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Want It All - jjk

there are only two types of people in the word: those who have it all, and those who want it all.

» genre: (mini) series, angst, smut, some fluff.

» description: high society, arrogant rich boy jjk meets strong-willed reader, and together they hatch a plan to have it all. enemies to lovers, fake dating au :P

» word count: 11k (... i know but HEAR ME OUT... i worked three days on this and not my school work so just give it a chance 😭)

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have you ever met someone that seemed to love the things they hate? it's as if they run on spite, constantly doing the opposite of what others tell them to do and crush every expectation and prediction put upon them.

for you, this was turning against your family's generationally toxic values and living how you wanted. and you made no effort in hiding your plans.

this came down to almost every detail. it didn't matter what anyone else thought of you, of course. you knew that. but you can't deny the power of not only crushing but exceeding people's expectations of you.

even when you were given scholarships for a great school, and became successful, you still wanted more. there was still something to prove, even when "having it all" (being smart, pretty, and practically guaranteed money and success) there was still a missing, undeniable, factor.

and that is when you met jeon jungkook.

god, did you hate, jeon jungkook.

being the type of person you were, also garnered a lot of hate. you always chalked it up to jealousy, or envy. all the same, it only fueled you more, and otherwise had no purpose. so therefore, you did not feel jealousy. (or so, before you met him).

your university was among the top in the country, and being one of the top ranked in your class meant you were granted opportunities others were not. it gave the up and coming (or simply privileged) people a way to make connections and "friends" (people deemed acceptable company) so dinners, party's, charity events, and balls were all accustomed to you.

during your last year of university, you decided to purchase an enchanting sequined, black dress that had caught your eye a few months earlier. it was perfect for the event, and a little out of budget, but you could work around it.

and boy, was it worth it.

"wow, it's like that dress was made for you, y/n." sooyung awes, equally as gorgeous when she's dolled up and in a red dress.

"i wish it was acceptable to wear stuff like this all the time, because you're right, this totally is made for me.

she laughs, "you should contact the designer, he'd be all over you."

you chuckle and wave her off after dressing and assembling your mini purse to match, you both are ready to head to the charity ball. dinner, service, and a free bar. doesn't get much better than that.

the night goes on the same as ever, having been attending this ceremony every year since your first year, and many people had the same story as you, in that sense.

which means all the faces become known, so seeing one as striking as him that you didn't know, only made him more alluring. especially considering he hadn't taken his gorgeous eyes off of you all night.

you wondered when he'd approach you. you gave him ample opportunity, even setting up a few perfect scenarios. the night was past it's peak and began to wind down when you found yourself seated alone at the open bar.

he slides into the stool beside you and orders himself a drink, and you another of whatever you're almost done with.

you raise your brows at him with a grin, "should've done that several hours ago.

your mean words don't cause him to turn away, instead he laughs, "forgive me, it took some courage."

you hum, "courage? i would think a man like you would have no problem approaching women."

the server hands us both our respective drinks and he swishes it around before sipping, "you've got me there."

you nod, intrigued by his honesty. "have i ever seen you before?"

his eyes widen the slightest bit at your question. you don't understand why, but it was a subtle change, you conclude you're overthinking him. men are simple creatures.

"i have surely never seen you before, because if i had, i would not have forgotten."

you smile, "charming." he bites at his lip, making the silver ring all the more noticeable as it shines against the light at the bar. "what's your name then?"

"jeon jungkook." he extends a hand.

you take his large hand into yours, extending the shake, "y/f/n."

he grins, and you can't deny the depths of his grin, both soft and so, so dark. "it's a pleasure to meet you."

and as all things happen, when one pent-up college student meets another in equal standing and frustration, it doesn't take you long at all to end up with an invitation to his place.

"your place?" you ask as he leads you outside the venue.

he nods, digging in his pockets to find his keys, "yeah.”

as you predicted, his daddy most definitely did have money. he led you to a very nice apartment complex. fitting for someone his age, but still opulent enough to not sacrifice the luxurious things he likely grew up with.

and clearly, patience was not one of the things he was taught at a young age. had it not been for your request of a surface softer than the front door, you think he would have taken you right then and there.

his body is heavy pressed against yours, easily clouding your thoughts when his lips are on your neck and his thigh presses between your legs.

you give as much as you take, reaching down to feel him through his pants and he rewards you with a groan. you undo his belt and he kicks his pants off. he only detaches himself from you once, to strip his top half and instructing you to turn around so he can unzip your dress.

he's quick to trap you between him and the door again and you struggle to detach yourself from him long enough to whimper out a request.

finally the mention of his name has him stopping long enough for you to ask, "mind if we take this somewhere a little softer?"

he grins, "anywhere you'd like gorgeous."

he takes your hand and leads you to his bedroom, sitting on his bed first before leading you into his lap to continue to kiss you feverishly.

your hands become entangled in his dark locks and his hands grip your ass, moving you ever so slowly back and forth against him as he kisses you.

you pull away, hoping to get this moving a little quicker and disconnect your lips and tip his head back to attach your lips to his neck. he moans at a sensitive spot beneath his ear, and another above his collarbone.

he curses and flips you both over, making quick work of your bra as he pulls it off from beneath you and tosses it away. he groans and grips your chest as if it was his first time seeing such a thing.

he worshiped you as if you were his first and last, although by the way he worked your body it was clear you would be neither of those things.

he trailed his mouth down from your chest to your pelvis, peeling your lace underwear off as he went. "mind if i have a taste?"

he asks as if you'd stop him now.

"absolutely."

he chuckles almost arrogantly. and you hoped he was as good as he pretended to be. as soon as he put his tongue on you, that truth became evident.

he had you mewling beneath him. practically dragging your hips against him to beg for more, as if he wasn't already giving you everything he had. he absolutely relished in the sight of you coming just from his tongue.

you curse and he makes his way back up to you, "still up for more?" he asks with a cocky grin.

your chest is still rising and falling as you admire the way he stares at you. "i'd be awful not to reward you after that."

he smiles, "i was hoping you'd say that."

you grin and run your hand up along his thigh, "so what'll it be, jungkook?"

his words are vulgar but they come out soft, dripping in power. "can't help but picture what you'd look like bouncing on my cock." who are you to deny such a request?

with your approval he situates himself against his headboard and holds you as you position yourself above him. his breathing slows and he looks at you determined, as if he had this planned from the beginning.

you're glad he was kind enough to get you off first, because you're certain now as he fills you up that you would've been a goner otherwise. you hadn't really paid close attention to what he was packing until you felt him inside of you. he was a stretch to say the least, and from his position he hit all the spots he needed to. you're almost sure he would in any position, and you were up to test that too. "god, jungkook, you're big.

what you anticipate is a cocky comment from him but he's just as in awe as you are when he cusses, "god, you feel phenomenal."

you grin at his choice of words and begin to lift your hips up and down. you watch him closely, having pegged him for an ass guy early on has you rethinking the way you'd drawn him up in your head as he ogles at your chest. his eyes stutter between that, and the part where your bodies connect. one of his large hands grabs at your ass and the other helps you keep pace against your hip.

"fuck, more, please." he requests and you oblige as much as you can, but the issue with giving more is you tire quicker.

he seems unfazed, tilting his head back and letting his sounds reverberate in his bedroom. you do the same, no room for shyness when you're both being so open about the pleasure. he cusses and grips your hips tighter, "can we switch it up?" you nod, and he smiles. "head down, ass up."

you almost moan at the mention of it. he matches your excitement with eagerness, not wasting any time as he slides back in and builds up to the pace you were at before, then beyond.

he grips tightly on your hips, pulling you back with him with every thrust. the harshness of it in perfect unison of your impending highs. he's close and you can tell.

"fuck y/n, are you close?"

you nod and whine out a yes. he groans and snakes one of his arms around your front and circles your clit. "wanna see you cum around my cock." he breaths, "can you do that for me gorgeous?"

you're plenty past the point of letting him control you, letting him fuck you senselessly into the mattress when you struggle to moan out a response. he just chuckles and continues to play with you until your orgasm comes crashing down and you both moan in unison. he fucks you through it and stills soon after.

you turn over onto your back and let your eyes flutter shut. not concerned with what he was doing, although you were sure that was when he discarded of the condom he filled and slipped his boxers back on after cleaning himself up.

you awaited further instruction for what comes next. guys are different, you don't assume you can stay until you're explicitly told. you assume you're not when he doesn't join you in bed again. instead you ask to use his restroom and he points to the door across from the bed.

when you come back out you begin the search for your clothes. he's sitting on his bed, clearing his notifications it seemed. he looks up at you while you're scavenging the floor, "you should stay, it's pretty late."

you shrug, sliding your bra back on, "it's fine, i'll catch an uber."

he crawls over to you and slips off the bed, standing in front of you and looking deeply into your eyes. you feel one of his hands ghost your jaw before he places another kiss against your lips.

this was something you deemed out of character, but it definitely helped him create an offer you couldn't refuse. "come on, i'm a great cuddler and i'll even make breakfast."

you're not usually a fan of staying, unless you're too drunk and it's too late to be safe, so when you agree to his offer you surprise yourself.

and it turns into one of your biggest regrets when you wake up the next morning.

"fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck"

you curse, practically rampaging through jungkook's room as soon as you wake up. it was serene for perhaps a minute. your mind caught up with you, and you quickly realized you woke up on your own accord and not according to your alarm.

you looked around frantically for a clock or phone of sorts. and the panic that set in once you read the digital alarm clock on his bedside table would have any doctor believe your heart was actually in the pits of your stomach.

"no fucking way. this can't be happening right now."

a trick to maintaining a healthy social life to academic life balance is setting your alarms before you go out. so no matter what happens, you always have time.

except this time, your phone wasn't in your purse. in fact, it wasn't in his bedroom at all. jungkook opens his bedroom door to find you dressing as quickly as you could, prepared to find a car or even race to your interview in the same dress and heels if you had to.

"someone looks panicked, what's got you in such a hurry?"

"fuck! where is my phone?!" he laughs and you are not amused in the slightest as he casually leans against the doorframe with an absolutely shit-eating grin. "seriously jungkook i really need to go, help me out?"

he shrugs and doesn't move an inch. i shove past him in an angry mumble, "men are so unhelpful."

he scoffs, "you certainly didn't hold that opinion last night."

you roll your eyes, "seriously jungkook, do you know where it is or if i had it?" he ticks his head towards the couch. "right there."

you frown, "how the hell did it get there?" he grins, "that alarm was awfully annoying. do you normally do that after hooking up with people? what a terrible way to wake up, you don't get a lot of call backs do you-"

"you heard my alarm? and you didn't wake me up?!" you stare at him in disbelief.

he chuckles, "you are fun to play with y/n, but i'm not a huge sadist so in the favor of not prolonging this, allow me to fill you in."

he pulls a chair from the table beside him and straddles it, crossing his muscular arms on top and over the back of it as he looks at you darkly. "you must be aware of the list of candidates mr. kim chooses for his internship." you nod, not even concerned how he knew about the internship interview you missed this morning or what this had to do with him, "it's a short list, and he doesn't only choose from the school he teaches at. he just wants the best of the best."

you nod and scoff, "yeah i already know all of this, the point, please?"

he chuckles, clearly annoyed, "well the list turned out to be awfully hard to get my hands on, but even harder to decipher who the candidates were when he only wrote the students code and their university on the forms. all i knew was he had us all ranked, and someone from your university was in the number one spot, and not me."

my thoughts race, in all my years studying here i had not been immune to my fair share of dirty and underhanded tricks to reach my goals, but nothing compares to what he was describing. he continues still, "i asked everywhere, you hadn't seemed to tell a damn person you were chosen for the opportunity, let alone the best shot at winning." he ticks his head at me, "that was until i came across sooyung. she spotted me at the cafe and didn't waste a second. she's quite the talker, you know?"

you shake your head speechlessly, "you seriously went to all of these lengths just to be sure i missed that interview?"

he just smiles proudly, and you laugh, "how insecure of you, actually. i should thank you." you walk towards him on the chair, confused and dissident as you wrap yourself around him before bending down to his level, "you had a lot of praise for me last night, but the notion that you couldn't beat me on your own merit, knowledge, and skill has to be the largest one of all."

he does not like that. he angrily bites the corner of his mouth and offendedly laughs,

"say what you want, theres no way he'll give you that spot now."

you walk away from him with a shrug, collecting your things, "that may be, but i wouldn't say it's sured. i do hope for your sake though jungkook," you open his door and turn back around to look him in the eyes, "that this is the last time you see me."

that was everything that happened when you first met jungkook. all in less than 24 hours.

much to your demise, he had successfully blocked you from claiming that summer intern position with mr. kim, and managed to somehow convince him that he was the right choice.

you decided begging or bargaining for that spot was beneath you, although mr. kim did recommend you to another agency.

"this wasn't on the list of options they handed out at the beginning of the semester." you question, looking over the application he had just handed you.

he doesn't look up from his desk, "i know, because they don't usually hire students."

you chuckle even though it's not amusing, "then why are you telling me to apply there? do you think i need more disappointment?"

he chuckles at that, "no, not at all. i wouldn't recommend this if i didn't think you had a chance." he looks up at me, "let's just say, i heard through the grapevine that they were debating, allowing students to intern. if they'd make an exception for anyone, i think it'd be you."

you nod, and he adds, "and it's not like you have much other options, unless you want a less reputable company."

you shake your head quickly, "being accepted here would be insane for my resume." he nods and with that you part him with a thanks.

as if lady luck herself pities you, or perhaps by the grace of god himself, you find yourself getting a call on a Tuesday morning regarding your unprompted submission to intern at one of the country's largest and most reputable companies.

you were half expecting to be let down, and the other half was excepting to be berated for such an inappropriate action.

you were not expecting to be told you were expected at headquarters for a meeting with the current director over further plans.

and it went swimmingly.

some people just click, and for once you are more than glad, elated, even, that this man seemed to take quite a liking to your work and ambition, all made clear not only through your resume and portfolio submitted but by your very presence.

he leaned over to speak quietly, "you know, we don't take on students." your heart began to break a little, "but we've always entertained the idea. it surely has its benefits. not to mention, first grabs on the newest, and best talent."

you light up at his words, "of course i think it's a fantastic idea, but i am also biased."

he laughs and nods, "yes, well, of course. i'm unsure what exactly we'd have you do, but i don't doubt you'd be willing to do whatever we asked of you."

you nod, "correct." you don't care if its running errands, secretary work, writing, or even handing pens out, you would do it.

he purses his lips, "and we'll base your pay off of what we have you do. we'll reach that conclusion at about week 4. does this all sound agreeable to you?"

you nod quickly, "yes of course, i understand."

he grins widely, it was almost familiar, and stands with his hand extended out to you.

"i’ll have our lawyers draw up a contract for you, your term ends on the 29th correct?"

you shake his hand with a large smile, "yes, it does."

he nods, "perfect then, we'll be in touch. glad to have you, y/n."

working at mr. lee's company exceeded your expectations. you began to understand why this was everyone's top pick, and why they were never hiring.

your life had continued to follow the path you worked so hard to ensure. you responded to mr. lee (or his secretary, when he was too busy) for your task sheet every week and they even began to accept you as another coworker. even mr. lee took kindly to you, so much as to invite you to the company's charity event.

you spent most of your time there learning more about your coworkers, even meeting some of their partners or family.

mr. lee seemed very glad to see you and noticed you immediately while making his rounds. "ah y/n! i was really hoping you'd make it."

you laugh and bow to him, "of course, how could i not come? it's a fantastic event mr. lee, thank you for having me."

he shakes his head, "nonsense. you belong here." he doesn't seem to understand the weight of his words, and they fill you with hope. ever so carefully entertaining the idea that this could be your future. "i may have invited you for selfish reasons as well, y/n."

you look at him, both worried and confused, and he laughs, holding his gut, "oh heavens! not for me." he laughs heartily, "i-i have a son, i would really love you to meet."

the panic falls from your face and you laugh with him, "oh! gosh, of course. i'd be delighted."

he grins widely, "well then, let me introduce you to my family."

your heart pounds with excitement as you follow his lead around the decorated room and to a nearby table. "y/n, this is my wife."

you smile and introduce yourself to her, gosh she's gorgeous. if he has half the looks his mother does, you're sold.

"nice to meet you y/n! how are you enjoying the party?" she asks before gesturing to sit at the seat in front of her.

"it's fantastic! i especially love how the centerpieces are the colors of the foundation you're honoring tonight." you comment, having done your research last night.

her eyes glow in admiration, "yes!" she gawks, touching your hand for a moment,

"you are just as intelligent as my husband said you were." she grins and leans forward,

"and you seem to be just his son's type, but don't tell him i told you that." you both laugh,

"he gets embarrassed so easily." she covers her laugh, "there was this one time where he-"

"i would rather you not tell this story again, please." a figure from behind you speaks, placing a drink in front of her and another on the table beside you as he sits down.

and when you lock eyes, a million things all at once rush to your head.

jeon jungkook, again.

"jungkook."

he looks equally bewildered, "y/n?" you don't respond, still too much in shocked anger and fumbling to find the correct gameplay. "what are you doing here?" he asks.

his mother scoffs and reaches over to slap his arm, "jeon jungkook, be kind. this was the girl your father wanted you to meet, y/n, this is my son!"

your eyes race between her and jungkook. how could you not have noticed? he is literally the spitting image of his mother. it was right in front of you.

"yeah, we've met." he tells her. you raise an eyebrow, not anticipating that he would admit that, knowing what door it would open.

"oh, really? all the better!" she rises from her seat and walks over to jungkook, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and leaning down to tell him, "your father picked this one, perhaps take it seriously, and he may actually begin to take you, seriously."

her words sound loving and sweet, but the meaning was much deeper and darker in insinuation than on surface level. jungkook looks troubled but doesn't reply. "alright! well, have fun you two!" she places a hand on your shoulder as she walks past me and into the crowd to socialize beside her husband.

jungkook is silent. you find it extremely amusing. you cross your arms and look at him with the cocky grin he was sporting the last time you saw him.

he avoids your stare until it becomes unavoidable and uncomfortable. you wait for him to speak up. he scoffs and shakes his head, "what's with the grin? shouldn't you be begging right about now?"

you furrow your brows, "why on earth would i be begging?"

he chuckles, "i could tell my dad how we met. he doesn't exactly approve of my lifestyle. says i'm spoiled and lack a clear ambition all because i enjoy the money he gives me, and women." he leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "if he knew you were anything like me, i doubt you'd remain in the current high regards he holds for you."

you laugh, "from the sounds of it, you're in no position to make such a gamble with your father." he looks at you testingly, and you match his stance by resting your elbows on your knees, but let your chin rest in your hands as you stare at him. "sounds like you need to appease your father. I'll be sure to tell him how you took advantage of me in a vulnerable stage, after breaking up with my boyfriend, and never spoke to me afterwards. maybe even include why you sought me out in the first place-"

"wait, what are you talking about? that first part isn't true at all-"

"oh, but isn't it?" you ask, your expression going from innocent confusion to a grin,

"because that's how i'll tell it. and i'll have you know, my acting skills are quite great." you render him silent, "who would he believe, jungkook?"

he lets out a heavy sigh, leaning back against his seat. he toys with his fingers and checks the time on his watch, before pursing his lips and looking at you. "okay."

"okay?"

he nods, "okay." he picks up his chair and scoots it close enough our knees are touching. "what will it take for you to not do that."

you chuckle once, and then several more times, "oh gosh jungkook. i almost forgot how funny you were." he is not amused in the slightest. "i'm a woman of my word. what i say and what i live by is law, that's what's gotten me this far. not, people like you, who are simply handed it."

"i’m clearly not being handed it, that's the whole fucking issue." he grumbles.

you hum, "so thats it?" you giggle, "he hasn't agreed to let you take over, has he?" he shakes his head, you've clearly hit a nerve, "oh boy i knew he was smart, but this is, wow-”

"would you please stop with your pretentious babbling and get to it?"

you pout, "you're absolutely no fun jungkook."

he crosses his arms across his chest, "i just want to know as soon as possible if you plan on throwing more fuel under the fire that is my future burning away, so i can at least run collateral. or, by your own graces, what you'd like in exchange to not, do that."

you simply smile to him, "i told you jungkook, if you ever met me again you'd live to regret it."

he nods, "yes i do recall your threatening spiel as you left my house."

you shrug, "perfect. so you'll understand how kind i am about to be." his eyes move from the floor to meet yours. "the idea of negotiating with you sounds horrendous, and there are very few things i'd put above watching you wither from something i caused.”

"but…”

"but, there is one thing i can think of, you may actually be useful for." he nods, "yeah, which is?"

your head falls to the side, letting your hand reach out to his on the table as you run your fingers against his, "i want a guaranteed spot at this company." his eyes follow your fingers, "and you want to someday run it."

he nods slowly, still entranced. "so here's my plan, now, it's still a rough draft with little thought, but this is what i think could work: we date for a while. Unsure how long, but long enough to make sure your father likes us both, and when we deem it enough, we break up mutually on good terms."

he sits stilled, his eyes meeting mine after a few moments, "that sounds great, but i think you've left something unaccounted for."

"and that is?"

he grins, "that i, will be working there, even running it, at some point. are you really comfortable with working there and loathing your boss?"

you laugh, "if it comes to that point, which even with my genius plan, is still an if, I'll decide if i can stay, or we'll agree on where to transfer or recommend me. does this sound acceptable to you?"

he stirs in his seat for a moment, then picks up your hand, as if to shake it but he simply holds it, "i accept it."

you nod, "how about we discuss further plans on our first date? where do you want to go?"

he hums, "letting me pick?" you nod. "well, fighting the urge to say i'd like to do what we did when we first met," you scoff, "i guess i'll settle on dinner?"

you agree, "okay, dinner it is. friday?"

"that works.”

"great!" you stand from your seat, "dinner, on you"

he purses his lips and nods, "figures." you turn to walk away and he stops you, latching onto your wrist, "wait."

you simply look down at him, and he says,

"need your number, gorgeous." you shake your head, grabbing his phone from his hand and typing in your information before handing it back to him. "y/n with a heart?" he chuckles, "that's not something i would write in."

you shrug, "if you want to convince your parents it's real, you can't treat me like every other girl you've fucked around with."

he nods, seemingly understanding the depths of what i'm telling him, "i guess so.”

"yes, exactly. now, i'll grab drinks for both of us and tell your parents how much i like you already, what do you want?"

your date with jungkook was as exhausting as you’d anticipated it would be. It was a free meal though, and with an extremely attractive man, so you couldn't wholeheartedly complain. There was definitely worse ways to spend your friday night.

“so i get my family and your coworkers and such have to believe this, but it's alright to tell our friends, yeah?”

you’re slouched and swishing the wine around in your glass as you hum, “mhm. i’d think of it this way, only tell who you absolutely have to tell. for me? that'll only be sooyung. everyone else around me, friends or not, will think i am dating you.”

he nods, “so you're only telling your closest friend, and everyone else is off-limits from the truth? don't you think that's a bit much? i mean, that's going to completely tank our actual dating lives.”

you shake your head, not caring to look him in the eyes as you speak, “the people around us all have connections to something or someone. the last thing we need is someone finding out and either telling your parents, or blackmailing us. it's the safest way to ensure nothing goes wrong.” he chews on his food and indicates he understands and you interject, “and about your last comment, frankly i wouldn't be that concerned for your dating life if your parents were literally setting you up with women.”

he scowls, “that has nothing to do with what i was talking about.”

you nod and smile, “oh! you mean, how will this affect your sex life?” you laugh, “silly me, i thought by “dating lives” you meant actual, meaningful, relationships.”

he scoffs, “whatever you call it, i may not be labeled ‘boyfriend material' by many women, but the last thing i want to be labeled as is a cheater, fake relationship or not.”

you’re surprised by his statement. “why? it's not like it would really ruin your chances of future relationships. you'd be surprised what women are willing to forget for a mildly hot guy with money.”

“that's only half of the concern. i just, don't want to be that guy.”

you shrug, not really understanding what he's trying to say and not caring much to decipher his odd morals. “okay, so you don't want to see or sleep with other people, is that right?”

he opens his mouth then closes it, before sighing, “i guess that's how it has to be.”

you think it over, it makes sense. being with other people would increase the number of people you'd have to tell your secret to. or if you don't explain, you’d have to face their judgment. “that sounds good to me.”

he looks up, mildly surprised, “you’re agreeing?” he shakes his head, “i wasn't asking you to do that. i was just telling you i wasn't going to-”

“no need, it's actually kind of smart of you. not that you were trying to be, but if we don't see other people it makes it plenty more believable.”

he shakes his head, “you're really committed to this, you know.”

you grin at him, “this is how i normally am. your dad knows this too, even said he hopes some of my drive and ambition rubs off on you.”

he chuckles, “he did not say that.”

you continue to bicker with each other for most of the remainder of the date, even debating who had the better music taste when jungkook didn't offer you the aux cord in his car.

despite all of it, you found yourself feeling rather content once you stepped inside your building. you weren't annoyed, stressed, nor angry.

you found yourself falling asleep imagining the future you were so committed to building for yourself. there are worst things i could do.

you and jungkook plan every date strategically, and they all unfold without a hinge. on your third date, you went strolling downtown. you grabbed hot chocolate and window shopped, admiring the hard work these people have put into the things they're so passionate about. jungkook wasn't interested in things like this. you knew that, but you also knew fall was coming quickly and your wardrobe needed some updating.

“that's ugly.” he comments, walking past you in the store.

you huff, re-folding the sweater and placing it down on the table before turning to face him, “when did i ask for your opinion on women's clothing?” you laugh, “not to mention, your wardrobe has all of maybe 2 colors, so any advice you give is unwarranted.”

he’s leaning against a different display table with his arms crossed over his wide chest, “if i have to be seen with you in public, it won't be in clothes that you don't look good in. that's all im saying.” he puts his hands up in surrender and continues walking through the store.

“okay then,” you follow behind him, “if you're such a fashionnova, pick out an outfit for me.”

he furrows his brows, “why would i do that.”

“if how i look is such a big deal to you, you shouldn't have a problem picking out an outfit for me.”

“no.”

“then stop talking!”

“ok.” he shrugs and wanders off. you figured he wanted to pout alone so you let him be, picking out a few new items and heading towards the check out.

with a bag in your hand you turn to see jungkook looking out the shop windows. “see a pretty girl?”

he furrows his brows and shakes his head. he does not match your amusement, and actually stays completely silent and solemn.

he takes your hand and leads you out of the store. the form of affection takes you by surprise for a second, but you already discussed ‘acting’ like a couple and told yourself this was just another part of the deal.

“where are you leading me?”

silence. “jungkook?” nothing. you sigh, “you're walking kinda fast can you slow down please?”

he leads you into a brewery on the corner of the street. this was ‘the spot’ on that road and you knew that, hence why you were saving it for last. “jungkook,” you whine, “you knew i wanted to go here last-”

“would you please stop bitching for a second?” he tells you, looking around the special liquor store with an indoor/outdoor bar.

“what are you looking for? do you want something?”

he drops your hand and looks at you, “first of all, i stopped talking because you told me to shut up.” you roll your eyes at his immaturity. “and second of all, i dragged you out of their because that guy in the brown coat?” he points to a guy at the end of the bar, helping what looks to be his date or girlfriend take a seat. “that’s kim taehyung. his dad is a major shareholder and on the board.”

you hum, “so you dragged me here for him?”

he looks at you confused, “did you… forget we’re literally dating to make good impressions on people like him?”

“well not him, per-say-”

“and he’s aiming to take over his father as well, just like me. last time i talked to him, he and his dad invited me to some tennis game but i totally forgot about it and haven't made a fantastic impression since.”

“did you ever apologize?”

he shakes his head, “no, i figured if i didn't then they might think i just forgot.”

“you did-”

“i forgot as in partying was more important.” he tells me. that makes more sense. “but that doesn't matter! because you and i are about to blow him away.”

jungkook grabs you by the waist and leads you around the store, “let's see how good your acting skills are.” he grins.

you smile as well, amused at the situation and you lean into him, “you as well.”

you walk around the store exactly like that until you’re close enough that taehyung notices you. he calls out to jungkook, who pretends to be surprised when he sees the both of them and greets them.

“this is my girlfriend, y/n.” you and taehyung shake hands and he looks to jungkook almost surprised.

“girlfriend? really?”

he nods, “i am just as surprised as you are.”

taehyung just grins widely, “it had to happen one of these days.” he looks to you, “goodluck to you.” you hold back a laugh, he doesn't have a clue.

taehyung then apologizes for not being able to invite you both to join him, “this date should be for us two, but we should totally do a double sometime!”

you’re weary of the offer and it shows on your face as you look to jungkook but he doesn't pay attention to you as he excitedly agrees. “do you still have my number?”

he nods, “i think, but last time i texted you you never replied so maybe i have the wrong one.”

jungkook chuckles and scratches the back of his neck, “yeah that sounds like me, how about you give me your number.”

they agree and exchange. this entire time you notice his date’s been staring at you so you finally look over to notice. you began to smile, hoping to have a small but pleasant interaction but she continues to stare hard and your smile drops when you recognize her.

not that you had any personal issue with her (yet) but this girl was as bad as they come. bad in your opinion, that was. you knew her because of what she did to sooyung, your best friend. minji was similar to jungkook, just minus the genuine charisma and kindness if you really looked. she had all those things sure but it was surface level and fake. whatever minji couldn't have she took. this included school, personal, and business life (cheating, swapping tests, buying and/or sleeping her way), anything besides actually working. her family was rich and you believed she never struggled to have anything. that was until her boyfriend broke up with her and found sooyung. to say that caused issues would be an understatement.

it's good to know she's moved on now, despite going to the lengths she did to break them up. you almost laugh at it all. why go through all that trouble just to break up with him again? you concluded it was a childish power move and never spent another second thinking of the pitiful girl.

until now. you also knew minji hated you for meddling in her and sooyung’s beef, but otherwise had no reason to dislike you.

so why she was ass-eyeing you right now? you're unsure.

the boys say goodbye and share a quick hug before jungkook is pulling you away from the scene.

“you are free next saturday right?” he asks.

“huh? what?” you ask, plenty out of earshot but still in the store where they could see you. “yeah, saturday works. what are we doing?”

he laughs, “were you even listening?” you shake your head, “taehyung invited us to go bowling.”

“bowling?”

“yeah.” he grins, checking out the liquor that lines the wall of the store, “i'll have you know i'm actually really good at it, otherwise i would've suggested something else.” he looks over, as if examining the couple, then turns to you and places a kiss on your head. out of habit you widen your eyes and fight the urge to hit him, “god y/n, they’re looking and you just ruined it.”

“you can’t just jumpscare me like that, god.” you grumble.

he sighs, “just kiss me.”

you sneak a glance at the couple and they’re looking lovingly at each other, “why? they’re not even looking over here.”

“just do it, and make it good to make up for what you did.” he says, determined. you decide to follow along with his request, he’s known what to do up until now, you have no reason to question him. you smile up at him as if he’s just given you the greatest compliment in the world and wrap both of your arms around his neck and pull him in for a kiss.

you keep smiling even when you pull away, despite the slight hatred you still feel for him. he looks at you speechlessly, “smile, jungkook.” you grit. he nods and takes your advice.

“of course, yeah.”

you raise your brows and chuckle, continuing your admiration of the alcohol you know you can’t afford, “i know i’m a good kisser but you don’t have to stand there in awe.”

he looks at you offended and you laugh again. “yeah, sure.”

you continue looking around the store and can’t shake the feeling of someones eyes on you. you look to jungkook who’s occupied examining something else, and then to the couple at the other end of the store. sure enough, minji was still staring.

“that girl makes me uneasy.”

he looks at you with furrowed brows, “who? minji? i wouldn’t worry about her.”

“you know minji?”

he pauses, letting the arm that was reaching for a bottle fall to his side but he doesn't look at you. “i dated her for a few weeks. don't even think it was a month.”

you feel surprised but you really shouldn't be. “how long ago?”

he looks at you annoyed, “like a year ago, it's not that big of a deal. to say i dated her would be a loose term. maybe took her on two dates. we really only did one thing and then got bored.”

you connect the dots without him having to really say it. “she’s been staring daggers at me since we walked in here. and she’s got issues with sooyung, and now with you, she could be a problem, jungkook.”

he shrugs, taking a bottle he picked and examining it, “i really wouldn't worry about her. if she’s with taehyung she's got enough on her hands.” he says. “you ever had honey whiskey?”

“no, jungkook.” you sigh. upset he doesn't seem to care about the present issue.

he grins, “perfect. you want anything?”

you hum and look around. “the cherry one looked interesting.”

he spins around to find the one you’re talking about and grins, “cherry tequila? knew i pegged you right.”

you chuckle, “what are you talking about.”

he shrugs and grins with a cocky smile, “nothing, just knew you were a tequila person. it was obvious.”

“you're talking nonsense.”

“am i wrong? is that not your preferred alcohol?”

“and yours is whiskey i presume?”

he grins, “oh, i'm an everything man.”

you act sarcastically, “oh of course! i should have known.”

“but you didn't! that's how you know i know and you don't.”

he continues to babble as he pays and walks out of the store. “what exactly are you going to do with that? just add it to your little collection?”

he looks down at you for a moment, “drink it, obviously.” you follow him just as confused as before. “did you know i'm actually pretty good at making drinks?”

you hum, “no i guess not, but that wouldn't surprise me.”

“it's not hard to do but it does take some level of commitment, it's actually the perfect practice for someone like me.”

“whatever your hobbies are.” you chuckle.

he scoffs, “yeah? what are your hobbies? studying and being a bitch?”

you laugh, “yeah, actually. but also art and video games.”

he looks at you in a way you couldn't describe. “no shit?” you nod. “perfect then. you didn't have any plans for the rest of the night did you?”

you frown, “i mean i needed to study but-”

“studying waits, i have a better idea.” he looks at you excited and puts the bags you both bought in the backseat of his car, “me vs you video game tournament. you can pick the games, and i’ll supply the drinks.”

“i pick the games? don't you think that's a little unfair?”

he shakes his head, “absolutely not, you'll lose even if you picked terraria.”

“how would terraria-”

“you’d lose.”

jungkook was correct, no matter what you'd pick he would win. and it really fucking annoyed you.

“god is this what you've spent your life doing?”

he laughs, shoving popcorn in his mouth by the handful, “yeah.”

you shake your head, beyond annoyed. you were definitely a sore loser. “no wonder.”

he looks at you and grins, “what? sad that you suck? it's okay y/n you can't be good at everything.” he fakes a sympathetic pout and leans in close to you, “i told you i would win.”

by this point in the day, it’s about 8pm and jungkook has served you six different drinks. not that you finished all of them, but you’ve been served roughly that many. on top of all the ones he made for himself that he insisted you try.

you’re both sat in his living room with a controller in your hands and a drink in his. he stops whatever mocking sentence he was beginning to say to instead look at you with a smirk, “you’re blushing.”

you scowl, “my face turns red when i drink sometimes.”

he shakes his head, “your face wasn’t red until i scooted closer to you.” he leans in further and you try to back away, “you want me to kiss you y/n?” he smirks and you push his chest back.

“that is not why i’m red jungkook, get away from me.”

he sits back where he was before, albeit still much closer in proximity. “you’re lying to yourself. i get it, being as attractive as i am and us not being able to see other people.” he looks to you, “it’s bound to happen at some point.”

you shake your head, “maybe you feel that way, but i don’t need constant attention and entertainment.”

he scowls, “i do not.”

you laugh, “clearly, you do. It’s only been three weeks jungkook.”

“four.” he corrects.

you stare at him confused, “we’ve been ‘dating’ for three.” you put air quotes around the word ‘dating’.

he shakes his head, “no, like, four weeks since i’ve seen a woman other than you.”

you nod, “ah, must really be killing you.”

he sighs, “yeah, really must be hard on me if i just hit on you.”

you frown, “yeah, like you’re not attracted to me.”

he eyes you, “i make no comment on that.”

you laugh, “you don’t have to say it for me to know its true.” he scowls at you but you don’t allow him to continue the bickering. “okay, i should head home.”

he continues sitting on his couch, “its hardly even 9.”

you slip your shoes and jacket on, “yeah? i told you i had to study.” he whines childishly, “fine, whatever, be lame.”

you grin, “awe, miss me already?”

he looks at you then back towards the tv, “you’re really not as amusing as you think you are.”

“you clearly find me interesting enough to ask me to hang out when it's unrelated to our plan.”

he teases, “because you’re easy, what were you going to do? say no?”

jungkook clearly finds this amusing but you realize not only did that last comment hurt, but it was also obvious he had no idea how petty it was.

“okay then, if that’s how you see me.” you grab your stuff and open the door when he shouts out at you.

“god, wait up.” he groans, lifting himself off the couch. you tell him not to bother with taking you home. “what? why?” you try to close the door after telling him bye but he’s as stubborn as ever, “don’t close my own door on me, what's your problem?”

you sigh and just begin to walk away from his apartment, still chasing after you, being a dick. “seriously y/n, let me take you home.” he grabs onto your arm and you’re ready to punch him. jungkook pisses you off in many ways and has wronged you. for the benefit of you both, you looked past it all. in order for this plan to really work, jungkook still had to change. you knew he was a flawed man, but you didn’t think he would be this ignorant and immature.

“stop following me creep!”

he takes a step back and looks at you like you cussed him out in a different language, “what the hell are you talking about.”

“i said i was leaving, you clearly pissed me off, now you’re chasing after me? seriously jungkook get a fucking clue and leave me alone!”

he scoffs, “what am i supposed to do? just leave you to roam around at night because you can’t take a joke?”

“yes! i’m not your problem.”

“you literally are my problem.”

you look at him confused, then chuckle, “no, as it happens you are my problem. you are also your own problem. hilarious isn't it?” he begins to tell you off but your patience for his bs has thinned, “what’s even more funny jungkook? is that you know your flaws and have done absolutely nothing to work past them. you could have anything in the world, it’s all practically handed to you! all you’d have to do is put the slightest effort in to impress your dad and it's yours!” you’ve effectively silenced him as he stands before you, “and yet you still pick a route of mistrust and manipulation. i’m doing this because i have to, you're doing this because it's easier than genuinely trying."

you have so much more to say about him. he’s once never apologized for what he did to you and how he’s treated you in the past, and all the passive-aggressive taunts and jokes in between. and you never asked him to. because you knew he wouldn’t be sorry. that was just the way he was. and it sickened you to know this. you figured you could look past it, because he has some redeeming qualities, and in order for this to work you had to find them. trying to pretend to date someone you truly couldn’t stand wouldn’t work well for you, so you really did try. and yet, he continued to disappoint you with his entitlement and arrogance.

“you still think of me like that?” he chuckles, “you sound like you can’t even stand me, so why come up with this stupid plan?!” you open your mouth and he interrupts you, “you’re stupid too, you know. not only do you totally not have to do this to have a successful career, you also can’t see how hypocritical you are.”

you scoff, “don’t act like i’ve done things as desperate and terrible as you have.”

he laughs, “you haven’t? really? miss ‘will stop at nothing to get what i want’? i don’t believe you for a fucking second, y/n.”

“well i haven’t! this,” you say, pointing between the two of you, “this the worst thing i’ve ever done.”

he shakes his head, “you're a hypocrite either way. if this is the worst you've done then you clearly haven’t done everything in your power, yeah? nothing but a pretentious wannabe.”

your face is bright red and your body is aching as if you’re going to cry. you knew that was the last thing you wanted to do in front of jungkook. “just fuck-off jungkook. you clearly will never understand how you could be in the wrong, let alone apologize and be a better person. god help the miserable woman that actually falls in love with you.”

he bites his lip ring, “bet you still wish it was you, for real.”

you stare at him dumbfounded, “you really are just an ass and nothing more. what a miserable life.” he tries to talk back, no doubt something even meaner than what he’s already said, “goodbye, jungkook.” you walk away from him, only getting a few steps before shouting out, hoping he could still hear you, “can’t wait to tell your dad about this.”

weeks past and you neither heard of nor saw anything from jungkook. in the beginning, you couldn’t stop thinking about him. not like that, you tell yourself. anyone who had just been through what you had would also obsessively think over it for at least a few weeks. it wasn’t all bad though, no more jungkook meant no more plan, which also meant all the time in the world to focus on preparing for your last year in school and your new internship. which would all be good! had it not been for your obvious avoidance of your boss.

you were terrified of talking to him above all else. you were stuck in this stand-off with jungkook, and his dad, in the middle of it all. you couldn’t be sure what jungkook had told him, if anything, and if he hadn’t, you didn’t know if you were still ‘together’ or not. you simply didn’t have the answers and you were sure as hell not going to be the one that asks first.

as fate would have it, jungkook was actually having a worse time than you were.

it had been three weeks since you walked out his door and he felt an array of emotions. many of which, he had no words for. “who shat in your cheerios?”

his brother looks at him with a fake pout on his face. jungkook looks at him annoyed and unamused, and ignores him. dinner at his parents house every tuesday night was a requirement with few reasonable exceptions. tonight was no different. “you’ve had such a shitty attitude lately.” he tells him, leaning over the table. “i mean, you’re normally unpleasant, but this is new even for you.”

jungkook’s patience is wearing extremely thin and this is not helping. “is that your convoluted way of worrying about me.” he teases. “don’t worry big bro.” he reaches out to ruffle his hair, “i feel fantastic!”

his brother swats his hand away and they both lean back in their seats as their mother joins them at the table. jungkook would blow this off if he could, but he figures it's the least he could do considering the days he has to make his father proud are slowly ticking away.

he thinks you’re teasing him. and not in the sexy way. he figured he was done for in more ways than one after you left his house that night. and he also knew he couldn’t count all the things he’d done wrong to you on both of his hands. maybe even his toes. he doesn’t know for sure, he knows he’s blind to all the stupid and mean things he does due to the way he was raised. he tells himself he can’t help it and he shouldn’t have to. people will either like and accept him for him, or they won’t. that's not his problem. but he knew the difference between the hurtful things he said and you said, were that your words were true. and now he was paying the price.

you seemingly haven’t told his dad. he wasn’t sure why, exactly. you told him you would. he thought you’d sealed his fate after that night and come monday morning you would be singing the story to his father. but days passed and he still hadn’t heard anything from you or his father. he hated this.

“jungkook,” his father calls to him, his heart skips a beat each time he does, knowing one of these days will be his end, “have you heard from y/n? you are still seeing her, right?” jungkook wasn’t sure what to say. the last thing he wanted to do was both be a terrible, unfit person to run the company but also a liar if he said something that was different to what you’d tell him.

“uhm, yeah.” he says simply, indirectly causing all eyes to raise to him.

“yeah? you mean yes.” he corrects. “so, you are still seeing her?”

jungkook’s brother hops into conversation first. “oh, yeah you’re seeing that girl, must not be going well.” he shoves another spoonful of food in his mouth afterwards, nothing more needed to be said after his comment sent the rest of them into a frenzy.

“oh no jungkook, what did you do-”

“seriously son?”

“god!” he slams his fists on the table. “why do you all assume the worst of me?” the table was silent. “i didn’t even say we weren’t together, so why did you take this idiot’s joke as truth and blame me for something that didn’t even happen?” they stare at him as he finishes his outburst, “do you comprehend how unfair that is?”

his dad is the first to speak after a moment of uncomfortable silence. “that is unfair, but every time i’ve given you the benefit of the doubt, you’ve proven me wrong.”

jungkook looks up at his father. “thats not fair-”

“then what is fair?”

jungkook didn’t know how to respond. he knew what he wanted to say. fuck, he wanted to scream it. he wanted to throw a tantrum and yell at his dad for leaving his mother, for remarrying too quickly, for never caring the way a parent should. any piece of his past that he had no control over. he wanted to berate them for neglecting to fix him the same way they berate him for neglecting to fix himself. that is what he wanted to do. he wanted someone to blame. he was angry at a past he could not change. it was a hopeless venture he was doomed to lose. and in those infuriating moments at dinner, that is when it all came to light.

there was absolutely nothing he could do. he had two options: live a life of hatred and entitlement, or try to change. it sounds simple, but jungkook knew he was comfortable in the first option. that's the life he’d been living the past 10 years, and up until now, it’s worked for him. he also knew the only chance he’d have at letting go of this terrible anger and shaking the reputation he’d put upon himself, was to take a shot at number two.

he didn’t want to. but the defining reason became: if i fail, i just go back.

jungkook left dinner early that night. his family didn’t contact him. he called off from his internship. he lounged around his house doing virtually nothing for about three days before the first epiphany happened. it was listening to mr.kim’s voicemail, “hello, jungkook. hope you’re feeling well. if you could let me know asap when we can expect you back in, that would be very helpful. please, call me back.”

his first reaction: “fuck this.” followed by lazily turning onto his back, rolling around in his messy bed with a large sigh. his second thought: they’re counting on me, i have to show up. and with more motivation than necessary, he sits up, and dials the number.

jungkook found working tiring, but extremely rewarding. he had low expectations for himself. he felt like shit, felt like the work he did was shit, and like he was holding them back. when the project he was working on was not only picked up by a chief editor, but highly praised, he was beyond surprised.

“i have to say jungkook, i thought you were just following in your fathers footsteps. i was worried you didn’t have any of his talent.” the older man said, “but i have to say, i may like this even more than the work i’ve seen of your fathers.” he grins at him, “it’s a shame you’re not just another uni kid we can sign with, otherwise, you’d be hired.”

jungkook was speechless. he was sure he was red in the face and bowed much further than was necessary, but he didn't care. the old jungkook would have thought they were just saying that to get on his good side, to put them in good-standing with his family. but he knew now that wasn’t the case. he has actual talent. what he viewed as “sucking up” this whole time could very-well have been people simply trying to compliment his work.

and had he not been such a dick, he would have seen it.

jungkook spent the rest of that week and the next making a genuine effort to change the way he acts and thinks. it was hard, and exhausting, and he wasn’t sure the payoff was worth it, but he knew there was still something nagging at him.

so he thought to do the things he’d seen on tv and in movies.

he showed up to your door with flowers and chocolate.

you wanted to punch him.

“what… the hell are you doing.”

he stares at you stunned, this was not the reaction he was banking on. “t-they’re for you.”

you blink. once. twice. “why.”

he furrows his brows, “aren’t you gonna let me in?”

you match his expression, “no.”

he looks offended and you scoff. “i’m here because i’m sorry.”

you look surprised, “sorry?” you laugh, “sorry for what?”

he nods, “well, everything, really. i haven’t been nice to you if it wasn’t to serve another purpose. i-i’ve manipulated you, lied to you, raised my voice, said really mean things.” you nod to all of this, arms crossed over your chest as you stand in your doorway, still in your silk pjs because you had the day off and you weren’t banking on this.

come to think of it, how did he know you’d be home?

“and most of all, i’m sorry for not treating you like a friend, when that’s all you tried to be.”

his words interest you. “well, for starters, i appreciate the gesture.” he shakes his head quickly.

“you deserve more.”

you nod wearily, suspiciously, “and thanks for apologizing.” he looks up to you with a hopeful grin, which you crush, “but apology not accepted.”

he looks at you with wide, puppy dog eyes. you’re surprised his lip doesn’t start quivering. “y-you don’t accept it?” you shake your head. “h-how can i get you to forgive me, then?”

you laugh, “i don’t think there is a way.”

he looks like a deflated balloon, you almost feel bad. but you don’t. “so what, are we just done with this whole plan?”

you chuckle, your tongue poking the inside of your cheek as you point at him, “see? i knew you were only here for that reason-”

“no! that’s really not it! please y/n-”

“just fuck off jungkook!” you open your door and he shouts as you’re closing it.

“i’m leaving these here!” you don’t reply, but for some reason you stand on the other side of the door, listening. hoping that wasn’t it. “and i’m going to keep trying.”

you don’t notice the smallest, tiniest, smile that grows.

but you insist, you still hate jeon jungkook.

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heavencasteel420 · 8 months

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I was feeling a bit stuck on my main WIPs, so for fun I wrote a couple of lines/paragraphs for each of my other story ideas (the proper ones where I have a general sense of the story's shape, not the shitpost ideas like "Chrissy turns into a car?"). Here are the ones for my Cute/Normal story ideas:

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Nancy Wheeler Can't Win (no UD AU, Nancy-centric)

Sometimes, Nancy thought her life would be easier if she were dating Jason Carver instead. Not better, necessarily. She didn't like Jason nearly as much as Steve; he was kind of pompous and, although he technically looked way more like Tom Cruise, she couldn't imagine ever finding him as sexy as she did Steve. She couldn't help but notice, though, that Chrissy Cunningham didn't have to be one person on Saturday night and another on Monday morning.

Life During Wartime (companion to above, centers on Will and Jonathan)

"I can't believe I'll be the last one to get girlfriend," Mike lamented as he and Will biked home from school. It was a perfect September afternoon, neither too hot nor too cold, and the first leaves were turning yellow. "First Lucas and Max, then Dustin and Suzie, now you and Megan. I'm going to die a virgin."

"We could all still die virgins," Will pointed out. "I don't think Lucas and Max are doing it yet, and Megan and I definitely aren't. And we're not even sure if Suzie is real."

Horse Girl (Stoncy, summer 1985)

The thing about being an asshole, Steve thought, as he listlessly scooped butter pecan ice cream for a couple of sixty-something ladies, was that it took a long time to catch up with you. For instance: the thing he'd spray-painted on the theater marquee about Nancy almost two years ago. Sitting on the hood of his car outside the 7-11, he'd resigned himself to her shunning him forever. He'd even gone to apologize to Jonathan first so he could put off seeing the cold disgust on her face. Then, one month later, she'd taken him back, accepting his apology as a matter of course. Maybe that should've been his first clue that something was wrong.

It's All a State of Mind (AU where Hopper-Byers siblings are psychic carnies/confidence artists in the 1930s)

"Heather likes you," El pointed out a few days later, after they'd settled in. They were in the dining tent, digging into some beef stew. "You could get close to her."

"Keep eating and forget what Murray said," Jonathan told her, although he couldn't summon any harshness to back it up. This was the best meal that he or the kids had eaten in months. "Heather puts up with me. She doesn't want to get close to anyone, either."

Heather Holloway was an aerialist, a pert dark-haired girl who'd joined the circus to get away from a home in some ways worse than the one that Lonnie had provided him and Will. She was friendly to Jonathan, but that was probably because he'd shown no interest in getting inside her drawers.

"So you admit it," Will said smugly. "We wouldn't mind if you got married, you know. So long as we liked her.

From the High to the Low to the End of the Show (S1 AU where the teens are in their late twenties)

"Doesn't it piss you off?" Fred asked her. "That he can just waltz in and get a job because he's 'so talented,' when the rest of us had to work hard and do it the right way?" "Eyes on your own paper, Fred," Nancy said, in a chipper tone that she knew would annoy him. She agreed with him, to a point; she never would have been hired at the Hawkins Post if she'd gone to night school instead of IU. At the same time, she'd heard the other guys say that she'd only gotten the job out of pity. Fred wasn't one of them, but she was running on three hours of sleep an half a bagel, so she didn't feel like being nice. "Why would Holloway care about college? Byers has something he wants and he's willing to pay for it."

Medium

Tomorrow May Not Be Your Day (pre-S4 Jancy breakup, probably no Vecna, eventual Jargyle)

"I'm sure you'll work it out," Mom says. She smiles at him anxiously, and he knows what he should do. He should mumble agreement, accept this bit of comfort. Pay her back with white lies of his own: that the distance isn't really a problem, that she didn't kind of screw him over by moving them all across the country. That there's no reason to worry about him, because he's going to figure things out with Nancy and somehow make Emerson happen. "Yeah?" he asks instead. "What if I don't? What if this is it?" It doesn't come out as a plea for reassurance, either. That would be humiliating, maybe even futile, but at least everyone would understand what he was doing. Instead, it comes out as a challenge.

Let the Broken Hearts Stand (companion to above, Nancy's first year at college, eventual Nancy/Carol)

"Look, I was friends with Steve for, like, ten years before he ditched me and Tommy," Carol says, taking a drag off her cigarette, "but he was definitely the bigger asshole in your relationship." Nancy laughs, startled. Carol grins uncertainly, then offers her the cigarette. She accepts. "Like, whatever, you're a totally embarrassing drunk, and you didn't have the balls to dump him until you were sure you had Byers eating out of your pussy, but--" "Jesus Christ, Carol," Nancy said, turning bright red, but Carol waved her off. "Fine. Va-gi-na. Lady garden. Cavern of feminine wonders. Whatever Emily Post says to call it." Carol cackled as Nancy struggled to look disapproving. "My point is, he was also a fucking prick."

How Will You Make It on Your Own? (Stonathan no UD college AU, the context is Jonathan and Samantha have broken up):

Because all the theater freaks were shunning him, Jonathan sat with Barb and Nancy at lunch. "You'll get back together," Barb said glumly. It was unclear whether she was trying to reassure him but was too stressed out about Mathletes to manage a cheerful tone, or if she was predicting an outcome she disapproved of. "You'll ignore her, she'll call and sort of say sorry, and, because she apologized first, you'll fall all over yourself saying that it's all your fault, and that she's right that you should both move to New York City and live in a condemned building and wear garbage bags instead of clothes." Well. That answered his question. "I don't think that's going to happen," he said, contemplating the peanut butter cracker he'd spent the last half hour eating. "It feels different this time."

Oh, I'm Bound to Go (companion to Drive All Night)

Will wasn't sure who figured it out first, him or Mom. When the money first started coming in--so much money, enough for Mom's medicine and Will's new shoes and more food than he could ever remember having--he asked why they couldn't just live with Jonathan in the city. Surely Indianapolis had enough piecework and odd jobs for the two of them. "He's living in a boarding house, sweetheart," she said, keeping her eyes on the chicken she was cleaning instead of his face. "There's no room for us." Maybe she'd known it was a lie all along. But Will understood Jonathan better than anyone, knew how his lies looked and sounded. On paper, he couldn't hear the too-bright home or watch him disappear behind his eyes, but the wrongness came through all the same.

Short

I Know It Breaks Your Heart (Tommy-centric, mostly future fic)

Tommy didn't need anyone to think that he was smart except for Carol, who understood without explanation that he didn't have to act like a nerd or a circus freak to prove that he was clever. It just felt shitty, sometimes, that Steve clearly thought of him as a dumbass. Steve, who had no bullshit meter and maintained a B-minus average with more effort than he liked to admit. It was annoying, but, more than that, it struck Tommy as greedy. Steve was taller, more handsome, more impressive on the court and field. He put people at ease. He could've let Tommy have something.

Raised on Promises (El's life in California, gen)

No matter what Joyce says, and no matter how nice Will and Jonathan are about it, El still feels embarrassed by the toys. Jonathan doesn't play with anything, except sometimes for the hacky sack Argyle gave him; he just listens to tapes and smokes. And maybe that's because he's almost grown up, but Will is her age and he gave away all his D&D stuff to Erica before they moved. He does art now, which isn't playing. Grown-ups do art, too, sometimes even as a job. The girls at school don't play with toys, either. They have fun like she and Max did last summer: dressing up and messing around with makeup and hanging out at the mall. Only the girls here aren't as nice, and Max isn't here to show her how to act her age. So she finds herself building little towns out of blocks and shuffling around a bunch of plastic dolls.

The P is for Perfection (and You Know That We Are Freaks) (Joyce doesn't move the family to California and El becomes a cheerleader)

"I heard she was raised in a cult," Amanda whispered to Chrissy, as the freshman girls lined up. "Chief Hopper knocked up some hippie and only found out when she died a couple years ago. And then he left her with Joyce Byers when he died. Not really an improvement, if you ask me." "Shush," Chrissy said. She was already getting a headache and the yelling hadn't even started. "You don't want the other girls to hear." Amanda muttered that it was common knowledge, but Chrissy tuned her out and studied Jane Hopper. She was on the tall side, with a lean and strong-looking frame. No flyer, but she could be a backspot or a base. She had curly brown hair pulled back in a scrunchy and a pretty, guileless face. She was dressed okay, in a baggy light purple sweatshirt and white leggings, but there was an air of offness about her.

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ruvviks · 1 year

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"for bad" for aubrey and reuben >:)) and reid and cassidy too actually. give me a novel boy

oc asks!

FOR BAD: is there anyone who had an undeniable negative impact on your oc’s life? how did your oc deal with that change? have they been able to move on?

aubrey got bullied in school a lot by other kids, either for his behavior or his looks or just because he was an easy target. three of them were axel, lennox and sergei and they were a few of the worst of them, to the point they would bother him basically every single day

aubrey has mostly moved on from the bullying now, it took him some years to get rid of the bigger insecurities it left him with but other than that it's in the past now. UNTIL. the motherfuckers come back at some point. and start making his life hell again. he is not dealing with it very well :( the first time they show up again he wants to go outside for a walk for a bit but dissociates so hard he ends up regaining consciousness on a landfill somewhere and he to this day can't say for sure what happened in the 3-ish days he was only partially present. man astral projected. badly

FOR BAD: is there anyone who had an undeniable negative impact on your oc’s life? how did your oc deal with that change? have they been able to move on?

for cassidy it would be michele and. well. reid. yeah. that's gonna be interesting LMAO

for michele it's something that cassidy didn't realize until it was over. michele was using him for her personal gain and ditched him the second she didn't need him anymore. cassidy was still very young back then, around the age of 18 if i remember correctly, and relied a lot of the adults in his life because of his parents all dying etc so he trusted michele a LOT. and then she did that to him. he deserved so much better. but yeah her suddenly disappearing on him really fucked him over for a while and the things she talked into his head are things he still struggles with letting go sometimes :(

as for reid, it's the maxtac era reid from when they were together. reid didn't understand cassidy very well and made little to no effort to get to that point, which often resulted into him not being gentle enough with cassidy. never on purpose, but he would for example touch cassidy too suddenly wherever and cassidy's brain registers that as Pain if he doesn't see it coming. reid's general disinterest and disregard of cassidy's needs caused him to become very distant from other people for a while, because he was scared of being hurt again- even accidentally so

reid is not like that anymore now so it's all good =^) but what happened between him and cassidy is still very important and everything together makes me so insane

FOR BAD: is there anyone who had an undeniable negative impact on your oc’s life? how did your oc deal with that change? have they been able to move on?

answered here!

FOR BAD: is there anyone who had an undeniable negative impact on your oc’s life? how did your oc deal with that change? have they been able to move on?

for reuben, it's maelstrom. he was taken by the gang when he was still a kid and grew up there, and they basically just used him as a tool and as a threat for anyone who dared to cross them. sent him out on jobs he should've never had to do at that age and this also led to him losing his arm one day in an encounter with a gang leader and an assassin fighting each other on the docks and then fighting off maelstrom gang members. including reuben. not good

they basically just. ruined reuben. in a way. made him believe he was nothing but a harbinger of death, he couldn't even talk anymore because they locked up his jaw, people were scared of him, and when he left maelstrom he was basically forced to live in a facking warehouse all by himself at the age of what. 20, 21? killing them with my mind reuben deserved BETTER

anyway he is living with his boyfriend now and his jaw is fixed and maelstrom is out of his life and he is doing SO MUCH BETTER!!! he's got a few fun little jobs and he's got friends and he has so much fun with all of them and he found his parents back AND!!! HE'S GETTING MARRIED!!!!!!!! take that royce. i spit on you

#asks #mutuals #dickytwister #ask:aubrey #ask:cassidy #ask:reid #ask:reuben #oc asks #THANK U SO MUCH i love my boys. sosososooso much

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xoluvx · 3 years

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betty; p.parker

» pairing: peter parker x reader » song: betty » word count: 1.9K

There was a flutter in Peter's heart as he watched you from behind his locker. He was pretending to dig for something, but his head peeked from behind the door watching you enter the school. The glow of senior year oozed off you and the never-ending giggles of your friends wrapped around you like a safety blanket. Your bag hung on one of your arms as the other linked with an arm of one of your friends.

Peter's heart thumped as you approached his locker. Usually, you would come up to him, peck his cheek, tell him how much you missed him, and celebrate the fact you were finally seniors in high school. But that wasn't the case. You walked right past him as if he were invisible.

He followed you down the hall with his eyes, the chatter among your friends grew softer as you disappeared in the crowd of freshmen rushing to find their classrooms. His eyes were on you when you briefly turned your head finding his eyes. Embarrassed, you turned quickly. But his eyes were still on you until he lost you in the crowd.

Shutting his locker, Peter sighed.

"Hey," Ned's voice rang in the hallway as he hurried to Peter.

Peter greeted Ned, as they walked side by side towards their first period. "Are you going to her party?" Ned asked glancing at Peter. He knew it was a sensitive topic, one he hadn't disclosed all the details about yet.

"She hates me," Peter responded shrugging his shoulders digging his hands in the pockets of his jeans.

"What happened with Gwen anyway?" Ned asked bluntly. He was tired of being left in the dark, of tiptoeing around the issue and tired of his best friend ditching him for most of the summer.

Peter turned to look at Ned with a blank look, flashbacks of summer invading his mind.

"Do you need a ride?" The voice startled Peter. He'd heard the car coming, but he hadn't turned to see who was approaching him. When the car stopped next to him, he recognized the girl. She had been in one of his classes, but they'd never spoken before.

"Oh no, thank you." Peter shook his head politely. He was carrying his skateboard, a wheel was busted so he was left to walk the rest of the way home.

"It's not a problem, I have nowhere to be." She added smiling at him, lifting her sunglasses, Peter made eye contact. Her eyes were friendly, lips curling into an inviting smile. "I don't bite," she added unlocking her car.

Peter gulped but approached her car. If he walked, it would take him another half hour. Why not?

"Peter, right?" she said. It was then Peter realized she was chewing gum, she blew a bubble take popped as she brought her sunglasses down. Peter nodded.

"Gwen. We had English together," she mentioned driving down the road. "Why are you out here all alone?" she asked casually keeping her eyes on the road.

Peter shifted in his seat, his skateboard awkwardly between his legs. "I was at my friend Ned's house," He said looking at her briefly. "But my skateboard broke-" he continued talking looking down at the skateboard with the missing wheel.

"You know how to fix it?" she asked.

"I think I have to get it fixed," he confessed. Or maybe Ned could help, but that would require transportation that he didn't have.

"I can take you," she offered and Peter's eyes widen a bit. He was confused by her generosity. He barely knew this girl.

"I have to get home. My aunt is waiting for me." It was true. Aunt May didn't play when it came to dinner. Even though the sun was still out, he had to be home for dinner in less than an hour.

"Tomorrow," she shrugged nonchalantly glancing at Peter as they stopped at a red light. Peter's eyes scanned her face, her round features, and her long lashes. The gum expanded once again in a small bubble.

"Sure. Okay," Peter smiled as he gave her directions towards his house.

Peter should've known then. He should've known how things would end, but he was too gullible and he missed you too much. You'd taken the camp counselor job and though you would only be gone for five weeks, they felt like the longest five weeks. Gwen was filling that void.

Gwen's company made the days slightly more bearable. It was innocent. It started that way at least.

"I saw them at the arcade together," Inez's voice was becoming staticky. Your thoughts fogged as you heard what she was saying. "I wanted to call as soon as I saw, but you were at camp." She frowned, it was ingenuine though. Like she was living for the hurt expression on your face.

She went in for a hug, but you moved out of her way leaving the mall. You weren't going to entertain this. Is that why Peter wasn't there like he said he would? At your doorstep waiting for you to come back from camp?

You could feel the tears forming as you approached your car. Fumbling with the door you finally pulled it open sliding into the driver's seat slamming the door, gripping the steering wheel as you let the tears flow. Your chest felt tight.

This had to be the worst welcome home ever.

"Hey," Ned waved and you turned in his direction. He was waving at you with a friendly smile. Peter was next to him looking like a lost puppy. You faked a smile and waved, ignoring Peter, before you got pulled away by your friends to your table in the cafeteria.

"Are you going to talk to him?" one of your friends, Alice, asked drinking from her juice box. Another cut in and it was all too much for you to process. They knew as much as Inez had told you, and they knew you hadn't spoken to Peter since you left for camp.

"I think you should talk to him," Abigail added with a concerned expression.

"No, don't. He's not worth it. Remember how he didn't even come and rescue you when Jack refused to take no for an answer at the dance?" Rebecca retaliated.

You remembered clearly. You'd just started dating. Peter was still shy. It wasn't a big deal. You weren't even expecting Peter to come to the dance and you wouldn't have known that he was there unless Inez made it a point to tell you later that night as you walked towards the parking lot.

"We've already gone over that, it wasn't a big deal." You reasoned still on Peter's side. Because that was the thing, even if Peter had betrayed your trust, you felt like you'd always be on team Peter.

Glancing at his table, you saw him talking with Ned and you wished you could just go up there and forget everything ever happened press reset, and start senior year how you'd been planning with Peter.

"What if he shows up at your party?" Rebecca asked and you snapped back to your table. Shrugging you poked at your veggies before pushing your tray away. You weren't hungry.

The week went by in a flash, but each day felt longer than the previous. You wrapped your cardigan tightly around your body as you got out of bed. It was Saturday, in a few hours crowds of people would be in your backyard celebrating the start of the last year of high school.

But you were too caught up on Peter.

The sound of a text notification caught your attention.

Can we talk? - Ned

That was weird. Ned wasn't usually one to text you. Peter was always there as the middle man. You were curious.

What's up? You typed waiting for his text in anticipation. Your phone rang and you caught your breath. You were expecting him to continue texting.

"Hello?" you asked cautiously.

"Don't hang up, please. I need to talk to you. You need to hear me out, please-" it was Peter. His voice filled your body with warmth until you remembered.

"Peter," your voice cracked. What could you say to him? Nothing, you were about to hang up when you heard his voice again.

"Don't hang up. I was stupid. I missed you and Gwen was there, and I know that's not an excuse for what I did but I never stopped thinking of you-" he was out of breath speaking quickly.

You felt your heart tighten, the familiar feeling of tears forming in your eyes took over.

"I'm sorry, Peter." You hung up. You couldn't deal with this. Not when Abigail and Rebecca were on their way. Wiping the tears, you discarded the cardigan on your bed. The one he'd bought for you last Christmas.

"Are you having fun?" Abigail asked squeezing your hand lightly. She was speaking over the loud music, her nose close to your ear. Nodding, you feigned a smile before looking into the crowd. No Peter.

"I'll be back," you motioned towards your house letting her know you needed to grab something.

But in reality, you needed some space. You'd been looking forward to this day. Towards your last year of high school, but plans changed. Sighing you sat on your porch. You could still hear the music and though the party was in your backyard, you needed a breath of air that wasn't congested by teens.

Swinging on the porch swing, you leaned your head back looking at the silent street. That's when you saw a figure. One hand deep in the pockets of his jeans, a skateboard in the other. It was Peter.

"Hi," his voice echoed drowning out the music. Your heart skipped a beat and you straightened up on the porch swing. You planted your hands on either side of you grounding you.

"What are you doing here?" you asked carefully getting off the swing.

"Just listen to me please," he said climbing up the three steps of your porch. "I messed up, I know I did." He looked at you with sad eyes placing his skateboard down. "It meant nothing to me. Gwen was a distraction. One that ruined the best thing that's happened to me," he was sincere with his words. His tone was gentle as he stepped forward.

"I thought becoming an Avenger was the best thing that happened to you," you joked folding your arms. That got a small chuckle out of Peter.

"That's a close second," he joked back, this time it was your turn to laugh softly. You were falling back into your comfortable state. One where only you and Peter existed.

"I can't ask you to forget what happened-" he was stepping closer. "-but please forgive me, I will do anything." He reached for your hands, your fingers intertwining easily.

"Anything?" you asked, your voice cracking.

Peter squeezed your hands nodding.

"Kiss me," you whispered pulling Peter closer with your hands still tangled together. A goofy smile spread across Peter's face and he happily closed the gap between your bodies.

He let go of your hands so he could cup your face. Yours instantly wrapped around his torso.

"I missed you," he whispered against your lips, your noses touching.

Smiling you kissed him again. The fabric of his soft lightweight sweater felt right under your fingertips. You could smell his fabric softener and shampoo.

It felt like home.

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midnxghtsunwrites · 4 years

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LAID OFF

PAIRING —

Andy Barber x Black Reader

SUMMARY —

You get fired from your workplace of eleven years and Andy tries to comfort you.

WARNINGS —

Just good ol' fluff and angst, ignorant people doing ignorant things — yakwtfgo

It was midday when Andy received a text from you saying that you were on your way home from work. As far as he knows, your workday definitely does not end at twelve pm. Immediately, he called you and the conversation went as vague as he expected.

"Why are you going home, sweetheart? You okay?" He questions. You can't see him but you can tell that he has those crinkles in between his eyebrows that usually come with concern.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Do we have anything on our grocery list? I'm gonna stop by Walmart on the way home." He doesn't have a chance to answer before you cut him off, "Never mind, I'll just go to the house and grab it."

"Y/N —"

You hung up.

A day of shopping went by with you trying to take your mind off of what happened just hours before. Your boss of eleven years called you into his office, handed you a termination packet, a crappy explanation, and a company pen.

A pen.

"It has your name on it," He'd quipped.

As you now stand in your bathroom, twisting your hair into bantu knots, you wish you would've stabbed that motherfucker in the eye with that pen. You're absolutely taken aback by his audacity — it followed you throughout the day.

Even when your son came home from school and greeted you. You were in the kitchen at that point, aggressively stirring up some chicken soup — your comfort food. He gave you the weirdest look and retreated to his room.

During dinner (without Andy) you listened intently as your son recounted his day, trying to get your mind off of how much time you'd wasted in that company.

Now, you can hear the security system speak that the front door is open. Andy's home.

You try not to think about the packet you left on the bed — he has to know somehow and you don't want to say it out loud. Part of you feels he'll be disappointed in you.

When he enters the bathroom, the packet in hand and a thoughtful look on his face, you try not to let it faze you and get back to spraying leave in conditioner in your hair.

You can feel his stare burning into the side of your face.

You blink and meet his eye in the mirror, "I don't wanna talk about it."

"We have to talk about it." His voice is calmer than you thought it would be.

"No, Andy, we don't have to do anything — I, on the other hand, have to finish these bantu knots that I started way too late in the day. Should've done this tomorrow. Not like I have anything else to do —"

Andy scoffs, "Y/N, stop doing your hair for a minute and talk to me."

"What?" You question, beyond irritated, "What is there to possibly talk about? Huh? I wasn't good enough at my job and I lost it. There's not much else to it, Andy."

"Y/N —"

"No." You deadpan, slamming the bottle down on the granite counter top and turning to face your husband, "I gave eleven years of my life to that place. Just to get a letter of termination and a pen. A stupid pen? Is that what my life has come to? They could've had the decency to send me to fricking Jamaica or some shit — they're good for it."

Andy leans back against the wall and watches you as you rant.

"If I'm that replaceable, why the fuck didn't they just fire me ten years ago when they saw what a crap job I was doing?" You know you're a great employee but the rage is pouring off you in waves, "I was sacrificing my weekends with family to go to that bum place — for terrible fucking pay, mind you — and this is what they do? This is how they pay me back for wasting a decade of my life? I'm just so —" A frustrated groan finishes your statement.

"And I know you're disappointed in me. You're disappointed in the fact that I didn't work hard enough. I didn't fight hard enough. Well, fuck that. I'm fucking over it."

"Are you?"

"Yes, I'm over it." You reiterate.

Your husband knows you too well to think that you're over it. He counts down from five in his head.

Five..

Four..

Three..

Two..

One..

"Is it because I'm black?" You ask, suddenly.

Right on cue. Andy whistles lowly, proud of himself.

"Fucking hell," You scoff as if just realizing something, "I knew there was some shady shit when they took us to a damn plantation for a mixer and only asked me to bring food."

Your husband's head shoots up in surprise, "Wait, they did that? Why didn't you tell me?"

You shake your head, "I wasn't thinking too much of it. Plus, it was like six years ago — I was naive as hell."

Andy furrows his brows in thought, "What was the reason they gave for firing you?"

"My disruptive behavior. Apparently, they don't like when someone accidentally drops their stapler." Saying it out loud pissed you off even more.

"Those assholes." Andy comes to your defense, biting his bottom lip, irritated. Finally, he nods, "Okay. We'll sue for wrongful termination. I'll call someone in the morning so we can get this sorted out."

You pause for a moment, glad your husband is there to fight by you and defend you. A part of you is tempted to do just that — get a couple thousand from that hating ass job. But no, you don't even want to think about them anymore.

Begrudgingly, you shake your head, "Nah, baby, I just wanna wash my hands of them. I'll send out my resume in the morning and I'll probably take a couple more days to mope, but I don't wanna think about them anymore. Just the fact that I'm jobless."

"There's my girl," Andy jokes as he wraps his arms around you. Your hair is haphazard on your head seeing as you haven't finished the knots yet, but Andy doesn't care. He's obsessed with you either way. "And I'm not disappointed in you, Y/N. You're the best at what you do. Them letting you go is their loss and they'll definitely realize what they're missing out on when you're out there doing your own shit. We have enough in our savings to spare — you can start that restaurant you've been dreaming about."

"And you'll be my greeter when you're not putting criminals in jail?" You ask, sweetly, a bright smile growing on your face.

Andy pecks your glossed lips, "Wouldn't have it any other way." He taps your ass, "Now, how about I help you finish your hair, we can drink some hot cocoa, I can give you a massage. Plus, I can take tomorrow off, we can pull Y/S/N out of school and we can go on a hike to clear your mind."

You almost cry at how much Andy is willing to do for you.

"Ugh, how did I get so lucky?" You rest your hand on his chest, right where your name is tattooed and pull him down to kiss you.

He pulls away, slightly, his beautiful blue eyes lighting up with such joy and admiration, "I ask myself that everyday."

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avidrawsthings · 4 years

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Why to this day I still believe Rowan deserved better

This was meant to be an observation on several characters in Hogwarts Mystery, but Rowan's entry took over lol I'll cover the others in a separate post since this one's already gonna be lengthy.

Spoilers for Year 6 included!

Short version: They didn't get the chance to grow and develop in the way they should've, and what became of them following Year 6 never sat right with me.

Long version below the cut:

Rowan is the character most of us expected would grow into the nerdy best friend that would eventually break out of their shell and become awesome in their own right. All of the signs were there, but as we all know how the game progressed, that was no longer the case.

It became evident they weren't going to be Hogwarts' youngest professor since there's no hint of them during the Harry Potter years. Some suspected something bad might've happened, while others (like myself) felt that they simply chose a different career path or became professor at another school.

NOPE

Rowan was the first character we mastered our friendship with and after the first 3-4 years, were barely included in the plot. As the player, we literally had no choice as we were forced to spend less and less time with them. The Celestial Ball was possibly the only event where Rowan truly shined in my opinion, and in my playthrough with Reina I always made the choices where I'd spent the most time with them.

Not only is the player not given a choice in interacting with Rowan, but then you get guilt tripped for it when Rowan calls out MC in Year 5 for only reaching out to them when they needed something.

(OUCH lol)

Personally, I found that to be rather jarring and unfair, not just to Rowan but to the player. Rather than forcing the player to not interact with them, why not give the player the option in doing so? Rowan's comment above would've been far more justified if the player intentionally chose to ignore them.

By Year 6, players noted Rowan was seen sitting alone and sad in places like the Library and The Three Broomsticks. When you get around to talking to them later on, this is elaborated on by them saying their mutual friends were more MCs friends which never made sense to me. Their friends cared for Rowan just as much as they did MC. Barnaby commented at one point that Rowan was a great friend and excellent tutor.

Then that dreaded event happens in Chapter 18 and just like that, Rowan's gone.

(No, I'm not posting the screenshot of their dead body. The face they made still creeps me the hell out.) - Screenshot taken from Reddit

Needless to say, most of us certainly didn't see this coming. I know I didn't. Even some of Rowan's biggest haters were shocked at where this headed (I'm sure there was the handful that celebrated but they're irrelevant). While I was already starting to lose interest in the game because the gameplay became so TEDIOUS for me, this was what drove me to officially stop playing altogether. The only times I do play is for either the Quidditch chapters or some of the Side Quests.

By this point in time I was at the final quarter of Year 5 (second time around with Reina after the previous file got corrupted and erased), and to this day I haven't touched the main storyline. I'll be honest, seeing that "friendship is forever" above is kind of insulting considering the player was never given a choice. Rowan only became relevant again after being murdered and that has always rubbed me the wrong way. Remember how we were lead to believe the casualty was going to be Ben, since in the prior chapter he made it clear he wasn't afraid of dying?

The Head Boy/Girl TLSQ further cemented my feelings on this matter (didn't play it but I saw the screenshots from those that did). Sure, it adds a layer of tragedy depending on who you ask, but overall I never liked this development. With the way several other characters received some form of development over time (Talbott and Chiara anyone?), having what became of Rowan cements my belief that we were robbed of great potential.

THEY DESERVED BETTER

-Screenshot taken from Google

To this day I feel this encounter is what sealed Rowan's fate. At the time this chapter came out, Ben and Rowan were the least popular characters.

Feel free to add on to this if you like!

One more thing to add, you're free to disagree with Jam City's writing, but for the love of decency, sending death threats their way isn't the way to do it. Just don't.

#avi rambles #long post #hphm #hogwarts mystery #hphm rowan #ben copper #rowan khanna #and yeah ppl rly did send death threats #it's a mess

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wearenot7withu · 4 years

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pairing : jungkook x reader

genre : fluff,bestfriends!au, friendstolovers!au

warning : maybe some swearing, a little bit of jealousy

word count : 2,420 words

summary : Do you know what’s better than summer? Having a summer job as a lifeguard. You are by the water, the sun is making you look tan and of course, your lifeguard partner isn’t a bad thing to see either. Luckily - or well not so much, you’re not the only one thinking that. Will the bad green monster come out or can you be on your best behavior?

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a/n : so here’s my jungkook as a lifeguard scenario. i hope you like it, your feedbacks are welcome. i really enjoyed writing this, tho i’m more of an angst type of girl so this was challenging for me. nevertheless i’m kinda happy with the outcome hope you are too ♥ also thank you for your feedbacks for the business trip

July is the month of water. The perfect time to go to the beach, take a vacation at some seaside city, or if you don't have a seashore near you, you can enjoy the swimming pools at the local thermal spa.

Since you were a child, you loved swimming. You were waiting all year round for summer so you can finally swim. So when you were nine years old, your parents signed you up for the local swim team, and in high school, you became part of the school's girl's swim club too. When your first working summer came, your choice was obvious. You applied to be a lifeguard, and ever since you were sixteen years old, you have come back every summer.

Your first two years went by uneventfully. The first year you got to know the other workers, so during the second year, you were already familiar with everyone. The third-year was a little bit interesting. Jeon Jungkook, the school's number one swimmer, captain of the boy's swim team, the boyfriend of the school's cheer captain joined your little lifeguard group. You two went to the same high school, enjoyed the same sport, but you’ve never really talked with each other. He was the top of the school's social ladder, and even though you were a swim captain too, you liked to be in the background. But that summer - which was already three years ago, oh God time flies by so fast - you two became friends. Best friends actually. You can imagine everyone's face when on the first day back in school he asked you to sit next to him and his friends at lunch.

Before Jungkook, you had a few friends, was in a good relationship with everyone, and didn't despise anyone. But as said, that was before Jungkook. The first person you lowkey hated was Jiha, his girlfriend. She was a bitch to Jungkook, and even though he knew how to handle her behavior, you still didn't like her. Thankfully they broke up. Jungkook dumped her before the winter formal and asked you to go with him - but strictly only as friends. Although life had another plan because by the time spring formal came, you were together.

Like it was said before, it's been three years since that. It's again a summer working as a lifeguard with your boyfriend, which is getting harder and harder every year. Have you seen his body? Besides having a masterpiece face, his body is just the cherry on the top, and sadly you're not the only one enjoying the view.

"You know, you're a lifeguard, right?"

A voice pulled you back into reality. You turned your head towards the source of the sound with a confused look on your face.

"Jungkook, we've been doing this for summers... I think pretty much the whole town knows that" you said matter-of-factly.

"But you can't save lives if you're daydreaming"

"I wasn't daydreaming" you defended yourself.

"Admit it, you were daydreaming about me"

"Keep on dreaming, pretty boy"

"You think I'm pretty?"

"Well, I'm not with you because of your brain" you smiled at him.

"Careful y/n or I might throw you into the water" You put your hands up in front of your chest, showing that you're stepping down from this fight.

"I'm gonna go check the kids' pool" He leaned towards you to give you a kiss.

"Bring me a bottle of water on your way back please"

As he was walking away you looked around. You saw a few ladies' heads following your boyfriend, but you can't really blame them. As long as they're only looking, you're kind of alright with that. As you were waiting for your partner to come back, two girls started jumping into the pool. You blew your whistle, which made everyone look at you. You signaled an X with your arms to the girls, who only rolled their eyes. You hate these I'm the center of the world type of girls. They think the rules aren't for them.

As Jungkook was walking back, he blew his whistle too. The girls were now giggling. He gave you the bottle of water and sat beside you.

"You know I was thinking" you hummed so he can continue. "I don't want us to come back next year" he shrugged.

"What? Why?" you looked at him with a surprised expression.

"Boys are looking at your tits, checking out your ass, and like yeah, I know they're good and everything but you're still my girl" he gestured around us as if you're not dealing with this same issue.

"Kook, those girls were just now giggling at your attention and are keep on jumping into the pool just so you can acknowledge them again" And because it was true, you blew the whistle. Again.

"And you're fine with it?" You shrugged.

"I'm not fine with their presence, but only because they're annoying. Those who only look at you are can't be blamed" you stood up and sat in his lap "You know, that's what you get for having this gorgeous badass lifeguard girl as your girlfriend" you kissed his cheek both side, then gave a little peck on his lips. "And that's" you pointed towards the jumping girls "what I get for having one of the towns most chased man as my boyfriend"

He gave you a kiss, and another one, and another one. "They're still jumping" you sighed at that.

"Come with me?" With him, you arrived next to the girls. "I kindly ask you to continue your jumping at the swimmer's pool, this pool isn't for hopping"

"Oh, really?" the two girls looked at each other, then the taller one with light brown hair and tanned skin took a step towards Jungkook. "Can you show me where is that? I think I don't know" Calm down y/n.

"It's two pools away" you answered.

She took another step and now started to play with her hair. "I still don't know"

Jungkook stepped aside, lifted his arm and pointed towards the swimmer's pool "Right there, in front of you" The girl seemed to understand he's not interested. You smiled at her, with a smile which said HA! Told you to go away!

The day went by after that calmly. A few kids crying, one person bumped into another underwater but nothing major happened. When your shift ended, you two went to take a shower - separately, of course, then Jungkook took you home to your parents' house. "You coming in?" you asked him.

"I promised my brother I will go with him looking for an engagement ring"

You squealed a little "Is he planning to propose Mayah?" He nodded.

You bid him goodbye with a kiss and went inside. You've been living together off-campus during school since starting college, but for the summers, you always go back home to your roots.

The next day you woke up a little later than you should've, which meant total chaos for the morning. On top of that, you didn't have time to eat, because when Jungkook pulled up in front of the house, you were still in your sleeping clothes.

"Your hair looks like you've been fucked through the whole night" greeted your dearest boyfriend. You rolled your eyes at that

"Yeah my other boyfriend visited" you said sarcastically. "Where are you signed today?"

After figuring out you weren't on the same pool duty, you didn't talk that much, not that you were in the car for a long time. "See you at clock-out" He gave you a kiss on your cheek and we said bye.

Today you'd been paired up with Josie, she was your partner for the first time when you started back in the days. "Are you ready for the old people?"

Her question made you snicker. "I would rather be at the kids' pool for a week"

You replied with a sigh, and Josie erupted in a laugh. It's true, little kids might be louder and more energetic, but old people are on a whole new level. They usually want to play matchmakers for their grandchildren.

"So how you and prince charming have been?" you laughed at the name Josie gave to Jungkook.

"I still don't get why you're calling him that, but we're good" you nod your head with a fond smile on your face "better than ever actually"

"That's good to hear"

Your stomach made some strange noise, signaling it's time for food. You told Josie you're gonna go grab something to eat from one of the food stalls. As you were waiting for your kung pao, you felt someone's presence very close to you. When you turned around, arms were caging you and the familiar smell hit your nose.

"Thanks for the baguette babe, but how can you not know I don't like pickles?" What? What baguette?

"Mmmm what are you talking about Kook?" you grabbed your meal before turning towards him and motioning towards the benches.

"Your memory is not that good anymore, you're getting old" He joked, and you kicked his leg under the table which made him chuckle with a boyish laugh.

"I slept through my alarm Jungkook, I didn't have the time to eat or buy a meal until now" you sighed, somebody must've been trying to get his attention with this. You have to say this is a new boldness, like this has never happened before.

"I have a secret admirer!" you clapped your hands yaaay because my mouth was full.

After finishing your breakfast slash lunch, you went back to Josie. You asked her about her new job and talked about college. She told you some funny stories which have happened to her there and you laughed a lot. From time to time some elders came up to you, showing pictures or pointing towards their grandsons. Sadly for them, both Josie and you are taken so you had to decline their propositions. You would be surprised how disappointed they can be once they find out they plan won't work out. OR how persistent they can be, they can't take no for an answer. That's the two end, no between. When that happens, you feel better with either Jungkook or one of the male colleagues. They're pretty much all Jungkook's friend, which means yours are too.

Clock-out quickly came, and you were cleaning the pools where you were assigned through the day for the other shift’s workers. To get to the locker rooms, you have to go beside the pool where you're boyfriend is on duty for the day. You thought you two will go to the changing rooms together, but as you get there you only see Taehyung cleaning.

"Did Jungkook leave you in the dirt alone?" You beamed at him. He turned his head towards you with a smile but quickly replaced it with a confused expression.

"Why aren't you at the bar?" he asked,

"Why would I be at the bar?" You asked back.

"You left a note to Jungkook to meet you at the bar at 3" You pointed at yourself asking him that you left a note.

"I didn't leave any note, is the note here though?" Taehyung pointed towards the trashcan.

Thank God it was at the top so you didn't have to rummage through it. Reading the note, you didn't know if you should feel offended because he didn't recognize your handwriting, or to be furious because someone actually dared to ask him on a date. You crumbled the note in your hand and made your way towards the bar.

Arriving at the bar you saw your boyfriend and the girl from yesterday. That made your blood boil so much more than before. Poor guy was looking around, searching for someone - you, while the girl was trying to make a good impression on him. You counted to twenty in your head, so you wouldn't jump at the girl first thing. Jungkook's face lighted up seeing you, although he realized something's not right.

"Excuse me" you tapped on the girl's shoulder "I would really appreciate it if you wouldn't try to shoot your shot with my boyfriend." You stepped beside Jungkook, who automatically back hugged you.

"He wasn't really rejecting me though" You’re gonna tear this bitch hair out

"Listen here you little - " a hand muffled your mouth.

"I didn't really give you the time of the day, I was just being nice and answered you" The girl's face turned red and stomped away from the bar.

"I should've known you wouldn't write me a letter" you hummed while turning towards him.

"Yeah, and you should've recognized my handwriting. I mean c'mon, how many times did I give you my notes in school."

Jungkook mumbled a quiet sorry. He looked like a kid, who was told not to eat any sweets until his vegetables were off from his plate. "What do you think about you, me, in my room doing a Frozen marathon?"

"Alright, but we have to stop at my parents' house first"

So that's what you did. After taking a shower Jungkook drove you to your childhood home. While you packed away your things, Jungkook had a quick chat with your dad ... about the lawn? You said bye to your mom and joined the two men at the porch.

"I'm ready" you said hugging your dad. He tightened his grip around you and with a serious expression he said to Jungkook

"No funny business" For a minute neither you nor Jungkook could say anything.

You couldn't tell why did your dad say that, and Jungkook probably shit himself. He started to stutter when your dad let out a big laugh. Hearing his laugh, Jungkook also let out an awkward chuckle.

"Alright dad, bye" You said and pulled Jungkook by his hand to his car.

"What the hell was that?" Jungkook asked once you were in the vehicle.

You shrugged "it's not like he doesn't know we do funny business"

"Don't call it that" He commanded, which lead you to repeat it like ten times.

Arriving at his house you helped his mom to make dinner. Following dinner, you started to watch Frozen.

"You know I love you right?" Jungkook asked after a while.

You were already half-asleep, you didn't have the strength to answer properly. You mumbled a quite love you too and snuggled closer to him. You were happily asleep after only moments.

#jungkook scenarios #jungkook drabble #jungkook x reader #jungkook fluff

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tamagochiie · 4 years

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--would you be so kind [tsukishima kei]

genre: fluff/slight angst

pairing: tsukishima kei x reader

song: would you be so kind by dodie

synopsis: you’ve fallen for quite a boy and what’s the best way to confess to someone if not during the school festival?

wc: 2.37k

a/n: truth be told, i was inspired to write this when i was listening to dodie, and i tried to somehow tie the lyrics in with the story, but i kinda lost my flow in between, but the story still works!

"This might seem strange..." You should've known better than to reach out to Yamaguchi and Yachi the moment those words left his lips. You should've cut him off, stopped him before he could finish the thought and left, but you didn't. You had sat there with your attention wrapped around Yamaguchi's finger as he conceptualized your perfect confession.

I should've gone to someone else, you thought. But you didn't have many friends and the ones you did have had no experience with love. You were lucky enough to have been friends with the ultimate Karasuno High duo canonically known to the student body as: YamaYachi.

Though, you weren't entirely sure if you could even deem yourself lucky.

They were quite meddlesome since you've come to know them and let them into your life. Though for someone as quiet and kept together as you, their presence helped spice up it every now and then. Like when they volunteered you to be the new volleyball manager without your consent, or when they had found out your heart had unwillingly fallen for Karasuno's notorious jackass, Tsukishima Kei, and butt in.

They would crack a wedge in every small opening they found to get you two together and chucked you right through it. During practice, when it came to water breaks, they'd make sure Tsukki wouldn't be able to get his water bottle, forcing him to go to you to ask for it. Whenever they heard Tsukki wanted to stay behind to practice, without your consent, they'd volunteer you. When it came to walking home, oh, they'd make sure you were always by his side while they followed behind.

Though it had been extremely uncomfortable and embarrassing, a friendship did blossom. Eventually, Yachi and Yamaguchi no longer needed to manipulate the forces of nature, and Tsukki would just come looking for you on his own.

So here you were, determination shaking in your bones as you strode down the crowded corridor of your high school, going against the current as you ignored your friends' attempts to catch your attention. You took deep breaths to calm the persistent thumping of your heart and to the ease the miniatured yous dashing around in circles in your mind.

If it had been up to you, your confession would've been as toned down and discreet as you: sticking a note in Tsukki's locker and making a run for it. But your high school life had fallen into the hands of two people who shared the same brain cell, so of course, go big or go home.

At least that's what Yamaguchi had said.

He made it a point that it was their final year while you were still struggling in your second year. "If you're gonna tell someone you like them, you might as well do it facing them head on, right?"

As much as you hated it, he was right. But you shook the pompous image of Yamaguchi as you drew near your meeting place. You met Yachi at the corner away from everyone else. Her face softened when she saw the nervousness in your eyes and greets you with a hug."How are you lungs?"

"They're a bit in pain." You answered honestly, breaths shaky. "This so dumb, I don't think I can do this."

"If I could swap chests with you today, I would." She joked as an attempt to ease you; it was her silly way of saying, "I'd trade the storm in your heart for the stillness in mine," and though her odd one-liners would help, it wasn't working. "You don't have to do the funny stuff Yams said—just go up to him and tell him. That's all you really need to do...They boys are just over there by the ramen booth,"

You leaned to the side to catch a good look at Tsukki, but what you find tightly gripped your heart and squeezed out the little confidence you had been mustering the entire day.

Another girl—a pretty girl—who was glued to him by the hip, laughing and twirling her hair. But what shocked you the most was the way Tsukki looked at her intently as she spoke, like he was making it a point to actually listen to whatever was coming out of her mouth.

Yachi caught the pain etched in your face and turned to see what the problem was, "Oh shit."

You didn't exactly know what came over you, but before you brain could match the tempo of the rest of your body, you called out his name and marched towards him. "Tsukishima Kei!"

Eyes dilated and looking down at you, he blinked at the sudden sight of you. His lips twitched in a smile as if he was happy to see you, but before he could address you or even say hello, you cut him off, unintentionally yelling, "I like you! I-I know you know that I like you, b-but that's not enough...So, i-if you would—Please go out with me! "

Time was such a fickle thing; because though it had only been a mere couple of seconds, it felt like you were stuck in a forever as the silence lingered between you, Tsukki, and everyone else that was within range to hear not only your confession, but your unexpectedly bold decision to ask him out as well.

Holy fucking shit, you thought. Though the silence was a loud and clear response, the rapid thumping of your heart was louder; and you couldn't stand the thought of staying there any longer. So before Tsukki would even manage to part his lips, you bolted out of there.

You ran to the pool side, far from where everyone else had gathered, where you were supposed to watch the fireworks with Tsukki if things had fallen into place like it was supposed to. You plopped yourself onto bleachers and sunk your head into your hands as you wept. You felt in incredibly silly.

"There's gotta be some butterflies somewhere," Yamaguchi had said this when you asked if it was a smart move for you to confessing to someone when you weren't even sure if there was even the smallest possibility the feelings were mutual. You should've taken it as a sign that you shouldn't have done.

But you did.

Oh, god, you did.

The image of Tsukki looking at you dumbfounded by your confession bled through and all you could do was sob harder into your hands. You remember the teams' faces, how shocked they were to have heard you say more than three words in one breath.

Oh, shit, the team. You were gonna have to quit being manager because there as no way in hell you could bounce back from the depths of your embarrassment and pretend as if you hadn't done that, especially in front of that pretty girl.

You wanted to hate Yamaguchi and Yachi, to place the blame on them, but they never said to screech out a confession let alone ask him out. So, this was undoubtedly on you. In the end, you were the idiot and you probably just lost a really decent friendship with someone you didn't even believe could be a good friend to begin with.

Regardless of Tsukki's reputation, he was quite kind, considerate, and attentive; if you were struggling with math or life in general he was willing to listen if he couldn't physically step in to help. Thinking about it, he always seemed to match his pacing with yours. If you were in a good mood, he'd banter with you, but if you weren't he'd tread lightly and do something to lift your spirits.

During lunch, he'd buy food in pairs; one for him and one for you because he when he asked why you didn't bring food every day, you told him you didn't have time to do it in the morning and you were too tired to bother when you came home. He'd lend you his jacket if you felt cold. He'd always wait for you after club if you had to pack up equipment or do extra tasks.

All these small gestures made your heart stand on its toes, but maybe you were bold to assume he saw your more than a friend.

Maybe you were bold to assume anything.

"I wanna die!" You groaned as you finally lifted your head from your hands, your eyes meeting the sky. The sun had fallen into the horizon and it was beginning to grow dark.

"Well, if you drop dead now, I won't be able to give you an answer." You jumped at the disembodied voice, gasping. You whipped your head to find Tsukki stepping out of the tall shadow of the pool shed. A sly smirk played across his lips with this hands hidden behind his back as he waltzed towards you.

You frowned at him, not really looking at him, but rather the buttons on his shirt. Too tired to run, you accepted your fate and swallowed the little pride you surprisingly had left and decided to face the rejection head on.

"H-How'd you find me?" Your voice was strained from the crying, so you cleared your throat and tried to relax. But when Tsukki took up the space beside you, you couldn't help but flinch back into stiffness.

"Yamaguchi said you might be here..."You scoffed as you brought your knees up to your chest, still avoiding looking at him. You looked ahead at the backdrop of the night, your ears trained on the subtle chirping of the crickets nearby. This would've been an ideal date moment, thought. The embarrassment once again creeped in and you shiver at what you had done moments ago.

Why was he here? Shouldn't he be with that girl? If he was here to reject you, he should hurry up rather than spend another moment wasting it on silence.

"Hey—"

"If you're going to reject me, please do so now." You deadpanned, cutting him off. There was a tingling, numbing feeling that began to build in the tips of your fingers, and would later spread throughout your whole body. "I'd rather you be straight to the point and reject me now. I'd rather you be cold and straight to the point rather than sit here and pick at your words, so please just hurry and reject me."

Tsukki scoffed at you, pushing the frame of his glasses further onto the bridge of his nose. "Well, damn," He seethed. The way he said your name made your heart float, but your stomach drop. "What the hell do you want?"

"Excuse me?"

"You asked me to go out with you, now you want me to reject you? Tell me, which is it?" You looked at him, finally meeting his gaze. He looked annoyed—no, he looked angry and you couldn't tell why.

"I—"

"Because I came here with an answer and a bag full of that spicy ramen you liked so much," He leaned in, lessening the gap between the two of you. Though you should've been wary at the close proximity, you couldn't help but have your thoughts wander over to the spicy ramen. Did he really bring me spicy ra—" You're so annoying! I listened when you told me what you had to say, so shut up and listen to me."

"Tsukki I—"

"Yes." He said, firmly. He swung his leg over to the other side of the bench so that he'd be completely facing you. Your cheeks began to burn and you swallowed thickly at the action. "Yes, I will go out with you. I want to go out with you. Damn it, I was supposed to ask you myself, but you had to go ahead of me. I didn't even know you had that in you."

"...I didn't..." You muttered.

"Then why'd you go and do it?"

"I—" You were at a loss for words; partly because Tsukki had just said yes, but also because of his bluntness and the aggression laced in the words that so easily left his lips. "I wanted you to know before you graduated...and it would've been a waste if I stuck a note in your locker instead of facing you head on..."

"So you decided to yell it at me?"

"I panicked!" You retorted.

"Why?"

"Well," You caught your bottom lip between your teeth before you could let yourself finish. You remembered the pretty girl, how close she leaned onto Tsukki, and the bitter taste that followed. "I—Cause...That..That girl you were with...I kinda just...I snapped, okay?"

"The girl?...Oh." It was as if you heard a clicking sound the moment Tsukki had realized what you meant. "That's my cousin... She'll be an incoming first year next year, so I wanted to show her around."

Oh, my god, shoot me in between the eyes.

You buried your face back into your hands as Tsukki began to laugh. You wanted to die right then and there, you prayed to the deity's to grace you with some sort of blessing and hit you with a rock—maybe even get set on fire by a firework. Anything.

"Wooow, I can't believe I like you." Tsukki sighed as he leaned back with his arms stretched behind him for support. You peaked at him through the spaces between your fingers, watched as he smirked to himself.

"W-Wait you really like me?"

"Duh!" He spat, rolling his eyes. "Did you think I said yes to you as a joke? I would've said yes to you in front of everyone back there if you hadn't taken off like that." You sat there as you pressed your legs closer to your chest, resting your chin on your knees completely dumbfounded. You had many questions, but not enough time to take up in the night to ask it all.

You sat up straight before completely twisting yourself to face him. He furrowed his brows at you, watching you shift in your seat as you tried to regain the confidence you had lost. You cleared you throat and met his eyes, leaning in. "Then, would you be so kind to fall in love with me?"

A playful smirk tugged the corner of Tsukki's lips, "I already have."

#tsukishima fluff #tsukishima x reader #tsukki imagines #tsukishima kei #tsukki x fluff #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu!!#hq!!#haikyuu #tsukki #tsukki x reader #tsukki fluff #mine #tsukishima imagines

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the-mad-starker · 4 years

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Starker Smut: Spilled Lemonade

This was a fic I was writing for an event last summer (prompt was lemonade) but hadn’t finished in time so it was gathering dust 😅 Finally got it done so it’s my first offering in my 3k celebration. 😊

Summary: Peter’s a good omega. He takes care of his daddy and daddy takes care of him. They have such a good relationship but he’s glad that he gets to choose his own mate and not his father. Or so Peter thinks until one of his friends, another omega, comes sniffing around his alpha.

Notes/Warnings: intersex omega, unspecified age but probably high schoolish?, incest, normalized sex in public, jealousy, hole spanking, creampie, one sided Harley/Tony

WC: 6734

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It was 3 AM when Peter carefully snuck out of his daddy's bed.

The older alpha's arm was like dead weight across his belly but with a little wiggling, Peter was able to squeeze himself out. His entire body was aching, mainly his thighs and wrist, but overall, it was a lot better than usual.

Plus, with his daddy asleep, he was able to sneak himself some cookies as a reward for being a good omega. He had a whole bowl of them and a tall glass of milk as he went to soak in the jacuzzi.

He knew he should've showered off the mess before getting into the jacuzzi… There was alpha come and omega slick wetting his thighs, but he allowed himself to be bad just this once.

His daddy, Tony Stark, was going through one of his quarterly ruts. Peter, being his only son and an omega, was helping him through it.

At least, it was summer vacation so he didn't have to miss out on school. He was one of the top students and while missing a few classes wouldn't have cost him anything, the homework would've been annoying to catch up on.

His daddy's ruts took up a lot of his time and he needed to be present whenever his father fell into a mood. Ruts were normally two to three days of intense sexual frenzy with an alpha fucking an omega and breeding them up… But between father and son, Tony never took him in that manner.

No, all Peter did was… help.

He was happy to help and while the beginning was rough because of his inexperience, Peter was much better at it now. He knew just how to relieve his poor daddy, whether it was sucking on the alpha's cock or jacking him off with his hands…

Or there were times where Tony just needed a soft, pliant body to rub his cock against… Peter didn't mind stretching out on his tummy, legs spread while his daddy rutted his thick alpha cock against his ass or maybe between his round, soft cheeks… Sometimes, between his thighs.

It felt nice, after all.

What they did really depended on his alpha's mood, but they never went beyond that. Peter was still a virgin and his daddy was a perfect alpha gentleman, never pushing for more even when he was in a rut. He touched Peter's ass and his pussy plenty of times to return the favor but he'd never actually put his cock inside of Peter's holes, aside from his mouth.

He loved his daddy and his daddy loved him. Things were simple and they both got something out of it.

He had just taken a bite of his third cookie when his father walked in.

He hadn't bothered to put anything on. Clothing, even those of the finest quality, tended to irritate an alpha's oversensitive skin while they were in a rut.

It took two lazy, confident strides for Tony to reach the jacuzzi and one small sigh before he joined Peter in the warm water.

The smaller omega should've expected it but he still squeaked when his daddy picked him up and settled him on his lap.

"Dad…" Peter complained when Tony nipped the cookie from his very fingers.

The alpha's cock was settled against his ass, previously soft but rapidly swelling once the feel and scent of an omega reached his nose.

Peter bit his lip but like a dutiful omega, he shifted in place so that it could poke between his thighs instead of rub against his ass. He shuddered when the thick length slipped against his pussy.

"Do you think it'll be done in time for my pool party?" Peter asked while he started to stroke it with one hand.

Tony grunted in reply, leaning back against the jacuzzi wall as he let his son work him over. For his father, verbal replies were a bit harder to give during rut.

"Yeah," Tony grunted softly, "Tonight."

Peter smiled and let go of his daddy's cock. Before the alpha could protest, he got on his knees and started to rub it against himself. His actions were met with another grunt and a large hand settling on his hip to help keep him steady.

It didn't take his daddy long to release and Peter himself moaned when he felt the alpha's knot fill beneath his hands.

"Thanks, sweetheart," Tony murmured when he pulled Peter close, kissing his forehead.

"You're welcome, daddy," Peter chirped back.

He nuzzled against the alpha and relished the close bond they had.

It was as Tony said.

His rut ended that night so Peter was looking forward to the next few days of recovery. He contacted all his friends to confirm that they'd be attending his pool party and made sure that those who needed picking up would have a driver sent to them.

It wasn't a big party but it had all his closest friends and some of the members of his school decathlon team. No one could refuse a party that was being held at the Stark residence.

Good food, good music, good company.

Peter had only been concerned that his daddy's rut would make it difficult for him to set up. But now that it was done and over with, all plans were moving full speed for the weekend.

Then… Then a thing happened, a thing that Peter wasn't particularly happy about.

He was over at Ned's house, MJ listening to music in the background. It was right after his dad's rut had finished so he still smelled strongly of his father. Not that that was a problem.

He was his daddy's only omega so how else was his father supposed to get through his rut?

It wasn't a big deal but as soon as the third of their friend group arrived, it was called out in an entirely strange way.

Harley Keener had transferred to their school a year ago. He was a loud and obnoxious omega who didn't let any alphas, school or otherwise, scent him despite not having an alpha father around.

Peter had known about Harley's crush on his daddy since the very beginning but he never paid it much mind. Plenty of omegas had crushes on his father but none of them were so brazen and bold about it in front of Peter.

"Is your dad gonna mate you?" Harley bluntly asked, making Peter sputter into the coke he was drinking.

MJ threw a pillow at him but Harley remained undeterred as he stared at Peter with intense blue eyes.

"What– Why would you even ask that?" Peter demanded once he recovered. "Who asks that kind of question?"

Peter's reaction seemed to satisfy Harley for some reason. He went back to idly writing down something in his notebook.

"You smell like him," Harley pointed out like it wasn't obvious. "Usually that means your alpha wants to keep you for himself."

"Or," Peter emphasized, "my dad just had a rut and needed me to help him. It's not a crime to help my alpha when he needs me."

Harley frowned a bit. "He could always ask another omega…"

Peter rolled his eyes and answered, "Dad's too busy to go chasing around omegas. He didn't even ask me the first time. I found him working through it while he was in the lab."

"I always thought he'd mate you, too," Ned pipped up.

"That's… stupid," Peter pulled a face at his best friend. "I just– I love my dad but not… Not like that. And he hasn't mentioned mating either so… So, I'll probably find an alpha of my own someday..."

He glanced down at his fingers and noticed how they were scrunching up his shirt.

"My dad's awesome and he wants me to be happy," Peter said adamantly. "There's nothing wrong with… with that. With um… Alphas and their omega kids… It's just compatibility… But my dad's never pushed for us to mate."

Harley nodded, satisfied and for a moment, Peter thought the conversation would settle down and go back to something normal. Then the other omega got this glint in his eye that Peter knew spelled trouble.

"Maybe I can offer myself," Harley said casually with a smirk. "I can even become your stepmom if Tony really likes me."

This time, it was Peter's turn to launch something at Harley, another pillow that was deflected but it got his point across.

"Stay away from my dad, you perv," Peter growled, little omega fangs bared.

Harley only grinned in reply.

It was a joke so it was okay. Harley didn't make much sense to Peter most of the time but he was a decent friend. He just liked teasing people a lot by saying ridiculous things he never really meant. He often did pranks or just… things that he thought were funny so Peter just chalked it up to one of his quirks.

Peter didn't let Harley's casual use of his father's first name get to him. Tony instead of Mr. Stark. That was annoying, but Peter ignored it.

Their hang out day continued normally with a movie and popcorn. Peter didn't think of Harley's jokes for another minute and with the pool party coming up, it quickly faded to the background.

He didn't think about how his daddy didn't look at other omegas. He didn't think about how he'd never thought of looking at alpha boys his age.

His daddy was the only alpha in his life and when he compared his father to other alphas, they all just seemed lacking. Like pale imitations of what a good alpha should be. They were scrawny and filled with hot air, boasting about omegas they'd had and talking about things they knew absolutely nothing about.

The bragging was annoying. Peter was certain their cocks and knots were tiny, pathetic things compared to his daddy.

An alpha bragging about never touching an omega's cocklet? Or never pleasing an omega with their mouth? He didn't even have a bonded alpha and Peter knew he couldn't, wouldn't, mate with an alpha that didn't do any of that. His daddy's hands on him… and his daddy's mouth… Peter refused to settle for less.

Such thoughts made the young omega frown and wonder if he was doomed to never find an alpha that was even a quarter as amazing as his own father.

They were distracting thoughts that he pushed aside. He wasn't planning on leaving the nest anytime soon so what did it matter? He still had the pool party to think about and he spent the next couple of days focused on that and that alone.

The pool party was a success.

Peter got to show off his new bathing suit. It was a two-piece for male omegas, but he didn't care much about wearing the top. They were tiny little things, little triangles of fabric just barely big enough to cover his pink nipples. They'd probably call more attention to his chest compared to if he went without it.

Besides, his main reason for getting it was the bikini bottom in red and gold. It resembled a tiny, tiny skirt with just enough length that it covered the soft little bulge his cocklet made at the front. It was perfect.

There was food being barbecued and grilled by hired staff nearby. Fresh lemonade was being served in tall decorated cups at the beverage table. There were garlands of colorful flowers hanging on the tables and the small, shaded area near the pool.

The music was turned up, summer in its every beat. Someone had hooked up their phone to the surrounding speakers and judging by the songs, he figured it was MJ.

There were a couple of adults that tagged along with their kids, taking advantage of the stark hospitality. He saw a couple of them engage in unnecessary small talk with his dad, thanking him for the invitation and just being friendly in general.

They left the kids to do their thing though. Floaties and pool noodles of all sizes and shapes were to the side and readily available.

It was a huge pool. Most of the adults were enjoying the jacuzzi situated next to the pool. Tony, himself, was lounging on one of the pool chairs and only wearing swimming trunks. His tanned legs were stretched out, flip flops hanging off his feet as he basked in the sun.

And of course, he wore his signature shades so Peter couldn't be sure if he was resting his eyes or watching the party around them.

Either way, Peter popped on over with a cold beer in hand and kissed his daddy's cheek before he ran off to join his friends.

Peter was a good omega, after all.

They played a couple of rounds of water chicken. Peter won some as well as lost a couple. It was all fun and games.

They were just about to start a game of Marco Polo when Peter noticed their team was missing someone. Rolling his eyes, Peter pulled himself out of the pool to search for Harley. The other omega had excused himself to use the bathroom some time ago and had never rejoined them.

Peter was about to walk into the house when he caught sight of his target.

Harley was talking to his dad.

With a slight frown, Peter watched what was going on. The older omega was sitting on the edge of Tony's pool chair, a pink lemonade in his hand.

Peter could only see the side of his face but the way Harley leaned over his father was causing some emotion to burn inside him. Pool water dripped on Tony's bare chest and Peter's eyes narrowed before he quickly made his way over.

Harley was offering the pink lemonade to Peter's dad and whatever irrational feelings had been brewing, erupted at the gesture.

Unceremoniously, Peter knocked the lemonade out of Harley's hands.

The entire thing flew out of the other omega's grasp and for a moment, Peter was grateful that they hadn't used glass cups. Harley hadn't even noticed him but he whirled to face Peter.

"What the fuck, Peter?" Harley demanded, face turning a blotchy red at the interruption.

"We're playing a game," Peter bit out. "Marco Polo. Let's go."

Shifting Harley's attention away from his daddy made the uneasiness subside just enough that Peter could act.

He grabbed the other omega by the arm and attempted to drag him towards the pool, but Harley refused to budge.

"I don't want to play," Harley huffed but before Peter could respond, Tony interrupted.

"You're both making a scene," Tony told them, sitting up. He had nudged his shades down a bit, looking at the quarreling omegas with an unreadable expression. "Go on, Harley, enjoy the pool. Think Peter wants to talk to me about something."

Peter gave a bright smile as Harley pouted but reluctantly got up. The omega turned that bright smile towards his father but the look in Tony's eyes–

"Peter." Peter had never heard his father use that tone before. Low, almost close to something like a growl.

A shiver raced up his spine, goosebumps breaking out along his arms.

"Wanna tell me what that was about?" his daddy asked.

It was only then that Peter realized that the lemonade had spilled on his dad. Sticky, silvery trails over his chest and his previously dry swim trunks were damp with the spill.

Peter huffed and wandered closer, claiming the spot Harley previously had.

"I didn't mean to spill it on you," Peter mumbled, tone almost apologetic but not quite there. "But Harley's just being annoying. He keeps saying all these weird things and I know I shouldn't have but–"

He made a sound of frustration, bit his lip, and then sighed.

"I'm sorry, daddy," Peter ended up saying.

He knew he was wrong to have done that. Harley was a guest, after all, and his daddy had taught him to be polite.

Tony was quiet for a moment but when Peter peeked at him, he had taken his sunglasses off. There was a curious expression on his face before his daddy smiled indulgently.

"Harley had some interesting things to say," Tony said casually. "Something about how he had his first heat recently and he's not adjusting to toys very well."

Peter frowned. Harley had probably mentioned something like that the last time they hung out. Peter had even sympathized because he had plenty of toys but he just couldn't seem to scratch that itch without help. His daddy, though, was more than capable of taking care of him when he whined about it. But Tony was his daddy so he had all the right to know about Peter's heats.

"That's… That's not something an omega should be talking about to any random alpha," he complained.

The idea of Harley talking about such an intimate topic with his dad… Nope, Peter didn't like it. Not at all.

Seriously, what was Harley's problem?

"No, it's not," his alpha agreed, "Unless the omega wants to start a heat contract–"

"No!" Peter immediately rejected the idea.

His daddy was his alpha and he didn't want one of his classmates trying to take his daddy away.

"Pete–" That tone was a warning. Peter's voice had gotten a bit high in volume and the simple word had attracted the attention of some nearby guests.

"What about my heat contract?" Peter demanded.

Tony quirked an eyebrow at him.

"Sweetheart, if I recall," his daddy said, patiently, "you like your toys just fine."

Peter flushed at the reminder.

During his last heat, his daddy had worked him open for hours before finally letting him have his practice knotting dildo. The omega had literally wailed at the penetration, small hips pushed back while he begged for more.

It had felt utterly perfect… The stretch of the toy and his daddy's alpha scent clouding his mind.

"Maybe… Maybe it's different now," Peter muttered.

And maybe, it was.

He couldn't look his daddy in the eyes. His face was flushed. How could he explain that he didn't like the idea of another omega taking his place without sounding like a brat?

He'd never allow himself to think about taking his daddy's knot. Their cycles and how they handled them were normal routines that maybe… maybe Peter just hadn't considered that they would change.

That as he got older, he would want more.

"Different, how?"

"Maybe…" Peter shuffled closer. "Maybe I want daddy as my heat alpha."

More silence. Peter was tense as he waited for his daddy's reaction. When he couldn't take it anymore, he glanced at Tony from beneath his lashes.

His daddy looked… pleased?

"You know I'd do anything for my baby boy," Tony said. "We can talk about it after the party, baby. Your heat isn't for another two weeks, anyway."

It wasn't a rejection!

Peter beamed at his daddy and threw his arms around him in a hug, regardless of the drying sticky mess the spilled lemonade made.

"Thank you, daddy!" Peter hummed then pulled away. He gave his alpha a sheepish grin. "I should go get some napkins or a paper towel… I made alpha all messy…"

He made to get up only to have his daddy's keep him in place. Puzzled, he turned back to his alpha, squirming a bit at the way Tony's hands settled on his waist.

"You were still pretty rude to your friend, baby," Tony reminded him. "Think we need to do something about that."

Peter bit his lip. He didn't think saying Harley deserved it would win him any points with his father.

The alpha gave a low chuckle and then tapped his lips with a single finger.

"And judging by that cute little pout you got, you don't feel very apologetic either," his daddy sighed.

His pout only deepened as Tony pointed out the obvious but Peter knew he was in the wrong so he gave a reluctant nod.

"I'm sorry, daddy," Peter admitted.

"You're not yet," Tony observed, "But hmm. I think–"

Peter squeaked as Tony easily manhandled him onto his lap like a little pup, face down and backside vulnerable. The omega found himself laid across his father's lap, legs kicking out in surprise.

"Daddy–" Peter complained but then fell silent when the alpha's warm palm settled on his ass.

"Don't wanna play, sweetheart?" His daddy asked.

A slow rub of his palm over the omega's clothed bottom had Peter reconsidering. If he turned his head… A glance around the pool party showed that most of the guests were still doing their own thing. But if Peter did this now… It was inevitable that they'd draw everyone's attention.

Peter felt a rush of mixed emotions. Excitement. Embarrassment. He knew if he really didn't want to, his father would save this for another time. But… His cheeks burned when he caught sight of Harley watching them.

He wanted to flash his fangs at the other omega but instead, he wiggled in place. He could already feel his daddy growing hard beneath him. These kinds of things always excited his alpha daddy… always excited him too, now that Peter thought about it.

Like father, like son…

"I'm– I'm sorry," Peter murmured, going limp in Tony's lap.

A soft rumble answered him and he gasped when his father tugged his bikini bottom down, just low enough to expose his cheeks.

"I believe you, baby," Tony told him, rubbing and squeezing in preparation. "I'll believe you more after you apologize when I'm done with you."

The first swat on his ass had the boy jolting in surprise. It wasn't even all that hard, just the initial impact had startled him.

In the beginning, Peter kept his whimpers at bay. As Tony continued to spank his ass, it brought more and more of their guests' attention to their private little area. They were never so nosy as to outright stare, but Peter knew they were watching.

It… It excited him. His quiet whimpers came out as soft little moans the harder his daddy spanked him.

"It isn't punishment if you like it, kiddo," Tony said above him.

"Sor– 'm sorry…!" Peter squeaked but it was futile. His cocklet was hard now, too.

His alpha chuckled, and the deep rumble only coaxed more heat into the boy's belly.

Tony paused his spanking and Peter squirmed, the only response he could give that didn't outright beg his daddy for more.

"Such a pretty pink," his daddy admired above him. His large hand rubbed the area of impact, mixing soothing heat and the dull ache into warm pleasure. "It's like you were made for me, baby."

His breath hitched when he felt his father spread his cheeks apart, exposing his pink little hole. His pussy was already wet. There was no doubt in the omega's mind that there'd be a little stain over Tony's swimming trunks.

Whether it was from Peter's slick or the abundant amount of precum his dad's cock was producing, it didn't matter. They were making a mess together.

What Peter didn't expect was for the next impact to be directly over his hole. He gasped, too surprised to let out a proper sound. Tears actually prickled in the corner of his eyes as shock and heat rocketed through his smaller frame.

"Daddy–"

"Too much?" His alpha purred.

Peter shook his head wildly, curls bouncing and tears flung off his cheeks. Nothing was ever too much if it was his daddy.

Another smack right over his hole and the omega cried out, thighs tensing, pussy flooding and dripping with even more slick. His father's cock felt rock hard beneath him now and his knuckles were white as he gripped the edge of the pool chair.

Every impact of his daddy's hand had the boy crying out, voice muffled in an attempt to avoid attention. He was almost certain everyone was watching now but he was too caught up to look.

He squirmed and wiggled, cried out and moaned as the spanking continued. His muscles tensed and jumped beneath his daddy's palm. His daddy varied the spanks and kept him guessing as to where the next hit would land.

It was exciting and with every exhilarating touch, Peter's mind floated closer to that soft, perfect hazy world where it was only him and his daddy. It helped that Tony had started to murmur words of encouragement. He called Peter a good omega for taking his punishment so well.

Good omega... Good boy… Peter was caught in a mix of sensations until the pain bled into pleasure and it was white-hot and so good...

When it finally stopped, Peter's cheeks were wet with tears but the omega felt better than ever. His alpha pulled his bikini back over his pink ass but his bottom still felt hot and sore.

His daddy helped him sit up and he practically melted in Tony's embrace. Warm, loving hands cleared the tears from his eyes and his alpha's gentle purring had Peter sighing in contentment.

He did it. He had taken his spanking like a good omega.

They weren't done, yet.

The delicious ache had him squirming and his daddy's cock pressed against his wet pussy like a promise. He whined, rubbing against it as he pressed tight against the alpha.

"Daddy– 'm sorry," Peter told him, brown eyes pleading and needing to hear his daddy say those words.

"I know, baby, I know," Tony reassured him. "My baby's a good omega, the sweetest, most perfect omega…"

His touch felt soothing as he gently rubbed Peter's sore bottom. His words, too, soothed the omega's hazy mind as they settled in deep and comforted him.

"You want daddy to bring you inside, sweetheart?" Tony asked. "I'm sure your friends won't mind."

His friends… Peter nuzzled close but glanced at where he had left them in the pool. Once he turned his eyes towards them, it was like the rest of the party came back into focus.

Guests talking. Laughter ringing. The scent of barbecue and hot dogs. The warmth of the sun on his face and back.

"M okay." He melted against his daddy, resting there. His daddy's hard cock against him was a warm, soothing weight. He knew his daddy was more than fine just holding him.

He felt the soft purr rumble beneath his cheek as Tony acknowledged his words. The skin was warm and… sticky.

The lemonade. His fingers ran over the dry sticky part and he looked at his daddy, a lazy smile on his face.

"Alpha…" he breathed. "Wanna clean you up, alpha…"

Whenever they got intimate together, whether it was Peter's heat or Tony's rut, cleaning up always meant feeding Peter every drop of cum his father spilled so it wouldn't go to waste. Peter loved the saline taste of his load and he also loved nursing on Tony's cock when he was insatiable with heat. He often made a mess during his heats, slick dripping all over Tony's fingers while he got Peter off.

Peter always… always cleaned up after them.

And what he offered now was no different.

"You sure, baby?" Tony nudged him, "I know you're shy, especially with your friends here "

"Not shy," Peter refuted stubbornly. Some of the haze had cleared, the omega's fiery personality shining through.

He had just chased away one omega and declared his daddy as his alpha… His sore bottom reminded him of what being rude would incur, but he wasn't being rude now. He was just… Just staking his claim.

"Daddy's my alpha," Peter said resolutely. As he tossed a look at Harley, one sharp fang peeking out.

Tony chuckled and gripped Peter's face to turn those defiant eyes back towards him.

"You wanna show them, baby?" Tony asked.

And even though Peter actually did feel a bit shy, he nodded firmly before leaning forward and brushing his lips against his alpha's in a sweet but chaste kiss.

No one knew his daddy better than him and Peter planned to really rub that in.

As soon as the first kiss ended, he initiated another. He invaded his daddy's space, slender chest pressed against the alpha's larger form. He shuddered when he felt his daddy tweak his nipples, quick flashes of brilliant pain that had his mouth gasping open. It was his daddy way of teasing and warning him to behave, a two in one.

Peter was pliant and willing when his daddy took over. His tongue slipped between Peter's lips and the boy went with it, offering his warm mouth for his daddy to do with as he pleased. Soft, sloppy kisses followed.

He actually whined when Tony pulled away, dragging his heavy eyelids up to stare at his father.

"There's my sweet omega," Tony rumbled, dark and as smooth as sin. "Go on then, baby, clean daddy up. You made such a mess because you got jealous, didn't you?"

Peter didn't like the reminder that he was jealous. Didn't like it because it was true.

So, he didn't say a word, he only settled himself between his alpha's knees with pouty lips and pink cheeks. Tony's cock tented the front of his swimming trunks, an intimidating bulge that had Peter's mouth-watering. He was right about earlier, too. His slick had seeped through and formed a dark spot over the fabric. It only served to draw the eye in that direction.

Some part of him didn't want the others, Harley specifically, to see his daddy's cock, but another part preened that this was his.

He ran his hands from Tony's collarbone, over the bit of chest hair, black and greying, and all the way down to his belly. He gripped his daddy's cock with both hands over the cloth.

"Daddy… I'll take care of you," Peter promised, clever fingers running over the length, outlining the sheer girth of it with his small hands.

"I know you will, kid," Tony murmured before leaning back, legs shifting apart to give his son more room.

Peter settled onto his belly, legs kicking in the air as he uncovered his prize.

His daddy's cock was everything an omega would want. It was everything another alpha would be envious over. His daddy… There was a term for what kind of alpha his daddy was. It was an old term that no one really used anymore, but Peter had heard it once upon a time.

A prime. A stud. The best of the best. His daddy was in peak condition and with his girthy cock and fat knot, Peter was the envy of his class. It'd make sense for Tony to have a harem of omegas to service him but he only had Peter.

And that was how Peter wanted it to stay.

The omega's mouth watered as he drew closer. He hefted his daddy's balls in one hand, gently playing with them just how Tony liked. They felt heavy and full in his hand, the skin soft. He knew it'd feel tight once his father got close and he was looking forward to milking them dry. He'd give his daddy some comfort then.

He knew he was doing it right when he heard his daddy give a low groan of appreciation.

Pink lips closed over the swollen tip and when he looked up, warmth flooded his cheeks. His daddy was watching him, dark brown eyes taking in everything.

His breathing picked up with the realization that everyone was watching them.

But all that mattered was his daddy.

His daddy had already been rock hard so he didn't get a chance to work him up to it. It didn't happen often, but there had been a few times Peter was able to suck on him while he was just starting to get hard. It was always an experience.

From being able to fit his daddy's soft cock in his mouth and then feeling it thicken and grow with each thrust… His lips would drag against the length of his daddy's cock and when he became fully erect, the stretch was almost unbearable. But Peter knew exactly what his daddy liked and how to do it just right…

He maintained a good suction on his alpha's cock, taking the length in with only a little bit of struggle. He knew what got his father going but there was still plenty of practice to be had, especially when Tony's size was just on the good side of too much.

Peter tasted the tart sweetness of the lemonade he'd spilled and the omega made it a challenge to lick every drop from his father's skin. It didn't take long until every sugary hint was gone and then there was only the clean taste of his daddy's cock and the bitter, salty taste of his precum.

When he pulled back, his hands worked on the exposed inches, never leaving a single inch of bare skin unattended. He felt the still soft bulge of his father's knot as his alpha got closer and closer to the edge.

He had yet to be able to successfully take his father's knot in his mouth but he wasn't going to try that today.

Before it could inflate, Peter let his daddy's cock pop out of his mouth.

"Daddy– I want…" he couldn't even say it.

His cheeks were flushed as he scrambled back up onto his alpha's lap. He rubbed his poor, neglected pussy against Tony's erection, biting his lip so he wouldn't whimper from the sheer need wracking through his body.

"What do you want, sweetheart?" Tony asked, voice tight with restraint.

His daddy's voice was ragged with hunger. Peter nuzzled close even as he reached back, angling his alpha daddy's cock right where he wanted it.

"Daddy knows," Peter groaned just as he nudged the tip against his pussy. "Daddy wants it, too…"

His stupid bikini was in the way though and he desperately tried to slip it to the side so his daddy can push in.

The alpha's cockhead strained against his bikini, pulling it tight. Peter's squirming allowed the tip to nudge right over his opening and he moaned, hips twitching as he tried to get his father's cock inside. The fabric stretched, even allowed Tony's tip to nudge inside a bit before it couldn't go any further.

"You wanna do that here, sweetheart?" Tony teased. "Give up your first time with a real alpha right here?"

His hands felt so warm and safe on his hips, thumbs brushing against his soft belly in the center. "Right here in front of all your friends?"

Peter moaned and clutched his daddy closer. He fumbled with the stupid bikini, dragging the edge to the side. He was so eager to show his cute bikini off and now he was cursing it for being in the way.

Finally, the part that was keeping his daddy's cock from slipping inside him was tugged to the side.

"Yess…!" Peter hissed as he sank down on his father's cock.

It was nothing like his toys. Warm, hard living flesh pushed inside his needy pussy and Peter's back arched as his knees weakened.

He felt his daddy's warm breath on his neck and he shuddered violently. Daddy just happened to breathe right over his mating gland… The one spot that his father hadn't set his teeth into.

Doing so would claim Peter as his. His omega to fuck and breed, to take as his mate.

Peter's fingers ran through his father's hair, clutching the alpha as he started to eager bounce on his cock. At this point, he barely felt how hot and sore his ass felt from the spanking. All he felt was the pleasure of being filled and that pleasure doubled, tripled, because it was his daddy pushing into him.

"Look at you go, sweetheart…" Tony groaned, leaving a bruise right on his mating gland. "So eager to take your father's cock…"

Tony's arms wrapped around his small waist. The boy whimpered when Tony actually used some strength to hold him down, keep his hips in place as he started to fuck into him.

"Shh– shh, let daddy help, Pete," Tony growled in his ear. "None of your toys are as big as daddy. Gotta open you up… gotta fuck you loose so you can take the knot…"

"K-knot…?" Peter echoed. His face pressed against his daddy's sweat damp neck and his pink tongue dipped out, licking the salt from his sun warmed skin.

"Mhmm…" the alpha enforced with a harsh thrust. "Gonna knot you right here… Think that'd be a good punishment to add, hmm? Being so rude to another omega… Spilling lemonade all over your alpha… Yeah, sweetheart, I think letting daddy knot your sweet pussy is just the thing you need…"

Peter went limp in his arms. He let his daddy drill into his wet pussy, that thick alpha cock spreading him apart and filling him up so good. It was brutal and perfect, his alpha daddy using him just like Peter craved.

Every moan and every cry his daddy pulled from his lips were well earned. Peter was being fucked like a rag doll, body being manhandled easily and pulled up and down with no resistance. His dad wasn't even like this during his ruts though that might change now.

Everything would change with this new element in their relationship.

Peter couldn't find himself to care or worry about it. How could he when his entire body was being flooded by pleasure, his pussy squelching as his father's cock fucked in and out… In and out…

"O-Ohh… God…!" Peter squealed when his daddy's cock finally bottomed out. He felt so full! Felt like his daddy's cock was right there nudging against his womb…

"Daddy– dadddy…" Peter cried out, grinding on his father's cock and body shuddering with how good it felt.

"Yeah, that's it, baby," Tony purred into his ear. "Almost there… almost there, sweetheart. Just squeeze down on daddy's cock, just like that–"

Peter's body knew what to do and was already doing it even before Tony said the words. His insides massaged the alpha's length, squeezing and clutching in such a rhythmic motion.

Milking his daddy's cock so that the knot would pop.

"O-Oh!" Peter gasped when he felt it. The knot was growing...

"Good boy…" his daddy purred. "Such a good son… Taking care of daddy's knot…"

Then Peter's inexperience overruled his instincts as an omega. The sudden pressure inside him, the knot swelling and catching, had the boy shuddering and trying to escape this weird, exciting feeling.

His father's hands held him securely, making sure that the knot wouldn't be tugged as it was growing.

Peter whined and fell limp in Tony's arms.

"It's okay, sweetheart," Tony reassured him, "Just take the knot, baby… I know you can do it… Daddy's gonna fill you up..."

The soft little whimpers fell away. Warmth surged into his body and Peter clutched onto his daddy. His daddy was… Filling him up… Coming inside him…

After that, Peter could barely keep his eyes open. The surge of warmth filling him up kept going… It'd continue for as long as the knot was firm and plugging him up.

His eyes barely fluttered open when Tony stood, supporting his weight and pulling Peter's legs so they wrapped around his waist. He saw flashes of his friend's faces as they entered the house but the only one that remained with him was Harley's. The omega had rolled his eyes in exasperation but Peter had only returned a bone-deep satisfied smile.

Tony settled them in his bed and their combined scents only had Peter purring in contentment. And when his alpha started grinding into him, Peter only sighed, back arching and lips gasping open in pleasure.

Outside, he can still hear the music blaring and the sound of splashing from the pool. He couldn't smell the barbecue or the sweet tart scent of lemonade being served.

The knot softened and he felt the rush of come spill out of his abused pussy only to be fucked back in, his daddy's cock not softening and eager to spill another load.

He had an alpha to please and Peter knew everything he needed to in order to please his daddy.

#starker #madstarker writes #nff #alpha tony #omega peter #intersex omegas #moody mads #omegaverse

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chronicallylatetotheparty · 4 years

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Scarlet Fever Ch.15 Emily Agreste (Part 1)

Summary: Endings and Beginnings.

Notes: Boy those were a lot of loose ends to tie up.

Ah, Emilie does Not make an appearance. It's more because she represents family.

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"I didn't realize you felt so overwhelmed until Princess Justice pointed it out."

"Yeah, but I didn't realize how much you were struggling until I found out who you were."

"It's not like I would have let you in even if you asked."

"I'm sorry I didn't ask."

"You were just following the rules."

"Lot of good that did, huh?"

"... I hate how much I failed you with the Snake."

"I'm sorry I put you in that position."

"I didn't say no."

"Adrien, if you showed up and said you trusted me with a Miraculous I would've jumped for joy!"

"Believe me. I was tempted."

"I never should've let you sacrifice yourself for me."

"From what I remember you usually didn't have much say."

"Exactly! You got hit because I couldn't get out of the way in time!"

"That's not how I see it."

"You getting hit was never okay."

"Better than the alternative."

"Not to me."

Adrien stared at the ceiling that still felt too close as the dream, or memories rather, faded. As tempting as it was to stay in bed and go back to sleep the blinds were pulled and sunlight was streaming in. And he was cursed, as his friends put it, with being a morning person.

Making his way to the restroom Adrien splashed water on his face and ran his wet hands through his hair to fix his bedhead. Combing it into his usual style. He paused, staring at his reflection in the mirror... At the model perfect look Gabriel had insisted on for years... Adrien ran his fingers through it, ruining it. Letting his locks fall in a decidedly Chat Noir-ish manner.

A knock on the bathroom door pulled Adrien out of his thoughts. "Bro, breakfast!" Nino called.

"Be right out!" Adrien hurried through the rest of his routine. His hair the only significant difference.

Plagg phased through the wall. "I dunno, Adrien," he started without preamble. "Turtle boy's kid brother is quite a handful."

Adrien smiled, scratching at the kwami's chin. "You're a handful too, Plagg."

"Yeah, but it's different when I do it!"

Chuckling, Adrien offered his pocket and Plagg flew in. Grumbling about tiny humans.

"Sleeping Beauty!" Nino exclaimed as Adrien sat next to him.

Pressing his lips together Adrien gave his best friend a mock glare. "That is not catching on."

"Oh, yes it is dude!" Nino stuffed his grinning mouth with baghrir. Butter and syrup almost dripping onto him.

Lips twitching into a smile despite himself Adrien reached for his own. "Where's Noël?"

"Folks took him to school," Nino replied around a mouthful.

"Yes!" Plagg flew out of Adrien's pocket and made a beeline for the fridge. "Camembert here I come!"

Shaking his head in fond exasperation Adrien ran a finger absentmindedly along the rim of his plate. M. and Mme. Lahiffe were kind enough to offer their home and let Nino take a few days off school. Nino insisted he think of it as an extended sleepover but... "I wanted to thank them for-"

Suddenly, Nino was leaning against him and wrapping an arm around Adrien's neck, pulling him close. "Dude, that's the fifth time you've said that."

"I'm just really grateful!" Adrien insisted, pushing him off.

"Believe me. They know."

Adrien swallowed the lump in his throat. The Lahiffe household was more than he could've hoped for. Especially with everything on the news. Gazing at Nino, the memory of a glowing purple butterfly came to the forefront. "To you too. For what you did."

Eyes widening for a moment Nino adjusted his cap, cheeks darkening. "What're best friends for?"

Adrien smiled softly. Tears prickling at the corners of his eyes. "You are the best. Y'know that, right?"

Nino wrapped his arms around Adrien in a proper hug. "Back atcha, bro."

Returning the gesture, Adrien held him tight as his heartbeat spiked. "Couldn't have done it without you."

"Flatterer," Nino scoffed.

"Always."

Clearing his throat, Nino removed his glasses to rub at his eyes. "Eat up, dude! Don't want to keep the Gorilla waiting. We got a big day ahead."

"...Yeah," Adrien agreed. "We do."

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"Don't be bemused! It's just the news! The trial of the century is coming to a close. Disgraced fashion mogul Gabriel Agreste, who's terrorized Paris as the supervillain Papillon for the past two years, will finally face justice. The crown court is expected to reach their verdict later today. His son, fifteen year old Adrien Agreste, could not be reached for comment-"

Marinette pressed mute and turned away from the living room television. She hated that they had to mention Adrien like that. Like being Gabriel's son was the only description that mattered. Still, maybe she should bake Nadja some pastries as a thank you for pushing back against the idiots who wanted to lump Adrien in with Gabriel.

As a parent, as a reporter, Nadja had torn into anyone that even suggested Adrien was anything except a victim of his own father. On live television no less!

Just the memory of the press conference Ladybug called for the specific purpose of vouching for Adrien made her blood boil. If only they knew. Ungrateful jerks.

Tikki looked up from her place on the table, brow furrowing at her holder's tension. "Are you alright, Marinette?"

Sighing, Marinette glanced back at the screen. Slowly unclenching her fists. They were showing footage of his testimony again. "I'm worried about Adrien."

"Of course you are." Sabine set a plate of macarons next to Tikki. Who took the liberty of grabbing one. "That young man is going through something terrible very publicly. No wonder you're worried about him."

"Maman!" Marinette covered her face with her hands. "Saying it out loud doesn't make it better!"

Sabine gave her daughter a bittersweet smile. "Beating around the bush won't help."

Marinette groaned into her palms.

"But," Sabine continued, placing her hands on Marinette's, "you and all his other friends are making sure Adrien doesn't go through it alone."

Lowering her arms, Marinette looked down. "I... haven't been doing much, really."

"Marinette!" Tikki scolded. "What you've done for Adrien isn't nothing! You've talked to him, listened to him, been there for him. You're doing everything you can, Marinette!"

Sabine nodded, taking a seat next to her daughter. Holding their hands in her lap. "Even Ladybug has limits."

Marinette's mouth twisted ruefully. "I know."

"You know it here." Sabine tapped Marinette's forehead. "But here," Sabine pointed at Marinette's heart, "still has to catch up."

Her eyes stung as Marinette let herself fall into her maman's embrace. "I wish I could do more."

"Oh, honey." Sabine kissed her forehead. "I am so proud of the compassionate young woman you are. But you can't fix everything. More importantly it isn't your responsibility to fix everything."

Marinette opened her mouth to protest but Sabine laid a finger on her lips.

"She's right, Marinette." Tikki floated up to nuzzle against her holder's cheek. "What you're doing is already enough. More than enough. You're so kind to everyone else. Be kind to yourself."

Marinette didn't know when her tears fell but it didn't matter. For the first time since she donned the mantle of Ladybug, Marinette let herself be a girl crying into her mother's arms.

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"Marinette!" Alya almost knocked them both over as she squeezed a little too tightly. "It's been forever, girl!" Noticing the red in Marinette's eyes she frowned. "You okay?"

Marinette nodded. "I'm fine," And it didn't feel like a lie. She smiled at Alya's familiar worry. "It's only been a day."

"Like I said, forever."

Tikki poked her head out of Marinette's purse. "Good morning, Alya."

Eyes sparkling, Alya restrained herself from gushing. "Tikki!" she whisper-shouted. Mostly. "Good to see you. Any chance we'll be meeting your friends again?"

All things considered Alya had taken Marinette being Ladybug rather well. She had been more concerned with why Marinette was akumatized and how she could help. It was a relief, really. That Marinette didn't need to lie to her best friend anymore.

"I'm sure Trixx would be happy to." Tikki smiled at Alya's enthusiasm.

"If Fu ever lets go of that box again," Sabine muttered. She waved goodbye to Tom who was left in charge of the bakery.

"Maman!" Despite weeks of her mother being very vocal about Master Fu's flaws Marinette was still scandalized by her critique of the Guardian.

"Don't 'maman' me. You know it's true. The only reason he didn't take back all of his fancy jewelry is because Oblivio helped us out." Sabine smiled at Alya.

Cheeks darkening, Alya smiled back. It felt odd to be praised for something she used to be ashamed of.

Marinette gently squeezed her arm. "Thanks for that."

"Hey, you used the Butterfly. Me and Nino just aimed." Alya wasn't sure how hard it was to tweak Oblivio's power so they could target specific memories instead of erasing everything at once. But she wouldn't have wanted anyone besides Marinette on the other side of the telepathic link.

There were a lot more people that needed their memories adjusted than Alya thought. Sure, Gabriel and Nathalie needed to forget who Ladybug and Chat Noir were. But there was also everyone in the locker room when the akuma swarm came.

Marinette bumped playfully into Alya, lips twitching into a smile. "Never thought I'd be glad to see Oblivio again."

Alya wrinkled her nose. "That makes three of us." Looking from right to left to make sure no one was in hearing range Alya leaned in close. "I can't believe you have a superhero therapist!"

"Eh, not the weirdest thing to happen this month." Marinette was just glad she didn't need to keep Ladybug a secret from someone else.

"Did you, y'know, use Ladybug for that?"

"Actually, it was Adrien that got us an interview with her in the first place."

Before Alya could respond Kagami's car turned the corner. The door opening for them as the driverless vehicle pulled up to the curb.

"Marinette, Alya, Sabine," Kagami greeted as they all piled in. "And Tikki," she added as the kwami floated out of Marinette's purse. "...Where is Anansi?"

"Kicking butt. She's a kickboxer," Alya elaborated at Kagami's confused look. "Can't reschedule this time. Has to fight or she forfeits."

Kagami nodded in understanding. "Your sister is smart enough to know that one does not back down without giving it your all."

Marinette straightened as Kagami's eyes landed on her. She thought that might be referring to something besides fighting but it was hard to tell. Reading Kagami was always difficult.

"I can't believe I'm finally going to meet the Guardian!" Alya exclaimed. Sabine's sentiments barely putting a dent in her enthusiasm. "You think he's up for answering a few thousand questions?"

Kagami smiled despite herself. Her phone chimed and she frowned at the text. "We have to make a stop first."

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Nino hugged Alya and fist bumped Kagami. His eyes were tense despite the smile he gave them. "Hey, Mari."

Marinette's brow furrowed. "Nino." She placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "Is he...?"

Nino nodded, pointing his thumb behind his back. "Up ahead."

Taking a deep breath Marinette stepped into the cemetery proper.

The Gorilla was standing guard as usual. Spotting her, he gave Marinette a nod and let her pass. Walking further away to give them some privacy.

Adrien was standing rigidly in front of Emilie's grave.

What should she say? What could she say? Marinette cleared her throat. "Nino says you didn't want to have a funeral?"

Adrien shook his head, the first sign that he noticed her presence. "We- I already buried her once. Mourned her once. It's... not exactly easy the second time but..." He took a breath. It was shaky. "Um, the lawyer read me her will." His voice shook too. "M-maman didn't want- Sh-she didn't want..." Tears built up in his eyes. "What Gabriel did to her!" They flowed freely down his face. "Maman wanted to rest."

Marinette rushed forward and pulled Adrien close, letting him bury his face in her shoulder.

"Sh-she wanted to rest!" His voice broke as he breathed out the words.

Pushing down the disgust she felt towards Gabriel, Marinette focused on the boy in her arms. Rubbing circles into his shaking back. Soothing him, being there for him. Letting him spill his tears without comment. His breathing slowly evening out.

Sooner than she expected Adrien straightened, wiping at his eyes. "Thanks, I... I needed that."

Marinette swallowed. "A-anytime."

Adrien had cried more in the past few weeks than he had in the past year... That probably wasn't healthy. Something else to tell his therapist. "God. One of these days I'm going to stop crying on you!"

"I hope not," Marinette's mouth said before her brain could overanalyze it. Her eyes widened. "I mean- I don't want you to keep crying! That is- You can cry however much you want! Wait, no, I mean-"

Adrien smiled fondly at the familiar sound. The vise in his chest loosening its hold.

"Don't laugh at me!" Marinette pouted.

That only made his gaze soften further. "I missed you."

Pink dusting her cheeks, Marinette turned to avoid looking at him directly. "I missed you, too."

"I've just been so busy," he began.

"With the trial," she nodded.

"And therapy."

"And figuring out the next step with Master Fu."

"And it felt awkward, y'know?" Adrien gestured vaguely.

"To text or something," Marinette agreed.

Adrien blinked as he realized something. "Has it really been a week since we saw each other?"

"Eleven days," Marinette responded immediately. "But! Uh, who's counting?"

"It's odd not fighting akuma with you." Adrien fiddled with his ring.

Marinette's hand instinctively went to one of her earrings. "Not as odd as you being out of school for so long."

Adrien gazed up at the sky, thoughtful.

"... Are you coming back?"

"... Yes." The decision came to him easily. "All of you guys are there. My therapist thinks it's a good idea to be close to my support network. And Chloe's already offered to pull some strings so I'm not swarmed by paparazzi every day."

"So weird for Chloe to use her evil powers for good," Marinette muttered.

Adrien's lips twitched. "I'll be sure to tell her you said that."

"She probably wants to attach a helicopter pad to the school roof," Marinette joked.

"I talked her out of it."

Marinette choked a bit at that. Glancing at Adrien, she could see the tension he had when she first walked up to him was all but gone. His smile came easier. But... "If you needed to come here you could've said so. You made Nino worry."

"Ah." Adrien rubbed the back of his neck. "I didn't know I needed to until this morning."

Ignoring the little voice in her head that panicked at the thought, Marinette grabbed Adrien's hand. His fingers curling around hers. "So you're not just avoiding the meeting we have with the Guardian?"

"Well," he finally grinned. "That too."

"He's not going to take Plagg away, you know. Maman won't let him."

"Ha! No, I don't think she would." Adrien gazed at Emilie's name carved in stone. "... You go ahead. I'll catch up."

Reluctantly, Marinette squeezed his hand before letting go. There was something else she wanted to say. But the words wouldn't come. Not taking her eyes off him until she passed the Gorilla.

Adrien turned back to his mother's grave with a bittersweet smile. "That's her. Ladybug. She's incredible, you'd like her. Stubborn, driven, intelligent. Couldn't ask for a better partner..." He placed a hand on the stone. "I wish you could've met her."

Floating out of Adrien's pocket Plagg laid his paw on top of the boy's hand.

"This is Plagg. He's a smug little troublemaker but that's part of his charm."

Plagg might've commented on Adrien's own troublemaking tendencies if this were any other circumstance. As it was Plagg just nuzzled against Adrien's hand.

A thought took root in Adrien's mind. "...Plagg?"

Ears twitching, Plagg looked up at his kid.

"Can... Can she hear me?"

Oh. Oh.

Plagg hated that question. The answer was never enough. Never as simple as yes or no. Over the centuries he'd lied through his teeth to ease his holders' burdens.

Adrien waited for his answer with trusting, patient eyes.

He swallowed the easy falsehood, burning his throat as it went. "I'll make sure she gets your messages," Plagg promised, ears drooping.

And for the first time in ten thousand years Plagg's holder simply nodded. "Thank you."

"...C'mon, kid," Plagg urged when Adrien didn't say any more. "They're waiting for you."

Sniffling, Adrien rubbed his eyes. "Y-yeah. Right."

Nino hugged Adrien tightly, practically squeezing the air out of his lungs. Kagami was little better. It was impressive how threatening she sounded while prompting Adrien to take care of his mental health. Sabine, by comparison, gave soft hugs and gentle encouragement.

Adrien loved all of it.

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#ml fanfiction #adrien agreste #marinette dupain cheng #ml #miraculous ladybug

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anishbala97 · 3 years

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My Arty Plot: An Inherited Trait

Now, this is something I've inherited from my school. I used to draw when I was in class 4th. I even joined an art club as well as a private art class. But, the teachers in the art class were just too advanced for my level, and they're not good behavior-wise. So I left. So when reality starts biting me in the face, I'd lost all my interest in art. Not to mention, the last time I invested in art was in 8th Class. And that too was because of the necessity and not on interests (Thanks school for enforcing it).

Fast forward to Class 12th, my history teacher (Yes, I took arts. Sue me) gave an external assignment. The history subject has three books explaining three major eras (ancient, medieval, and modern India). The said assignment divided my section into three groups based on roll calls. (Back then, the arts section had the strength of 20 or 22)

I wanted to opt for the Partition of India because it was modern history and, I was strong in the chapter. Unfortunately, my group wanted to choose the Buddha chapter. So I had to relent and choose the Buddha chapter which, later became my best choice.

Now I don't think the chapter is terrible. Sure it was interesting. It's just that I'm not strong in the chapter. And the last time I gave my project, I admit it was terrible. My history teacher chewed me out for that because I used sketch pens to write my assignment. So to impress her this time, I browsed the internet to know more about Buddha.

And wouldn't you know it, I found a Buddha manga. It was drawn by the legendary Japanese artist Osamu Tezuka. He was the "Father of Manga" as well as the Japanese equivalent of Walt Disney. Thanks to the manga, I was able to draw some Buddha sketches. Even the external teacher found it intriguing. He gave my group good marks for the project because everyone participated, and their contributions were fantastic. Albeit one of my sketches looked like Late Milkha Singh running in the Movie Bhaag Milkha Bhaag. Unfortunately, none of my sketches are with me since we have to submit the projects. I still regret it to this day because I felt I should've taken some pictures.

Since it was 12th grade, I didn't have time to draw anything because I was busy with my Psychology retests, pre-boards, and eventually the boards. When all of that ended, I focused on my CLAT exams and my college admissions. So I barely had any time to draw. So when my Aunt from the US bought The Last of Us, I invested myself in playing this game. Long story short, it was a nostalgic fest because while playing the game, it reminded me of the waning days of my school.

So when I read its comic, "The Last of Us: American Dreams." It compelled me to draw Ellie, one of the main characters of the comic and the game. The Ellie drawings were the first drawings I made post-school. And the day I drew those, I got a call from college accepting my admission. So it compelled me to draw more during my college years.

During the pandemic era, I've been using my drawings to publish my articles on Youth Ki Awaaz, LiveWire (The Wire's Editorial), TOI's Readers' Blogs, Tumblr, Medium, and so on. The aim was to give my drawing chops the recognition it deserves. And I'm still drawing, not only to publish alongside my articles but to kill my time in this dreaded pandemic.

I know my habit of drawing (and writing) won't last long when my college ends (my college is ending soon). After that, it's the real world facing time. But yeah, if I managed to have enough time to vent out my stress and frustration in this competitive time, I'll try to draw (Somehow).

#drawing #anime #video games #the last of us #my hero academia #osamu tezuka

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imaginationintowords · 4 years

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Folklore [song series]

the 1

Modern Day AU! Bucky Barnes x OC!Reader

Plot: Inspired by Taylor Swift’s new album Folklore. The story follows the timeline of Bucky and Elizabeth’s relationship throughout the years.

Word count: 2404

Warnings: smut implied, loss of virginity implied, mention of alcohol abuse, mention of abandonment

Previous part

Series Masterlist

Age: 26

Year: 2020

Location: Brooklyn, New York

Elizabeth sat on the floor of her mostly empty childhood bedroom. She hasn't been back since Christmas, and that was almost 8 months ago. Her parents called her last month letting her know they are putting the house up for sale, deciding to move to a cottage upstate where it's much quieter.

They had asked if she wanted them to pack up her old bedroom for her, but she told them she would make the trip out to them to spare any storage space the stuff might take up, knowing that only a few special items would need to be kept.

She was sat on the floor going through old photos, the last thing she had to do before she would be done.

Photos from the time she spent here. A pile for which photos she will take back home, and a pile that her parents will keep. She was finally down to the last three photos, all flipped over on their back.

The first one scribbled in her mother's handwriting read:

Steve, Betty, & James. Halloween 2001.

She shakes her head at the nickname, she hasn't been called Betty in almost a decade. The nickname was tarnished, no longer having any special meaning.

She really should've kept it only for family.

She flipped the photo over. There was seven year-old Elizabeth, standing in between a young Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes both had their arms draped around her shoulders. All dressed up as pirates.

She smiled at the memory.

So young. So innocent. So unknowing of what the future held.

She focuses mostly on the boy to her right.

James Buchanan Barnes.

Her first friend here. Her first best friend. Her first kiss.

Her first boyfriend. Her first time having sex. Her first heartbreak.

The boy at the time she didn't know would completely change not only her life, but who she was.

Her first best friend here, she immediately thinks of their first meeting. So kind. Him insisting on teaching her how to ride a bike. Took him two weeks but he did it. That halloween was a memorable one, for both good and bad reasons.

She saw a different side of Bucky after seeing first-hand how his father behaved, due to his alcoholism.

Years later Elizabeth had learned Bucky's father's deepest secret, he had struggled with alcoholism, starting two years before her family moved across the street. It was a secret his family had kept until that Halloween weekend in 2001.

Bucky and his family had spent the weekend with Elizabeth's family, while his uncles came to take his dad away. His father went to go live with Bucky's grandmother and uncles to try and get sober. He returned home after three months, but sadly the disease was a lot stronger than that. His father was fighting a long battle that he was sadly losing.

After a grueling year his mother made the ultimate decision to divorce his father, not wanting to put herself or her children through the dangers once again. Bucky's maternal grandparents moved in to help his now single mother out, seeing as his father was no longer in the picture.

His dad would pop in from time to time never consistent with his visits, after Bucky turned 13 and Becca 10, his dad stopped coming around all together.

His father ended up meeting a woman who helped him get sober, they later on got married and started a new family of their own. Forgetting about the one he had abandoned.

The next photo was dated:

Summer of 2008.

The summer right before they started high school. That was the summer that they all reached peak puberty. Bucky and Steve shot up like weeds, while Elizabeth grew slightly in height. They no longer looked like the pre-pubescent tweens, and officially looked teenagers embarking on their first year of high school.

It was a candid photo of Bucky and Elizabeth at an end of summer party Steve had at his house.

The night of their first kiss together, and Elizabeth's first kiss in general.

It wasn't a cliche kiss that happened because a game of spin the bottle. It was a little more private than that.

Bucky and Elizabeth made their way back home on that cool summer night. The nights had just started to get cooler as the months made the transition from August to September.

"Do you think Steve knows how obvious he's making his crush on Peggy is?" Elizabeth asks breaking the silence of the walk.

"Probably not, I mean the punk is way to oblivious to notice that Peggy also has a crush on him," Bucky laughs, "Plus he's too chicken to even make a move."

"He's just shy," Elizabeth smiles, trying to defend her other best friend.

"Well he isn't going to get the girl by being shy," Bucky says.

"That's what you think," she winks at him.

"What do you know?" he asks her with an accusatory tone.

"That Peggy is going to ask him to go to the movies tomorrow night," Elizabeth recalled from her earlier conversation with Peggy, "That's why she stayed to help cleanup."

"Well then, I stand corrected," he bows his head.

"We should do that," Bucky says after a few moments of silence as they round the corner their houses now in sight.

"Help clean Steve's house?" Elizabeth asked confused.

"No, go to the movies."

"We already do that."

"I meant just us two, no Steve or Rebecca to tag along," Bucky reiterates.

"Like a date," he quietly says looking at his hands.

"Oh," it dawns on Elizabeth.

She felt a blush creep on her cheeks. The cool breeze not helping the warmth spreading throughout her face.

Elizabeth has had a crush on Bucky for as long as she can remember. She just always thought he would never see her in that light. Compared to the girls he's used to liking, she was the polar opposite. Her skin wasn't as pale as their's, she had what her mother called a "Puerto Rican" tan due to where her family lineage is originally from. Her dark curls were always everywhere, even when she had them contained. It's not like she stood out per se, they were surrounded by diversity. She just didn't look like the girls Bucky had a crush on.

"You want to go out on a date, with me?" she hesitantly asks.

"Yeah, I do," he smiles finally looking up to meet her eyes.

"Why?"

"Because I like you," he says confused why she would ask that.

"It's okay if you don't want to, I understand," he quickly says when she doesn't say anything. He goes back to looking down and kicking at invisible rocks.

"No," she says grabbing his hand, making them both stop in front of her house, "I do want that."

Bucky looks back up taken back by her response, "Really?"

"Yeah, I would love to go on a date with you," she smiled so big.

"Okay, wow. Cool," Bucky stumbles over his words, his smile matching her's.

"Tomorrow, you and I will go to the movies," he says, squeezing his hand that was still being held by her.

"Perfect."

"Perfect," he whispered staring in her eyes, he glanced down to her lips then back to her eyes.

Elizabeth noticed bucking glancing at her lips, she couldn't help herself and do the same thing.

Bucky grabbed her other hand as he slowly pulled her closer to his body. Leaning his head slightly down. Both closed their eyes and slowly met each other half way, their lips touching in a soft kiss.

What felt like hours, but was only seconds they pulled away slowly. Smiles gracing their faces.

"I'll call you tomorrow for the details," Bucky says.

"Okay. Goodnight," Elizabeth says, still holding onto Bucky's hands.

"Goodnight," Bucky smiles, letting go of her hands before jogging across the street.

Elizabeth had walked up to her porch and turned around to see Bucky turning around from his own porch. She waved and he waved back, their final goodbye for the night.

That was the perfect end to the summer before they had started high school. It was the start of something new and beautiful.

The last photo read:

Winnie and Keith's wedding. 11 Aug. 2010.

She flipped it over to see her and Bucky smiling dressed in formal attire, next to Steve and Peggy.

Bucky's mom did later remarry while they were in high school. She had met a lovely man named Keith, who loved her deeply and her children as if they were his own. He was a good man, someone Bucky really needed in his life.

The photo was taken during the reception. Bright smiles across all of their 16 year old faces.

Both couples had been dating for two years at that point and things were going great.

The smiles showcased how happy they all were. Probably had to do with what they all had planned after the wedding.

They had all convinced their parents into letting them stay at the hotel the reception was at that night, and Bucky would drive them all back home the following day. Their parents had agreed, the only rule is that the girls would stay in a room separately from the boys.

What they know wouldn't hurt them, right?

It was the night they were all planning on losing their virginity. Their hormones were racing, trying to keep it contained as to not draw attention to themselves:

After the wedding they all walked up to the floor they would be staying at. Bucky waited outside the girls' door as Elizabeth gathered her overnight bag, and Steve doing the same from the boys' room.

She walked out with her bag on her shoulder, and a smile on her face.

"Ready?" he asked, grabbing her bag from her shoulder.

"Yeah," she nodded, feeling the nerves start.

Steve walked up to them with his own bag, "See you guys in the morning," he smiled before walking into the room, closing the door behind him.

Elizabeth could remember that night clearly. She had done a lot of prep beforehand, being an overachiever she needed to know what she was getting herself into. But nothing could prepare her for what had really happened.

It was filled with a lot of stumbling, awkward touches here and there. Both new to this sex thing. She's not going to lie and said it didn't hurt, she had prepared herself for it hurting. It wasn't the best sex she's had, but it was a moment she wouldn't forget.

After they were done they were cuddled in bed, Elizabeth's head resting on Bucky's chest as he smoothly raked his fingers across her arm.

"11:11, make a wish," Elizabeth whispered, closing her eyes.

"What'd you wish for?" Bucky asked.

"How many times do I have to tell you," she said, turning her body to lean on his chest to come face to face with him, "I can't tell you what I wish for, otherwise it won't come true."

"And how many times do I have to tell you, that that's not true," he teased.

"Well, you have yet to prove me wrong," she smiled.

"Come on, just this once."

"You," she stated, feeling the blush creep on her cheeks.

"What about me?"

"I wished for you," she says, "You and I. For us to have many more moments like this."

"Well doll, your wish is my command," he joked.

"I'm serious Bucky."

"So am I," his tone getting serious, "I love you Betty. It's you and me. Forever."

"Promise?" she held up her pinky.

"Promise." he linked his with hers.

They trusted each other. They were comfortable with each other. They had loved each other. And honestly that's all that mattered.

Now as an adult she realized how important your first time was. It was important that her first time was with Bucky, because she never regretted until she had.

She had really thought Bucky was the one. They would always talk about their futures together. What college they would attend together. When they would get married. Where they would live. How many kids they would have. All of it they had planned together. A future that didn't seem like just a dream.

Sadly with every first love comes every first heartbreak.

Her grandmother once told her that the greatest loves of all time were over now.

She had thought that when her relationship with Bucky had ended.

It truly felt like the end of the world. Like any breakup at that age felt like. She had sworn she would never feel love again. Her mother, Caterina telling her to just wait and see.

Caterina didn't believe in her own mother's words about greatest loves being over, because she was experiencing her's. She promised Elizabeth that she would experience her greatest love story when the time was right.

At the time Elizabeth didn't believe her mother. How could she when her heart was aching.

But like all the times before, her mother would be right.

She looked at the last three photos in her hands. Without a second thought she placed the Halloween photo in the take pile and the other two in the parents' pile.

A soft knock on the door frame startled her, she looked behind to find the man she has called her's for the last few years. Her greatest love.

She couldn't help the smile that came across her face whenever she would see him.

"Ready?" he asks, a smile upon his face, as he leans up against the door frame, arms crossed over his chest.

"Yeah, let me just put these back in the box for my parents," she tells him cleaning up the photos and taking the ones she kept for herself.

"Look at this one I found," she says showing him the Halloween photo.

"Oh my gosh, we were so little," he smiles and laughs lightly raising his arm for her to go under, "Gosh I was such a dork."

"Was?" she playfully jokes, wrapping her arm around his waist and snuggling into his side as they head towards the stairs in each other's arms.

"Hey you fell in love with this dork," he jokes back.

"And I wouldn't have it any other way Steve," she smiles leaning up to kiss his lips.

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Revenge

Pairing: Fred Weasley x reader

Word Count: 2,545

Request: Hi love, can I get 82 and 78 with Fred Weasley? I love your writing btw 💕💕💕

78: "This is illegal isnt it?"

82: "I will face god as I walk backward into hell."

Summary: After her boyfriend cheats on her Fred and George help reader get revenge

A/n: I am so sorry this is so late. My summer has been shit, my bestfriend started dating the guy I have liked for over a year, and my other friend is pissed at me rn sooo yeah life is great. Anyway, sorry again and I'll try to catch up on some writing. Hope u guys enjoy!

You woke up to a blinding light turning your eyelids from a dark peaceful space to a bloody red one. You groaned opening them slowly and painfully squinting against the sunlight filtering through the large windows in the common room.

Groaning in confusion you began to gain your senses back, along with memories from the night before. You remembered winning the quidditch game by barely a second then the raging party afterwards, and the number of shots you had taken quickly and painlessly to celebrate your win.

And now you were tangled in limbs with someone on a couch not daring to move because of the pounding in your head that felt like someone was hitting it with a hammer every other second.

Finally the sting slowed to a dull throb and you sat up trying to ignore the intensifying pain once again rising in your head. You looked around to find your legs wrapped around your best friend's. Your head had been in the crook of his arm and you had to push his other arm off your shoulder.

You slid your legs off of Fred and stood up causing the red headed boy to stir but not wake. You then began to take in your soundings.

The floor was littered with red plastic cups and garbage. There was red and gold confetti everywhere and red streamers across the balcony above.

You sighed and headed up to your dorm pressing in on your temples. You quickly got changed at went down to the common room. You and Cormac were supposed to meet up for breakfast -you had agreed to do so before the match- but now he was probably passed out and hungover.

You sighed and decided to go check. If he was asleep you would just wake up Fred to go with you.

You headed up the stairs your headache fading away thanks to the healing potion you had downed upstairs.

You pushed open the door and was met with two pairs of eyes. One was the hazel of your boyfriend and the others were the deep brown of Katie Bell.

You stumbled backwards at the sight in front of you. Your eyes became blurry with tears. Why was Katie here? Why was she half naked? And why was SHE ON TOP OF YOUR BOYFRIEND?!

"You asshole!" You spat out tears streaming down your cheeks.

Cormac pushed Katie off of him and started towards you.

"Shit y/n, I-I didn't mean for you to see that."

"No shit." You gritted out fury and sadness budding inside you.

He tried to step towards you but you took a step back, "Y/n I-"

"Eight months," you scoffed the comfort you had seen in his eyes gone. "Eight fucking months!"

He flinched at your words as if each one was a slap to the face.

"You threw away eight months to fuck a slut like Katie Bell?!" You screeched not caring that you had just woken a dozen hungover teenagers.

"Hey!" Katie yelled clearly offended.

You turned to her with fury in your eyes that made her cower, "You don't get to speak." You hissed. Katie shut her lips tight and retreated into the corner.

"Don't take this out on her." Cormac said.

"You're defending her!" Your words were sharp and haunted.

"Your one to talk of being a slut when your sleeping with Weasley!"

You let out a sour laugh, "Who? Fred?"

"Yeah Fred, you're all over him!"

"You know what McLaggen?" You scoffed. "I should have been with Fred."

"Yeah, you think you should have been with him?!" Cormac yelled taking a step toward you, "Then go! Go fuck Weasley!"

You looked up at him tears leaving shimmering trails down your cheeks. Your eyes filled with a dark fire, "Go fuck yourself McLaggen." You seethed before turning on your heels and darting down the stairs.

You were met with 11 pairs of eyes each showed emotions ranging from anger to pity. The latter more common than the former.

"Shows over." You murmured angrily.

Most eyes darted away from you and you scoffed before walking towards the portrait hole. You were stopped by a hand catching g your wrist.

It was Fred, he tried to pull you into a hug while murmuring comforting words but you pulled away angrily. You left tears dripping from your chin as your crimson robes billowed behind you.

It had been a week. A week of the glances and the whispers. A week of the pitying looks and pointed fingers. A week of anger and sadness.

Fred watched you suffer for a week and he was done. He couldn't stand watching you fall apart over a boy who you should've been with in the first place. He tried to comfort you but his attempts failed each time. So he decided you needed the next best thing.

Revenge.

Fred and George had a special talent when it came to revenge. So when they found you drunk and alone on the dock to the Black Lake, they decided to take action.

It took the twins two days to come up with the perfect prank. They wanted something that would humiliate him to no end but not physically hurt him.

Well, George to remind Fred of the last part more often than not when the older twin came up with ideas that could seriously injure their target.

Finally they struck gold on a plan.

You sat in the library trying to focus on your potions essay instead of the group of fourth years that were giggling behind their hands pointing at you every so often. You finally snapped whipping around to face the group.

"You point at me one more time and I will cut that finger off." You threatened your voice low and menacing.

The younger students flashed red, eyes widened before mumbling an apology and quickly exiting the library.

"Well you scared the shit out of them." George laughed taking a seat next to you and snatching the quill from your hand.

You sighed, "What do you what Weasley?"

"This is about what you want, what you need." Fred stated sliding on your other side and throwing his arm around your shoulders.

"What's that?" You grumbled visibly annoyed.

"Revenge." Both twins voiced at the same time smirks taking over their pink lips.

And for the first time in weeks you felt a smile across your lips, "Alright, what are we talking?"

You stood in front of the portrait entrance watching as the twins set up the trip wire.

You giggled, "This is illegal isn't it?"

"Nah," Fred smiled back at you he had missed the sound of your laughter.

"It does break about 30 different school rules though." George shrugged.

"Good." You grinned flashing your white teeth. "That means it's going to be brilliant."

"That also means we need a getaway plan." Fred pointed out, sighing and backing away from his masterpiece.

"We could make a run for the closet in the charms room." You suggested.

"Good idea but all three of us won't fit." George explained.

"Okay, we'll go there and you make a run for the astronomy tower." Fred offered smirking at his astounded brother.

"What! Why do you get to go to the easy spot?" Goerge asked visibly annoyed.

"Because I called it." Fred replied, clearly proud of himself.

"The only reason you want to hide in a closet with y/n is because-" George was cut by a particularly cold glare from his twin.

"Because what?" You asked looking back and forth from the boys.

"Nothing." Goerge grumbled rolling his eyes.

You mimicked his actions and sighed, you weren't going to get an answer out of the two any time soon.

"Ok so y/n your going to lead him out then we will let the magic happen. " Fred grind.

"This better work." You mumbled.

"It'll work." George asherrd you.

"Hey McLaggen, I want to talk to you." When those words left your mouth everyone in the common room snapped their attention to you, as usual they had nothing else to do but wait around like vaulters for something interesting to happen.

Cormac smirked looking up at you, "Alright sweetheart."

You almost slapped him, you managed to take a deep breath and force a smile on your face as you walked towards the exit with him.

Just before you exited the portrait hole you looked straight up at him and punched him square in the jaw. Your fist connected with his face and he stumbled backwards clutching the spot where he had just been hit.

Gasps were heard from behind you as some people stood up to get a better view of the scene unfolding in front of them.

"You bitch!" He shrieked, " Your gonna rot in Hell. Rot!"

You sprinted away from him as he started after you. You were sure to step over the tripwire as you darted out of the way.

You turned just as he tripped over the thin wire sprawling to the ground.

"I will face god as I walk backward into hell!" You yelled at him flipping him off as you walked backwards.

You watched with a satisfied smile as the boy who had caused you so much pain was dumped in black ink.

The second the rotten smelling ink covered him George cast a Bedazzling hex and seconds afterwards Fred cast a bat bogey hex and an Antler jinx.

You burst into laughter watching as the boy stumbled around blindly covered in vomit scented ink growing antlers as his own mucus grew wings and attacked his face.

"Come on y/n!" Fred yelled snatching your hand and darting towards the East wing.

The two of you burst into the Charms classroom and darted for the closet. Fred shoved you inside before following and slamming the door behind him.

You were still laughing the hilarious image of your ex-boyfriend dancing in your mind.

Fred was smiling too, how could he not be happy when the sound of your laughter filled his ears?

The two of you stood in the dark closet chests brushing for 4 minutes before your laughter died out, well was more cut off.

Fred heard voices and promptly slapped his hand over your mouth. Your laughter had still been to loud and as much as you tried to stop it you couldn't. So you did the next best thing. You buried your head deep into Fred's chest to muffle the sound.

Fred had never been more thankful for the dark. He swore he was on fire when you had nuzzled into his sweatshirt, wrapping your arms around him.

When you laughter finally did die you just stood there buried deep into his chest, hugging him tightly as you breathed in his sweet scent.

"Thank you." You mumbled, voice barely audible.

"For what?" Fred asked face still hot.

"For everything." You murmured, tried to snuggled deeper into Fred's soft sweatshirt. "You've done so much for me."

"Y/n I would do anything for you." The red headed boy whispered wrapping his arms around you and burying his head into your y/h/c hair inhaling its signature floral scent. The scent he would recognize anywhere. "I love you y/n."

The words tumbled from his lips before he could stop them. His eyes went wide as you pulled away from him in shock.

You felt your breath speed up, "What!?" You cried attempting to back up only to hit a shelf directly behind you.

Fred felt like his whole world just came crashing down on him. He stumbled over his words trying to recover only to realize there was no going back.

"You love me?" You asked eyes wide, eyebrows knitted together as confusions etched itself onto your face.

Fred sighed looking helplessly down at his hands. He finally looked back up at you and exhaled loudly. "Yes."

You stumbled falling against the wall coving your face with your hands. This was too much too soon. Your boyfriend cheats on you and your best friend says he loves you all in one week. This was way too much.

"Look y/n I'm really sorry to spring this on you but it's about time I tell you I've loved you for 4 years." Fred declared.

"FOUR YEARS?" You gasped mouth dropping open, eyed the size of golf balls as you ran your hand through your hair.

"Yeah but it's all your fault." Fred snapped suddenly feeling angry at the girl for putting him through years of unrequited love.

"My fault!?" You yelled anger conquering your features.

"Yeah!" Fred scoffed, "Your the one who had to be all pretty and smart. It's not my fault your perfect! Your the one who made me fall in love with you!"

"What could I have possibly done to make you fall in love with me?!"

Fred's mouth now dropped, "Are you kidding?" He scoffed.

"Do I look like I'm kidding?!" You asked impatiently.

"What made me fall in love with you? Well let's see, how about the fact that you stand up for yourself no matter what, or the fact that you are smarter than the rest of the kids in our year combined. Or maybe that you make the best jokes and you are clever and witty in the best possible way. Or the fact that you are so stupidly beautiful I can't even look at you without imagining what it would be like to run my hands over your-!"

His ranting was cut off when your reached up and grabbed his tie, roughly slamming your lips onto his.

His eyes widened in surprise before shutting slowly as he leaned into the kiss.

One of your hands found their way to the back of his neck while your other ran through his fiery red hair, tugging lightly making him moan. When his lips parted you slipped your tongue inside them tasting butterbeer and chocolate, rich and sweet.

His hands found your waist and pulled you close for a second until you pulled away.

The two of you stood in the dark panting for a few seconds before Fred spoke.

"Why did you do that?" He gasped eyes wide from surprise.

"I don't know!" You yelled, "I just really wanted to kiss you all of the sudden!"

"Well it was good." Fred replied

"Yeah it was." You breathed out.

Another few seconds of silence past.

"Can I do it again?" Fred asked hope inlayed into each word.

"Yeah." You nodded before your lips were connected.

The ginger pushed you against the wall kissing you desperately, his tongue running over your lips before you opened them, pulling him impossibly closer to you by the neck. He started to unbutton your shirt when you were unfortunately interrupted.

Light flooded the closet and you both turned to see a disgusted twin.

"I'm proud of you Fred, but stop before I puke." George grimaced.

"Sorry." You mumbled pulling away from the boy and straightening your shirt.

George began to walk away mumbling "The coast is clear."

Fred brushed past you to follow him but before he could pass you grabbed his hand turning him towards you.

"Hey Fred?" You asked

"Yeah?"

"I think I love you too."

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