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lilacs-stars · 3 months ago

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a night to remember

this is part 2, recommended you read part 1 first! (to avoid confusion) pairing: james hook x fem!reader (requested) (note: reader is glinda the good witch's daughter) SUMMARY: one day, you find a mysterious note in your locker from a certain pirate. who knows where it'll end up taking you—and your interesting relationship with him. GENRE: very wholesome despite the intro (I swear), fluff, some teasing and banter, reader being oblivious, mutual pining, just relationship cuteness overall CW: not much, mentions getting tipsy (not from alcohol), one little dirty joke if you squint hard enough WC: 7.5k

A/N: the title was inspired by the song of the same name by beabadoobee and laufey (I recommend listening to it while reading, as it sets the mood nicely!) james hook is literally so gentleman coded you can’t convince me otherwise. also I randomly thought of male characters using "m'lady" and now I'm obsessed...this was made to be pure, feet-kicking and giggling inducing fluff, so enjoy! thanks again to the anon who requested this, hope you like it! please leave feedback and suggestions, hearing your thoughts makes me so happy! :))

You stare down at the drink in your hand, the realization of what it is slowly dawning upon you.

Mouth agape in pure disbelief, you glance up at the man sitting in front of you. The devilish glint in his eyes, rivaled only by the shine of his metal hook, sends chills down your spine—making it terribly clear why he brought you.

Oh god, you think. How in the world did I get here?

You make your way through the bustling halls of Merlin Academy, trying your best to not get jostled by the ruckus of the crowd.

Honestly, who puts people’s classes on the sixth floor and their lockers on the first? you mentally grumble, finally reaching the dreaded staircase that you climb up and down dozens of times each day.

After descending the five flights of stairs, you’re completely out of breath by the time you reach your locker. You tap the lock with your pointer finger three times, a magical device inside reading your fingerprint. It clicks open, and your locker door swings out towards you.

Reaching to place your books inside and take out some new ones for the rest of the day's classes, you’re shocked by something that slips out as soon as the door opens. A white piece of paper sways back and forth as it falls to the floor, right next to your feet.

You bend down to pick it up. Upon closer inspection, you learn that it’s not a piece of paper; it’s a small packet, stapled in the corner. At the top, in neat, printed letters, are the words “ENCHANTMENT OF MAGICAL OBJECTS: UNIT 3 WRITTEN TEST.”

Below it, a line is provided for the student's name. Scribbled down in a fancy, yet somehow still messy and barely legible font, is the name “James Hook.”

He left me his test? you question. You don’t even bother wondering how he broke into your locker; after that little incident where he stole your ring, you have resigned yourself to not being surprised at his so-called “bad boy” antics. He is a villain, after all.

This test was one that your class had been preparing for quite some time. It mainly centered the theory of enchantments, with the most difficult one being the Aiming Spell. Thankfully, you had taught Hook most of the material during your study session last week, specifically focusing on helping him improve his Aiming Spell (although maybe he got a little too good, considering how he pulled off that ring trick).

Your confusion regarding the test placed in your locker lasts only a second longer, until you notice that in the top right corner, a big, circled "87%" is written in bright red pen.

The number stays for a brief moment, before the red ink rearranges itself on the page, morphing into a “B+”.

Wait…that’s really good. For him, at least, you think. Is this really all because of your one tutoring session? You have always thought that you’re pretty good at teaching other people, but you never considered yourself a miracle worker. He must think it is because of me, I guess. Otherwise, he wouldn't have left this in here.

Even though you know you’re probably not supposed to, your curiosity gets the better of you, and you flip back the front cover to check what he got wrong.

As soon as you lift the top page, another piece of paper falls out of the test. This time, it’s smaller, a faint beige color tinting the sheet.

You reach down once again to pick it up as you notice that this one is actually an envelope. Glancing at the back, which appears to be empty, you flip it over to the front side. It bears a wax seal embossed with an emblem of two crossed pirate swords.

Carefully peeling back the top of the envelope so as to not rip the delicate paper, you pull out the note inside. There isn’t much writing on the plain paper, but it’s in the same handwriting as before. Very intrigued at this unusual occurrence of events, you read the few lines of text keenly.

“Friday, 6 pm. The Rogers Place.

Make sure to wear your fanciest dress.

Meet me there. I’ll be waiting.”

...What? You’re too stunned to even think. What is this? There’s no way he’s actually asking you out…on a date.

This has to be a joke, right? A study session was one thing, but this, this, meetup, is something entirely different. He even asked to meet you outside of school. You've heard before of the restaurant he mentioned, although you've never actually gone there yourself. Based on what you've gathered, it's a popular, rather formal place run by Eudora Rogers and her young daughter, Tiana, in memory of her beloved husband.

So why in the name of the heavens would James Hook ask you, someone who has no dating experience whatsoever, of all people, to go with him to dinner? “Wear your fanciest dress”? What is this guy thinking?

In utter disbelief, you flip over the note, checking the back to make sure you haven’t missed something. To your surprise, there is some writing scrawled on the back, which reads: “Your payment for helping me pass my test.”

Right…so…he’s asking you out on a—no, it’s not a date, you remind yourself, yet again. He’s simply doing a nice act to return the favor. This was probably the only thing that came to his mind. Silencing the little voice in your head that whispers, “Why would the first thing that came to his mind be asking you out to dinner?”, you stuff the envelope and note in your bookbag, holding on to the test to give back to him sometime.

As you walk down the hallway, rushing to get to your next class, you don’t see the figure lurking behind the corner at the other end of the corridor.

He smirks, knowing he has you right where he wants you.

This one? No, it’s too casual.

How about this one? No, it’s not fancy enough.

This? Too sparkly.

That? Not sparkly enough.

You sigh, flopping onto your bed amidst a pile of dresses. It’s a few hours after school let out, on the day you’ve been anticipating all week long. And, not surprisingly, you can’t decide what in the world to wear. After all, it’s not like you’ve been out on lots of not-dates to know what a typical outfit would be like.

You stare up at the ceiling, sighing again for what must be the hundredth time this night. At times like this, you seriously wish you had a roommate. You've always had your dorm all to yourself, and sure, it is really nice most of the time. You can relax and unwind in solitude, with no one distracting you or pestering you with trivial matters while you study. However, there are the rare few occasions where you long to have someone close, to help you out or give you advice.

After holding up quite a few more dresses in the mirror, you finally decide on the one with the fewest number of cons, from the mental list you made for each dress. Slipping it on—albeit with much difficulty, since who designed dresses to be so frilly to the point where you can't even find where to put your head?—you stare at your reflection, completely enamored by the person you see staring back at you. You’re not really used to wearing fancy things like this, which is probably the reason why you barely recognize yourself.

Twirling around, head over your shoulder as you keep your gaze locked on the mirror, you realize why people have always told you that you have a striking resemblance to your mother. Your outfit consists of a ballgown-style dress, which really is the only type you have in your closet. Even though it’s a bit uncomfortable, the fitted bodice making it rather hard to take a full breath and the off-the-shoulder neckline compelling you to constantly tug it up to prevent it from slipping, it still is absolutely gorgeous. The short sleeves complement the torso, and the full skirt, all puffed up with layers of tulle, swishes elegantly as you move around. The bodice is densely embellished with small rhinestones, mostly at the top, with the gems growing sparser farther down the dress. A few crystals are set into the skirt just below the waistline, creating a scattered, shimmering effect reminiscent of the stars in a night sky.

Even though you aren’t a fan of fancy dresses, you must admit, you absolutely adore this one.

Finishing off the look with some jewelry and accessories, you take one last look at yourself in the mirror. You've never been one to be arrogant, but it's still hard not to think that even though this is certainly not a date, maybe, just maybe, Hook might be a little more interested in you after tonight.

“Um…hi?” you say, timid voice rising into a question from your uncertainty.

After getting dressed, you made your way to the restaurant. Fighting the deep-rooted urge to get there early as possible, you took the long route, not wanting to be the first to arrive. I’ll make him wait for me this time, you decided with an evil little smirk, thinking back to the day of your study session and the long minutes you had agonizingly spent wondering if he was going to show up.

Now, you stand in front of the reception desk, peering up at a waiter ordering papers. Fiddling with the lace gloves covering your hands, you add, “I don’t know if my name is ion the reservation or anything…”

Honestly, you’re not quite sure what to do at this point. All Hook had instructed you was to show up at the restaurant at this time. Part of you had expected him to be waiting by the door, but now that you see he isn't, your nervousness rises.

“Are you Y/N?” the server questions, glancing down at something on the small podium-like stand.

“Uh, yes, I am,” you reply.

“A young man has made a reservation for the two of you. He’s already waiting for you out on the patio. If you’ll follow me,” the waiter informs you, grabbing a menu from his stack and leading you through the bustling restaurant.

You follow him, feeling incredibly bashful as you swerve around tables and people alike. You finally reach a large set of doors in one of the seating areas, which the waiter opens for you.

Stepping through the threshold, you sense the cool rush of the evening air welcome you out. The sky has already begun to dim, a few faint stars gleaming against the dark backdrop. Spread out in front of you is an array of tables, most of them small enough for only two people. The low lighting, coming solely from flickering candles and glowing lanterns strung throughout the area, paired with the singular rose set in a vase at the center each table and a faint, slow jazz song playing somewhere in the background, makes for the most romantic of settings you could have possibly imagined.

Your breath is completely taken away as the server leads you through the arrangements of seats. It’s sparsely crowded, with only a few couples seated here and there, each enjoying an amorous dinner.

The server stops at a circular, two-seated table close to the edge, overlooking a magnificent view of the city down below. A few feet in front ahead and sitting with his back towards you, the only object of your thoughts for these past few hours turns his head in your direction, probably upon hearing the clacking of your high-heeled shoes.

Although you’ve tried your best to convince yourself that this, in fact, is not a date, you simply can’t deny the way his entire expression light up at the mere sight of you. Hook stands up, unabashedly eyeing you up and down slowly, taking all of you in.

A small smile tugs at his lips as he takes your hand in his, once again bowing down to place a kiss on your ring—it appears that this has become a routine, which you can't exactly say you mind.

You don't miss how he pauses for just a moment, noticing the way your ring is still on your ring finger, unchanged from the place he left it. Holding your breath, your heart beats faster as you worry about what he thinks of it. To your relief, he doesn’t say anything, instead kissing the gemstone and straightening back up again, but not before ever so softly—yet still with obvious intentionality—brushing his lips against your finger, deliberately tracing your skin with an agonizingly slow pace as his warm breath sets your every nerve on fire.

“M’lady,” he breathes, standing to meet your gaze. His casual nonchalance is a stark difference from the way you struggle to regain your composure, hating how even the smallest of actions from him can elicit such a reaction from you.

As you study him, you notice that he had a significant wardrobe change too; instead of his usual pirate attire, he dons a dark maroon frock coat, embroidered with intricate swirls and designs. He definitely made an attempt at looking a bit more classy, with his hair neater than usual and the collar of his shirt tidily done. You could even swear that his hook looked more polished than usual, and that he carried the faint, odd trace of expensive cologne.

The server leaves the menu on your table and walks away with a polite nod of his head. Hook steps over to the chair opposite the one he had been sitting in, pulling it out for you in a manner that is far too gentlemanly for what you're used to seeing from him, gesturing at you to sit down with a wave of his shiny metal hook.

Overwhelmingly flattered, you walk over, smoothing your skirt beneath you as you take your seat. Hook pushes your chair in, before going back to the other side of the table to take his own seat.

Not sure what else to do, you pick up your menu and glance over it. “Decide what you’re going to order yet?” Hook asks you.

“No, you?”

“They already took my order, but I told them to wait on preparing my food until you had ordered as well.”

They already took his order? How long has he been here? you wonder. You glance at your wristwatch, seeing that it’s only a few minutes past six o’clock. Deciding to shrug it off, you go back to looking at your menu, despite not being able to fight the voice in your head that whispers about how you should've gotten here earlier, that he had probably been waiting for you, all alone, for quite some time.

“It’s so hard to decide,” you say with a halfhearted laugh, trying to fill up the heavy silence. You peruse the menu more carefully this time, marveling at how many different dishes are listed. Finally, after reading through the entire thing a few more times, you settle on the one that sounds the best.

After only a few moments, the server comes back around and takes your order. “A fine choice, ma’am,” he comments as you tell him your choice of entrée. You notice that all of the waiters here wear fancy black suits and come with a pristine white cloth draped over their arm. Huh, how fancy, you think to yourself. I never knew this place was so formal.

“So, Hook,” you begin, “Why did you bring me here?”

“Didn’t you read my note? It’s a thank-you for helping me pass my test. The teacher was very impressed with my score, you know,” he responds indifferently.

You give him a small sigh, paired with a gentle smile—your attempt at hiding the twinge of disappointment dancing in your eyes. “I did, but you didn’t have to treat me to dinner. A simple note would have sufficed.”

Hook looks at you, dark brown eyes wide and holding your gaze with an intensity you’ve never known. “Sufficed? I don’t want to just suffice. I want to give you a memorable night. An unforgettable experience.” “I don’t think I could ever forget a charming pirate with a hook for a hand,” you laugh, teasing him lightly. Instead of laughing along with you, Hook stares at you for another moment, studying you with slightly scrunched brows and an indecipherable expression on his face. You grow uneasy at his burning look, shifting in your seat as you wonder why he’s watching you so intently.

However, the tense awkwardness in the air lasts for only a minute, before Hook breaks into one of his famous smirks as he replies, “Oh, charming, am I? I know you can’t stop thinking about me, love.”

“Th-that’s not what I meant!” you cry, leaning across the table to give him a small push. He breaks into a laugh, his lips curling up into yet another genuine smile as he leans back just out of your reach. His mirthful expression makes you realize that he had been simply joking, causing your face to burn up as your mind replays your rather dramatic reaction. Honestly, you can never really tell whether he’s being serious or just messing with you.

“Settle down, love. Wouldn’t want you ruining that pretty dress of yours,” he responds, twisting to the side again to prevent getting smacked by you.

You two continue making small talk, still partaking in your teasing, only slightly annoying banter. Before you know it, a waiter is walking towards your table with two platters, one in each hand.

The server sets down the plates on your table, the dishes both looking absolutely delectable. Along with the food, he places two matching beverages in front of you two.

You thank him, and he bows again before leaving. Turning back to Hook, you watch with a slight arch of your eyebrows as he raises his drink in the air.

“A toast,” he says. “To continuing our little dates.”

You roll your eyes, not bothering to correct him this time. Lifting your own glass, you add, “And to you continuing to get good grades.” He smiles at this, before lifting the drink to his lips. Perceptive as always, you notice how his eyes follow your hand as you bring the glass to your mouth.

A sudden, fleeting doubt crosses your mind at his suspicious behavior. Glancing down at the drink skeptically, you notice its unique bright red color. You lower +it slightly and sniff it, then bring it down from your face, fixing a glare at Hook. “You think I don’t know what this is?”

“Oh, I know you do. That’s what I was counting on, at least.”

You persist with your glare. You've spent many hours reading up on different potions and elixirs, so you're no stranger to the drink in your hand. It's a popular one known as the Lovers' Lascivious Lure, a beverage with a fruit punch-like taste, plus a little kick. The real reason for its fame, however, is the touch of love potion that gets mixed in. Not enough to truly make someone fall in love with you or intoxicate them, but rather something that is favored by couples looking to get a little tipsy in love on their night out.

You set the glass down on the table, not breaking your gaze away for a second as you continue to glower at the person sitting across you.

“It’s rude to not drink after a toast, darling,” Hook says, raising his eyebrows at you.

“I don’t care, I’m not drinking that,” you reply irritatedly.

“Fine. Your loss, love.”

You watch in complete shock, eyes blown wide and mouth agape as Hook brings his drink up to his lips again, tipping back his head as he gulps the entire thing down in one go.

“I’d drink yours as well, darling, but I’d hate for you to be forced to walk me home, instead of the other way around,” Hook spouts with a bit too much added expression, slightly swaying as the effects of the potion kick in.

You continue to stare at him, concern etched into your features, knowing full well that this drink is designed to be sipped slowly throughout a leisurely dinner, one with much idle conversation and flirtatious looks. Not to be downed all at once. You honestly don’t know what the side effects are to consuming a large amount very quickly, but you pray that the potion is weak enough so as to not cause actual harm—or any other effects—to him.

“So, love,” Hook drawls in a low tone, leaning in. “Anything you feel like telling me?”

“You’re the one who drank the liquid courage, not me,” you point out, fixing him with another look. “Honestly, I’m not sure how much longer you’re going to last like this.”

At your words, Hook’s dazed expression suddenly disappears, instead replaced by a very serious, stern face. “Oh, I assure you, love, I can last very long.”

You blink, a tad confused at why he said that with such a strong conviction. Brushing it off, you look down at your food again, your mouth already watering. “Come on, our food’s going to get cold, and it looks far too delicious to waste.”

Hook agrees, unrolling his utensils instead of shooting back a one-liner, much to your surprise. You’re even more taken aback at the way he drapes the white cloth, which previously held his cutlery, over his legs as he begins to eat, keeping up with his very proper etiquette. He does everything with utterly perfect decorum, from holding his fork and knife in the correct positions to cutting all his food into little pieces. You honestly don't know why this comes as such a shock to you; he has been employing rather polite manners all evening, after all. It appears, you realize, that you’ve always subconsciously believed the stereotypes that pirates are unruly creatures, which therefore must mean they eat messily.

Apparently, this pirate doesn’t.

You both make small talk as you enjoy your food, which is every bit as delicious and succulent as it looked. All the different components are cooked to a perfect degree; not raw or difficult to chew, but not burnt, either. Rich, deep, aromatic spices have always been the staple of this restaurant, and for good reason. You have no clue what flavorings they used, but whatever they are, they taste unlike anything you've ever eaten in your entire life, like an otherworldly meal sent from the heavens. To top it all off, the food also comes with piquant side dishes, followed by desserts that are absolutely decadent and make you melt with every bite you take.

After you both have had your share, Hook motions to the waiter for the check. You had slipped some extra cash into your handbag before coming, not sure what the expectation would be for who paid. As the waiter returns with the small black book in his hand, you turn to Hook.

“I can pay, if you want,” you offer.

Hook quirks his brow as he gives you a look, before reaching into his coat pocket. “Come now, don’t be ridiculous, love. What kind of a man would I be if I didn’t pay for you? Especially considering that I was the one who asked you out.”

You blink hard, barely aware of your small nod towards him, your mind racing as the waiter gives Hook the check. You blankly watch him scribble a signature before handing it back, trying to process what he just said. “...asked you out…” Does that mean he actually considers this as a date? Especially since he offered to pay for you…Heavens, what is going on?

Your eyes trail the waiter as he leaves, just as Hook turns back to you. “All finished?”

“Yeah,” you confirm. “So…what now?” You aren't quite sure whether or not he's planning on walking you home like he mentioned earlier, but you do know that you're not ready to part quite so soon. Averting his gaze, you instead choose to look down at the candle flickering in the middle of your table. It is now very dark outside, to the point where the flame’s meager light shines with a bright luminosity. Entranced by the fire, you stare intently at its dancing movements, attention fully consumed by how the flame appears to be practically alive.

“Now,” Hook says with a glint in his eyes, causing your head to snap back up, “I have something to show you.”

“Something to show me?” you repeat. “Show me what?”

“I guess you’ll have to wait and see once we get there, love.”

“Once we get there? Hook, where are we going?”

He gives a smug, knowing grin. “You’ll see. Just be patient, darling.” He notices the skeptical look you still have, so he adds, “Trusting me last time turned out good, right? So trust me one more time. I promise you’ll like your surprise.”

You consider his words, hating how he had a point. “Fine,” you huff. “Lead the way, I guess.”

You start to push your chair back to get up, but Hook chides, “Ah ah ah, no you don’t,” standing up himself before walking behind you. He grips the back of your chair and pulls it out for you, before offering his good hand to help you stand too.

Once again, you’re rather shocked at his well-mannered behaviors and courteous gestures. As you accept his outstretched arm, you wonder how in the world this is the same person who was, only a few days ago, leaning back in his chair with his feet up, flinging magical disks across the room.

Getting up, you hesitate for a moment, freezing in place now that you’re level with his eyes. You haven’t been this close to him since that pivotal day during your study session, and your breath gets taken away once again by the proximity.

His angular features and sharp jawline catch your attention, causing your legs to stagger as your gaze wanders down to his soft, plush lips, which definitely stand out amidst the rest of his chiseled face. You had never noticed how his eyeliner also traces his bottom lash line, making his eyes pop whenever he widens them, or how part of his hair swoops to the side and slightly covers his forehead. It dawns on you that you’ve always overlooked the two small silver earrings that dangle from his ears, or the chain around his neck with a cross on it, usually hidden by the collar of his shirt.

Not aware of how you’re just standing there paralyzed, you commit to memory the small details about him you’ve never really seen before. Even though the inside of your head is alive and bustling with a plethora of thoughts, outside, you two stand in terribly awkward silence.

Hook clears his throat, snapping you back to reality. “Come along, darling. We wouldn’t want to be interrupted by curfew again.”

Tightening his grip on your hand, which still holds yours, he leads you through the entrance you had used not so long ago while bidding farewell to the waiter. You continue up the hill to the woods behind the restaurant, Hook refusing to give even a single hint as to what big surprise awaits you.

The trail through the trees starts off easy enough, although still rather difficult for you to traverse in your tight dress and voluminous skirt. If I had known I’d be taking a hike, I’d have worn something more suitable, and much more comfortable, you think, but ultimately decide to keep your mouth shut. After all, Hook had been spoiling you all evening. The least you could do was not nag him about every last thing.

The farther you go, the thicker the branches that block your path and scratch at your arms with their sharp claws get, and the denser the underbrush that tries to trap your feet and swallow you whole grows. After a quarter hour of consistent walking, the trail all but disappears, until only a small path carved by the footsteps of a few brave souls remains. You have to hold up the edge of your full-length skirt the whole way to ensure it doesn’t get all dirty and muddy; by the time you’re nearly done, your arms ache just as much, if not more, than your legs.

You and Hook travel mostly in silence, the sounds of your heavy panting and the crunches of leaves and branches underfoot filling up the empty air. You trail behind him, sometimes struggling to keep up, although he does happen to notice this and slows down his pace after the first few minutes.

Occasionally, Hook gives a short, crisp, “Watch out for the rock there, love,” or “The branches here are really low, I’ll hold them up for you.” You always respond with a clipped “Yeah,” or “Okay, thanks,” trying to mask just how out of breath you've gotten from the difficult climb. Early on in the beginning of the hike, you had to let go of his hand, favoring holding up your skirt instead. Still, in areas where the ground is rough or rocky, or the footing becomes difficult or rather steep, Hook always turns around and offers his hand to you and helps pull you up, or reaches out his hook from overhead for you to grab on to.

The noises of the night accompany you the entire time: the soft chirps of crickets, a few croaks from a frog somewhere out of sight, a creature or other scampering through the bushes, a rare call from an owl, and the whispering of the leaves above as a cool breeze passes through them. After a few more minutes of walking through a maze of nature with trees so thick—their only rival being the velvety blackness of the night—the pace of the trek finally slows down. You've long tired of always having to hold one arm ahead to ensure that you don’t get smacked in the face by an unsuspecting branch, so you're overwhelmingly relieved when Hook finally says, “We’re almost there.” “Finally,” you mumble between breaths. “I think my limbs are just about to fall off.” You can’t really tell in the pitch-black darkness, but you could have sworn that Hook gave a small smile at your words.

Once you reach a thick tangle of branches and vines that completely block your path, you both come to a stop. You watch as he pulls them back and to the side, even slicing through some with his hook. He beckons you forward with a courteous, “Ladies first,” a grin dancing on his features.

You walk through the clearing and onto a wide ledge overlooking the entire city. The view knocks the breath out of your lungs, despite your body already screaming at you for more oxygen. All thoughts of your strenuous hike vanish from your head, except for one that reminds you the arduous journey was absolutely and totally worth it.

From all the way up here, you can see the entire land. The shimmering lights of the large cityscape below you steal your heart, while the small village houses and mountains beyond them, creating the faintest of outlines against the horizon, capture your soul. This vantage point allows you to see everything; every bustling street filled with people rushing to get home after a long week, or frolicking around on a night out. Every house, every drawn-back curtain, but a mere speck in the constellation of human activity, a testament to the splendor of life. Twinkling lights sprawled below you paint a shimmering mosaic, reflecting the celestial canvas of stars hanging above you.

You stare in pure awe, almost forgetting about Hook as he approaches you from behind. “Enjoying the view, love?” he whispers softly, his voice closer to you than you expected.

You startle, turning backwards with a sharp inhale. “Oh…yeah, it’s just…breathtaking.” Unable to think of the right words to describe it, you decide to settle for an almost shameful understatement of the view's beauty.

You’re not quite sure if you imagined it, too caught up in your head, but you hear something that almost sounds like a soft, “Just like you.”

“Huh?” you ask, turning back around to face him.

“I said, I told you you’d like it,” Hook repeats, although you still hold your suspicions. “All you had to do was trust me.”

“And how can I be sure you aren’t planning to push me off the edge?” you question, teasing him.

“Well, you can’t,” he replies, walking over to the ledge. “But if I do, I’ll let you drag me down with you. If we go down, then we go down together.”

You giggle, choosing to take his words at face value only and not read into them too much. After all, your heart can only take so much in one night.

Hook crouches down, using his good hand to support him as he sits down in front of you, keeping one foot hugged to his chest as he dangles the other off the side of the cliff.

He glances over his shoulder at you, patting the space besides him. Cautiously, you walk over to the ledge, joining him on the ground.

You both sit there for a moment in silence, looking over the magnificent scene. You can tell that Hook finds comfort in the lack of conversation, but it feels too heavy for you, and so you decide to finally break it with the question that’s been on your mind this whole night.

“Hook?” you ask gently.

“Hmm?”

“Why did you bring me here?”

He turns his head slightly to glance at you. “I thought you’d like the view,” he replies, looking at you with a confused expression.

You take a quick breath, preparing yourself for the difficult words you’re planning to speak next. “No, I mean, why did you really bring me here tonight?” He opens his mouth to respond, but you cut him off, adding, “And don’t lie to me.”

His mouth closes shut again and he hesitates for a moment, contemplating his next sentence carefully, before responding, “I’ve already told you.”

“What, that you wanted to thank me for helping you get a B-plus on your test? Yeah, that excuse won’t work on me anymore.”

“No, not that.” He turns his head back and runs his good hand through his hair, making his neatly combed style look a bit more windswept than before. “I wanted to ask you out on a date.”

“…What?”

“I already told you that it was a date, love. You just chose not to believe me.”

It’s your turn to whip your head to the side this time, now facing directly towards Hook, who’s still looking straight ahead at the scenery.

“I-I didn’t…truly…I thought you were just joking when you said that.”

He glances at you again, a roguish grin forming on his lips. “Oh, darling, I don’t joke about much. Especially not with you.”

Again, you choose not to read too deeply into his words, trying to break your awful habit of overthinking. Instead, you press on, wanting to gain as much information as you can from him. If nothing else, at least a few answers might help put your mind at a little more ease. “Why’d you want to ask me out? I’m not exactly…”

Your voice fades away as your brain catches up with your far-too-fast mouth, realizing that saying “I’m not exactly the most desirable person to date” may not do you any favors.

Hook turns to look at you with an expectant gaze, and you know that you can’t sweep your little slip-up under the carpet that easily. Gods, he’s observant. “…the most popular person at our school,” you finish.

“Hmm, true,” Hook concurs, tilting his head with a tone as if he’s never considered that point before. You were half-expecting him to disagree, more out of courtesy than honesty, so you’re a bit taken aback when he agrees with you.

“But I don’t care about popularity.” Ah, so there’s that socially obligatory politeness. You don't really believe his words at first, yet the way he says it so sincerely, so genuinely, makes you wonder if he truly is being honest.

“So why’d you want to take me out on a date?”

“Because, love, you’re different from what I’m used to,” he replies. “You’re kind, soft, pure. You intrigued me.”

You recoil at his words, a deep, writhing anger rising out of you. “What, you only went out with me because I’m so pure and innocent? So you could corrupt me?” you spit, having heard this little skit far too many times before.

“No, not like that. Not at all.” Hook twists his body to face you more, and although you’re still mad at him, you can’t deny the hurt and pain that swirls in his voice and eyes at your accusations. “You’re…you’re always trying to help others. You always speak softly, always smile. You’re untainted by the evils I've witnessed. You’re like an angel sent down from the heavens. You’re not like me, love."

Hook continues, “And I don’t want to change that. I don’t want to corrupt or hurt you. I want to preserve that. Every time I’m with you, you make me want to keep you safe from the troubles of the world, the cruel things I’ve seen.

"You make me want to be around you. I can't explain how, or why, but your presence alone compels me to change my ways. To be kinder, gentler, softer. For you. It's as if you're contagious, and well, I think you've infected me, love. Whenever I see you, or even think of you, everything feels just a little bit better. The weight on my shoulders feels a bit lighter, and nothing seems as bad as it used to, as it was when I was on my own.

"I guess what I'm trying to say is...you've made me feel things that I haven't felt in a long, long time. Things that I thought my blackened heart couldn't even experience anymore. You make me feel like there's still goodness in the world...like there's still hope. Like I still have hope." You blink slowly, your mind and heart spinning alike as everything around you, as time itself, seems to slow down. You're unable to process all his words, unable to even begin to consider the implications of what this all means. “So, what you’re saying is…you only like me because I’m good?” you ask, touched by his sentiment, yet a little sad at the underlying meaning. Does this mean that if you want to stay with Hook, to maybe even be something in the future, you can't have any darkness to your soul? That you'll have to continue to be as righteous and morally correct as ever?

He gives a small chuckle. “Of course not, darling. I love when I make you snap, when you get angry at me. I love when the fierce part of you comes out. Just like it did now.” He reaches out his good hand to tuck a loose strand of your hair behind your ear, brushing against your cheek as he keeps it there, not pulling back quite yet.

You can see the hesitance swirling in his eyes, the uncertainty in the way his hand lingers by your face. By some sudden stroke of courage, the origins of which are a complete mystery to you—maybe he had the love potion added to your food too?—you shift your whole body towards Hook, keeping your legs tucked together and off to one side.

“Kiss me,” you breathe.

“I'm sorry, love, wh-what?”

It feels strange to take command for once, but it sure is nice. “You heard me. Don’t make me repeat myself.”

His lingering hand cups your cheek as you both lean in, meeting each other in the middle. Hook’s lips are as soft and plump as you imagined, almost like brushing your mouth against the petals of a rose. Placing one of your hands on the ground beside you, you put your weight on it as you move even closer.

You’ve read of intense kisses, filled with passion and fueled by lust. But this isn't like that. It is slow, sweet, intoxicating you with only the purest of adorations. Your lips hover over his as you tilt your head to the side to prolong the embrace, getting swept up in the moment whilst being completely and blissfully unaware of anything and everything besides how his lips feel against yours, how his hook traces your body as he devours you like a starved man given his last meal. How he breathes you in like you're the very air that fills his lungs, like your sheer essence is the only oxygen he needs. You bring your hand up to his shoulder, leaning further into him as he moves his good hand back and tangles it in your hair.

It ends rather quickly, the entire kiss lasting but a moment, yet still filling you with the sweetest pleasure. In that moment, you realize why people spend their whole lives searching for love; it’s one of the most endearing, profound forms of joy that one can feel, and you're certain that you just felt it.

You pull away, noticing how his gaze lingers on your lips, before looking back up at you. He gives you a captivating, yet genuine smile, one that makes your heart to ache at how perfect he is, yet simultaneously yearning for his touch, his lips, him being wrapped up in another embrace with you and never breaking away. The newfound euphoria coursing through your veins and making your mind fuzzy causes you to return his smile with a wide, love-drunk grin of your own, a deep, wholehearted devotion emanating through your gaze as you study his features.

“Can I tell you a secret?” you whisper, staring into his eyes—eyes that reflect your own.

“Always, love.”

“You were my first kiss,” you confess.

Hook brings his hand back up to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing along your cheekbone. His grin grows, an endless affection swirling in his dark eyes as he replies, “I guess this really is a night to remember.”

You give a small laugh, lowering your forehead to lean it against his shoulder, seeking comfort in his hold. “You did want to give me an unforgettable night, after all.”

“Can I tell you a secret, too?”

You raise your head again to peer up at him with wide eyes, curious as to what he has to admit.

“That day, in class,” he confides, “I was enchanting those disks and sending them across the room so you’d come and talk to me. I saw how you went over to help that other kid who was struggling. So, I figured that if I struggled too, you'd come over and I could get a conversation with you.”

You raise your eyebrows. “So you could cast the spell right?”

“Oh, no, not even close, love. That was all your work. Although I might have put in a bit more effort just to impress you,” he adds with a small smirk.

You move one of your hands closer to him, placing it on top of his and intertwining your fingers together. “Well, I suppose it worked.”

You lean back into him, kissing him blissfully yet again under the watchful smile of the moon glowing high in the sky, the stars glimmering and winking down at your young love. As you embrace, the city below bustles with the joys and despairs of human life unbeknownst to you, each person a thread in the tapestry of the world. Every soul but a speck of stardust in a cosmic dance.

And perhaps that is the greatest folly of human life. All the weight of one’s burdens, all the battles fought, all the hearts and souls that love and cry, together composing of but a fleeting second amidst the vastness of forever. And yet, each person gets lost in the preeminence of their own narrative, joyfully unaware of every grain of sand that disappears into the abyss as we shuffle closer to the edge of this mortal coil. But oftentimes, one’s deepest flaw is their greatest feat, as no imperfection comes without its own merit.

So maybe that very feature is, instead, the greatest feat of humanity. To love like you’ll live forever, and to weep like there’s no tomorrow. Maybe our ignorance gives us strength, the strength to keep going every day, pretending as if we somehow have an authority and power over the galactic strings of thread that weave together the fate of our universe.

The city below you, the world outside of the little bubble the two of you have created, moves on, unknown and unknowing of you both. But in this moment, nothing else matters. Nothing besides the love and affection you and him have grown to share.

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a/n: I just had to end this with some philosophical musings haha (hey google, how do you write beginnings and endings?) anyways hope you liked this, I love making fluff like this :D I love seeing everyone's comments and reactions, all feedback is highly appreciated! until next time :))

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joonieskinks · 10 months ago

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She's it For Me (f)

Simon (Ghost) Riley x reader | fluff | around 900 words. short, cute.

AN: I know this isn't BTS, so you can feel free to ignore if that ain't your thang. It was just a little piece that finally got me back into writing after a busy couple months here. Enjoy some Simon Ghost Riley if he's your cup of tea too lol <3

Simon Riley threw his back against the wall for cover, hands manically preparing his gun to unload the next set of rounds. This was supposed to be an easy going mission, a simple fetch and return of some intel. No one was truly prepared for the ambush that came and unexpectedly landed right in the 141’s lap. Especially not Simon.

But you certainly were.

And that certainly was a surprise for the masked Lieutenant when you came whipping up to the wall he was against, blood splattered on your face, your arms brushing.

He knew you had a background in the field, some stealth operations… At one point you were a sniper for a couple missions here and there when a substitute for a man was needed - like today -, but you transitioned into the medic role pretty naturally. It was always your gift, tending to people and caring for their wellbeing. Not that you were getting any younger either, medic was a safe, secure position in the military and you enjoyed it. It was tamer than being out with the boys in action of course, but it had its close calls and moments. It just stuck, earned you the nickname “Stitch” and you made your way into the squad’s hearts. Took some warming up though, especially Simon. Of course him.

You thought he hated you for the longest time, but Soap convinced you otherwise and you eventually learned that he’s just like that. And with almost everyone, but you appreciate who he is more now. The man you’ve come to know and love, much to his obliviousness. Even when you’re practically straddling him in his hospital bed trying to close a bullet wound to his shoulder, holding your breath at the proximity of you two. You’re shaking, you’re sweating, you’re looking into his eyes, his bare face for the first time, at his lips, he’s gripping his hands around your thighs and squeezing when the pain stings too much- Yeah, you think he still doesn’t get it then.

But you can see he certainly does now looking at you in the heat of battle. Your hair’s pulled back into a ponytail, which flows into a braid. You’re in your tactical gear, a little bit of someone’s blood splattered across your cheek. You look up at him, watching him stare at you and your eyebrow quirks up.

“You good, Simon?” He loves when you use his real name, gets him every damn time. He thanks God that he has his mask on or else you’d see the red blush overpowering his cheeks.

“Y-Yeah. Are you?” You smile at him, and all he can think about is how hot you look. Simon has always been attracted to you. He would jump at any excuse to touch you, to ogle you if he can, to be with you - especially when you were fixing up his wound. The image of you above him, legs spread over his abdomen, that’s something he will never forget.

It’s just now that he realizes nope, no one else can have you because you’re his girl. He thinks he’s felt this way for a long time, but seeing you like this when you’re normally the one doing all the healing instead of shooting - Well, he thinks this side of you has sent him over the edge into territorial mode. And you can sure as hell read him like a book right now, his body language and eyes practically begging you to let him touch you.

“Simon, I think we should talk after this”, you touch the side of his mask slightly, looking up into his eyes. He’s not looking away and moves to bring his fingers under your chin, keeping your gaze on him.

“I think we should do something other than talking too, love”. You let out a laugh at the implication. You can only bite your lip and nod, your hand dropping to his chest and eyes to where his mouth would be. He knew what you wanted, and he let his head bow down until your foreheads met. Simon tucked some of your loose hair behind your ear, caressing your cheek, your jaw and down to the back of your neck. He moves to bring his mask up just enough to expose his lips-

“God!” You screamed at the surprise, a bullet cracking against the wall just behind the two of you. Simon hadn’t even realized he had brought you against his chest, his arms wrapped around your body and bringing you two as close as you could with all your armour on.

“We’ll continue this later, okay?” He said sweetly, before kissing your temple and moving around the corner, gun up and aimed.

You smiled and gently touched the spot where his mask had brushed your skin, the kissing noise he had ever so slightly made echoing in your ears. You felt like a 10 year old at the playground, smiling after a boy again. But honestly, it filled your heart up with hope and even more love for the Brit.

Maybe you should join them in the field more often if it means Simon Riley will swoon at the sight of you.

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diejager · 8 months ago

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Hello there! I absolutely love your stepdad!konig piece!!

I actually comment this on ao3, but I also doing it here just in case 🥺

Reader is pregnant and horangi step up as father but what if the baby looks just like konig? Her mom will be suspicious? Konig will be overjoyed? Horangi will try to breed her as soon as possible?

Cw: DARKFIC, DUB-CON/NON-CON, stepcest, forced pregnancy, childbirth, implied kidnapping, gaslighting, tell me if I missed any.

There was a heavy amount of guilt in your heart when your twins were born, they stark difference between your boy who had pretty brown eyes and a smooth head, and your little girl’s gaping blue eyes, pale and blinking owlishly with small tears and a few black strands sprouting from her head. You feared what your mother would say when she saw that your sweet angel - Horangi had dubbed her Yoon-Suh - had neither yours, nor the Korean’s eyes. It made you wonder if this would be a sign for your mother, something to prove your fear and abuse, to open her eyes to your damned situation, but they had an excuse for everything.

“Eyes are a complicated thing, ” König had the doctor explain, facing your mother with a wrinkled, but kind and gentle expression, “She’ll outgrow them within the first year, Ma’am.”

Your mother seemed to trust the doctor’s words, you would as well if you hadn’t known the truth, he was a kind man who’s face looked so disarming. Your mother exclaimed her many fears of complications happening to you and Dr. Mathews was very patient with her growing worry, promising her that he’d be one call away.

“Call me whenever you have any complications, missy. Or one of the nurses, all right?”

You were driven home after every check ups with the twins and your body to catch any issues that might’ve occurred through childbirth, dressed in loose clothes and coddled by both men while your mother stared on in awe and glee, seeing her husband help his step-daughter with her new children and the baby daddy took responsibility and stayed. It made her feel a sense of happiness and pride unlike you, who drowned under another wave of agony and sorrow. They, however much you loved your babies and their adorable faces, would tie you down to both men, stuck under the nose of your oblivious mother.

When Yoon-Sun’s eyes only grew paler, a shade between emerald and tourmaline, a beautiful mix if it didn’t remind you of König’s oppressive character. Your mother shared her confusion, questioning her husband about the clear ressemblancein Yoon-Suh and his eyes, but he shrugged it off, reminding her that it had only been two months and change was inevitable, whichever spectrum it went, it would eventually darken into a familiar shade. She nodded and hadn’t questioned your stepdad about her eyes anymore, somewhat satisfied with his answer.

And when Leon’s hair started growing, the few dark strands that seemed black until it curled into a soft auburn that your mother was extremely familiar with. What could they use as an excuse for Leon’s hair colour to appease your mother’s suspicion, to staunch her questioning. Unfortunately - fortunately for them and their wretched minds - your mother was never one to know any… complicated information, such studies weren’t in her education in her time, but it was in yours. You knew how basic genes worked and it wouldn’t make sense for your child to have the hair colour that neither parents had, recessive or dominant.

Yet, König and Horangi had managed to convince her otherwise without as much as a sweat, their words and experience convincing enough for her. She left it at then, but her suspicion was mounting, the wound bleeding and threatening to come to life. And before she could do anything, to stop them from feeling oh so proud of themselves, they took you away. You were gone in the night, taken under the watchful gaze of the moon, gagged and tied in the old van they repurposed to hold the twins safely while they drove across borders.

She’d been gaslighted and naively trusting until the moment she woke up to a cold and vacant home, her husband and friend gone, grandchildren taken and her daughter taken.

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viridwns · 2 years ago

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I hope you’re having a great Morning, Evening or Night. Could I get some Bungou Stray Dogs, Armed Detective Agency Headcanons with A very very flirty S/O who leaves them red in the face and Speeches just because she thinks they look cute like that. Can it be a mix of both Sfw and Nsfw :) Thank you <3

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warnings: none, some dirty jokes, just fluff

Characters: Atsushi Nakajime, Ranpo Edogawa, Dazai Osamu, Kunikida Doppo, Akiko Yosano, Jun'ichirō Tanizaki

A/N: I'm not going to write NSFW, but there will be some implications on Dazai's part ofc because he's a slvt.

Atsushi Nakajime

MY BOY CANNOT HANDLE THIS OKAY

He'll already get so flustered if you compliment him, flirting will just make him combust

Atsushi is such a bottom, no one can convince me otherwise. So seeing him all red and pretty won't be that hard

You made the first move when you two met, he was and is still too shy to make any moves

He tries tho, it's so sweet

He'll try and hold your hand, but even the smallest touch makes him embarrassed

But even if he tells you to stop your flirting, he hopes you continue because he is very touch and attention deprived

'Are my eyes deceiving me or am I a witnessing an angel gracing me with his presence.' You take the hand of your lover as you stare at him with hearts visible in your eyes. Atsushi looks at you in shock, the words visibly processing in his mind. His face slowly turns red as you kiss his hand, him finally getting what you meant with your comment. He is quick to hide his embarrassed blush from you as he pulls his hand away and moves his face the other way. 'I-I'm not an angel [Y/N].' He splutters, you giggle. 'Oh but my love I am certain you are one. How could I ever be so lucky to have a outworldly being as my boyfriend!' You hug his side and sigh dramatically. You could feel the heat of his body seeping through your clothes. 'If anything you are the angel here.' He quietly mutters only for you to hear. Your heart leaps a bit at his words as you only hug him closer. You loved it when he tried to counter your flirty remarks with his own, even if they weren't the best.

Ranpo Edogawa

He will literally ignore your remarks

There is no hope for you to make him flustered

You can try all you want but he'll stare at you for a few seconds and then focus on something else again

Don't let his calm demeanor fool you tho, once he's alone and the memories of your words come back to him a pink hue can be seen on his cheeks

The only time you'll get to see him all red and flustered is when you offer to feed him candy and coo at him how cute he is

That is literally the only time

After that he's never going to be embarrassed about something again

You smirk once you spot your target. Your boyfriend was busying himself eating the pile of candy Kenji and Kyoka got while trick or treating. You slowly walk up to him, your mischievous smile only getting wider the closer you got. You couldn't blow this, not when you worked days on finding the right thing to say to fluster your detective. Ranpo was oblivious to the scheming that was happening behind his back as he finally found his favorite lollypop in the pile of goods; happily unwrapping it and plopping it in his mouth. He let out the smallest squeak when you tackled him to the ground. 'Oh heavens! It seems that I have fallen for you my dear. Not that I mind at all, you look lovely under me.' You said to him with a much exaggerated tone of voice and a wink to finish it all off. You felt proud of your actions, but that pride soon sunk into your shoes as your boyfriend looked up to you with a raised eyebrow. 'You made me drop my lollypop.' He whined as he pushed you off of him, reaching for the now dirty candy. He pouted as he got up and threw it away. You sat there flabbergasted, all your planning gone in just a split second as Ranpo was unfazed once again. 'Why can't you just react to my comments for once!' You exclaimed as you crossed your arms. Ranpo sat back down in his chair again. The pout he once had slowly turned into a smirk as he saw you sitting on the floor in front of him. You looked at him with confusion as he grabbed your chin. 'You look even lovelier on your knees for me like that.' He mocked your wink as he turned back around, your eyes widening at his comment and cheeks flushing red. 'Was that a good enough reaction for you?'

Dazai Osamu

IT'S A COMEPTION BETWEEN THE TWO OF YOU

Who can make the other one blush faster?

match made in heaven fr fr

Dazai is hard to throw off guard, you can flirt with him all you want but he'll match your energy perfectly

And let's be honest, he'll get you perfectly pink by calling you belladonna

Oh how this man loves you when you flirt with him

makes him weak in his knees

He's super horny though, so don't flirt too much or you won't be able to walk the next day

You'll get to see him flustered more when your relationship progresses and he lets his walls down more often around you

But the majority of your flirts are cheesy af and he loves it

'Someone pinch me, I think I'm dreaming. How can a human who's so perfect stand in front of me?' Dazai takes your hands as he sighs lovingly. 'I am such a blessed man.' You giggle at his words, already knowing how to counter his attack. 'If Van Gogh had you as a subject, the sunflowers would have gone in the trash.' He let go of your hands to hold his hand over his heart. 'Oh my belladonna! you're going to be the death of me!' He gasped for air. 'You take my breath away, my love. Do you know that?' You bit your lip, concentrating on not getting flustered as his sweet words entered your ears. He smirked as you didn't say anything for a while. Already claiming victory, but you were far from done. ' I really like our friendship you know, especially when we make out.' It was your turn to smile as you stunned your boyfriend into silence. It didn't last long though as he grabbed your waist and gently pushed you against a wall. 'Don't think you've won my darling, I have allot more in store then you might think.' Your smile dropped as you saw his lustful gaze, but you didn't give up just yet. 'I meant what I said earlier.' You leaned in closer, making sure he could feel your breath fanning over his lips. Dazai's response was to only press closer to you. "Ah yeah? let's test that statement shall we?'

Kunikida Doppo

There are two things that can happen when you flirt with him

One: He'll get it immediately and 'get angry' with you for not being serious at work

Or two: He doesn't get it and will react super seriously

This man can not flirt if his life depended on it, his idea of flirting are sharing his ideals and then saying that you fit the majority of them

He once asked Dazai as a last resort how to deal with you and your flirts

Dazai had the time of his LIFE, he was actually so happy his suicide attempt failed that morning because he didn't want to miss this for his life

'Are you sure this will work.' The blonde man asked his colleague as he stared at your working form. He smiled at the sight of your tongue poking out because you were concentrating so hard. The brunette nodded eagerly. 'Yes yes! as long as you do it exactly as I taught you, it'll be fine!' Dazai ushered him in your direction. Kunikida swallowed a lump in his throat as he tried to look as relaxed as possible. You didn't notice your lover walking up to you until he cleared his throat. You looked up from you computer screen and lit up as you saw him. 'There’s an empty spot here and I'm waiting for you to fill it.' You said to him as you patted your lap. He had to bite his tongue to keep him from bailing on his plan, he looked behind him to see Dazai standing there with his thumbs up. Kunikida shook his head as he turned his attention back to you. You looked at him suspiciously. 'Is there something wrong, love? You seem nervous.' He shook his head. 'No, it's just that I think your father is a thief.' You looked at him with an offended expression. 'Excuse me? What did you say?' He immediately panicked as he saw your furrowed brows and fire filled glare. 'I-I mean that I think your father is a thief because he stole all the stars and put them into your eyes.' He blurted out. Your glare turned into a soft expression as you registered the flirty comment. He still stood there, Dazai laughing behind him. Kunikida was slowly turning more and more red as you smiled at him. 'That was very sweet, thank you.' You replied after an agonizing long silence. He let out a breath he didn't know he was holding as he smiled back at you. He was never going to do this again.

Akiko Yosano

She can flirt, don't get me wrong, but her flirts are mostly medically related

in short: You don't understand them half the time

which makes you have the upper hand in a flirting contest

She'll laugh most of the time at your flirty remarks

Loves the dedication you put in them when you try to make her flustered

She doesn't get flustered easily

Only really gets embarrassed when you give her a sincere and simple compliment

She's a baddie, but immediatly turns into putty when you call her beautiful

It was your monthly dat night. You were waiting calmly for your girlfriend to finish up as you stood at the bottom of the stairs waiting for her. You knew how much effort she always put in her looks for you. But she could wear a plastic bag and be covered in mud and you'd still think God sent an angel your way. You smiled at the thoughts of your ethereal girlfriend as the stairs creaked, making you put your attention towards the sound. And there she was, the woman of your dreams in a beautiful purple dress and a face that could only be the definition of gorgeous. The corner of your lips lifted upwards as she descended the stairs towards you. 'I'm ready if you are.' She said, you couldn't take your eyes off her. 'I'm so lucky to be blessed with a beauty like you.' Your voice was soft and full of sincerity. She looked at you with those wide eyes and your heart skipped a beat as you saw her face redden. She pulled your arm and walked towards the door. 'Yeah, yeah. Let's go already.' You laughed as you opened the door for her. 'Anything for you.'

Jun'ichirō Tanizaki

He's used to it because of his sister, but that doesn't mean he is immune to it

He still gets super red every time you hit him with a flirty remark

He can't flirt, but he always has the best compliments ready for you that'll make you speechless

He always does it at the most random times too

when you're wrestling to get a hamburger in he will just sigh dreamily and call you gorgeous or something and you'll look at him all confused with your cheeks puffed out because of the food

If you flirt with him + touch him you'll get bonus points, he will not know how to act if you do that

You two were just chilling on your lovers bed with each other: You had opted on doing a face mask while eating ice cream while your boyfriend was reading a book. You looked like shit, but you never cared how you looked when you were with him. You were just putting another spoon full of chocolate sweetness into your mouth as Tanizaki looked up from his book and at you with adoring eyes. Scanning your every feature and noted the way you scrunched up your nose as the cold ice cream touched your teeth. 'You are so perfect, you know that?' He said and you stopped eating, the spoon still in your mouth as you looked at him. You raised your eyebrows as it took a few seconds for you to function again. You took the spoon out of your mouth and swallowed the ice cream, suddenly very conscious about your looks. '...thanks?' You said with a questionable tone. He just hummed and stared at you longingly for a few more seconds before going back to his book. You looked at him, sighing at how adorable your boyfriend was. A mischievous smile crept onto your features as you thought of a way to repay his kind words. 'I would look even more perfect on top of you.' You giggled as it was now his turn to stop functioning.

I am not down bad for Yosano or anything pfff

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the next time you meet them

a/n: for my carats and deobis <3 this is entirely fictional! (that's a given) pls reblog

🖇️ he stares at you across the table, eyes half lidded from all the wine he’s downed. the previously inviting chatter around the table is all noise to him; he can't be bothered to avert his gaze from your face. he hadn't planned on drinking at all that night, but seeing you so close to him, on another man’s arm changed that. a familiar burn rises in his throat. goosebumps line his skin, almost mocking him as he sees your fingers linger on this dude’s arm. what did you see in him? the only time his eyes leave your face is to ask for another drink. (jeonghan / younghoon)

🖇️ he smiles at you, but not before considering sprinting in the opposite direction. it's not as hard as he had imagined, he tells himself, except his heart feels like it just ran a five mile marathon and his ears are ringing. you smile back at him, oblivious to the whirlwind your presence evoked on an otherwise warm sunday afternoon, and he catches sight of the front tooth you chipped on his television set. ah. the day you had moved in together. five months after, you had kicked him out. his heart knows how to put itself back together now, after hundreds of failed attempts. (seokmin / kevin)

🖇️ you have bloodshot eyes and his hand reaches around your waist to steady you instinctively. no one bats an eye when you lean into his touch and tell him you’ve always loved how he smelled, and did he change his perfume recently? this is what friends do, isn’t it? that is what he is to you, after all? (cheol / sangyeon)

🖇️ saturdays are game nights for your mutual friend group. so the fact that you had spent the previous night projectile vomiting on your bathroom floor, or the fact that he was wasted beyond comprehension, resulting in a terrible hangover had to be kept aside to protect a previously well-kept secret. the pit in your stomach gets deeper every time the warm sound of his laugh reaches your ears, body aching to be touched by him. he leaves early. (jun / changmin)

🖇️ he has freshly bleached hair. you know this because he’s at your doorstep. he’s at your doorstep? hope is a home in your chest, immediately crumbled by the look on his face. is he not here for you? “i wanted to come get my stuff. it wouldn't be fair for you to have reminders of me everywhere.” oh. (chan / chanhee)

🖇️ standing infront of the café you’ve been avoiding for the most part of the year, you try to convince yourself you're seeing things in places they aren’t. through the glass window, dark brown eyes catch you. pretty eyes, heavy with confusion (or is it guilt on his face?) attached to a face so familiar it makes your breath hitch. the images come in flashes. hand squeezes, midnight snacks (waffles), one green apple mojito + two straws, butterfly kisses, promise rings, forgotten birthdays, muffled sobs, untouched food, promise rings taken off. too much, too fast. heartache can only be described as a knife lodged in your sternum. (soonyoung)

🖇️ years have passed. he doesn't recognize you, or simply refuses to acknowledge you. either way, your skin tingles with nostalgia when he gets into the elevator after you. they say certain scents can evoke the strongest memories. from your spot, you can trace the slope of his nose, the curve of his mouth, the apples of his cheeks with your eyes. everything is just as you remember it. silver glints on one of his fingers as he lifts his phone to one ear. well, maybe not everything. he was your first love, that's all. (joshua / juyeon)

🖇️ if someone told you the first boy you fell in love with was going to walk up to you, ten years later in the auditorium where you first kissed him, just to tell you how beautiful you look, you would've laughed in their face. but here he was now, (in a blazer, instead of a bomber jacket, but) as exquisite as ever, and after two glasses of wine, you let yourself wonder how his smile would feel against your mouth. i think i’ve seen this film before. would it be so bad to let him break your heart again? (vernon / sunwoo)

🖇️ the thing about weddings is they make you feel nostalgic about things that could poison you (namely, relationships). so when you spot him in the distance, the groom’s closest friend and your former lover, you can’t help but long for everything that once was, everything that could have been. the warmth of his skin against your cold hands, his arms around your waist as he whisks you away for a dance, the vision of his freshly curled hair between your thighs. whoops. (wonwoo / hyunjae)

🖇️ he stands at your doorstep, drenched. water drips from his hair and clothes onto your welcome mat. “i thought about you all day, about how lonely these twenty four hours can get for you. it’s almost midnight, but i had to come, even when the rational part of me advocated that i don’t have the right to do this for you, not anymore. but i wanted you to know that i care, no matter what happened between us. happy birthday. i’m sorry.” (seungkwan / eric)

🖇️ a freezing christmas eve. looks like he hasn’t let go of this habit of always waiting till the last moment to pick up christmas presents. for the years that you were together, you made sure to get it done on time. seeing him now, two winters later, borderline panicking on the other side of the store makes you laugh (and reminisce, and dream). maybe you should go over and h- you’re frozen in place when an arm slides around his waist. he pulls her closer as you watch, heart thumping against your ribcage when he presses a gentle kiss to her cheek. bells jingle as you leave the coziness of the store for the biting cold. you must've been mistaken. that's not the man you knew. (woozi)

🖇️ you bump into him the day you move into a new building. he gives you a smile that makes his eyes soften and watches as you break in two. “oh, i live here too.” what if you had loved him out loud? set free the words rolled under your tongue? what if you had hooked your fingers into his belt loops and pulled him closer? regret tastes like four glasses of wine at your own housewarming party, with eyes fixed on the door. do you believe in second chances? (minghao / haknyeon)

🖇️ the years have been super kind to him but you can see the hints of ageing on his otherwise flawless skin. his smile, velvet and butter, still floods the room with warmth. or maybe just the entirety of you, as he sits next to you on the couch. it’s silly, the effect he still has. you can't help but be jealous of all the moments of him the hands of the clock stole from you. all of the tears and smiles you weren't next to him for. his hands, once soft in yours, are now calloused and rough. his hair, the shortest you've seen it. he shifts closer to you, as if sensing the turmoil. and when his hand grazes yours, electricity shoots through your fingertips. he’s here now. maybe the thoughts can wait. (mingyu / jacob)

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🖇️ you have a visitor. you open your home to him once again, leading him out to the balcony. the sky is an angry pink, the plants looking warily at who the evening brought in. “look, i’m sorry for not believing you. for pushing you out and leaving you behind. you didn’t deserve that. you're like…the fucking sun and i envy people who see that and get to be loved by you. i don’t get to be bitter, do i? i had it and i lost it. had you and i lost you. let me be yours again.” you wake up to his side of the bed still empty. was he dreaming of you too?

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skzhua · 2 years ago

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'your eyes' series

synopsis: eight men, eight stories and a glimpse at their love lives.

genre: college!AU, inspired by 'your eyes' MV, genre depends on each story.

warnings: swearing (you know me by now, i can't help it), suggestive for some of them, all are female reader.

note: they can be read individually, but they are all interrelated.

note 2: click on the hearts to read!

status: complete.

a/n: am i currently rushing with school? yes. am i already working on 5 scenarios? yes. and yet am i making myself work even more? yes... i'm so excited for this series, though! i hope you'll love it as much as i do.

STRAY KIDS MASTERLIST

♡ "Come live with me."

pairing: hwang hyunjin x reader.

genre: fluff, slice of life, neighbour!AU, suggestive.

word count: 9,321

warnings: swearing, cheesy asf.

summary: you've been living in the same apartment building for years now. everything has always been to your comfort; no noisy neighbour, no argument with the landlord, a cozy neighbourhood... when you've come to the realization you could not pay for your sweet home anymore, your friendly neighbour suggests a plan for you to stay. are you going to say no to the handsome man with many charms? of course not.

♡ "Do you trust me?"

pairing: bang chan x reader.

genre: fluff, a glimpse of angst, idiots-to-lovers.

word count: 8,659

warnings: swearing, drinking, slight angst, chan and reader are so oblivious (mostly reader).

summary: your first mistake was to major in music in college. your second mistake was to change classes and end up in bang chan's. your third was to accept his help to pass the class. your last mistake was to push him away.

♡ "This is disgustingly cute."

pairing: kim seungmin x reader.

genre: fluff, barista!AU.

word count: 7,904

warnings: swearing, your typical barista imagine.

summary: seungmin has seen you before, but he never bothered talking to you. in fact, he did not care about you. when you came in the coffee shop in distress, he decided to be a good person for once and to make you a caramel macchiato in hopes to help you calm down. surprise: you do not like caramel macchiato, but you do like the young barista.

♡ "Just one bite."

pairing: lee felix x reader.

genre: fluff, fluff, fluff (did i mention fluff?).

word count: 7,698

warnings: warnings, might cause a heart attack of cuteness.

summary: brownie boy was a myth for you. since the first day you have stepped in the campus, everybody would be praising brownie boy. you could not believe that a grown man was kind enough to be giving out free food, good food. when brownie boy heard about your suspicions, he was more than willing to prove you wrong.

♡ "I could use some company."

pairing: yang jeongin x reader.

genre: fluff, slight angst.

word count: 7,896

warnings: swearing, crying, mentions of mental breakdown, mentions of abuse, mentions of bullying.

summary: jeongin has one job: do the laundry. living with jisung who is a mess maker, he has no other choice but to be the responsible one of their dorm. waiting for the clothes to be dry, he hears cries, yours. how could you be so pretty even while crying?

♡ "I need to see it to believe it."

pairing: seo changbin x reader.

genre: fluff, slight angst.

word count: 8,589

warnings: swearing, suggestive, reader is lowkey mean in the beginning.

summary: hearing changbin telling your friend, hwayoung, that he is convinced he can organize a better date than the guy who ruined hers, you can only laugh at him. persuaded he can prove you otherwise, he bets he can make you fall for him by going out with him on a date. the competitive in you accepts.

♡ "I might be a fool too, then."

pairing: han jisung x reader.

genre: fluff, a bit of angst.

word count: 11,377

warnings: swearing, drinking, failed dates, suggestive.

summary: being your closest friend on campus, jisung has been through thick and thin with you, and so the opposite. thus, he has seen your multiple attempts at dating, your numerous failed dates and the guys who had never called you back. what can be any better than a night in with him to cheer you up?

♡ "You were the first person I thought of at the moment."

pairing: lee minho x reader.

genre: fluff, angst.

word count: 10,529

warnings: swearing, suggestive, unrequited love mentioned, minho being minho (savage and flirty).

summary: your relationship with minho has always been tricky. either he is roasting the shit out of you, or he is flirting with you shamelessly. when things start to get complicated with your childhood friend, chan, why is he the first one who come up in your mind?

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weshney · 7 months ago

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Blog Masterpost

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Danny Phantom Stuff

Writing Prompts

Someone takes a trip through the ghost catcher and it's not Danny. Thus, Skater Boi Fun Vlad is born. Ecto-stone's random coincidence post that shows a visual.

Nobody knows AU. Except NOBODY KNOWS. Including Fenton and Phantom

Sentient Crown AU

Ghost Hunger AU. Free Range Mochi Balls

Older Doctor/Physical Therapist/Veteran Hero Danny

Wildlife Photographer Danny

Handyman/Doctor Danny

Eldrich Horror Danny makes a friend from another town as Phantom. But this kid is absolutely oblivious to Phantom's ghost status

Death (poisonous food) Eater Danny

Allergy Danny

Where Jack's driving finally pisses someone off enough that they set fire to the Fenton household in the dead (ha) of night

Danny's ice core makes his human half cold

Random time resets like Danny's made the wrong choice in a dating sim and has to load an earlier save

Someone in the DP universe suddenly gains additional personalities. Write this person using any personas available on the voice actor's roster

Snitches Get Stitches. Crime Witness

Danny gets hit by an invention that destabilizes his ghost form. Crossover potential.

DP x DC crossover

DPxMHA crossover. Danny follows AU version of himself

DP x MCU crossover. The collector gets a hold of Danny

Fluff. Helpful Dad Ghost

Fluff. Blob ghosts like Danny's aura

Horror/Humor. Lich King Danny

ANGST/SWEET. Victims of grave robbing

ANGST. Wes Dissection

ANGST. Live forever regardless of state of body

ANGST. One of Danny's parents get killed in battle. Ghost Parent AU

ANGST. TW suicide. What if one of the people Danny had to save on the regular was someone trying really hard to become a full ghost?

ANGST. Danny possesses someone, but the person gets heavily injured while he's inside them

ANGST. Radioactive Danny

ANGST. Danny's two halves get forcibly separated and for some reason, he can't put them back together again

Comic Prompts

Intoxicated Danny of some sort near someone he's crushing on

Headcanons

Danny's so strong and gets such a versatile power set coming from the fact that he's clueless

Danny impersonating random objects

Danny can remove his bones and pilot them separately from his body like a ghostly RC car

What if everyone in the Phandom became ghosts when they died? And we all just started populating the same city in the Zone?

Canon Danny would use a clone as his "twin" for carpool lanes and you can't convince me otherwise

Wes Weston has eczema

Snipet Writings

Skyrim x DP Part 1

Skyrim x DP Part 2

Malcom in the Middle x DP Crossover Summoning Oneshot

Shitpost/Memes

Legend Has It Comic

Jeff Jefferson Honey Badger Comic

Danny getting that puppy he always wanted meme

DannyMay Day 14: Seance (Yes Yes Board)

Gilf Vlad

Little Baby Man Raccoon Meme

Danny vs Princess Hamlet Meme

Gangster Glowstick Danny Meme

Jefferson Family GWE Cult Meme

You Tell Me 2023 EctoImplosion Stolen Art Style Animation Prank

2023 GWE Ice Age Meme

2023 GWE Disaster Danny Meme

LapWulf, ICarly Smoothie Meme, Manhwa Danny GWE2024 Line Arts

Artwork

PhantasyPhest Dragon Danny Transformation Animation (pre-tablet)

Ballroom Scandal Fanart Starlit Stable (invisobang2023, post-tablet)

Ballroom Scandal Fanart Phantom's Warning (invisobang2023, post-tablet)

Ballroom Scandal Fanart Misc Doodles (invisobang2023, post-tablet)

Danny Fenton's Bedroom (pre-tablet) or DPMarvel's Face to Face Cover Art

Free to Use Fabric Print (pre-tablet, there is one error that needs to be corrected where two symbols stacked....somewhere. lol)

Portal Panic Cover Art (color and sketch clean up only, pre-tablet)

Portal Panic Luke Myway Dani Phantom (pre-tablet)

Portal Panic Animal Hound Dog and Ojiro (pre-tablet)

Portal Panic Seaborne Nightcore Fanart (color and sketch clean up only, post-tablet)

Portal Panic Jazz Fanart (color and sketch clean up only, post-tablet)

Ghost Queen Sam (gwe2023 color only, pre-tablet)

Danny Phantom Scooby Doo (gwe2023 color only)

Marionette Danny (gwe2023 color only, pre-tablet)

Plant Core Danny (gwe2023 color only, pre-tablet)

Electric Core Raichu Danny (gwe2023 color only, pre-tablet)

I-Spy Haunted House Skeleton Danny (gwe2023 color only, pre-tablet)

Jamming With Ember (gwe2023 color only, pre-tablet)

Graveyard Danny (gwe2023 color only, pre-tablet) or Colorshifted

Amp It Up Ember (gwe2024 color only, post-tablet)

Creature Danny (gwe2024 color only, post-tablet)

Anger Management (gwe2024 color only, post-tablet)

Cowboy Danny (gwe2024 color only, post-tablet)

Danny In Japan - A Vacay Photo Album (gwe2024 colors only, post-tablet)

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Other Writing Prompts

Principal Nezu in Fullmetal Alchemist

Random

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Polyandere

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berryunho · 10 months ago

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Tbh, the other day I finished reading all of Answer so far within a few hours (gotta take breaks and interruptions are inevitable).

If you told me that Answer!Yeosang doesn’t really know most of what’s actually going on, that he just somehow became a bigwig after being complicit (because he has a job he’s happy with and friends and people leave him alone) and not actually understanding the codes or anything that’s underlying, I would believe you. If you told me everyone was guilty and has done something wrong >except for Yeosang, I would believe it. He could absolutely blend into the crowd without getting into trouble and outsiders could think him a member of the insiders team without him actually understanding what they have been doing.

I just imagine him having pretended to read the dumb book and just ‘yes and’-ing his way to the top and no one would think anything of him otherwise, because “Look, mom! I can use my degree for something! I have a stable job and a place to live! I’m a farmer! And there’s a community! And yeah we do some weird things and I don’t understand them but don’t all cultures have some stuff people can’t really explain? It’s all in good fun and as long as no one gets hurt we’re all good!”

With how little we know of him, I am almost convinced he has done nothing wrong and honestly, I genuinely hope it’s the case and he’s just totally oblivious. That would be such a good plot point 😂

Otherwise at this point, as the mc I would just abandon everyone to escape and proceed with the police, because if best friend isn’t being best friend, then we’ve lost the purpose of being around and goodbye. Maybe that’s harsh but I’m still upset about Haseul and Mingi HELPING DETAIN HER

Also I’ve been hoping more and more happens with Seonghwa tbh… Turns out leader isn’t too upset about the idea of mc and Seonghwa getting together that much and if he won’t cause physical harm if they do the do because he cares about them most then there’s no actual issue with it! Like the leader didn’t do anything to him when he believed they had already done it, he just interrogated him about it. He didn’t seem to mind it in the end, though I do not get wanting to watch. But if it causes rifts between the two boys then that could be a very good thing for the rebellion!

Anyways, I hope they can cut out all this black magic seance bull and detain the false prophet, but I have a hard time believing that anyone can come out from this unscathed mentally. Except maybe Yeosang if my hope of a theory is correct 😂

Sorry for ranting at you! This is just to say that I’ve been thinking about Answer and the Pinterest boards ever since I finished binging the whole thing.

I hope not all will be lost for our favorites (NOT HONGJOONG and maybe not Jongho if he is truly irredeemable) (they can go have a nice chat for forever with the police tbh, I just hope they’re not corrupt too. I would not be able to handle it.)

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^ Me fighting back the misogyny from HJ and his drones bc I have sO many clapbacks I am ready to unLEASH at them for their insults at mc

LKAJSFLKJSAD i hope your eyes were okay after reading so many words so quickly LOL

THIS ANALYSIS OF YEOSANG IS KILLING MEEEE LMFAOASLKFDJAS LOOK MOM IM A FARMERLKAJEKJF you mustve seen this in his board on my pinterest

pls i love your analysis of the rest of this too lol you're so real dw dw for sending a long ask i love it sm and tysm for liking the story so much that you binged it !!!! that's seriously so so meaningful to me hehe

#🗡️ anon #answered #is hj a misogynist or does he just think everyone is below him hrmmmmm #idek myself lol not that thats a question for you LOL #THANK YOU AGAIN MWAH #the answer spoilers #feedback

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lecterthewhale · 2 years ago

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Episode 3 for Oshi no Ko just came out and yes, I’m still in love!

We all guessed it would happen after the first episode, but the pacing for the story is on the slower side. That being said, I appreciate it because it really gives us time to get to know and love these characters better!

To begin with, let’s just look at Arima Kana this episode! Can I just begin by saying that this girl is such a sweetheart??? Like, episode 1 she was such a brat, but this episode? We could see that not only did she have to deal with the consequences of being self-absorbed, but she’s also learned from them and is now such a sweetheart! If that weren’t enough, she’s giving Aqua the chance to get back into acting and I am nothing if not an Aqua Stan, so I support this whole-heartedly.

On top of all of that, though, she’s also so funny and light-hearted(for the most part)! Like, so many of her comments are just so dang funny! From following Aqua after he leaves the school and asking what middle school he’s from to calling out the director for living with his mother to assuming Aqua is gay she’s just such a lighthearted, fun character right now.

That being said, the details!!!! We know Kana lives alone, that she’s struggled with the acting business, that even though she’s doing her best she doesn’t even have an agency and the producer is looking down on her. All of these make it so Kana’s lightheartedness isn’t tasteless in a story that shows the darker side of the entertainment industry—instead it fits beautifully with everything else. Kana hasn’t seen the darkness the way the Hoshinos have so she’s allowed to be more lighthearted and have it make sense, but she isn’t oblivious to it, either. And man oh man I can’t wait for Aqua to bring it next episode!

Which brings us to my boy, Aqua!

Before we get to the fact that he’s acting again(which, whoa, I didn’t expect that to happen so early in the story, but I am in no way upset by it either), can we talk about the cute twin moments with Ruby in this episode???? Just watch that entire beginning scene where the two of them are talking to Kana! The way they both understand each other so well and aren’t ashamed of it, the whispering to each other, the way Aqua shows and feels no shame in admitting that he’s only going to that high school for his sister and she, in turn, feels no awkwardness or embarrassment in casually calling him a siscon? Man, this sibling relationship is just so dang funny and sweet! I love it!

On top of that, Ruby gets so excited about Aqua going into acting! Somehow, the one thing that seems to make Aqua bashful is acting(likely because it’s something that he wants to do for himself, but doesn’t know how to let himself live for himself) so it’s so important that his family is supporting him in this! But, like, the matching Twin sweatshirts they were wearing during that scene? Love it! Gotta say, all the matching outfits for these two give me life!!!! I love it when the twins are together and I can’t wait to see more of them!

That being said, Aqua and obsessive go together like peanut butter and jelly. Because the whole phone sequence? Where the boy continued trying passcodes for four entire years(and yes, I did look up how to do italics on tumblr just to be able to give four entire years the emphasis that it truly and honestly needs)??? That is absolutely insane and obsessive to the nth degree! Anybody who doubts the fervency of Aqua’s desire for revenge is so off-point it’s not even funny. The boy took four years to break into a phone and then memorized all the names of the contacts to help him have some idea of where to even begin looking for his father.

But enough about that, let’s talk about the fact that he’s acting!!!!! Boy oh boy am I excited for Aqua to be acting again! But, like, did you all see his eye sparkle when he heard what the show was??? He wanted to be in it from that exact moment, none of you can convince me otherwise! He didn’t agree until he heard who the producer was, yes, but in some ways I can’t help but feel like that was almost an excuse he was giving himself to allow himself to act again. My evidence? The end of the episode!

Aqua has the DNA, by all means he doesn’t especially need to do anything special, and yet you all saw that closing image, yeah? Aqua is about to make at least that episode worth watching! He’s gonna go all out in acting and I don’t care what Aqua says about his own talents in acting, I believe in that boy enough for the two of us! And you know what, the fact that he’s also doing it in defense of Kana???? This boy has a heart of gold and will do literally anything to protect the people he loves. We know this just by looking at everything he’s done/is doing for Ai and Ruby, but it looks like Kana might be added to the list of his people soon if things continue, and I am all for this!

All of this being said, Aqua right now doesn’t know how to let himself live for himself or even really value himself. This has been an underlying issue the entire series, but it’s definitely something to keep an eye on as the story progresses. He never got angry at the stalker for killing him(in fact, in episode 1 Aqua says that he felt almost grateful to the stalker), Aqua never lets himself enjoy things for himself(he always credited Sarina for his love of Ai/says he was Ai’s fan for Sarina rather than admitting it was for himself and, now, he won’t even let himself admit that he enjoys acting), and even which high school he went to was solely decided by which Ruby went to. From the very beginning he was called somebody with no dreams(refer to the conversation in Episode 1 between the doctor and Sarina when they’re discussing what it would be like to be an idol’s child) and even though he was a doctor, a profession that’s usually very ambitious, Aqua never truly showed any love for the profession in either life—being something of a layabout while he actually was a doctor and never even considering being a doctor again in this life. It honestly makes me wonder why he was ever a doctor and wonder more about his past life in general, because, when you think about it, we don’t actually know all that much about his past life, do we?

Anyway, another great episode of Oshi no Ko with another cliff hanger ending! I cannot wait for next week’s episode to come!

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nullaria · 2 years ago

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From friends to strangers, then to lovers. (Part 1)

Ten years. That's how long I've known her. Six of which I've had a one-sided love for her.

I first saw her when I transferred to their neighborhood, and while I wish we were neighbors, I wasn't so lucky to live next door to her. She was learning how to ride her pink, frilly bike in the park across from our house with her dad, and all I could think about was how she could touch the pedals, given that the kid's bike seemed bigger than her.

Our first meeting was when I transferred to their school. I was placed in her class, and she was sitting in front. The teacher introduced me as usual and told me to sit in the empty seat at the back.

When the break came, I remember her approaching me first and telling me my name was meant for boys, which must mean that I was too. I was stunned, not because of her comment but because of how small she was up close and how big her eyes were that one could get lost in them.

"Well, only babies are that small. Does that mean you're a baby?" I responded without breaking eye contact.

It was then that our so-called friendship started. After that, a day didn't go by without her complaining about me and me returning the favor.

Years passed, and we continued our antics. While we've spent almost every day bickering, there wasn't a day where we were separated. It was like the people around us knew we were a package deal. They'd pair us up during projects, our seats would always be close to each other, and we'd always be signed up for the same activities.

Even if I hated being paired with her for everything, she became an irreplaceable part of my life before I knew it.

One day, when we were nine, her parents signed her up for a kid's pageant in the town square. She invited me, of course, not because she wanted me to support her but to prove that she wasn't a baby despite her small stature.

I was so confident in myself that she wouldn't be able to convince me otherwise, but when I saw her walk up on stage, it was then I understood what beauty was.

She looked beautiful despite her childish, pink, frilly dress. Her walk across the stage oozed with confidence no baby could ever produce. The way she smiled, the way she talked, the way. . . She was just perfect.

I didn't want to be like her; I wanted to be with her. I wanted to keep seeing that smile, keep seeing her confidence, keep seeing her.

While I didn't realize I was in love until much later, I knew that seeing her on stage that day made me fall for her.

Fast forward to when we entered middle school, we continued to bicker over the most minor things. For example, she would constantly nag about how I don't care for my appearance while I always pick on her height.

I thought our relationship would always be like this. But all things change eventually, especially in middle school. Girls started to care more about boys and appearances, while boys wanted to look better for girls.

It was also around this time that we started to have different hobbies. I ventured into sports while she ventured into singing and boy bands. Despite this, we remained close and spent time at each other's houses. While I didn't like the makeover she did in her room, sleepovers were still a thing between us.

Of course, I didn't mind the boy band posters and cut-out pictures of actresses from magazines on her walls. I love her smile whenever she sings and talks about how she wants to look when she grows up. What I didn't like was boys started noticing her more and more.

I knew she was becoming prettier as the years passed, but I didn't need the boys reminding me about it and forcing me to introduce them to her.

But I figured I couldn't monopolize her forever.

One day when we were 13, I found her talking to a boy I used to play volleyball with behind the schoolyard. Since the boy left with a massive smile, I could only assume it went well.

I admit that I'm oblivious to most things, but I know what a confession looks like. It is one of the things I've dreamt of doing to her, after all. I've lost count of the number of letters I've written in preparation for the time I finally confess to her, but someone beat me to it.

I don't remember much that year aside from giving her the space she needs to spend with her boyfriend. I wish I could say I was keeping my distance because I'm such a good friend, but I wasn't. Instead, I was bitter, sad, and jealous.

Bitter because she accepted the guy's confession without telling me she was receiving love letters in the first place.

Sad because I had to give her away to some guy who can't even receive a spike properly.

And extremely jealous of the guy who could call her his girlfriend.

But I regret it.

I regret not confessing first.

I regret distancing myself.

And most of all, I regret letting her go.

Halfway through our senior year, she was invited to study music in Europe. She was so excited that her family hosted a party for this achievement. She's always dreamed of singing on a big stage, and the invitation was a big step for her career.

I wanted to be happy for her, but for some reason, I couldn't. All I could think about was how this was godsent for her to follow her boyfriend in Europe, who left earlier that year to pursue his volleyball career.

She must have been pleased about it, so as a good friend, I convinced her to leave as early as possible. The least I could do was let her be with her boyfriend as soon as possible, right? I knew she had missed him since he left.

Okay, that was a lie.

The thought of her leaving to be with someone else broke my heart. I knew it was unreasonable to think she was leaving to be with her boyfriend, but my immature mind always drifted to that idea.

Just when I thought that things could finally go back to how they were when her boyfriend left, knowing that our days together were numbered was too much for me to bear.

And so, she left. She left with tears in her eyes as I waved her goodbye with the brightest smile I could muster.

And that was the last time I saw her. While we communicated as frequently as possible, we slowly grew apart. Not to mention I was scared. So scared that if we continued talking, I wouldn't be able to move on, get over her, and live my life without her.

It's been ten years since she left. I thought that would be the last time I saw her, but I guess I'm still not that lucky.

Today's the reunion for our grade in middle school, and there she is, smiling brightly as she greeted familiar faces with confidence, captivating the crowd with nothing but her presence. Just like all those years ago in the town square of our neighborhood.

Well, it seems ten years isn't nearly enough to make a dent in my feelings for her.

Crap.

#friends to lovers #romance writing #writeblr #writers on tumblr #urfriendlywriter #sapphic #writing

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yuikomorii · 2 years ago

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hello admin I hope this is not a repeated question and I would be grateful if you could give your opinion on this matter. Who do you think is the smartest boy in DL? Of course, not with regard to academic success, because I don't consider it as a criterion for being smart. Rather, according to the behaviors that these boys have shown so far, in your opinion, which of the 13 boys is the most intelligent?

// L to the A to the I to the T to the O !

And nobody can change my mind because this man is literally scaringly smart and will forever be the most intelligent DL character in my eyes. I will talk about him soon, I just want to get some things straight here.

Grades don’t equal intelligence, therefore I would never judge it solely on someone’s academic success. It’s not that hard getting a good score if you pay attention during class or simply study, so it’s more about effort. I’m speaking from my own experience because I’m one of my university’s top students yet there are classmates who are undoubtedly smarter than me or than the teachers themselves.

To be honest, in my opinion, the "big brain" DL boys aren't nearly as intelligent as they’re described. Sure, they're knowledgeable, but I wouldn't call them geniuses. Writers will make a character appear intelligent by having everyone else act stupid or oblivious. For example, in LE and CL, it took them 1000 years to realize that Kino, the new, mysterious guy they know nothing about, was the one causing them problems, and they were surprised despite the fact that it was obvious. I should also point out that their plans and strategies aren't particularly good; it's just that the writers will make them appear to be successful. If they gave the same plan to a seemingly stupid Diaboy, they would make him fail and face consequences.

Furthermore, it irritates me that they are constantly attempting to humiliate Yui with things they are proficient in. They test her with cubes, puzzles, musical instruments, and books in foreign languages she doesn't speak, such as Latin and German. They are aware Yui isn't the brightest, and they can clearly see she lacks knowledge and any talents, so I'm not sure how you, a "genius," would find satisfaction in seeing a seemingly stupid character fail at things stereotypically smart people excel at. Why not, for example, challenge someone of your league? Or are you afraid of failing that way, and you only get that spark from someone weaker than you?

Okay, enough of that, let's get back to Laito. Laito's brain power outperforms everyone else's and he’s not just book smart but he's also extremely street smart.

He's very perceptive and has the best ability to read others. While the big brain boys rely on simple and sometimes obvious deductions, Laito memorizes information about you and will later know how to use it against you to cause you pain. He's a master of gaslighting and convincing; he manipulated Yui into saying and doing things she would never have done otherwise, and he's impossible to trick. Every time Yui tried to be bold in front of him, saying things like "perhaps you’re the one who likes the pain" or "you’re the masochist”, Laito twisted her words so as to make her feel like a bad person, which she believed.

I understand that being manipulative does not always imply being clever, because any human being can manipulate, but Laito is not your average manipulator. To manipulate someone, you must be able to hold a large amount of information in your mind at the same time. A larger brain capacity is required to be a skilled manipulator because you are creating several different scenarios and outcomes prior to and during a conversation with the person you are attempting to manipulate. Laito has a high level of metacognition, which most people do not have, and his brain is quick, creative, adaptable, and can unquestionably be called intelligent.

You can also notice that he says some really meaningful things that Yui and his two brothers can’t understand. His poetic way of speaking isn’t a reason to mislead others or make them feel stupid, but rather he’s merely expressing his thoughts that way. I love those moments when he’s unpredictable and pulls a spontaneous psychological mind game, because I know this man would be able to twist everyone around his little finger if he wanted to, even the big brain boys (no wonder even Carla acknowledged him as intelligent).

However, one of Laito’s flaws is that he got poor emotional control and his trauma makes him perceive some things differently. He’s still dangerously intelligent and the fact his intelligence is so underrated feels unbelievable.

#laito sakamaki #yui komori #diabolik lovers #dialovers #sakamaki laito #komori yui #admin

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andillneverbethesame · 3 years ago

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back stabber

❦ pairings: your friend x sirius black

❦ warnings: angst, naked people

❦ summary: you tell your friends who your crush is and one of them back-stabs you.

❦ word count: 1,6k

❦ a/n: not my gif. do you want a part two?

JUNE, 1977

"so, y/n." marlene smirked as she lied on the floor, leaning her head against her hand. she watched you taking a sip of an alcohol that had veritaserum in it. "who's the mysterious boy – or girl – you like?"

lily, mary and marlene tried everything for you to answer their question. you were convinced that lily already knew or at least had some suspicion. but they wouldn't be asking if they knew, meaning that the ginger girl kept her mouth shut and you were more than grateful for that.

"sirius?" mary asked, her mouth was still opened in shock. "sirius black? the sirius black? that dramatic prick?"

"sirius," you answered immediately making everyone widen their eyes. well, not everyone it was only mary and marlene who are the oblivious ones in your friend group. lily, however, as you expected, didn't look surprised at all – she had a smirk playing on her lips.

you nodded.

"i thought you hated him," said marlene. "you always talk so badly about him."

you sighed. "that was because i didn't want you to have any suspicions." you looked at lily, who was still grinning. "however, mrs. potter over here already had some."

"don't call me that-"

"you're a traitor, lils!" exclaimed marlene. "we three promised to each other that if we'll find out or have suspicions about who y/n likes, we'd tell each other!"

"correction, marlene, i didn't not promise anything that afternoon in the library. you two just counted me in because i was there with you," said lily calmly. "plus, it was not my secret to tell. it would be incredibly stupid of me."

"ah, lily." you sighed as you placed your head into her lap. "i love you."

• • •

the september sun shone brightly that 29th day of the month. you closed your eyes in exhaustion as you enjoyed the comfortable warm feeling on your face while lily did the same. you two were the only people at hogwarts - excluding first and second years. you and lily didn't find a date to hogsmeade so you decided to not go there.

marlene finally picked up the courage to ask out a fellow gryffindor girl dorcas meadowes and she agreed. and mary was with the marauders. you thought about joining them too, but lily immediately refused to do so. apparently, the thought of spending time with james potter made her want to vomit. you knew that was a huge lie but you didn't try to change her mind.

the silence between you two was soon interrupted by the ginger girl.

"why don't you tell sirius you like him?" she said out of nowhere.

"what?" you opened your eyes and raised your eyebrow at her.

"you heard me."

you sighed. "i really don't know what do you want me to say. i need to be sure that he likes me back, otherwise it would be so bloody embarassing. can you imagine that? telling someone about your feelings towards them and their answer would be they don't feel the same. i send hugs and kisses to anyone that had this experience. . ."

"you're just so oblivious, aren't you?" laughed lily. "sirius definitely likes you. remember that emerald dress you wore to slughorn's party? he was practically drooling over you! i heard potter, remus and peter teasing him about it later. it was actually quite hilarious, really. he was blushing, y/n, can you imagine that? sirius black was blushing! such a shame you didn't get to see that. . ."

"yeah." you nodded. "cause i don't believe a word you said. look, i know you are smart and all but you can't be sure about everything, can you? that would be impossibly impossible."

"i'm not saying that i'm sure about everything." lily rolled her eyes. "but i am thousand precent sure about this. i'm serious, y/n, have you seen the way he looks at you? if you weren't so damn oblivious, you would notice that."

"sirius looks at a lot of girls like that, lily. i would like to believe that i am an expection, but i'm not. if he was really drooling over me than it was probably because his dick was getting hard."

"stop talking nonsense!" the girl exclaimed and threw grass at you, ignoring the inappropriate comment you let out. "how can you even doubt his feelings after all this time?"

"and how can you be so sure?" you asked and lily looked at you. she looked as if she wanted to say something. "come on, evans. tell me."

she sighed. "i'm not supposed to say anything. sirius would kill me if he was here."

"but he's not."

"do you remember michael harper? that ravenclaw guy that asked you out on valentine's day this year?" she asked and you nodded. "well, we know that michael is very popular at hogwarts so it was no secret and those news that you agreed to go out with him spread like a wildfire. it was 14th of february about eleven in the evening when i arrived to the common room from my prefect duties. remus wasn't feeling well so i was alone. i thought the common room would be empty by that time but i noticed sirius sitting in front of the fire place. i was about to scold him for being up so late but i saw sadness written all over his face. i almost didn't want to believe it. i quietly sat down next to him and asked him what's wrong and i didn't actually believe he would tell me but he did. he told me so many things i had no idea about, y/n. him having actual romantic feelings towards you was one of them. i mean, i did notice the change of his behaviour to you but as you now, i thought he only wanted to get between your legs. that night with him in the common room changed my whole mind."

you shook your head. "you gotta be kidding me. there is no fucking way that the feelings may be mutual. and even if he did like me back then, it was seven months ago. . . his feelings could fade away."

"i'm just telling you what he told me," said lily. "if i was you, i would probably tell him about my feelings."

you didn't say anything for a while as you thought about it. the worst thing about telling sirius how you feel would be him rejecting you. as much as terrible it sounded, you at least would throw that weight off your shoulders.

"i'm gonna tell him. like now."

• • •

the portrait opened after lily said the password, allowing you to enter the gryffindor common room.

you looked around and spotted almost anyone but sirius, so he was probably in his and marauders' dorm.

lily whispered a small 'good luck' and with that, you made your way to the boys' dormitories.

"what are you all smily about, evans?" james asked at the sight of her face.

she beamed. "y/n decided to confess her feelings to sirius!" remus, james and peter looked at each other with sad expressions. "what? isn't that bloody amazing?"

"lily," began remus, "why do you think the rest of us is here while sirius is in our dorm?"

"just get to the point."

"let's say he's rather busy at the moment. . ." whispered peter. "with a girl. . ."

the girl's eyes widened. "fuck! fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! y/n is about to confess feelings to someone who's now in bed with some girl?!"

"it would be better if it was only some girl. . ." said james. "marlene and dorcas are in your dorm. who does that leaving?"

mary.

"shit."

• • •

you paced in front of the door to the marauders' dorm, nervoussy building up in your body by each passing second.

you haven't really thought about what you would say as it was quite fast desicion, leaving almost no time to think about your confession.

you finally picked up the courage and knocked on the door, waiting for sirius to answer. when you didn't hear anything, you thought he was probably in the bathtroom and that's why he didn't hear you. not thinking much about it, you opened the door. and you wished you didn't make that movement at all.

your eyes immediately landed on sirius bed. he was there, naked with mary, who was also clothesless, on top of him. the two of them quickly turned their heads to you and mirrored your wide-eyed expression. however, mary's eyes were soon filled with regret as she covered her chest with her arms.

you felt betrayed. not because sirius was sleeping with someone – it would be more of a surprise if he didn't. but it was because it was mary. your friend mary who knew about your crush on sirius. that mary who wanted to get you and sirius together since she found out. you felt as if she took a knife and stabbed you in the back.

"y/l/n." sirius nodded at you as a greeting. "need something?"

"i actually wanted to talk to you," you admitted.

"then go on," he said. "tell me, what's going on in that pretty head of yours?"

you bit the inside of your cheek at that 'pretty head' compliment. "this is really not a good time for me to tell you," you paused. "and now i think there will be no right time for it in the future."

with a final breath and a 'sorry', you walked out of the room, closing the door behind you.

seconds later, you found yourself in arms of lily evans as tears streamed down your face.

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peterpparkerwrites · 3 years ago

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spider-man cookies and napkin notes

a/n: ok I’m kind of going back on what I said and posting fics that haven’t previously been on tumblr yet first, so any of you that didn’t follow me to wattpad can see some “new” content :) warnings: really bad coffee puns, but otherwise it’s just really cute pairing: college!peter parker x reader word count: 6.5k summary: peter has finally been bullied (lovingly, of course) by his friends into asking out the cute barista, but things go a little wrong. or maybe a little right.

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"God, you are so whipped," Ned's grumble made Peter break his gaze to give his friend a dirty look.

"What?"

"Maybe if you'd stop ogling at our barista for five seconds, you'd be paying attention to what I just said.

"Her name's Y/N," Peter defended you, "And I was paying attention. But, uh...say it again anyway."

"You are awful."

Peter listened this time as Ned went over the crazy professor he had, making sure his attention didn't waver even as you passed by their table to help another customer.

He had been coming here since the beginning of college, discovering it was unusually quiet compared to other cafe's near campus, and it had some of the best coffee he'd ever had. Caffeine didn't affect him as much since becoming Spider-Man, so he didn't usually care for it - but one cup from here changed his life.

Though, there was another reason that he liked to frequent this place more than the ones closer to campus.

And that reason walked right up to their table, making his attention slip away again from Ned's rant.

"Are you guys wanting anything else?" You asked as you started gathering up their empty cups, "Maybe a refill?"

"I'm good, thank you," Peter said softly, barely trusting himself not to stutter around you.

He knew he had a track record for falling too quickly and too hard when he had a crush on someone, but he was convinced it was entirely different with you. When you first smiled at him and complimented his Iron Man shirt, he swore it was just a coincidence that he turned bright red and stuttered a thank you, which made MJ lose her mind. But the fact that he still had that reaction around you was enough to tell him that he liked you. And he didn't mind it at all.

It had been months now, you knew him and his friends by name, and you always greeted them like friends. The little conversations you all had between you helping customers made his day, and made him like you even more. And lately he had a feeling that maybe you liked him a little too.

"Well, I'm not," Ned interrupted his thoughts, making him frown, "I think I need something strong to get through the day, this class is killing me."

"Well, you're taking computer science, so I don't know what else you expected," you teased a little, pointing at the menu, "Our cold brews are pretty strong if you want to try that?"

"Yes, and please add some type of sugar, I can't handle drinks like the ones Peter orders."

"I'm more a sweet coffee girl myself," you smiled a little as you wrote that down, "Anything else? You sure you don't want anything, Peter?"

He ignored the increase in his heart rate when you said his name, "Uh, I-I'm good, thanks."

He was pathetic.

You just shrugged, somehow always oblivious to his nervousness around you, which he was grateful for.

"We saw you guys have Spider-Man cookies now," Ned asked, and Peter wanted to bang his head against the table. "How much are those?"

"Oh, they're only a dollar, and they're really good," you promised, "Do you guys want two?"

"Yes please. This boy needs some type of sugar in his life."

Peter shot Ned at angry look while you laughed, telling them you'd be right back.

"When are you going to ask her out, dude? She's clearly waiting for you to."

"No she's not," he glared at his friend again, forcing his insecure thoughts away. "She probably has a boyfriend, anyway. Or a girlfriend. She could get anyone she wants, she-she wouldn't say yes to me."

Ned rolled his eyes, "You're such a pick me boy."

"And you're an-"

He didn't finish that sentence as you were already back with their cookies, dropping them off with a quick smile before going to help another table that was waving you over.

Peter read the pun you wrote on each of their cookie bags, like you always did whenever one of them got a pastry. His said "made espresso-ly for you" with a winky face, and Ned's read "dough me a favor - enjoy these cookies!"

"These puns are awful," Ned chuckled, "You two must be made for each other. And she gave you a winky face!"

"I didn't even know they made Spider-Man cookies," Peter grumbled, ignoring everything he said. He didn't want to read into something as silly as a winky face and get his hopes up for no reason.

Ned was dying as Peter stared down at the frosting version of his mask. "Seriously, dude?"

"What, I think it's hilarious," Ned laughed, taking a ridiculously large bite out of Spider-Man's head. "And besides, Y/N said they were really good."

"Shut up, man."

When Ned and MJ exchanged a look when Peter brought up going to the cafe to study, he knew he was in for it.

"Why don't you go alone today?" Ned suggested slyly, making Peter frown even more. "Maybe without us there you'll finally get the guts to ask Y/N out."

"Please, we'd literally have to force him to do it," MJ rolled her eyes, "But I did want to check out that new place by my dorm. Apparently they donate have their proceeds to the organization of your choice."

"Guys," Peter clasped his hands together, pouting, "Please don't make me go alone. I don't really like any other coffee shop but it'll look weird if I'm by myself and-"

"Stop making excuses!" MJ threw her hands up, "You complain about not getting to know Y/N better because we're always there, so this is your chance! If you actually want to talk to her like a normal human being instead of gaping like a fish."

"I don't gape like a-"

"MJ is right," Ned put a hand on his shoulder, "We're doing this because we love you, and it's been way too long since you've been on a date."

"This wouldn't be a date-"

"At least ask for her number," MJ continued, "Anything. This is getting pathetic, I'm about to ask her out if you don't."

"Okay!" Peter threw his hands up, "Fine! I'll go by myself but I won't promise anything, I don't want to make her uncomfortable."

"At least you're a gentleman," MJ rolled her eyes, throwing her arm over Ned's shoulder, "Have fun with Y/N, I'm going to be enjoying coffee that probably tastes like shit but will at least be for a good cause. Who are you thinking of donating to, Ned?"

Peter droned them out for the rest of the walk, barely giving them a wave as they split ways to go to each different shop. He was getting too much into his own thoughts as your shop came into view, almost wanting to turn around until he saw you behind the window.

You were just cleaning a table, looking at the front door every once in a while like you were expecting someone. Maybe he was stupid to think that maybe you were hoping him and his friends would show up, but it was the usual time of day they would all go...never mind. He was being ridiculous.

Still, he managed to make himself go inside anyway. You looked up at the door ringing, your lips spreading into a wide smile.

"All alone today?"

He noted that you seemed to be in a really good mood today, which made him feel giddy. He dropped his stuff on the usual table, trying to get himself together before speaking to you. God, he hadn't had this much trouble speaking to a girl since Liz. At least then he was a kid and there was an excuse.

"Yep, Ned and MJ are cheating on this place for one closer to campus," he sighed dramatically while you gasped.

"The betrayal," you put a hand over your heart, making him laugh, "How will I ever forgive them?"

"I'm sure once they realize the coffee cakes here are better than anywhere else, they'll come crawling back," Peter joked as he sat down.

"I'm guessing that's what you want today, then?"

"Please," he smiled as you jotted that down.

"And your usual drink?"

"Why don't you...surprise me this time?" He asked, and your eyes lit up. The look on your face made him glad he was risking his usual drink for whatever you would make in its place.

"Really? Okay, do you want caffeine today? Cold or hot?" You were already writing faster on your little notebook, your excitement making Peter melt.

"Hot, it is freezing outside," he shuddered, making you laugh, "And you can choose caffeine or not. I trust you."

You smiled at that, "Sure thing. I'll be right back."

There was only one other customer in the cafe, an older man typing furiously on his laptop. Peter tried to pay attention to his own computer instead of watching you behind the counter, but he couldn't really help it.

You were pacing between machines and syrups, and he tried not to wince when he saw you were using quite a few different ones. To him, syrup meant sugar, and he needed to prepare himself to act like he would enjoy whatever you were making him.

"Ta-da!" It was only a few moments later that you were presenting the drink to him like a prize, your excited expression making him smile despite how...light the coffee looked. Still, no matter what it was - he didn't regret it in the slightest if it meant you were going to smile at him like that.

Peter took a sip and tried his best to keep his expression neutral, but it was way different from his normal drink.

"Wow, that's...that's great!" He tried, and you frowned.

"You totally hate it," you sighed, but you were hiding a smile.

"No, no, it's really good," he promised, but you were already laughing.

"Too sweet, huh?"

"Maybe a little," he winced, and you grinned wider.

"Then it's on the house, and I'll go make your usual right now instead."

He had to admit he was a little relieved when you brought him his usual drink, setting it in front of him with another chuckle. "I guess I should have remembered you're not a sugary guy."

"Hey, coffee is better without sugar," he defended himself, "Besides, that's what the coffee cake is for."

"Oh, let me grab it!" You hurried back to get it, almost making Peter laugh at your rush. "I'm sorry, I was so excited about your drink that I forgot."

"No worries," Peter chuckled, taking the bag from you and immediately looking at the pun you wrote.

Where have you "bean" all my life? He hoped his face wasn't red enough for you to notice. And he definitely wasn't going to read into that too much. You always made puns on the pastry bags...even if this was the first one that sounded like borderline flirting.

Surely that didn't mean anything.

"Do you want me to take that away?" You were stifling a laugh as you gestured to the other drink you made him.

"I feel bad wasting coffee, even if it is disgustingly sweet," he admitted, but he was grimacing at the thought of drinking it.

"I actually made it really sweet on purpose," you winked, and he thought he was going to die right there. "I know how much you hate sweet drinks and thought it would be hilarious to see your reaction."

"You...are evil," he finally managed to say, making you laugh, "How could you betray me like that?"

You held your hands up, "Hey, it was funny watching you scramble to tell me it was good!"

"I'm never coming back here again," he said dramatically, making you laugh even harder.

"Yes, you will. You like me too much to ever abandon me like Ned and MJ did," you teased, not knowing how true your words really were.

"Yeah, I suppose," Peter said carefully, making himself take a drink before he said anything stupid. "But I'm never letting you surprise me with a drink again. I never knew you could be so cruel."

"You're so dramatic," you laughed, picking up the drink you made him, "This is my favorite drink from here, I'm a little offended."

"If I didn't drink straight black coffee every day, I might've found it good," he tried, making you roll your eyes. "I'm very sorry for insulting your favorite drink. Please forgive me?"

"Fine, I guess," you sighed, "Enjoy your incredibly bland and boring coffee, Peter."

He scoffed as you walked away laughing, going to check in on the other customer. He forced his eyes back down to his computer, knowing that he would be in trouble if he spent his whole time here focusing on you instead of his school work.

Even if he wanted to do the former instead.

Peter was by himself again the next time he visited the coffee shop. This time it wasn't because Ned and MJ ditched him - in fact, he went by himself on purpose. For one, you never worked in the evenings, so it wouldn't matter if you were there, anyway. For another, it was nearly eleven at night and he needed to do last minute studying somewhere he could actually focus.

The cafe was quiet when he came in, and he didn't see anyone behind the counter. Whoever had the night shift was probably cleaning in the back, considering they would only be open for a few more hours.

Peter didn't rush to get his things out, though he was hoping someone would have heard the door bell and come to get his order. He needed something strong if he was going to get through the night.

It was only a few seconds later that he heard footsteps, but he didn't look up from his computer until they were right next to him.

"Late night studying?" Peter was already smiling in surprise at the familiar voice, looking up to meet your equally tired eyes.

"I-I thought you only worked in the afternoons," Peter said with raised eyebrows, a little embarrassed that you were seeing him like this. Frantic last minute studying wasn't exactly the best impression of himself.

"I took a long shift today," you shrugged, and Peter realized you really were just as tired as he was. "Coworker is sick, so they needed the help. Anyway, what can I get for you?"

"The usual," he smiled a little, "But with like four extra shots, please. I need to stay awake."

"I'm considering making one for myself," you agreed, "I'll be right back with that, Pete."

Luckily, you were already walking back to the counter and didn't see his face turn pink at that nickname. Unfortunately, more customers came in, most of them his age and likely also doing last minute studying for finals week. You were busy with other customers to the point where he couldn't talk with you much, but that was okay - you looked exhausted and he didn't want to make your shift any more difficult by bothering you.

He didn't know how much time had gone by until he realized you were on your way out.

"Your shift done already?" He asked as you passed by him without your apron or name tag, and you nodded.

"Yep, finally," you stifled a yawn, and he felt awful that you had to work so long, as if it was his fault. "Hopefully I can stay awake on the walk home."

"Walk home?" He repeated you, glancing at the time and seeing how late it was. "Wait two seconds."

You watched him curiously as he started quickly gathering his things up, only processing what he was doing after a second, "Oh, wait, you-you don't have to walk me home, that's really sweet but you said you had studying to do-"

"Trust me, that can wait," he zipped up his bag, slipping it on, "Besides, it's really late, I was just about done anyway. Do you...mind if I walk you home?"

You hesitated, not wanting to be a bother - but the look in his eyes convinced you to cave. "No, I'd like that, actually."

He smiled and held the door open for you, a soft "thank you" coming from your lips before you both headed out into the night air.

"How many hours did you work?" He asked as you both started walking down the street, almost afraid of the answer.

"About eleven," you winced at the expression on his face, "I know, that wasn't a great idea. But overtime, am I right?"

"I suppose," he chuckled, "Hopefully this is a one time thing, though?"

"I won't be doing again for a while," you shuddered, and Peter thought it was because of the idea of doing a long shift again. But then he realized you were holding your arms to yourself, and it was cold, and you had no jacket.

Peter hesitated for a moment before shrugging his jacket off, really hoping this wasn't crossing a line. "Here, it's freezing."

Your expression softened as he held his jacket out to you, "Are...are you sure? You only have that thin sweatshirt-"

"Please," he insisted, holding it out further, "You're only wearing a t-shirt and it's about to snow. The last thing you need is to get sick."

"Thank you, Peter," you smiled as you took it from him, sliding it on gratefully. "I guess I hadn't really planned on walking home this late when it was cold."

You immediately felt warmer, still hugging your arms to yourself as you warmed up. Maybe it was a good thing you left your jacket at home.

Peter let you lead the way, considering he had no idea where you lived. He assumed it was close by since you walked instead of taking the subway, and he found that it was a nice walk nonetheless. Despite that, he was racking his brain for something to say, wanting to talk to you in the spare time he had before you reached your place. Luckily, you spoke for him.

"So, what do you study that requires a textbook that massive?" You raised an eyebrow at the one book Peter couldn't fit in his bag, held between his arm and side.

"Biophysics," he held the book up, "It's hard, but I like it. What about you? Are you in college?"

He didn't realize how much he didn't get to know about you in the fleeting moments he had with you.

Between helping other customers and cleaning up tables, you two only got to talk briefly. He knew you liked to crack bad puns, you liked Star Wars because you complimented Ned's shirt once and expressed excitement for the new movie, and you read a lot based on the amount of times you would take a break and have a book in your hands.

Otherwise, he didn't know much - but he wanted to know it all.

"I'm actually taking a gap year," you smiled a little, "I wanted to save up for school and honestly, I hadn't really figured out what I wanted to do right after graduating. So right now it's just the cafe, I guess."

"That's great, actually," he grinned, "It would probably be hard to tackle a job and school at the same time."

Technically, if he wanted to count being Spider-Man as a job, then he was doing just that. But obviously he wasn't going to tell you that.

"I'll have to do that in the fall," you made a face that he found adorable, "But I'll probably just take less shifts. Still, it'll be nice to have some extra cash, I suppose."

"That's a shame, if I don't get to see you as often," he said without thinking, but luckily you laughed in response.

"That would be a shame," you agreed, your smile making him relax, "Though I'm sure I'll be there for late night studying just like you are."

He couldn't help but feel disappointed when you stopped walking outside an apartment building. The walk went way faster than he had hoped, but he was relieved to know you lived close by your job and you didn't have to walk through any sketchy areas to get back and forth.

"Well, this is me," you gestured a little awkwardly, making Peter grin. "Thanks for walking me home, Peter. That was really sweet of you."

"Anytime."

To his surprise you pulled him into a hug, and he tried not to get lost in it. He counted only a few seconds before he made himself pull away, already missing the feeling of your arms around him.

Okay maybe Ned was right - he was whipped.

"Thanks again," you smiled, "I'll see you tomorrow?"

"Definitely," he breathed out, watching you give him a small wave as you entered your apartment building. He waved back, suddenly not feeling as tired as he was before. And he wasn't even upset that you forgot to give his jacket back.

In fact, he kind of hoped you would keep it.

Peter felt awful.

His side ached, he was pretty sure a nasty bruise was growing on his face, and he was losing energy. It was almost midnight and he had only fought the group of drug dealers because he thought there were three, which should've been a piece of cake.

But more came out of the shadows and even though he won and they were all carted away in police cars, he was beaten up pretty badly.

He sat down hard on the ledge of a building, ripping his mask off and sighing. Everything ached, and he knew he should go home, but the light of the cafe across the street distracted him.

It was your cafe, still open despite the late hour. He squinted as he noticed the worker cleaning tables, and he frowned when he realized it was you. He didn't see any customers, but also no other workers - were you in there by yourself?

He slipped his mask back on and leaped off the building, shooting a web to bring him to a more gentle landing. A pain still shot up his leg, and he winced, hoping his super healing would kick in soon.

Coffee. He needed coffee and a break and his energy back - that was why he was going in there. Not any other reason.

You looked up immediately when the bell rang, already behind the counter, but you froze when you realized just who was walking in.

Spider-Man. Freaking Spider-Man, who you never thought you'd meet in person in your entire life, had just walked into your coffee shop of all places. Despite not seeing his face, you almost thought he looked nervous, the way he hesitated before crossing his arms. Was this some kind of weird dream?

"Uh, hello," you finally spoke as you stared at him wide-eyed, your hand hovering over the cups, "Um...what can I...get for you?"

Peter resisted the urge to reply with 'the usual', luckily remembering at the last second that he was in his suit. In fact, he should probably order something different just to throw you off.

"Can I get a vanilla latte?" He clasped his hands together, "Please?"

"Sure thing," he found it cute how you scrambled to grab a hot cup and write his order on it. "Anything else?"

"And one of your Spider-Man cookies, of course. I've been told I look like that guy."

You chuckled at that, making Peter's heart skip a beat. He'd never get sick of that sound, he was certain of it. "That all?"

"Yep," he grabbed his card from one of his suit's pockets, "What do I owe you?"

"Oh, it's on the house," you waved your hand, "With everything you do for us everyday? It's the least I can do in return."

"I couldn't possibly-" Peter couldn't protest because you already left the register, starting work on his order and completely ignoring him. He just sighed, going to stand at the end of the counter and crossing his arms.

"Do you like latte art?" You asked as you were steaming the milk.

"Absolutely," he leaned against the counter, "What do you have in mind?"

You held the cup away from him, narrowing your eyes, "It's a surprise."

He sighed dramatically, making your mouth twitch as you tried not to smile. That was...a little familiar. It only took a few seconds for you to finish the design and be happy with it, and you slid it over the counter to him.

He took the cup, glad you couldn't tell how red his face was when he realized you had done latte art of...his mask.

"I love it," he looked back up to see your beaming smile, "You're really talented."

"Thank you," you did a little curtsy, making him laugh. You grabbed some tongs and got his cookie in a bag, handing that to him as well.

"Thanks," he took the bag, glancing around, "Are...are you the only one working tonight?"

"Yeah, my coworker has the flu," you frowned, eyeing the clock, "I've closed by myself before though, it's not so bad."

"This late at night?" He asked, not liking that at all.

"Are you about to give me a whole superhero speech about how I shouldn't walk home alone at night?" you crossed your arms, "I have...pepper spray."

"Still," he shook his head, plopping himself down in one of the seats. "I'll wait with you and walk you home."

"We're still open for another thirty minutes," you protested, "And then your drink will get cold! I'll be fine, seriously. But I appreciate the thought."

"I would feel really bad if I left right now and something happened," he shrugged, "Besides, you seem like nice company. Are you alright with me staying?"

You frowned, jumping up to sit on the counter. "Okay, fine. It was getting boring here by myself, anyway."

Without really thinking about it, he lifted his mask halfway as he had done several times on patrol when he was eating between fighting crime. He braced himself for the drink, hoping it wasn't as sweet as the one you made him the other day. Luckily, it wasn't too bad - though the vanilla was probably too much.

He noticed your eyes were trailing his jawline, and you almost laughed when his mouth turned down in a frown.

"Hey, don't be trying to sneak a peek," he pointed at you, making you roll your eyes, "Secret identities are secret for a reason, Y/N."

"Well, it's not like I could tell much from the bottom half of your face," you crossed your arms, but Peter didn't like the look in your eye. Maybe he should have just let his drink get cold. Surely you wouldn't recognize him? You had tons of customers every day.

"Have you ever had a vanilla latte before?" You asked suddenly.

"Course I have. It's my favorite," he lied, his mask's eyes narrowing as you bit your lip to keep from laughing.

"You don't seem to be enjoying it very much."

"I don't drink it that much," he tried, "Uh, gotta stay healthy, you know?"

"Sure," you got up from the counter, "I'm going to start cleaning up, but continue struggling to enjoy that latte."

"I-I am definitely enjoying this latte!" He protested, making you laugh as you went to the back.

It was quiet as he finished it, quickly finishing the cookie, too. You were humming as you cleaned the counters and the tables, adjusting things so they'd be ready in the morning. He was glad you didn't seem as tired tonight as you had the last night shift he encountered you on.

"I'm about ready to lock up," you told him after a little while, and he immediately jumped up. You grabbed your bag and to his surprise, shrugged on his jacket. He was glad the mask was covering up his undoubtedly red face, his chest feeling warm at the thought of you wearing his clothes.

He was in way too deep.

"So," he started speaking the second you locked the doors, feeling much more confident behind the mask. "What's your favorite flower?"

You gave him a funny look, "What?"

"Just curious. I like getting to know the citizens of the city I protect."

You smiled a little as you put your keys away. "So you ask them what their favorite flower is?"

"Among other things. So, what is it?"

He was grinning as you answered that question, and when you didn't hesitate to answer the next one he shot at you. It was a lie that he asked everyone this, but he wanted to know more about you, and he wasn't going to waste the chance on another short walk to your apartment.

And he loved listening to you talk, even if you didn't know it was him. Every little thing you said that gave him something more to know about you, he tucked away into a mental folder for later. You mentioned your favorite song, and he made a note to listen to it later. You told him your favorite color, and he scrambled to think of a shirt he could wear in that color.

These were things he hoped you would tell him as Peter, and he knew he could only do that if he finally shoved his fears away and asked you out. And he planned to - tonight had solidified that decision, and the next time he saw you, he would ask.

And hopefully it would work out how he wanted it to.

"This is me," you stopped outside your building, the deja vu hitting you both pretty hard.

"Thank you for letting me walk you home," Spider-Man bowed, making you laugh.

"And thank you for walking me home," your eyes sparkled like you knew something he didn't, making him nervous again. "It was a pleasure, Spider-Man."

"Have a good night, Y/N," he waved as he backed up, his chest feeling warm as you smiled back at him before heading into your building.

"I'm going to ask Y/N out."

"Finally," MJ groaned, much louder than Peter's whisper to her and Ned. "I'm sick of hearing you talk about her and not doing anything."

"Shh," he glanced over at where you were making a drink, glad the machines were too loud for you to have heard her say that.

"So, what are you going to do?" Ned asked, always the supportive friend.

Peter held up a napkin and a pen, "Leave a napkin note."

"Sweet," Ned gave him a fist bump.

"Are you gonna write a love poem?" MJ snickered, and Peter gave her a dirty look.

"No," he frowned, "I don't think that would go over very well. I suck at poetry."

"Not to mention that would be corny, and even though you are an incredibly corny person, I think that would be a little too far."

Peter ignored the other quips from MJ, focusing instead on what he was going to write that would hopefully make you want to say yes.

He made the note short and sweet, writing his phone number down at the end with shaking fingers. A note was probably the best way to do it - the last thing he wanted to do was put you on the spot, especially at your place of work. This was probably the best option he had to not make you uncomfortable if you didn't feel the same.

His heart ached at that idea, but he felt certain that you felt something toward him. Enough for him to put his heart on the line with this note.

Okay, maybe that was a little dramatic, but he would definitely be devastated if you didn't feel the same.

MJ and Ned had stacked their empty dishes up like they always did, and Peter folded the napkin and tucked it next to his cup instead of with the other trash so you'd see it. Considering he wrote your name on the note and that you were the only one working on the front end, he was sure no one else would take it by mistake.

"Are you going to wait for her to open it, or head out with us?" Ned asked, and Peter jumped up immediately.

"Definitely head out with you guys," he said quickly, "I'm sure she won't see it for a while, anyway."

His friends both agreed, and they headed out to spend the rest of their day on campus. It was nearing spring break and they were all going home soon, so they had decided to hang out for the day before splitting off.

He wished his mind was focused on spending time with his friends instead of wondering about that note.

Peter waited by his phone for ages. He tried to not make it obvious around Ned and MJ, but he kept glancing at it, waiting for that text. You probably had a long shift, and he was sure you didn't carry your phone on you while working behind the bar.

Still, several hours later, and his phone was still waiting for that text. As he was falling asleep, he was still staring at his phone, the disappointment and embarrassment feeling like it would eat him alive.

He clearly read it all wrong. Of course you didn't feel anything toward him, he was just a customer. You probably acted like that with everyone. He remembered telling Ned that you probably had someone in your life, or maybe you just weren't interested in him regardless

He was suddenly really thankful he left a note. At least it saved you from having to reject him, and it saved him from the embarrassment.

Still, it hurt more than anything else.

You were smiling when Ned and MJ came in, but it dropped when you realized it was just them. You loved their company, of course, but you were pretty disappointed that Peter wasn't with them.

"No Peter today?" You asked when you approached their table, hoping that wasn't too weird. But you missed seeing his usual smile among his group of friends, and it was strange for him not to be there.

"He's a little butthurt," MJ shrugged, "Boys tend to take it hard when a girl turns them down. He'll come around."

You felt your heart drop. "He...he asked someone out?"

You felt so stupid. He didn't like you like that - he was just really nice, and funny, and charming, and...it didn't matter. He asked someone else out, and you were angry at the thought that they rejected him. How could anyone not see how great he was?

Ned and MJ stared at you blankly, "Is that supposed to be a joke?"

"What? No," you said, lowering your notepad, "Am I missing something?"

"Y/N, he asked you out," Ned gave you a funny look.

"No he didn't," you said quickly, scrambling to remember the last few conversations with him. You would definitely remember if he asked you out, and you wouldn't have ever said no.

"He left his number and a note on one of the napkins," MJ tapped said napkins, making your heart drop again, "Didn't you see it?"

"I-" you tried to remember the last time he was in, "No, I-I must've cleaned it up without looking at it. Oh, no."

MJ burst into laughter while you put your head in your hands, "This is hilarious. Of course that would happen to him."

"Wait, so you wouldn't have rejected him?" Ned asked excitedly.

"No," you said quickly, waving your hands, "No, not at all, I'd love to go on a date with him. I-I can't believe this."

"Hey, we can fix this. I have an idea."

You had to wait for your shift to end, but a few hours later, you were standing in front of the door of the apartment building Ned had given you the address to. He also gave you the code, and you had double checked probably too many times that you had the right door, knowing it would be embarrassing if you knocked and anyone other than Peter answered.

Once you were sure, you knocked twice, stepping back a little and clutching the pastry bag tighter in your hands. Despite knowing that Peter shared your feelings, you couldn't help but feel kind of nervous. And bad that he thought you didn't feel the same because you weren't being observant when you cleaned up their table.

Peter answered the door after a minute, his eyes widening when he saw you standing there. It was silent for a second as he processed that, and you finally spoke.

"Hello," you couldn't help but smile brightly at his confused face.

"Hi..." he glanced around, "How-what is happening?"

"Ned told me your apartment number," you almost cringed, realizing now how weird that probably was that you just showed up at his place. "I messed up. Ned and MJ showed up today without you and when I asked why they explained and I feel awful. I didn't know you left me a note, or I would've answered it immediately and said yes."

Peter stared at you for a minute, "What? You mean...you never saw it?"

"No, when I was cleaning up the tables I didn't realize it was there," you winced, "Which was stupid. You guys always leave everything tidy and I should have realized there was a napkin out of place, but I didn't, and...I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize," his mood changed quickly, his eyes brightening, "I probably should have thought about that. So...you would have said yes? To a date?"

You nodded, "I would love to go out with you, Peter. I figured the pastry puns I wrote on your bags were a hint enough."

"I-I couldn't really tell," he admitted, his smile widening. "Though maybe the last one should have been a dead giveaway."

"Well, this one definitely will be," you said a little nervously, holding up the pastry bag. He laughed at the pun you wrote on it, that familiar blush on his cheeks making you grin.

"I like you a latte too," he grinned with you.

"Open it."

Peter opened it curiously, chuckling when he realized you brought him one of the Spider-Man cookies.

"You shouldn't have," he said teasingly, making you laugh with him.

"Well, it matches your mask," you winked, while his expression dropped.

"What?"

"Come on," you shoved his shoulder a little, "You think I didn't recognize the bottom half of your face? Or your voice?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," he forced a chuckle, but he was certain by the look on your face that you weren't buying it.

"Well, the obvious giveaway was that I wasn't wearing my name tag that night, and you still knew my name. Not to mention insisting on walking me home, that was classic Peter behavior. The way you were acting around me in general, actually. Did you really think I wouldn't realize?"

He let out a groan, making you laugh while he circled his arms around your waist into a hug that you happily returned. "I am really, really stupid."

"It was sweet," you smiled against his shoulder, "And I couldn't picture anyone else as Spider-Man."

It was silent for a minute, neither of you pulling away from the hug until Peter suddenly laughed. You gave him a curious look.

"Hey," he grinned at you, "We're the perfect blend."

"You're even worse than I am."

"Ah, you love it."

"Yeah, I love it a latte."

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Bite Me - Mike Wheeler

word count: 4052 warnings: swearing, unedited and poorly written summary: Mike has harbored a crush on (y/n) since the day they met. And all it takes is a run-in with Billy Hargrove for him to lose his shit and let his feelings be known. (a/n): I just randomly felt the need to write for one of my best boys

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(y/n) (y/l/n) was a sweet girl. If you asked anyone they’d tell you how kind she is, to everyone she meets. From giving out homework answers when someone forgot, to sharing her lunch, she’d lend a hand no matter who you were. She was a good person, and that’s why Mike was so in love with her.

He had been ever since she’d joined the Party, back in the fourth grade. She’d been bringing in an extra juice box and snack for two weeks, just for Will, and the four boys agreed unanimously to offer her a spot in their group. Mike can still remember the look on her face, the wide grin that showed off her recently lost tooth, and the way she’d giggled and agreed instantly.

They taught her D&D, she was invited into Will’s fort, and taken in by Joyce as one of her own. She was truly one of them.

She didn’t look at him like everyone else did, it’s one of the first things he’d noticed about her, and he could see it every time their eyes met. That annoyed expression that he was used to receiving -from peers, from his parents, even Nancy, even their friends- he’d grown so accustomed to it, until he’d met her.

“Fuck you! Fuck you!” Mike was shouting, about to lunge towards Steve, before (y/n) and Dustin grabbed his arms to yank him back. “We can’t just stay here and-”

“That’s exactly what we’re doing!” Steve shouted back, shoving a scolding finger in the younger boy’s face. “We’re staying here, so I can keep you dipshits safe!”

Steve rolled his eyes before spinning around to leave. Nothing stressed him out like these kids.

“Come on, we’ll figure something else out” (y/n) said quietly, and tugged on Mike’s arm a little more.

His glare softened when he turned to her.

She nods her head off to the side, prompting him to walk off with her. He groaned, but he followed when she pulled him towards the living room. Her hand didn’t let go of his wrist until they were away from everyone else.

“You know nothing you could say right now is gonna make me less pissed off-”

“I know,” (y/n) giggles before he can start ranting again. “But maybe you can just take a breath and pretend to calm down?” She hums, and she laughs again.

Mike groans loudly, loud enough that everyone in the house could hear him, before he threw himself down onto the sofa.

(y/n) just shook her head, and sat next to him.

“Steve’s just trying to keep us safe, Mike,” She says, voice just as soft, but a bit more serious now. “He’s not doing this to make you mad, you get that, right?”

He nods, but hangs his head in his hands.

“Are you… um… upset because El’s out there?” She asked unsurely.

She had a pretty good feeling that Mike had a crush on Eleven. He was distraught when she left, and since she’d come back (a few hours ago) he’s been extremely on edge. Hence the pouting right now.

“I guess,” He shrugged. “I just- I want to just-”

“I know,” (y/n) murmurs again. “I get it”

She admired Mike’s need to help, to get involved. He was brave, if not a little reckless as well. But there was something sweet about his extreme need to help. Even though she was still convinced he was only wired this way because of his crush on Eleven.

Mike looked over to her, finding that loving look on her face. His favorite expression -maybe even his favorite thing- and it somehow calmed him down a bit. She smiled when he hadn’t started grumbling again.

“You good now?” She asked.

“Yeah,” He sighed. “I’ll be fine”

She grinned, and poked his cheek affectionately before getting up from the couch.

“I’m gonna get a glass of water and make sure Steve’s calmed down too,” She told him. “Guess I’m the only sane one around here”

He laughed a bit as she left the room.

“Steve?” (y/n) called gently as she approached her older friend.

He turned to her, an unamused, and rather annoyed, look on his face.

“You alright?”

“I will be, once I’m in a retirement home and have restraining orders placed on all of you,” He answered, making the girl laugh. “Your boyfriend calm down yet?” He asked, and her laughter stopped almost instantly.

Steve was chuckling now at how red her cheeks were turning.

“He’s not-”

“Yeah, yeah, I know, heard it before, pretended to believe it before, whatever,” He said, and (y/n) busied herself with getting a drink. “Now’s as good a time as any to just, you know, confess. You’re stuck here anyways”

“No I… I can’t um…” She shakes her head, staring down at the bottle of water she’d grabbed from the fridge. “I can’t do that” She finished weakly.

Steve had known (y/n) for a few years now. He’d met her the first night he’d hung out with Nancy in the Wheeler home, she’d been there with Mike coming up with a new character for D&D. His first impression, as it was for all of the kids, was that she was a geek. And she was, but she was a lot of other things too, and what stood out the most to him was her kindness. She didn’t exactly fit in with the Party like the boys seemed to. Not only because she was a girl, but because she was… friendly.

Mike wasn’t cruel to Steve by any means, but he was a snarky little shit that sometimes made Steve just want to-

“Why the hell do you like that little asshole so much anyways?”

(y/n) was still blushing as she shrugged her shoulders.

He’d picked up on her little crush one of the first times she’d met him. He called her out on it right away too, luckily only Dustin had heard, and he’d laughed it off, thinking it was a joke.

It wasn’t.

“He’s such a piece of shit,” Steve said through a laugh, earning a pointed glare from (y/n). “Obviously he doesn’t treat you the same way he treats, well, everyone else”

“No, he doesn’t,” (y/n) sighed lovingly.

Her eyes glanced out to the living room, where Mike and Lucas were heatedly, and quietly, arguing. She rolled her eyes at the sight, not that it surprised her.

“He’s very, um-”

“Sweet on you?” Steve supplied, earning another look, which quickly turned into a nervous smile. “Yeah, that’s how I’d put it. I don’t know why you’re being such a baby about it. He obviously has a little crush on you too,” Steve said, wagging his finger around in her face. “Otherwise he wouldn’t be such a little gentleman towards you”

(y/n) didn’t say anything else, but she didn’t have to for Steve to know how she felt. He’d always known. She didn’t do a great job at hiding it, but her friends, and Mike for that matter, were oblivious.

They were interrupted by a bright light shining in through the windows, bright enough that she shielded her eyes as she wandered out to the large picture window.

“Who is that?” She asked, as everyone gathered around to figure out who could show up at the Byers’ house right now.

Their question was quickly answered.

“Sinclair!”

The angry, dangerous voice sent a shiver all the way down (y/n’s) spine, before an uneasy feeling settled in her stomach. Billy Hargrove was bad news, but him being here, right now, was even worse.

“Stay inside” Steve ordered, shoving the kids down underneath the window.

“I know you’re in there!” Billy screamed again from outside.

“Stay inside” Steve repeated, before walking out of the house.

“What the fuck does he think he’s gonna do?” Lucas asked, as everyone peeked their heads up just enough so they could see what was going on outside.

“He’s gonna fight him” Dustin said in a matter-of-fact tone of voice.

“He’ll lose,” Max mumbled. All eyes turned to her, but her gaze was trained on her brother, afraid. “He’ll kill him”

“He’ll be okay,” (y/n) whispered to her new friend. “Steve’s a tough guy, and can throw a punch-”

“I’m not so sure he can take one, though” Max said.

(y/n) frowned, and set a comforting hand on the girl’s shoulder.

“We’ll be alright” She assured, even though she wasn’t certain what was going to happen.

Steve was now walking down to Billy, who was still yelling, but they couldn’t make out what exactly.

“What’s he saying?” Mike hissed, only to get shushed by Dustin, thus starting a ‘shh!’ war.

(y/n) only let it go on until Billy shoved Steve back by his shoulders.

“Boys!” She scolded, sitting up a little straighter as the fight outside escalated.

Just as she’d sat up, Mike grabbed her by the shoulder and pushed her back down.

“You want to get seen and murdered?” He whisper screamed. She rolled her eyes, but couldn’t hide her sweet smile. His brow furrowed at her smile, but he wasn’t quick enough to say anything about it, as everyone’s attention was pulled back to the scene outside.

Billy had shoved Steve to the ground, and was racing up to the house now. He locked eyes with the Party, who all quickly leaned down as low to the floor as they could get.

“Lucas, run!” Max screamed, shoving the boy to haul ass before her brother could storm in and get his hands on him.

When the door swung open so hard it slammed against the wall, Mike grabbed (y/n) by both arms and just about ripped them out of their sockets as he pulled her upwards with him to get her as far fucking away from Billy as possible.

“We have to help Lucas!” She tried telling him while he dragged her off to the other side of the house. “Mike!” She shoved his hands off of her, and gave him a pleading look. “This isn’t like you, come on, he needs our-”

“Where are you, Sinclair!? Come on out!”

She ran away from Mike before he could convince her to hide.

Finding Lucas shoved up against the wall, something in her clicked. Billy’s significantly larger framed towered over the boy, who was clearly afraid, while Billy snarled nasty things right in his face.

“Why don’t you just fuck off?” She yelled at him, before thinking through the consequences of her actions.

Dustin and Mike stared at her in shock. She didn’t curse much, so to hear the foul word come out in her voice was… pretty out of character.

Just as Billy whirled around, likely about to send one knockout punch to her face, Lucas took his moment of distraction to knee him right between the legs. (y/n) squealed, both hands covering her mouth in surprise.

It was then that she took Mike’s advice to run back into the kitchen, and duck down behind the cabinets so she was out of sight.

“You’re fucking dead!” Billy howled in pain, and while every bone in (y/n’s) body told her to cover her ears, close her eyes, and stay hidden, she peeked around the corner anyways.

“No,” A different voice, a calm voice, a familiar voice, spoke up.

(y/n) had never been so relieved to see Steve in her whole life.

“You are” He finished, and took a strong swing of his fist against Billy’s jaw.

The crack that resonated made her wince, and she shut her eyes only for a moment as illy toppled backwards. He didn’t fall, and instead swung back at Steve, starting a very violent fistfight in the Byers’ kitchen.

“Come on, you gotta move” A pair of arms encircled her torso and helped her up from the ground.

Mike’s hands were much more gentle with her now than they had been a few minutes ago, and this time she let him bring her out to the living room, away from the fight.

Her eyes were wide with fear as she watched Billy throw Steve around the kitchen effortlessly. It was terrifying, she felt as though she was about to see him get killed.

When he landed a rather harsh punch, right under Steve’s chin, she cried out for him.

Steve crumbled to the ground, definitely knocked unconscious. He looked dead, though, and as the thought crossed her mind, she felt it again. The snap. Like an instinct buried deep was just let loose.

“You motherfucking piece of shit!” She screamed in a way that Mike, or any of them, had ever heard before, and was charging at Billy in an instant.

It was a hasty decision, grabbing the beautiful vase of flowers off of Joyce Byers’ table and throwing it full force at the back of Billy’s head.

While his head was soaked, and definitely bleeding from the shards of glass, he still managed to stay standing, and was fuming with anger as he glared down at (y/n).

“You made a big mistake little girl” He growled, and began to stalk towards her in a threatening manner.

“Bite me” She snarled back at him, followed by the rash decision to spit on him.

“(y/n) what the hell are you-!?”

Mike’s warning was cut off when Billy reached her, and she kicked him with all the force she could right in the gut. He grunted, but it hardly slowed him down. All she could see was red as she kicked him again, and began to throw her fists against his chest.

She didn’t have an ‘oh fuck’ moment until he grabbed her wrists in his large hands, and kept his hold so firm that tears welled in her eyes from the pressure.

“I’m gonna fucing kill you, little girl” He snarled, teeth bared right in her face.

Oh, fuck.

She tried to yank her body backwards, out of his grip, but he was faster, and stronger, and bigger than her. This resulted in her being thrown, no, slammed into the nearest wall. She cried at the crack of her skull against it, but had no time to react as Billy’s fist was all she could see, before it struck her and knocked her out instantaneously.

She fell like a limp, broken thing, and even when Mike grabbed her and shook her by her shoulders, she remained unconscious. It didn’t matter that Billy was still looking for blood, he pulled her into his lap and held her close against his chest. He was living a delusion thinking he could protect either of them if Billy came back for more, but he didn’t care. He was gonna keep her safe now.

Max had plunged the syringe into her brother’s neck, and was threatening him with Steve’s bat, but Mike hardly paid them any attention.

“(y/n), wake up, come on,” His voice was barely a mumble, and he hated to admit it but his throat was growing hot and tight with his tears choking him up. “C-come on open your eyes” He stuttered.

He pushed her hair out of her face so that it wouldn’t get sticky from the blood running out of her nose. He wiped away the red substance with his sleeve, not bothered by it at all.

“We’re going!” Lucas called, and rushed over to Mike to help him carry her. “Dustin Will and Max are getting Steve in the back. I’ll help you with her”

Mike didn’t have time to question anything Lucas had just said, and hastily went along with the plan. They looped (y/n’s) arms over both of their shoulders, and made their way out to Billy’s car. ___

Everything.

Hurt.

It was the first thing that (y/n) was aware of when she came to. Her legs, her arms, her torso, her head-

Oh shit my head hurts.

She groaned softly, reaching a shaky hand up to prod around her eye. She wasn’t exactly sure why, but it was definitely bruised. The rest of her body had to have been bruised too.

She suddenly shot upward as the car went over a bump, and that’s when she realized she was even in a car. Why was she in a car…?

Her head rolled against the seat, and she was met with someone’s shoulder against her cheek. She winced at the pressure, probably because her cheek was bruised and bleeding.

“(y/n)?” A gentle, but distant voice called. It sounded kind of hazy, like the person talking was miles away, and not right next to her. “Hey, can you hear me?”

Her eyes met Mike’s round and worried brown ones, and a lazy smile tugged on the edges of her lips. Even though his brow was furrowed, and there was a deep frown on his lips.

“What happened?” She asked, voice scratchy and quiet.

“What happened?” Mike repeated, much louder than he intended. She flinched, and while an apologetic look swept over his face, he didn’t apologize. “(y/n), you attacked Billy Hargrove” He told her in a grave tone.

“I did?” She asked proudly, her smile returning.

“No- don’t- jesus (y/n) what the hell are you on?” He asked. “He almost killed you, I mean, look at you!”

“Can you please stop yelling dipshit?” Max called from the front. “I’m trying to focus here!”

(y/n’s) eyes widened, and it dawned on her that Max was the one driving. But just as she opened her mouth to protest being in the car right now, Mike continued on with his angry little rant.

“I mean, seriously, what the hell, (y/n/n)? Did you think you were gonna win? Did you really think that you were gonna take him down?”

Her brow crinkled and her eyes welled with tears, both from all the pain and his cruel words.

“Do you even realize that he could’ve killed you? Huh? I mean, I really thought he did for a second. Do you even care?”

“What’s your problem right now?” The girl whimpered

“You are! You’re my problem,” He said, not thinking through the fact that she was crying right now. “That was really stupid (y/n), really reckless”

“Oh, because you care so much about playing it safe,” She scoffed.

It was getting awkward for the others in the car, minus Steve, who was still knocked out.

“All you wanted to do tonight was to get out there- well- well here we are, Mike!” She shouted. It hurt her head to yell, and Max was yelling again too, but she drowned it out. “Hope you’re freakin’ happy” She mumbled, holding her hands against the side of her head.

Mike sighed, and pulled her hands away from her face, staring at her seriously.

“(y/n)...” He said softly. “I’m sorry it’s just…” He let out one more heavy breath to prepare himself before diving in. “Look at yourself (y/n), you’re hurt and there’s- there’s nothing I can do about it”

(y/n’s) brow furrowed as she stared back at him.

“What do you mean?” She mumbled weakly.

“I mean I- you… I have to… ugh” He groaned, clearly frustrated by his inability to form a coherent thought.

“You have to… what?” She hummed, face leaning around his shoulder tiredly.

They were close enough that their whispers were only heard by them. And somehow, it felt like they were the only people in the car.

“Mike?” She whispered when he hadn’t said anything yet.

His eyes flickered over her battered face. The black eye, her split lip, her bruised and cut cheek, his heart broke looking at how much pain she must be in right now. He couldn’t believe he let this happen.

“...protect you” He answered lamely.

“Protect me?” She repeats, soft, and loving. “From what?”

“Apparently everything from interdimensional monsters to senior year bullies” He said, making her laugh softly.

“You don’t have to do that,” She said with a small shake of her head. “I’m alright, I will be anyways. You don’t have to worry so much about me-”

“See I do though- you- you make it impossible not to worry. I’m just always- I’m a mess, okay?”

She giggled again, and rose a brow.

“I’m not following…you sound kinda crazy Mike-”

“I love you, okay?” He told her.

She choked.

“And I just need you to not get yourself hurt… okay?”

She’d never heard him speak so quietly, so nervously.

“You- you’re- um-”

“No more fighting people- and-and things- bigger than you, deal?”

His hands cupped around her face, thumb stroking over the bruise on her cheekbone in a comforting sort of way. She swore she was melting into his touch, for a moment she forgot all about the agony her body was in.

She didn’t think twice about leaning off his shoulder so she could reach up and plant her lips against his. It’s a gentle kiss, because her lips are sore and she was a bit nervous.

Mike’s eyes widened, and he was sure this wasn’t real. No, it couldn’t be real, there was no way (y/n) was kissing him. Maybe he was the one that got knocked out? And this is all some kind of twisted nightmare-dream?

But it was real, she was kissing him. And it was… wow it was great.

She’d almost pulled away, but he pulled her right back in, and shut his eyes to kiss her properly this time.

If he was being honest, he wanted nothing more than to just take her and pour every ounce of love he had for her into this kiss, but it would probably only hurt her more.

They were cut off by a low whistle, and (y/n) turned to see Steve, who had apparently been sat next to her this whole time, and Dustin, who was sat on his other side, both giving the pair very different looks.

Despite his face looking just as messed up as hers, Steve pulled a sly grin, and winked.

Dustin, however, looked like he might vomit.

“What. The. Fuck!?” His voice cracked when he screamed, making both (y/n) and Mike jump a bit in their seat. “You guys have been- been- hooking up this whole time!?”

“What? No!” (y/n) argued back, shaking her head and trying to kill the idea in Dustin’s head before it escalated, but it seemed to be too late for that.

“You have! You’ve been frenching!”

“Oh my god,” Mike rolled his eyes. “Dustin, shut up”

“Can we save this argument for later, fellas?” Max hollered from the front. “I don’t think that this is the most important thing going on-”

“W-wait a- wait a minute- wait a-!” Steve’s eyes widened as he started to panic. “No! No way! Stop the car right now! Who let her drive-!?”

His screaming was abruptly cut off by the car swerving, causing everyone to scream now.

“Drive on the right side of the road! Jesus Christ we’re all gonna die!”

(y/n) wrapped both arms around Mike, one behind his neck and the other around his torso, keeping her secure. In case this car were to crash, her seatbelt, and Mike, would anchor her in place. Well, she hoped it would anyways.

He reacted quickly, embracing her tightly.

“I’ve been thinking I would get killed by a demogorgon,” She mumbled to him. “Guess it’ll just be a plain old car crash that takes me out”

He chuckled, but shook his head at her.

“No one’s dying, we had a deal”

She glanced up at him, a sweet smile on her lips. And she waited for him to look back down at her to say anything.

“I love you too” She hummed, just soft enough that Dustin (luckily) couldn’t hear.

The smile that grew on Mike’s face was brighter than she’d ever seen from him before. (y/n) was so relieved that her feelings were returned, that she felt she could go back to sleep, if she wasn’t getting nervous all over again about what was going to happen.

All they had to do now was to kill a monster and save their friends.

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xoxo ~ jordie

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