#srry if it sounds dumb this was all on my phone

[milkbreadandtadpoles]

soup and stars

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snip: you keep sukuna's favorite after workout drink in your fridge. and no, you don't frequent that store. sukuna looks at you like you hung the moon and painted the sky yourself when you're either on the brink of death or not paying attention (it's only with his eyes, though. he's a certified rbf). the two of you have been hooking up for over a year with little conversation outside of snarky comments and emojis he doesn't get.

and he sometimes takes care of you when you're sick for five hours only.

warnings: suggestive language, sukuna being a parallel of this guy i used to hookup with who was srsly emotionally constipated and really milked my daddy issues, reader being dumb (lol me), probably a lot of run on sentences and weird descriptions but i am not srry ab it, no Y/N here, a lot of parentheses for some reason

authors note: omg hey. i have this a03 and i thought i'd put a tumblr to pair it together cuz i had an old tumblr but i was kinda done w her (may she rest in peace!) anywayyy my name is lillie, hi again. hope u enjoy this!! luv me some sukuna who reminds me of all my bad flings.

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Since when did you get sick like this?

This time, not that time you lied to your boss, you have an actual stomach bug. Stomach thing. Food poisoning from bad sushi. You don't know.

What you do know, however, is that everything smells bad, you can’t stomach anything other than a handful of saltine crackers. You couldn’t even finish your coffee yesterday morning; you’re just coming down from a fever. Everything is hot and cold, nothing feels right on your skin. Noises are too loud, but the silence is making your ears bleed. 

Curled up into the sheets, you shiver. It rocks over you, feeling cold despite your body burning off whatever infection is brewing in your gut. Your skin feels crusty yet damp, scalp itchy and pulled back into two haphazard buns. Stray strands lay over your forehead that twinkles with cold sweat.

Vampire Diaries plays in the background, volume loud enough so you can hear where you’re at within the series but quiet enough to give you grace if you wish to take another four hour nap. You don’t even want to get on your phone, ignoring the occasional, silent buzzes and flashing light that draw your eyes away from the fuzz of your blanket.

Time passes in a druken haze, not knowing whether you slept or not, not feeling entirely there at all. You fail to count the amount of times you got up to throw up or sit on the toilet, thankful the walls are snug enough to rest your head on the wall of it to contemplate if it’s worth passing out before you gather your wits and crawl back into bed.

There’s a rustle in your sheets, a distant sound of intro music for the vampire show.

“You still watchin’ this shit?” A gruff voice sounds from above you.

Your brows furrow in your sleepy haze- you don’t have energy to fight an intruder, pulling the sheets over your head that throbs from lack of everything. Horribly big hands paw at the clothed dip in your waist. And you let out a mixture of a whine and huff at the realization that your little fling (if you could even call it that) picked a horrible day to play.

“Sukuna,” You murmur, drawing the blankets higher above the crown of your head before he has a chance to yank it down and see your very unprepared self, “Not a good time.”

Sukuna, an occasional fuck and lackluster addition to your friend group, scoffs a laugh, muttering something about you really being a freak, something about thanking your dad for giving you all these issues that only he can handle as he gropes the flesh of your ass.

And it would feel so lovely if you weren’t on the brink of death.

“Eggroll. All the eggrolls.”

He groans, lifting his hand away from you in agreement to the safe word (because that one time when the two of you didn't have one and you reacted that way actually scared the shit out of him). 

“I’m sick.” You add quietly, urging your body to morph into a tighter ball. If Sukuna were his younger brother, or his younger brother’s friend, you’d ask either of them to cover you with another blanket. Or to refill your water bottle. Maybe even run to the store down the road and grab you some soup. But this is Sukuna, and-

There’s a harsh tug at the blanket covering your head, and you try to weakly grip the fabric in place.

“That’s why you didn’t answer my text? ‘Cause you’re all disgusting and shit?” He questions, giving one more quick tug to reveal your messy hair, the tint to the apples of your cheeks. The way his gaze feels makes the very top of your gut churn, and you scrunch your face as you decide whether or not you need to puke again.

“Mhm.” You nod, begging for the fabric back with a soft tug. Sukuna relents, snorting as you cover your head back up.

His body weight makes your bed frame squeak as he repositions himself to slouch next to you, and you peer at him through the crack of the blanket. He pulls out his phone, typing on it lazily. Through your bubbling stomach, confusion festers simply because he isn’t moving.

“Thought you not replying was you trying to be cute ’n shit.” A hand makes its way onto your lower back, the weight of it making your eyes bulge in silent surprise. With all your strength, you shake your head and whisper a soft sorry. He tuts, like all weirdly immature but mature, rude but nice and confusing older brother types do, dismissing your apology with a little pat on your back.

Another pat, and you’re snuggling into the blankets and letting your eyes close, mapping the way his hand feels and ignoring the way your stomach cramps. You hear the distant sound of a picture being taken, only being able to mutter a humiliated groan. There's a vibration where your phone is, and you know that the group chat has been notified of your predicament. 

“You eat? Take a shower?” Sukuna asks, mastering the art of making his concern dismissive. The silence on your end answers everything he needs to know, humming in acknowledgement. You’re a stubborn little shit who likes to suffer in isolation, he’ll give you that.

He synchs a basketball game to your TV, adamantly rotating between patting and rubbing your back until you’re snoring and curled up next to his lap.

When you wake up, you’re still cold, still sweating off your fever. You peers towards the bed, noticing the empty spot but the basketball game still softly playing on the screen. For a moment, you let your head slump back into the mattress before you force yourself out of bed to pee.

The weight in your body is too overwhelming to be horrified by your appearance when you emerge to make your way into a shared bathroom with your roommate. They’re all gone for work, and you don’t have the wit to ask where Sukuna got the time off to come fuck you in the middle of the day. Or why he was looking at your location. 

“I forgot how much of a bitchy face you have.” He comments, voice a note softer than you would usually hear, as you pad towards the bathroom. You grumble a quiet fuck you, slinking towards the bathroom.

You fix your hair to the best of your ability- standing up too long made you throw up. Your abdomen feels like it’s gone to three HIT classes in a row, hardly having any reserves to help you stand and brush your teeth. So you do it knelt over the bathtub, making sure to lock the door to make sure that stupid person of interest doesn’t see you so weak.

Rinsing your mouth out knelt over a tub is a new low, spitting the globs of toothpaste and water into the drain before you turn it off and brace the sides of the tub to stand and wander back out into the kitchen. Your bones feel like brittle, a bowling ball in your stomach forcing your posture to look horrifyingly old. It's been two days but you've aged thirty years. 

“Hi.” You greet weakly, rubbing your eyes before putting your arms back down as swiftly as you can. When was the last time you shaved?

Sukuna nods back, digging through a plastic bag. It’s only a few seconds before you’re sitting on the floor. The tile makes you twitch, and you wonder how you’re going to get up without looking like a hobbling mess. Maybe you’ll just crawl.

Soup and some electrolyte drinks are set out on the counter- along with your favorite candy. For a moment, your brows furrow, and then your lip wobbles in realization.

“Did you get that for me?”

“Can’t fuck you if you’re all pitiful and disgusting.” Is all he says, but his lip twitches into a bewitching smirk as your eyes well with tears and you sniffle out a sweet thank you. "Of course you’d cry over stupid shit like this." He adds, shaking his head. 

His shoes click bluntly against the floor, and he peers down at you with that devastatingly handsome, horribly mean face.

“You could just go fuck another girl.” You murmur sappily, lip jutting into a pout. And it’s true, you know it. The two of you have established that. He throws it in your face, too, when you tell him you’re busy or you’re too sleepy. Or when you simply don’t want to deal with his attitude.

His laugh tickles your heart, staring at him with wide, watery eyes as he bends down and gathers you into his arms. You squirm, or try to, holding any pride and ego close to your chest like a rabid animal as you let out a faux uncomfortable noise. There’s a familiar tap to your ass that urges you to stop, and you sink into Sukuna’s terrifyingly comfortable embrace as he carries you back to your room. The two of you have hardly cuddled before, the absolute most being him begrudgingly letting you cling onto him after one particularly rough night- only to shove you off five minutes later, giving you a pat on the head as if to say good job, thanks for the head, before leaving.

So this is new, awkward, when your semi friend with semi benefits sets you down with the upmost genteel fashion and retreats back into the kitchen. He comes back with an armful of products moments later. Soup, your favorite cup filled with mystery get well liquid, a straw and a big spoon.

“I don’t like big spoons.”

“That’s too fuckin’ bad because that’s what I got- stop pouting like that, it's disgusting.”

Sukuna sets everything down and defiantly does not grab another spoon for you. You make a noise in the back of your throat when he reaches over and urges you to sit up with a silent look that you’re expected to figure out. He lets you maneuver a pillow behind your back, lets you curl a blanket around your body and change the TV back to Vampire Diaries- he does not let you feed yourself.

When you reach for the bowl of soup (your favorite- chicken and stars), he uses only a percentage of his strength to swat your hand away, giving you another demand to stop sulking like a little kid before he’s crawling (crawling!) across the bed. Bowl of soup and too big of spoon in hand, he sits across from and in front of your view from the show.

He leans forward in a sort of endearing way, brows furrowed in a certain concentration as he scoops the perfect spoonful of soup and stars, holding it to your mouth. And he watches when you open your mouth with furrowed brows, lips closing around the dipped metal so that nothing drips down your chin. The broth warms your mouth, your stomach in an instant, making your face relax and your back slump into the pillow that supports you.

There’s a prickle of humiliation on the apples of your cheeks, something Sukuna would likely make fun of if you weren’t half asleep by the time he finishes spoon feeding you. And yea, there was one singular instance of him swiping away fallen liquid away with his thumb. And yea, you’re going to remember that forever. And most definitely are you going to internalize this as something more between the two of you than just friends who fuck (friend being a huge overstatement).

“I don’t like you.” You find yourself murmuring as Sukuna thrusts your clunky, metal, pink water bottle in your face. Obediently, as you always are, you sip at the liquid, swallowing down any grimace as he stares right at you while you swallow.

“You’re not my favorite, either.” He grunts, picking the cup up as soon as you set it down and representing it to you with a face.

“I’m at least second to your video game console.” Your grumble with pursed lips, taking another measly sip. When Sukuna raises his brows, you take a few more.

“Third. Second is pot. And it’s a PS4- fucking nerd.”

The part of your stomach that isn’t cramping to shit flutters, your fever probably rises, and you smile to yourself as you take a big gulp of the electrolyte solution. You swallow before he says the softest atta girl and takes the cup to set it back down.

Sukuna helps you shuffle under three big blankets, gives you your phone and goes to wash the soup bowl. You text Satoru with sick enthusiasm, to which he reiterates it in your (other) group chat where everyone just starts sending silly fangirlish memes. Shoko isn’t phased, Suguru isn’t pleased, either. But there’s an icky smile on your face, the thought of when it’ll end and Sukuna will go back to, well, Sukuna, gnawing at the back of your throat.

But you’ll pretend for today, like you do everyday.

“Are you leaving?” You ask when he comes back into the room, question answered when the bed dips once more.

He grunts a no, to shut up and sleep as he synchs up another sports game. You don’t mind, turning your head so you’re facing him. His back rests against a pillow with a floral case, one of your weighted stuffed animals squished between the weight of his back and the metal bed frame.

You stare with lidded eyes and hot cheeks, tracing the musculature of his shoulders and the sharpness of his face in the same pattern you do after he’s done making you quiver and shake and cry. The plush of the blanket is a perfect excuse for the sheen of sweat on your face, your stomach still molten lava and convulsing.

But it’s just a little more than a dull ache with Sukuna here, bored face and all.

For a moment, before you fall asleep for a third time today, you feel his fingertips, hard and gruff and soft, brush against your cheek, your chapped lips. You’re too tired to hide or quip at him in the static-like fashion that makes him laugh.

You swear you see his lips twitch when you hum affectionately. There’s a text waiting for your friends, a mental scoreboard to update. Smile number two. Four days apart. From holding a sparkler and ogling at it like a child at Satoru’s New Year’s Eve party to laying in bed sick, purring like a cat as he pets you.

“Stop looking like you’re going to die.” He all but requests, covering your face with a sliver of the blanket and looking back at the game. Grabbing the remote, he turns the volume up a few more notches to ignore your itty bitty, very sleepy laugh.

Seconds away from sleep, Sukuna uncovers it- you. His lingering gaze tingles your nose, all the way down to the tips of your toes. Your infatuation with him might as well be the cure to cancer from the faintest spark of energy it gave you.

He’s not there when you wake up. It could have been a fever dream for all you know if it wasn’t for the refilled hydro flask and oddly neat note scribbled for you to ‘drink the fuck up’ on one of your Sanrio sticky notes. There's a brief look of horror on your face knowing that he looked through your drawers to find one. 

You drink it all and take a gruesome looking picture, sending it to him with a silly caption- your way of saying thank you. Sukuna doesn’t respond, but the read receipts are on. And he doesn’t talk to you for awhile, as if he curates the perfect way to make you stay by letting the bubbling like for him simmer into nothing, only for it to come back in full force when asks if you’re awake three Thursdays later.He asks if he can still use the key you gave him to come by after the gym to shower because his little brother and friends are over and he doesn’t want to hear them blubber while they figure out their alcohol tolerance (or lack thereof).

A pearly, well built increment of yourself hopes it’s so he’ll check up on you, too, after he slinks into your room and fucks you just the way he likes- because he knows you like it, too.

And you say yes, like you always do. Tell him about this new body wash you got that he can use, that you just so happened to get his favorite drink from the store he get his protein powder and supplements from when you went grocery shopping.

you don’t even like that store lmfao

found a new prebiotic there! Saw it on Pintrest

sure

Sukuna is not immune to exploiting your obvious cartwheels to please him. He’ll never say thank you, and you won’t ever ask him to. You do it for all your friends, you tell him. Shoko’s toothbrush brand is in your bathroom cabinet when she sleeps over. Satoru’s moisturizer and favorite tooth-rotting snacks. Suguru’s blanket because he gets cold at movie nights. But Sukuna knows he could have whatever he asked for within the hour.

He’ll never address that he took care of you when you were sick. Both times. Or that there's a packet of your favorite gum in the console of his car. And he'd rather be dead than you, shit, anyone, find out that there's a hidden album of little you's in his phone. 

i’m just a good friend  *ੈ♡⸝⸝🪐༘⋆

we’re not friends.

It doesn’t hurt your feelings. Because you know he’s emotionally constipated, that no one’s ever really cared. Except Yuji, but little brothers always care. That whatever affection and consideration thrown his way will be burnt to a crisp, that he’ll only ever look at you like you hung the stars when no one’s looking, or only think about you at night when the weed isn’t helping him sleep. 

uh huh, we sure aren’t. see you later! make sure to stretch before you lift!!

stop texting me, it's fucking up my music

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#jujutsu kaisen #jujustu kaisen x reader #ryomen sukuna #ryomen x reader #jjk ryomen #jujutsu kaisen ryomen #my works #one shot #drabble #jjk fluff #implied smut #hello i hope you enjoy #i want to chew this sukuna up like a toy!!

[wannabe-fic-writer]

WandaNat x Reader : In Their Arms

Summary: You feel safer in their arms than you do in your own home.

Warning: Domestic Abuse, Language, Homophobia

Word Count: 1,602

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'Can’t make movie night. Dinner with Jack. Srry.’

“Uggggghhhhh!”

Natasha’s brows raise at the long groan coming from her girlfriend,“ what’s wrong?”

Wanda’s eyes roll and she throws her phone back on the bed and trudges to the bathroom. 

Now frowning, Natasha picks up the phone, eyes scanning the message Y/n had just sent. And she completely understands her girlfriend’s frustrations. 

This had to be the hundredth time you’d canceled on them for your boyfriend. No matter what it was lately you’d always find some reason to cancel on them to be with Jack.

Both women were upset over it for a number of reasons. The more obvious one being that they don’t think Jack is good enough for you, or right for you in any way. It’s clear as day that the man is a power hungry misogynistic homophobic asshole.

They had noticed it the first night they met him at dinner with the both of you. 

Everything you said was countered with him seemingly one upping you: Wanda and Natasha asked about work and you began to reply only for him to cut you down with his opinion of your work and how his job(as an accountant) was a real career compared to yours(as a photographer).

When he left to the bathroom you profusely apologized and claimed he wasn’t always like that, something about a long day at work leaving him cranky. But the women knew that wasn’t it. And even if it was it wasn’t a valid excuse. 

It all became too much at dinner another night when he implied that Natasha and Wanda’s relationship wasn’t “real” because they were two women. That was the first time they saw you stand up to him, in defense of your best friends, but he quickly shut you down. 

They hated seeing it. They know how strong and incredible you are and couldn’t understand why you were with someone who didn’t even see you as an equal, who didn’t treat you like the queen you are. 

Both women would love nothing more than to be the ones showing you what you deserved but they had never gotten any indication that you one: were into women and two: into them. And then you got with Jack. So they silently loved you, making sure to remind you of your worth since they knew your self-esteem was taking hits in your relationship.

Natasha’s pulled from her thoughts when her girlfriend emerges from the bathroom. Green eyes scan over Wanda’s form and a subconscious smile tugs at her lips. 

“As much as I would love for Y/n to be here, she’s made her decision and we should respect it.” The redhead says, pulling Wanda in by her waist.

The younger woman’s fingers slip into red tresses,“ but it was a dumb decision,” she groans again,“ and I miss her. It’s been weeks Nat.” 

God did she know it. She hated not seeing you as much as she use to it. And silently vowed to never take your presence for granted again. That is whenever she can bask in it again.

“I know and I miss her too but we can’t force her to spend time with us.” Natasha says, watching as her girlfriend crawls on to the bed and curls into herself. 

She grumbles something that Natasha doesn’t hear. So the ex-assassin wraps herself around Wanda, pulling her close and resting her chin on the woman’s shoulder,“ speak up lyubov.” 

“Since when is spending time with us forced?” 

Your relationship with the women was a strong one. Having met years ago when Pepper and Tony hired you to photograph their wedding(post Tony’s snap). 

The women were taken with the simplicity of your life and were amazed with the work you did. Just as much as you were taken with the complexity of theirs and equally amazed at their work.

It was on a whim that you contacted them to hang out, a simple lunch “date” as you’d said. And your friendship with them grew from there. To the point where you spent almost every free night you all had, together. Eventually they became the two people you could tell anything to and you trusted them with your life and vice versa, except their feelings branched past friendly. 

Still they never imposed that on you. In fact you had no idea.

Before either woman can could continue their phones buzzed. Another notification from you. 

Excitedly Wanda opens it, hoping it’s you saying you’ll come over anyway. That excitement quickly switches to dread.

The audio message plays, your cries and screams blaring in the quiet of their bedroom. Accompanied by the horrid thuds and obvious slapping sounds.

Neither woman had moved so fast in their lives. Springing from the bed(Natasha equipping her Widow’s Bites) and leaving their home. They take the familiar route to your house and waste no time going inside, as quietly as possible so as not to enrage your attacker. 

“-me for them? As if they could give you something I haven’t!” The gruff shouts of a familiar voice makes Wanda freeze in her position pressed against the kitchen wall.

Your followed cries shatters her heart. 

“Please stop. Please.” 

“You disgust me.” He spits.“ I knew there was something was wrong with you but being gay-”

Whatever he says next is distorted and cut off by the volts now running through his body. 

Still in a state of fear, you flinch away from Natasha when the woman reaches you. And seeing how fragile and beaten you were angered and hurt her beyond belief. 

She shoots another Widow’s Bite at the man before kneeling beside you. 

“Y/n, hey,” her voice is softer than it’s ever been,“ milaya I need you to come with us. I’m not going to hurt you, ever.” 

E/c, tear filled eyes, look into green and you’re washed with a sense of security. In her eyes you’re reminded of the greatest love you’ve ever felt. It’s always been there but it matters now more than ever. 

With a nod from you, Natasha helps you up and passes you over to Wanda. You miss whatever it is they say, just overly aware of the pain from your forming bruises. 

Wanda eases you into the backseat, scooting in herself, and pulling you into her arms. Sobs wrack your body that make tears well in Wanda’s eyes. She does her best to calm you, whispered assurances of your safety and worth breaking through your cries. 

Getting from your house to their home is a blur. You feel as if you’re flowing in and out of consciousness even though you aren’t.

The severity of what happened weighs on you, making each blink feel like days of darkness, making your body feel empty despite your broken spirit inside it. 

You think and over think the situation. You blame yourself, feeling stupid for not recognizing that this is the kind of man he is. You hate yourself for sticking with him, having thought he’d return to the charming man he was when you’d first met.

His verbal abuse was one thing, not acceptable but not physical. You shouldn’t have stuck around for that and honestly had you left him when it began you never would’ve been in this position. 

How could I have been so stupid? So weak?

Natasha’s eyes snap to yours at the mumbled words.

Words you apparently thought out loud. 

The red head kneels in front of you in an instant and her hands gently squeeze the unbruised parts of your arms.

“You are far from weak and stupid.” Her words are stern, the hate in them directed to the man that made you feel that way, and the assurance in them for you.“ He is the weak one. He is the stupid one. Do not blame yourself for this Y/n.” 

Seeing tears roll down the flawless cheeks of the ex-assassin stirs something in you. Feelings that you’d just recently begun to understand. And the returning presence of the woman’s girlfriend makes them all the more prevalent.

Fingers wringing together, you tell them what had happened,“ I was breaking up with him.” Both sets of green eyes widen.“ I told him that I had developed feelings outside of our relationship, feelings for my best friends, and he lost it.” Your fingers clench around each other,“ he told me my feelings were wrong, that it was disgusting-”

You don’t have to continue because they know. 

What they heard going into your house makes sense now. He was shouting about them. 

You have feelings for them.

The warmth of the arms that surround you make more tears splash down to your hands. Hands that are pulled apart and encased in the warmth of Natasha’s hands. 

She shares a look with the younger girl behind you, who’s arms hold you close.

Both of them dreamt of this moment. Dreamt of you confessing your feelings to them but they hate that it came about this way. And while there is nothing they can do about what has already happened, they can ensure that it never does again. At their hands or anyone else’s.

“You’re safe with us,” Wanda whispers into your ear, body hugging you closer as her chin rests on your shoulder,“ we love you.” 

“And we will never, ever hurt you.” Natasha adds, moving to sit at your side to wrap her arms around you and Wanda. 

Despite the events of a mere few hours ago, you feel safe, you feel at home, all because you’re in their arms. 

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[queenieloveswriting]

Little orange bottles

A/N unedited little thing from a while ago, found loads of bits in my notes on my phone read this and though id post it let me know your thoughts ////hella old ngl sounds like shit srry ladsssss xoxoxoxoxooxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxTW--Abuse//Blood//Bad thoughs ig sorry not good w warnings sorry if this triggers anhyone 

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Your alarm rang through the room for what seemed to be the fifth time this morning.It was now 6:30am and school began in two hours unlike the majority of students in kildare county you enjoyed school and, your (only) friend pope definitely made it worthwile.You both loved school,people like his friends jj and John b didn’t like school.

Why are you awake at 6:30 again?....right!

You look over to yourself in your mirror and glance at your schedule sticky taped to the corner; 

*DAISYS SCHEDULE*

6:30-wake up

6:45-shower

7:00-get ready

7:20-read

7:50-breakfast/pillz 

8:00-head to Heywards

Obeying the list, you hopped into the shower and got yourself prepared for the day, brushing your teeth washing your face and applying a light amount of makeup. A tinted moisturiser, clear mascara and brow gel, In attempt to tame your wild hair you collected into a cute messy ponytail, breaking three hair bands in the possess. Putting your glasses on you choose your outfit, due to the heat you opted for something casual, a blue denim skirt with a black crop top and a oversized blue flannel top  covering  just to the bottom of you skirt 

You went downstairs and packed some fruit into your bag. Opting to take your breakfast as today's lunch, knowing Mrs. Heyward would invite you in for ‘leftovers’ from their breakfast. Shouting  goodbye to your mum who was no doubt still in bed exhausted from her night shift.

Running out the door grabbing your phone, headphones and favourite book ‘to kill a mockingbird’. I plugged in my headphones playing my ‘reading playlist’ and read as i walked up to heywards,occasionally looking up so I don’t walk into any unwanted attention. The third time checking your surroundings you realise you made it to popes in record time, because his mom came out ushering you and him in in for ‘leftovers’ .Pope rolled his eyes sending you   a silent apology. You didn’t mind though she was more a mother to you than your actual blood.

“Hey nerd "pope greeted you pushing your glasses up your nose 

“Hey geek” you replied, slapping his hands away, he pulled you into a quick hug and followed h8im and his mum into the kitchen.

“Whatcha reading this time?”he asked making you laugh slightly “Harper lee my friend” you replied  holding up your book as he rolled his eyes “why am I not surprised ,you know the book doesn't change right every time you read it "he asked playfully “I know pope, but it’s a classic and i don’t have enough to get a new book until my shift next week so I’m not complaining “you sassed

“Yeah you're know that I’ve said you can borrow my books anytime “he asked

“Yeah but you won’t let me write notes in the margins pope! "you explained “because what about MY notes “he exclaimed and you both erupted into laughter.God,you're such geeks you mentally sighed.Mrs.Heyward scolded at us both for arguing and gave us some pancakes and fruit.

Mr.Heward barged through the doors shouting about some ‘arrogant snotty kook man’ and turned around shily when he heard you and pope laughing. "daisy hey sweetheart you need me to save you or you alright?” he asked, referring to his wife’s overwhelming mothering. You shook your head quietly declining his offer, smiling you replied “no sir it's fine, "you laughed "Heyward you need any help with deliveries?” you asked hopeful as you needed to buy some things for school. Being a pogue you tended to have to fend yourself, plus it gave you something to do. “Sure do doll, tomorrow morning,7 sharp you’n’my boy can help out and pope make sure you ask that Maybank if he's helping out too, need to know who goes so y'all come back alive”he joked”thank you sir”you shouted as he was halfway out the door.Turning back round to pope “maybank?” you asked, raising your eyebrow hinting you had absolutely no idea who he was talking about,”my friend jj you know the blonde who gets into all the fights i told you about”he answered and you nodded,still searching for an answer ”he's coming tomorrow?” you quizzed “yeah probably,plus i think it's about time you met my friends they all think i made you up”he laughed”c'mon we've gotta eat then go”

As if on queue Mrs Heyward shouted at you from across the hall telling you to eat before it got cold.After scoffing your breakfast down,it was time to leave.After regular smothering from your second mother you left.

“Sorry about them”he mumbled 

“It’s fine it’s nice having the whole parents as parents thing you know”you said .Pope knew about your mom not being around or well really a mom.He said you could come round whenever assuring his parents you were just friends,they loved you.

He nodded”you know your welcome whenever”he said and you nodded again

“Yeah but anyways how you feeling today about mrs.spiky hairs test smartass”you joked “we gon ace it y'all ready know her tests are easy”he dragged 

“True I’ve got all a’s every time”you smirked 

“Yeah same but to be fair even my friend John b could pass them and he didn't know that there were two different there’s until junior year so....”

You laughed “wait I though that jj was the the dumb one”you asked “there both delinquents but gotta love em.I’m brains of the operation anyways it’s my thang ”he sang causing you to laugh at the way he pinched his shirt and pingged it brushing dirt of his shoulders “you should come to the party tonight and meet them if you want?”he asked and you shook your head “i dont know pope,party’s and me aren’t really a good thing you know how my anxiety gets in groups”you said and he nodded “i know it’s fine don’t worry about it but offers there when you want you could even come out just us on the pouge if you wanted “he offered “they really wanna meet me?”you asked “well they wanna meet MY competition “he challenged “not really a competition there bud” you teased patting his shoulder “but I’ll think about it yeah?”you offered “sounds good and here we are” you turned facing each other then back at the school making your way inside.

“Hey i told jj I’d meet with him just before first  lesson give him his homework see you there”you gave him a confused look “they go here?”he laughed “yeah didn’t i tell you”you shook your head no “sorry see you in 10 nerd”he waved “in 10 geek”you repli,ex

Waiting for class to start,you set up outside your classroom and put your headphones back in continuing your book. The vibration of the bell and stampedes of teenagers scurry to their first lesson , you ended up waiting for pope who practically ran down the hall and laughed when your eyes met.

 You went in taking your seats next to each other this happened up until break. then lunch you’d go to all your lessons together hang out at break,being antisocial in the library, but at lunch he’s always go off,with the pogues you assume,now knowing they go to your school.At lunch you go outside and walk to the bleachers and sit reading basking in the sun.

After your  last lesson with pope you both headed home together dropping him off at heywards halfway.

“Mom I’m home”you shouted slamming the door dropping the keys on the sideboard .After no reply you expected her to be at work so you got started on your homework so you could”relax” on the weekend.

It was now 6:30,and pope texted you telling you the party started at seven and the offer was still up before you could reply,you heard your door slam shut and you ran downstairs hoping you could talk to your mum,and catch up.

You see her figure reach for a cupboard that hasn’t been opened in years  left. this was bad.

“Hey mama how was work”you asked with a shaky breath 

She glared swigging the bottle 

“You know what sweetie “she spat “Mama don’t have to go to work an more you wanna know why because i got fired from work apparently they couldn’t handle me anymore,took to many people on,so sweetie work was fucking awful OK”she shouted 

“Oh mum I'm sorry what are you going to do i mean i think the heyw--“

“Oh shut up you’re so pathetic you know,I mean you inside on a Friday night? should you be out like a normal teenager huh?god”she scoffed 

“What mom I-“by now half the bottle was empath,being drank with such desperation 

“I’ll get another  job I’ve already got the heywards they can give me more time and an I-I’ll  get a side job we’ll be fine w-we have dads money too”

“Sont talk about hijm!It’s your fault your father left you fucking incompetent piece of shit you make everyone want to leave,no wonder you have no friends. I mean look at you your pathetic  you know these people in your books there not real DAISY god why can’t you just be normal you drove everyone away.this is your fault”

Tears were now threatening your eyes,but as you looked into the person infront of you,you didnt see sadness,you saw anger,you saw red. 

“Mum Im sorry i-ill-“

Before you could say anything she downed the rest of the bottle and threw it at you.glass smashing everywhere cutting you up.your whole arm started to bleed as you cried out in pain your mum hit you,ran out and slammed the door shut.

she hit you.hit you.you ran upstairs not bothering to protect  your arm wrapping  it up in an old shirt.you needed your best friend,you didn't have many friends but he was yours you knew that nothing anyone said could change your friendship 

So you called him running out of your house in todays clothes covered in blood like you’d been in a fucking horror movie 

“Heyyy daisy you change your mind”he answered the phone 

“Hey pope I-I need some help my mom a-are you still at a-at the p-party”you stuttered 

“Woah woah breathe daisy where are you I’ll come get you okay”

“I’m near the boneyard you still there I-I’m sor-ry f-for calling i didn’t kn—“

He cut you off “no shut up it’s fine where are you,are you hurt what happened?”

“My arm s-she h-hit b-bottle “

“Fuck where are you daisy “

“Oh-oh my god there’s so many people here”you were sure you were having a panic attack by now,-you could barely breathe

“Wait daisy I-i see you I’m coming okay wait there”

“O-okay”

Hanging up the phone you were now just balling your eyes out in pain and hurt. You curled up into a ball only looking up when you  could hear pope shouting in the distance.

“Shit daisy”he shouted 

“I’m sorry I didn’t know where to go,my mum she she my arm I- I”

Pope wasn’t unfamiliar to your panic attacks,usually being  the one to calm you from them,/

“Daisy breath okay”he stroked your hair making you look into his eyes 

“What happened “he asked and you showed him your arm “shit daisy that’s close to a main artery your losing loads of blood C'mon let’s get you cleaned up back at the chateau “you just nodded following him his hand holding yours hiding you from the people as you walked past. Arriving at a group of people probably his friends,the pogues,. As your vision begins to go hazy you think that maybe your mum was right you are pathetic .He was out on a Friday night ,I looked like the whole damn school was here.he has his life maybe he didn’t want to be your friend maybe he didn’t want to just hurt you .realizing you were fading out he shook you “shit daisy no no no “he cursed“John b keys I need the keys”you heard him say and they were saying something about him getting some “dude shut up this is daisy she’s hurt “you heard him say and all of them looked at you,but you couldn’t bring your eyes too meet them.Soon enough pope was dragging you away and towards a shack,the chateau.

He dragged you inside and you were sitting on the Island In the kitchen/living room,this was a home.

where was your home now?.

“Here lemme see ''he pulled your arm and started to work. It didn’t surprise you he was so good at this he was always good at first aid but this?

Lucky it wasn't on a actual artery but the blood made it look worse,acknowledging the fact you'd been so quiet,he spoke up “hey D look at me “he said pointing your chin up,looking at you straight in your eyes”what happened,when your ready”he asked.As your breathing steadied,you began to speak “my mom,she got back from work sh-she just lost her job a-and”you stuttered,pausing to collect your breathe 

“hey it’s okay take your time okay”he calmed you”she hasn’t drank since..”you stopped and he looked in your eyes.Pope knew all about your dad,leaving you when you were about to go into junior year,you never knew why but one day he was their next he wasn’t,pope helped you through it,when you began to get closer.

“Your dad?”he answers for you 

You nodded

“She said that it-it was my fault that he left and that she lost her job an”you gulped,recomposing yourself“How I push everyone away and that’s why I have no friends I mean let’s face it”laughiing a breathy laugh “she’s right”popes head snapped up “Daisy!you have me,D its okay I’m you best friend and you know she’s wrong okay now this is going to hurt”he assured you,before you could ask questions your arm burned up from the straight alcohol he’d put on your arm “FUCK POPE SHIT WARNING PLEASE FUCK”you shouted and he laughed,frowning when he came too “Sorry,shit this is bad daisy,like really bad,I dont know what to do,I can just wrap it up But ii think you should go to the hospital“he said and before you could fight,a deep voice filled the room.

“What the fuck is going on pope”curse from the back of the room.After observing the heaps of bloody tissues and your T-shirt laying next to you“What the fuck happened to her man,who is this?”he asked pope who looked up at you,asking the silent of’should i tell him’ you shook your head with pleading eyes 

Pity took over popes vision as he answered JJ’s question“Jj this is  daisy,daisy jj”he introduced you and you sighed,finally meeting the blue eyed boy with watery vision“hey,sorry we,urm, woke,you”you stuttered “oh i wasn’t sleeping princess”he winked causing you to furror your eyebrows at the boy you heard stories about ,following up to the elephant int he room.”what happened”he asked,re-observing your surroundings,eyes finally meeting your bloody arm “holy shit you gotta fucking c-cat or something”he demanded .Before you could awnser,a half naked girl stumbled out of his room,pouting

“oh you really weren’t joking when you said you weren’t asleep”you giggle then pope accidentally pressed to hard into your arm making you scream “fuck pope Jesus fucking shit”you cursed 

“Fuck I’m sorry but its clean and the plasters won’t do much but I’ll wrap it up anyways i still think you might have to go to hospital”you shook your head “no no no no  I can’t pope you know that”he sighed “look nerd you know where she cut look how close that is daisy okay” pointing to your bandaged arm jjs eyebrows furrowed in confusion

You tore away from his gaze to the the floors 

“Hey jj,what's taking so long sweets”his guest said,in a thick country accent causing him too sigh turning around going back into his room.You don’t know what he said but five minuets later she was storming out the rusted doors,huffing and puffing, and left and he walked back to you two 

“Sorry”you looked at him and his eyes softened.You were gorgeous and so innocent who would do this to you?.he asked himself”don’t be she was to Whiny anyways you saved me”you smiled ,slightly rolling your eyes at the player you'd been warned from.

“Daisy”pope snapped you back to reality “hospital?”

“Pope I can’t I-I’ll just go home and-“you babbled

”no no way you're not going back there daisy okay not if your moms like she is right now”he said under his breath in attempt to be secretive

“Your mom?”jj thought out loud and you just looked at him,mentally cursing yourself 

Ignoring the blondes “you know i can’t do that pope”you mumbled looking down. 

“Why”he snapped

“Because I live there pope”you paused,forgetting the blonde”you know and it’s not like this is new, you know it’ll blow over”you urged,trying to convince yourself 

“And what if i doesn't daisy”he quizzed” what are you going to do then”he asked causing you to freeze and stand in silence. 

You walked up and hugged him,stifling a sob.Skilfully dodging your arm,you let go of him and held his stare. 

“Pope,your my best friend, okay?Well my only friend. You know that, but you gotta understand why I’ve gotta go home,Besides, she’s probably not even in,she left straight after, she’s probably out okay”you insisted”I’ve got that job with you and your dad tomorrow I’ll see you okay”you insisted

After some silence he looked at you,”I’ll drive you home okay and if she’s there your coming back to mine”he hissed”You can crash in the couch like you did last time okay “he urged”let me just go talk to jj okay”he said leaving you in the kitchen ,now only realizing the blonde had left the room.After overhearing some not-so hushed whispers,pope came out followed by a blonde who carried an angered but also slightly pained expression that left you wondering what pope said in there.Did he tell him about your mum?

After snatching the keys from the side,where you left them,he led you guys into the van.You and pope got into the back and he and just hugged you there it was nice he calms you and you calm him .“Hey pope”you break the silence“Yeah”he returned“Sorry”you apologised“Stop”he spat.

You looked up to him,eyebrows arching up in confusion“What?”you pleaded,provoking him to roll his eyes and your tendency to apologise after any slight inconvenience“Doing it”he grumbled“Doing what”you urged,oblivious to what was annoying him“You always apologise,after everything”he answered letting out a slightly breathy laugh“Sorry”you laugh realising you already subconsciously apologised.“See what I mean”he tutted“Right but thank you”you pushed“Always nerd”he promised“Geek”you sassed,falling into a comfortable silence,enjoying who you considered your family now

“Hey daisy” he broke the silence

“Hm”you humed

“Did you take them today”he asked,you sighed

“I thought I’d be okay pope,i was i promise”you pleaded

“Daisy”he sighed

“I hate them pope,they make me feel so deflated,they make me feel  like a monster”you mumbled into his shoulder

“You have to take them daisy you know that”he scolded

“I’m know i Just”you paused

“I know”he cut in 

“I don’t want to be a monster anymore pope”

“Your not a monster daisy,i promise,you're amazing bub”he praised

Finally pulling up to your house,met with a cleaver driveway you turned back to pope who was checking for the same thing you were “see”you deflated”i'll be fine see you in the morning,7 sharp kids” you teases in his dad's warning tone 

“Daisy i still think you should come back to mine  i don't think you’ll b--”

You pleaded his anxious babbling with a kiss on the cheek”see you in the morning”you demanded and he sighed

You popped your head through to the front

“Thank you for the ride jj sorry about interrupting your night” you apologised and he smiled at you”no worries princess,we oughta be seeing you in daylight too though”he asked “maybe blondie”you winked giving pope one last hug before you made your way through the door,treading carefully,just to be safe.

#jj #jj outer banks #jj imagine #jj x reader #jj maybank #outerbanks #obx #obxfic #pope heyward #jj x y/n #jj x oc #pope x yn #pope x reader #pope x oc lovetriangle? #newfic #anypotential whatsoever? #I HAVE A PT2 BC IT WAS SO FFFFFING LONG #LMK IF U WANT IT

[liquor-and-intellect]

Clouded- Part 5

In which Jules might or might not have feelings for her best friend, Harry, who is getting engaged to another girl and everything just becomes… more complicated.

or

friends to lovers to enemies to lovers- it’s complicated

previous parts

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, HARRY EDWARD STYLES. SRRY FOR THE CONCERT CANCELLATION! Hope this maybe brightens someone’s day.

PART FIVE

After getting Harry's text, I ran to my mirror and pushed a brush through my hair. Why did I suddenly care what I looked like in front of him?

Disgusted with myself, I walked out of the bathroom, rolling my eyes at how fucking dumb I was acting.

After the other night at the club, my mind has been racing. I haven't been able to focus on my homework, or even the long lectures in class. Every time I remotely closed my eyes, I thought of Harry.

We ended things on such good terms the other night and I felt it was a sign—it was sign that things could actually work. I could actually push aside the idea that he would be mad at me about the pregnancy and we could be a family. An actual family.

The guilt that I let him kiss me when I haven't told him about the baby was still there in the back of my mind… And I tried unsuccessfully to suppress it.

Fifteen minutes after his urgent text, there was a short knock on the door before. It happened too quickly for me to process because then Harry Styles was standing in my living room—wide-eyed and captivating, making me dizzy with his presence.  

He let out a breathless laugh, as if he had been running. “You should keep that locked, Jules,” he said, his eyes trailing up my body and his voice like a silky nightgown clinging to my body.

I fought the urge to run to him and kiss him again.

“I knew someone was itching to come and see me, so I left it open,” I told him, watching the beautiful twinkle in his green eyes.

He let out a breath, closing the door behind him slowly before turning around to face me. “I need to tell you something,” he began, his eccentric booth clicking as he approached me.

I swallowed the lump in my throat. “Me too.” I had to tell him now. Now before I lost my nerve.

He nodded. “Me first,” he breathed, a smile forming on his lips.

I shook my head, holding my hands up to stop him. I couldn't lose my courage. “No, really. I need to tell you first,” I said urgently, I pleaded with my eyes hoping he would see how desperate I was to get this out.

Harry's smile grew bigger. “I just need to get this out, Jules. Listen,” he said, grabbing my face in his hands. Fuck, was a I sucker for his touch. “I trust you with my life-”

“Harry, please listen to me.”

“No. I need you to listen to me, love” he groaned. “I know you trust me too. I also know that we don't keep secrets from one another. So, I have to tell you this.”

“Harry-” I said more firmly.

Then, his phone ringing loud and obnoxious, halting our back and forth conversation.

He sighed, removing his hands from my now cold cheeks to pull his phone from his trousers’ pocket.

“I need to take this— it's management,” he said looking up to me like I would be angry for some reason. I needed a minute to breath any way.

I nodded, releasing a long breath and riding out the word, “okay” on my exhale.

He walked toward my bedroom. “I'll be right back. Then we will resume this conversation, little lady!” He kept his eyes on me, a light air to his gaze and a chuckle on his lips before he disappeared into my room, causing me to slump against the wall in exhaustion.

Harry's P.O.V

I sat in Julia's bathroom, listening to a producer give instructions for the next recording session and how I would need to a few creative ideas ready for next Friday. My leg was bouncing at the knee as I extended it from the edge of the bathtub. There was so much I needed to say to Jules right now that I couldn't waste my time listening to work problems. We had already wasted so much.

When he finally hung up, I put my phone away, taking a quick look in the mirror. There was a slight throb in my temple from lack of sleep from the night before accompanied by a new dark circle tucked in the crevices below my eyes. I hadn't eaten anything this morning either on my rush to leave my flat and I felt a headache arising. I wouldn't let anything ruin this day, though.

I opened up a cabinet glancing around to see if Jules had any aspirin. I found her toothbrush in the top one, so I moved to a bottom drawer. Looking down to see her hairbrush, I pushed it away to close it when something caught my eye.

A pregnancy test.

I could hear my blood pumping through my ears, when I reached down and picked it up. My eyes focused on the two positive lines.

“What the fuck,” I mumbled, shoving her hair bands around when two more white sticks came into my view. Shakily, my hands clasped around them and I felt my mind go blank at the repeating positive lines… mocking me.

Jules didn't—so these had to be... Those tests had to be hers and I was... There was no way though, we told each other everything. We promised to be truthful from now on. She wouldn't keep a secret like this from me.

Would she?

I felt my blood pulsing in my wrists as my hand clenched tightly around the plastic. She lied to me. She fucking lied to my face.

I swallowed a lump in my throat and walked out of the bathroom, my breathing irregular and harsh, catching itself on each intake on the lump arising in my throat.

…

Harry had been gone for at least fifteen minutes and the suspense was killing me.

As much as I had to tell him a part of me wanted to know what he was going to say before I blew it all. I just wanted to hear the words he was yearning to get out of him, maybe I wasn't alone in this. Maybe we were both drowning in the same ocean and maybe we could both go under together.

I knew once I told him though, that he wouldn't tell me. He would most likely cave in on himself for a couple of days, he would need time. Jeff had warned me about that, he told me I needed to be strong for him. Now, standing in my living room, hands wringing themselves nervously, I was as strong as I would ever be.

My head snapped up when I heard boots in the hall and I focused on a familiar silhouette underneath the doorway.

I don't give it a second of hesitation. “I really need to speak first-” I start but am cut off.

“Don't,” he spits, his eyes razors cutting through me and his voice just as sharp. “Don't you dare tell me one more fucking bullshit lie or I swear-” he laughs humorlessly “- I'm done. I will walk out of here and never have to see you again.”

My eyes widen and my heart skipping beats like pebbles. It wasn't pleasant either, painful and sharp and I was afraid that I would have a stroke right here in the middle of this. “Harry-” I don't know what I would have said, but it didn't matter.

“What is this?” he screams, his voice cracking like broken windows as he throws an object in the air and a thud sounding in front of me.

It was in slow motion that I looked down and saw the pearly pregnancy test at my feet.

No, no, no. This was all wrong. He wasn't supposed to find out like this.

“Harry, you don't understand,” I begged, urging him to hear the truth in my voice.

He shakes his head back and forth furiously. “No, you don't get to say that me.” A shaky hand raised to point at my trembling figure and I noticed in his tight grip are my other pregnancy tests. “Are you pregnant?” he asked, his voice catching on the word like it would destroy everything. And in that moment—I swear—it did.

I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath. This had to be a nightmare. “Yes, but listen-”

“It's not mine,” he cut me off. “you were sleeping with Elaine's cousin, weren't you? There's no way that's my kid, there's no way.”

“Sleeping with Elaine's cousin?” I repeated. “what kind of person do you think I am?”

He threw his hands up in the air, the other tests raining down on us like a twisted type of storm. “Apparently I don't know what kind of person you are at all! You lied to me!”

That hurt, but I tried to shove it aside. I needed him to see, to understand that he was looking at this the wrong way. “I was trying to find the right time to tell you! If you haven't noticed you've been busy planning a wedding— what was I supposed to do?”

“What were you supposed-” he raked his hands through his hair, looking desperately around the room. I've never seen him this livid. “You think- this isn't my child... There's no way.”

I scoffed, my anger flaring that he would suggest anything other. “Well no one else was shoving me up against walls in the past month!” I spit.

“Shut up!” he screamed, his hand flying to my lamp by the couch. A crash sounded as it hit the floor, the pieces busting into something so unrecognizable it could never be repaired. That lamp would never be the way it once was before it was swiped from its comfortable spot.

I flinched.

“Do you think I feel good about cheating on my fiancé'?” he asked.

I kept my eyes on the busted lamp, my mouth opening before I could stop it. “You had to have felt good about something because you kept coming back,” I muttered, the words sour as they spilled out and I immediately wanted to choke them back, press rewind and chose a different path that didn’t have us here.

Harry laughed, the sound echoing off these fragile walls. “I really don't know you anymore, Julia,” he spit.

I looked back up at him, because using my birthname against me hurt more than I anticipated. “You know me better than anyone else and you know that.”

He shook his head. “No, you just want to believe that.”

I raked my hands through my hair, pulling at my scalp in frustration. “I was going to tell you today, I swear.”

He snorted. “Yeah, I bet you were. I bet that was your plan this entire time.” His voice lifted a couple more notches. “I bet you wanted to knock yourself up so I couldn't go anywhere and I would have to ruin my relationship with Elaine.” I stopped breathing. “I'm not sticking around for whatever you have planned next,” he said venomously and pushed passed me to the door.

“Don't you dare walk out like this!” I screamed at him, in more desperation for him to hear me out than in actual anger. I wasn't so much as mad right now but hurt at how he could say these things to me. How did we get ourselves here?

“What do you want me to do?” He turned around on his heel to sharpen his hardened eyes on me. “You want me to play along with your game of house? You want me to drop everything for you and this baby all because you said please?” His voice that I loved so much, the one that ran silk up my spine now wrapped around my throat and threatened to choke me.

“I never said that, I just want you to hear me out,” I groaned.

His jaw twitched and I swore in that moment he hated me. He hated the sight of me and my voice and that single thought made me want to crawl under my bed and never come out again. “You had your chance to talk,” he snapped. “Apparently you're to coward to do that. Even if I ever would have dropped everything for you Julia, you just made sure that I never will want to do that again.”

“Stop!” I yelled at him. “Do you fucking hear yourself? This isn't you, Harry. You're just mad right now. Please, can we talk about this like adults?” Even if it was true, by the look on his face I knew I shouldn't have said it.

The veins in his neck strained like taut cords and his face twisted into something unrecognizable. “You don't get to do that,” he growled. “You don't get to act like you know me.”

I swallowed the lump in my throat.

His heavy breathing was the only sound filling the room, his eyes cutting through me like lasers.

“What am I supposed to do?” I cried finally. I was at a loss for any kind of ammunition I might have had. “This is your child as well as mine,” I said, exhausted. “What am I supposed to do?”

His eyes shifted a bit, I would almost say that they softened for a split second before changing back to the cold green that I was so unaccustomed to. “I don't know,” he said, looking away from me and his voice taking on a deadly calm. “Frankly, I don't care either.” He reached down to grab his jacket by the door. “I just hope you don't expect a wedding invitation in the mail,” he mumbled.

“Harry,” I gasped as if he had physically held fire to my skin and singed my flesh.

Harry turned, as if he was about to walk out the door, his head glancing back at me. “You know,” he said. “I didn't believe you when you said we were robbers… back at the club.”

I was silent.

“You were right, though.” His voice was hoarse. “You just took everything.” He slammed the door behind him before I could process what he just said.

The wind was knocked out of me. My lungs were collapsing and failing as my only way of breath pulled further and further from me.

I wanted to run after him, my brain was yelling at my limbs to get their shit together and move but they were frozen from lack of oxygen moving throughout my body. They were becoming more and more numb before I realized that I wasn't standing anymore, but rather falling and spiraling down into some where unknown.

The floor was hard as I landed on it, my ears buzzing erratically. A flash of red caught my attention as I glanced down and realized that my hand had fallen on a piece of a broken lamp. I couldn't feel the pain, I could just see it seeping from my core and I could only imagine how it must have felt. Because—right now—I was numb.

I was trembling, lying in a pile of broken glass. My vision failing as I recognized the symptoms of a panic attack. I crawled on the floor towards my purse where I kept the bottle of benzodiazepines, my hands throwing everything out and across the floor before clutching onto the bottle like an actual lifeline.

I couldn't get it open.

I pulled and twisted but my hands were too weak, they wouldn't properly grasp the edges the way they were meant too.

I screamed in frustration. All I needed was the pill, the pill that walked straight out of my life and out the door. He left me—he just left.

The bottle popped open and my hands shakily poured the bottle into my hand, all of them falling from my grasp onto wood. As I bent over on my knees in the glass, I was aware of the tears falling down my face to mix with my life on the floor.

Finally clutching one pill I pushed it past my lips and waited for the calming aid to kick in.

…

Harry's P.O.V

“You said what to her?” Jeff screamed, his eyes livid and his jaw tight. He stood defensively with his fists clenched.

“She lied to me!” I roared back, offended by his accusations. “She fucking lied to me, Jeff!”

Jeff took a deep breath, running his hands through his hair. “Harry, that doesn't excuse the fact that you basically called her worthless. Do you not fucking care for her that much?”

I scoffed. “Of course, I care for her,” I spat. I cared so much that it fucking tightened my chest.

He crossed his arms. “Then why did you say those things? Just to make her feel like nothing?”

I rolled my eyes. I don't know why I said those things. She made me so unbelievably mad that I had no control over the words pouring from my hurt.

After I had stormed out and drove around London for two hours, I found myself on Jeff's doorstep with red rimmed eyes and a pulsing headache. He knew. I don't know how. But he had nodded and opened the door wider for me to walk in with a simple, “did she tell you?”

I had collapsed on his couch, my head in my hands and told him the blur that was my memory of that morning. Every single knife I threw at her and the screaming at the top of my lungs that I had given. I was the lowest of the low when it came to my fight with Julia. No woman ever deserves to hear that… My mum would be ashamed.

“I don't know why I said that. It was like everything I had wanted to say came out wrong, I couldn't be reasonable,” I muttered, taking a seat in his chair in defeat.

He sighed. “It's your child, you know that, right?”

I swallowed a lump in my throat, looking at my feet. “Deep down I do,” I mumbled. “I just didn't want to believe it.”

He nodded. “She told me, you know?”

I looked up to him, seeing the way his eyes softened at the mention of her and the way he immediately defended her in our fight. While I was wondering around being a coward, I'm glad someone was there to push her through it— Jeff out of all people. Although, I couldn't mask the ounce of jealousy of Julia telling him her secrets like she used to tell me.

“I figured... But how- I mean when did you two get so close?”

He wrinkled his forehead in thought. “It was more of a coincident that we would run into each other than anything. She was mad about you one night and I stopped her from drinking like I used too- you know, out of pain.” He bit his lip. “Then she got sick, apparently some pregnant women just have these episodes where they throw up randomly, so I offered to take her home. Then when she was crying at the engagement party-”

“She was crying?” I asked my voice hoarse and my mouth frowning as I searched my memory of any indication of her tears that night. As usual, I had been too far up my own ass to notice.

He nodded. “Yeah, after her speech. I followed her when she rushed off and she was so stressed because you had been rude to her. I also think because guilt was eating her alive from seeing you with Elaine.” He leaned back into the couch, his eyes distant at the memory. “I had a pregnancy scare once when I was in college, so the signs were similar. She was sick and you guys had slept together a couple weeks before. So, I straight up asked Julia if she was pregnant and she just—you know, started sobbing. She hadn't told anyone at that point so it helped to get it out.”

“I'm such a fucking dick,” I grumbled, burying my face in my hands. “I wasn't there when she needed me the most.”

Jeff shook his head. “No. That wasn't when she needed you the most.”

I looked up at him.

“She needs you the most right now. She's carrying your baby, Harry. She needs you to help her through this, she can't do it alone and you know that.”

“What am I supposed to do, though?” I groaned. “How am I supposed to tell management and protect Julia from all the hate that everyone will send her? The fans love Elaine and they won't handle another woman carrying my child.” My child. The words sounded strange in my mouth.

Jeff shrugged. “Well… I’m kind of like management. I think we can work something out, H.”

There were a couple beats of silence.

“What are you going to do with Elaine?” he asked.

I fell back limp against the chair, sliding down so my legs were stretched in front of me. “I don't know, I don't really want to think about it. It's not like she liked Julia in the first place… she just tolerated her.”

“Really?” Jeff said sarcastically, as if this news surprised him. “She acts like such a snob around Julia.”

I eyed Jeff, not knowing if I was offended by that statement or not. “She's still my fiancé',” I said.

He rolled his eyes. “Don't remind me.”

The door opened from down the long hallway, the rattling of keys and sound of heels ticking on the floor. Glenne rounded the corner, her blonde hair in a high ponytail and sunglasses in hand. A smile adorned her pink lips when she saw me. “Hey, Harry-” she stopped short when she took in my appearance, a small “O” shaping her mouth.

Jeff shot her a small smile. “Hi, love,” he told her, his eyes melting like honey at the sight of his girlfriend. My heart hurt like a bitch at the sight of it. I had fucked everything up.

She looked at us cautiously, not knowing whether she was wanted in the conversation. “Is everything all right…?”

“Yeah, it's good,” I lied at the same time that Jeff snorted and said a blunt, “No.”

She eyed us curiously.

“You want a woman's advice?” Jeff asked.

I let out a long breath, ignoring him.

“Glenne, let's be honest. Do you like Elaine?” Jeff looked at her.

I snapped my eyes up to him.

Her eyes grew wide, not knowing how to answer with me in the room. I groaned. “Go ahead, be honest,” I told her, waving my hand.

Glenne pulled her lips into her mouth. “No, not really,” she answered. “she flirts with Jeff a lot.”

My eyebrows shot up. “She what?” I asked incredulously.

“And with Mitch and Adam and Niall....” she continued, looking at me sadly.

I let my face fall into my hands. Did I even have a right to be upset?

“Do you like her, Harry?” Jeff asked.

I was almost about to answer with an involuntary “of course I do” but I stopped myself. I had to think. “A part of me loves her, but I don't particularly like her,” I mumbled, realization stinging like a slap to the face.

Glenne walked all the way into the room, taking a seat next to Jeff.

“A part of you loves her?” Jeff repeated.

I nodded, the words coming to me for the first time. “I did love her... I really believe I did. She was a different person when we met. It's almost as if she's the piece of me that's expected. Everyone wanted me to marry her, to be with her. And I love her for that... for being what I needed at that time of my life but... People change.” When I finished talking, I look up to see Glenne and Jeff looking at each other knowingly.

“What are you two looking at each other about?” I snapped.

She put her hands up in defense. “I didn't say anything,” she responded, a smile on her lips.

I could feel her eyes on me as she gauged my reaction. I knew what she was smiling about and I really didn't want her to be smiling about that.

“It's a lot more complicated than that,” I muttered.

…

The next day was a blur. Waking up by the afternoon, there was a moment of silence before shame swallowed me whole, drowning my chest, lungs and head in an overwhelming guilt. All that I said—all that I maliciously threw at her – I knew it would hurt. Yet, I still said it. I was absolutely disgusted with myself that I could barely eat all day.

I knew I needed to talk to her... But I couldn't. A piece of me was still holding onto the anger that she lied to me and I felt the betrayal of it hit me once again.

I sulked around my flat all day, dragging myself from my bed to my couch and to the bathroom. Only to return back to the couch and sulk a bit more. I was pitiful and lost and stupid and completely and utterly angry.

When the clock hit 7:30 that evening and I felt my eyes drifting close, I heard the front door open, Elaine's loud voice chirping into her phone.

“Harry!” she called and I glanced up at her, knowing the purple circles nestled below my red eyes had to speak for themselves.

“Are you okay?” she asked, glancing down at her phone to type a message.

I sighed. “Yeah,” I lied. “just dandy.” I knew I should tell her about Julia, but I needed this limited amount of time to gather my thoughts and emotions. There was no telling that I wouldn't blow up and break another lamp again.

Her eyes brushed over me for a second. “Okay, good,” she said, reaching in her bag to pull out a folder. “I wanted to tell you that I decided on the wedding colors and venue.”

I rolled my eyes, sinking back into the couch and pulling my arm over my face to shield my sensitive irises from the light she turned on.

“I think pink will be a really nice color. Especially if you wear a pink bow tie and get the boys to wear them too.”

I groaned.

“Are you listening to me?” she demanded and I didn't have to open my eyes to know her hand was on her hip.

I took a deep breath, stringing out my patience. “Oh, yeah. I'm listening alright.”

Elaine's heels clicked as she walked further into the living room and the slap of papers sounded as I imagined her throwing the folder on the glass table.

“Also, for the wedding reception will you sing a song for me? You know, like make it look like a surprise.”

I ran my hands down my face. “You know, Elaine, I really don't want to talk about this right now, okay? I've had a rough day,” I snapped.

She cocked an eyebrow. “You've had a rough day?” she said, her voice icy. “Try planning a wedding all by yourself.”

I pushed myself up to sitting position. “If you would have put it off for a couple more months, maybe it wouldn't be that bad and I could actually have a moment to breathe.”

She crossed her arms. “If I remember correctly you were so eager to get it to be sooner for some unknown reason.”

I was quiet. The date had been moved up because of my nagging to Elaine. I was afraid that I had made a mistake with Julia and all my emotions had been at a boiling point. Kind of like now.

“I don't want to talk about it,” I grumbled.

She threw her hands up in exasperation. “Can you at least tell me what you think of the venue?”

“Why does it matter?” I asked. “It's not like you'll consider my opinion.”

“That's because you have a tacky opinion.” She rolled her eyes.

I raised an eyebrow at her. Pushing myself to my feet, I walked into the hallway and shoved my feet into my black boots.

“Where do you think you're going?” she demanded, running to keep up with me.

“Out.”

My arms slid through the holes of my jacket as I opened the door and grabbed my keys.

“But I just got home,” she said and with my back to her I could still see the same fucking hand on her same fucking hip.

I rolled my eyes. “And now I'm leaving,” I snapped back equally as forceful as her. She was pushing me past my breaking point.

With a closed door separating us, I took a long and deep breath.

***

Julia's P.O.V

I hadn't been able to sleep.

My anxiety was running high as I forced myself to get up and perform normal daily tasks. Brush my hair, make a light breakfast, study, try to watch TV. It was so difficult when I turned and everything reminded me of Harry and when I thought of Harry I thought of our fight which made me want to swallow myself within my own guilt.

Never in my entire life had I seen him that angry. He usually was the calm one, if I got angry he was there to rub my shoulder and tell me to look at the reasonable side of the situation. He had always been that way- he had always been my rock.

After that night... After our argument I didn't know where that left us—or what was left of us. Something felt final when he closed the door, separating us in so many different ways. I had to force myself to not think that he had left me behind because then I'd have to take more anxiety pills to calm my racing heart. Even when we had first marked our relationship with that fatal night, there was still the love between us. There was that friendship that couldn't be ruined with a couple mistakes and mixed signals.

Now I wasn't so sure.

I turned the station on the television, hoping to find something decent to occupy my mind. Jeff had texted me earlier, asking how I was doing- I assumed Harry had told him everything- I couldn't force myself to respond though.

Just when a new episode of a stupid sitcom that I couldn't care less about came on, there was a pounding at my door.

I glanced at the clock. It was 11:30 at night.

Maybe it was Jeff?

I could feel my doubt as I got up to continuing knocking. Whoever was there seemed extremely impatient.

I almost choked on my breath when the squeaking hinges of my door sounded as I pulled it open.

“Harry,” I breathed. So many thoughts raced through my head. What was he doing? Was he going to yell at me again? Cuss me out?

That's when I took in his haggard appearance. Blood-shot eyes, messed up hair and purple halfmoons underneath his bottom lashes. His breath blew out clouds from the frigid London air, his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his black parka, his collar pulled up to protect his neck.

His nose wrinkled. “It's...cold,” he slurred, his tongue painting the words together.

My eyebrows rose in surprise. “Are you drunk?” I asked.

Pushing passed me, he rolled his eyes. “You act like your surprised,” he muttered.

A/N: Tried not to end this on SUCH a bad note. But I’m sorry. 

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Truth or Dare, Part 2

Ben Hardy x OC (original character)

Summary: Ben and Jane have been friends since they were eleven years old. They’ve shared secrets, their sorrows and happiness, but there is something they have never confessed to each other - and it’s their love.

Warnings: language (i curse a lot, so yeah, be ready), bullying, angst, mentions of suicidal behavior

A/n: here’s part 2! it’s a kind of slow burn, so...yeah. it’s also long again. enjoy!! (i do not own any gifs, credits to the owners uwu). excuse my mistakes, srry, i’m really dumb haha  btw, Ben’s real last name is Jones, in case you didn’t know (k thx it’s enough of the author’s note i guess)

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you’re my best friend.

“You alright?” Ben lightly touches Jane’s arm and it sends shivers down her spine. She’s not alright with him touching her like that.

She shrugs her shoulders just to seem indifferent and turns to the window. “I will be, when I have those chicken nuggets”. She hears him chuckle, but it doesn’t make her smile. She has all these memories running through her mind and she can’t stop thinking. This pain reminds her of an old one, the scars of which are still fresh.

Ten years ago.

The laugh and insults were echoing in Jane’s mind as she was standing in the school hall, completely startled and shattered. She felt her heart breaking into million pieces when she saw Leah standing next to Naomi Frasier, who was victoriously sneering. Leah was standing there, and she was laughing at Jane. Everyone were laughing, loudly and disdainfully.

Jane felt like dying right there, in the hall, where people were coming near her, just to laugh and throw pictures in her face. Dying felt like the best option.

She heard a voice calling her from a huge distance. All voices actually merged in some mixture of sounds, and she couldn’t tell whether they were all real or just in her head.

“Jane!” The voice was getting louder and louder. Jane turned her head and saw her best friend, Jazminne, clasping her wrist. “Jane, please”, she looked at her pitifully, “let’s leave”.

Jane frowned, not quite realizing what Jazminne was saying. “Leave?” she mouthed.

Suddenly Jane felt a pinch on her left shoulder. After slowly turning her head, she almost bursted into tears. “Leave?” said Naomi, who was now standing near her. “Oh no, dear Jenny, you can’t leave. The party’s just started!” Naomi’s laugh was disgusting and ugly, but it brought Jane to her senses immediately. It also made her realize what had just happened.

What a bitch.

“Leave her the fuck alone, Naomi”, Jazminne let go of Jane’s wrist and came closely to the girl. “You’ve done enough; you’ve had your fun, now just stop”. Naomi was a bit shorter than Jazminne, who wasn’t actually really tall too – but Frasier still looked like a child compared to Gardner.

Naomi let out a laugh. “The problem is, Gardner, that I still want to have more fun. And also restore justice”. She looked at Jane. “We do not tolerate any immorality in our school. And that’s exactly what she’s been doing”, Naomi pointed at Jane.

God, she was angry. Jane looked at Jazminne’s hair, just not to look at Naomi’s obnoxious face. She clenched her hands so tightly that her nails were digging in the soft skin of her palm. How much do you have to hate someone to do something like that?

“Immorality?” Jazminne raised her brows. “Are you fucking kidding me, Frasier? What’s immoral about that?”

“You even wonder?” Naomi seemed to be genuinely surprised. “If a man also lie with mankind, as he lieth with a woman, both of them have committed an abomination: they shall surely be put to death. Their blood shall be upon them”.

“Are you seriously quoting the Bible right now?” Jazminne couldn’t believe her ears.

When Jazminne opened her mouth to say another thing, she was suddenly interrupted. “How the fuck is it about me?”

Naomi seemed to be puzzled by Jane’s comment; she didn’t expect her to speak at all. She looked at Jane and then sneered. Again.

“It’s the same thing. Men being with men is as equally gross as women being with women. It’s just not natural”.

“Against the laws of Mother Nature, right?”

“Glad you understand that, Chinny”.

Silence covered the whole hall as Jane continued speaking. “I don’t, actually. I don’t understand why would you take pictures of me kissing and making out with Leah and then humiliate me. I don’t understand why you make it look like I’ve killed someone. I haven’t harmed anyone but myself. I don’t, and I can’t understand that. I’m not sure I ever will”. Tears were burning Jane’s cheeks as she stormed out of the hall, and then out of the school. Jazminne gave Naomi a death stare that could kill Frasier right then and there, ripped one picture from the wall and ran after Jane.

She was out in the street, standing in the cold April rain and crying. She was hurt, so deeply and horribly, that she felt like she couldn’t live with it. She had never been hurt like that.

“Jane, come on”, Jazminne put her hand on Jane’s shoulder. “Let’s leave. You’ll get sick”.

“Maybe I’ll die after that”. She could barely speak as her teeth were chattering.

“Don’t say that”.

Jane looked at Jazminne and bit her lip, trying to stop herself from weeping. “Come on, Jane. Let’s go home”.

After a moment Jane was sitting in Jazminne car, trying to warm herself up. She was doing it unintentionally – because in reality all Jane wanted was to freeze in the street and die quickly.

“Do you want to talk?” Jazminne said before starting the car. Jane shook her head and turned to the window. Jazminne let out a deep sigh. These fifteen minutes just won’t be easy, she thought, they will be silent and sad. And they were indeed.

When the car stopped at the Chinny’s house driveway, Jane almost flew out of the car. Jazminne took a deep breath and followed her best friend.

Jane was quick to find the keys in her bag. Jazminne just took one step into the house, when Jane was already running up the stairs. Jaz was rushing after her; she was constantly thinking that Jane might do something to herself. Something terrible. She couldn’t let that happen.

She came into Jane’s room and saw her lying on the bed, loudly crying. She was weeping. With her face buried in pillows and her muffled sobs, Jane looked as wretched as ever. Jazminne was on the verge of crying herself. She couldn’t bear seeing her best friend suffering. “Janey”, she tried to hide the trembling in her voice, “Janey, please, talk to me. I will do anything to help you”.

Jane raised her head and looked Jazminne straight in the eyes. Her face was fully red from crying, and she was angry. “What you’re gonna do, Jaz?” her voice sounded bitter. “How you’re gonna undo everything? There is no way to fix that”, she said resting her head on the pillow, “Nothing can be done. I’m going to be bullied even more. Now for my sexuality”, she let out a sad chuckle, and her eyes were filled with tears again. Jazminne sighed deeply and sat down on the floor, in front of Jane’s bed.

“Look, you’ve got to tell me what happened between you and Leah. So that Emily and I could start plotting the revenge plan”.

“I don’t want that”.

“What do you want us to do, then?”

Jane looked at her. “To leave me the fuck alone, Jaz. That’s all I want now”.

Jazminne nodded and silently left her friend’s room; while closing the door, she heard Jane sobbing once again.

She didn’t know what to do. She and Emily weren’t of great use and Emily especially, with her sneezing and coughing right now. Calling Jane’s parents weren’t an option either – Jane probably hadn’t come out to them yet; so it would be difficult to explain all of it to them at once. It was one way. Jazminne didn’t quite like it, but he would be certainly of great help.

She ran downstairs; it took her a couple of minutes to take the phone in her hands and find Jones’ home number. It was the first time in Gardner’s life when she was praying for him to pick up. “Hello”, Jaz let out a breath of relief, when she heard his raspy, sleepy voice.

“Ben, it’s Jazminne. I need you to come to Jane’s house. She’s in trouble. I’m afraid she might do something to herself”.

In ten minutes Ben was already knocking on the front door; not loud enough for Jane to hear it, though.

“What happened?” he whispered, when Jazminne locked the door after him.

“Naomi ‘outed’ her”, Jaz said quietly. “In front of the whole school”.

Ben looked too confused, and Jaz had a sudden desire to punch him in his stupid face. “Gardner, I have no fucking idea what ‘outed’ means”. Jazminne sighed.

“She’s bisexual”. Jaz was quite for a moment. “So Naomi found that out and revealed it to everyone at school, without Jane’s permission. That’s what ‘outed’ means”.

Ben closed his eyes and sighed. What the fuck? “Did you know about that?” he asked that, obviously hiding the real question which was “Did she tell you?”

“Emily and I only assumed, never asked her directly”, Jazminne shrugged. “You had no idea, had you?”

Ben shook his head. “Feels like a brand new world”, he mumbled, heading upstairs. “You staying?”

“Yeah”, Jaz answered. “Just in case”.

Ben nodded and went to Jane’s room; he was puzzled, confused, startled. Jane was bi? How come he had never noticed that? How come he had never asked? How come she had never told him?

He quietly knocked on her door. There was no answer. He knocked again.

“Go away”. Her voice sounded sharply; but Ben knew she was just hiding her pain under that. He opened the door and came in.

Jane sat down on the bed, tightly hugging her pillow; her face was as red as the shirt Ben was wearing, her makeup completely ruined and her hair was a mess. But she, somehow, looked ridiculously beautiful to Ben.

“The fuck you doing here?” she said, looking at him.

“T’s a warm welcome”.

“I don’t want to see you”. She turned her head and started starring at the wall. Ben knew she did that only to hide her tears.

“Yes, you do. You always want to see me”, he sat down on the bed, facing her.

“Not now”, she answered and bit her lip. Jane took a deep breath and that was the moment Ben understood what he had to do. He moved closer to her and touched her hand gently.

“Come here”.

Jane finally pulled her eyes of the wall and looked at Ben. It seemed to him that he could see the world in her eyes.

“No, or I’ll cry again. I don’t want to cry anymore, Ben”, she whispered, covering her face with her hands. Ben was fast enough to put his arms around her and pull her closer. He felt his heart beating too fast, and it made him a bit nervous. But it wasn’t as much important at that moment as Jane, who was sobbing into his chest, while clinging to the back of his shirt. She needed that, she needed a good cry. She also needed someone to hold her close, running their fingers through her hair and quietly whispering, “It’s okay”. Ben was that someone; and Jane didn’t need anybody else. Just her best friend. 

They both didn’t know how much time passed before Jane stopped crying; she slowly pulled away from Ben, wiping her cheeks and breathing heavily. “I ruined your tee-shirt”, she sniffled, “sorry ‘bout that”.

“Got plenty of ‘em”, Ben looked at her. “Stop apologizing”.

In fact, he couldn’t stop looking at her. He felt a sudden necessity to wipe her tears away with his thumb and then kiss her. That desire sent shivers down his spine and made Ben swallow nervously; he couldn’t understand why he was thinking like that about his best friend.

“Thanks”, she said quietly, looking at him. Ben’s heart was ready to jump out of his chest. Why’s it happening to me?

“Don’t even mention it”. Jane took a deep breath and for a moment Ben was scared she was going to cry again; but she just swallowed and looked back at him.

“Did Jaz tell you anything?”

“Only that Naomi ‘outed’ you”, Ben was going to continue speaking, but Jane interrupted him.

“What’s ‘outed’?”

Ben let out a chuckle. “Means she told everyone you’re bisexual without your consent. I didn’t know either what it means either”. Jane’s cheeks flushed and Ben, once again, saw her eyes filling with tears. He took her hand in his and gently squeezed it. “Jane, you can tell me. I won’t ever judge you”.

She looked at him and sighed deeply. Ben felt her hand shaking. “I was going to tell you, I just…just…couldn’t”, she stuttered, as she felt the oxygen leaving her whole body; Jane thought she was going to choke on tears, anger and pain. “I didn’t even tell my parents, I was so scared”, she whispered, “scared that something like this would happen”.

“What happened exactly?” Ben asked carefully, hoping she would tell him.

Jane took a deep breath. “A month ago I had my first kiss. With a girl”, she was silent for a moment. “With Leah Kay”. Ben raised his eyebrows; he was truly taken aback by this.

“Leah Kay?” he said loudly, “the most talentless and obtuse person alive? Seriously, Jane?”

“Could you just shut up?” she suddenly got annoyed; no wonder it happened – Ben was always able to change Jane’s emotional state from one to another with a snap of the fingers. “I’m trying to open up here!” Ben smiled, and Jane pinched his shoulder. He sighed and apologized; and he never let go of her hand. “So we were going out, kissing, making out in her house, and…” Jane swallowed. “And turned out Naomi had planned all of it. She was taking pictures of us, while Leah was just lying to me all the time. Today at school there was a whole exhibition of our pictures”. Jane’s whole face went red again, and one tear was streaming down her cheek; she tried to swallow the lump in her throat, and Ben could feel her pain. It made his heart break into pieces; he had never seen Jane being so vulnerable and defenseless. She was always the tough one, the girl who never cried. Ben cried way more often than Jane did, if being honest.

It made him sick; as he thought about what she had to face at school today. Naomi had always been an ass towards Jane, but what she did today totally crossed the line. Jane didn’t deserve it. No one did.

Jane sniffled. “Feels like this crying will never stop”. She wiped the tears with the back of her palm and sighed. “Maybe I just deserved it or whatever”.

“No”, her eyes seemed to know no end, as Ben just couldn’t stop looking in them. He had never noticed before how wonderful they looked. “You did not deserve that”.

It seemed like she needed his reassurance, his warmth and help. She sniffled one more time and clenched her hand tightly again, making her nails dig into her skin; but this time Ben was there to take her hand into his.

“Don’t do this”, he said quietly. He held her hand for a while before noticing the marks her nails left. He sighed deeply. How come he had never noticed how broken she was? Then Ben kissed her knuckles. Her skin was soft and it was the first time he noticed all the scars she had on the back of her palm.

“They do not deserve you”, he whispered’ holding her hands tightly and looking her right in the eyes. “None of them do”. Jane looked at him and felt a new urge to cry. This time it was because of the unconditional love she felt for her best friend.  

“Ben”, she gasped, “I don’t think I’ll ever be able to pay you back”.

He smiled softly. “You don’t have to. You are my best friend. I’ll do anything for you”.

 back to the presence.

The cab stops at the red light; Jane is still looking out of the window. Ben is stressed out by her behavior, unable to sit straight. He is twisting and turning, until Jane finally notices his movements.

“Your ass scratching or what?” she is annoyed; Jane looks at him and he freezes under her gaze. “Stop this moving, you’re going to get us kicked out of the car!” She has no idea why she is so angry with Ben suddenly. Of course, she is still displeased about seeing him with another girl and about her feelings in general – but this came out too harsh and sharp.

“Always polite and nice, as usual”, he mutters. “If you didn’t behave as weird as you do, I wouldn’t be turning, trying to get your attention”.

Jane snorts. “Oh, sorry I do not pay attention to you. Thought you’ve had enough of it today”.

“And what do you mean by that?”

She sighs. “Nothing. Haven’t you got it already? I don’t always mean something by my stupid words”.

Ben knows that she does. He knows exactly what she means; and it is him and that girl in a blue dress. She is jealous – this is something Ben can’t get over that easily. He just wishes to kiss her right now, on the backseat of this cab. He wants to run his fingers through her hair and hear her quite moans as he deepens the kiss. He knows she’ll shiver under his touch; he’s sure her hands will be around his neck as he pulls her closer to him. He knows it’ll happen; it will certainly occur in the future. Just not now.

“Ben”, she suddenly turns to him again, “remember when you humiliated Leah Kay in front of the whole town?”

Ben frowns for a second, trying to remember that exact moment; but then he snorts loudly. “First of all, I did not humiliate her. It’s not my fault that she had never learnt her lines for our plays. That she didn’t know the plot of ‘Romeo and Juliet’?” He looks at Jane, as she smiles. “Not my fault either”.

“Sure thing”, her mood has changed again; Jane really starts thinking her period’s gonna come early. “It’s not your fault that only in her script there was a line ‘Romeo, thy dick is thick’, which got her suspended later”, Ben grins at her words and nods. “Anyways, I never got to thank you for that. So thank you, Ben”, the car stops when Jane says his name, and they sit in silence for a couple of seconds.

Ben takes a deep breath as he looks her right in the eyes. “Don’t even mention it, Jane”.

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hey, tell me what you think please! should i continue or not? btw, thank you all for reading, it means the world to me <3

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[whydontwelovely]

Skin - Z.H.

Requested: yes, by @why-d-we for prize for contest!!

Pairing: Zach x Reader

Warnings: angsty , cursing , short(kinda) , abbreviations during texting convos

A/N: idk if this is what you were looking for ... enjoy !! :)

Summary/plot: “Our relationship is like skin. Once it dries, it cracks. Once it cracks, it bleeds. In our situation we don’t have a bandaid to fix us.”

You walk along the busy streets of LA looking for your boyfriend, Zach. You check your phone, 11:30 pm. He was supposed to be here over an hour ago.

You check your location, making sure you were at the right place before calling him. Voice mail. You relent and decide to text him.

You: hey where r u ?

Ten minutes go by...

You: did u get my calls ??

Then thirty...

You: pleeeaaassee reply

You: forget it. im omw to ur house :(

Induced with frustration, you hail a cab and make your way to Zach’s house, in which he shares with his friends.

You walk up to his door, but before you could knock, Zach opens the door.

“Where were you?!” you hiss.

“What? Sorry, I didn’t realize I had to be somewhere...?” he rolls with sarcasm.

“Our date!”

“Our what now?”

“Don’t act like you don’t know! You and I both know we had this date planned for weeks! Weeks! Why didn’t you answer my calls?!”

“Geez, babe. My frickin’ phone was dead, chill.”

Still in the doorway, Zach steps out and shuts the door, crossing his arms defensively, making his shadow dim in the night.

“Why are so sad when I happen to miss something? I’m human. I forget things, okay?” he says.

“I’m not sad, Zach, I’m frickin’ mad.” you spit.

“Chill, it’s just one date!”

“Why don’t you care?! This isn’t the first time you-“

“I what?” he interrupts, flustering you.

“You...you...this isn’t the first time you’ve fucked up our relationship.” the words come out like hot blades, and you could tell Zach was stabbed by them.

He goes silent and looks around before talking again.

“I? I fuck up our relationship? All you ever do is whine and complain like any old brat would!” this time, his words pierce through you.

“Fine. If I’m such a brat then why don’t you just break up with me?”

He laughs, but nothings sounds funny.

“Okay,” he says. “We’re done.”

You stand there in disbelief, wishing to take back your rhetorical request. You begin to walk away, but turn around.

“You know Zach, our relationship is like skin. Once it dries out, it cracks. And once it cracks, it bleeds.” you snarl. “And in our situation there’s no bandaid to fix us.”

He stands there, staring blankly at you.

He whispers, “That’s the dumbest thing I-“

“It’s not dumb, Zach,” you yell, surprising him that you heard what he said.

He uncrosses his arms, blantly calling defeat.

“It’s not dumb, if you let us bleed. It’s not dumb if all I could do was watch us fall apart!” you were crying now, your voice slightly breaking as you yell.

Zach kept his position, saying, “Go.”

“What?!” you say.

“I said go!” he screams loud enough for practically anyone to hear. Even his friends came outside.

He keeps his position still, tears slowly streaming down past his cheeks, sad to see you go. He wants to scream. He wants to tell you to come back. But like you said, there’s no bandaid to stop the blood from flowing.

“Here,” Daniel jumps out from behind the boys, walking toward you. “I can drive you home.”

His whisper is soft and flowly heard next to your shoulder. You nod and follow him to his car.

The other boys step back inside, but Zach stands on the porch, same position, while tears leak out of his eyes as if it was his own skin that was bleeding and the tears were blood. But no one would be able to see that, due to the icy shade of darkness in the midst of the night. To him, the sight of you alone and less vulnerable with Daniel is almost as excrutiating as you leaving him.

The ride home with Daniel is quiet. He often takes looks at you, your eyes bloodshot and weary from crying. You turn your head so he doesn’t see.

He takes his free hand and holds yours with it. They are softer and more comforting than Zach’s.

The thought of Zach makes you cry even more. Daniel squeezes your hand tighter and says calmly, “It’s okay. He’s gone. You’ll be alright.”

The words toss and turn inside your head.

It’s okay, He’s right. You are safe now.

He’s gone, Is he talking about Zach? Or maybe Zach’s actions?

You’re safe now, You definately feel safe next to Daniel. Is it because of him, or because anything could feel safe after Zach?

Meanwhile, Zach sits on the couch, head in hands, sobbing. After an hour of Daniel not being back, he tries texting him.

Zach: bro where r u ? its been an hour 👀

Ten minutes go by...

Zach: i need 2 talk w u

Then thirty...

Zach: r u still w y/n ? ik u r

Zach: if u r, tell her im srry that i fucked up our relationship. i should have been the bandaid to fix us rather than b the crack that broke us.

Knowing that Daniel won’t reply anytime soon, he texts you.

Zach: im srry

Zach: u prob think im a dick

Zach: dont blame u

Zach: i love u, gn

No reply ... yet.

You: i accept ur apology

You: i still cant b w u, u have 2 understand that. apologies are not bandaids

Zach: just know that i do love u, tho. i rlly rlly do.

THE END

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[jihoonslattee]

College AU - Jisung

so here is college au jisung which is i admit not that like fluff with all romance in it but like just meeting jisung and finding out how funny and a great person he is 

anyways onto the AU!

~~~~~

so college was never really your thing

school in general wasn’t your thing 

like who could understand those math problems that the teachers gave like those fraction ones with the 4x + 3 on top of 5 which equals another fraction like that 

(srry needed to get my feelings out bc i literally could not understand that for a hot minute)

but to be honest this was like your 3rd college you were attending because you weren’t really the smartest in the bunch 

you were also trying to become a therapist but in your year suddenly everyone thought that they ALSO wanted to become a therapist too so it became so compacted 

and that was added competition 

be ofc since math was your worst enemy and gave you the worst grade the two colleges you attended were like 

“lmao ok you are obviously not going far in life even if math is not in therapy you at least need basic knowledge of all those algebraic problems bye”

like wow ok i guess listening to people with an unbiased opinion requires you to solve math problems at the highest speeds possible while also listening to them

and since you were transferring colleges for the THIRD time you were pretty sure that college life was not for you and that if the teacher sucked at teaching math at this college that you would just give up an work at the mcdonald’s near your apartment or smthing

time skipp like a few days 

it had already been a few days since school started and you were AlLREADY drowning in work and math 

really just

math

while you were walking about the campus though, you noticed that there was a flyer that you kept on seeing every two feet you walked 

curious you walked over towards the flyer and read the words 

“Take a phone number at the bottom for a tutor! Mainly in math because English is too hard for my brain but maybe we can do smthing like i teach you math and you teach me english!” 

you instantly snatched the flyer 

not even one of those pull out just the whole flyer 

it was time to enter the therapist course, even though college isn’t really fit for you it was something you really wanted to do so if you had to tutor someone while they are also tutoring you then so be it

arriving back at your apartment you instantly sat down at the desk and dialed the phone number on the flyer

“hello?”

you were shocked at how quick the person responded, usually it would take a couple of rings before anyone you called picked up the phone 

“oh hi this is jisung right? I was wondering about you tutoring me in math, are you possibly good at all of it?” 

the other person chuckled on the line and you were sure it was a guy 

“what do you mean by all of it? like even the really basic stuff and the really hard stuff?” 

you felt your face go red, you lowkey wanted to tell this guy off for sounding like he was teasing you 

“W-well i mean I’m struggling in my class alot because the teacher does not seem to know what he was doing.”

“Of course I can help you then, when do you wanna meet up?”

you felt the excitement start rushing through you 

oh yes you were about to rise up and enter that main course for therapy 

“Let’s meet up tomorrow at the cafe wanna be an hour after noon” (lmao get my wanna one reference DFLD)

“Isn’t that one of the most busiest places though? i don’t think you would be able to focus with so many people talking at once”

“I mean it’s my first time meeting you so i think it would be nice to meet in a comfortable place like that”

the person on the other line took a minute to respond before talking again

“sorry! just had to write down where and when we were meeting tomorrow since i have a slightly busy day”

“oh are you tutoring a lot of other people?” 

he softly sighed on the phone and you felt like you could mentally see whoever was on the phone putting their head in their hand because of the way they sighed 

weird but you always thought those things 

anyways 

“actually not a single person has contacted me, i don’t know what’s wrong with me i don’t know if it’s what i said in my flyer. i thought it sounded pretty friendly and stuff and like i thought people would totally want to since I’m pretty good in math and i was hoping to find someone good in english too-”

“it’s okay jisung, i mean at least you got me! I’ll probably be a long term person you tutor to because i literally do not understand anything i need one on one help”

he chuckled a little and you smiled hoping that you cheered him up just a little 

“thank you, well i gotta go now, gotta get some good rest before I mentally prepare to tutor you tomorrow”

“hey it’s not like I don’t know how to do anything, it’s just the stuff we are learning now”

“i know, I was just joking! anyways have a good night!”

after the phone call you felt mentally tired 

like you usually found it hard to talk to new people but since this was something you really needed it felt like you had to be more pushing than usual 

you were more of a ‘listen to people rant and talk for hours and really only say a few words or a few long responses as they keep on ranting’ 

but anyways you passed tf out without taking off makeup or anything 

jk you don’t wear makeup bc even if you do have any you literally wake up at the last possible second to get ready so no time for make up 

the next day though you did make an effort to look at least a little bit nice 

you didn’t want to scare off your tutor yet with your messy hair and same outfits of a sweater and jeans that come in different colors

you still wore jeans but at least a nice tshirt

before leaving you grabbed your english textbooks because hey if he was gonna give you the knowledge for math the least you can do is give him the knowledge for english (shoutout to your younger brother daniel because he for some reason had a burning passion to learn english and actually learned it) 

when you arrived at the cafe you took a table near the window but it hit you

you literally did not know what your tutor looked like and they didn’t know what you looked like let alone you didn’t even tell him your name so they were probably depending on you to just wave him down 

you were already expecting this tutoring session to go down badly 

while waiting you noticed a tall male walk into the cafe with a bag, they didn’t really look around but they headed straight for the line to order

you didn’t mean to observe but you totally started observing,

you were sitting near the window but you were still pretty close to the register 

“Hey Sungwoon! Can I have the usual and a Iced Americano?” 

“ooh, did you finally someone that you can not talk about school with?”

“ah no it’s for the person I’m tutoring, I hope they like the drink i get them though.” 

the person you assumed to be sungwoon nodded and quickly wrote down the orders on the cups before sliding them over to another person. 

You took this as a chance to greet him, you got up from your table and tapped him on the shoulder 

“hi you must be jisung! I’m Y/N the person you’re tutoring i got a table for us already”

“o-oh! yeah I’ll be there after i get our drinks”

he quickly turned away from you and you could tell he was embarrassed 

you were silently thanking your high school psychology classes for actually teaching you something like how people act in certain situations.

going back to your table though you sneaked a glance over at Jisung and noticed that he was still talking to Sungwoon who kept on taking glances at you 

after a good while jisung finally arrived at your table with your drinks, as you were about to pull out your wallet to pay him for your drink he quickly stops you (also he almost slams his drink down on the table mid sip bc he didn’t want you to pay for your drink)

“oh no no you don’t need to pay! Consider it a treat since it’s out first study session together!” 

you felt the corners of your mouth lift up to form a a small smile as you put your wallet away 

you could hear jisung’s small sight of relief noticing that you were not going to fight him on paying 

“i mean it’s a free drink who wouldn’t turn it down?” 

he smiled at you

“also i love how you’re calling this a study session when i’m going to be sucking all the math knowledge out of you, well not really more like also sharing the knowledge that you have and making it so that i also have the knowledge!” 

jisung just laughed and sat down taking out all of his math notes 

“uh jisung, are you sure that’s just math?”

“yeah, you have to take good notes to be able to fully understand what’s going on in math.” 

he gave you that “ are you dumb” look which in your head you were like 

yeah, actually esp in math 

nonetheless you took your english notes out and placed it in front of him

“I would feel bad for you just teaching me all the time, plus on your tutoring flyer you also wanted someone to help you out in english so I’m here!” 

you know when like in dramas guy just smile and laugh while looking down bc one ur so cute and two they can’t believe what you said? yeah that is basically what jisung is doing right now DSH

so after a good hour or two of studying at the cafe you decide to give up

well not os much give up but your brain was literally fried from all the math being stuffed into your head so you decided it was time to help him out in english 

“okay jisung it’s time to take an official break from math and move onto english”

you literally piled up all the math notes and problems and shoved them on one of the chairs at your table 

“what do you need help with?”

“everything” 

literally taken aback you looked at jisung like “um alright b”

“let’s start from the basics then”

another time skip after a couple of study sessions

“i’m telling you i feel like i got smarter”

you and jisung were walking back to your apartment after like 6th study session at the cafe and he was ranting about how he felt like such an intellectual in english class today 

“the teacher was literally like hello how are you in english and i raised my hand like my day is fantastic how is yours you wonderful teacher, do you think I got extra credit for having a good response?”

laughing in response you just showed a thumbs up and walked up to the door of your apartment

“alright jisung this is where we part ways again, don’t get too excited about your new found knowledge or it might just all go away” 

you slightly teased him while opening the door and walking inside and before closing it he stopped it with his foot

which ofc worried you because you were high key about to slam the door since it’s hard to open and close at times

“jeez Jisung watch yuor foot you dance with your dance team with that foot!” 

you exclaimed and he just smiled sheepishly at you

“i was wondering if our next study session would not really be studying but a date? I think I’m beginning to like you and I’m hoping you like me back”

you felt yourself blushing and just nodding along to his words

“of course i like you back jisung, i’m not obvious about it but i do! i would love to have a date, just no math references or english lingo cool?”

jisung nodded enthusiastically and grabbed you into a hug 

“i’m so excited! I’m make sure it’s great don’t worry!” 

and with that he quickly left your apartment complex in a cute way that you couldn’t help but laugh a little 

“he’s so cute” 

muttering those words you shook your head and walked back into your apartment

thank you for readding hdfhsd

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[maryjvnes]

i don’t want to be a superhero (2/?)

summary: you’re a new enhanced individual in new york that has the ability of pyrokinesis and telekinesis who gets on tony starks’ radar after you saved his car from crashing. meanwhile peter becomes intrigued with your abilities. part 1 is here 

a/n: sooo (y/b/n) sounds totally dumb so lets just call him adrian

edit!: i linked the wrong fic at first bc it’s 4am and i’m dumb srry

part 1

part 3

part 4

••• the next morning was rough, you still couldn’t believe tony stark came to your house never mind offer to take you to the avenger’s compound. so after a week of not leaving the apartment, you took a shower, put on some clothes that made you look a little less homeless, did your normal face routine and had a nice breakfast. “it’s only 12 pm and you actually look… not dead. nice.” adrian said getting a glass of orange juice. you were going to say something dumb back ag him but then your phone rang. it was an unknown number but you already knew who it was. “hello?” “is this (y/n)? i’m picking you up in 30 minutes so be downstairs i’m busy and i gotta be places okay?” you guessed this was happy hogan. who ironically didn’t sound so happy. “okay that’s fine but how did you get my number?” you heard a beep and realised he hung up. “he’s on his way?” your brother said from the couch, flipping through channels. “yeah just thirty minutes…” “hm” you began to put your keys and phone in your bag when you started feeling really nervous and your hands really warm. the only person you had ever been comfortable using your abilities around was your brother. what if something happened and you couldn’t control yourself? “adrian can yo-” "you want me to come with you?” he said looking up. you stood there, as if you were ten again. not being able to do anything without your big brother. "you can’t even go to the doctors by yourself, of course i’m coming with you.” happy picked you up and drove you to the compound, which by the way, was over an hour away. you barely went to school that was 20 minutes away because you didn’t want to walk. how did tony expect you to regularly get here? "there’s tony.” happy said pointing to the entrance of the lobby. you stepped out and walked towards him with your brother following. “isn’t it nice? the tower had it’s vulnerabilities and we needed more workspace. plus barnes is afraid of heights at times.” tony said as a welcoming. you felt comfortable with him yet you could sense he wasn’t. "well today hopefully i can just introduce you to some people and work out how we’re going to do this.” he said leading you into the building. you looked over at adrian who looked like a little boy at disneyland. you hoped he could keep it together but as you approached some kind of apartment setting you heard him gasp. there was a group of people sitting on couches that stood up as soon as they saw you walking towards them and you recognized them immediately. ”(y/n), i’d like you to meet the avengers. you’ve probably heard of them before? avengers, (y/n) the girl who bravely saved me from an almost accident.” tony said, motioning you to them. you suddenly felt really nervous and didn’t notice little pieces of furniture floating in the air behind them. “sis. the vase.” adrian whispered. "oh!” the vase fell with a crash as you tried set it down. they turned around and looked at it then back at you surprised. "i’m so sorry i got nervous that usually doesn’t happen i swear i-” "calm down, kid” captain america said almost laughing. "i know we’re a little intimidating. how old are you?” "s-seventeen.” they all looked at each other and then at tony with not-so-happy faces. "another kid, tony?” black widow said. you saw wanda maximoff shift and her facial expression seemed worried, almost scared. their reactions were making you so anxious you felt your skin start to heat up. "she’s not joining the team she’s here to learn how to figure out what she can do, okay? where is parker by the way? he was supposed to be here.” "him and tic-tac are finishing up training. they should be down soon. but don’t act like you’re not trying to recruit her tony, this is serious.” this time it was the falcon to speak up. you felt your brother pull you closer as tony and the rest of the avengers began having a full blown argument right in front of you. you felt like you had to say something. "excuse me!” you feigned a stronger, more confident voice and they stopped to look at you. “i don’t plan on joining the team. i know i’m only seventeen and i’m not ready for people’s lives to be in my hands. saving tony stark was an impulse that happened before i even knew what i was doing but he offered to help me control what i can do. obviously i don’t have complete control and i don’t know everything behind this, whatever this is. so no i don’t want to be a superhero and even if stark tried to recruit me i would say no.” everyone stood kind of looking at their shoes for a second as you all heard yelling come from down the hall. "you guys! scott threw the disk thingy at me and it worked! it made me tiny! tiny spider-man! you guys why a-” the boy making all the ruckus stopped talking as soon as he saw you. "shes already here? why didn’t anyon-” "kid just stop talking and come over here.” tony said. this was spider-man?! he looked like a 15 year old boy! you looked over at adrian whose jaw was on the floor at this point. "in case i missed the introductions, i’m p-peter parker. i’m spider-man.” the boy said, waving his hand. "we hadn’t even gotten to those because captain kill-joy made things weird.” tony said sending captain america a death glare. "well… let’s start over again. i’m (y/n), i’m seventeen and i can move things and start fires with my mind. and this is my big brother, adrian who is currently freaking out. he takes care of me.” you said pointing to your brother, who could only wave. "fire?! could you do it right now?” peter said, getting a little too close and comfortable. "uh i don’t know if that’s a good idea.” cap said. “it’s okay. i got it.” you said trying to reassure him but also yourself. without taking your eyes off peter’s you put your palms up and after feeling a little heat, you were holding two flames. "that’s…… so cool.” peter said looking right into them. something about the compliment made you blush. which didn’t go unnoticed by your brother as he cleared his throat and eyed spider-boy. you closed both hands to put out the flames and looked up at everyone and they looked almost as shocked as peter. "so what’s everyone else’s name?”

••• this was short bc i wanted to get the avengers first meeting out the way also people asked me to tag when i made a new chapter! thats so cool so: @rosaetum @inumorph @fandomingforever @do-you-mind-if-i-slytherin1

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[mangon3cta]

After Forever

SIMON DOMINIC

GENRE: IDEK

WORD COUNT: 2,239

for this anon

i always go too deep into these requests. there was actually more i wanted to add but it would’ve gotten too long

a/n: i should’ve used his real name but i liked typing simon better srry

I turned left through the hallways, reciting the directions Jay had told me in my head like a mantra. He had asked me to deliver a message to the second CEO of AOMG; Simon Dominic. Jay lost his phone and now I was his texting app.

I finally found the studio Simon worked at and knocked on the door before slowly opening it. Simon, who was seated in front of the computer, turned around to look at me and I smiled. “Jay told me to tell you that he wanted to see you,” I informed him.

“Is it urgent?” Simon asked.

“It must be since he sent me all the way down here.”

Simon nodded and stood up. “Alright then.” He brushed past me out the door and I watched disappear down the hallway. I looked back at the room which was wide open. Without another thought, I walked inside, shutting the door behind me.

The room was wide but slightly cramped and there was soft music occupying the still air. I moved over to the computer and clicked the chrome icon. YouTube popped up. The song that was playing was “Hyung” by Dumbfoundead featuring Dok2, Tiger JK and of course, Simon Dominic himself.

I smiled. Ever since Simon filmed Show Me The Money 5, he had started becoming more busy. Usually, he’d keep to himself. But nowadays, he was doing features, working more on his music and basically trying to get out there again. It was cool.

“I really shouldn’t be doing this,” I whispered to myself as I started snooping around in his things to maybe find a teaser to what he was working on at the moment. I wasn’t going to look too deeply or I might find something I’d regret seeing.

I clicked here and there trying to find something. “Having fun?” A voice said behind me. That voice only belonged to one person. I froze in the seat, cursing myself for my stupidity. I slowly rolled back and stood up, facing Simon who had a quite irritated expression on his face.

“I…I was just…you see,” I tried forming words in my mouth but everything just sounded lame.

“Yeah, get out,” Simon replied and I quickly ran out the door, heated with embarrassment. I’m sensitive so I almost teared up as I walked back to Jay’s office.

“Hey, where were you? I thought you’d come back,” said Jay as I entered the room.

“Nowhere,” I mumbled, sighing deeply.

“Well anyway, I’m taking work off early and I don’t really need anything else so you can go home.”

I bit my lip in frustration and picked up my bag. “Thank you sir, if you need something else you can call me,” I said sarcastically.

Jay laughed. “There’s no need to call me sir, we’re friends.” I could’ve cursed at him but I held my tongue because I would’ve cried at the same time.

“You know, I really, really hate you.” I slammed the door and stormed out of the building towards my car. Those hateful feelings I sometimes felt towards my older brother were coming back. He was only a year older but he acted like he was the boss of me.

Technically, Jay was my boss. Ever since AOMG became popular, I was dying to work with him. I used to do a normal job at an office, but Jay Park being the CEO of AOMG and my brother came with some advantages (and disadvantages but that’s not for now).

I also loved music. But when I asked to work with him, Jay had gotten the wrong idea. I wanted to produce, make music, but Jay thought I wanted to work for him, not with him. Now I was his office assistant. I couldn’t speak up to him about him because 1) he didn’t know I’m good at music and 2) he’d probably just say no. My insecurity towards myself and my admiration towards my brother really gets in the way.

Now I didn’t want to lose this job because this is the closest I’ve ever been to real life musicians. I was friends with everyone, but I’d seen them work and it really inspired me to do my own things; not in the company, but at home.

When I returned to work the next day I contemplated apologizing to Simon. I was in the wrong and Simon’s scary when he’s mad but I knew it was the right thing to do. I knocked on the door to his studio.

“Come in.” I pushed the door open and walked inside with a forced smile on my face. Simon didn’t look angry but rather annoyed that I was here again.

“Listen,” I started, licking my lips. “I just wanted to apologize for yesterday.”

“Go ahead.”

I sighed. “I’m sorry I was looking in your things…I really didn’t mean to.” I looked around for a chair and sat down. Simon watched me with a look on his face that seemed to say “are you for real right now?”.

I continued. “I’m really sorry. The thing is, ever since this company grew big, Jay’s been acting like he’s better than me. I wanna do music too…but he just doesn’t understand. I try to be around here – around you guys, that is because you’re so cool and it really inspires me and I want to be like you…to do what you guys do because I love it so much.” Before I knew it I was just spilling my heart out to him.

“Why are you telling me this?” Simon asked. He was leaning back on his chair. I flushed and stood up.

“Sorry, I got carried away. The point is, I hope you forgive me.” I walked over to the door and opened it.

“Wait,” said Simon and I turned to face him. “Close the door and sit back down.” I hesitantly closed the door and took my seat again.

“You do music?”

I smiled excitedly. “Yeah I do. It’s a hobby but I’ve been trying to turn into a job.” I shrugged.

“How come no one knows – I mean, how come Jay doesn’t know?”

“I just never told him….I’m too scared I guess.”

Simon looked up in thought. “So have you worked on anything?” I enthusiasm returned as I reached for my phone.

“Lots actually. I made something that was inspired by you and GRAY on Show Me The Money,” I began to play the track. “It’s like an epilogue to Forever.” I handed Simon the phone so he could listen clearly. The entire song was about 3 minutes, while the part I had produced was a mere 1 minute, but I was so proud of it.

Simon sported a poker face for those entire 3 minutes and I suddenly felt sick. Maybe he didn’t like it. When the song had ended, he returned my phone and nodded.

“First of all, where did you get the beat?”

I lowered my head in shame. “I found it on Jay’s computer. I know its stealing but I wasn’t going to show it to anyone.” I chuckled guiltily. “You probably think I’m the saddest person on earth, but I’m just really desperate.”

Simon laughed and I relaxed a little. “It’s actually much better than I had expected.”

“Really?!”

“You should really get someone to rap on it – like an epilogue,” he suggested. I flushed and shook my head.

“Nah, I don’t really know anyone anyway.”

“Well, you know me.” I looked up in disbelief. Whenever I listened to the track I always imagined Giriboy or San E’s voice. I’d never imagined Simon Dominic to be on it. “If you want, that is.”

I nodded eagerly. “That would be a dream come true.”

“Okay, I’ll talk to Jay and I’m sure GRAY will let us use the original song since this is just the demo. I think this will be good.”

+

In the afternoon, Jay called me to his office and I went there reluctantly. He looked disappointed and I knew what this talk was going to be about. “Simon talked to me yesterday –“

“I know,” I said, plopping down on one of the chairs. “I know what he talked to you about and I already apologized to him. He’s okay.”

“Why would you do that? Mom and dad raised you better than this, I’m embarrassed.”

I groaned. “Well you don’t have to be. Oh, and I don’t want to be your assistant anymore.” Jay looked taken back by my serious tone.

“What? You said you wanted to work with me.”

“With you, Jay, I wanted to work with you, not for you. I don’t wanna be your dumb office assistant. All I do is sit around in your office and get you coffee whenever you want. And send your stupid messages. I’m sick of it.”

Jay blinked and sat down, confused. “Well…I didn’t know you felt that way.”

“I like music too. Stop acting as if you’re better than me just because you have this huge popular company and lots of cool rappers. I wanted to do music with you, Jay.” I sniffed.

“Oh.” Jay nodded. “Why did you tell me before?”

I shrugged. “I don’t know…I thought you wouldn’t like it. I mean, you’re Jay Park and I’m just me.” Jay chuckled.

“You’re my sister,” he walked over to me and sighed. “Are you mad at me?”

“Yes, I am.” Jay put his arms around my shoulders in an awkward attempt to hug me. “Well, I guess I’m not that mad. I just wanted to get that off my chest.”

“Then I hope you feel better. Tell you what, how about you show me your stuff and we can work on it together?”

“Actually, Jay, Simon was helping me. We were discussing it before you called me here. He said he was gonna talk to you about it too.”

“You went to him first?” asked Jay.

“He asked me,” I told him. “Or else no one would’ve known.”

+

So we worked on the track for days after that. GRAY GROUND was where all the magic happened so I occupied myself in there; me, Simon, Jay and Gray. But some days it was just me and Simon. There wasn’t much to write considering the remix was just a minute longer but, according to Simon, lyrics were hard to write. You needed inspiration and a clear mind.

“You give me inspiration,” he told me. I was sitting on the floor with my laptop on my lap. I looked up, laughing.

“That’s going a little too far, don’t you think?”

Simon chuckled and shook his head. “Really? I was being completely serious.” He left what he was doing to face me. “Someone like you, diligent, young and fresh, that gives me inspiration. You’re like a burst of cold air on a hot day. Seeing you work hard makes me want to work hard too, to write witty lyrics as fast as I can.”

I smiled and looked down at the keyboard. The thought that someone like him could get inspiration from someone like me was a little overwhelming. It triggered me to work even harder so that he could take from me and we could help each other.

With everything going on, I was finally formally introduced to the rest of the AOMG family as a “rookie producer”. They liked me and Gray told them he was proud that I had chosen his beat for this track.

Jay really liked the finished product and said he would release it as soon as he had contacted some people. I told him the title of the remix was called After Forever and he complemented my sense.

When the song was released it achieved an all-kill on the charts. I knew it was because BeWhy was so popular and the fact that Simon Dominic made a somewhat comeback. I was proud of my work and Simon said I should work with more people.

And sure enough after that I was getting phone calls from media outlets and other companies asking me to produce for them too. I needed a little break because the sudden attention was making me emotional.  

“Here’s to Y/N!” Jay announced. There were cheers for me and Simon patted me on the back. I smiled and bumped champagne glasses with everyone near me. I was at an AOMG party – strictly for AOMG label mates only. This was my first time being invited despite having worked at the company for a year now.

“Also,” Jay continued. “I got a call this morning from guess who?” I looked at Jay, listening intently. “From Lee Byung-Yoon. He said we wants a collaborative album with you, Y/N.” More cheering and I flushed, goosebumps rising on my skin. “I just couldn’t deny such a heavenly offer. What do you say, Y/N?”

“DO IT, DO IT, DO IT!”

“A whole album is a little –“

“Wouldn’t that mean we’d get to spend more time with each other?” Simon whispered in my ear as I considered the suggestion.

“I’ll do it.” I would be lying if I said there wasn’t an ulterior motif in my answer. Although working with the one and only BeWhy would be a glorious experience; the fact that Simon probably would be helping me the entire time was something else to look forward to.

#simon dominic #jung kiseok #jay park #loco #gray #giriboy #san e #khh #k hip hop #bewhy

[nachtgraves]

a++ kuzuhina: maybe the same ship with #4.“I’m flirting with you.”?

Oh my god I am so sorry this took forever and a half BUT I FINALLY FINISHED IT. I experimented with writing a thing told mostly through texting so hopefully it still flows pretty well? It was an experience, I tell you. Also. I apologize for the awful title for this but it was literally the best I could think of.  And I probably should have used time stamps but I’m a dumb and hope extra spacing gives the same effect?

Title: Mis-Texting Could Possibly End in Kissing  // AO3Word Count: ~4200Warnings/Tags: PG. Told through texting with interspersed prose, high school au, hope’s peak still exists, but no despairs, some typos are intentional and let’s pretend the others are too, real minor angst. Hajime is non-italics, Fuyuhiko and the two instances of Chiaki are in italics.

[ughhhhhh][im so bored][she wont stop taking][talking*]

[That’s kind of the point of a presentation]

[nooneasked for ur sass]

Hajimedoesn’t know how it happened, but he and the infamous ‘baby-faced yakuza ofHope’s Peak High’ are texting buddies.

Well.

Maybethat’s not entirely true. He does know how it started, at least.

[heypres][its kuzuryuu][souda gave me ur number][wat do we need for teh fair agian?]

[Sorry, youmight have the wrong number]

[oh][ur not nanmi?][fuck][souda is dead][sorry]

[Noworries. Mistakes happen][But, by Souda do you mean Souda Kazuichi?And did you mean to text Nanami Chiaki?]

[yeah][who r u??]

[Chiaki’s a close friend. Ournumbers happen to be really similar. Hers ends in a 1 instead of a 2]

[ohthanks][srry for the mix up]

[Don’tworry about it. Happens fairly often :p]

Hajimedoesn’t hear back from the stranger for a few days and quickly forgets themix-up even happened. He hadn’t been lying when he said that such thingshappened fairly often, especially since Chiaki was voted as class rep. (She hadbeen so surprised and happy, Hajime thought a new VR game system was announced).Chiaki and him and found it quite amusing and it wasn’t much trouble to fix themistake usually. But one afternoon, he’s cleaning up his room and finds apacket of papers that look important by the large scrawling over the front pagein Chiaki’s loopy handwriting, reading: ‘SCHOOL FEST BUDGET’. He also knowsthat Chiaki wasn’t going to be home for hours, since her school festival wasthis coming weekend and she’s been staying back to organize, plan, and dowhatever it is class representatives do for events like that.

[Hey you left a packet of papers atmine. School fest budget?]

[Chiaki?]

[Goddmannit did u foget to chargeyour phone again?]

Knowingthat if the packet were important, Chiaki would be freaking out (she always putso much pressure on herself, especially since she became class rep), Hajimestares at the packet in his lap. He could run to Chiaki’s high school, butdoubts he would be let in since it was almost sundown and Hope’s Peak High wasone of the more prestigious secondary schools in their district. Hajime himselfgoes to a regular public school a short walk from their neighbourhood.

Staringat his phone, as if it was going to give him an answer, he finds one as hescrolls through his messages. He still has the short conversation from thestranger from Chiaki’s class. It’s worth a shot, at the very least.

[Hey this is Chiaki’s friend HinataHajime. I still had your number from when you mis-texted me and I was wonderingif Chiaki was nearby? She’s not answering her phone]

[yeah][why?]

[I think she forgot something at myhouse. School fest budget?]

[yeah][she thought she lost it][shes asking if u can drop it off at her place][her phone is dead]

[Yeah I cando that][Thanks]

Laterthat night, Hajime is attempting to complete a history essay due the nextmorning when he receives a text. His phone is plugged in by his bed, on theopposite end of where his desk is. He literally jumps at the distraction,hopping into bed and lying back against the pillows propped up against the headboard.

[Thanksfor dropping off the packet.]

[No prob][You need to remember to charge your phone]

[I know. (*_ _) ][How did you have Kuzuryuu’snumber, by the way?]

[The miss-text a few days ago.Figured it was worth a try]

[Thank you. You really saved me.]

Threehours later, it’s inching closer to midnight and Hajime hasn’t returned to hisassignment. Chiaki is not impressed.

[Doyour work.]

[I’m takinga break]

[(￢_￢) You’ve been ‘takinga break’ for three hours. Stop procrastinating and finish your homework.]

[You’re notdoing your homework]

[I finished my homework. I’m makingsure all the plans for the school fair next month are in order.

You’recoming to it, right?]

[Yeah][If I’m not stuck wiht tuorting…][Tutoring*][Can’t you help???]

[You know I’m not that much betterthan you. Sonia helps me.]

[Give me hernumber?][I’m desperate a tthis point]

[That’sa breach of privacy.]

[Chiakiiiiiiiiiii][Please?][I’ll do your Japanese hw next time?]

[No.]

[JapaneseAND math?]

[Tempting.But good night, Hajime.]

[Chiaki][Chiaki][Chiaki come back][Chiakiiiiii][What kind of friend are u?]

It’stimes like this Hajime sometimes wishes he was closer to some of hisclassmates. He’s not a loner, but he’s definitely a drifter of sorts. He has peopleto talk to and sit with at lunch, but rarely does he spend time with hisclassmates outside of school or for non-school related activities. Because ofthat, he’s not close enough to anyone to randomly message them at close tomidnight for homework help.

Justas he’s trying to figure out a solution – since it’s far too late to actually do his work like the goodstudent he only sometimes is, his phone goes off. And this, is the true startof everything.

[cmon i’ll pay u][and by pay i mean not break ur fucking teeth with my fist]

[Wrongperson?][Hopefully, at least]

[fuck][sorry][yeah][i meant to text the person above u in my message list thing]

[Everythingokay?]

[yeahjust some shitty hw]

[You too?][I have this awful history essay due tomorrow]

[historyis whatever][math is killing me]

[Math isn’ttoo bad][At least there’s always just one answer]

[historyand english u just bs tho]

[But it’sso subjective][Everything depends on something else]

[wannatrade then?]

Andthat is how Hajime found himself a homework buddy. Kuzuryuu is good at Englishand history, while Hajime’s strengths lie in math and science, and the both ofthem were pretty good at Japanese. One night of texting back and forth, helping(dipping into the realm of ‘academic dishonesty’ on occasion) with theirrespective assignments. They say goodnight close to dawn, but Kuzuryuu had stayedup long after his homework was complete and waited and helped Hajime until hewas done as well.

Fromthen on, Hajime would find himself texting back and forth with this boy he’snever met. At first, they exclusively went to the other for homework help, buteventually Hajime would send Kuzuryuu a short text about something funny that hadhappened (a cat attacking some dumb kids that were trying to taunt it) andKuzuryuu would send him a rant about something that annoyed him (old womenthinking that he’s younger than he is or a police officer asking if he’s losthis parents) and it snowballs into them casually texting throughout the day,particularly during boring presentations that no one, including the personpresenting, cared about.

[Payattention and stop distracting me]

[potnd kettle][stop looking at ur phone during class]

[Shush][I’m bored too]

[fuckinquit the holier than thou then][i can ignore u][nd u can be bored alone]

[Youwouldn’t do that][Who’d you distract if not me?]

[plentyof pple][ur lucky i deign to talk to u]

[Yeah][I’m sooo grateful]

[ushould be]

[Stilldoubt that you could ignore me]

[fuckintry me]

[Is that achallenge?]

Kuzuryuulasts all of until the end of the school day. Hajime can be quite theannoyance.

[jfc ur gonna break my phone]

[I win :D]

[uwin a fist to the face when i see u]

[Are wegoing to meet up then?][So eager to see me :P]

[Kuzuryuu?]

[I’m sorryif I made it weird]

[nahi had to hide my phone fr a bit][ur the one who sounds too happy bout gettinghis face smashed]

[You’re tooviolent][How do you have firneds if you treaten to hurt htem all the time?]

[nicetypos]

[Hush. Atleast I use proper grammar most of the time]

[yshould i waste my time with shit like that?]

[Forlegibility][I got to go][Got phys ed :/][Save me]

[ihope u have to run laps the entire time]

[You areevil]

Hope’sPeak’s festival comes and goes one weekend. As usual, it is a busy event due tothe school’s prestigious standing. Hajime, as promised, visits Chiaki’s class,doing an interactive murder mystery café of sorts where customers are givenclues with their orders to figure out the murder of a prop set up in the centerof the classroom. He finally meets some of Chiaki’s classmates whom she’stalked about and apparently she’s talked to them about him in return. However,and though he won’t admit it to anyone other than Chiaki if hard pressed, hekeeps his ears open for the name Kuzuryuu and is disappointed to realize thathis texting buddy was nowhere to be seen.

(“Kuzuryuu?We sent him to go advertise with Koizumi and Saionji,” says Sonia. “Do you twoknow each other?”

“Uh,he mis-texted me once,” Hajime replies. He redirects further questions awayfrom him and towards what they used to make the neon pink blood for the fakecrime scene.)

Hajimemay have lingered around for a bit until he couldn’t justify staying and beinga distraction any longer. By the time he leaves to go back home, he’s exchangednumbers with a few of them with vague promises to meet up some time and hangout. Even as he leaves the school, weaving past the steady stream of peoplestill entering the premise, his eyes roam for individuals advertising forChiaki’s class. He returns home to his books and TV without having met aKuzuryuu.

[You guysdid a good job at your school fest]

[uwent?]

[I promisedChiaki]

[u2 datin or somthn?]

[God no][We’ve known each other forever]

[doesntmean u havnt dated]

[Ew][She’s practically my sister]

[heardu got numbers frm some girls in my class]

[Oh yeah][Are Sonia and Mioda always like that?]

[annoying?][obnoxious?][preppy?]

[Haha][Your class seems really cool]

[seems][u dont see them 5 days a week]

[I bet your classmates have thingsto say about you too]

[maybe][but they wouldnt live for long if they say anything]

[Hahahawhat are you, the yakuza?]

[Kuzuryuu?]

[uhavent looked me up?]

[Why wouldI?][And you’ve never told me your first name]

[uwouldnt need my first name][but its fuyuhiko]

[You’re not pulling oneover on me are you?]

[i go to hopespeak idiot][sonia’s a motherfucking princess][nd y woud i joke about that?]

[You’re not going to send people after me for makingfun of you, are you?]

[ur entertainingfor now]

[Oh ha ha][Glad I amuse you]

[Wait][Oh my god][Is this you?][[image]]

[u got somethingto say?]

[No][Just][Not what I was expecting]

[think carefullybout ur words hinata]

[I thought I wasentertaining?]

[toys can getbroken]

[Now that’s uncalled for][I didn’t even say anything about how adorable you look]

[HINATA]

[It’s true though!][You can’t call a hit on me for being truthful]

[just shut up][y did i tell you to look me up][yd u look for pictures?]

[Curiosity][We’ve been talking for a while now and we don’t even know what the other lookslike]

[Kuzuryuu?][Did you know what I looked like?]

[bein cautious isimportant]

[Omg you looked me up][What horrible pictures did you find???]

[[image]]

[That’s from Chiaki’s fb!]

[not that hard]

[I TRIED TO FIND YOU ONFB THOUGH]

[securitysettings]

[Oh][Point]

It’snot too long after that Hajime receives a friend request from one KuzuryuuFuyuhiko. He hits accept almost embarrassingly fast and proceeds to exploreKuzuryuu’s newly unveiled profile with the eagerness of a stalker given an inchand taking a mile. There’s not much to explore, the other boy doesn’t seem touse the website very much, which honestly does not surprise Hajime though hecan’t help but feel a little disappointed.

[The last time you were active onfb was almost a year ago][And it was a profile pic update][That you didn’t even upload??]

[soudand sonia hacked my account][sonia was offended my profile pic was like 2 yrs old][koizumi has a fuckton of pics of ppl][nd i was 2 lazy 2 change it]

[It’s agood picture of you]

 [thanks]

Uponadding Kuzuryuu, Hajime’s flooded by friend requests from Chiaki’s otherclassmates and ends up talking semi-regularly with them. Kuzuryuu and him stilltext each other practically daily, to the point Chiaki comments on it whenHajime is over at hers to help her complete co-op achievements for a game she’syet to 100 per cent.

(“Youand Kuzuryuu seem to really get along.” Chiaki glances pointedly at Hajime’sphone as it buzzes several times, Kuzuryuu’s name flashing on the screen.

Hajimeshrugs noncommittedly, and is oddly relieved that the game finishes loading andthey’re thrust into a horde of mutant creatures.)

Evenhis classmates notice he’s on his phone a lot more often during and betweenclasses.

(“Gota girlfriend, Hinata?”

Frowning,Hajime shakes his head, “No, why?”

“You’realways on your phone texting and smiling down at it.”

Hajime’ssure his face has never been more red and when, moments later, he gets a textfrom Kuzuryuu complaining about the apparent Souda-Sonia-Tanaka love trianglethat should just turn into a threesome, he realizes his face does indeed moveon its own.)

[Oh my godhelp]

[what’dyou do?]

[Gave into peer pressure and wentto a goukon with some classmates -_-][I’m hiding in the bathroom][But I’ll have ot go back out there][:c]

[urnot drinking r u?][ur not 20]

[A yakuzaheir is against underage drinking?]

[udidnt answer]

[No one’sdrinking][We’re at a karaoke place][But htank you for caring c:]

[shutup][u dont usually go out w/ ur classmates]

[Yeah][Some of them have been teasing me about a girlfriend so I mostly just went sothey’d shut up]

[girlfriend?][u said u nd nanami werent dating]

[We’re not][They think you’re my secret girlfriend]

[?]

[Apparently I smiled while textingor something][And I’ve been on my phone more often][And you’re the only person I really text during class so]

[oh]

[Yeah, funny right?][Wonder what they’d think if they knew I was texting buddies with the heir tothe Kuzuryuu clan lmao][Though some ofthem already give me shit for being close to Chiaki just cuz shegoes to Hope’s Peak][They think you guys are snobby elitests just cuz you go to a prestigiousschool and we’re just public school kids][But you guys arent tat different][Just different talents and families][Woops sorry][Didn’t mean to get all ranty][Ugh I gotta go][Can’t hide here forever]

Afterthe goukon, which wasn’t horrible but neither was it all that enjoyable, Hajime’splunged into preparations for his school’s culture festival and upcoming exams. He’s barely had timeto text Kuzuryuu other than short greetings and the occasional tidbit from hisday that the other boy would find amusing. He misses their daily conversationsand when he finally has some down time, the day before the culture festival,he’s holed up in his room and on his phone while he catches up on TV shows onhis laptop.

[Hey longtime no chat][I’ve finally got free time again!]

[yea][school stuff?]

[Yeah][Every teacher decided to have everything due weeks early so we weren’toverwhelend when finals come around][Kill me -_-]

[shouldnt u be spending ur free timew/ ur gf stead of talking to me?]

[What?]

[ugot a gf or whatvr after that goukon][didnt u?]

[No?][Where’d you hear that?]

[therewas a pic on fb][u were tagged][it showed up on my feed]

[I haventbeen on fb recently][Lemme check]

[Oooooh][Yeah no][I wasn’t even aware this was taken][And the comments are baseless][I barely spoke to her][There was no ‘chemistry brewing’]

[shescute tho]

[Yeah Iguess?][Objectively][But not really interested][She doesn’t go to my school][And we met for like five seconds]

[datingimplies getting to kno eachother]

[Yeah but][Idk][Just nothing clicked?][And I wasn’t even looking for anything going to the thing either so][What about you?]

[watabout me?]

[You thinkshe’s cute][She your type?]

[no]

 [Am I notgetting more than that?]

[i’mmore into a dif set of anatomy]

[?????]

[shesnot a he]

[Oh][OH][You’re]

[homo]

[Oh]

[ifthats a problem u should delete my number]

[NO][Not a prob at all][Sorry][Just surpside][Supreied][SURPRISED][Fuck][I’m sorry]

[usaid that alredy]

[Well I am][Could have responded better]

[couldaresponded worse][so][not a prob?]

[Coursenot][That’d be stupid for one][And hypocrtical for antoher]

[hypocritical?]

[I’m bi][Or pan][Idk][Still nto sure about the difference tbh][Nd I have a friend who’s ace]

[nanami?]

[I cannot divulge something that isnot mine to tell]

[she let it slip when we werecleaning up after culture fest][sonia and mioda bugged her bout if u two were dating][hanamura wanted to know bout ur sex life]

[Hanamurascares me][And yes to Chiaki being my ace friend]

[hanamurascares everyone][u basically gave it away with ur notanswr answer]

[Shedoesn’t care][But I still didn’t actually confirm or deny][Because that would be rude][(◡‿◡✿)]

[fuckoff][dont u dare start using those kaomoji things like nanami]

[(。・ω・。)][( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)][*｡:ﾟ+\(^‿^✿)]

[imgonna block u]

[(◕‸◕✿) *pout*]

Theydon’t re-visit the topic of sexuality again and settle back into their frequentback and forth texting. Hajime’s still teased at school but once he finallycaves and lets his classmates know that he is not texting a girl, but a boyfrom Chiaki’s class at Hope’s Peak, all interest in his affairs are lost.

Winteris fast approaching and with that comes the school culture festivals foreveryone other than Hope’s Peak, who have their festival earlier because no onewould go to any other school event if Hope’s Peak is allowing outsiders to touraround. Hajime’s class decides what to do rather quickly since no one’s allthat interested in putting too much effort, but Hajime still ends up being runragged with the rest of his class in the last minute preparations.

[I hateculture fests]

[culturefest?]

[Yeah][My school’s one is coming up][My class is doing a butler/maid cafe][Because we are simple public school students who don’t have the resources forpink blood]

[I was kidding][Your class’ murder cafe was the best thing I’ve ever seen][Thouhg I admit I had high expectations since you guys do go to Hope’s Peak]

[it was nanami’s idea][nd hanamuras a creep but good cook][nd sonias gotta 1up everyone nd dished out money so we could go way overbudget]

[Haha][But it was great][I had a lot of fun]

[Btw][Your birthday’s coming up right?]

[no][y?]

[Is yourbirthday not during the winter?]

[itsin aug]

[But yourname is FUYUhiko]

[ndmy sis is natsumi but her birthdays in march]

[But][That doesn’t make sense]

[blameour parents]

Hajime’sculture festival comes and goes. It goes fairly well in his opinion, even ifhis butler uniform ended up shrinking in the wash and it was too late to fix. He’spretty sure his pants were borderline indecent with how tight they were and thefact that he had felt far too many eyes on his ass and crotch region during theday was not comforting in the least. No real disturbances occurred though, other than when Chiaki came by and was recognizedby video game enthusiasts and Hope’s Peak admirers.

[thoughtu were doing a butler cafe not a host club]

[?????]

[[image]]

[Where didyou get that???]

[ihave my sources][could u not find pants that werent 3 szies too small?]

[It shrankin the wash okay][But oh god][Did I look that bad all day???][Kill me]

[udidn’t look bad][how many ppl asked u out this time?]

[None??][Though now I know why girls kept giggling when I turned my back][I don’t know if I can show my face at school again]

[theywere prob giggling cuz u have a nice ass]

[Ha ha]

[urnot ugly idiot][i bet tons of girls are crushing on u at school][nd guys][im surprised ur single]

[Shut up][If it’s a surprise anyone is single it’s you][You’re funny, snarky, smart, and really attractive][And you pretend like you’re relaly grumpy and antisocial][But when Chiaki talks about school and you come up you’re always taking part][And the fact that you’re secretly really toned][Like seeing those beach pictures on Koizumi’s fb][Oh my god][And your eyes][If they look that gorg in candid photos I don’t want to imagine in rl][And I’m just this normal whatever][Mediocre in every way]

[Uh][Pretend I never said all that?]

[didu fb stalk me on other ppl’s fb?][nd ask nanmi to spy on me for u?]

[No]

[Maybe][No to the spying][Maybe I would ask about you though?][I’m sorry]

[ur not mediocre][wanna talk about pretty eyes?][and secretly toned bodies?][if u wore clothes that didnt swallow u][ud be batting away pple who wanna date/fuck u][nd ur eyes are the ones that are gorg and unique][u have any idea how many times ive thought of wanting to see em in person?][nad how nanami talks about u all the time][i knew of u before the whole mistexting crap][but as nanmi’s annoying notboyfriend][and now i get hwy she praises u so much][anyone would be lucky to go out with you][ur stupidly nice and considerate][but also a sarcastic little shit u cant hate]

[You don’t need to say nice thingsto me just cuz I made a fool of myself just now]

[imflirting wth u dumbass]

[Oh]

Hajime is typing…

Hajime is typing…

[uever gonna finish ur reply]

[I’mpanicking][Give me a break][I don’t know how to respond]

[fine][go on a date with me?][ y ( ) n ( )]

[How did Inever realize how dorky you are]

[fuckinjust anser or ill punch ur stupid face]

[Maybe I’drather you kiss it]

 [andi’m a dork?][fucking loser]

[Shut up][You didn’t say no though]

[ustill havent answered me]

[You first]

[fucku i asked first]

[I askedsecond]

[HINATAI S2G I WILL SHANK U]

[I’m sorry][I default to annoying when im embbarsed and dont know waht im doing][I want you to kiss me. I want to kiss you][So yes please]

[yesor no woulda been fine][dork]

“…”

“…”

“…”

“What?”Kuzuryuu finally snaps.

“This is a lot harder in person,”Hinata laughs weakly. And it really is. Especially because Kuzuryuu is even cuter in person and Hajime didn’tthink that could be possible. Also, the skinny jeans and casual button downcombo he’s sporting makes it hard for Hajime to look anywhere at the boy’s bodywithout blushing. He’d been so excited to finally meet up, expecting to fallinto conversation as easily as they do while texting, but one look at Kuzuryuuwaiting by the entrance of the movie theater, scowling at everyone who’d lookat him, had wiped most of the vocabulary in Hajime’s brain.

“Younever shut up when we text,” Kuzuryuu grumbles.

“It’snot my fault you’re even cuter in person and I forgot everything I wanted tosay.” Kuzuryuu scowls but he also turns redder than before. “See! If you canstop being so adorab—”

“Hinata,I swear if you call me c-cute or a—that, again you’ll wish I sent Peko afteryou.”

“Peko?”

Kuzuryuugives him a look that is equal parts fond and exasperated and a littlebewildered. “You could have found so much about me just from a few google searches.”

Hajimejust shrugs and looks down at his feet, “Yeah, but I’d rather get to know youby actually talking to you.” When he looks up, Kuzuryuu’s facing away but notenough to completely hide the fact that his cheeks and ears are tinged a darkpink-red, especially since Hajime’s got a 22cm height advantage. Hajime grins.“C’mon, we’re going to be late for the movie.”

Whenhe reaches forward and grabs Kuzuryuu’s hands, he files away the squawkingnoise the shorter boy emits as he tugs him along towards the movie theater. Inall honesty, Hajime wouldn’t be able to tell anyone about the movie they saw –he believes it was an action flick – since Kuzuryuu decided to pay back the handholding with a game of gay chicken that led to some intense public displayingof affection. They’re lucky the theater was mostly empty and they chose seatstowards the back. Hajime’s mental notes of Kuzuryuu by the end of the movieinclude several points relating to the plushness of Kuzuryuu’s lips, the factthat Kuzuryuu’s palate is quite the sensitive spot, and that Kuzuryuu has totry extremely hard to remain quiet.

#ask #kuzuhina #hinata hajime #kuzuryuu fuyuhiko #sdr2 #dangan ronpa #danganronpa #super dangan ronpa 2 #anonymous #my writing #tumblr fic

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This is a lot lol I wasn't even expecting a response 1: 6 of the songs you listen to most? Young Dumb & Broke-Khalid, Sería in Error- Regulo Caro, Love Galore-sza, LOVE.-Kendrick Lamar, Mi Gente- J Balvin, and Adiós Amor- Christian Nodal2: If you could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be? @iluvsarahii from instagram lol3: Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 23, give me line 17. I don't have a book near me lol srry 4: What do you think about most? My life/future5: What does your latest text message from someone else say? "Keep us updated, make sure ma gets sum rest, and grandpa".6: Do you sleep with or without clothes on? With but no bra 7: What’s your strangest talent? Idk lol nothing I guess8: Girls… (finish the sentence); Boys… (finish the sentence) Girls Rule; Boys drool lol idk9: Ever had a poem or song written about you? No10: When is the last time you played the air guitar? Idk maybe when I was younger11: Do you have any strange phobias? Clown phobia12: Ever stuck a foreign object up your nose? No13: What’s your religion? Christian14: If you are outside, what are you most likely doing? Walking/Running15: Do you prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it? Behind16: Simple but extremely complex. Favorite band? The 197517: What was the last lie you told? "Idgaf"... yeah18: Do you believe in karma? Definitely!!!19: What does your URL mean? It's my birthday 20: What is your greatest weakness; your greatest strength? Weakness: get way too emotional 🙄 Strength: handling pressure well? Idk lol21: Who is your celebrity crush? Ryan Reynolds forever22: Have you ever gone skinny dipping? No23: How do you vent your anger? Usually to mekala lol but I tend to keep it bottled up 24: Do you have a collection of anything? Change? Does that count?25: Do you prefer talking on the phone or video chatting online? Phone talking but it really depends who it is 26: Are you happy with the person you’ve become? Not all the way27: What’s a sound you hate; sound you love? Continuous beeping, or anything loud tbh; love the sound of rain28: What’s your biggest “what if”? "What if I am a loser?" Getting deep lol29: Do you believe in ghosts? How about aliens? Yes and ABSOLUTELY!30: Stick your right arm out; what do you touch first?Do the same with your left arm. Right- the side of my bed; left- my pillow31: Smell the air. What do you smell? My shampoo lol32: What’s the worst place you have ever been to? Nowhere? Idk33: Choose: East Coast or West Coast? East 34: Most attractive singer of your opposite gender? Bad Bunny lol I can think of several but he came to mind first lol35: To you, what is the meaning of life? To get to know yourself and love yourself 💖36: Define Art. Anything that makes you happy when doing it 37: Do you believe in luck? Yes38: What’s the weather like right now? Clear39: What time is it? 11:30pm40: Do you drive? If so, have you ever crashed? Yes and yes but it was not my fault41: What was the last book you read? A chakra healing book42: Do you like the smell of gasoline? Yes43: Do you have any nicknames? Yes several, vane jen nessy jenjen etc44: What was the last film you saw? I,robot45: What’s the worst injury you’ve ever had? When I slammed my car door on my thumb46: Have you ever caught a butterfly? Yes when I was younger47: Do you have any obsessions right now? Makeup and skin care48: What’s your sexual orientation? Straight49: Ever had a rumour spread about you? Yes in high school lol50: Do you believe in magic? No51: Do you tend to hold grudges against people who have done you wrong? Yes but I get over it eventually52: What is your astrological sign? Leo 🦁53: Do you save money or spend it? Spend it 😅54: What’s the last thing you purchased? Sports bras and leggings55: Love or lust? Love56: In a relationship? No57: How many relationships have you had? 1 serious relationship the others I don't count 58: Can you touch your nose with your tongue? No59: Where were you yesterday? At work then I came home60: Is there anything pink within 10 feet of you? Yes my pillow61: Are you wearing socks right now? No62: What’s your favourite animal? Giraffe63: What is your secret weapon to get someone to like you? My charm? Lol64: Where is your best friend? In school in Columbus 😞65: Give me your top 5 favourite blogs on Tumblr. I rarely get on so idk66: What is your heritage? Hispanic/Mexican 🇲🇽67: What were you doing last night at 12AM? I think I was slee by then but if not probably on ig or snap68: What do you think is Satan’s last name? Lucifer 69: Be honest. Ever gotten yourself off? Yes70: Are you the kind of friend you would want to have as a friend? I would like to believe so71: You are walking down the street on your way to work. There is a dog drowning in the canal on the side of the street. Your boss has told you if you are late one more time you get fired. What do you do? Save the dog72: You are at the doctor’s office and she has just informed you that you have approximately one month to live. a) Do you tell anyone/everyone you are going to die? b) What do you do with your remaining days? c) Would you be afraid? A) no i wouldn't want them to be sad B) Spend as much time with the ones I love C) I think in the beginning I would be 73: You can only have one of these things; trust or love. Trust74: What’s a song that always makes you happy when you hear it? I can't think of the song rn...75: What are the last four digits in your cell phone number? 492676: In your opinion, what makes a great relationship? Communication for sure.77: How can I win your heart? Being yourself78: Can insanity bring on more creativity? Yes79: What is the single best decision you have made in your life so far? Leaving my old job 80: What size shoes do you wear? 881: What would you want to be written on your tombstone? Nothing 82: What is your favourite word? Not favorite but I use it almost everyday so I hear 🙄 "fuck"83: Give me the first thing that comes to mind when you hear the word; heart. Break84: What is a saying you say a lot? "Ok and?"85: What’s the last song you listened to? One more night- Maroon 586: Basic question; what’s your favourite colour/colours? Yellow and Orange 87: What is your current desktop picture? I'm on my phone so I'll tell you that lol my baby cousin genesis 😍88: If you could press a button and make anyone in the world instantaneously explode, who would it be? Nobody I'm not that evil89: What would be a question you’d be afraid to tell the truth on? "What's on your mind?" 90: One night you wake up because you heard a noise. You turn on the light to find that you are surrounded by MUMMIES. The mummies aren’t really doing anything, they’re just standing around your bed. What do you do? Lay tf still 91: You accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow you with the super-power of your choice! What is that power? The ability to fly 92: You can re-live any point of time in your life. The time-span can only be a half-hour, though. What half-hour of your past would you like to experience again? The last time I spent time with my dad.....93: You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be? I have several but I wouldn't they made me who I am today..94: You have the opportunity to sleep with the music-celebrity of your choice. Who would it be? Childish Gambino 😩95: You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere. You have to depart right now. Where are you gonna go? Mexico to visit my grandma 😞96: Do you have any relatives in jail? yes97: Have you ever thrown up in the car? Lmao yes98: Ever been on a plane? When I was younger99: If the whole world were listening to you right now, what would you say? "Let's love one another ❤️"