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missnxthingg · 4 years

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stop pretending | h.o.

Summary: You and Harrison are friends with benefits. He goes away for a while to work with Tom, but when he comes back, you’re decided that you want something else out of this relationship.

A/N: I realized that I didn’t have a fluff one shot for Harrison and I’m just a big fucking sucker for this boy. I love him with all my heart. Also, this is my first moodboard, so be nice.

Words: 4.8 K

Pairing: Harrison Osterfield x Reader (Friends With Benefits AU)

Warnings: Swearing, meantions of sex, nudity and alcohol.

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Your life was pretty ordinary. During the week, you attended the university as you have been doing for the past two years and would sit to listen to professors talk for hours, taking careful notes on everything they said. You’d walk Marshall, your dog, out and maybe stop by the flower shop and buy some flowers and plants to decorate your little house. On weekends, you always had something fun to do, it didn’t matter if you had a company or if you were on your own. Sometimes you’d hang around the pub with your friends, sometimes you had a quality time on your own with a good book and a big mug of tea. But sometimes there was a little boy around your small house.

He was the one that brought flowers over every time he came by. The one who would make you place smell like strong perfume and would leave a mess of clothes scattered across the room trailing them to your bedroom. The one reason why you needed to change sheets often because they always got dirty when he was around. But the boy who never stayed for long.

Harrison was your friend for years now. You met in High School and were part of the same circle of friends, but somehow got close. He had been your best friend ever since, and it was always you, him and Tom, the inseparable friends. That until Tom got famous and started to drag Harrison everywhere he went. It would be fine if you and Haz didn’t have something going on between you two.

It all started a few months ago. It was the stolen kisses when he was very drunk in the pub, the huge amount of hugs, the hands resting on your waist, telling you how pretty you were every time he saw you. It all ended with you two in bed after dinner over your place, ending the night with you naked over his chest trying to come down from your high and he kissing your head telling how pretty you were.

But you weren’t exactly dating. Actually, you didn’t even know if he likes you more than just a friend because you never talked about your feelings, but you certainly liked him, even dared to say love him. You might be friends with benefits, but every time he could, he was there by your side and you would get drunk in his kisses and paralyzed with his touch. Now, it was rare when Harrison came home and you missed him.

He left for two months to help two shoot some movie and sometimes he called so you would just talk, but you missed the physical contact, the kisses, even the silly pillow talk you had before falling asleep. You didn’t know what it would be like when he came home, what if he found someone better than you and didn’t want to keep doing your little thing? What if he came back with a blonde model wrapped around his neck and you were left forgotten as just his best friend and old fling?

That’s why when he told you he was coming back to England you got terrified but extremely excited to finally have him back again. Maybe, if you were lucky, you would have him all to yourself for a long time. Maybe you would confess your feelings, maybe he would confess his. Hope bloomed our heart when you got out of your house to get the boys at the airport with Harry. They were planning on a great night and they all wanted you there, but it still was a surprise.

Tom was the first one to cross the exiting gate holding his bags. He came to Harry first, hugging his little brother tightly and letting go of his luggage to do so. You were next and he gave you a big bear hug and complimented on your new haircut. It was so nice to have Tom back, he has been your friends for years now and you missed your talks. But you were more interested in another boy. Where was he?

Well, he came a few seconds later with much more bags but dropped them quickly when he saw you standing there waiting for him. You think you never saw his smile wider than this and honestly, it made your heart warm-up and all your fears go away. When he crashed his body against yours in a tight hug you felt like you were home again.

“Ugh, I missed you so much.” He whispered in your ear and you held him tighter.

“I missed you too.” He kissed you on the temple and pulled you even closer as if he didn’t want to let you go just yet.

“I hate to break this to you, but there could be paparazzi in here and I don’t want to be disturbed by them.” Tom said and Harrison nodded, letting you go to gave his luggage from the floor, but Harry stood in his way.

“Leave it and go be with her.” Harry whispered and Harrison nodded, hugging his friend before coming back to you, waiting on Tom’s side. He threw his arms around your shoulders and pulled you to walk with him.

“So, got me any souvenir?” You asked him while looking up to capture his features. He never stopped smiling and his face was glowing. His hair was a little longer but his blonde locks looked so beautiful. You wanted to bury your hand there.

“I got you the prettiest Victoria Secret’s set that I’m dying to see you in.” He whispered in your ear and you smiled. Things were like they always have been, but you didn’t know if you liked it or if you wanted more. “And a dress that reminded me of you. Maybe you can wear it tonight.”

“Where are we going tonight?”

“Clubbing. You said you wanted to go out dancing when we last talked on the phone.”

“Yeah, I miss going out to dance. But after I do so, I’m usually very tired to do something afterwards.” You hoped he got the message and he shrugged.

“Yeah, we can do that tomorrow. I’ll be home for a long time, I promise. Tom’s next project is here in London, so I’ll be around a little longer.”

“That’s great.” You smiled widely as you stopped by the car were Harry was loading it with their bags. Harrison wanted to just kiss you there, but he knew it was too risk and someone with a camera might spot you two there.

After the boys quickly loaded the car, they drove back to Tom’s place where Harry had been living alone for a long time now since all the boys decided to be somewhere else. It’s been a while since you last stepped your foot in there, the last one was the night before Harrison left, but you barely left his bedroom to go around the house. You felt so comfortable there, surrounded by the people you loved the most in the world. And you spent the whole day there, helping the boys unpack, making them something to eat.

Harrison spent if after you and suddenly something you were very familiar with started to come back. The hands on your waist when you were cooking, kisses on your cheeks, neck and collarbones. The feeling inside you that wanted to burst out and shout to the world that you loved Harrison Osterfield. Thank God the boys kept their mouth shut to not ruin their moment and you were enjoying every minute of it.

"Harrison, I can't concentrate with you kissing my neck like this." You teased because you knew he was going to give in your game.

"It's been months since I last had homemade food. Or your food for that matter. I missed this." He kissed your temple and pulled his body away from yours. "Do you want some beer, darling?"

"Please, it's so hot today. I need a beer to ease."

You wanted to talk to him about your feelings because you didn't want to keep going with this teasing game and ending up in his bed with meaningless sex. The time you went without him was the worst, and now he was here for a long time and you wanted to take advantage of it.

"A beer to my pretty girl." Harrison served her a good glass of beer, which she thanked with a smile.

"Uhm, this smells so good. I missed your food, (Y/N)." Tom said as he walked in with Harry.

"Yeah, you didn't even visit me once to cook for me." Harry whined as he sat down on the table Harrison was now setting.

"She's not your babysitter, Harry. And I'm her special boy, she only cooks for me." Haz winked back at you, making you blush.

"Stop fighting over me." You served the food and sat between Harrison and Tom. Haz served some food in your plate and served some for him.

"Tonight's party will be awesome. You'll love it." Tom said. "Booze, good music."

"Finally a proper night out!" Harry said. "Today is the perfect day. Good food, maybe a movie in the afternoon and clubbing later."

"Oh, I miss going out to dance. All I've been doing is studying like hell, some pints at the pub with the girls and walking my dog out."

"Thank God there's no one else in that equation." Harrison commented and the table remained silent, including you.

You carried on with your lunch and ended up having ice cream in front of the TV, scattered all over the couch. Harrison made sure that you cuddled up with each other, him on his stomach between your legs, face lying down on your belly. You couldn't be happier to be in that position with him, it was like all your problems went away when he was right here and you couldn’t wait to feel his lips on yours again, which hasn’t happened yet because you never kiss in front of anyone, even though Tom caught you in embarrassing positions once or twice ever since you started your little romance, if you could call it like that.

The boys slept in seconds because of how tired they were and you could feel Harrison’s snores in your belly, giving you the biggest peace you haven’t felt in a long time. So you permitted yourself to fall asleep as well, being only woken up hours later by Tom so you could get ready to go out, eat something and hit the club. Harrison slowly woke up and started to look around the room to see what was happening and once his eyes landed on you, he opened the biggest smile in the world. So he leaned down, cupped your cheek and pecked your lips.

“Best nap I had in a long time.” He mumbled against your lips and you smiled.

“Kiss me again.” You pulled him down with a hand on his chin and he gladly glued your lips together again, but this time he made it longer and deeper. His lips were soft just like you remembered and God… You craved this for a long time now, it was like you were in heaven. His hand went down to your waist while the other sustained his body over yours and you pulled him down with your hands buried between his curls. The kiss was breathtaking everything you needed after a long time without him.

“Get a room.” Harry groaned when he got into the room and you quickly stopped kissing. Harrison buried his head in your neck to cover his blush. “You keep reminding me that I’m still single.”

Technically, you were both single too, and to be honest, you didn’t know if you were actually a thing. You loved him with all your heart, but you didn’t know if you were dating or if he even liked you that way. All your insecurities screamed that you were just a toy to him, but your heart said that he was much more than just someone who would play with your feelings.

“Come on, I want to show you the dress I got you.” He helped you get up and soon you were in his bedroom. Harrison showed a short baby blue dress, with little sparkles that made the whole dress shine. “I saw this one at the store and instantly thought about you wearing it.”

“It’s so pretty, Haz. I love it!” You held the dress in front of your body and glanced down to admire it. “It matches your eyes.”

“Well, I got to match with my girl somehow.” He winked before locking himself in the bathroom to take a shower.

Luckily you had some makeup in your bag so you could get ready without having to go home. It didn’t take long until you were done dressing up and soon were in a cab to meet your friends in the club. You weren’t sure if the reason why it all looked so awesome is because it’s been a while since you last been to a big party, but everything looked so fun and you were glad to be there with all your friends.

“Drinks for everyone!” Sam, who came separately from the boys, came holding a lot of drinks in his hands. “Tom and Harrison, some whisky. Me, Harry and Tuwaine, beer. (Y/N), gin tonic.”

“Oh babe, that’s too strong.” Harrison said and you shrugged, taking a sip of your drink.

“You can take care of me.” You leaned and pecked his lips softly, not caring if you were in front of a lot of people. Harrison frowned, but relaxed when he felt your hands resting on his thigh.

“I guess I’ll have to take it lightly to take care of you.” He kissed you back before taking his drink. The boys frowned and had a small conversation between looks, which you and Harrison completely ignored it. They knew you had your thing but never dared to mention it because they didn’t know what you actually were. But there was one thing they did know, that you both liked each other very much and never talked about your feelings.

“Are we just going to sit here and drink? I came here for dancing.” Tom said shrugging all the tiredness off his body and pulling you up by the hand.

“Yeah, me too. Come on, guys!” You signed Harrison to follow you and he downed his drink in seconds.

“Coming babe.” He shouted with a smiled and the boy rolled their eyes. “What?”

“Just tell her how you feel, mate.” Harry said before following his brother to the dancefloor. “Come on, Sammy. You’re gonna be my wingman.”

“What did Harry mean by that?” Harrison asked Tuwaine, who laughed audibly.

“You love (Y/N) and you should just tell her already so you can quit messing around to fucking be together.” Tuwaine left after that and Harrison watched them all dancing together with confusion written all over his face, but he softened when he saw you dancing alone with a big smile on your face.

“Come on, Harrison. Why are you taking so long?” You shouted and he chuckled, leaving his seat to join you at the dancefloor.

“Man, these gin tonics are fast.” Harrison laughed once he approached you holding an empty glass that previously had your drink. You were now over the moon because of the alcohol in your system and feeling a little looser to dance all night.

“We should do shots!” You suggested excitedly and Harrison shook his head.

“Easy there, pumpkin head. We just got here. Let’s just dance, maybe we’ll do shots later, okay?” She nodded with a shit grin on her face. Some cool song started to play and you shouted in excitement.

That night was amazing and you had so much fun it was hard to believe. You danced to every song with every single one of your friends, alcohol was just a booster and you knew you were drinking way too much. Harrison also observed that and only had a couple of beers to stay sober enough to take care of you, because he knew you were way too drunk now and he needed to make sure you got home safe. For now, you should just have fun with everyone, including him, who danced with you all night.

You sang every song on the top of your lungs, your legs were hurting like hell but you didn’t mind. You felt happy with your friends, dancing all night long, and especially, next to the person you loved the most taking care of every step you took. There was a single moment that night when a good love song was playing and you threw your arms around his neck and glued your lips together in a gentle kiss. Nothing deep, just the touch of your soft lips during the song. Harrison smiled into the kiss, pulling you closer by the waist.

“You’re so pretty it makes me want to punch you.” You mumbled against his lips, making him chuckle.

“You’re the prettiest girl in the whole damn world.” Your face softened as you pulled him for another kiss. “Come on, let’s dance!”

“I wanna do one more shot!” You showed the number one with your index finger before pulling another shot of tequila from your table and joining Tom who was calling the pair of you to the dancefloor. He was just as drunk as you and Harrison rolled his eyes at the boy dancing awkwardly with his girl.

“My girl.” He mumbled to himself and chuckled. Was she his girl? That thought was stuck in his head ever since he left to travel the world with his friend. (Y/N) was something else, but he realised they never talked about their feelings, maybe because they were too scared to ruin what they already had, which was very comfortable, but he needed something else out of this relationship. Of course, having the most intimate moments with her when it was just the two of you was amazing, but he wanted more than anything to show you off to the whole world.

It didn’t take long until he joined you again at the dancefloor and you dance a little more, but soon you were worn out and thrown over Harrison’s arm with your face buried in his neck. You were sweaty and drunk, but the didn’t mind, having his hands holding your middle so you wouldn’t fall from your heels.

“Angel, can you take me home? I think I’m worn out.” You said in his ear keeping your eyes closed because everything was spinning.

“Of course. Let’s go outside so I can call an Uber to take us home.” He kissed the top of her head and started to say goodbye to some of their friends, saying that he would take care of you and maybe wasn’t coming home. Sam even joked about him getting lucky, but Harrison never dared to have sex with you when you were drunk and he wouldn’t now considering this is the most drunk he’d ever seen you. Harry helped him get you safely to the car and even threw Harrison’s jacket over your shoulders. On the drive home, you rested your head on his chest, held his hands and closed your eyes to get more comfortable.

“You take so good care of me.” You whispered and he chuckled, slightly tightening the grip on your hands.

“I always take care of people I love.” He mumbled against her hair before pressing a kiss there.

“You love me?” You shot your eyes opened and they were shining with the words Harrison just said.

“I do.” He smiled and you started to cry a little. “Hey, why are you crying?”

“I love you too. So, so, so much.” You pressed some kisses to his chest and neck just soft ones, not intending to be sexy or anything. The Uber didn’t take long until he parked outside your house and Harrison helped you out of the car after tipping the driver.

“Love, I’m gonna need you to walk just now so I can open the door, okay? I can help you.” You nodded and he held you steady so you could walk up the small stair that got to your front door. You waited until he unlocked the door with his keys and helped you come inside.

Your house looked exactly how he remembered. The fresh plants and flowers all of it, slightly messy but always very clean, your dog sleeping on the living room’s rug. He had so many memories with you there. The meals you cooked together in that kitchen, the late nights talking in the small back garden, the make-out sessions in that couch, the clothes scattered across the floor trailing to your bedroom. Those soft sheets that smelled like lavender, the bathtub you shared over the time you were together. He loved every single part of that place.

“I smell disgusting.” You groaned as Harrison locked the front door. “Can you shower me, please?”

“Yeah, of course.” He carried you to the second floor because he knew you’d take forever on your room.

The bed was surprisingly made up and Harrison would have to undo your work so you could sleep. You rushed to the bathroom to pee, leaving the door opened. You and Haz had that kind of intimacy now, you weren’t bothered by doing mundane things like this in front of each other. He stepped into the bathroom after you cleaned up and sat on your sink, too drunk and tired to do anything.

“Can you clean my makeup?” You asked and he chuckled, nodding. “There are some wipes under the sink.” It wasn’t hard to find and Harrison gently rubbed them on your face, cleaning everything from your face. “I’m so sorry that you have to take care of me.”

“I don’t mind.” He shrugged as he finished his job on your face. “You want me to go inside with you, or do you want to take a shower alone while I make us some tea.” “I don’t think I can shower on my own.” You groaned and he shrugged. Harrison had showered you a lot by now, but most of them were sexy showers that ended up with him pressing you on the wall and taking you there. But now he was just taking care of you, not intending to do anything to you. To be very honest, he was really happy to be taking care of you so he could show how much he cared.

“Can I?” He assured with his hands on the bottom of your dress. You nodded and he quickly pulled it off. He stripped you down and then stripped himself so you both could step into the shower. The water was warm and he made sure to be soft on you, but try being quick because he knew you were tired. You were so happy to have him there with you and water was helping you feel better.

“I love you. I love you. I love you.” You drunkenly kept repeating against his chest when he was cleaning your hair.

“I love you too, dummy.” He softly pressed a kiss to your lips and kept on with the shower.

“Do you think we can stop pretending now?”

“Pretending what?” He asked and you shrugged.

“Not being boyfriend and girlfriend.”

“Is that something you want?” You nodded and he smiled. “I think we should talk about it tomorrow when you’re sober enough to remember our conversation.”

“But I’ll remember this.” You whined and he laughed as he finished your shower and started to take a quick one himself. “I swear I’ll remember Harrison. Don’t laugh at me.”

“I know, darling. But you’re drunk and for this particular decision you need to be sober.”

“What about you? You’re sober.”

“I would love to stop pretending.” He kissed your temple and you blushed. “I’m almost done, hang on.”

“You look so pretty, baby boy.” You started to check his boy up and down, smirking to see some of your favourite curls in front of you.

“Stop fucking me with your eyes.” He laughed and you shrugged.

“I mean, you could just take me here.”

“I already told you that we’re not having sex when you’re drunk.” Harrison finished his shower and rolled you in a towel. “Come on, I’ll get you dressed so we can sleep.”

He helped you out of the shower and back to the bedroom where he already picked something for you to wear. A comfortable panty and a nightie, just what you loved to sleep in and he knew it. Your relationship wasn’t completely sexual and sometimes he’d watch you climb over him to cuddle with your comfortable clothes and he’d still find you the cutest person in the whole world. He also got himself some clothes that were staying over a small drawer in your closet. After you were both dressed, he got you between the covers, very comfortably.

“Please stay.” You whispered with your eyes closed and he smiled.

“I wasn’t planning on leaving my pretty girl alone.” He made himself comfortable behind you, pulling you closer in a comfortable hug.

“Harrison?” You called quietly and he hummed, the vibrations on your neck giving you the chills. “ I feel safer with you here.”

“Really?”

“I always do, but I guess I never told you before.” You entwined your fingers under the covers, making him smile wider. “Sometimes, when you were away and I was lonely, I would just lie down and pray that you’d be back soon so we could just be together again.”

“You know…” He started as he adjusted his body to yours. “I’d pray the same thing every day.”

“You mean it?” You asked and he nodded against your neck. “Thank you for being here.”

“I’ll always be right here.”

(...)

Next day hangover is the worst feeling in the world. You just wanted the whole world to stop working so you could be quiet for a moment and gather your shit together. Was even worst when you woke up alone in bed and you started to think the whole thing that happened the night before was just a dream. But then again, Harrison’s clothes were thrown over a chair in your bedroom and you just knew it wasn’t just a dream. You fought the urge to stay in bed and started to walk downstairs to find Harrison cooking in the kitchen.

“Morning.” You mumbled getting his attention. He looked up to you and smiled widely. His smile could light up a whole world, your world.

“Good morning, beautiful.” You approached him and hugged him from behind, planting a small kiss on his back. “I’m making us some toast and eggs, and tea is almost ready. Also, I made you some hangover juice and got some aspirin to make you feel better.”

“You’re the perfect boy.” He turned around and pressed a kiss on your lips. “My head’s gonna explode, I swear.”

“You’ll be fine.” He pulled you to sit on a stool before he served you breakfast.

“I think I can get used to you taking care of me.” You winked as you took your aspirin with some tea. You always loved his tea, they were always strong and hot.

“Only if you can take care of me sometimes. I can get drunk too.” He winked back and you chuckled, but your head hurt, so you winced. He pressed a kiss to your scalp before sitting next to you.

“You know I would take care of you.” You rested your hand over his, giving it a gentle squeeze. “I missed you so much.”

“You have no idea how much I missed you.”

“I guess this time apart made me realize my true feelings for you. And I don’t want to keep being just friends with benefits, Haz. I want something real. Like, I keep imagining us in this house, just having our life together as a couple, with Monty and Marshall, maybe our future kids. I know I’m rushing into this, but I never loved someone as I love you...”

“I want that too.” He said immediately after you. “And maybe we’re rushing into this, but I don’t care. I used to lie awake at night thinking about being back on this kitchen and cooking something with you. Maybe sit in that back garden and drink a beer with Marshal resting his head over my lap. And waking up next to you every morning in that bed… like today. Oh God, I would die to wake up like this every morning.”

“Do you think we can stop pretending now?” You raise your eyebrows as you repeated your exact words that slipped out of your mouth last night and he chuckled again before pulling you into another kiss.

“I thought we already had stopped.”

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Zap #2: School Days

Wow, she’s beautiful, Collin thought as eyes caught on Sammy Dunne. She had long, brown hair and bright blue eyes, and his heart started thumping loudly against his chest as she sat next to him in Physics. Say hi, you dolt, you can do it — just one word, “Hi!” He said, a bit too loudly, and she turned a raised eyebrow to him. She was wearing the school uniform, an orange sweater over a blue button-down and a skirt, and he the same, with the addition of pants in place of a skirt. He wondered if she could hear his heart beating too. “I’m Collin,” Collin offered. He had had a few classes with Sammy before this semester, but he could never be sure if she remembered him. Easily forgettable, Collin thought to himself, at least it’s endearing.

“Sammy,” she replied, turning back to her desk. Her hair had fallen along the side of her face and she moved her hand to brush it back. And there it is, Collin decided, the last time I’ll ever talk to Sammy Dunne. He knew it as an absolute certainty: when girls told you their names then looked away, that was it. He began tapping his pen on his desk. His eyes wandered over to Sammy, who was staring disinterestedly at the board. His pen tapped louder. She didn’t look. He sighed and looked at the board in front of him; the teacher — a dull man, balding with glasses — spoke in a monotone voice as he motioned with chalk to the board. Collin’s eyes began to wander back to Sammy once again. Her cheek was in her cupped hand, and her eyes had slowly drifted shut. Immaculate, Collin thought.

Whether by association or chance, his mind began to wander towards Starlight, the hero who had impeded him less than a week before. The heroine had worn glasses to cover her large blue eyes, and styled herself with a different haircut, but he realized then that it was, definitively, the same girl. A small spark began to awkwardly dance around his hand, which he had to force under the desk to not be noticed. Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, he thought quickly as the electricity continued to surge, what do I do? Oh my god, of course, my luck, the prettiest girl in the goddamn world is on the other freaking side of the heroic spectrum. Maybe, MAYBE, he reasoned with himself, she’ll see the truth behind it all one day, and then she’ll join me and we can work in tandem. And then we’ll fall in love and get married. Oh, that would be delightful. Of course, that would require her talking to me, which, of course, she’ll never do.

Just then, Sammy’s phone began to shriek out into the classroom. The entire class turned to look at her, except for Collin who already had been looking at her. She jumped awake, and reached for her phone, checking the message. Her hand shot into the air. “I’m sorry, Mister McKay, I need to be excused,” as Mr. McKay looked at her inquisitively, she explained, “superhero business.” She did not wait for a response, but grabbed her bag and ran out the door, Collin’s eyes following her out. I wish villains got to do that, Collin lamented to himself. I wonder what’s going on that would immediately necessitate her, he then thought. She’s fairly new, and it’s not like the hero gang around Northridge is unpopulated. I mean, sure, we’r no New Monmouth City, but to resort to pulling a newbie out of class? The bell rang after a short time, as it always does, and he grabbed his pack and began to head home.

His walk home was not particularly long. It was a short walk down Booker Street, past the Bakery that always smelled like fresh icing, across the Pons Footbridge, and then just down Laker Avenue. The trip usually took around twenty minutes, so as he walked he would sketch some designs for costumes or robot ideas. Super-villainy, he knew, was not something that could be achieved simply by having super powers. His brother always told him that an unprepared villain is the worst thing that can happen to the world. So Collin was always preparing, whether it was his speeches or designs or practicing with his powers. As he crossed the footbridge he remembered how proud Matt had looked at him after he accidentally blew up the toaster with his powers. “Now you know not to do that again,” he had said, and Collin had blushed and cried. But he had never blown up the toaster after that day.

It was immediately as he turned onto Laker Avenue that he recognized something was wrong. His hands reached into his bag to grab his mask — at the very least — but, upon understanding the situation more wholly, he dropped his bag. New potholes had formed in the street from where Starlight’s energy blasts had missed their target, and other scuffs and breaks along the pavement looked to have been made from various collisions and smacks against the pavement. He looked further down the road and he saw that there were people actively engaged in a fight. Running down to get a closer look he saw Matt, wearing his trademark navy overcoat and mask, fighting with the superheroes of Northridge. There was the Black-Hammer, the super-strong, super-dumb superhero, who donned an all-black spandex costume covering himself from head to toe, with small eye and mouth holes cut out. His arms and legs were plated with steel to give him an extra oomph (as he liked to say, anyway). Next to him was Insecticide, an older female hero who dressed in a green sweatsuit with small bug-like wings attached to her back that let her fly. She could also control flies — or something — as far as Collin knew. Fighting alongside both of them was the young, beautiful Starlight, and, seeing her in action was both dazzling and hilarious. Although her powers seemed strong and she was undoubtedly the prettiest person he’d ever seen, it was quite obviously her first week. Her attacks missed widely, causing incredible property damage, and she struggled to coordinate with Black-Hammer and Insecticide, who had been working on their teamwork for years now. Then again, so had Matt.

Matt was not like the other villains of Northridge, and, as far as Collin was concerned, he was the only super villain in the area. Black-Hammer charged at him, throwing his fist at Matt’s face; Matt refused to dodge it, letting the super-powered man’s punch connect. As it made contact, the force behind the punch fell away, leaving the two men standing there, staring eye to eye. Matt raised his hand and flicked the hammer’s chin; the hammer soared through the air, forming another pothole in the ground of Laker Avenue. Ha, idiot, Collin thought. Matt was better known by his villain alter-ego: Momentum, based on his ability to absorb and reassign the momentum of things that touch him. Black-Hammer moaned in his pothole. He was out of commission.

Insecticide tried next, with Starlight providing backup, but as she charged in, an energy beam from the beautiful young heroine collided with her backside, forcing her collapse at the feet of the super villain. Momentum then turned his eyes to Starlight, who, Collin was sure, began shaking in her boots. Go, Matt, go! He silently cheered for his brother, while holding some contradicting feelings in seeing the future love of his life about to get pummeled. As she began to back away, Collin noticed the sky getting markedly darker. A slight rain began to patter against the ground, juxtaposed with the brightness of the random energy beams that Starlight shot to deter Matt’s pursuit. Of course these blind shots did not work, but, as Momentum moved to grab the girl, a bolt of lightning cut across his path, searing his hand.

Collin looked down at his own hands. Am I doing this? He wondered. No, my subconscious can’t be that in love with this girl, he decided. The winds began to pick up with the rain, turning a sunny day into a storm in under a minute. Thunder boomed in the sky, as more streaks of lighting shot down around the couple fighting. Collin stared in amazement, wondering what divine force could possibly be doing this, when a final burst of lightning collided with the ground, and, in the smoke it left, stood a girl. She was around his age, as far as he could tell from the distance he was at, wearing a white, button-up T-shirt with what looked like some small black insignia across the chest, and a black and white skirt. She wore boots that were once white, but now had faded into a murky color through overuse. The girl in the lightning wore no mask, revealing large brown eyes, and a small-but-cute face, which matched her stature as she stood just above five feet tall. She wore a small bow in her hair that was half-white, half-black.

By the time he was done noticing her, he hadn’t had time to notice that Matt was hovering in the air, seemingly being carried by the winds. He struggled against it, but there was nothing he could absorb. He was trapped. The small girl laughed a tiny laugh as she brought her hand down with the thunderclap, and a bolt of lightning collided against his brother. All Collin remembered next was the screaming. His brother’s skin looked chard as it began to sizzle and smoke. Collin covered his face in horror as he saw his brother struggle to look down at the girl, as he was still being carried by the winds. “Who are you?” He managed in a soft, broken whisper.

The girl responded in a confident voice that was a little higher than Collin would have thought. She looked Momentum in the eyes and said, “I am the Menace.” She hoisted him up, higher into the winds. “And you are going the Chamber.” With that the two of them were gone, leaving two collapsed heroes and a star-struck Starlight on his street. The young heroine turned to him.

“Did you see that?” Starlight — Sammy — asked.

“Y-yeah,” Collin said, feeling an incredible mix of emotions while trying not to break in front of a super hero. “Yeah I did.”

“I can’t believe we got to see her in action,” Starlight said. “Wait, I know you from class,” she realized. “Cameron, right?”

Collin stormed into his house, quite literally sparking in anger and self-hate. I should have done something, he scolded himself, letting loose large quantities of discharge throughout his house, I should have stopped her! He kicked a cabinet in his kitchen and heard a large crash from inside. Goddamn it! He stopped trying to restrain himself and his powers ran rampant throughout the kitchen, shutting of the fridge and leaving scorch marks throughout the property. I’m a freaking moron, he reminded himself, getting distracted over pretty girls doing hero things; I’m not a hero, I won’t be a hero, and I won’t be with her.

That was when he realized: of all the plans he had, he had never once envisioned a situation where Matt would not be here with him. His electric rampage stopped immediately. He was alone in the house. His eyes surveyed the damage he did, the broken lamps, the scorched furniture, and the destroyed Tupperware. He almost screamed, until his eyes drew upon the toaster in the corner of the kitchen. It had been left untouched. He took his pen and notepad and began to write.

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Have you ever been to Las Vegas? No. Doesn’t seem all that appealing to me anyway. What did you have for breakfast this morning? I didn’t eat breakfast which is a stupid idea considering I drank quite a bit last night...I did have a small piece of chocolate Pop-Tarts from at Gabie’s place this morning to mask my breath when I came home. Do you have any loose change in your pocket? I don’t have pockets on me right now. Do you like Taylor Swift? Her past singles were catchy, but that’s all I’ll give her. Everything I’ve heard about her attitude has just yelled petty to me. What’s your favorite Disney Channel movie? Strictly Disney Channel? High School Musical or Tw*tches.

If you met your favorite celebrity, would you be calm or starstruck? LOL I would probably cry if faced with Kristen Stewart. I’ll be starstruck in a calm way (so to answer your question, I’ll be both) and just maybe pull her in for a huge hug because I love her so much. Are there any lights on in the room you’re in? Yeah we have lights in the dining room but it’s daytime so the natural lighting from the sun is enough for now. What’s your favorite subject in school? I was always the teacher’s pet in history. I’m in college now though and have different classes per semester; my favorite class in the last sem would have to be art studies. What’s your favorite holiday? Halloween, even though I hate referring to it as a holiday because it’s not. I just pick that because I hate every other holiday. Do you ever have to do yard work? No. Sounds like something I’ll always put off haha. Do you think Bad Romance is a catchy song or an annoying one? Catchy. Whether played in 2009 or 2018, best believe I’ll sing along and even slightly dance to it. Do you use perfect grammar online? If perfect = formal then no. Are you currently using a laptop? Yep. Do you have any live versions of songs in your music software? Music software? Damn. Anyway, no I don’t really like live editions of songs, no matter how much I love the artist or no matter how good it is. Did you or do you listen to Britney Spears songs? I never did voluntarily, even as a kid in the 2000′s. I remember her songs were everywhere though - in kid’s parties, at the mall, on TV, everywhere. Is it a windy day? It has been today, actually! The nicest surprise I’ve had all day so far. In the past week, have you ridden in a taxi? No, I never ride taxis because the drivers here are creepy and even be kidnappers. I’d much rather book an Uber or Grab, which is an alternative to Uber but in Southeast Asia. Do you ever wish on stars at night? Not really. I would if I chance upon a shooting star, but those never happen in my area. What color are your eyes? Dark brown. What album is the current song you’re listening to off of? I’m not listening to music at the moment. What’re you doing after you finish this? Move upstairs and either take a nap or another survey. What song’s the most overplayed right now? There is another song by The fucking Vamps called Personal and as usual they are bugging the living shit out of me. It literally plays in three different radio stations within five minutes and it drives me nuts when I’m driving. They are the actual worst. Please break up. Are you in a band? No. How clean is your bedroom? Super tidy. Is there a pen within reaching distance of you? No, there isn’t. Are you sitting at a desk? No. I’m at the dining table but moving to my bed after. Does your favorite band have a male or female lead singer? [continued after taking a nap three hours ago] Female singer from an awesome band that rhymes with ‘paramour’! Do you normally shut your bedroom door before you go to sleep? Yes, absolutely yes. Rest assured I will not fall asleep if it’s ajar even the slightest bit; it has to be shut all the way through. I can’t sleep with any light around, so. Have you seen the movie Moulin Rouge? No. I know Gab has a physical DVD but I’ve never seen the movie. Would you ever dye your hair a different color? Of course. It’s just a matter of when I’ll do it, because right now I’m still pretty indecisive about which color I’ll be getting, bitching about how expensive and high-maintenance it’s going to be, and worrying about everything having to do with bleach. Are there any framed pictures in the room you’re in? Yeah. My kindergarten grad photo is framed, and my high school clique’s photo is also in a frame on my bedside drawer. Have you ever been to a Broadway show? Nope. Not really my thing, but it’s the sort of thing I’d surprise my girlfriend with since she’s all about Broadway. What’s your favorite movie soundtrack? I don’t have one. I’ll just stick with my default answer Carol. Do you prefer group or individual work? Really depends on what kind of work we’re talking. Anything with creatives or logistics, I would much rather be in a group since I cannot for the life of me be creative, or even be forced to be creative. I can be helpful in other ways when it comes to that; but every other work outside of that–say a research paper, or a chapter report, or an investigatory project, I’m okay with doing on my own. Do you have a key to anything besides your house? Just my car. Are you wearing anything with stripes? Oooh I am. My top is black and white striped. It was actually the top I wore to the high school batch reunion last night, but it’s a little comfy so I haven’t changed out of it yet. What time did you go to sleep last night? Er around 1 or 2 AM, not really sure. I just instantly passed out on Gab’s bed and don’t remember anything since I was waaaay too tired. Did anyone tell you that you were beautiful today? Yep. What show did you last watch? RuPaul’s Drag Race, which I watched with Katreen and Gabie when we were at the former’s house last Thursday. I initially groaned when Katreen suggested it cos I thought the show was going to be too loud and fast-paced for my taste, but thEN OH MY GOD EVERYTHING IS PINK AND BRIGHT AND FABULOUS. We ended up watching a second episode. Do you think you’ll do anymore surveys today? I hope so. I’m kinda disappointed with myself for taking very few surveys during my break, when I said I was excited to finally spam my own blog with them after the last sem practically ate me up and never gave me time. I go back to school Tuesday and I probably took like 10-15 surveys total in four weeks, yuck @ self. What’s your favorite ice cream flavor? Cookies and cream. I also really liked queso real in my early teens. When was the last time you stayed home from school sick? 6th grade. Eight years ago. Insane. Could you ever complete a 500-piece puzzle? I could try! My girlfriend actually has a 1000- or 1500-piece puzzle of a painting that we tried to finish with her little sister during a sleepover, but I was boring and fell asleep by 2 AM. It’d be nice to try it again. If you could run a red light and not get caught, would you? No. Thing is, so many Filipino drivers do that already; hence why we are one of the most terrible on the road. I’ve seen enough videos to not want to even try it. Do any bands flat-out annoy you? I would say yes but it’s an insult to the word ‘band’ if I referred to The Vamps as one, because they’re my sole annoyance. Do you have a mirror in your bedroom? I had before my mom got it removed ugh. Was today a birthday for any of your friends? It’s Reggy’s birthday, who’s a girl I went to grade school and high school with. I wouldn’t consider her a friend. When was the last time you rode in a limo? I’ve never done it. Do you take naps daily? Hahaha yeah almost everyday. That’s gonna stop when I go back to school. Do you still make Christmas lists? No. I think I made it for one or two years before I finally called bullshit on Santa. Do you watch the show Dexter? Yes, mainly because they said it was like Breaking Bad and because CM Punk watched it. Didn’t like the first episode, haven’t tried rewatching it since. Have you ever been to any sort of convention? No. Which song did you last listen to on repeat? Probably Tessellate by Alt-J. < Good choice. I’m now super garbage compared to that, because mine is Bruno Mars’s Finesse collab with Cardi B hahaha. Where do you want to live when you grow up? Just in the city where all the hurly-burly is. It gets boring living in a suburban ish environment. Are you currently using a blanket? Nope. Are there any songs that make you cry? Yeah sometimes, there are instances I’ll sing along to a certain song and feel them more than usual. I’ve cried to When It Rains by Paramore on my bad days. How many siblings do you have? Two, both younger. What’re you doing this weekend? Binge-watching Black Mirror and enjoying the final days of my Christmas break. Do you prefer swimming at the beach or in a pool? Beach. The chlorine in the pool turns me away from it, plus with so many kids swimming in pools you never know if you’re already swimming in wee. When was the last time you had a haircut? Some time in November. Which musical instrument do you think sounds the prettiest? PIANO. Without a shadow of a doubt. Do you know what you want for Christmas? I didn’t want anything for Christmas for the first time in my life. That’s a little sad, innit? I got the 2018 Starbucks planner, which I was more than happy about. Gabie got me all sorts of jewelry, a blanket, and a sparkly pink tumbler and I loved each gift; and my sister got me a doggy pencil case and made personalized stickers for me. I loved all of them. Do you watch fireworks on New Year’s Eve? Yes, that’s a family tradition. Not going out to watch them just feels foreign and empty to me, since we’ve done it all my life. Is your birthday within the next three months? Yup. *silent panicking* How long is the song you’re listening to? Three and a half minutes. Are you anticipating anything this week? Yeah I am pretty excited to attend my new set of classes. It’s my first sem to have four majors too, so that’s another thing I’m waiting to experience. Will I be okay? Will it kill me? Will I have nervous breakdowns? Who knows. Is your mom or dad the older parent? They were born in the same year, but my dad is older by eight months. Do you watch anything on E!? Just Keeping Up. Are you going to get off the computer now that you’ve finished this? No, I might take another one.

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