanting to deal with your persistent classmate, but again, he had other plans. 

"No," he refuted, much to your annoyance. "You've been telling me and my friends to 'go away' since day one. Now you're here, by yourself, crying over something you didn't even do that was our fault? So, why?"

You didn't answer him. You thought that maybe if you didn't respond and left him talking to himself then maybe he would take the hint and leave but you should've known better. This was the ever persistent Lee Felix, after all. 

"I mean, that's a bit masochistic of you, don't you think?" you heard him continue before he paused as a new thought seemed to come to him. "Wait! That's it, isn't it? Are you a masochist, y/n?"

You rolled your eyes, irritated by his idiotic question which caused your sarcastic side to come out. 

"You know what? You're right. I'm a masochist," you replied, callously, momentarily stopping to glare at him who was standing in the doorway of the classroom, before going back to finish scrubbing the counter that was now almost polished sparkling clean due to you using so much force. "I like to torture myself by taking the blame for pretty-faced, dumbass boys like you, even for things I didn't even do." 

Once you finished scrubbing the counter, you turned to face him. "Are you happy now? Is that what you wanted to hear?"

Your classmate, Felix, who was still standing in the doorway, now blinked big, innocent-looking eyes at you that actually almost made you feel guilty for being so hostile towards him even though he deserved it. 

"No," he answered, more soberly now. "Not if it's not true, which I don't think it is..."

You rolled your eyes again, not bothering to reply to his comment, and went back to cleaning. You moved to the next counter that was covered in some questionable brown gunk and sprayed it with cleaner before scrubbing it down, but as you did so, you felt Felix's eyes watching your every move from his position in the doorway. 

You seriously hoped he would just give up and  leave if you continued to ignore him, but after a few minutes of feeling his eyes watching your every move as you moved around the classroom cleaning, annoyed, you finally decided to address him.

"Uh…are you just going to stand there and stare at me all day?" You asked, annoyed by his presence. 

"Yes," he said, frankly, with a shrug of his shoulders. "I will until you tell me the truth." 

You winced at him before turning back to scrub yet another dirty counter. There was dried food scum all over it thanks to the food fight that happened earlier that day in class. 

"You must have a lot of free time," you grumbled out while scrubbing furiously. 

"Today I do," you heard him respond. "I would've been busy all afternoon cleaning our Home Ec room, but a certain someone took care of that by taking the blame for a food fight they didn't even start, so…"

As he trailed in his sentence, you knew that his extra emphasis on the word "someone" was referring to you but you ignored it.

"Fine," you said as you continued to clean. "Stare all you want. I don't care."

As far as you were concerned, he could stare all day until his eyes fell out of their sockets. He still wasn't getting a peep out of you. 

But you were surprised when he suddenly entered the classroom and sat himself down in a chair at one of the clean counters you had already scrubbed. You watched in surprise as he made himself comfortable and did just as you said; however, you continued to ignore him as you went back to cleaning while he quietly watched you from across the room, but he must have gotten a little bored because he eventually took out his phone and started tinkering with it. 

You had to admit, your yellow-haired classmate sure was stubborn, but you could be just as stubborn, so you refused to engage with him as you just moved around the food infested classroom, cleaning it spotless but even then, he still didn't leave. In fact, he even pulled out some homework, eventually. 

You couldn't believe he was actually sticking around. You had been kind of joking when you told him that he could sit and stare for as long as he wanted but you didn't think he would really do it.

Regardless, you were so engrossed in cleaning, and he had been so quiet the entire time you did so, that you barely heard him when he did finally speak up. In fact, you didn't even realize that it was you he was talking to until you looked up at him and saw him staring at you with those big innocent eyes again.

"Do you know?" He asked you now. 

You didn't. 

"What?" you questioned unsurely. You didn't even know what he was talking about. 

He then glanced down at the paper in front of him. 

"It's question number five of our homework," he explained before reading the question. "Which term describes the process by which gluten absorbs moisture and becomes firmer?" 

He then looked back at you again. "Do you know?"

You blinked at him, a little stupefied by his question but still answered. "Uh...that's coagulation…" 

Instantly, Felix's face lit up. "Ah, right! I forgot about that." You watched as he turned his attention back to his homework and scribbled down something on his paper.

You, on the other hand, just shook your head, still irritated by his presence and now even more irritated by his lack of understanding of the basics of baking. 

And yet this is the same guy who got a better grade on his baking dish than I did, you thought with contempt for your blond classmate. 

"Dumbass," you muttered under your breath, but through the silence of the classroom, Felix must have heard your ridicule of him because you heard him snap his tongue in response. 

"Y/N, why do you hate me so much?" He suddenly asked you. 

"Because you're annoying," you answered, not missing a beat, while you now moved on to washing the stacks of dirty dishes piled near one of the sinks. You didn't even bother looking up at him as you started to clean, knowing it was going to take you at least an hour to wash them all.

"I'm annoying?" He repeated, incredulously, obviously offended. "That's it?! That's not a reason to hate someone especially to the point of trying to sabotage their dish-"

As you were cleaning dishes while listening to Felix go off on you, you hadn't been expecting him to bring up the incident that helped to start this entire fight between you two in the first place, so when he began to bring up the time you had tried to ruin one of his recipes for class, it caused you to flare up for a second.

You stopped washing as you began to yell, "THAT'S BECAUSE-" but you caught yourself and stopped yourself from yelling. You released a long exhale as you calmed yourself down before speaking in a much more mild tone although you were still tense. 

"I only did that because I was desperate,” you admitted. “You and your stupid friends were completely taking over the class. I only did what I had to do." 

"But that's so shitty!” he scolded you. “What did I ever do to you besides literally exist that you have it out for me?"

You didn't answer. There was a brief pause between you both as you continued to scrub dishes before he finally spoke again and when he did, it caused you to flare up again. 

"What are you threatened by me?" he asked. 

"Oh, please!” you scoffed, mockingly. You were offended that he would even begin to think that you were worried about his subpar cooking skills (even though there was some slight truth to that fact but you would never admit that). “I'm not worried about the couple stupid little dishes you made getting higher marks than mine. I could out cook you even in my sleep, anyday." 

"Ah! So that's what this is really about,” you heard Felix say as if he had just stumbled upon some great discovery. “You're jealous that the teacher has been giving me higher marks than you."

You shook your head, still ignoring him. "Whatever, Felix. Think what you want.”  

Even though you were nowhere near done cleaning the stacks of dishes, you suddenly turned off the running sink, before drying your hands with a towel and making your way over to the side of the room with your belongings. You picked up your bag and jacket and then began to make your way towards the door to leave. 

"Where are you going?” Felix asked you as his eyes followed your frame move across the room from where he was still seated. “You're not even finished cleaning.” 

"If you won't leave then I will," you said, coldly, as you now headed for the door but you were surprised when all of a sudden, Felix jumped up from his seat and ran in front of you, blocking your way out. You tried to move around him by stepping to the side, but he was faster and stepped right along with you, still blocking the way out. You then tried again, stepping the other way, but again, he was faster.  

"What are you doing?" you gritted out. "Move!"

"No, not until you tell me the truth!” he refuted, as he glared at you, clearly not intending on backing down. “Why do you hate me so much?" 

You sighed, not wanting to deal with him anymore. "Just leave me alone." 

"No! I won't,” he said, still stubborn as ever and clearly determined to get the truth out of you even though you had made it clear through your dismissal of him that you had no intention of telling him anything. He continued in his tirade. “You've been giving me a hard time since the day I stepped foot into this classroom and now you've gone as far as trying to poison my dish!  But then, today you go and take the blame for a food fight you didn't even start. None of what you’re doing or saying makes any sense! There's got to be a reason." 

"Uh! Just shut up!" you snapped and tried to move around him again, but you were stopped when his arm suddenly stretched out and his hand slapped against the frame of the doorsill, thus, creating a physical barrier to keep you inside the room. 

"Not until you tell me the truth," came his stern reply. 

You stared at the pretty blond male standing before you, full of contempt for him.

"Fine,” you gritted out through clenched teeth. If ‘ol “Lixie boy” wanted the truth, he was gonna get the truth. 

“You really wanna know why I hate you?” you asked him and he raised his brows at you, urging you to continue so you did. “You know, you're already super popular. The whole school worships at your feet. You've got everyone, literally, everyone, even the principal, in the palm of your hands! And all you have to do is bat your pretty eyelashes or give them that cute little smile and everyone just loses it!”

You then placed your hand over your chest and gave him a fake smile as you started to mockingly repeat all the compliments that literally everyone on campus always said about him.  

“‘Oh, Felix is so lovely! Oh, Felix has the most beautiful freckles like constellations! Oh, Felix shines brighter than the sun! Oh, Felix is the most beautiful person in the entire world!’" 

You then stopped in your mocking to glare at him again. “It gets on my frickin’ nerves! Especially when you use it to get away with literally everything! But this class, this place, it's my space. Cooking is my thing. A place where I can forget about you and your stupid pretty face and your dumbass friends and just be myself, but you had to come and barge your way into here as well! Like, reigning the rest of our academy wasn't enough for you, you had to come in here, a place where I reign, and take over here, too! And what's worse? You're actually good at it! And you don't even care! You just put shit together that literally looks like they belong in the garbage and yet somehow, whatever you make turns out to be delicious! And now even my favorite teacher worships you for that too!” 

The fact that you had just released a month's worth of pent up stress all in one breath had you breathing heavily but you were glad to have finally gotten all of it off your chest. You then finally finished your outburst in a much more composed manner. “So yes, I hate you, Felix. Because you're annoying and irritating and you won't go away."

The entire time you had been going off on him, Felix had stood quietly, listening to your rant while staring at you, only looking away momentarily, and scratching at the back of his head like he was trying to process all the information you were throwing at him all at once. When you finally finished, he stood gaping at you for a good minute before finally saying, "You think I'm pretty?" 

If he was trying to get a rise out of you, it was working because you felt heat rise within your chest, up your neck, and then up to your cheeks like a volcano. Your entire being was on fire! You clenched your hands into tight fists, just about ready to punch him in his stupid, pretty face. 

"Is that all you heard?!" you grunted out in disbelief.  

Felix chuckled now, seeing how angry you were, and must have figured it was time for him to take you seriously because he put his hands up in a placating stance. "No. I'm only joking, y/n. I’m sorry.” He paused for a moment, before asking, “Well, if you hate me so much then why did you take the blame for the fight?"

You stayed silent, as you were reminded of why you had even taken the blame for him and his dumbass friends in the first place. Just at the reminder, you began to feel the hot tears well up in your eyes again. That's when you moved to try and push past him again, not wanting to tell him, but Felix’s arm was surprisingly strong, as it remained iron-clad to the doorframe, not budging one bit.

You then looked away from him as frustrated tears began to betray you and tip over the edges of your eyes.

Seeing this, Felix relented and he spoke more softly this time in a manner that resembled a person trying to coax a scared kitten out of hiding. "The truth, y/n. Please?"

It worked. Somehow Felix had the ability to make even your closed-off self open up because you bit down on your lip as you finally admitted to him, "I just wanted you and your friends to finally leave me alone." Your voice was barely above a whisper as you spoke, but that's honestly as high as you could get it to come out; it hurt to tell the truth. "I was hoping that if I took the blame, then maybe you guys would finally stop making fun of me…"

You felt tears begin to glide down your face, but before they could actually flow down, you quickly wiped them away, still trying to maintain some of your dignity in front of your perfect, blond classmate. 

Felix stared at you, quietly while you avoided eye contact with him. 

"I didn't know what my friends were saying about you bothered you that much," he finally said. "You always put up such a tough act." 

"Can I go now?" You asked, impatiently. You wanted to be anywhere else than here in this room with him. "You got what you wanted. The truth."

The truth. The truth was that a couple of months ago, Lee Felix, the most popular guy at your arts academy, had chosen Home Economics as his elective class for reasons unbeknownst to you, but you didn’t really care why he was there all of a sudden. All you were interested in was getting him out the moment he entered because you knew he didn’t belong there. Culinary arts had been your passion that you took extremely seriously, but the academy didn’t have a proper culinary class; however, they did have Home Economics, and so that's what you had chosen to devote your studies to for the last two years. 

Of course, along with the fact that Home Ec didn’t have the same funding as some of the other art classes, the cooking class was hardly the most popular field of study. Most students chose arts like music or dance which Felix was a master at the latter, thus, gaining him popularity enough to rival that of actual veteran performers in show business. 

With the beauty of a god and natural talent most students would kill for, everyone on campus knew Felix was going to be a star someday. In fact, he already was, especially with his massive following on Tik Tok and just about every other form of social media out there. 

You honestly didn’t care about his immense popularity, though. At least, not as long as you had your own space within the academy which just so happened to be the least popular arts curriculum there, the Home Economics class. You enjoyed cooking, baking, learning new recipes, and all the chef lingo you often saw on cooking channels. Someday, you hoped to go to a proper Culinary arts school to further your studies in the craft; however, your Home Ec class would do for now.   

Then, all of a sudden, out of nowhere, for whatever reason, Lee Felix, the most popular guy in your academy, decided to drop in your own little haven on campus and made himself the king of that as well. 

To say you were infuriated would have been an understatement. Aside from yourself, there were only about a dozen other students in the class, but once Felix showed up, this brought along a horde of his friends and even some of his fans as well, which resulted in the class becoming much more crowded. 

Today, the class was fuller than it had ever been in the last two years you had been taking the elective, which actually could have been great for improving funding if the higher-ups could see that students were interested in the course. But his friends proved not to be interested in it at all, only taking it to be with Felix. As a result, they goofed off, and basically just disrespected the place you had made your own personal comfort space. On top of that, because you were one of the very few students who were actually passionate about cooking, this ended up making you the butt of jokes and taunting from some of Felix’s friends who thought you were super uptight. And okay, maybe you were a little uptight, but after having them all suddenly crash your only safe space in the entire academy only to make a complete mockery of it, could you be blamed for being a bit uptight? 

In addition, as if to further irritate you, Felix seemed to be a natural-born chef because everything he made turned out to be complete masterpieces. Everyone in class always went for whatever dish he made, including your Home Ec teacher, who you could quickly tell was beginning to have a new favorite pupil thanks to Felix. He had been given five stars on his last three dishes, while you, on the other hand, had never received more than four. Needless to say, you were a bit jealous. In fact, you were so jealous that every little thing Felix did began to annoy you immensely, making you extra petty. Like you hated when he would borrow ingredients from your table because then he would never give them back! But nothing bothered you more than his stupid friends who all took immense pleasure in rubbing it in your face at how effortlessly better he was at everything you put all your effort into, followed by ridiculing you and making you feel less than. 

They basically just came into class, taunted you for an entire hour, while praising Felix, then they all left together only to come back and do it again the next day. You hated it! Finally you’d had enough. That’s when you had attempted to ruin one of his dishes by sneaking by and adding an ungodly amount of salt to it. 

Unfortunately, one of his friends had caught you in the act, and made a big scene, causing you to get publicly reprimanded by your instructor. From then on, his friends targeted you more viciously. Snide remarks, and taunting from them were a constant, both in and outside of class. Today had been the tip of the iceberg, though. 

This time when one of his friends had made one of their little nasty comments about you, they had followed that comment with squirting barbeque sauce at you, thus dousing you in the thick saucey substance. Although you tended to be on the more reserved side, you were never one to back down from a fight if it meant defending yourself, so you had picked up whatever bottle was nearby and squirted it back at them. But this just caused them to laugh and taunt more as more of his friends tossed food items at you. That’s when someone in the class yelled the two words that started the whole chaos. 

“Food Fight!” 

In the two years you had been taking Home Ec, there had never once been a food fight amongst the students, but that all changed today. What had started off as a little spat between you and Felix’s friends ended up being an entire class affair. Everyone in class got in on the action as food, sauces, liquids, utensils, and whatever else flew throughout the classroom, every which way. 

Your Home Ec teacher, who was completely horrified by the uproar, barely knew how to handle the situation considering this had never happened before. The headmaster had to be called, and your class ended up being questioned on who started the entire charade. No one spoke, that’s when your headmaster threatened your entire class with not only detention for the rest of the semester, but threatened to revoke everyone's admission to the winter formal.   

That's when one of Felix’s friends completely threw you under the bus, saying you were the one who had started the whole fight. You could've fought back, but you knew it would just be your words against theirs and Felix's friends were all against you so they had more power. That's why you decided to take the blame for the whole fight. You thought maybe, just maybe if you did then they might leave you alone. Then, the headmaster took you to his office and gave you your punishment which included not only having to clean up the entire Home Ec room by yourself but mandatory detention for the week.

You took your punishment like a trooper, and stayed long after class was over to clean the Home Ec room by yourself, but you hadn't been expecting the one guy who had been at the center of all this drama to show up in the doorway while you did so. 

Now that everything was out in the open, you had nothing left to give him, so you attempted to move past him one more time, but Felix’s arm didn't budge.

You fixed him with an incredulous stare. 

What's his deal? you wondered. Is he still not satisfied? 

Felix cleared his throat. 

"Look, I'm really sorry, y/n," he began, his voice full of sincerity. "But I want you to know that I never made fun of you, but I also never stopped my friends from doing it either and that's just as bad. So for that I'm truly sorry." 

You stayed still, staring anywhere but his probing eyes. 

He continued. "I don't think you're a nerd or a…a…" 

"A loner and a food snob whose only companion in the entire academy is our Home Ec teacher," you finished for him, repeating what you heard one of his friends say about you. 

The skin under Felix’s pale cheeks turned crimson as he admitted, sheepishly, "Uh…yeah, that…" He then looked back up at you again. "I'll get them to quit picking on you. I promise. But in their defense you did kind of start this whole thing. They're all just as confused as I am as to why you hated all of us so much and for no reason when we first started the class." He then added, "Me especially." 

You looked away not wanting to bring up the reason why. You had already admitted enough for today. You were used to being an incredibly closed-off person. It's how you stayed safe within your academy where you often felt like a fish out of water. You didn't think you could take much more being open and honest for today, but Felix seemed to always have this ability to bring out things you wanted to keep far down within the depths of your soul because what he said next got a rise out of you again. 

"I would've never guessed it was because you were jealous of me," he stated.

"I'm not jealous!" You fired back at him.

"No?" He questioned with feigned innocence before his eyes started to narrow at you rather suspiciously. "Then what was that you were saying about cooking being your thing and this class being the place where you reign until me and my stupid pretty face came in and ruined all that for you?"

You looked away from him again, feeling your cheeks get hot again at having your words about him being pretty thrown right back at you.

"Hm?" Felix pursued but you just bit your lip to try and fight the unwanted grin threatening to betray your features at having been figured out by him. 

"Th-that…" you stuttered not knowing how to respond. 

"That-what?" He repeated, teasingly. He then shocked you when he suddenly asked, "Do you like me, y/n?" 

Your eyes finally met his as you gaped at him at having found out your deepest secret that you always swore you would never admit to anyone, even your own self. 

Yes, although it pained you to do so, even you had to admit that you thought Felix was incredibly cute. He really was. 

His golden hair, although dyed blond, suited him so well it looked like it could've been his natural color. You liked the way his wispy bangs lightly dipped into his bright, shiny eyes and the way his gorgeous smile could put the sun to shame by lighting up any place he stepped into. 

He was just so pretty and what was worse was that he knew it but it wasn't because he was conceited or anything. In fact he was incredibly humble about his looks; it was everyone else who told him so, constantly. 

His friends and his hordes of fans told him. Teachers, and staff adored him. Complete strangers gawked at his beauty. Everyone that came into contact with Felix always ended up smitten with his charming face and personality. 

In addition, he was genuinely kind to just about everyone he met which helped him to earn his reputation. In fact, he had never even been mean to you necessarily, although you two barely spoke to one another outside of cooking class; however, his friends were a whole other story. 

You really wished they would just leave you alone but after months of building tension, the damage between you and his friends was already too deep to just sweep under the rug. A fight was bound to break out between you all at some point. Today just happened to be that day. 

You felt your heart rate go into overdrive now as you both stared at one another in that doorway. You were so stumped by his question that your mind went blank. 

"What?" was all you could say as you continued to stare at him, completely flabbergasted. 

"Do you like me?" He repeated and you suddenly felt compelled to look down at your feet, as if they were the most interesting things in the world but it was what Felix said next that almost caused you to pass out. 

"Because I think I like you." 

To say you were merely surprised at his statement would've been the understatement of the century. 

You were speechless. Dumbstruck. Stupefied. Completely thrown for a loop! You didn't know what to say or what to do, and so you did nothing. You just stayed there quietly, staring down at your shoes. 

Finally, Felix asked, "You're not going to say anything?"

It took you a minute to finally find your voice to be able to speak, but once you did it came out kind of hoarse.

"Why-" You had started to say but paused once the word left your mouth because of how scratchy your throat felt.

Felix then completed your question before you could. 

"Why do I like you?" He asked. "...well…"

But he stopped when you shook your head at him. Finding your voice again, you were able to tell him what you were thinking. 

"I kind of was gonna ask why you decided to take cooking class all of a sudden this semester, but yes, that too." 

Felix sighed at you. "Y/N, you don't even know me or my friends that well. How do you know that I'm not serious about cooking?"

At this, you fixed him with an incredulous stare. "You? Serious about cooking? Yeah, right." 

"I am," he replied, sternly.

"Why?" You asked, your voice still taking on a tone of disbelief. "Because you've found yet another way to get praised by your horde of followers?"

Felix rolled his eyes. 

"No, that's not it," he said frustrated. "Look, I may not be a skilled cook like you but I do like cooking. In fact, I like it a lot. I never expected to when I first got put into this elective, but I do."

"Why?" You asked, genuinely curious. "Why now?"

Felix must have felt confident enough that you wouldn't try to leave the room anymore because he moved past you to walk back into the classroom, only to lean against one of the counters as he looked deep in thought. 

You followed his movements as you turned to face him and listened to what he had to say. 

"I don't know. I kind of always have, but I just didn't know it," he began to explain. "I've always made things for my friends and family. Be it a holiday, or birthday, or any gathering, I've always enjoyed making things for them and seeing them eat my dishes. I think that's what I really enjoy about cooking and why I like it so much. Because I like to take care of people and see them happily eating something I made with my own hands."

He began to smile as he spoke about enjoying cooking for people he cared about. He then looked at you as his face grew serious again. 

"But you're right. I had never taken it seriously until I ended up taking this class. I'll admit the only reason I ended up taking Home Ec in the first place is because it was the only elective left open and I needed just a couple more credits but then, I found myself really enjoying it."

He paused momentarily before adding, "And I found myself liking you as well. At first, I had thought you were a bit of a food snob, but then I realized I was wrong about that, too. The more time I spent in this class with you, the more I realized how incredibly passionate you are about cooking. You know so much more than I do and I wanted to learn everything like you do. I actually really admire you." 

He looked up at you and you felt your cheeks and neck getting hot again under his gaze as he revealed his truth to you. 

However, you weren't quite ready to address feelings just yet, so you avoided it by bringing up another topic.  

"It sounds like cooking for people is your love language, then."

"My love language?" He asked, confusedly. 

"How you show people that you care about them," you explained. 

"Oh." He nodded. "All I know is that I like to cook. I like this class and I want to continue to learn everything I can. And more importantly, I don't want to fight with you anymore."

His eyes met yours again and you both shared a brief moment of silence before you agreed with him.

"I don't either."

Felix smiled at you as he pushed away from the counter he had been leaning against and stepped closer to you. 

"So then, what do you say about calling a truce?" 

"A truce?" You repeated, questioningly. 

"Yeah," he responded. "A truce to end all fighting between you, me and my friends. No more trying to ruin each other's dishes, no more snide remarks, or making fun of each other, and no more food fights."

You thought about his proposal in silence for a moment. You then said, "Tell that friend of yours who flung barbeque sauce on me to keep it off of me and in their container and we'll call it a deal."

At this, Felix grinned ear-to-ear. "They only did that because you tried to steal ingredients from my table." 

"Okay, but they were mine first," you argued back, playfully. "You never give back anything you borrow."

Felix rolled his eyes. "Well maybe if you didn't hog everything to yourself then-"

"Fine," you said, cutting him off. "I won't hoard all the ingredients and we'll share from now on." You stuck your hand out to him as you asked, "Truce?"

He stuck out his hand as well, and shook yours. "Yeah, truce," he agreed. He then broke the handshake and began making his way across the room to the closet and you watched him grab a broom out of it.

"And as part of our truce, I'll help you clean up."

You raised your brows in disbelief. "You will?" 

He nodded as he began to sweep the floor. 

You smirked at him as you made your way back into the classroom and placed your belongings back down. 

"What are we friends now?" You asked him, teasingly. 

The blond suddenly stopped in his sweeping to fix you with an amused grin. "I just admitted to liking you a couple minutes ago and now you're saying you want to be just friends?" 

You smiled before admitting to him, "I do like you a lot, too."

Felix grinned.

"But I still want to get to know you more, first," you finished.

Today you learned that both you and Felix had been pretty judgemental of one another despite not knowing each other all that well, so you thought you two should actually try to get to know one another, first, before trying anything more. 

"Okay," Felix agreed with a nod before asking, "What do you want to know?"

You thought for a moment and that's when something you had been curious about for quite a while now hit you. 

"I wanna know what your secret is to those delicious brownies you made that one time in class," you told him. "You know, the ones that made our Home Ec teacher give you five stars while I only got four." 

Felix snapped his tongue. "Is that what you've been curious about this whole time?"

You nodded in response. Truthfully, ever since he had gotten higher marks than you, you had been dying to know the secret to his recipe so you wanted to know now.

Felix put the broom down as he said teasingly, "Ah, so the chef connoisseur doesn't know everything, huh? Fine, five-star Michelin Felix will show you."

You rolled your eyes at his name for himself. "Okay, five-star Michelin Felix."

He grinned hearing you call him this. "Hey, I like the sound of that."

"Of course you would," you said, crossing your arms over your chest. "You're so full of yourself." 

He shrugged before turning to you and said smugly, "How can I not be when I have such a…what did you say? A pretty face?" 

Actually, what you had said was that he had a stupid pretty face, but you didn’t mention that. However, now that he knew that you liked him and thought he was pretty you knew he was never going to let you live that down since he seemed to take joy in teasing you about it. 

"Uh…you're such a tease!" You whined to him, causing him to laugh. "Just tell me your secret to those brownies."

Felix perked up at the mention of his trademark dessert that had gotten him his first five-star rating from your instructor. 

"Oh, my secret is I…" he paused for a moment as he looked at you, and his smile turned slightly devilish. "I put in a food that is an aphrodisiac," he admitted, cheekily. "Can you guess what?" 

Instantly, your mouth fell open at his reveal. 

Oh, that is genius, you thought. That also helped to explain your teacher's rather overzealous reaction to Felix’s dessert. 

"What was it?" You asked him. "The cacao nibs?" 

You knew chocolate could be an aphrodisiac but Felix just shook his head before moving across the room to head over to one of the refrigerators. You watched him grab something out of it and then make his way back over to you, this time his hands holding something in a bag so its contents you couldn't see.

"Open," he said as he stood in front of you now. 

"Huh?" You questioned, but the moment your mouth opened to say that, you felt Felix suddenly pop something into your mouth.

Embarrassed by the sudden gesture, you felt your cheeks burn as your hands came up to cup your mouth. That's when you tasted the sweet, tart flavor of a familiar fruit and you instantly realized what it was. 

"The pomegranate," you said as you sucked on the sweet fruit seed that was now spreading across your tongue's palate.

Felix nodded. "The brownies I had made were pomegranate brownies with sea salt. The pomegranate is known to be an aphrodisiac. It's said to heighten the senses, boost testosterone and get the juices flowing…"

You winced at him as you finished eating the fruit. Oh, he was really good.

"That's not fair!" You suddenly erupted at him, annoyed by his trick to getting a higher grade than you. 

But he just grinned back cheekily, before saying, "Hey, you know what they say. If you can't stand the heat, then stay out of the kitchen." 

He winked at you as he popped some of the pomegranate seeds into his own mouth, with a smirk causing you to feel rather flustered. 

Pushing away from the counter, you rolled up your sleeves so that you could go back to the dishes you had been previously cleaning before. 

"We're supposed to be cleaning," you told him, changing the subject. "You said you would help me clean the classroom."

He chuckled as he placed the fruit down and then went back to grab the broom again.

"No worries, y/n," he said as he started to sweep the floor once again. "You won't have to do this alone anymore." He looked up at you and smiled. "From now on, I'm gonna be by your side. I promise." 

You felt your heart skip a beat as you got the feeling he meant he would be by your side in more than just helping you clean up the class, but that he would be by your side as a friend, too.

You smiled to yourself as you went back to cleaning, this time alongside the person you could now call your new friend. 

As you thought about it, you found it kind of funny. You had been considering Felix your arch nemesis, literally ever since he had stepped foot inside your favorite class, but who knew that all it would take was a food fight to get you two to finally make peace?

[ofthecaravel]

If Walls Could Talk

The second part to a Danny Wagner/Sam Kiszka oneshot cause I'm a damn dirty liar

Part 1

Summary: Jake and Josh are convinced Sam has a secret, so they rope Danny (the secret) into their investigation.

Tags: Brotherly plotting, goofs, minor steaminess towards the end

Words: 3k

A/N: Yeahhh I decided to expand on this idea. I got the idea of Jake and Josh getting involved and being goofuses and couldn't resist. And maybe I have plans for future installments...

~~~

Sam had been 21 for a month now, and something was horribly wrong.

“Alright, I want theories,” Josh said, throwing his bag on a chair as the door to Jake’s apartment slammed behind him and he collapsed on the couch. “Go.”

“Demonic possession,” Jake answered immediately, spinning in his computer chair to face his brother. “Ghost possession.”

“Mmm, I’m not sure,” Josh countered. “Haven’t seen his head spin yet.”

“Doesn’t mean it hasn’t.”

“So true, so true,” Josh muttered, wrinkling his nose in thought. “I was thinking cult indoctrination. We don’t know what he’s being taught at that fancy shmancy school of his. All old, prestigious universities have at least one underground society.”

“They’d be getting to him kind of late,” Jake pointed out. “If I wanted to rope someone into my cult, I’d get them when they were a freshman, not a senior.”

“A cult would explain the cheerfulness, though,” Josh argued, kicking his legs up against the wall, his curls grazing the carpet as he looked up at his twin’s upside down face. “What with the love bombing and all. He’s just so uncharacteristically…”

“Bubbly,” Jake finished for him, giving sarcastic jazz hands. “Bright and happy!”

“I’m so glad it’s not just me who noticed,” Josh said, recalling how his lunch with Sam just hours before had gone by without a single complaint about…well, anything. Usually, Sam had a list of gripes about his professors, his classmates, or his job in the chem lab that he’d go through. But this time, he had just cheerfully tucked into a big cranberry salad and babbled about the many petri dishes he was tending to for his capstone class. 

“We need to consider plain old hysteria,” Jake offered, thinking about how he had taken Sam and Danny out for brunch in the afternoon after the party and observed how the dark cloud that usually accompanied Sam’s hangovers had been noticeably absent. Now that he thought about it, Sam hadn’t seemed hungover at all. He had been practically bouncing out of the booth, giggling and bothering Danny every 3 seconds between bites of pancake. It wasn’t unusual for him to bug Danny, but it had been a little much even for him. Jake had even asked around to see if anybody at the party remembered giving Sam any kind of upper, but he had only been more confused to hear the overwhelming majority had barely even seen Sam that night. Putting pieces together, Jake suddenly sat upright and his eyebrows shot up.

“You don’t think he has a…?” Jake trailed off, Josh picking up what he was insinuating and clumsily climbing back onto the couch so he could see Jake face to face.

“A girlfriend?” Josh whispered, and Jake couldn’t help but let out a low whistle at the possibility. He crossed his legs and arms, his foot bouncing as they quietly pondered the thought. Sam wasn’t one to keep a girlfriend for more than a month. But he had always been a little perkier when he was dating someone, so it wasn’t out of the question.

“Do you think we’d know her?” 

“No way,” Josh said, shaking his head. “Probably one of the super smart nerd babes in one of his classes. I don’t think he’d ever get together with anybody outside of school. He likes girls with brains.”

“And heart,” Jake added. “He’s actually kind of a romantic when he’s not being entirely insufferable.”

“Ew.”

“I know.”

“This is so crazy,” Josh marveled. “Do you think he knows we know?”

“No way,” Jake laughed. “He definitely thinks he’s being subtle.”

“Sam is as subtle as a groan tube.”

“Amen to that,” Jake agreed, slapping his knees and getting to his feet. “I need a beer. Want one?”

“Let’s toast to Sammy and his little girlfriend!” Josh crowed, reaching a hand out and catching the can with shocking grace when Jake tossed it from the kitchen. 

“Cheers!” Jake cheered, clinking his can loudly against Josh’s with a celebratory whoop. “You know who we should ask about this?”

“Oh yeah!” Josh hummed through a sip. “That’s a great idea.”

“If anyone would know what’s going on-”

“It’s Danny.”

~~

“Would you happen to know why Josh is spam calling me?”

Danny was laying on his bed with Sam sprawled over top of him, his cheek resting on his chest while they watched a show on his terrible, small TV. This was a new routine of theirs and it was quickly becoming one of his favorites. He selfishly wished that Sam would just stay with him in his crappy little apartment all day everyday just so Danny could devote as much time as possible to raking his fingers through his soft hair and blowing raspberries on the top of Sam’s head that made him squeal in outrage. However, it was becoming increasingly difficult to focus on the show and his gorgeous best friend in his arms when his phone on the nightstand kept ringing repeatedly, the vibrations buzzing furiously on the wood like a fly in his ear. Everytime he checked, it was Josh’s contact photo flashing on the screen.

“Beats me,” Sam mumbled against Danny’s shirt. 

“Should I pick it up? He never calls me,” Danny worried, watching his phone start rattling a new round of his ringtone. “Maybe it’s serious.”

“Nah,” Sam drawled, smacking Danny’s hand so his phone fell back on the nightstand. “If it was serious, he’d call me first. More hair playing, please and thank you.”

“That might be the first time I’ve heard you say either of those words,” Danny teased and Sam harrumphed in protest, gently smacking Danny’s face next. “Hey!”

“You’re being a bad cuddler,” Sam whined, nuzzling his cheek more against Danny’s chest and fidgeting. Danny scoffed and smoothed Sam’s hair back, still hopelessly endeared by him even when he was being annoying.

“Then you can go find somebody else to lay on,” Danny leaned in and whispered in Sam’s ear, suddenly shifting and flipping onto his side, sending a screaming Sam flailing off of the bed and onto the floor while Danny scooped up his phone and answered it.

“Hi, Josh,” Danny answered cheerfully while Sam hurled obscenities from the floor. Danny peeked over the edge of the bed, sticking his tongue out when Sam threw him the middle finger with both hands. “What’s up?”

“Finally!” Josh sighed, his voice so loud that Danny had to hold the phone away from his ear. “I thought you were never going to pick up.”

“You couldn’t just text me?”

“Absolutely not,” Josh replied as if it was the most ridiculous suggestion he had ever heard. “This is a matter of the highest security and discretion.”

“Do tell,” Danny said casually while Sam, still on the ground, reached up, grabbed the pillow out from under Danny’s head, and half heartedly tried to smother him with it. “You have my full attention.”

“Jake’s here too, say hi Jake,” Josh said, and after a moment of rustling, Jake’s voice piped up. “Hi, Dan.”

“Hi, guys,” Danny replied, curiosity creeping into his tone. “Care to explain what’s going on?”

“We have a conspiracy theory,” Josh whispered into the phone, and he heard Jake making ghostly noises in the background. “And we need your help investigating it.”

“Okay?”

“You’re not with Sam right now, are you?”

Danny looked down at Sam on the floor, who had put the pillow under his own head and was scowling up at Danny, flipping him the middle finger yet again.

“Nope,” Danny answered, giving Sam a kissy face and flopping back onto the bed. “Why?”

“Do you know what he’s up to right now?”

“Uh,” Danny paused. “I think he just said he was busy today. Again, why?”

“Interesting,” Josh hummed. “Has he been vague about his whereabouts with you, too?”

“Sort of,” Danny stammered, rolling over and throwing Sam a concerned look, who gave him a questioning look back. “He’s been busy, that’s all I know. I mean, it’s the end of the semester so that’s not too shocking.”

“We think he might be seeing someone,” Josh proposed amusedly and Danny’s heart started racing anxiously. He sat straight up and did his best to make a shocked noise. 

“You think?” Danny squeaked. Sam sat up and gave him another confused look.

“For sure,” Jake answered, taking the phone from Josh. “Haven’t you noticed he’s been super weird lately? He’s been so cheery and downright merry. He’s usually miserable this time of year.”

“I guess he has been a little more upbeat lately,” Danny agreed, feeling a little warmth in his stomach. Did he really do that to Sam? Did he make him so happy that everyone around them could see it?

“But he hasn’t said anything about a girlfriend to you?” Josh asked.

“Nope,” Danny answered truthfully. 

“Wow. I’m shocked he wouldn’t even tell you. He tells you everything.”

Sam was starting to get impatient and got up and scrambled onto the bed again, straddling Danny and making a move to grab the phone. 

“No!” Danny whispered, palming Sam’s face and holding him back while Sam struggled, whispering obscenities and swinging his arms. “Give me a second!”

“Are you talking about me?” Sam asked, his voice barely audible, both of them still respecting the rules of being on the phone even though both sides had gone silent. 

“Just be patient!” Danny hissed, pushing square against Sam’s chest and pinning him to the bed with one hand while he cradled the phone in the crook of his shoulder and brought it to his ear. “Sorry, Josh, what?”

“Ooh, do you have a guueesst over?” Josh whistled, no doubt wiggling his eyebrows while he said it. Jake wolf whistled in the background and Danny groaned.

“Shut up, you guys,” he complained. “Stay focused. What do you want me to do?”

“We just want you to poke around,” Josh explained as Danny tried to keep Sam quiet, who was still wiggling and grinning wickedly in Danny’s firm grip. “Ask him if he’s been hanging out with anybody.”

“Try and hang out with him as much as you can,” Jake added. “We’re trying to get a name out of this. We want socials we can stalk.”

“Wouldn’t you rather wait for him to bring it up?” Danny countered, making a “ssh!” face as Sam giggled under him. “Maybe there’s a reason he hasn’t said anything.”

“No, we’d rather be nosy,” Josh said in a deadpan, and Danny heard Jake cackle in the background. “He clearly likes her enough to not mention her to us.”

“And that’s so much worse,” Jake continued. “So, are you up for it?”

“I suppose I could do some sleuthing,” Danny smiled, starting to become increasingly distracted by the color flushing in Sam’s face as Danny held him down. “I’ll get back to you with what I know as soon as I can, okay?”

“You’re a peach, Wagner,” Josh grinned through the receiver. “We knew we could count on you.”

“Give him hell, Swaggy!” Jake crowed, and Danny laughed.

“Love you guys, talk to you later!” Danny chirped hurriedly, cutting off Josh’s loud kissing noises by hanging up and tossing his phone onto the nightstand. 

“What did those hippies want?” Sam asked, running his fingers through Danny’s curls as Danny hovered over him, propping himself up on an elbow with a hand still firmly on Sam’s diaphragm. 

“They’re pretty sure you have a girlfriend,” Danny said, and Sam let out a harsh laugh, shaking his head.

“God, they’re the worst,” Sam laughed, rolling his eyes. “I can’t keep anything from them. They’re going to be poking their noses in my business until I’m 102.”

“And they want me to find out who she is,” Danny went on.

“Oh, man…” Sam sighed. 

“Is there any particular reason you haven’t told them yet?” Danny prodded, his thumb swiping soothingly, wrinkling the thin fabric of Sam’s shirt. “They think it’s some kind of a big deal.”

 Sam hesitated, watching the movement of Danny’s hand on his chest before covering it with his own.

“My brothers think everything is a big deal,” Sam muttered. “I don’t know. I mean, they’re going to be jazzed about it, they love you. I just…I don’t know.”

“No, I get it,” Danny replied, his stomach sinking a little bit. He knew Sam wasn’t embarrassed of him or anything, but…

“I’ll tell them soon,” Sam promised, flashing the doe eyes he knew made Danny melt. Danny’s face immediately softened and the jackrabbit panic in Sam’s chest calmed a little at the sight. “I swear. I know it’s important to you.”

“You’re pretty sweet sometimes, you know that?” Danny grinned, dipping his head to plant a kiss on Sam’s cheek, who chuckled at the contact. “Could be fun to play along for a little bit, too.”

“Yeah?” Sam asked, nuzzling his nose against Danny’s. “You wanna do a big, dramatic reveal?”

“It’s probably the last thing they expect,” Danny pointed out, pausing to peck Sam lightly on the mouth, who chased after his lips with a frown when he pulled back just as quickly as he had struck. “Imagine the looks on their faces when I tell them I’ve done all this investigative work just to find out that Sam’s super secret girlfriend is none other than…wait for it…”

“Oh, let me guess!” Sam mocked in Josh’s parroting voice, arching an eyebrow and pretending to think deeply. “The Queen of England?”

“No, no, she’s too good for you!” Danny growled in Jake’s beloved yet atrocious fake British accent. “It’s gotta be…the lady giraffe at the zoo!”

“She’s a little short for my taste,” Sam teased, holding Danny’s hair up over his head and waving it as if caught in a wind. “I like ‘em tall.”

“How tall do you think I am?” Danny scoffed, straightening his arms so he was planking over Sam, his hair falling in a dark curtain that made the rest of the room fall away so the only thing he could see was Sam. And he certainly didn’t mind the view, especially when it was looking up at him with a light in his eyes that seemed to shine only for him.

“Not tall enough,” Sam smiled cheekily and Danny raised an eyebrow at him.

“Whatever.” Danny lowered himself again so that he was draped over Sam, the tips of their noses touching again. “I’m still your super secret special girlfriend.”

“You’re my super secret special dumbass,” Sam assured him with puckered lips, jutting his chin out in a lazy attempt to steal a kiss. “Come here.”

“I want to hear you say it,” Danny breathed, stopping Sam’s lips with his pointer finger, gingerly pressing the tip of his finger against the soft, pink flesh before tapping his nose. “And then I’ll think about it.”

“To be fair,” Sam retorted, biting at Danny’s finger when he pulled it back. “You never officially asked me.”

“I didn’t realize you were expecting a whole big thing.”

“I was expecting bread and circus. Doves and rose petals.”

“I confessed to you under the stars on your birthday, what more do you want from me? Sheesh. Picky, picky.”

“You’re the worst boyfriend I’ve ever had,” Sam declared. 

“I’ll take it!” Danny beamed, colliding the grin that was breaking out over his face into Sam, who accepted it with his own smile. Sam then drowned him in a long kiss, holding him close with his hands tangled comfortably in his curls and his legs slotted between Danny’s in a way that he had started to make a habit. 

In fact, since their night on the roof, Sam had found it extremely difficult to keep his hands off of his best friend. He had been into Danny for what felt like forever, so now that he had his chance to have him all to himself, he was doing everything in his power not to waste it. His brother’s suspicions made sense when he put into perspective just how often he had begun to ignore their texts or offers to hang out in favor of beelining to Danny’s apartment after school or work and staying for as long as he could before his next class. But how could he not? Danny was all over him too. A kiss on the roof had led to a locked door, shirts on the floor, and a few days recycling the same turtleneck until the marks that had bloomed under Danny’s teeth had faded. Not much had changed in that regard, except that now Danny had the restraint and wherewithal to leave bruises where they couldn’t be seen by curious coworkers or ridiculously nosy brothers. 

“Okay, fine,” Sam whined as Danny worked his shirt over his head and left a barrage of light kisses against the achingly sensitive skin on his neck. “Maybe you’re not the worst boyfriend in the world.”

“Gee, thanks,” Danny murmured against his skin, his tongue darting out and making Sam hum as he cradled Danny’s head against him. “Good to know I just need to get you worked up a little bit to be nicer to me.”

“Take me all the way and I’ll be more than nice,” Sam purred, flattening his hands against Danny’s back under his shirt and raking his nails down, making Danny groan into his neck.

“Kinda slutty of you,” Daniel chuckled, coming back up for air and gazing down at Sam with pink cheeks and the freckles on his nose so close that Sam was tempted to nip each and every one. 

“You love that about me,” Sam teased, smoothing his palms over Danny’s lower back and hips as he watched his eyelids flutter and the warm hazel of his eyes get swallowed up by his pupils.

“You have no idea,” Danny groaned lowly, descending on Sam hungrily.

If he was being tasked with keeping an eye on him, he figured he might as well make it both worth their while. 

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