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thisisntmyrightera · 2 years

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A broken nose, a science project and my first love.

Summary: Again, Eddie and you are the parental support of Dustin but now you finally know what Eddie feels for you

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Mondays were the most boring day in the week, Robin was worried about the inventory of Family video, Eddie was hangover and Nancy was busy with the school newspaper, nobody felt like doing something fun, that happened until Wednesday or Thursday when the group started giving ideas to spend the weekend in something fun.

That day was no different, everyone with long faces and small talk, even the sound of your locker was annoying and you hated looking for your History book because you knew that class would be long and boring as hell.

-What the fuuuu...-you turned annoyed feeling a small push until you lowered your voice to a whisper noticing that it was Max who had inadvertently hit you while carrying her science project - oh...it was you

-I'm sorry...this shit doesn't let me see well while I walk - the redhead sighed annoyed dropping your project to the floor to open her locker

-Hey that vocabulary girl - you looked at her narrowing your eyes

-I'm sorry...it's just that it hasn't been a good day - Her look seemed annoyed as she searched for her books and put away the ones from the class she had recently taken.

-Tell me...-you raised your eyebrows looking back at your locker- did I tell you that Munson almost ran over Jason in the morning? that would have made the day much better - you laughed closing your locker to look at Max who didn't show any sign of amusement, instead he seemed to think something

-So that was it...shit

-What?...what happened? - your face totally changed to a more serious one knowing that she knew many things ahead of time because Lucas or Dustin told her in class

-Shit...-Max slammed her locker shut, walking quickly towards the door that led to the football field.

-Hey what's up? - you quick step followed her making her stop with accelerated breathing

-Jason... in the morning he pushed Dustin, he did it in a somewhat rough way that made Dustin stumble and his science project broke when it fell to the floor, I had never seen Jason behave like that with Dustin and he really put a lot of effort into that project, he didn't even go out for the weekend with us to finish it to get an A and...he got a little upset about it...

-Jason hit Dustin? - your eyebrows furrowed feeling your heart beat strong and a rage grow from the center of your stomach to the rest of your body

-It's not just that...Lucas...he told Eddie and Eddie said that after first period he was going to...confront Jason...

-Shit...- your backpack fell to the floor as you ran outside looking for the group of idiots, you knew that Eddie was not safe, he was intimidating, rude when dressing and behaving but he was a total butterfly to fight, he didn't like it get into trouble and if he did run away from it

You kept running until you reached the stands that were on the side of the football field and you could see Eddie cornered between the structure and Jason and 5 other idiots with the football team jacket, it was the scene you imagined but when you saw the blond holding Eddie's shirt your anger grew more making you run towards them again.

-No...don't do that - Max yelled into the distance running trying to reach you

-Jason! - your voice was loud making the 5 players turn around fast while you pushed Andy and your hands took Jason's arms pulling him away from Eddie and your right fist hit his nose making him fall - you think you're very rude for hitting a kid, look for problems with someone your age fucking idiot - your hands took Jason's shoulders making him turn while he covered his face with his arms

-No... leave him alone - Eddie took you by the arms pulling you away, his chest felt up and down quickly against your back, your lips felt about to explode from how tight they were and your breathing was accelerated

No one moved, no one said anything, the boys in green jackets took slow steps backwards when they saw that you were trying to let go of Eddie's arms, so he decided to let go of your arms and wrap his arms tightly around your waist so you couldn’t be free

-Do you need this bitch to defend yourself, Munson? -Jason laughed wiping the blood from his nose looking at you still lying on the grass

-This bitch broke your nose asshole, the next time you want to annoy one of the kids come find me if you have the balls to fight with someone your age

-It's enough, it's not worth it - Eddie spoke almost close to your ear while with his arms he tried to move you away a little more to go with Max

-Idiot - your foot managed to kick Jason's tibia causing him to stop covering his nose and hold his leg in pain

-I told you that’s already enough - Eddie sighed almost lifting you in the air to turn around and put you back on the floor to walk away

-That was... great - Max laughed accommodating her backpack - you left him on the floor writhing in pain

-I would have killed him if I had had the opportunity - you sighed, moving abruptly letting go of Eddie's arms - you didn't have to defend him

-Defend him? I was preventing you from doing something stupid, you broke his nose, that just with the first blow you gave him, what would have happened afterwards? I have to pay your bail because you would have killed him? -Eddie walked by your side moving his arms while his curls jumped

-It's no big deal, I didn't want to kill him

-Maybe you didn't want to, but you easily could do it, you fight like jailer- Eddie scratched his cheek as you and Max laughed walking down the hall to get your bag - Hey Sweetheart, Mrs. O'Donnell doesn't want to give me a C in her class, you think you can go visit her later and maybe knock her out

-Shut up asshole - you laughed as you pushed him and he crashed into a locker making him and Max laugh out loud making everyone look at you weird because of the way they played.

The day became a little more interesting after that, the next period you shared class with Jason and his nose was swollen with a bandage, the idiot had lied saying that a ball had hit him and obviously he had threatened his friends not to say anything and although he wanted to pass himself off as the cool guy, he didn't even have the courage to look at you because of the fear and embarrassment he felt.

At the end of the school day, like every day you were leaning on Eddie's van, this time eating pretzels that he had left over from lunch while he explained to you what Kass and Vecna meant but you just shook your head pretending you were paying attention to him even though you didn't understand a bit of what he was talking about

-So that's it, Kass is the one who kills Vecna - Eddie smiled proudly stealing a pretzel from the bag - it was easier than you thought right?

-Yes... super easy - you looked at him with your serious face of consent making him smiled proudly until he looked at the school door watching Dustin go out crestfallen with a slow step - do you think... we should help him?

-That's why we're here - Eddie sighed feeling sorry for the boy until Henderson approached you looking at you with his sad face

-I'm sorry...I was talking to Miss Addams and...can we go now? - Dustin sighed exhausted

-Your science teacher? - You looked at him curiously, making the boy agree - It's...for your project, right?

-Who told you? - The boy rolled his eyes sighing

-Max - Eddie looked at him biting a pretzel

-I told her not to say anything... I did tell her what had happened in the morning and she gave me the opportunity to deliver the project to her tomorrow, but that's impossible, it took me all weekend to make that damn model and now she wants to do it in a couple of hours is impossible..

-Why is it impossible? -You looked at him curiously with a gesture that his comment was something stupid

- You do not understand? 3 days... 3 days it took me to do that damn project and now I only have a couple of hours, I can't

-Dude, that is not what the master of hellfire has taught you

-Besides you have us right? -you smiled at him, giving him a light blow on his arm making the boy smile- come on, let's go to your house and we'll do it together, what do you say?

-Are you sure? Don’t you have something better you do?

-We were going to go bother Harrington but we can do that tomorrow -Eddie laughed disheveling his hair-come on

Dustin's ride home was more fun than usual, Eddie singing metal songs getting frustrated whenever he got the lyrics wrong blaming the recording for purposely changing it to make it look ridiculous, but it was kind of sad to get there and see the home alone with no trace of where Claudia could be.

-And your mother Henderson? - Eddie entered looking everywhere noticing the decoration very different from the one in his trailer

-Hmm probably on work... I don't know - Dustin sighed leaving his backpack on one of the sofas looking at you - so where do we start?

- Well... how was your previous project? - You looked at him curious holding your backpack standing in the center of the room next to Eddie

-Well, they were the planets... with Styrofoam and cardboard material - Henderson moved his hands explaining making you look at him strangely holding laugh

-How boring, do you have a cardboard box and those... Styrofoam things?

-Yes, I think I have a couple more - Dustin and Eddie looked at you consensual, paying full attention to your instructions

-Bring them, also paints and your science book, you help me clean the table - you looked at Eddie as he approached you, removing the floral vase from the center and folding the tablecloth carefully so as not to stain it while you opened newspaper pages on the polished wood of the furniture to avoid ruining it

-Since when do you know how to do projects? -Eddie looked at you curiously smiling while he took off his jacket

-Since that's what teachers ask us for special grades...-you looked at him seriously wondering if you and Eddie went to the same school

- My teachers have never asked me to do one - Eddie laughed sitting in one of the chairs

-Eddie they do, but you never do them - you laughed sitting next to him while Henderson put the material on the table and Eddie wiped his smile thinking about all the things he hadn't brought to class

-This is enough? - Dustin looked at you while you settled taking the book to look at the drawings of the planets- see this? –you show the book page to the boys- why don't you start painting the planets in the Styrofoam spheres and I'll do the rest of the model - you smiled at them like a little designer making them agree

Eddie and Dustin painted, smearing their hands with paint while they fought each other because the royal blue color looked too dark and was confused with black or because Dustin had taken the green brush if that was the one that Eddie was using, you cut carefully the front of the box making a curve on the sides without cutting the ceiling to be able to place the hanging planets

After a while Dustin turned on the radio making Munson seemed annoyed that they didn't play any metal, just trashy music and mediocre hits that would be forgotten in a few days when another cardboard artist put out a new song.

-Eddie, do you hear that? Do you hear it? - You looked at him pretending to be surprised when ''Take on me'' began to play on the radio moving your shoulders and arms following the rhythm

-Don't dance that you look silly - he looked at you apparently annoyed returning his gaze to the figure he painted in orange

-Dance with me, I've always wanted you to dance with me-you laughed taking his hand trying to get him up but he only laughed denying trying to stay seated

-He says the song are stupid but look how he moves his foot, he's following the rhythm- Dustin almost shouted pointing down the table making you and him laugh out loud while Eddie covered his blushing face

-The song is catchy ok, stop being a pain in the ass

The afternoon continued between small episodes of stress and small breaks as you stretched your backs and looked for something to eat in the Henderson's kitchen and then returned to your seats and continued with work.

-Eddie what are you doing? -You looked at him holding the scissors in your right hand and a piece of black cloth in the other while he brought the paint cans closer to his nose making a strange gesture

-It's just that... they smell strange- he look at you returning the container to his nose and then bringing it closer to your nose making you take his hand and putting away from you careful not to drop the paint on the table

-Don't smell it, that has chemicals and you can get high - Eddie looked at you raising his eyebrows and forming a mischievous smile on his face

-Delete that information from your brain Munson - you laughed pointing the sharp scissors at him making him laugh leaving the small container on the table

-Me, spending money on my magic plants and I could only buy a little school paint, what an idiot

-You are definitely an idiot - you laughed cutting the cloth to put it in the bottom of the box

Everything is ready to be set up and while you explained how you would set it up so that it would appear that the planets were floating in the box Eddie looked at the table with attention denying as he scratched his chin approaching the table

-I have a better idea, Dustin, do you have any remote control toys that you no longer want?

-If I have a pair...why? - Dustin looked at him curiously

-Bring them and also some tape, cable scissors and screwdrivers -Eddie looked at him making that face that he always made when an idea came to his head, you knew him perfectly

-Well then I already finished my part... Dustin, are you hungry? I can go to the kitchen and prepare something if you want - your feet rocked slowly watching him as he walked to his room

-It's good that you mention it, I'm starving, feel free in the kitchen - the boy smiled entering his room making noises while things were heard falling

When you entered the kitchen you felt weirdly safe and wanting to continue working, you had to feed the boys who were still working, you walked everywhere, looking for things in the fridge, pans in the cupboards and knives next to the cutlery, in the background you could hear the radio playing and the guys talking about cables and something that would turn

-Shit, let me cut that other one - Eddie spoke as Dustin asked him something in a low voice and Eddie answered him

It was strange that Claudia hadn't shown up yet but to Dustin that seemed so normal and he hadn't even realized that it was already dark, if someone asked you right now you could say that he didn't even miss her.

A few seconds later the screams of both boys made you react from your trance making you leave the utensils in the kitchen and run to the dining room table watching how they both hugged and screamed

-What happened? - you looked at them little scared, Dustin letting go of Eddie and running to you hugging you tight and jumping

-It worked!! it worked!! - Dustin laughed excitedly taking your arm to take you to the model looking at how the planets were perfectly aligned to the ceiling of the box in a circular shape and rotated slowly

-How... did you do that? - Your hands rested on the table as you slowly approached to look at the project

-Eddie did it; he took out the motor of a remote control car and put it there and somehow after cutting and connecting some wires he made them work

-You really did it? - You looked at Eddie smiling while he sat shy looking at the floor smiling a little - you're a damn genius Munson

- I didn't know you were so great with that, do you know about electronics why you never told us?

-Well, it's not something I use every day and no one asks if I know how to do it - Eddie looked at you smiling rubbing the back of his neck and taking a lock of hair to cover his embarrassed face

- It's time for dinner, go wash your hands and I'll clean here - your smile could be hard to hide as you put the project on the living room table and cleaned up all the mess, throwing the paint-soiled newspaper pages into the trash and putting the leftover materials in a shoebox where Dustin had put them, then you returned to the kitchen to serve the plates and putting them on the table along with their cutlery and a crystal glass while the boys played in the bathroom throwing water at each other

The rest of the night was full of laughs, Eddie telling you every 5 minutes that you were the best cook he had ever met and Dustin looking at you both with a smile that he tried to hide and playing with his food.

- Is something wrong Henderson? - Eddie looked at him making you also put your eyes on the boy

-It has a bad taste? - you looked at him curious

-No...it's not that, it’s delicious - Dustin smiled looking at you - it's just that...I haven't shared a dinner with someone in a long time...Mom is always busy or she usually has dinner in the living room while I have a something and take it to my room...it's not that bad, I know my mom works to be able to pay the bills and stuff but...sometimes I miss being like this

-like what? -Eddie moved his eyebrows intrigued as he took a bite to his mouth

-You...you make me feel like you guys are my family...you make me feel good - the boy smiled with a bit of a wet shine in his eyes making you two smile too and then Eddie broke the silence while pushing him slightly

-Just don't call me dad, ok? I'm too young for that and I'd feel uncomfortable.

-Of course I won't call you dad, are you idiot? - Dustin laughed as he pushed him back - want to do something great after dinner?

-After washing the dishes, your mother can arrive at any moment and I don't want her to think that we made a mess in her house

-Sure, after washing the dishes - Dustin smiled excitedly- I'll call Suzie so you guys can meet her

Eddie looked at you and you answered him with your eyes holding back a laugh, Suzie was a myth among you two, she was possibly a robot and Dustin had taken enough affection for her to call her his girlfriend. As soon as he finished his plate the boy ran to his room while you and Eddie cleaned the table and put everything in his place, then he followed you to the kitchen helping you wash the dishes and dry them by arranging them carefully

-You know... I think Suzie might be real- Eddie looked at you leaning against the island as he dried one of the plates.

-What makes you suddenly change your mind? -You looked at him laughing and returning your attention to the dishes while you carefully washed them

-Well, one of us should have a girlfriend, don't you think? or boyfriend in your case...-Eddie smiled flirtatiously moving his shoulders

-Why? why is the need? - you closed the sink shaking your hands a little and drying them you’re your jeans looking at him

-I don't know...I would like to share time with someone who supports me and likes my ideas, who motivates me to be better, who enjoys the way I am...

-I think i do all that with you...right? - you laughed putting the dishes on the shelf with your back to him

-Yes...but do you enjoy it? -Eddie supported his elbows on the island staring at your back, waiting for a movement

- Well... it's not something that bothers me, but if you want to find someone else for me it's fine you have the right to go out with someone - you looked at him taking the plates he was holding in his hands to return to the shelf and accommodate the rest

- And why waste my time looking for someone...when I already found you...you're practically my girlfriend...everyone says it and I'm tired of telling everyone that you're just my friend and never being able to say "Yes, she is the girl I love and she also loves me for who I am" - your body felt tense, like a knot in your stomach as you turned your body a little to look at him, hoping that he had it on his face one of those playful smiles, but his face was serious and his eyes kept looking at the ceramic plate that he still held in his hands and was half dry - it's humiliating that everyone makes fun of me for not having the courage to tell you how much I like you... but I think the fear of losing you is much bigger than continuing to be mocked by everyone

-Eddie...

-You don't have to feel sorry for me and my cheap statement in the middle of a kitchen, I understand that you don't feel the same and that's fine...

-Eddie...it's okay, it's never bothered me that everyone say I'm your girlfriend, even that time they put ''The freak's girlfriend'' in my locker in red letters, it bothered me more that they called you that way and not that the whole high school read that I was your girlfriend, it has never bothered me to be the reference to ''Munson's girlfriend’s’’

-So?..-He smiled making one of his "innocent" faces that you knew was the opposite

-So, if you are going to ask me to be your girlfriend, you will have to ask me in the best possible way because I have dealt with you for many years so that you end up asking me in the middle of a kitchen

-You are absolutely right Madame; I will find the best way so that all your effort and work is compensated in the way you deserve.

-Guys... I found the signal - Henderson leaned out the kitchen door smiling agitated to run back to his room while Eddie and you forgot for a moment you recent confession of love to quickly leave behind him - Suzie do you copy? ..Suzie

-Dustin - you smiled walking through the door looking at how the boy was holding the microphone

-Shh...Suzie will be there?

-Dusty bun I copied you - the somewhat mocking smile that had formed on your face and Eddie's disappeared while you looked at each other scared to hear the female voice come out of that radio

-Great Suzie poo, I'm with my friends who they…- Dustin turned looking at both of them a bit challenging - they didn't believe that my pretty girlfriend existed

-Oh hello guys, I'm Suzie - a small laugh after speaking sounded causing both of them to approach the boy and his radio a bit curious

-Say hello, don't be rude – Dustin whisper looking at you both

-Oh...right…- Eddie looked at him with an apologetic look as he brought his hand to his chest-umm...Hi Suzie poo

-Hey, I just call her Suzie Poo...- Dustin looked at him jealous frowning

-I'm sorry...Suzie...I'm Eddie, Dustin's friend

-Eddie? The guy who plays Dungeons and Dragons with my Dusty bun? He talks to me a lot about you - you could see the smile on the girl's face despite only listening to her, making Eddie smile proudly, feeling important in the boy's life

-Your turn - Dustin looked at you bringing the microphone closer to your mouth making you walk away a little awkwardly

-Amm Hi Suzie I'm Y/N... Dustin's friend

-Ah...Eddie's girlfriend, Dusty bun also talks to me a lot about you and how pretty you are, your voice is very sweet

-Yes...I... thank you - you smiled clumsily and shyly sitting on Dustin's bed while the boy murmured a silent ''sorry''

After several minutes talking to the girl on the other end of the speaker and you and Eddie sharing looks of discomfort at the cheesy, romantic way the guys were talking to each other, you both decided it was time to go home, so after saying a nice goodbye to the girl and Dusty bun the drive to your house in Eddie's Van was the same as always, despite what had happened a few hours ago in the Henderson’s' kitchen nothing between you both hadn't changed a bit in the way in which you two talked or joked, only this time the farewell was a little different and instead of leaving you on the sidewalk and leaving this time Eddie decided to get out of the Van and accompany you to the front door of your house and then say goodbye with a kiss on his cheek, quickly enter your house to not give him a chance to say something, just for looking out the window and see how Munson returned to his Van laughing and jumping making his curls jump making you laugh at his reaction.

The next morning was not much different from the previous one, you hated everyone in the school, you sat down to eat with Robin because despite having accepted your feelings for Munson, you respected that Tuesdays were ''Planning and debate'' with the D&D guys and you weren't supposed to go into their important discussion, though every once in a while your eyes would glance right over to his table to see him arguing frantically with the other guys and grinning at how dedicated he was in his leadership role, just the same way he teased you, He looked from time to time giving you a smile and for some magical reason of fate Robin never noticed avoiding comments or awkward questions.

After class and when you left hating the humanity and their creations annoyed, you walked to Eddie's Van who was already waiting for you, leaning on the side.

-Hasn't Henderson arrived? -You looked at him curiously as he shook his head, smiling at you with his bright eyes in a slightly different way than he always looked at you.

-How was your day? - he smiled at you playing with one of his strands of hair

-Bored, yours?

-Bored - you two laughed, leaning on the Van to look at the door and how Dustin came out happy and smiling with Mike and Lucas holding his project with a blue ribbon ''the best of the class''

-Guys... look - Dustin held the project in front of you proudly showing his ribbon while the sun made his braces shine

-Owww my little one -you laughed holding your hands on your chest- we are very proud of you sweetheart

-totally, you are our pride- Eddie imitated your tone laughing with you making Dustin erase his smile knowing what was coming

-You must thank us, right Eddie bun? - You looked at Eddie with a sweet and tender gesture that was strange to see in you while you held on to keep laughing

- You're absolutely right Y/N Poo - Eddie looked at you smiling and pouting at the same time while Dustin looked at them both showing them his middle finger annoyed at their teasing

-I will not talk about my romantic life with you two again, you are terrible, why don’t you kiss each other and be happy like the rest of us, you do not have to annoy me just because I do have a girlfriend - Dustin got into the van still grumbling as he settled his project on the seat and you two burst out laughing making the students walking past you two look judging at you and whisper how weird you were together.

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Shidou Ryuusei — Taming Demons

PAIRING: Shidou Ryuusei/Reader WORD COUNT: 7.6k TYPE: Humor, Roommates, Romantic frenemies WARNING(S): Threats of violence, canon-typical football derangement, there's a cockroach (and it's not shidou 😰)

It’s on a decent day that Sae meets you and Shidou. The weather is mild without any clouds to obscure the sky, the wind is nothing more than a pleasant breeze, birds are chirping, and most importantly there are no ugly and irrelevant middle-aged men from the JFA to bother him with their whining or otherwise offend his senses.

Too bad he’s on the way to some secret deprivation tank in Ego Jinpachi’s football-themed basement to appreciate any of this.

He’d been ballsier than usual, all things considered, which is an impressive accomplishment since his default setting is audacious. Yeah, saying he wants one striker and then demanding two is a little much even for him, but he’s not going to leave a stray behind. That’d be a waste.

It’s not like Ego didn’t try to warn him, showing him actual footage to review like this was evidence he needed to present in court while making a case.

In the first clip, Rin was calling you lukewarm (there was really no context beyond this), to which you looked at him like you didn’t even know who he was and said, “Peons should only speak to me while looking at my feet, so do that or exercise your right to remain silent,” and it made Rin so incredulous that he actually didn’t respond.

Then Shidou appeared to have found this funny because he came running into view at mach speed laughing his ass off, just to shove the soles of his cleaves in Rin’s face and say, “Lick my feet, Rin-Rin!”

Predictably this turned into some kind of scuffle (to Sae’s bemusement, Rin was losing), and then you joined in because apparently Shidou was ‘copying you,’ and when you accused him of that he became super offended, and at some point the video cut off.

Fine, Sae thought. Whatever.

The second one was ominously titled ‘The_[L/n]_Disaster.wmv,’ and it was cut out from the match this whole saga revolved around. It was normal for a while until you — for no discernible reason — fell down to your knees, pulled an… unsettling expression, screamed like a banshee and said, “I’m so bored! I’m gonna die!” before stealing the ball and shooting it into your own team’s net.

Understandably the field fell into an uproar, and some of your teammates straight up threatened to kill you.

“Who the hell do you think you are???”

You sat down like a petulant child, crossed your arms even. Everyone was too busy holding back their bloodlust so as to not pummel you into the ground and get a hundred red cards to make sense of your behavior.

… Honestly? A little weird, but nothing the Itoshi Sae can’t work with.

And then there was the last video, which was also the lengthiest. Whoever edited it had too much time on their hands. It was like a full-fledged movie with a romantic subplot (between Shidou and the ball or maybe his abstract interpretations of the act of playing football), conflict (the half hour long montage of him fighting everyone, overlayed with shitty dubstep music), and even a climax (in the literary sense).

Also strange, but not enough to put off Sae. After seeing all of this, though, he wondered if Rin managed to make at least one friend, but quickly squashed the thought. Not like he cares.

The final attachment was completely innocuous, an overview of your abilities and progress in Blue Lock, and both of you had unflattering pictures in your files. Ego’s underlying question of Do you know what you’re getting yourself into? still translated.

You’re not lumps of talent or whatever. It’s more like you’re diamonds buried in a deep pit of shit that no one even wants, but at the mental image of himself digging through feces, Sae disregards the metaphor.

If Ego’s idea for an ideal striker is a raging megalomaniac, well. He sure knows how to pick them.

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Electrocuted like an inmate in a movie running into the fence while trying to break out of jail, muzzled like some kind of idiot dog that doesn’t know not to bite people, strapped down in a fucking straitjacket, what did Shidou ever do to deserve this? Humiliated, and not in the sexy way.

To think of all of these punishments, the most cruel one is still your company.

Just watching you is exhausting him, maybe even more so because he can’t stand up and restrain your annoying ass to make you stop screaming and rolling around and kicking and hitting and whatever (all things he believes are within his right and not yours, since you’re doing them in a way that is so not fun). He swears he’s never been tired before, but right now he has no energy, and he’s not even doing anything. You have to be some special new species of leech.

That’d be kinda hot now that he thinks about it, if you’d like… attach to him and suck out his blood. But for now he needs to stay focused.

Prior to your freak-out — he’s not even sure what you’re mad about — you had to write ‘I won’t score in my own goal next time’ all over the walls because apparently ‘if you act like a child, you’ll get treated like one,’ but you gave up not even half-way through and broke the marker after declaring you’re going to kill Ego.

“I think you need to be in a straitjacket, not me,” he says with a sly grin as if this whole situation is amusing. He does share your killing Ego sentiments, though, but you’re easy to tease. Despite his fatigue from the predicament, he is still dedicated to being an irritating piece of shit.

“I wish I was!” you say.

What?

You drag your hands down your face, stretching the skin. “I’m going to gouge my eyes out!” Then there’s some more facial expressions of mental anguish before you perk up after his words properly register in your head. “Oh, you’re so worthless and perverse, but this is actually a great idea. We should switch,” you say pleasantly.

“Worthless? C’mon, didn’t you watch while I was playing?”

You undo the muzzle so he’s the slightest bit grateful to you until you say, “Meh.”

You’re being disingenuous here and one of Shidou’s principles is real recognizes real, so even this is enough to piss him off, but then again there was also the other questionable and embarrassing thing you did. “If football’s a source of life, then you’re like a miscarriage. Or an abortion.”

“What! Why?”

Wow, you are such an infuriating and confusing hypocrite. He needs to take you out on a date some time. “‘Cause the only one who should get to shoot in your goal is… me.”

Your eye twitches, face scrunching to the left like a black hole is sucking in all of your features. He looks so happy with himself that you want him to die. “Shidou Ryuusei-”

“Not the full government name!” he cries out with fake dismay.

“-if you say something like this to me again, I’m gonna dismember you.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” There is a shit-eating grin of a man who knows exactly what you’re talking about on his face. A slight blush, even, but it points towards elation, not embarrassment. “And there’s nothing in here you can do that with.”

“The room has walls.”

“Don’t saaaay things like that,” he sings. “Not when I’m all tied up like a lunatic.”

What does he mean by this?

You’re not even making progress with unhooking the straitjacket since there isn’t much wiggle room between Shidou’s back and the weird stand thing, but Ego shocks you through the bodysuit to dissuade you from any further attempts. This time, when you slip on the floor, it’s not your fault. After a few pitiful twitches, you say, “That’s it. I’m gonna die.”

???

“I was beautiful.” You pose while still on the floor. “Please make up some cool last words for me. For my tombstone.”

“You went from killing Four Eyes to killing me to then killing yourself. Amazing range,” says Shidou with a whistle, once again acting like the situation is funny.

He watches you try to break your neck by forcing it in unnatural positions using your hands for a bit until the effort proves to be anatomically impossible. Long hours lie ahead of him.

___

Sae has been eavesdropping in front of the door for at least twenty minutes to assess the situation before walking in. There’d been blood-curdling screams, heavy sounds of thrashing (apparently you were trying to run up to the ceiling and kept falling down and throwing tantrums, which Shidou, again, found hilarious, but all it gave Sae was a migraine from having to listen to the commotion), and five arguments that never concluded because you two couldn’t stay on topic. Many expletives and creative death threats flew through the air.

It occurs to him for the first time that trying to control the two most selfish strikers on the roster is ambitious. You both operate on an incomprehensible level of egotism, with you acting like your teammates are unimpressive circus acts and Shidou’s tendency to play as if he’s a sole soldier on a mission to bludgeon everyone else on the field. Small fry who don’t take gambles like this here and there, though, aren’t worth anything.

“I love watchin’ people squirm and all, but not like this. Can you do something more exciting?”

“What’s gonna be exciting is the sight of your nail beds while I rip them off one by one.”

The sound of an exaggerated yawn. “Your fake threats aren’t stirring me at all. Look at me, I’m so bored. So bored and pathetic and restrained and please, I need a more refreshing view.”

There’s one last, grander thud. “I’m done,” you declare.

… Nothing, for a bit.

“You look so cute and harmless like this. Makes me wanna squeeze your neck till your eyes pop out.”

You don’t dignify that comment with a response.

___

This latest development is detrimental to your relationship with Itoshi Sae. Not that you have any kind of relationship with him besides striking up the U-20 deal, but you’ve been dating him in your head ever since you saw him play on TV a few years ago. You’re contemplating mentally breaking up with him for good. That’s how serious of an offense you’re dealing with.

It’s like you don’t even know me, Sae, you cry, though you don’t commit to speaking it out loud. He’s not even here to hear your bitchfest, anyway, so you settle for throwing your minimalistic bag of belongings on one of the beds with as much hate as possible.

Shidou waves at you from the other side of the room like you didn’t arrive at this complex in the same car, and like you didn’t spend eight hours in the punishment room together. Your scowl is really, really ugly, wrinkling your skin. Seriously, sharing an apartment is one thing, but the same room? The same toilet? There is no one you tolerate enough in the world for this bullshit.

After sorting through your belongings and doing a good job at ignoring whatever Shidou is saying, you step out and head towards the kitchen and rummage through the fridge and the pantry. It’s a little strange that you’re no longer in Blue Lock for the time being. You can go eat at a restaurant if you want to, but you find that Sae’s team has been gracious enough to leave some supplies to last a couple of days.

Shidou trails after you like an unwanted shadow. You examine everything one last time before grabbing a protein bar and taking a seat at the table, leaving you with the view of Shidou grabbing whatever he can before he dumps it all on the counter and opens the blender. You frown in confusion. “What’re you doing?”

“Cooking,” he says in a tone which suggests he finds you stupid for not understanding that at first glance.

“You can’t put raw meat in the fucking blender.”

“Yeah, I can.” He rips two packages with different spices and dumps them in. “Look, there’s even seasoning.” And then he shoves in a cucumber and an unpeeled banana.

You lunge towards him, cradling the blender, your snack forgotten. “You’re gonna get food poisoning, moron.”

“Then how come I’ve never had it before???” Shidou tries to take a hold of it again, wrenching it out of your hands before a game of tug-of-war ensues.

There is no way he’s serious. This must be some elaborate way for him to troll you. Your struggle for the blender, however, is more intense than anyone would’ve anticipated because your palms turn sweaty, with the blender slipping out once you attempt a harder yank. Shidou almost manages to save it from its imminent fate with a swipe, but his reaction is not fast enough and it shatters on the floor.

“Look at what you did.” You gesture.

“You got in the way of my cooking! It’s your fault.”

“What the hell is wrong with you? Were you raised in a cave? A mountain? I will destroy you if I see you ‘cooking’ in my presence again.”

He rolls his eyes and mimes a blabbering mouth with his hand as if to say yap, yap, yap. You resist the urge to reach out and break at least one of his fingers.

With a huff, you stomp your way to the bathroom in search of a broom and dustpan to get rid of the glass shards, the rest of Shidou’s arguments about why a steak shake is ‘gourmet’ and ‘exotic’ falling on deaf ears. You’re also trying to think of a good place to throw away the pieces because you’re so not telling Itoshi Sae you broke his rent-a-blender.

You return to the sight of Shidou finishing up your abandoned protein bar while trying to pick up glass shards between his toes.

“Stop that. What if you hurt yourself?! Seriously, what’s your deal?” You narrow your eyes at him while he blows a raspberry at you and the realization of his thievery hits you. “Hey, spit that out.”

Shidou smiles and throws the shard — yeah, with his toes — at your shins, but you ignore the action, your pre-existing rage rendering you unresponsive. “So demanding.” He waves your protein bar, or at least what’s left of it, in the air. “Come and take it if you want it so bad.”

“I’m not playing tag like a child when the floor’s covered in glass,” you say, despite already taking a step forward, ready to assume a stance and chase him.

You do, of course, end up playing tag like a child when the floor’s covered in glass. Your protein bar falls in the toilet. When Shidou reaches to flush it, you push him out of the way, and he pushes back, and so begins a brawl, any other concerns fading in the background.

Two hours later, you shriek out a piercing scream when you take a piss and flush without thinking.

___

You wake up to weird yelling. This is atypical since you’re usually the one who causes commotion. You laze around in bed, taking it as noise from your dream, until your consciousness clears and during your first moment being awake, you swear to make whoever’s responsible for this regret it. Through bleary eyes, you observe the room, and find the bed opposite of yours empty.

You slog your way out to brush your teeth, but the racket grows louder, and you identify the source as the balcony. Without thinking, you head there to scold Shidou, abandoning your previous task.

“Cytolysis!” What the hell is he even on about? “Ooh, and arteries!” Seriously.

“Douchebag, you woke me up. Stop screaming so early or I’ll- Why are you naked?!”

“You were really talking for that long before you noticed…?”

“Cover up,” you say, disregarding his indirect call out of how much you love your own voice, to the point you stop noticing your surroundings once you get going in a spiel. “What if you get arrested for public indecency? It could ruin your life.”

“I can’t sunbathe if I’m wearing clothes,” Shidou says.

“You literally can.”

“Yeah, if I want an uneven tan.” He rolls his eyes as if you’re being unreasonable for expecting him not to randomly be in the nude. You really don’t know how maintaining a tan is more urgent than avoiding the charge you brought up, but you don’t bother questioning him any further. “Listen, you’re not ruining this for me. I haven’t been able to do my morning routine for weeks!”

“What, so you couldn’t do it in front of the others, but you can do it in front of me? I’m way too dignified for… the sight of you. Right now and in general.”

“Snobby-chan, you can’t be for real. There wasn't any sun there.”

“You really are shameless, aren’t you?”

He shrugs, looking at his nails in disinterest. “Shame is just a shackle that gets in the way of my freedom.”

Your eye twitches, and your scowling is causing some tightness in your face, primarily in your forehead. Don’t try to make it philosophical now!

“Ugh,” you say, figuring you’re way too speechless to offer anything more constructive. “Step foot in front of me like this when you’re done and I’m going to boil you in a cauldron, you hear?”

“Yeah, yeah, sure. Whatever you say, Prude-chan. Just don’t interrupt me again.”

“Call me by a nickname again and I’ll peel you with the peeler from the kitchen.”

Instead of replying, he sends you a kiss and a wink.

After some incredulous and judgmental staring, you slam the door shut, not putting much thought into the force of it. It rattles and the frame separates from the jamb, leaving it crooked and awkward. You fall to your knees on the floor and start crying — like, really bawling and torturing your throat with your wails of turmoil — and trying to shred your scalp with your nails. Shidou spares a moment from the bullshit he calls his ‘morning routine’ to laugh.

___

You emerge from your nap looking like you’ve been through the seventh circle of hell in Dante’s Inferno. It was to compensate for your early wake up. Now you stand in front of the mirror, finally brushing your teeth.

Shidou waltzes in not much later, at least wearing a shirt and shorts. He shoves you aside with the unceremonious command, “Move,” before leaning over the sink and pulling out eyeliner, trying to get in a good position.

You forget to yell at him, since you become fascinated by him when you see him put it close to his face with a look of concentration. Is he going to stab his eye out? This is so exciting.

… Shidou starts applying it over his lower lashline. You frown at the anticlimactic follow up. It’s pretty bizarre to be living with him like this, though.

Making your way around, you spit out the foam then rinse before moving on with the rest of your business. He slathers his hands in too much hair gel before beginning to work on shaping it into the ridiculous style he usually wears it in. This seems like an excruciatingly long and wasteful process.

You ask, “So you do this every day?”

“I thought ‘cause of earlier that you don’t know what a morning routine is, but are you really just gonna confirm it like that? You’re too easy.”

You almost make the mature decision to leave and do something else (maybe read a wikiHow article about how to fix doors), but Shidou proves to be too tempting of a target when he stands there, scrutinizing you with an almost feline expression as you pass by him. Twisting one of the loose strands on his head around your finger, you pull him down to eye-level, and he lets you, looking amused. “I’m gonna grab you by your stupid antennae and throw you out of the window.”

Instead of answering, Shidou backs away and flicks the one you weren’t holding. You tilt your head in confusion, not understanding what he’s doing. “My receptors are sensing bullshit.”

You scratch your chin in fake contemplation. “You know, you act kinda weird and you have this wild look going on… but deep down you’re just a lame biology nerd.”

“Me, weird?! I’m not taking that from you,” he says in mock offense.

“What?” you ask, in astonishment at his nerve to bring you up. “There’s nothing weird about me.”

Your genuine confusion is making Shidou assume you live in a parallel universe.

___

It would’ve been your third day of surviving on protein bars — Shidou keeps referring to this as ‘your fault’ because you ‘broke the blender’ (objectively it was a collaborative effort, from your perspective he is to blame) as if the blender is a cooking utensil — so you’re heading to some cheap place to eat.

“I can’t believe they’re benching us,” you say through grit teeth. The complaint serves as a distraction from your grumbling stomach.

“But the fight was pretty fun,” Shidou adds optimistically, looking extra cheerful.

Just the thought of it is making you want to shrivel up and die, but then again, there are many things which make you feel this way. “That was so embarrassing. I hope Sae didn’t see… If he did, I’ll commit seppuku during practice tomorrow.” The last statement is a promise you make with solemn seriousness.

He most definitely saw since you had a loud meltdown before you joined Shidou in attacking everyone, but instead of bringing this to your attention, he says, “Is that guy a big deal or something? You like him a lot.”

His accusation isn’t presumptuous in the slightest. The one time he got an accidental glance of your lock screen, the picture was a close-up of Itoshi Sae’s unimpressed face with a conspicuous placement of the gettyimages trademark covering a fourth of his forehead.

“What?” You raise an eyebrow. Shidou expects you to freak out again and scream in denial, but all you ask is, “Don’t you know who he is?”

He shrugs.

“He’s a genius! And really handsome, too. I love watching him play,” you swoon, caressing your cheeks. “He’s like a prince. A football prince… The best kind of prince.”

“I’ll see what he’s about during the game,” says Shidou with a grin as if he’s the professional player renowned for his skills all over the world, and Sae is some random guy. But you don’t think he’s trying to be arrogant. There’s this inane kind of excitement about him, like he hopes what you said is true because he wants to experience it.

“Hey, Shidou. What was your life like before Blue Lock?”

You can’t help being curious. Are his parents negligent or something? No sane adults would let their kid develop the habit of screaming random shit while naked every morning. You hate to admit it, but you’re concerned about him.

“No use thinkin’ about boring stuff like that.”

Makes sense he’d be a live in the moment type of person. “Yeah, you’re right. I guess dwelling on the past is pretty peasant-like.”

You smile at each other in agreement, though you’re on the same page for reasons so different, someone might wonder how you’re even managing a civil conversation.

___

“What’re you doing?” Shidou asks, resting his foot on the corner of the coffee table with his phone in hand, scrolling.

On the other end of the couch, you’re slouching and balancing a few cards from the deck you stumbled on while looking for tools to fix the door with. You’ve learned an important lesson: chisels and pry bars don’t just lie around rented apartments, waiting for someone to use them.

“I’m turning over a new leaf, so I’ve decided to rediscover patience and peace,” you say with a close-eyed smile.

The load of bullshit you uttered fuels some curiosity in Shidou, so he peeks at you over his phone case. This fake ass smile doesn’t suit you at all. You look like you don’t have a soul.

He slides closer to you inch by inch, moving his leg with himself, until he is close enough for you to see what he’s doing in your peripheral vision. Not about to let him ruin your hard work, you swat away his foot with the back of your hand, but the quick movement upsets the three pyramids and the card on top of them, sending them all toppling down.

Shidou cheers when you flip the table.

___

You’re lazing around on your bed when Shidou struts up to you with a triumphant aura. “Y’know that little problem we had? I solved it,” he announces.

You perk up, eyes shining. “You’re gonna stop screaming every morning?” You don’t even care about him being naked anymore. His ritual interrupts your sleep so often that it’s affecting your mood tracker, always starting the day off with an angry swearing red emoji.

“No, I meant the sink.”

True. You avoid making eye contact with it since it’s overflowing. In a technical sense, you know how to wash them, so it’s not incompetence that’s driving you to allow this to go on. But it’d be an act of subservience since Shidou also throws his dirty dishes in there, and you’re not going to do his chores. You will make him understand who’s the bigwig here, even if you have to eat without a plate by the end of this lesson you’re teaching him.

He continues, “You’re pretending you don’t like waking up to my angelic voice now?” Then clears his throat, not leaving you any time to reassure him you’re not faking your distaste for his idiocy.

You interrupt him and cut off the fifth tone deaf ‘la.’ “So, you finally washed them?”

“What?” Shidou asks, raising his eyebrows like your assumption is nonsensical. “I threw them off the balcony. Now there aren’t any more of ‘em to get dirty.”

He looks so proud of himself — while also clearly realizing you’re on the brink of a breakdown, if his manic grin is anything to go by — and you want to puke. Theatrically, you roll off and fall, hoping to hit your head and get a life-threatening concussion, but for better or for worse, nothing of the sort happens.

You can imagine him aiming at people with forks from above.

When you remain still for a while, Shidou nudges you like one might do to fresh roadkill with a long stick from a safe distance. “You there? Are you hibernating or something? Blink twice if you died.”

___

Your recovery lasts several hours, during which you do nothing but lie on the floor.

Once out of your stupor, you head to the kitchen to mourn your loss (not of the dishes, but for your inability to get Shidou to do them), perhaps to gaze out of the window with a wistful sadness in your eyes. It takes you a few morose steps to realize they’re there, intact. Clean. You blink.

You can be so stupid sometimes.

___

A cockroach crawls out from behind the mirror. You back away, startled by the sudden movement, not realizing what it is you’re seeing at first glance. The real horror starts when you recognize the creature in front of you and shriek in alarm. When it doesn’t produce the desired result, you cave in and yell, “Shidou!”

“D’you want toilet paper?” he asks, his tone way too casual in comparison to yours. You could be dying in here, kidnapped and tortured by the Cockroach King, and you’re convinced Shidou would not give a shit.

“No! Just come in.”

He does. With a roll under his armpit. And then he does nothing to help.

You point at the wall, your index finger accusatory. It hasn’t moved to hide yet, so at least you don’t have to be paranoid about its whereabouts.

“You just strike me as the type of person who’d tell someone to wipe your ass,” he says irrelevantly.

“Kill it!!!” You’re glossing over his apparent willingness to do just that. But your anger dissolves into panic when your imagination comes up with all sorts of alternatives that have you clutching your scalp. It could give birth. Maybe you’d have to be the godparents, babysitting every Saturday.

“Pretentious-chan is not so big and bad anymore.” Shidou pouts, as if disappointed, then grabs it with his bare hand and examines it, making a big deal out of doing so, squinting his eye while widening the other. The insect is squirming in his hold.

“Bro, get rid of it! What if it escapes?!”

He takes a step forward, beaming at you, which you read as a warning sign preceding sinister intentions. Though you want to back away, you’re already standing by the sink, the front digging deeper into your skin. You think to reach out and push him away, but it puts you at risk of coming in contact with it if he lets it loose on accident… or on purpose.

Very slowly, he brings it closer and closer to your face. Your chin is retracting into your neck while you lean back to the best of your ability, and it’s straining your muscles, making you clench your teeth out of both fear and disgust.

“The others call me a cockroach,” Shidou says. “Are we twinning?”

“Stop.”

“C’mon, do we look alike?” He has the audacity to smile, looking all innocent.

One of the antennas almost brushes against your nose. Your brows pinch together, and you’re reaching levels of facial tension you haven’t experienced before, which is impressive considering how many mood swings you flip through on a daily basis.

“Dude, get it away from me,” you beg, borderline crying.

It seems to click in Shidou’s head that this is more serious than your usual tantrums, and he hates to think he’s made you upset on a substantial level, scrambling to crush the roach and flush it away.

You relax from your ‘afraid turtle’ position, straightening your posture to glare at him. Shidou looks at you like a kicked puppy. Even though he knows you don’t have mercy for excuses — valid or invalid — he takes a crack at the worst one. “It was a joke.”

If looks could kill.

“I’m sorry.”

His mumbling is quite pathetic and therefore almost unable to reach your ears (this phrase isn’t really a part of his vocabulary, so it comes out like a foreign tongue twister), but after you make sense of what he said, your lips settle into a phony smile.

“I think it’s unfair the others call you an insect,” you say. “I mean, they’re animals, but you make the conscious decision to be a piece of shit.”

“I’m sooooorry,” he says, this time with more confidence, and tries to catch you in a hug. As if.

“Wash your hands, freak.”

“Oh, right. I almost forgot about touching it already. Oops!”

You massage the bridge of your nose. He’s hopeless.

___

This noon, Shidou is preparing you a salad. You guess it’s a bit lacking, but you only have the tomatoes and the cucumbers and a block of cheese left. You’ve mostly been ignoring him since yesterday and he took matters into his own hands when he realized you were willing to starve over this. The protein bars ran out too, which is a shame since you love throwing them in as a side dish to your cooking.

Shidou liked the spaghetti. There wasn’t any sauce, so he suggested you grate protein bars over it, and you almost vomited after you tasted it. But at least one of you was happy.

You glance at him, mulling over whether you should continue being mad or not. Your wrath doesn’t seem effective on him, so you might need to switch strategies. Though you abandon the train of thought once you see how he’s gripping the knife like a toddler, cutting the vegetables and humming some annoying tune, so you rise from your seat and approach him. “You’re gonna hack your fingers off.”

“Huh?”

“I’ll show you.” You make a ‘gimme that’ gesture and hope it translates well enough.

Instead of passing it over, a gleeful expression takes over his face, and the sight of it disturbs you, since this is how you know he’s about to do something stupid. Your hunch proves correct when Shidou wraps his arms around your waist and lifts you in the air, looking up at you like you hung the moon or some shit, full of wonder. Usually, you’d appreciate people showing you due respect, but you have other concerns right now.

“The knife’s still in your hands, you fucking idiot,” you screech, squeezing his shoulder in alarm. What if he stabs you in the back, on some Julius Caesar shit?

“You’re so mean, but you still worry about me the most out of everyone,” he says, all but shoving his head against your neck, his nose poking your collarbone.

“RELEASE ME.”

You fall on your ass when he does. Shidou’s smile does not slip at the sound of you grunting in pain.

“You’re dangerous,” you say.

“For your heart, I’m assuming.”

“Yeah. I have high blood pressure, so.”

“Oh,” he says.

You pat yourself to brush off imaginary dust and make a big stink out of it, with downturned lips and aggressive motions. Then you ask, “Were you for real?”

“I’m pretty straight-forward,” he tells you as if it suffices.

Again, you hate to admit it, but you feel bad for him, if he perceives you as the one who cares about him the most. After all, you’re not all that kind to him.

___

“Are you awake?” Shidou asks the night before the match.

“No,” you say, continuing to scroll through your phone.

“Ok, listen. Do we share equal power in the relationship?”

“What?”

“Do we: A. work as a team or D. you get angry when I try to make decisions without you???”

“First of all,” you frown, “what the hell are you talking about? Second of all, why are you going from option A straight to option D?! It’s upsetting my balance.”

“I’m trying to see if you’re toxic, so I’m taking this relationship quiz,” he says before pressing something.

There might be some sensitive sort of nerve in your temple which is jumping out right now. “I’m not your lover.”

“Yeah, I know,” Shidou agrees while continuing to do whatever he is doing, not even bothering to conceal it. “I just wanna see.” Then, after more tapping, he lets out a performative gasp. “The quiz is saying you’re a red flag!”

“Shut up.” You throw your pillow at him, though they don’t spend much time together since he flings it back almost immediately. “You are, too.”

“Is it meant to be…?”

“Good night.”

“I thought you were already sleeping,” he lies with a facetious smile on his face. “Red flag, red flag!”

___

Shidou almost breaks out into a sprint, but you pull him back with a handful of his jersey, almost tripping him. “Let’s make a more nonchalant entrance,” you say, even if you don’t need to go out together.

“Huh, why? I wanna go out and play already,” he says, seemingly annoyed, though he does slow down to match your pace, shoving his hands in the sides of his pants from the lack of pockets.

You ignore the action and reply, “Well, I belong on the field and it’s natural I’ll be showing up, so there’s no reason to be too excited about it.”

“What a load of bullshit,” Shidou says, amused. “Are you any good when you’re shooting in the opponent’s net?”

“Guess you need to give me a good show. Otherwise, I start misbehaving when I’m bored.”

“You don’t need to worry about that at all!” Shidou swings an arm around your shoulder with a grin which seems a bit too elated. “Just keep your eyes on me and I’ll get you all excited.”

You’re about to retort with something about how you really doubt it, but grow preoccupied with blowing a kiss at the audience who doesn’t even know who you are. In this moment, Shidou realizes you’re some momentous kind of knobhead. It’s rare he’s the voice of reason, but you’ve given him a few opportunities to act as such the last few weeks.

___

Though Shidou already scored once, you’ve been stuck on defense the whole time, or getting marked by that pesky guy Isagi. You grit your teeth. He’s trying to piss you the fuck off and you know it. He wants you to lose your marbles so you become a liability.

If you have to be honest, you always think of everyone else on the field as an obstacle, even your teammates. You cannot name a point in time when this hasn’t been the case. In high school, you had the best scoring ability on your team, but messed up a lot and couldn’t synergize with the rest of them, and you’d get benched more often than not. And it always drove you crazy how your replacement couldn’t play to save his life, but somehow he was preferable.

Hell, you don’t even like playing most times. Your skin is always itching, giving you this familiar feeling that you’re about to burst into a pile of angry, gory entrails. Everyone else always calls these episodes tantrums or… or other synonymous words, you’re not good with words, but to you, it really feels like Armageddon when you get upset.

You mostly had fun practicing by yourself, kicking the ball on and on, running down the river for hours. It was liberating in a way, with no incompetent midfielder to tell you where you can and can’t shoot from, or missing the spot you’re trying to go for because your plans don’t match, or everyone telling you that you don’t fit in, or any people at all. It’s one big pain in the ass, playing football, but you’re so obsessed with it.

Shidou’s second goal snaps you out of this mulling you were doing. You blink in begrudging amazement. It’s like he took flight, or ascended, or something else dramatic of that nature.

The desire to score and steal the attention from him overwhelms you.

You don’t have to be the one who’s dancing out of sync anymore, if everyone’s going in your tempo. If Itoshi Sae doesn’t mind passing to these bad, bad spots you love so much, you can move freely just like Shidou.

When the ball goes back in play, you stay back and observe for a moment, before diagonally sprinting across the field.

“Hi,” you greet Sendou, before swiping it away from him and kicking it overhead all the way back to your side’s penalty area.

He stares at you in a mix of incredulity and irritation. “We’re on the same team!”

“Aces who can’t score don’t get to question me, okay?”

“You-”

But you’re already running again, continuing the zigzag pattern.

Aiku — who miraculously secures the ball and passes to Sae after your movements put everyone else on the field in disarray — hollers in half amusement, “Where the hell do you think you’re shooting?”

All this stupid fucking noise. ‘Winning’ and ‘losing,’ ‘heroes’ and ‘villains,’ ‘sensible’ and ‘irrational,’ everyone else always lets these plebeian concepts constrain them. Is it such a crime you don’t want to let anyone chain you down?

Sae passes the ball with you back and forth while you cut across the pitch, closing in, confusing and slipping past the defenders with your flitting and nonsensical dribbling. Karasu tries to intercept you, so you kick the ball to Shidou on the opposite wing with Reo breathing down his neck.

He has no choice, but to kick it a few paces ahead of you, where you arrive after shaking off Karasu by jumping around him during the shoulder-to-shoulder tackle.

“Ya move like a dumbass.”

“It’s really not fair when I have to give it back to you,” Shidou joins in on the yelling. By the expression he’s making, you can’t tell if he’s angry or excited. “Tease!”

You’re approaching the goal line, with Blue Lock’s side focusing on blocking you and limiting Sae’s courses. Oh, you can tell he’s gonna give you a really nasty one, so you can’t help but pass it back to him, hoping he can assist you in brute forcing your way through the rabble. Everyone is more or less floundering all the way to the left, drawn to your madness.

It’s kind of sadistic when he has you scrambling for the ball right in the middle of all this mess — unidentified limbs and bodies reaching for it at the same time. You jump and mime a kicking motion before trapping it, lobbing it over your head, then twisting your body in mid-air, viciously striking it into the net with your nondominant foot, right through the clear path where no one is guarding.

“A crazy feint in mid-air?! Against all logic, U-20’s [L/n] [Y/n] secures the goal!”

You land on your back with your legs shooting up in the air. You see Isagi hovering near Shidou, who was wide open. He must’ve been predicting you to give it up. He was reacting to you?

The audience is screaming my name… But right now, I’m just kind of happy to be playing with everyone.

Huh. It’s kind of like you’re practicing by the river again.

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Sae knows you don’t need much provocation to blow a fuse.

What he doesn’t expect is for you to also be very easy to please.

He also feels like a really big, smelly, juicy slab of meat with two hyenas breathing down his neck, what with Shidou jumping on his back and babbling about something and you taking his hands in yours before kneeling and proclaiming, “Please marry me.”

What the hell?

He wretches his fingers out of your hold, leaving you in the same position since you’re apparently too delusional to stop, huge smile on your face and all despite the rejection. Then he throws Shidou to the ground.

The phone number would cost three points. Sae isn’t sure how much matrimony is worth.

Shidou averts his interest to you, leaving Sae as the witness to whatever embarrassment is about to occur. He grabs you and forces you to stand up.

“Your explosion was the freakiest I’ve seen yet. Ka-boom!”

Is this supposed to be a compliment?

“Are you kidding me, your goal before that got me all fired up.”

Wow, and you, by all accounts a big-headed prick, are returning the kind(?) words.

“Pretty fun, isn’t it?” asks Shidou. “I’m having a blast.”

“I’m so happy and free of restraints, it’s like I’m on acid. No, something stronger. Ecstasy! DMT! PCP! Meth! Feeling this good should be against the rules! They should suspend me for doping!”

“You get me,” Shidou says in astonishment, parting his mouth in surprise. “You totally get me! It’s not something that makes sense! It’s a sensation! A state of existence! Let’s stay in symbiosis forever!”

What the fuck is going on.

You intertwine your fingers with his and proceed to dance by spinning around each other in a circle like some freaks. Sae steps out of earshot inch by inch, fleeing the scene.

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You’re gathering your things from the apartment since you and Shidou need to leave tonight. You spent two hours trying to DIY fix the balcony door again, but the endeavor was unproductive. For him, the most time-consuming task was retrieving all his products from the bathroom.

“You know, you’re so much fun when you’re in a good mood,” Shidou says, probably still thinking about the match, even though your team didn’t end up winning.

“Hey, Shidou. Do you remember that weird thing you said?”

“What thing?”

God, of course he doesn’t register the shit he spews as abnormal. You roll your eyes. “‘Let’s stay in symbiosis forever.’ Did you mean it?”

“I already told your demented ass I’m pretty straight-forward. I don’t say things just to say them! Get it through your head. Lip service is lame.” You frown and let out a noncommittal hum in response, which makes Shidou nudge you then poke you in the face until you respond. “What’s the matter? You’re not hitting me or screaming, so must be something bad.”

“I’m… I’m alone a lot, and I mean alone, not lonely, don’t get it twisted, so this is a big promise. We’ll have to make a blood pact over it if you’re serious.”

“Hm? Okay.”

“What, really? Just like that?”

“Make it the promise of a lifetime,” he sings, before wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you closer so you’re standing cheek-to-cheek. “You drive my love cells wild.”

The stare you scrutinize him with is one of abject horror.

“Come on, say something.” He starts poking you — this time in the ribs — when you don’t respond for a long time, but his grin settles into a thin line as if he’s possibly afraid he might’ve put you off.

You elbow him in the stomach, which distracts him from the jabbing he was doing, and then your demeanor switches entirely because you smile, point up your index finger and declare, “You know what? I like how enthusiastic you are about me. Let’s get married.”

Shidou bursts out laughing and this is apparently amusing enough for him to forget the way you shoved him back. “You’re kinda intense.”

“Me? Intense? And you aren’t?”

“Nah, I’m pretty chill.”

How you’re both this self-unaware, no one will ever know.

___

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the eldest son and the heir to one of the largest business corporates in the country. he’s very handsome, much more if you meet him in person. despite his family background, he doesn’t really want to attract too much attention to himself, saying that it’s too bothersome to smile and wave for the cameras flashing all around him. he also goes to uni at the most prestigious school in the country! of course he aces all his tests and passes every year with flying colors. think about it; a handsome, young man who’s destined to inherit such a large company, and one who acts like a gentleman every. single. second. who cannot be envious of such a person?

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he’s an international famous athlete, particularly in football. he loves, loves, LOVES the attention so in response, the crowd would continuously cheer and applaud for him whenever he’s on the field. he would be the type to send a wink for the enamored eyes to see and acts insensible when the crowd goes wild. after his long matches, he would be the first one to get huddled into a group of people who wants his autograph. when asked if he’s in a relationship, he simply responds by saying, “ah, let’s leave that up to your imagination.” and the crowd goes absolutely crazy.

៸៸ ◟DILUC RAGNVINDR !

he’s the owner of a small coffee shop residing near a clear, beautiful lake. it makes the location super convenient for romantic dates or friendly hangouts. he pretty much enjoys his job and loves to organize the interior as he wishes. he places small flower pots on the counter to stare at it or to make the shop appealing to the public eye. at first glance he may seem strict and grumpy (well he is) but once you get to know him well, he interacts with you very kindly. just don’t step too close in his line of comfort, or else he’ll have to send you a cold glare and make you leave the shop in shame.

+ bonus: he actually has a small turtle pin that’s hidden in his pocket. he refuses to wear it though :((

៸៸ ◟ALBEDO !

a painter who seeks inspiration for his future works. he doesn’t stay in one place, and by that i mean he goes into different places to collect pictures of objects he finds interesting. such places include: the local park, a public aquarium, an amusement park, etc. he mostly wears sweaters and a camera on his front, not to mention his bag which contains a notepad and a small, blank canvas. he might even find a suitable person for him to paint ;))

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he’s a musician who composes intricate pieces of music. he loves playing the flute and his very own guitar!! he definitely treasures it like his own child. he would also be the type of person who places hair clips on his hair, preferably if he's writing music. (his bangs get in the way of his line of sight and it irks him to some extent) he occasionally plays in a band as the lead guitarist and people always come to their concerts!! after their concert ends, his main go-to is to run to the nearest convenience store to buy yogurt and just sit outside for some fresh air.

៸៸ ◟XIAO !

he’s a popular live streamer known for his insane rhythm game skills (IDK IT JUST FITS HIM IN A WAY WAHHWHA) and fps shooting games!! yes, yes he does rage quit sometimes. his signature style is a black shirt or a black sweater, he absolutely loves it because it keeps him warm all the time. a common warning when watching his streams is to NEVER watch it without a headset on because ohh boy, a load of curses spill from his lips, time to time. most of his viewers spoil him by sending super chats every time he’s streaming! i don't make the rules.

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A VERY FAMOUS MODEL!! he has to wear a mask every time he goes out because practically everyone notices even the tiniest features of him. he may seem a little flirtatious when you first met him but once you get to know his other side, he’s incredibly shy in the gut. a mix of shy + flirty if that makes sense. he loves to post pictures all the time on his social media accounts. he posts practically about everything; his breakfast, his facial care routine, or even when he’s getting ready for a shoot.

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he’s a college professor in history and students are absolutely smitten by him. his age is definitely not young but his appearance is! his silky, chestnut-colored hair and his youthful glow certainly gained him the title of ‘that one handsome professor’. AND he once joked about how he thought students would find his history classes boring, unbeknownst to the enamored and longing stares of his students. he loves to offer help most of the time but declines whenever a student gets too touchy or personal with him. he has a passion for teaching, really. so don’t hesitate to ask him anything that relates to history ;))

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"A Battle of Wills"

The park had been left without any person to pace its trails. The air was still with the lack of motion and voices to occupy its particles. I know this sounds canny, but bear with me; I am really stretching my words for this.

I was sat with my pup, just taking in the air as the Lockdowns had left South Charlotte pretty empty. Nobody could see me, hear me or judge me. No noses to curl at my stink. Just think of it, will ya? Imagine the feeling of freedom you’d get from that… true alone time with the only thing that matters to you at that moment. Some call me simple as an insult but if being simple means I can appreciate times when thoughts ain’t needed then I’ll gladly be the biggest dumbass around! It was blissful, how little actually happened for a while. Me and Argos, enjoying the quiet.

O’ course, all good things come to an end, right?

The priest was skinny as a twig and looked about as easy to snap. You’d be hard-pressed to break that guy though; skin was like iron and about as dense too. He came to me, alone, and struck up a conversation. Immediately I could tell he was no good. Something about that man… Father Maple… my bones still ache thinking about him and my neck hairs stand on end. He was yapping something like it was the last sermon he’d ever give.

When I dared to badmouth his faith, he hit me like a freight train and about as fast as the eye could track. Some kind of super speed was in his bones and set him off at higher speeds than I could track at that moment. He talked of purity and how I was some profound evil; as if he hadn’t just punted me across a football field's length! Naturally, I tried to hurt him but like I said, his skin was tough as nails.

It was all a blur from that point. I sunk into rage and my powers went as crazy as my heartbeat. Bastard tried hurting my fucking dog. I cracked and let the energy out. I remember… a crackle all the way down to the stuff that made my organs. It was electric and had me feeling high ‘n’ mighty. Boy, what a sight I must’ve been while screaming about freedom and pissing on that priest's dumpster fire rendition of Jesus.

We threw hands like nobody’s business. He tried killing off a building full of hiding folks, I ran his ass all across the area and fists were flying. I’m pretty sure wherever we stepped the ground just broke. Two forces, with different powers but similar effects. Then it all came down to the wire. I dunno if it was my inexperience, overwork or just plain bad luck but I didn’t beat the preacher. He had a hold of me, about to put me out of the game forever, until I blasted myself into orbit or something like that. Fell like a rock and hit the ground hard. Probably would’ve died if I hadn’t hit the trash.

A friend came by, hospitals and healing type Empowered… my skin still feels odd sometimes. I can feel my bones more clearly than ever before. And the pain. It never really goes away; just dulls to a white noise in my legs. If I ever catch that priest again… I ain’t much of a murderer but I’d make an exception for him.

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//my mother//

i used to feel a lot of pride when people told me i was like my mother. i thought she was so beautiful, like the old movie starlets in noir romantics that filled my adolescence. she would sing, "you are my sunshine" & make us her half-assed version of fettuccine alfredo (that i crave to this day, ragu/rotisserie/1 $noodles). she would mow the lawn & plant the most beautiful gardens where she would spend her afternoons. she would take us to the library. share a pint of ice cream & let us pick out a movie each saturday. she never said no to renting the same sonic video game over & over. she took did my makeup & took pictures just because. she would play with my hair while we sat on the couch during thunderstorms. my mom was strong, the strongest person i knew who had gone through so much, yet she still got through it. it never took her light. she was spunky, wore sundresses even in the winter, & cried over movies about dogs dying. she would tell me the story of how she met my father, how she fell in love with the cowboy. she was the outlaw, the bucking, kicking mare finally caroled and calmed down.

now, i just feel shame over the idea.

because, although i once loved the concept of looking like someone once so angelic, now all i see is something laying low in the darkest corner of the bedroom. eyes all red & glowing.

when i am told i am like my mother, i feel a rage boil over.

because now my mother is monster, and the idea of being anything like that means i am also a monster.

here is something that i still struggle with accepting:

the person i once loved & knew is dead & gone & replaced with something that sort of resembles the shell.

she cocooned & emerged a megalopyge opercularis.

the idea is the sensation of a chemical burn on my left arm, corrosion of my skin like the same aisles the pigs reside in.

looking like my mother, the way she smiles & sings, when i slide her old dresses on my mangled skin,

it has led to nothing but reprecussions for a therianthrope i did not choose to resemble the remnants of.

i lost everything.

do you not understand?

the things she took? the things she did? the things i can only speak about in a place where no one will ever piece together who it is on the other end of the telephone?

when i am told i am like my mother, all i hear is the phone call i received on halloween night, my 16th year alive on this earth. the one where she giggled like a little girl. when she said she did something bad & needed to know where i was. when i could hear him laughing beside her.

all i hear is the toilet lid cracking, what it sounds like to put porcelain against her skin as i try to push the door in.

all i hear is the late night phone calls & the moaning down the halls when i found them in my bedroom.

how scared i was when i could not find her with the threats of gunshots ringing down the hall. i looked & looked & called & called & she was too busy in the back of a car i still hate driving. she had no idea that her child could be dead from an angry boy with a gun. that her other was stuck in a hallway full of other little kids.

the laughter on the football field & she was sitting by my father. the boy was above them, looking down.

what the highway sounds like at 7 a.m. as i walked the 2 miles to my classroom.

how no one said a word when i handed in my textbooks & asked for my final transcripts.

how the teachers talked about me in the halls.

how the students laughed at me.

the note in my locker.

how he said he fucked me, too, i was a little slut, too.

the bruises on her body.

going to the gym is a trigger.

when she leaves, i think it will be the night i get the call that she was accidentally successful in whatever stunt she decided to pull out of misguided anger. the idea of picking up pieces of her body. pressing my dads shirt against her wrists. gluing his neck shut. the smell of alcoholics vomit never leaves the nose.

i lost my father for an entire spring, summer, fall, & a winter. multi-years & having to move across the state, it might as well have been a new country.

when i am told i am like my mother, all i hear is her denial.

all i hear is her excuses.

the way her hands felt against my face & how she can not even remember doing it in the first place.

picking up my clothing from the ground as she threw it.

the police radio transcripts where she used the same scripts on me that she did with my father.

my mother became cold.

empty.

mean.

hating.

spitting.

biting.

i am not like my mother.

i choose warmth.

i choose to make others feel safety.

when i see a teenager, i see a child, i see a baby that needs protecting.

i believe people.

i listen.

i refused to become my situation. i fight it continuously.

i am the only one who acknowledges the situation,

i wish others did, too,

because now i no longer ever feel real.

there is a story i am too afraid to tell the world, & i do not understand why i still want to protect her.

but please.

do not tell me that i am like my mother.

you have never met the monster that hides in the hallways.

i may be the scape goat.

but i am not my fucking mother.

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Season previews: Melbourne (6th)

Last season: 4th (16 wins, 7 losses, 125.2%), 5th after finals Notable ins: Jack Billings (St Kilda), Caleb Windsor (no. 7 draft pick), Tom Fullarton (Brisbane) Notable outs: Angus Brayshaw (retired), Brodie Grundy (Sydney), James Harmes (Western Bulldogs)

All eyes are on Melbourne in 2024. Take any one of the burning questions surrounding the Demons and it would be enough to fill the back (or front) page of the paper and keep talkback radio lines busy for a day. Add them all together and it means there is no more fascinating team heading into the season. With their backs against the wall, Melbourne could rediscover the form that led to success in 2021 and win a flag for the ages. Or under the weight of scandal and scrutiny, they could fall right apart and tumble out of the eight. Placing the Demons at 6th is having a bet each way but until we see if they can put the summer from Hell behind them and play some football, it's hard to take a bold stance in either direction.

What happens if Max Gawn gets injured? It would not be lost on Melbourne that we fret over who backs up the big man now, when less than 12 months ago debate raged over how they could possibly have Gawn and Grundy in the same team. The Grundy experiment failed: he finished last season playing for Casey and will start the new one with Sydney. The dilemma is that Gawn is at his best when he rucks solo and if he is playing, only needs pinch-hitters that can perform other duties. A quality ruckman recruited to wait in the wings would be no happier playing in the VFL than Grundy was, so the best they could get last trade period was Fullarton (19 games in five years). Grundy may not have been the solution the rest of the season but Melbourne sure seemed happy to have him when Gawn went down with a knee injury last year. The Dees won three of the four games he missed. Will their on-ball division fare so well this time using a ruckman cobbled together from spare parts?

Can the Demons fix their forwardline woes? They are the complete package down back and through the middle but goals were simply too hard to come by in 2023. They kicked just sixteen goals across both finals and lost those games by a combined nine points. The ball use going inside 50 was haphazard, sent to the boundary in areas not dangerous to the opposition or bombed over the heads of their forwards. A powerful key forward would help but plenty of teams have found goals by using system to overcome a lack of personnel. The positive is that Melbourne have spent an off-season clear on what they have to work with and what they do not, so should come in with a better plan of attack.

Where is Clayon Oliver's football at? Oliver's career had been near-flawless right up until the moment he suffered a hamstring in round 10, 2023. Probably the best pure midfielder in the game, his CV at 26 already contains four best and fairests, three All-Australian selections, two AFLCA Player of the Year awards and a premiership medallion. He was on track for a Brownlow medal and had probably only been denied one already by sharing votes with Gawn and Christian Petracca. If personal issues had at all been a factor for Oliver prior to last year, it had been impossible to tell on the field. The last six months though have been shaped by concerns over fitness, innuendo around "lifestyle choices" and mental health, briefly finding himself on the trade table and then spending most of the summer training away from the main group… all before his seven-year multi-million dollar deal even officially started. Reports are that Oliver is now back in the fold and available for Opening Round, which is a positive for both club and player. They badly need his brilliant best and he needs the distraction football brings, as it was only when injury took that away that the rest of his world started to fall apart.

Is there a drug culture at Melbourne? The answer at times feels like a version of the Narcissist's Prayer: "No there isn't. And if there is, it's not that bad. And if it is, it's not a big deal. And if it is, that's society's fault. Oh and by the way, every other club has one too." The coach, Simon Goodwin, says there isn't one but will admit to challenges. Their captain's proof there isn’t was hair-testing reports he has probably never seen, bringing to mind Sergeant Schultz. And CEO Gary Pert says that this side has the best culture he's ever seen in football (not the highest bar given Pert's previous role was at Collingwood during the hard-partying 'Rat Park' era and the period of time captured in the 'Do Better' report). They may well all be right. But the facts are that Melbourne are the only club with a player stupid enough to test positive to cocaine on game day then be found with text messages on his phone asking an unspecified number of teammates if they'd like to buy drugs from him. As for the coach himself, it is hard to recall a figure in football that's had to deny as many rumours of illicit drug use as he. Many are just fictions spread on social media but at least one source is Glenn Bartlett, their former president. Bartlett has an axe to grind with the club but it's hard to believe he would simply invent tales of such nature.

Winning papers over a lot of cracks and the Demons would love to start the season strongly to quiet the noise. But they are close to breaking point and cannot afford any more negative headlines. Melbourne will be praying for no further damaging revelations to emerge from Joel Smith's case at SIA, Oliver to keep his head down and some early wins (they have a tricky opening schedule with Sydney, Port Adelaide and Adelaide away and easier-beats Hawthorn and Bulldogs at home). Despite the public denials, one hopes that Melbourne take issues with their culture more seriously internally. If heads stay in the sand there much longer, then heads will roll.

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10 Different Forms of Intimacy That Every Woman Should Have At Least Once in Her Life

You're not making love properly if you always remove your garments before making love. Intimacy ought to be enjoyable and novel. It shouldn't be repetitive because there are dozens of various ways to carry out the action. Here are some 10 Different Forms of Intimacy That Every Woman Should Have At Least Once in Her Life Making love in public. You can do it on the beach or in the center of a football field if you're feeling particularly daring. Try doing it in your vehicle or a public restroom if you're a little shy. In either case, performing it in a busy area will cause your heart rate to increase. The best intimate experience of your life may come from that. Going through the back door. It's not quite as filthy and revolting as it seems. Try it at least once because some women actually prefer it to "traditional" love-making. You won't be judged even if your man has never mentioned it before because he is secretly itching to try it. Roleplaying. You can still enjoy yourself with other people even though you're devoted to your partner. You should dress up in costumes and adopt various personas instead of cheating. The thrill of having a new bed partner will then be possible while still remaining devoted to your favored guy. Angry love-making. Sleeping with your guy is the last thing you want to do when you're angry at him. However, that is also the time when you can experience your most animalistic closeness. Consider writhing around in bed before you two exchange apology notes. You might even lose sight of the original source of your rage by the time you're finished. Making love in the shower. Yes, there is a chance that you will trip, strike your head, and let your lady parts dry out, but it will all be worth it. Nothing is more seductive than a guy's muscles covered in soap. You can also be as loud as you want because the sound of the waves will cancel it out. Make-up love-making. The only benefit of arguing with your man is that, after it's all over, you'll be able to apply makeup. Your spine will tingle as you go from detesting his innards to adoring the way he makes you feel. Making love in the morning. Don't wait until the wee hours of the morning to cuddle up with your companion in bed. Make a pass on your guy first thing in the morning, before you brush your teeth or your hair. The greatest intimacy is unplanned intimacy, which he won't anticipate. Meaningless intimacy. One-night relationships are not valued enough. Yes, you want to find a husband one day, but in the meantime, you should savor the pleasure of one-night encounters. You can feel more beautiful and powerful than ever if you find an attractive stranger to sleep with and never contact him again. Drunk love-making. You don't want to consume too much and end up careless. You merely want to consume enough booze to cause you to become inebriated. You won't feel embarrassed while rolling around in bed if you do it that way. Without second-guessing yourself, you'll be able to say and do anything you want, no matter how wicked it may be. Selfish love-making. You should offer and receive equally 9 out of 10 times. Of course, once in a while you ought to be able to unwind and take it easy while your companion handles everything. You can pay him back another day if you let him treat you the way you deserve to be treated. Read the full article

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“Why did you losers drag me here?” MJ whined as she sat beside Peter and Ned on the bleachers.

“Because this is what normal high schoolers do.” Ned said. “They go to football games.”

“Normal is boring.” MJ rolled her eyes.

“The frigid winds of teen angst will still be blowing tomorrow.” Peter patted her back. “You can rage against the machine another day. Today, we’re normal high schoolers.”

“Okay nerd.” She scoffed. “I’m bored.”

“It hasn’t started yet.” Ned pointed out.

“Screw this, Im reading.” MJ sighed and pulled a book out of her back pack. She became so invested in her story that she didn’t hear Peter the first two times he said the game was over.

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“Hi!” You waved your Pom Poms at the three of them. “Were you reading during the game?”

“Uh...yes?” MJ said sheepishly, worried she might have offended you.

“That’s so funny.” You smiled, much to her surprise. “Honestly, I find the games boring too. I wish I could just sit and read. But I’m a little busy b-e-ing aggressive.” You said sarcastically as you waved your pom pom.

“I saw. Frankly, I find the entire idea of cheerleading to be sexist and outdated.” MJ began, making Ned and Peter exchange a glance. “Why do the women have to cheer while the men reap all the glory?”

“I know what you mean. But I’ve always loved gymnastics and this is the only way I can still do that.” You explained. “And it comes with a lot of benefits. I’ve already been scouted by a few colleges for a cheerleading scholarship.”

“Oh. That’s pretty cool actually.” MJ said sincerely.

“I’m Ned.” Ned cut in, still shocked that you were talking to them.

“Hi Ned. I’m-“

“Y/n L/n. Cheer captain. I know who you are.” Ned finished your sentence for you.

“Oh.” You laughed awkwardly and turned back to MJ. “What’s your name?”

“MJ.”

“Does that stand for something?” You asked.

“Yes.” She said simply. You waited for her to say more, but she said nothing.

“Oh, okay. And you are?” You looked at Peter.

“Peter. Parker.” Peter stammered. “We’re in fifth period-“

“Biology.” You realized. “You’re the one who always has his hand up. Did you do the homework for Monday?

“Knowing Peter, he probably did the homework for next week last week.” MJ taunted.

“Well I still haven’t done the homework from last week.” You laughed. “So you’re doing better than me.”

“I could send it to you.” Peter offered.

“Okay. Here. You can put your number in my phone.” You handed Peter your phone, but never took your eyes off MJ. “MJ, you should probably take my number too.”

“Why?” She wondered. “I’m not in that class.”

“I know.” You said as you took her hand and wrote your number down on it. “But you’ll need my number to text me.”

“Why would I text you?” She furrowed her eyebrows.

“Because I want you to text me.” You winked at her. “Thanks Peter Parker. Bye guys!”

You ran back towards your squad, leaving Peter, Ned and MJ with dropped jaws.

“What just happened?” MJ asked.

“Gay?” Ned looked at his friends.

“No.” MJ said quickly. “Theres no way.”

“No. I call gay.” Peter nodded. “That was definitely fruity.”

“Shes the cheer captain.” MJ reminded them. “Theres no way shes gay.”

“MJ, she was staring at you the whole time. And she gave you her number unprompted.” Ned pointed to the number on MJ’s hand. “Girls that hot do not give anyone their number unprompted.”

“So what? Maybe she just wants to be friends.” MJ tried not to get her hopes up as she stared at your number.

“I don’t think so.” Ned shook his head. “I think she was looking for some lady loving”.

“You should text her.” Peter suggested. “Tell her she did a good job cheering.”

“I’m not the compliment type.” MJ said as she entered your number into her phone.

“Dude, she likes you.” Peter insisted. “You have to show some interest.”

“You guys are ridiculous.” MJ shrugged. “She’s not gay. She’s basically a celebrity at this school. We would know if she was gay.”

“Not necessarily.” Peter said. “Maybe she’s scared to come out. And she’s never had a boyfriend.”

“That we know of.” MJ pointed out.

“Just text her.” Peter whined. “Do it for me and Ned, who would kill to have her interested in us.”

“I’m not gonna text her. She’s not into me and she’s definitely not gay.” MJ decided.

The next Monday at school, MJ was reading in the cafeteria when she saw two perfectly polished pink fingernails tilt her book down. She looked up and saw you staring at her with a smile.

“You didn’t text me.” You said pointedly.

“Yeah. I’m not really into texting.” MJ admitted as she closed her book.

“Do you prefer phone calls?” You asked.

“I’m old fashioned.” MJ shrugged. “I prefer long hand written letters. It’s more sentimental that way.”

“Y/n! Over here.” One of the jocks called from your usual table. You looked back at MJ and frowned, not wanting to leave her so soon.

“I have to go.” You sighed. “But you should reconsider. Texting me, I mean.”

“I still don’t know why.” MJ said as you walked away.

“Text me to find out.” You called back with a smile.

The next day, Peter was walking past a janitors closet when he was yanked inside. You held a hand over his mouth so he wouldn’t scream and motioned for him to relax.

“Peter, I need you.” You said desperately.

“I mean, I’ve dreamt of this exact situation happening, but I have an algebra test.” He sighed. “We cannot have sex in this janitors closet right now.”

“What? I didn’t pull you in here for sex.” You whispered harshly. “I pulled you in here because you’re MJs friends and I need advice.”

“Oh. I misread the situation.”

He cleared his throat. “That’s on me. What’s wrong?”

“Is she gay?” You asked. “Or is she just an ally. I need to know for confidential reasons.”

“Oh. She is gay.” Peter confirmed, making you smile. “Why do you want to know?”

“I already told you it’s confidential.” You waved your hand. “Is she dating anyone?”

“No.” Peter told you. “Why?”

“Use your big boy brain and figure out why.” You rolled your eyes. “Thanks for the help. Bye!”

You dashed out of the closet, leaving Peter with several questions, but several answers.

Just when MJ thought she had seen the last of you, you came up to her a few days later. She was sitting in detention for the hell of it when you walked by. You backtracked when you saw her and went into the room to take a seat beside her.

“What are you doing?” You whispered so the teacher wouldn’t notice you.

“Just some sketching.”

“Can I see?” You asked, and she felt her face flush.

“I guess.” MJ shyly passed her sketch book to you and watched your face light up. You flipped through the pages of her drawings and gasped slightly with each one.

“Wow. I know all these people.” You whispered excitedly. “These are really good.”

MJ smiled it response, but noticed the way your face saddened when you got to the end.

“What?” She wondered.

“You don’t have any of me.” You laughed sadly as you passed her book back.

“Oh, um...” MJ gulped.

“Y/n, are you supposed to be in here?” The teacher asked when he noticed you.

“No. Sorry sir.” You grabbed your bag and stood up. “I’ll see you around, MJ.”

MJ watched you curiously as you left, wondering what you could possibly want from her. She couldn’t understand why the most popular girl in school was so interested in someone who purposefully made themselves out to be an outcast. She shook her head and went back to her sketch, but the thought of you never left his mind.

The following week, MJ found a letter from you in her mailbox. It had a stamp and everything, including hearts over the “i” in her name. She stuck it in her backpack and marched to school, soon finding you in the library.

“You wrote me a letter.” MJ said as she slammed the letter down in front of you.

“You said that’s what you prefer.” You said innocently. “Did you smell it? I sprayed it with my perfume. I looked it up and that’s what they used to do in the old days.”

“Why did you mail it to me?” She folded her arms. “You could’ve put it in my locker.”

“You said you liked old fashioned.” You said a little sadly. “I’m sorry if you didn’t like it. I was just trying to make a grand gesture.”

“Why are you doing this? What’s your angle here?” She asked you as she took a seat across from you. You looked down at your lap and began to nervously pick at your pink nail polish.

“I knew your name already.” You said quietly. “When I asked you at the game, I already knew it. And I know you like reading and politics and history. I just don’t know why you won’t text me.”

“Why do you want me to text you so badly?” She asked in exasperation. You looked up at her and blinked a few times before looking away.

“Because you can overhear a conversation but you can’t overhear a text.” You said, trying to hint at what you were trying to say.

“What don’t you want people overhearing?”

“Did you read the letter?” You flipped the envelope over to see that it had never been opened.

“No, I came straight to you. What did you...” MJ shook her head and decided to just see for herself. She tore the pink envelope open and took out a piece of personalized stationery. It didn’t take her long to realize the point of the letter, and suddenly, everything made sense.

“You... you’re asking me out on a date?” She looked up at you in disbelief.

“Only if you want to.” You said quickly as you searched her face for an answer.

“Are you...” MJ’s eyebrows knit together as Peter and Ned’s predictions came true.

“Yes.” You nodded. “But no one knows.”

“So why are you telling me?” She wondered. “I’m a stranger.”

“Because I saw the lesbian flag pin on your backpack. And I think you’re really pretty. And I want to take you on a date.” You smiled shyly.

“I do have some of you.” MJ blurted.

“What?”

“Drawings, I mean.” She cleared her throat. “You said I didn’t have any of you in my sketch book. I do have drawings of you, but I hung them up in my room.”

“Why?”

“I think they’re my best work.” She smiled sheepishly. You smiled back and sat back in your chair, pleased with how the conversation had gone.

“And I think you’re really pretty too.” MJ said quickly, making you laugh.

“I’m going to ask you to see my game this Friday.” You said. “And you can read and hate it the whole time, but you are going to come. And afterwards, I’m gonna take you out for ice cream. Is that okay?”

“That’s okay.” MJ nodded eagerly. You smiled at her and picked up your bag, making sure to squeeze her hand as you stood up.

“Then I’ll see Friday.” You winked at her before walking away.

After your game on Friday, you sat outside an ice cream shop with MJ. You can a vanilla ice cream cone with rainbow sprinkles, and she had a cup of chocolate ice cream with chocolate sprinkles. You giggled like a child when you got your ice creams, insisted that they were a perfect representation of your personalities. To MJ’s surprise, you hit it off despite your very different personalities. The date went as well as either of you could have hoped, both of you laughing and cuddling by the end of it.

“Hold on.” MJ put her spoon down and looked at you. “You got a little on your lip.”

“Did I get it?” You asked as you rubbed your mouth.

“No. It’s on the other side.” She pointed with her finger.

“Is it gone?” You tried again and wiped the other side of your mouth, but the ice cream was still there.

“No. It’s...”

MJ put her hands on your face and brought you closer before kissing you on the lips. She could taste the vanilla ice cream and smiled against your lips. When she pulled away, you touched your lips and smiled.

“Did you get it?” You giggled.

“I got it.” She nodded before leaning in for another kiss.

A month later, MJ was attending your cheer practices regularly. You saw her in the bleachers from the top of the pyramid and blew her a kiss.

“Ready? Okay!” You clapped your hands. “Let’s go tigers! The mighty, mighty tigers. Let’s go tigers! Woo!”

Once practice ended, you ran towards MJ and threw your arms around her.

“You did great out there.” She congratulated you as she spun you around. “I bet people come to the games just to see you.”

“Well I am sparkly and fun to look at.” You laughed. “Guess what?”

“What?” MJ asked as she held you by the waist.

“I told the girls about us.” You grinned. “They’re all super supportive. And then Gwen came out as bi and Alyson came out as asexual and we all hugged. Yay!”

“That’s amazing. I’m so proud of you.” MJ smiled before kissing you passionately.

“Thank you.” You beamed and kissed her face on both sides. “Thanks for giving me the courage to do it.”

“GET IT GIRL.” Gwen called from behind you.

“Woo! There we go!” The other cheerleaders joined in and cheered you on. You giggled in excitement and hugged MJ tightly, feeling the love all around you.

“Sorry. I know you don’t like attention. They’re just excited for me.” You laughed as you looked back at your team.

“Don’t be sorry.” She shook her head. “I’m happy when you’re happy.”

“If it’s okay with you, I want to start telling more people.” You told her. “I want to hold my girlfriends hand in the hallway like everyone else. And when my games end, I want to run off and kiss my girlfriend like the football players get to do. I’m tired of hiding.”

“Okay.” She smiled proudly. “So we’ll tell people.”

“Really?” You asked hopefully.

“Really.” She confirmed. “I’m tired of hiding too.”

“Ah! Yay.” You bounced up and down in excitement. “And if anyone’s homophobic to us, I can beat them with my twirling baton.”

“I would honestly love to see that.” She laughed before kissing you again. She pulled you into a tight hug afterwards, no longer feeling like she was on the outside.

A month later, you and MJ were out to the school and were proudly sitting together at lunch. Now that your two world had combined, Peter and Ned sat at your table between a couple of jocks and cheerleaders.

“Hi Y/n. I like your scarf.” Peter nodded towards MJ as he sat down. MJ’s arms were wrapped around you as her head rested on your shoulder. You had your pom poms resting on a couple of her books, a perfect representation of your relationship.

“Thank you. I like her too.” You chuckled and patted her hand.

“Shut up.” She pouted. “You losers sat with us so you have to deal with the PDA.”

“I just never knew you were this clingy.” Ned snickered.

“Oh my God. She’s so clingy.” You laughed and looked at her. “When we hang out, she wraps her entire body around me. She’s like my little baby sloth.”

“I’m not clingy.” She whined in your ear. “I just like to cuddle.”

“I never thought I’d hear those words out of your mouth. What have you done to her, Y/n?” Peter pretended to gasp.

“I put a little pep in her step.” You clapped your hands. “I put some pride in her stride. I put that-“

“Enough. No more cheers.” She shut you up by kissing you.

“This is what happens when you date the cheer captain. You have to deal with my aggressive positivity.” You said once she pulled away.

“It’s a nuisance I’ll willing to put up with.” She smiled as she put her head back down on your shoulder. “You don’t think I’m too clingy though, right?”

“I think you’re the perfect amount.” You told her before kissing her forehead.

“I will never understand how you two got together.” Peter shook his head. “You’re total opposites.”

“Opposites attract.” You insisted. “You should know that, Mr. Biology.”

“Oooo. Mr. Biology. She got you there.” Ned nudged him.

“Y/n! Come over here!” A cheerleader called from the other side of the room. “We need to go over the stunts we just learned.”

“Duty calls.” You sighed and grabbed your pom poms. “I’ll see you later, alligator.”

“Bye, princess.” MJ kissed you sweetly before you left. Once you were gone, Peter and Ned exchanged a knowing look. MJ had never been this happen, and it was evident on her face.

“So.” Peter smirked at MJ. “What were you saying about her not being gay?”

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There’s No One Else Quite Like You

Friends to lovers, University au, light angst to fluff, Renjun x female reader, featuring NCT Dream

A/N - I got seriously carried away with this one, but I’ve been whipped for Renjun recently!

Disclaimer: mentions of alcohol/ being drunk. This does not represent any of the members in real life and is for entertainment purposes only.

Refusing to talk to Renjun for the past week was slowly killing you, but that’s what he gets for ditching you when he promised he wouldn’t. You’ve been best friends forever and in love with him for just as long, all your favourite memories filled with him.

That’s why it hurts so much. Your heart clenches and twists in pain whenever you think back on Renjun standing you up. Jaemin and Jeno wouldn’t do that to you and they’re always busy with football practice. But they still find the time to hang out with you, because clearly they cherish your friendship more than your own bestest friend does…

Now, your reaction might seem a bit extreme. But it was the third time Renjun had cancelled on you last minute and he’d arranged meeting for dinner together to make up for it. It was quite a fancy restaurant too and you’d gone to all of the effort of dressing nicely and spending hours perfecting your hair and make up. Not that you minded because it was all to finally spend time with your best friend.

You felt humiliated, sat alone at the table for an hour with only an empty chair facing you. The staff had approached you a few times asking if you wanted another drink, or if you wanted some more bread while you wait. Each time with an increasingly pitying look in their eyes.

You’d sobbed the second you stepped through the threshold of your apartment, unable to believe the evening you’d had. But after your tears ran out you begun to feel the rage set in, making a promise to yourself that this was the final straw.

The next day Jaemin payed you a visit, wanting to make sure you were ok after the previous night. He didn’t want to tell you, but he felt you deserved to know the reason Renjun stood you up; long story short, he had a date. When the words left his mouth you felt your heart shatter, barely audible noises in shock leaving your mouth as you freeze on the spot. He chose someone else over you?

Now that hurt you even more. The realisation that he’d probably been ditching you for his “date” the first few times he was suddenly unable to see you…

“(Y/N)…” You snap back into reality, rolling your eyes for the millionth time as Renjun knocks on your front door, his call out to you now whiny and tired. “Please open up.”

Your aching heart wants nothing more than to see him, but you have to remain strong for your own sake. You’ve managed to refrain from giving in for 50 minutes now, so you tell yourself that you can keep up the silent treatment.

You shut your eyes and roll your head forward against the sofa, cuddling up into yourself as much as you can. Anything to block Renjun’s pleading out. And it seems to do the trick because a few minutes later the knocking stops and everything falls silent.

Making your way out of class you head directly to the football fields. Jaemin had messaged you during your lecture, telling you to meet him there as soon as you’re free and so the second your lecturer dismissed the class you’d wasted no more time in finding your friend.

Approaching the fields, you feel as though you’ve been tricked. The endless expanse of green grass, with the occasional goal dotted around, seems to be completely void of all life. That is until you hear someone calling your name, waving their hands in the air to catch your attention as they sprint to you from the back of the field.

The suddenness makes you freeze, feeling as though your heart stops as the voice seems far too close to the one you’ve been avoiding. But as he gets closer, you’re relieved to see that it is in fact Jaemin rushing towards you.

“Why were you all the way back there?” You chuckle in amusement as Jaemin slows into a jog, huffing for air as he approaches your side.

“I kicked the ball too far.” He breathlessly pants.

He’s obviously been practicing for some time before you arrived because his hair is stuck to his forehead from sweating. The ball he’d kicked too far is tucked under his arm, evidently so he doesn’t lose it again, and his free hand presses into the grass beneath him as he squats down for a minute of rest.

“Have you been practicing alone?” You raise a brow, looking down at him as he continues to squat.

“No, Renjun was just with me. He had to go to class though.” Jaemin smiles up at you, ushering you to join him on the grass as he finally decides to sit properly.

It doesn’t go unnoticed by him when you try to cover your distaste towards the mention of Renjun’s name. Clearly it’s still a sour topic. Not that Jaemin hadn’t just been subjected to hearing all about it from Renjun already…

But he is still interested in hearing your side of things, being fully aware that there is always two sides to a story.

“I heard he spent an hour outside your door last night.” Jaemin informs and you instantly scoff.

“Felt like an eternity.” You mutter, your head hanging low as you focus on the feel of the grass between your fingers.

“Must have been difficult for you to go thought that.” Your head instantly shoots up upon hearing Jaemin’s words. That fact that he is sympathetic towards you after evidently hearing Renjun’s sob story almost makes your burst into tears.

“You really think.” Your voice becomes restrained as you desperately stop yourself from spilling any tears.

“Of course. Renjun was completely in the wrong standing you up like that.” Jaemin nods. “And besides, he’s such a whiner.”

You can’t help but laugh at that bit because you know it’s true. Renjun can be such a whiner.

“How have you been doing?” He presses, being careful in his approach in case it’s still too fresh for you to talk about.

You shoot him a meek smile, eventually biting down on your bottom lip to suppress its quivering. Jaemin takes notice of this instantly and shuffles himself closer to your side, wrapping his arm around your shoulder before pulling you into him.

“I just- miss him.” Your wobbly voice confesses, pressing your face into his chest to hide your reddening face.

Jaemin doesn’t say anything more, simply acknowledging your hurt by allowing you to use him for comfort, which you are thankful for.

“Why’d you make (Y/N) cry.” Jeno sarcastically jests with Jaemin as he makes his way towards you both.

Jaemin shakes his head in response, subtly notifying Jeno that now is not the time for their usual joking about. “Renjun.” Jaemin mouths to Jeno as his brows furrow in concern. The latter’s eyes widen in realisation after being informed before nodding to confirm he understands.

“Well, I don’t mean to make things worse, but Renjun is actually on his way over here now.” Jeno pipes up after a few seconds of silence. At this, your head snaps up, abruptly moving away from Jaemin’s chest.

It’s typical really, you’d just gotten settled and calmed yourself down again. Mindlessly twisting the ring on your finger for comfort; a subconscious habit you have whenever your mind wonders.

“What.” You worriedly gasp before clumsily scrambling to your feet. You’re unable to get away just yet though, Jaemin’s hand firmly holding onto yours.

“I thought he had class?” Jaemin questions in confusion.

“Yeah, I’m in his class. Our lecturer never showed so everyone left.” Jeno casually shrugs.

You’re not sure what makes you more anxious, the need to get away before he arrives or him arriving before you get away.

“I need to go.” You plea for Jaemin to let go of your hand, which he does the second his gaze locks with yours.

You hurriedly grab your bag from the ground and rush away, so wrapped up in your frantic mind you forget to say goodbye to your friends.

And you don’t stop running until you’ve made it through campus, down your street and into your apartment building.

Renjun arrives at the football field to find Jeno and Jaemin packing their equipment to leave.

“I thought we were playing?” Renjun asks as he approaches them. He instantly notices something’s off with Jaemin, like his mind is distracted.

“If you hadn’t taken so long then maybe you wouldn’t have missed out.” Jeno teases, playfully whacking Renjun on the arm.

By this point Jaemin has already reached the edge of the field, bag slung over his shoulder as he tiredly trudges home.

As Renjun begins to walk with Jeno he steps on something “Oh, Jeno is this yours?” he moves his foot, uncovering the object.

The second he sees it his heart skips a beat, eyes widening in shock as he bends down to pick it up.

“This is the friendship ring I got (Y/N).” Renjun gawks. It’s undeniably yours because it’s got R&N engraved on the side and it matches his own, but Renjun’s has N&R engraved instead. “Was (Y/N) here?” He shoots a hopeful look towards Jeno who has been watching Renjun go through a million emotions within seconds.

Jeno just nods, sending him an awkward smile as Renjun studies the ring once again, before enclosing it in his palm tightly. And as they both finally leave together there’s one thought Renjun’s mind can’t shake. Why had you taken it off?

Monday rolls around quicker than you’d expected and you find yourself hectically trying to gather all of your books together for class. It’s been 4 days since your near encounter with Renjun at the football field and you’ve been hibernating away ever since.

On Saturday Chenle and Jisung payed you a visit and tired to coax you into getting some fresh air, which was incredibly sweet of them. They listened to you with patience and cheered you up with their bickering. You truly appreciated their friendship during this time.

Although, Chenle had bought a question to your attention which had remained circling your mind ever since. Why do you keep running away from facing Renjun?

Honestly, you’d not thought of you avoiding him as running away, but instead more of a silent treatment. You spend all of Sunday trying to rationalise this in your brain, each time coming to the same frustrating conclusion; you’ll need to face Renjun sooner or later.

You make it to class just in time, sliding into your regular seat just as your lecturer enters.

“What’s got you in such a mess?” Donghyuck leans over to whisper to you as the lecturer begins introducing todays topic.

“Life.” You huff, placing your laptop carefully onto the desk in front of you so you don’t make too much noise.

As your hand reaches out the lift open your laptop, you feel Hyuck lean into your side once again. Sometimes you regret your agreement to sit with him in class because he doesn’t seem to share the same fear of being called out for talking.

“Gone through a break up I see?” His comment instantly makes you confused, pausing setting up your things to give him a bewildered look. “You’re not wearing your friendship ring.” He clarifies.

Your eyes instantly go wide in shock, mouth hanging agape as you look at your hand, realising that you are in fact not wearing your ring. How had you not noticed? How long had it been gone?

“I know Renjun was a jerk but I didn’t realise it was that bad.” Donghyuck’s lighthearted comment falls on deaf ears as you begin to panic, digging around in the bottom of your bag, searching every pocket on you and scraping your foot around on the floor beneath you in case it had just fallen off.

“Oh no.” You frown, eyes glazed over in worry as you feel your heart sink at the thought of it being lost. “I don’t know where it is.”

“Where do you remember seeing it last?” Hyuck calmly asks following you out of the lecture hall. He watches as you stress out, desperately trying to think back. The only problem is no matter how hard you try you can’t seem to remember.

Despite Renjun not being in your good books right now, you had never once thought of taking your friendship ring off because it is so special to you. You remember the day he gave it to you, a week before you found out if you’d gotten accepted into university together. He wanted a way for you both to still feel close in case you’d ended up going to different schools. Although, luckily you never needed to worry about that in the end.

You’ve both worn your matching rings ever since that day. So much so, its become a part of you and you feel lost without it. You guess that spending so long wallowing in self pity prevented you from noticing it was gone.

“I can’t think properly right now.” You confess to Donghyuck, shaking your head in defeat.

“Well, who have you spent time with over the last few days? Maybe one of them can help.” He gently places his hand on your shoulder, hoping to at least provide some comfort.

Retracing your steps, Hyuck had called both Chenle and Jisung to see if they remember anything. Only, neither of them could. Meanwhile, you had been trying to get through to Jaemin.

“Come one Jaemin. Pick up.” You whisper to yourself, sighing out of frustration when the call goes to voicemail for the third time.

“Maybe he’s practicing and hasn’t heard his phone.” Hyuck suggests and you could almost slap yourself for being so dumb.

Rushing to the football fields you instantly find Jaemin and Mark practicing, a huge smile adorning your face in relief to finally be able to speak to him.

“Jaemin, have you seen my friendship ring?” You breathlessly ask as you jog over to him. “I can’t find it.”

“I’m sorry (Y/N), I haven’t.” Jaemin frowns. You can tell he wishes he could help, as he knows the sentimental value behind it.

“Renjun’s gonna hate me forever isn’t he.” You can’t help but feel glum at the thought. Because although you aren’t currently speaking, you know that you’ll encounter him at some point soon. And despite him having hurt you, you’re sure that he will think you’ve deliberately thrown it away out of anger… and that’s the last thing you’d ever want him to think.

Renjun solemnly looks at the ring, watching as he twiddles it between his fingers. How could you have done this? Did it mean you’re no longer friends? He’s not sure, but he feels like there must be some symbolic meaning behind it.

“I just thought our friendship was strong enough to get through this… that I meant more than my mistakes.” Renjun mumbles to Jeno.

“I doubt (Y/N) did it on purpose.” Jeno tries his best to console his hurting friend. Although he was there with you and Jaemin before Renjun arrived, he couldn’t remember you saying anything about a ring. He wishes he was able to help resolve things, but he also has no way of knowing what really happened.

“I just wish I could see her.”

So Jeno may or may not be feeling extremely proud of himself right now. After seeing how much Renjun misses you, he had the perfect idea; to throw a party and invite you both. He managed to rope Jaemin into getting you to go, telling him to not say a thing about Renjun being invited. And everything seemed to be falling into place.

“Ok, go to Jeno and give it 10 minutes. Then I’m gonna find you and say I’m not feeling well.” Jaemin just laughs, shaking his head at your plan to leave early.

“I’m not helping you leave.” You pout, sending him your best puppy eyes. “You need to let loose, have a little fun.”

“You promise Renjun isn’t here.” You stare him down, hoping to convey your seriousness.

“I promise.” Jaemin lies through a forced smile. Of course he hates that he is lying to you, but he also knows that it’s for your benefit. He just hopes you see it that way once you find out the true plans for tonight…

Although, it seems Jaemin’s words do the trick and, as time goes by, you become more and more relaxed. Actually enjoying yourself far more than you thought you would.

You freeze when you meet his gaze. He shouldn’t be here. But there is he, stood with Mark at the opposite end of the room. Mark clearly hasn’t noticed that Renjun isn’t paying him any attention, talking away to him in his drunken little bubble.

The audacity he has to show up to a party he wasn’t invited to is sickening.

Unless… he was invited and you haven’t been told.

As soon as you realise this you feel like the biggest idiot alive. Of course he was invited, you both share the same close friends. You feel dumb for believing Jaemin earlier. And even more so for unquestioningly accepting the fact that your friends would choose sides when reality is this argument doesn’t involve them. Regardless of how much you wish Renjun wasn’t in the same room as you, you reason with yourself that it’s unfair for you to expect him to be outcasted. After all, Jeno is as much his friend as he is yours and he can invite who he wants to his own party.

You give Renjun a once over, unable to resist admiring him. He looks good, great even. You take note of how he’s swept his hair to the side, revealing a little of his forehead. It’s like he’s done it on purpose, knowing fully well that it’s your favourite look on him and you suppose he knew beforehand that you’d be here. Because why would there be any reason for him not to know?

Has he done it on purpose? You feel your heart rate pick up at the thought. Maybe he really has. Maybe he finally decided that he wants you, needs you and only you.

But your little fantasy doesn’t last long, disintegrating into thin air when you see a girl approach him and link arms. The way his face lights up, showing his perfect smile, makes you wish it was because of you. Because that’s how it used to be…

So this is what rock bottom feels like. You’d really thought he would have wanted you back.

“What’s up (Y/N)!” Mark happily calls to you, his intoxicated smile and hazy gaze making you lightly laugh in amusement. Mark is the most endearing drunk, like a cute babbling boy who’s never had alcohol before.

“Having a good time I see.” You tease, playfully nudging him with your elbow. This makes his smile grow further, a pearly giggle erupting from him in response.

“You.” Mark hiccups. “You should come join our game.” He wiggles a finger in your direction before grabbing your wrist and pulling you into the living room. You don’t even have time to answer before you find yourself pushed onto the sofa, falling into the small gap between Jeno and Chenle.

You notice that there’s only a few of you in this room. It almost seems like a secret branch of the party that it exclusive to only a few of you. Other than you, Jeno and Chenle, there’s Mark, Jaemin, Jisung and Donghyuck. No Renjun or his date in sight. Which is honestly a relief for you because if they were here right now you’d feel suffocated.

“So what are we playing?” You lean into Chenle’s side. He sends you a knowing smirk, one that makes you wish you’d never asked the question.

“Truth or dare.” He grins. You nod, mumbling a light “ok” in response before your attention is drawn onto the opposite side of the room.

“Okayyyyy.” Mark excitedly flails his hands around in the air, capturing everyone’s attention. “Who wants to go first?” His eyes scan the room and you slowly try to submerge yourself further into the cushions. “(Y/N)!” He exclaims when his eyes land on you.

You cringe inside, swallowing your self consciousness as you sit up normally again and reach out to spin the bottle on the table in the middle. You’re relived when it lands on Jaemin.

“Truth.” Jaemin states before you have a chance to say anything.

“Ok, why’d you lie to me earlier?” You fire at him sassily. You’re not really mad at him for it, you just want to know his reason why.

“Because you deserve to enjoy yourself for once.” He explains sincerely. You send him a warm smile, thankful for his honesty. “My turn.” He beams. “Please be Jisungie!” He shouts, earning laughter from around the room.

A few more rounds later, the bottle finally chooses you and it’s Jeno’s turn to ask you truth or dare.

“Truth.” You confidently nod, knowing that it can’t possibly be worse than picking dare.

“How do you really feel about Renjun?”

“Umm.” You nervously ponder for a moment, battling inside your mind on what to say. You have to be honest, you know that much. But how do you really feel about him?

“Right now, I hate how much I love him.” You exhale. “Because no matter how much he rips my heart to shreds, he’s also the only one that can put it back together.”

The room remains silent as your words reverberate the air. You look to Jaemin for support, noticing the sympathy that radiates from him. No one was prepared for such a raw and honest answer from you, particularly Jeno. You’d even surprised yourself.

But the most astonished of them all? Renjun. He’d been eavesdropping for a while, no one knowing he was even there. He had no idea how you really felt about him until now. And it stirred up an odd feeling inside of him.

You wake up the next morning in your bed with no memory of how you got back. After your confession during truth or dare, all you wanted to do was forget about it. So you spent the rest of the night drinking until you could no longer remember.

Groggy eyes peer around your room as you force yourself to sit up properly. Looking to the side, you notice a glass of water and a post it note.

I hope you don’t feel too hungover today, lots of love R x

You gulp upon reading the message, realising that the only person R could be is Renjun…

After hearing your truth, Renjun rushed away in a panic. Locking himself in the bathroom to try to calm down away from the party.

He couldn’t believe what he had just witnessed, his heart racing out of his chest. He hadn’t been drinking much throughout the night because he had every intention of trying to talk to you, and he definitely wanted to be sober for that. But now, he almost wishes he was drunk, just so he wouldn’t have to be so rational.

The first thing he was going to do was break things off with his date. Not that she wasn’t a great person and he wasn’t enjoying spending time with her. But knowing his dream girl reciprocated his feelings? He could never turn down that opportunity.

Next, he was going to find you.

But by the time he’d finished breaking up with his date, you were completely wasted.

His heart couldn’t take it when you drunkenly locked gaze with him, the fuzzy smile etched onto your lips and your rosy cheeks making him feel things he knows no one else could ever make him feel.

He was a little taken aback when you stumbled over and wrapped your arms around his neck, leaning all of your body weight onto him. But he hugged you back regardless, holding onto you until you’d regained your balance. It was the first time he’d seen your smile in what felt like forever. He had missed your smile.

For the rest of the night, Renjun kept an eye on you to make sure you were ok. And when the party started to fizzle out and the sun was making its first appearance on the horizon, he took you home.

Sluggishly, you drag yourself into your kitchen in search of something to eat. Your half-awake senses springing alert when you hear a low noise coming from the living room.

“What are you doing here?” You gasp when you find Renjun sat comfortably on your sofa, the tv lightly playing in the background.

“I uh-” Renjun, caught off guard, remains tongue tied. “I bought you back last night.”

You nod, still waiting for him to explain why he is still here. You’re thankful that he’d helped you get home safe in your drunken state. But you aren’t currently on speaking terms, so the fact he decided to stay feels wrong to you.

“And I wanted to make sure you are alright this morning.” He adds, finding the fact that you aren’t showing much emotion to him a little unnerving.

“Well I’m fine. Thank you.” You mumble. You want him to think you are unaffected by his presence, but on the inside you are a mess. You want nothing more than to rush over to him and cuddle into his side. To feel his warmth and affection, but the barriers you’ve built up against him won’t allow you.

“I was hoping we could talk?” He timidly questions, casting you a hopeful look. This, you allow yourself to give in to. Silently making your way to sit on the other end of the sofa.

“Go ahead.” You remain composed. It’s time you hear Renjun out, after all he is your best friend and you don’t want to lose him over this. You’ve been through so much together that you can’t imagine not having him in your life and the last few weeks have felt empty without him.

“Well, first of all, I’m so sorry for standing you up.” Renjun begins. “And for all the hurt I caused you. I don’t blame you for not wanting to see me. And I don’t blame you for not wanting your friendship ring anymore.”

Your heart almost stops when he fishes your friendship ring out of his pocket and places it onto the sofa cushion between you. Renjun hadn’t gone anywhere without it in case he got the opportunity to speak to you. Ever since he stumbled across it he’s wanted to give it back.

You can’t believe he has it. So many questions rushing through your mind in one go. But most importantly, you want to know how it managed to end up in his possession.

“How did you get that?” Your wide eyes look at him once again, your hand reaching out the pick up the ring. You instantly put it back on your finger, finally feeling complete again.

“I found it on the football field last week. Jeno said you were with him and Jaemin before I arrived and I thought you had taken it off purposely.” He explains. Suddenly it all makes sense, it must have fallen off when you rushed away that day.

“I didn’t mean to take it off, in fact, I’ve been looking for it everywhere.” Your eyes brim with happy tears, relieved to have your favourite ring back.

“So you don’t want to stop being friends?” You shake your head no at Renjun’s question. The fact that he must have thought that makes you feel so upset. Although, you understand him thinking that way under the circumstances you have been in.

“How could I, you mean everything to me.” You laugh as your tears spill over and run down your cheeks. You allow for them to flow freely now, your heart feeling so many emotions its as though it could burst.

Renjun scoots closer to you, reaching his hand out to gently wipe away your tears with the pad of his thumb. He hates seeing you cry, especially when it’s over him.

“So what you said yesterday, that you love me, that’s all true?” His eyes pour into yours, making you breathless with their intense adoration.

You’re suddenly confused as to how he knows about that when he wasn’t part of the truth or dare game. However, it seems that Renjun can telepathically sense what you are thinking, jumping in before you can ask him yourself.

“I may have been listening in.” He sheepishly admits. “But is it true?”

Unable to form any words, you vigorously nod your head yes, a huge smile on your face when you see the elated beam that overtakes Renjun’s expression.

“I love you too.” He whispers, simultaneously leaning in to rest his forehead on yours. He’s so over the moon that you reciprocate his feeling he just wants you as close as possible, his hands instinctively moving to your waist to keep you near.

Except there’s one more thing you need to clarify before you really allow yourself to be happy.

“Aren’t you already seeing someone?” You pull away a little to question him, almost unsure if you really want to know the answer.

“I ended things the second I found out how you felt.” He informs and you instantly feel yourself relax into his hold. It feels like you are living in a dream world right now and you’re going to wake up any second.“Now, can I take you out on a real date?” Renjun brings you back into the moment, nervously waiting for your response.

“Only if you promise to not stand me up again.” You tease, coy smirk on your face.

“I promise.”

Luckily enough for you, Renjun really does uphold his promise of a date and it turns out the be the best evening you’ve spent with him.

It’s crazy how you went so long having undisclosed feelings towards each other. You both find it so funny how ironic it really is. Yes, Renjun may tease you from time to time about your confession during truth or dare. But you never mind. Because if Jeno hadn’t asked you that question and Renjun hadn’t been spying on his friends, he never would have known how you felt and you might not have gotten together. So soon anyway.

Although, Renjun always like to remind you that he believes you would have ended up together eventually. Because, as he always says, there’s no one else quite like you.

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lisa-is-writing · 2 years

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Mascot (young Starker)

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Tony stomped on the spot, unable to calm the energy raging in his body. There was no one under the stands, although some football players and fans were still hanging around the field itself. Stark kept wondering when they would finally be alone. They are Tony and Peter, but Peter was slightly late for their meeting; either he was afraid that they would be seen (which is very stupid – everyone at school knew that they were dating), or he was late after class. Unlike the football players, who were excused from classes for the whole day in honour of the game, ordinary students were still forced to follow the schedule, although the administration generously allowed them to attend the match. Nevertheless, after the teeth-wrenched victory over the team of another school, learning is the last thing anyone wanted. Tony grinned, imagining students disrupting classes with chants, pissing teachers off. But not Peter. Peter snorts indignantly at something like this and burrows deeper into a book or notebook, brings his eyebrows to the bridge of his nose in an absolutely charming expression, and bites his lip. Imagining it, Tony wanted to see him even more.

He looked at his watch and sighed, turning around once more, looking for Peter. The lesson ended fifteen minutes ago, the match – all two hours ago. They didn't manage to meet after the game: Tony was pulled into the locker rooms by a crowd of joyful athletes and cheerleaders, and everyone else immediately went to class. But now the school day is officially over, and Peter shouldn't have any electives according to the schedule. Stark was getting more and more nervous with every passing minute, the desire to talk about the game was smoothly replacing by excitement. A desire to run to the chemistry class and pull his boyfriend out of the teacher's tenacious grip, referring to urgent matters. And he doesn't care if there are consequences – he missed Peter too much. They hadn't spent more than an hour together for the whole day, and it was killing Tony. In the morning Peter, as usual, came to school with him in a life-battered Audi, and before the game ran out onto the field and gave his boyfriend a strong kiss, casting all shades of red. Then he said that Tony already was the best for him, and the outcome wasn't important. It had helped Stark led the team to victory – the captain's attitude affects all players.

And now, when Stark wanted to thank Peter for bringing good luck, he was unbelievably late. Has he gone home or something? But they had an agreement – Tony remembered texting him right after the match that he would be waiting for him under the stands as soon as lessons were over. Offended, maybe? But why?

He was about to call, ready to break the established rule "no calls until the end of the business day", but he didn't even have time to pull out his mobile phone from his pocket. He heard soft rustling footsteps from behind, and a second later, someone's hard torso pressed against his back, and thin hands slowly slid along his waist. Tony breathed out in relief and turned around, meeting Peter's sparkling brown eyes. Stark immediately put his palms on the boy's slightly scarlet cheeks and pressed their lips with a kiss, the whole inside had squeezed with pleasure. Parker stood up on his toes and gripped the protruding shoulder blades with his fingers, tilting his head and opening his mouth, letting Tony's tongue inside. He almost purred and snuggled even closer to his boyfriend. The forehead was tickled by curly bangs, fluttering eyelashes from time to time touched the cheeks, thin deft fingers did not stop moving for a moment, fingering the fabric of a baggy jacket. They didn't want to come off each other at all, the desire to stand and kiss until sunset was stronger than any other needs, but Peter pulled away first. He pulled away enough to breathe in some air, their lips were almost touching, his boyfriend's hot breath scorched his cheeks, and Tony could feel Peter's chest heaving against his own. The sight of Parker, dishevelled and languished, made his chest hurt, and his lips unwillingly stretched into a warm smile.

"Hi," Peter said and gave Tony a full hug, burying his nose in his neck.

Stark wrapped his arms around the boy's shoulders and pressed the guy closer to him, inhaling the chemical smell of shampoo from the curls.

"Yes, the chemist wanted to discuss the results of the last test with me."

"Is it that bad?"

"Rather too good," Peter snorted, sending goosebumps down Tony's neck. "He thought I had cheated."

"Asshole," Stark replied irritably. "You're obviously a goddamn genius."

"Maybe that's why he has latched to me. No one likes to feel stupid in front of a schoolboy."

"Well, he can go to hell," Tony left a long kiss on the Peter's temple. "You're still the best for me."

He broke off their embrace to take off his jacket and spread it out on the grass, closer to the lower support beams. Tony sat down, leaning his back against the metal pipe, and opened his hands in an inviting gesture. Peter immediately sank down next to him and settled between his spread legs half-sideways, wrapping his arms around Stark's waist again. He ran his palm into the wild curls of hair below the nape of his neck, scratching the skin with short nails, what made Parker almost purr.

"So will you tell me about the match, champion?" Peter drawled after a few minutes of fondling and looked into Tony's eyes. "Or what are we here for?"

"There's nothing to tell," Stark shrugged. Now, when he held Peter in his arms, inhaled the smell of his hair, listened to his calm breathing and cheerful twitter, the victory seemed completely unessential. Yes, he had a lot of fun knocking down rivals, and the way the crowd chanted their names lifted Tony above the sky. But he was always looking for that brown eyes in the crowd. He wanted Parker to be proud of him, to wear his jacket on his shoulders without a drop of shame and hold his hand tightly, not being shy of anyone. "You saw it yourself."

"Yeah, how you literally trampled them all into the ground," Peter laughed and stroked Tony's cheek with his palm, leaving a light kiss on the tip of his nose. The footballer grimaced and smiled happily, unable to take his eyes off the dilated pupils opposite his own, shining with happiness and pride. "You were amazing." Was running around the field like a damn Flash. The victory was deserved at least three times."

"We won thanks to you."

"Thanks to me?" Peter raised his eyebrows in surprise. "What do you mean?"

"If you hadn't come to me before the game, if you hadn't watched me from the stands, we wouldn't have won."

"That's very nice, Tony, but I don't think it's my merit."

"Peter, you're my mascot," Stark smiled softly and gently kissed the boy on the lips, feeling the muscles relax under his hands, and Parker himself seemed to flow down his body. "As long as you're with me, I can do anything, not just win football matches. Do you want me to throw the world at your feet?"

They laughed, touching their foreheads and twining their fingers together. Tony liked to catch Peter's breath with his lips, stroke his slightly hunched back, enjoy the calm silence. He loved his active lifestyle – to run somewhere, to do something, to be in the very centre of events, to be the event itself. But when a quiet and shy boy appeared in his life, such moments became more valuable than the whole world – just being together, when there was no need to talk and go somewhere. When you can just be. Peter didn't like being the centre of attention, but when he did have to be in Tony's environment, he shone so brightly that it would fit to squint. It's like looking at the sun at sunrise: it shines softly, does not hurt your eyes, and tears flow because of how beautiful it is. The guy wasn't the centre of Stark's universe, everyone had their own priorities and pivot points, but when they were together, Tony felt invincible. He wasn't lying – as long as Peter held his hand, he could do anything.

"You're so charming," Peter cooed, and left a dry kiss on Tony's cheekbone, "but instead of hanging around here, we could warm in your bed."

"Why not in yours?"

"Because today my aunt returned from the night shift, she needs rest."

"Right. We will interfere with her."

Tony played with his eyebrows and lightly bit Peter's ear while he was laughing. He reached into the back pocket of his jeans and pulled out a crumpled pack of cigarettes, to which he received a slightly annoyed look from his boyfriend. Parker immediately got off his lap and sat down next to him, so close that their hips were tightly touching. Stark grinned and lit a cigarette from an almost empty lighter, taking a deep drag, and then one more. Peter was silent, only breathing briefly through his nose, until he took the cigarette from his fingers and brought it to his lips. Tony shook his head, watching the gray smoke penetrate between the bitten lips and immediately dissipate in the air. Peter took another drag and gave the cigarette to Tony, lowering his guilty gaze to the neat lawn, crumpled in places by the traces of their sneakers. It's a shame that he smokes, because he should be a good boy. But Stark was delighted with his flaws – they made Peter so alive, so real. And no, he didn't start smoking because of him, Peter got to it himself. He has repeatedly said that such a habit does not benefit anyone, but still from time to time he inhaled nicotine and methodically exhaled through the nose.

Quickly finishing his cigarette, Tony sighed and put one arm around Peter's shoulder, pulling him close to him. The bitter smell of tobacco hung between them, but no one was repelled by it. Parker sighed and shifted, twisting their fingers together, squeezing until the knuckles turned white.

"Come on, champ," there was a smile in his voice, "get your gorgeous ass up and let's go. I'm starving."

"Well, if that's the case," Tony also smiled and stood up, pulling his boyfriend's hands too hard: he abruptly got to his feet and, by inertia, slammed his body into Tony's torso, and they laughed. "Come on, poor thing, I'll feed you. What about burgers?"

Peter laughed and picked up Stark's jacket from the ground. He brushed it off the grass and threw it over his shoulders, blushing under the burning gaze of the owner. Tony couldn't resist and kissed his boyfriend again, holding the neck with his palms, stroking his crimson cheeks with his thumbs. A sweet sigh escaped Parker's lips, his hands clutched at Stark's broad shoulders. The kiss tasted like cigarettes.

"You're incorrigible, Stark," Peter whispered, pulling away, receiving a wide grin and another kiss on the cheek.

"Usually after matches I have a brutal appetite," Peter just rolled his eyes at the ambiguity of the words. "By the way, there will be a victory party tonight. Will you be my plus one?"

Parker hesitated only for a moment before timidly shaking his head in agreement. He wasn't very enthusiastic about noisy events, as was mentioned earlier, and this fact made Tony appreciate his boyfriend even more – he would do anything to make him happier. And Stark gave himself a hundredfold in return.

"I will, of course," Peter said, and walked slowly towards the car park. He gracefully climbed over the diagonal support pipes of the stands, it was difficult for Tony to take his eyes off him. Normally as awkward as a newborn duckling, Parker now looked like a cat, graceful and lithe. Stark followed Peter and caught up with him very quickly.

"Where are we going?"

"For burgers, sir," Peter chuckled and walked out onto the field, turning to face Tony. "Then to your home so that I can congratulate you on your glorious victory, and then to a celebration in your honour."

"Great plan," Stark smiled and took Peter's hand, what made him blush instantly. Tony laughed and went forward, pulling the guy after him. "Let's hurry up then, otherwise we'll miss something. And I don't want to exclude any of the points."

"Of course you don't," Parker snorted and quickened his pace to catch up with Tony. Stark squinted and said honestly:

"With you, I'm ready to reach the edge of the world."

Peter's smile at that moment could light up the whole Earth, but Tony felt that he was the only one who was awarded his light. And it's not that he's in a hurry to share it with anyone else.

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lilyandherboys · 3 years

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in another universe they met when they were six.

he was catching butterflies in the street outside his house and she had finally been given permission to make the walk to the ice cream shop, with her big sister by her side, of course.

there was no magic in the air, no freshly-purchased wands in their pockets or potions bubbling away at home.

there was no magic in the air, just a bump and a crash and a fallen ice cream and a bruised knee.

to make up for it, he let her hold the butterfly he’d caught, and tuney shared her ice cream after scolding them both, as she was prone to.

in another universe, she waved to him every tuesday on the ice cream walk, until one day his mother saw them and invited them in.

tuney had to go home, and lily had to follow her, but she promised to ask her parents if she could visit another time.

the next week, she learned his name was james, and he had a best friend named sirius who was homeschooled but always came to their solstice parties and visited for tea sometimes.

his house was gigantic, and his mother was the nicest lady she’d ever met, after her mum of course, and his dad was something called an inventor which meant he was a mad scientist actually.

the week after that, he learned her best friend was named sev, but was actually the horrible boy from his class that hung out with sirius’s mean cousins after school. she told him he had to be nice to him anyways, and he agreed, because his mum said it was always best to be kind.

she preferred strawberry waffle cones, and loved her sister very much, and all the girls in her family were named after flowers, just like sirius’s and all their star names.

in another universe, they spent every tuesday together after the ice cream walk, until it was time for secondary school, and then they both had a whole new set of friends they were busy with.

he quickly fell in with two boys named Peter and Remus, and together with Sirius (who was finally allowed to attend school with everyone else), they became the best of friends.

she and sev were drifting away, but she met mary and marly and dorc, and they spent their breaks studying, whether it be textbooks or the latest magazine.

they didn’t have tuesdays anymore, but they waved at each other across the green, and got unreasonably competitive in classes, and she scolded him when his pranks went too far.

they didn’t need tuesdays anymore, because she would walk home the long way to chat after school (she didn’t need her big sister to hold her hand to cross the street anymore), and he would make them hot cocoa on a hot plate in his old treehouse, and every summer the whole group of them would go on a camping trip in his backyard.

in another universe, there was no war, there was no urgency to their movements, no looking behind their shoulders and guarding each other’s backs.

even so, sev and his friends started getting mean, getting dangerous, and remus was still ill, and sirius’s parents were still cruel.

even so, there was still a fight, and a falling out, and an awful, awful summer where they didn’t speak at all.

in this other universe, they reconciled much like you might expect.

sirius ran away, and james called lily immediately, because the two of them were quite close actually, and she understood this more than james did, what with the constant rows she’d been having with her sister.

she didn’t pick up at first, but then he ran to her house and told her it wasn’t for him, it wasn’t about him, but he was hopeless without her and he needed her help.

in this other universe, she would still do anything for her friends, and she held sirius and let him cry, and let him shout, and did not let him punch a wall, as that was still quite uncivilized, sirius black, no matter whose house you’re in, and besides you’ll hurt your hand.

they made up, of course they made up, because there was no universe in which they didn’t.

it turned out she’d known about remus’s illness this whole time, and she gave him her notes for physics and chemistry when he missed class.

sirius and marly had several flings, but she finally told him to just man up and tell remus how he felt, and she fell in with a nice girl from history.

peter became a professional at making smores, and mary supplied them all with gossip, and dorc turned out to be the best at filching alcohol to share during late nights.

all six of them saw the way lily and james looked at each other, and they giggled, and they whispered, but they decided to let it be for now.

in this other universe, there might have been no magic spells, but there was still something in the air.

he found her at the playground after a final, glorious battle with her sister, and they got raging drunk off a bottle of tequila.

petunia got married, and she wasn’t a bridesmaid, but he went as her date (just as friends, of course, no mary i don’t know what you’re talking about, actually, so do be quiet), and they joked the whole way through and got strawberry waffle cones after.

her dad died, and she cried and cried and cried, and he remembered how she’d held sirius all those years ago and tried to do the same for her.

in this other universe, there was no war, but there was still fighting.

mulciber came after him with a knife one day in the car park, and they didn’t have enough evidence to get him locked up, and he wasn’t hurt but he still insisted she tend to him like the greek heroes they read about in english.

snape threatened to reveal the secrets of remus’s illness to the school, and she helped him fill his locker with dish soap as revenge.

reg tripped him at football, and he twisted his ankle and fell, and she ran onto the field to make sure he was alright.

they fell in love, of course they fell in love, because there is no universe in which they didn’t.

they went away for uni, but they shared an apartment, and he bought her flowers she couldn’t take care of, and they spent a whole week watching bake off reruns and throwing popcorn at paul hollywood.

peter still gave them away to their old enemies, and they still got broken into, but there was no killing curse and no baby to protect (not yet, anyway), so he just called the insurance company while she figured out a way to make their sofa useable again.

his parents still fell ill, and she still didn’t talk to her big sister, but their friends came over every tuesday for dinner, and sirius slept in the guest room when remus went abroad for a semester.

in this other universe, they made their own magic, and worked their own spells, and much more was the same then different.

in this other universe, they loved each other very much, of course, and they found people to love together, and they still watched each other’s backs, although in slightly different circumstances.

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pregnant-piggy · 3 years

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Summer Games - two

Blaise Zabini x reader

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warnings: no pronouns used for the reader, mentions of injury

A/N: a day later than promised, I know, but I hope you like it!

written for @omgrachwrites writing challenge with the prompts: ‘I can’t have this argument with you again.’ ‘But—’ ‘No, I’m done.’ and ‘Sorry… your hair was in your face… thought I should move it so I could see you better.’

word count: 4.1k

The sun was shining hot on Blaise’s back as he sat at the edge of the improvised football field. What was originally a meadow had for the Summer Games been turned into two fields for the football games, by placing two goals at the ends.

The day was divided so that each team played a game against two other teams. The team Blaise was in, the Sly Foxes, had already played against the Oiled Machines, and they had won with only one point difference. The game had been vicious; the Machines were ruthless players and they didn’t scare away from violently taking the ball from their opponents.

While the Foxes were playing with the Machines, your team, the Red Titans, had been playing against the Raging Angels. Despite their name, there wasn’t much rage in the game and your team had easily beaten the Angels in a match that had ended with the score of 4-2.

Blaise hadn’t been able to watch your game but you and Pansy had given him a full summary in the short break between the games. The excitement of his friends had been contagious because Blaise felt happy and energetic when he had played his next game against the Raging Angels. The match had ended in a tie between the two teams.

Now Blaise was sitting in the grass next to Draco watching you and Pansy in the game against the violent Machines. Though if he was honest, Blaise was mostly just watching you. In moments like these it was easy to admire you, because you were far away and even if you did catch Blaise looking at you he could easily play it off as just watching the game. What was a little less nice however, was that Draco would tease him endlessly.

‘Are you trying to read y/n’s mind?’ Draco asked and he pushed Blaise’s shoulder.

Blaise averted his eyes from you and turned to Draco. ‘Shut up.’

‘Alright, alright,’ Draco said, throwing his hands up in defence. ‘But if you don’t want anyone to find out, you might want to make your crush a little less obvious.’

‘How so?’

‘Oh come on!’ Draco laughed. ‘Everyone sees it! You’re terrible at hiding it. I bet even that guy on the other side of the field knows it.’

‘Bugger off,’ Blaise mumbled and he turned back to the game.

You had the ball at your feet and were running towards the Machines’ goal, along with to other teammates. Fast approaching was one of the Machines, a guy almost two metres tall and broadly built. To Blaise he looked perfect for rugby, but not for a peaceful and friendly game of football. And neither did the expression on his face. With his eyebrows furrowed and lips parted as he panted, he was running towards you.

It happened in a second. One moment you were still running with the ball and the guy was approaching, the next moment you were lying on the ground with your hands around your ankle and the guy was running in the opposite direction with the ball.

Blaise was on his feet in a second and before Draco could stop him he was running towards where you were moaning in pain. Pansy was already kneeling next to you, as was one of the first aiders.

With Draco on his heels, Blaise crossed the field. He dropped on his knees next to you and took your hand. Tears were streaming down your face and when you tried to sit up a sob fell from your lips at the pain. You squeezed Blaise’s hand and he shushed you softly, while the first aider felt your side for any broken ribs. They checked your leg too and when they touched your ankle you whimpered.

‘Sprained,’ they said. ‘The ribs are somewhat bruised, but there is nothing dangerous. I think it’s best if you don’t play anymore.’

‘No kidding,’ Pansy mumbled, but the first aider didn’t hear it.

Blaise still had your hand in his and you leaned on him for support as you tried to sit up. ‘Come on,’ he said and he wrapped his arm carefully around your back and one under your legs. Before you could do anything he was lifting you up from the ground and carried you to the side-line.

Wrapping your arms around Blaise you cried into the sleeve of his T-shirt. He felt miserable seeing you in pain and he wished he could do something, but with so many muggles around he couldn’t use magic. On top of that, he had left his wand at your grandparents’ house. Not that he was any good in healing spells, but for you he would do his very best.

Away from the football field, Blaise lowered you to the ground and he sat behind you, so you could take the pressure of your body and rest against his chest. A small sigh came from you as you leaned back and Blaise couldn’t suppress the smile on his face.

‘Better?’ he asked and got an approving hum from you.

Draco and Pansy sat down next to Blaise and you, both cursing the big man that had run into you with words Blaise was glad that said man couldn’t hear. You chuckled at their curses and Blaise felt your laugh in his chest, setting aflame his lungs. He wished he could stay like this forever. Holding you in his arms was the best feeling ever and it killed him that this was only because you were in pain now.

The rest of the match between the Titans and the Machines past in a blur for Blaise as all he could focus on was the person lying against his chest. He was startled awake from his trance when his three friends started to cheer and the players ran off the field. One by one they ran past you and Pansy, giving high fives or yelling some cheer.

‘This one was for you!’ the last player said as he ran past you and you and Pansy cheered after him.

There was a thirty minute break before the next game would start. The last game of the day for Blaise was the Sly Foxes against the Red Titans. He and Draco had been looking forward all day to this game, as their chance to show you and Pansy that they could never beat you. However, now you couldn’t play and all the excitement Blaise had had over the game had quickly disappeared.

So when the break was over and Pansy and Draco got up from their places on the ground, Blaise stayed on the grass. He looked up at Draco and squeezed his eyes against the bright sun behind his friend’s head. He lifted his finger and pointed at the blond. ‘I’m putting my trust in you, Malfoy,’ he said. ‘Don’t let me down.’

Draco only rolled his eyes and walked with Pansy to the field where the rest of the teams had gathered. Blaise knew that his team captain, Alysia, wouldn’t be happy with him not playing but he didn’t care for that right now. He couldn’t just leave you alone on the side-line.

‘You’re not gonna play?’ you asked and turned your head back to Blaise.

‘Nah, someone’s gotta take care of you,’ Blaise said, ruffling your hair.

‘I don’t need anyone to take care of me!’ you sputtered, batting Blaise’s hand away with a pout on your face.

‘Alright, then someone’s gotta keep you here,’ Blaise said, laughing at your angry face. ‘Because I know you and I know that you would probably start walking ‘round and hurt yourself even more.’

You huffed but said nothing and Blaise laughed at your defeat. ‘Besides,’ he added. ‘I’ve played with Pansy before. Don’t care for doing that again.’

Now you laughed and threw your head back on Blaise’s shoulder. His cheek was touching your temple and he felt his body weakening under the feeling. You however didn’t seem to notice for you turned your head to the side, so now your forehead was touching Blaise’s neck.

‘You’re comfortable,’ you mumbled softly before you asked: ‘When did you play with Pansy?’

For the remainder of the game Blaise talked easily with you, making you forget your pain for a moment. With so many distractions and difficult thoughts Blaise had forgotten how easy it was to have fun with you. You and he needed nothing more than yourselves to be entertained for an entire day.

Right before the game had ended, you were sitting in between Blaise’s legs, your own legs draped over his left thigh and your shoulder against his. Tears of laughter were streaming down your face and you were gasping for breath.

‘Blaise stop!’ you cried out, giving Blaise a little push on his chest.

‘Alright, alright, calm down,’ Blaise chuckled and he reached up his hand to wipe the tears from your cheeks.

Your skin was cold under his fingers, but his own skin burned as he wiped the tear from under your eye with his thumb. Your cheek fit perfectly into his palm, like it belonged there. For a second longer than was necessary Blaise held your face in his hand, but he pulled away quickly when someone approached.

The game had finished and neither you nor Blaise knew the score as you both had been too busy with the other to pay attention. Draco and Pansy were still somewhere on the field, either celebrating or sulking, and the person in front of you and Blaise was not looking happy down at the two of you.

‘If the two lovebirds could stay away from each other for a moment,’ Alysia sneered and Blaise’s cheeks heated at the comment. ‘Why weren’t you on the field?’

Blaise shrugged. ‘Someone had to stay with y/n.’

‘I don’t care if you had to keep the queen of Britain company! Because you didn’t show up we were one man short and we had to use Fabio!’ Alysia went on and he pointed at a guy in the middle of the football field.

‘What’s wrong with Fabio?’ you asked, eyeing the guy curiously.

‘Sod off, this is none of your business,’ the Foxes’ team captain snapped and Blaise balled his fists.

‘Don’t talk like that,’ he gritted through his teeth.

‘Or what? You’ll run crying to your momma?’ Alysia said.

Blaise pushed himself off the ground so he was standing eye-to-eye with Alysia. She was almost as tall as him but Blaise knew that he could take her if he wanted. However before Blaise could act without thinking, down on the ground you muttered something and slowly you stood up, leaning on Blaise’s arm for support.

‘Blaise, please,’ you said softly, turning your back to Alysia.

The boy tore his eyes away from the woman in front of him and looked at you. Your eyes were pleadingly looking at him and you were biting your lower lip nervously. The longer Blaise looked at you, the more he calmed down. He looked up at Alysia and although the urge to hit her was still there he could push and keep it down.

‘I’m not done with you,’ Alysia said and she turned away.

You rested your forehead on Blaise’s shoulder and sighed. ‘Thanks,’ you mumbled and Blaise patted your back.

‘’m sorry,’ he muttered back and you nodded against his shoulder.

Meanwhile, Draco and Pansy had gotten off the field and were running towards their friends. You let go of Blaise, who was left feeling cold, and fell into Pansy arms. She was cheering happily; the Titans had won the game. You hugged Pansy and cheered with her and even though his team had lost, Blaise, looking at you, had never felt happier.

/\/\/\

‘You sure you’re alright?’

‘Blaise, shut up! I’m fine!’ you cried, pushing your friend away from you.

Last night, after getting back from the games, Draco had taken out his wand and mended your ankle and the bruises on your ribs. You had already felt better before you went to sleep, but your friends, and especially Blaise, had kept on worrying over you the entire night.

‘Draco did a perfectly fine job and if I hear one more person asking if I’m okay I will hex the pants of you, I swear.’

Blaise put his hands up in surrender and gave you a wry smile. ‘Alright, alright,’ he chuckled and bumped his shoulder into you softly.

You looked up at him and the soft expression in his eyes made your knees weak. Quickly you averted your eyes and stared at your feet on the grey sidewalk. Next to you, Blaise cleared his throat.

‘What exactly are we doing today?’ he asked and then pointed at his clothes. ‘You told us to put on swimwear, but that’s it.’

Looking to your side you smirked and shrugged. ‘Just wait.’

You led your friends through the little village of your grandparents. Just like the last two days the town was deserted as all the inhabitants were either playing in the games or watching. The shops were closed and locked up—only early in the morning and late at night they opened for people to do their shopping before or after the events.

Soon however, you left the village and followed the crowd to the big lake near. On the water lay a giant inflatable obstacle course. Children were playing on it and their laughter sounded through the open field around the water.

You turned around to your friends with a big smile. ‘Tadaa!’

Pansy and Blaise laughed and looked excited at the course in the lake, but Draco stumbled back and shook his head. ‘Nope—no way—I’m not doing that,’ he said.

However, before he could turn around and run away, Pansy had taken Draco by his arm and was dragging him along over the field towards the water. You ran after her, taking Draco’s other arm and laughing loudly with Pansy at the grumbling blond.

When you arrived at the shore, your little group got split with you and Pansy joining the Titans and Blaise and the whining Draco the Foxes. Once with the others of your team, the team captain, Wyatt, began to explain what the rules of this game were.

‘You’ll go in pairs with one of the other teams, so it’s a race. Whoever gets at the end first wins points. It might look easy, but I can assure you that it’s not. Just be safe and go fast, okay?’

The group broke apart and you and Pansy took a place on the pier, sitting on the edge and dangling your feet in the water. You rested your head on her shoulder and stared at Blaise and Draco, who were standing near the beginning of the obstacle course.

Pansy followed your gaze and chuckled softly. ‘You won’t believe me if I say that he likes you, will you?’

‘I don’t know anymore, Pansy,’ you sighed.

‘He does like you, babe, really. I can see it in the way he looks at you and worries about you. Last night, when you were with Draco in the bathroom for your ankle, he kept on pacing in the living room and wouldn’t stop until you walked in.’ Pansy chuckled and shook her head. ‘I think he would’ve gone upstairs and do it himself if it had taken five more minutes.’

You laughed softly and stared at the water around your feet. Some part of you knew that Pansy was right, but the bigger part wouldn’t believe it. For as long as you had known him, Blaise was your friend and you had been his friend. You were afraid that was all it would ever be.

Footsteps approached and Draco and Blaise sat down next to you and Pansy, Draco next to Pansy and Blaise next to you. The latter kicked some water at your legs and asked: ‘What are you talking ‘bout?’

‘You,’ Pansy said and you turned your head to her in shock.

‘Me?’ Blaise asked unsure.

‘Yeah, I was just telling y/n about last night.’

Flustered, Blaise turned his head away from you and Pansy. Pansy shot you a told-you-so look and you rolled your eyes, though you couldn’t deny that she had some strong arguments.

‘I think it’s sweet,’ you mumbled, as you kept your eyes on the water at your feet.

Blaise turned to you and from the corner of your eye you could see his smile. He opened his mouth to say something, but at the same time a bell rang and the first contestants were called to the obstacle course.

‘Pansy Parkinson and Marty O’Neill.’

Pansy tore her gaze away from you and Blaise and she climbed off the edge onto the pier. You scrambled up after her and gave her a big hug before she ran off to the start.

‘Come on! We’ve got to watch!’ you said and pulled Draco and Blaise from their places.

They stumbled after you as you ran to start of the course, where you had a good view on Pansy. You were cheering your friend on as she stood next to Marty and, although Draco and Blaise belonged to another team, they were cheering along with you.

The person next to the course counted down and the race began. Pansy started off great, but Marty was close behind. They dodged big obstacles and ran, crawled and crept over the course, fighting for the first place.

The people on the side were yelling and cheering loudly, as were you, Blaise and even Draco. The latter was jumping up and down and his face was turning red as he intensely stared at his friend on the obstacle course.

Pansy and Marty climbed up on the last obstacle and slid down, disappearing from view. The crowd gasped and silenced. You reached down for Blaise’s hand without thinking and he wrapped his fingers around your hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

For a minute it was silent, only the sounds of the people further back on the grass interrupting the nervous silence on the pier. Then the speaker creaked and a voice called over the small crowd near the water. ‘PARKINSON WINS!’

A loud roar erupted from the Titans on the side and you and your friends screamed with happiness. You jumped and threw your arms around Blaise, yelling ‘She won! She won!’ in his ear. He laughed and lifted you from the ground, spinning your around.

The happy feeling of Pansy’s victory was nothing compared to the butterflies you felt at Blaise’s arms around your waist. Light-headed and dizzy you stood next to your friends when Pansy came back on the pier and ran towards you. There was undoubtedly a sheepish grin on your face, but everyone around was too focused on Pansy’s win to notice.

The euphoria of the victory in team Red Titans stayed for three other races, until one of the Machines won from a Titan. Though no one tried to show it suddenly the nerves settled in and everyone waited anxiously for their turn.

You were sitting with your friends on the same place as before, your feet only just above the water. Blaise was sitting next to you, his thigh pressed against yours. He was leaning back on his arms and you knew his hand was resting close behind you. There was something rushing through you, but the more time passed the harder it was to distinguish nerves from butterflies.

You let out a troubled breath and Blaise turned to you.

‘Nervous?’ he asked and you nodded.

‘Yeah, I am,’ you said, watching as an Angel and a Machine took their place in front of the obstacle course.

Blaise nudged your shoulder softly and gave you a sweet smile that turned your stomach. ‘I’m sure you’ll win. The person who’s up against you should worry.’

‘Thanks Blaise,’ you smiled and nudged him back.

Another wave of cheering came from the pier and you saw the Machines clapping excitedly for their contestant, while the Angels gave their racer comforting words. For a moment it was quiet until the speaker creaked again and the next contestants were called forward.

‘Blaise Zabini and y/n y/l/n!’

You froze in your spot and furrowed your brows. Surely you didn’t just hear your own name.

However, Blaise had gotten up and placed his hand on your shoulder. ‘Come on, they’re waiting.’

‘Right,’ you said and snapped yourself out of your stare, instead stepping into competitive mode. ‘Let’s do this.’

Together with Blaise you stood at the starting position in front of the inflatable course. From up close it looked even bigger and you wondered how anyone could ever go over it so quickly. The course wobbled on the water and the plastic was slippery with water. Suddenly you realised why Draco hated it so much.

‘Ready?’ Blaise asked you and he stepped closer to you.

‘Sure,’ you mumbled, your eyes still on the obstacle course.

Blaise chuckled and you turned to him, finding him a lot closer than you thought he was. He raised his hand and stroke his fingers over your forehead and temple, tucking your hair behind your ear. ‘Sorry… your hair was in your face,’ he whispered. ‘Thought I should move it so I could see you better…’

‘S-see me better?’ you repeated weakly. Your heart was beating strongly in your chest and throat and hot blood streamed to your cheeks. Your skin was burning hot in the places Blaise had touched you and you were very aware of how close he was standing to you.

‘3… 2…’

‘Yes, see you better,’ Blaise whispered, placing his finger under your chin.

‘1…’

‘Don’t wanna miss the look on your face when I win from you.’

‘START!’

With nothing more but a smirk Blaise ran away and climbed on the obstacle course. You were left dumbfounded and stunned. A thousand thoughts were twirling inside your head, but you couldn’t grasp any of them. It was only a few seconds but it felt like hours you stood there on the pier.

‘y/n, idiot! Go after him!’ Pansy yelled from the side and you were pulled from your shock.

Reality crashed in on your and anger filled every corner of your body. Immediately you ran after Blaise, nearly falling over as you climbed on the inflatable course.

‘BLAISE, I WILL KILL YOU!’ you yelled as you crawled under a plastic beam. Blaise looked over his shoulder and laughed at you. Your anger stilled a bit as you admired the beauty on Blaise’s face when he laughed, but still you quickly jumped up and ran further.

Your brain was working fast. You had to find a way to catch up on Blaise, but by just running after him you wouldn’t; he was too fast for that. As you zigzagged around big poles, you tried to come up with a plan.

When you saw that you had to jump over something for the next obstacle, the plan came quickly. You jumped over it and then dropped to the ground, yelping in feigned pain.

Instantly Blaise turned around and his eyes widened in panic when he saw you lying on the floor. For a moment he hesitated, looking ahead of him at the finish line and then back at you, but then he made up his mind and rushed over to you.

He dropped to his knees and placed his hand carefully on your knee. ‘Are you alright?’

A smile spread on your face and you leaned forward to press a kiss on Blaise’s forehead, before you jumped to your feet. ‘You’re so sweet.’

Rapidly you ran away, this time leaving him stunned. You bolted past the remaining obstacles and heard Blaise shout something as he pursued you. An enthusiastic laugh fell from your mouth before you could stop it as you started on the climb on the final obstacle. On top, you dared to look back and found Blaise at the start of the climb also with a wicked grin on his face. When he looked up you waved at him before you dropped yourself on the other side.

‘And the victory goes to the Titans!’

Even on the other side of the obstacle course, far away from the rest of your team you could hear the screaming. You laughed softly and waited for Blaise to step from the inflatable course into the little boat that would bring you back to the pier. He had a pout on his face as he sat down beside you, but slowly a smile spread on his face.

‘I bet Pansy’s race wasn’t that interesting,’ he mumbled.

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