#when the 'popular' group started cheering her on she had such a big smile on her face because all she wants to be is validated by them lot

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Unwritten | B.C. | Part 1

Pairing: Chan x afab!reader

Summary: the only thing your best friend ever asked was for you to not fall for her older brother, but what should you do when you come back home for the summer and he seems like the most irresistible man in the world?

Genre: nonidol!au, fluff, angst, smut

Words count: ± 12,710

Warnings: other than reader is fucking oblivious, there's none for this part but this fic WILL contain +18 themes so minors DO NOT INTERACT.

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A/N: Yeri and reader are 2 years younger than Chan and for the sake of context Chan is 21 in this fic.

A/N²: so I have been writing this fic for a few months ☠️ and the plan was to have one big ass chapter but you know me(my dad didn't give me love so I need validation) so I'm going to post this story in 2 parts 😚 I hope you guys like it 🫶🏻

When you were fourteen, you met your best friend. Yeri and you clicked right away, since then you knew you two were meant to be.

Yeri had transferred schools and you thought it was strange that she never mentioned any of her old friends but she could be shy about it so you never asked.

The first and only thing Yeri ever asked you was to not like her older brother. Christopher, nicknamed Chan, was the most popular boy in her school and that's how you found out why she never mentioned any of her friends.

Turns out people only befriended Yeri because of her brother and when he rejected one of her friends, who was pretty popular, the girl and her whole group of friends turned against Yeri and made her life a living hell.

That's how she ended up in your school and after Chan got into a fight because of the bullying situation with her friends, he decided to finish high school in an all boys academy.

He was 16 when you met him for the first time and at the time you didn't understand what people saw in him and to be fair he never gave you any reason to like him. So when Yeri asked you to not fall for him, you laughed promising that that would never happen. How could you ever like him? He makes his life's mission to annoy you, since the first moment he laid eyes on you he made you his target, he would find anything to make fun of you.

For example, the first time you drank alcohol. You and Yeri stole a bottle of whisky from her father's collection when you were 15, you got so intoxicated that you threw up a few hours later and ended up falling asleep right there on the toilet with your hair full of vomit.

Chan found you in the morning, if you didn't know him well you'd think he was worried as he shook you awake, but the moment he saw you opening your eyes, he took his phone out of his pocket and took a bunch of pictures of you, pictures that he would use to blackmail you later on.

He did take the blow for the stolen whisky, his father took his car for a whole month and that's how you ended up being basically his servant for that month. He would make you go to the convenience store with him, saying he wouldn't be able to bring things back home all by himself. He would use you as his personal clock, telling you to wake him the time he decided like a fucking alarm. He would make you watch his games and cheer for him, while Yeri would send you apologetic smiles while watching you go through that since it was her idea to steal her father's whisky. Chan wouldn't stop torturing you even after Yeri begged him.

However, when he got his car back, he stopped using you as his servant. He even started picking you and Yeri at school after class, you guessed that he felt guilty about all the things he put you through but he never apologized for it.

When you got into your dream university, you felt the happiest. Yours and Yeri’s family made a barbecue together to celebrate that the both of you got into the schools you two wanted but you were going to different universities.

Yeri got into the same university as her brother, he got a scholarship with their music program two years before the both of you and Yeri got in to study liberal arts. You, on the other hand, wanted to study History and you also landed a scholarship since your grades were always the best in school and you did a bunch of extra curricular activities that would look good on your register.

You and Yeri cried your eyes out when you both had to separate, it was the most heartbreaking moment of your life. Never for a moment since you met her did you imagine staying away from her for more than a day and now you would go basically six months without seeing each other — in the worst case scenario, a whole year. Why did you two have to go to schools that are basically across the country from each other?

“We'll facetime every day”, Yeri mumbles almost inaudibly because of her sobs.

“Yes, don't worry”, you smile, holding her by the shoulders while tears fell down from your eyes.

“Jezz, you're not dying, you're just going to different schools”, Chan roll his eyes, passing through to finish storing his sister's bags in the car.

“You're saying that because you'll have her all to yourself”, you roll your eyes, whipping your tears.

“And I should be happy about that because…?” He teases, making you want to punch him in the face.

“If you don't want to, then let's exchange places”, you fire back, feeling annoyed already.

“Unless you have studied 4 semesters of music and know how to produce and write songs, I don't think you can take my place”, he says, condescending.

“Fuck off, it mustn't be hard to just mix tracks and write words in a paper”, you say angrily. You know that's not what he does, Chan is very talented and it takes a whole lot of love for music to be as good as he is but you want to piss him off, so you said what you said.

“You just insulted a whole profession with a sentence, congratulations”, he huffs his eyes, “let's go before I tell dad who really stole his whisky”

“You're so childish, it's been years, when are you going to stop bringing that up?” Yeri huffs, letting go of your goodbye hug.

“Who knows”, he opens the driver's door, “maybe one day y/n will do something else that's gonna make me forget about that”, he winks at you, before giving you a smug smile and going into the car. For a moment there, just for a moment you felt a wave of heat on your lower stomach and maybe, just maybe you found Chan attractive? Nah, that's not possible, all the emotion of the moment must be messing with your head.

You give your last kiss on Yeri’s cheek and watch her entering the car, waving goodbye at you until the vehicle disappears at the end of the road.

The worst case scenario happened. One year was the time that you had to stay away from your best friend. On your first break, Yeri got stuck in her school preparing for a presentation they would do right when classes started again, she didn't go back home so she could get ready and she crushed it, they filmed the whole thing and she sent it to you, you never felt more proud of her than by seeing her doing what she loves.

On your second break from college your professor offered you a spot on his summer class that would help you on advanced subjects later. The seniors from your major told you he almost never offered that opportunity to anyone and him taking a freshman in was unheard of, so you dreadfully accepted.

Finally on your third break you two managed to free yourselves from the university shackles and got to go back home.

You're currently on a plane, so you're going to get home quicker and won't lose time with your best friend. You were so anxious last night before that you barely slept and forgot to put your phone to charge, so as soon as you got on the plane your phone died. At least you wouldn't have to bother putting it on airplane mode.

Your family is not the most affectionate and that's not bad, their way of showing love was always acts of service rather than physical touch or words of affirmation but when your parents see you, even though they went to visit you at school, both of them cry and hug you like they haven't seen you in years.

You appreciate being cherished by them, even though you never really care about how they showed they love for you, now you feel truly loved. When your parents feel like they are okay with letting you go, you drop your bags in your room and don't waste any more time, going to Yeri's house.

Will she cry when she sees you? She's such a cry baby, oh you miss her so much. You can't wait to stay awake the whole night talking to her about your college lives, even though you facetime almost everyday it can't even compare to gossiping face to face.

You knock on the door a few times, something you're not used to doing but after so long without going to visit it seems disrespectful to just barge in. No one answers though, but you hear the sounds of splashing in the backyard. You can't believe Yeri went to the pool first thing when she came home rather than go looking for you, but you decide to not hold that against her since it's so hot you feel like you could melt any time now.

You decide to go directly to the backyard to surprise her, so you open the side gate and walk slowly, careful to not make much noise while sneaking on her. What you didn't expect was to not find Yeri, but Hyunjin, Chan's friend there, laughing about something while scrolling on his phone.

He didn't take long to notice you, eyeing you up and down and smirking. He didn't have the time to say anything, though, since Chan came out of the water at that moment, splashing water on his friend. The first thing you noticed was how muscular he had gotten over this brief period of time you didn't see each other. The droplets of water run slowly on his skin and the smile he gives you when he sees you could positively melt you more than the hot weather.

“Hey”, he says, putting his hands on the pool's border, raising his body up to help himself out of the water. And the moment you see his whole body, you hiccup.

Oh my god, are you nervous? Why would you be nervous close to your best friend's annoying brother? For fuck sake, get your shit together, are you in need to get laid? It's been so long you slept with someone that now you are lusting over anyone?

“Hi”, you wave, shyly. It's easier said than done, you just can't move, you really are nervous.

“What's up with the glow up?” Hyunjin asks you, as always very rude.

“What's up with your face? Got uglier?” You fire back, making him laugh.

“You wish I'd give you a chance”, he rolls his eyes, “give up, I won't even give you the time of day”, he throws his hair to the side, scoffing.

You roll your eyes, huffing. That's just how your relationship with him works, Hyunjin doesn't have to do much to piss you off, he and Chan are the perfect best friends.

“Hm, where's Yeri?” You ask, avoiding looking at Chan, his body is distracting and you can't let him catch you eyeing him up. He kept getting closer while you talked with Hyunjin so his distance right now is not the safest for your sanity.

“What do you mean?” He frowns, “her flight got delayed because of a wind storm, she told me she texted you about it”

You sigh, there was no better moment for your phone to have died than right when your best friend needed to talk to you.

“My phone died when I got to the plane and I haven't had the time to charge it yet”, you start mumbling, “is she okay? When is she coming?”

“Yeah, she's okay”, Chan says, blinking a few times to assimilate the information you just gave him. “She'll be here tomorrow morning, probably”

“Okay”, you nod, calming down but frown immediately. “But why are you here?” You ask and he smirks, tilting his head to the side.

“I live here”

You huff, rolling your eyes.

“You know what I meant. Shouldn't you both have traveled together?”

“We would have if she didn't bomb in one of her classes, also, I finished mine earlier this year so I came back sooner”

“Ah, okay”, you nod, “I'll go back home, then. I'll come back when Yeri arrives”

Immediately after finishing your sentence, Chan steps close to you, as if he would hold you in place but he stops before doing anything.

“Why don't you stay a bit longer?” He asks. “It's hot, you can enjoy the pool while you're here”

You think about it for a moment, before shaking your head.

“I didn't even bring a swimsuit and I'd rather not stay in the same space as that guy”, you stick your tongue out to Hyunjin, who's paying attention to his phone.

“I'll drive you back home, then”, Chan says right away.

“There's no need”, you shake your head again, chuckling, “my house is barely twenty minutes away”

“But it's super hot today”, he points out, “I won't feel comfortable letting you go home walking”, he finishes and for the first time in your life, you don't wanna fight back. Actually, his serious tone made your face grow hotter.

“Alright”, you nod and he smiles, telling you to wait for him to change clothes and that he'll be back soon. He gives you the keys to his car, so you can turn on the AC while you wait for him.

As always, Chan's car is neat just like his personality. Everything is organized and there's no trash or dirt, you start the car, closing the doors so you can feel the cold air.

You hold your hair up, taking the scrunchie off of your wrist to tie your hair, but it falls on the floor, making you groan and bend down to look for it. You can't really see down the seat, so you just tap on the floor trying to feel the fabric of your scrunchie but what you find is much more interesting. A bra. You feel your whole face hot, throwing it back beneath the seat the moment you see what the piece of cloth you're holding is. Woah, who would have guessed that Chan has bitches? And even though you feel a weird feeling in your chest, you think that everyone has their own taste so of course someone would like him even though he's the most annoying man on earth.

You got curious though, is she pretty? The girl he's seeing. She's probably super pretty, he has always been popular, of course he won't accept someone that's less than pretty. You did see a girl on his Instagram account, maybe she's his girlfriend.

You're taken out of your thoughts with the sound of the driver's door opening. Chan enters the car, fastening his seatbelt while starting the car.

“It's been a while since we last saw each other”, he says, not taking his eyes off of the road.

“Right? Who'd guess Yeri and I would have so many things come up, I'm dying to see her”, you finish excitedly.

“I was actually talking about you and I”, he answers and you look at him, seeing the man chewing on his bottom lip.

“Oh?” You frown, why would he? You're not even friends, “I guess it has really been a long while”, you nod.

You stay silent, not really understanding the ambiance and why you swear there's some tension there.

“How about school? Are you seeing anyone?” He asks, trying to change the subject.

“Hm, it's cool, I like what I'm studying”, you fidget with your fingers, “and no, I'm not seeing anyone”, you sigh, “there's just not really anyone that caught my eye I guess”, you tell him and you swear you can see a faint smile on his lips but before you can ask him about his girlfriend, he parks in front of your house.

“We are here”, Chan turns to you. You didn't even notice you were arriving already.

“Thank you for the ride, Chan. I'll see you tomorrow”, you tell him, getting out of the car and waving goodbye to him before walking to your door.

You find your phone thrown on the top of your bed, charging him just to find almost a hundred calls and texts from Yeri, talking about the chaos, the whole flight confusion and saying sorry she wouldn't get to see you right now.

You facetime her, waiting a few seconds and in a moment her bright smile shows up on the screen.

“Girl, I thought your plane had crashed”, it's the first thing she says.

“And why don't I see puffy eyes and despair in your voice?” You ask, ironically, making her roll her eyes.

“I doubt you'd let yourself die that way”, she informs you, “anyways, why couldn't I reach out to you?”

“My phone died and I hurried to see you right when I got home”, you smile sheepishly.

“Oh, was Chris home?” She asks and you nod, “that's good, my parents are out of town until next week, you'd have been stuck outside if he wasn't there”

“Yeah”, you nod, remembering the scene of Chan slipping out of the pool, how his wet swim trunks hugged his thighs and the water drops falling from his hair on his plump lips.

“Are you listening?” You hear Yeri say in a higher pitch, she always does that to catch your attention. Your face turns hot in an instant, what are those gross thoughts? You're going crazy, that's the only answer possible.

“I dozed off, couldn't sleep well because I was so excited to see you”, you make something up that is not entirely a lie.

“Ow, you're so cute”, she squeals, “I was gonna surprise you but since I'm gonna be late I'll tell you now”, Yeri says.

“What's it?”

“I'm taking my boyfriend with me on this trip”, Yeri giggles, making you frown instantly.

“What boyfriend?”

“You know, Minhwan, the guy I have been talking about for months now?” She declares as if it's obvious.

“The one who left you on read for an entire week and then came after you at a party just because you were with another guy?” You ask, incredulous.

“Yeah, he said he was sorry about that”, she giggles.

“Girl”, that's the only thing you can say, you can't believe your best friend is settling for that.

“What about you? Any hot guys on the plane?” She asks, changing the subject before you can nag her about her choice in men.

“Nah, an old couple seated by my side and they tried to set me up with their grandson”

“Oh? Did they show you pics? Was he handsome?” Yeri asks, excitedly.

“He's 39”, you tell her, smiling painfully, “they told me he’s nice and has two kids”

“Well, babes, we both know you're better alone”, your friend tries to cheer you up and you nod, agreeing with her, even though at that moment the only thing going through your mind is this crazy thought about Chan: what if?

You cry like an idiot when Yeri arrives, you missed her so much and you didn't even notice how much until you saw her again.

“You look so pretty”, you tell her, making her spin around so you can have a look. “I see college made you hotter”, you give her a thumbs up.

“Look who's talking”, she giggles, “I'm going to have to be your bodyguard this summer, guys are going to line up to see you”

You laugh, rolling your eyes and before you can say anything else, someone clears their throat, making you look in their direction just to see Yeri’s boyfriend there.

“Oh! This is my boyfriend, Minhwa”, she introduces you two. He gives you a charming smile, while sticking his hand to you.

“Hey”, he says, waiting for you to shake it, while you stare at him.

You don't like him, he seems like bad news, but is forced to shake his hand when your friend elbows you and whispers “be nice”

“Yeah, hi”, you say, not trying to hide your dissatisfaction but shaking his hand anyways. Just on time a loud horn sounds behind you, rescuing you from the awkward conversation that was about to happen.

“Chris is here”, Yeri squeals, grabbing her bags on the floor and walking to the car to greet her brother, who's already scolding her as soon as she lets go of his hug.

You watch Minhwan walk behind her and wait to be acknowledged by Chan, who eyes him up and down and glances at you. You shrug, shaking your head and he takes a deep breath, while Yeri introduces the two.

The trip back to their house is quiet, Yeri and her boyfriend go on the backseat while she talks about the city and shows him things of our childhood. He doesn't look all that interested but also doesn't tell her to stop talking.

When Chan parks the car, the couple gets out first, while you close your eyes, leaning back on the passenger seat, taking a deep breath.

“I guess no one thought that's her type”, Chan says, watching you opening your eyes slowly and turning your head to look at him.

“I don't think he's anyone's type”, you whisper and Chan chuckles.

“So you don't like a man who ignores you and then acts like nothing happened?” He teases, tilting his head to the side, making you chuckle.

“No, I like a man who shows how much he likes me”, you inform him, but the way Chan looks at you has a meaning you’re not sure you understand. He bites his bottom lip, nodding.

“That's good to know”, he says before opening the door and getting out of the car.

You frown, the way he's acting since you met him again is so weird. You definitely don't understand him.

After unpacking and updating you on a bunch of things, Yeri invites you to go to the pool. The day is sunny and hot, as expected of a typical summer afternoon. Chan invited his friends too, so Minhwa is basically the only stranger to you all.

Your best friend makes you wear a bikini, something you're not used to. You always try to cover yourself with a shirt or at least a swimsuit, not really confident about your body, but she’s not having it today saying that except for Minhwa everyone there has known you for years. You end up giving in, wearing the piece of fabric she provided to you.

“Just a question: is this supposed to cover me?” You ask, really wondering.

“You’re such a prude sometimes”, Yeri rolls her eyes. “This shows just enough, don’t worry about it”, she comforts you, but you’re not sure if it works. ‘Just enough’ for her surely is not enough for you. You decide to suck it up anyways, she’s right, everyone there except her boyfriend knows you since you were a teen, there’s nothing to be ashamed of.

That’s what you thought, at least. You’re sure there’s nothing much to look at but then why do you feel Chan’s eyes burning a hole in your body? You didn’t do anything to make him mad, so you’re not sure why he’s staring at you so intensely.

You sit on one of the chairs after greeting everyone, watching as Yeri jumps in the pool with her boyfriend, giggling and kissing him. You may not like him but it’s good to see her this happy.

You close your eyes, laying down on the chair, the sun is burning your skin when something is thrown at you. You open your eyes, a frown on your face while you stare at a towel. Your eyes wander to the figure by your side, just to find Chan standing there.

“What’s this?” You ask, lifting the towel off you.

“That’s for you to cover yourself, that thing you’re wearing is not doing the job properly”, he says, pointing at your bikini.

“Excuse me?” You ask, shocked.

“You’re excused, now please, cover up”, he repeats, looking around. He avoids looking at you when you toss the towel back to him.

“Fuck off”, you say, closing your eyes again, hearing him huff. Why does he have to be an asshole about this? Are you that ugly he can't bear one afternoon looking at your body?

You think Chan is going to leave you alone now, when you hear his footsteps fading away but then the sound of something being dragged hits your ears and you open your eyes again to see Chan bringing the chair closer to you.

“If you’re not going to cooperate, I might as well stay here to bother you”, he grins, comfortably sitting.

“Are you for real?” You roll your eyes, you thought this childish urge he has to annoy you had disappeared but clearly you were wrong. He ignores you, scrolling on his phone while he hums some stupid song he must have come up with.

After some time, you go into the pool, joking around with Yeri and playing games with the others. Chan is still there when you go back, watching you. If you didn’t know better you’d think he’s eye fucking you by the way he’s staring and it's scary how the thought that you wouldn’t mind if he really was comes to you mind.

You sigh, these strange thoughts keep appearing in your mind, you have to get over this before someone starts to notice, worse, before he starts noticing. You sit on your chair, taking your sunscreen out of your bag, applying it on your arms and face, on your chest, stomach and legs. You can’t reach your back, though and everyone is too engrossed in their playing for you to call someone to help, except Chan. You look at him discreetly, thinking if that’s a good idea, maybe you should just call it a day and go inside.

“Do you need some help?” He asks before you get to make your decision.

“Hm”, you try thinking fast, now much more nervous than before, “yeah”, you give in.

Chan smirks, stretching his hand to you so you can give him the sunscreen tube. You turn your back to him, without saying anything, not really wanting to prolong this awkward situation.

You hear the sound of the lotion being splashed in his hand and then the sound of him brushing his hands to spread the product, you won’t ever admit it but you’re dying with the anticipation of his hands on your skin. His long, strong fingers brush against your shoulder blades, spreading the sunscreen gently, massaging it for longer than necessary but you’re not complaining about it.

You feel your cheeks grow hotter, his hands go down to your lower back, putting more lotion on the area and caressing your skin. You shouldn’t feel this excited about it, you know you shouldn’t but the heat you feel on your lower stomach is not something you can control.

You get goosebumps when you feel his breathing too close to your skin, making you shiver.

“Do you like it when I touch you?” He murmurs, making your eyes grow wide. You turn around fast looking at him just to find him staring right back at you, lips stuck between his teeth and the corners of his goddamn sexy mouth upturned in a cocky smile. Before you can even answer him, your phone rings, making you jump out of the chair to at least a meter away from the man.

You pick your phone up, listening to your mom's voice asking you what you want for dinner, saying you weren't answering her texts.

“I-I'll go home now and we can go grocery shopping”, you stutter, trying to recompose yourself, trying to make your heartbeat go back to normal.

She answers telling you to hurry up then, because it's almost time to make dinner. You don't even look back at Chan, you can't really, he must've misspoken, there's no way he asked you that with an ulterior motive, there's no way. But even though you're telling yourself that you can't control the heat radiating from your cheeks, from your whole body actually.

You collect your things, running to Yeri in the pool and telling her you're going home, then you hurry back inside to change and run back home, still embarrassingly flustered.

You feel distracted the whole trip to the grocery store, you talk with your mom automatically, not really paying attention to anything other than the memories of Chan's hands on your skin, burning every bit he touched.

You're debating with yourself which snacks you should buy for your sleepover with Yeri in the weekend when you hear your name being called.

“y/n? Oh my god, it's been ages”, Yuna, a classmate from your highschool times approaches you.

“Oh, hi!” You smile at her, she was always very nice with you and Yeri when you studied together. “It really has been a long time”, you nod.

“Are you on break? Your mom told mine that you went to that school you always dreamed about”, she asks excitedly.

“Yeah, I'm visiting”, you look around to see if you can find your mom, you don't want to believe that you got lost even though you're a grown up.

“You know what? My boyfriend is throwing a party this friday, why don't you come?” She smiles, “bring Yeri too, I miss her”, she says.

“Oh, yeah”, you nod, “I'll talk to her and let you know”

“You still have the same phone number?” Yuna asks.

“I do. You can text me the details”, you smile at her. “Oh, my mom is here”, you point at the older woman, pointing to the watch on her wrist for you to hurry up.

“Okay, see you!” Yuna waves goodbye to you and your mom while she walks away.

You go out with Yeri alone for the first time since you met after all this time. She left Minhwa with Chan and the other guys, meeting you in the mall after. You visit every store in there, buying clothes and trying weird things you would never spend money on but can have a good laugh at.

“Yuna? She's nice”, Yeri says, putting on orange pants.

“Yeah, she texted me the details yesterday”, you look at her choice of clothes disgustingly, like you're any better wearing a large shirt with tiger print on it.

“We should go”, she nods, taking the piece of fabric off. “And then Saturday we can do our little sleepover in my house”

“Okay, I'll tell her we'll be there”, you watch as she turns to look at you. “Hm… I meant to ask you before but didn't get the chance… How's it? To see Hyunjin after a while?” You ask, cautiously. You have been avoiding this subject since Yeri is dating someone else now, but you couldn't help but notice the few glances she still throws at her childhood love.

“Oh, I'm fine”, she smiles without looking in your eyes and you know she's lying.

Yeri liked Hyunjin for a long time, even though he never gave her any signs that he liked her back. So when she got into college, she promised she would do anything to forget him.

“Are you sure?” You press, not really wanting to force her to tell the truth but also trying to show that you care.

“Yeah”, she smiles at you and look into your eyes, “and even if I'm not, I'm sure I'll be fine soon”

You pout, walking to her and opening your arms for a hug.

“My poor baby, you went through a lot but everything will be fine”, you caress her back while she wraps her arms around your waist. “I love you and that's all that matters”, you say proudly, making her laugh.

“Shall we buy some clothes for the party?” She lifts her head to peek at you and you laugh.

“Anything for you”, you answer, sighing.

You definitely shouldn't let Yeri choose your clothes for any event. You should have already learned that but every time she'll ask with puppy eyes and you'll give in because you can't say no to your best friend. So even though her clothing tastes are a lot more extravagant than yours, you always have hope that she'll choose something modest. But that's never the case and this time is no different.

She chose a black dress that can barely cover your ass, it has a cleavage so low you're not sure your boobs won't just pop out of there if you move too hastily. You put on safety shorts just to be sure, you don't want anyone to have a peek at your panties and also a strapless bra to make sure they are safe and sound right there.

You still feel exposed, but with Yeri hyping you up the whole time she helps you get ready, you start thinking that you don't look so bad. You do your own makeup, too afraid of what she'll try on you and you leave your hair down, carrying a hair tie on your wrist just in case it gets too hot.

You, Yeri and Minhwa take an uber to the party. It's already possible to listen to the loud music when the car is turning on the corner, dropping you three a bit far from the house since even the street is crowded.

You didn't even know there was a house this big in your town, it has a big garden, three floors and a pool that's probably the size of your house.

“You came!” You hear a squeal as soon as you enter the door to the house. Yuna comes running in your direction, hugging Yeri. “Girl, it's been so long”

“We need to catch up”, your best friend says excitedly, turning to Minhwa and introducing him to Yuna.

“You didn't bring your boyfriend?” Yuna asks you, making you tilt your head in confusion.

“I don't have one”, you answer.

“Oh? Ah, I see”, she seems confused, looking like she's trying to remember something. “Don't worry I'll help you find someone nice today”, she grabs your hand reassuringly, pulling you three to the middle of the crowd before you can say you're not interested in her proposition.

You see some familiar faces along the way, some people that attended the same school as you and some friends of Chan. You managed to not think about him for a couple of hours, not letting his voice appear in your mind just to make you confused. You even avoided going to Yeri's house, inviting her to get ready at yours.

Yuna stops you all when she meets a group of people, she introduces you all to her boyfriend and his friends. There are some girls there, pretty girls that make you a bit uncomfortable. Because they are naturally pretty and you suddenly feel like you're trying too hard just to look decent.

You fidget unconformably on your tiny dress, feeling embarrassed now. Everyone is talking but you feel left out, maybe it’s just your overthinking.

“Hey”, you hear a masculine voice right next to you, making you turn around to look at the guy. He's cute, a bit taller than you.

“Hi”, you smile, waving at him awkwardly, not needed to say that you're not very good at flirting.

“Jihoon!” Yuna says, “I was going to introduce you to y/n tonight”, she smirks.

“I think I remember her from school”, he answers, eyeing you and then he laughs with your panicked face, you don't remember him at all. “It's okay if you don't remember me, I was always buried in books and I basically slept in the science club”

“Oh, yeah”, you nod, “maybe that's it, I don't think I ever visited the science club in high school”, you laugh, making him smile.

“Why don't you get something to drink together?” Yuna suggests, winking at you.

“Sure”, you nod, looking at him who just shrugs. “Sorry about that, apparently she really wants to set me up with someone”, you tell him when you start walking together.

“I don't mind”, he chuckles, “not if it's a pretty girl she's trying to set me up with”, he grins at you, making you blush.

He's someone comfortable to talk to, you two start sharing stories about your school years, teachers you both recall and weird things that happened. You chose a beer to drink, it helps you talk more freely. Jihoon tells you that he just got out of a long term relationship and that Yuna is only trying to help, making you laugh, telling him you never had a boyfriend so you're not sure why she's so set on finding someone for you.

After an hour or so goes by, you already drank more than you're supposed to, laughing too much at the not so funny jokes Jihoon is telling. When a song you like starts playing, you grab his hand, pulling him to the dancefloor with you. You do feel a bit more bold when you have a little too much to drink, so you put your arms around Jihoon’s neck, pressing your body against his. He doesn't waste time, wrapping your waist with his arms, resting his hands on your lower back. You start grinding on him, hips moving with the music playing in the background.

You two look at each other and laugh and you feel like you could definitely kiss him at that moment if it wasn't for the strong hold you feel on your wrist before you're yanked away from the man who looks extremely confused while you're dragged away.

You look at the person who's pulling you out of the house, you know that back too well for your own good.

“Chan?” You ask, even though you know it's him. “Let go of me”, you yell now, trying to stop him and get out of his grip. But he's too strong, he only releases you when you're far away from the house.

“What are you thinking?” He turns to you, face red in anger.

“That's something I should be asking”, you scowl, surprised with his reaction, you don't think you have ever seen Chan that mad.

“You were rubbing yourself on that guy in the middle of a party!” He grunts, “and what's that you're wearing?” He scowls, pointing at your clothes.

“It's a dress”, you say, sheepishly. The way he's looking at you makes you feel embarrassed.

“That shouldn't even be called clothing, it's just a piece of fabric”, Chan sighs, “did Yeri make you dress like that?” He asks, looking around to try and calm himself.

“She didn't make me do anything I didn't want to”, you tell him, crossing your arms in front of your chest. “I'm not a child, I can take care of myself”, you say. “And what's it to you if I was rubbing on some dude? I could be fucking him in the middle of the crowd and you still wouldn't have anything to do with it”, you spit it out, feeling mad out of nowhere. He should be worrying about his girlfriend, not his sister's best friend.

“Are you sure you're not a child?” He asks, sarcastically. “You sure act like one sometimes”

“Fuck you, Christopher”, you yell, feeling the blood boiling in your body. You're so mad at him, why is he acting like this all of a sudden? He has no right to treat you like this, even if he's Yeri's brother. You turn around, leaving him behind and walking to the opposite side of the party, a walk may calm you down, you need to go home anyways.

Except that you feel his presence right behind you, throwing glances at him for five minutes until you stop completely.

“Stop following me”, you say, crossing your arms in front of your chest.

“I won't let you go home by yourself, look at the hour”, he scoffs.

“I would if someone hadn't dragged me out of the party”, you huff, “my phone is inside my purse and Yeri has it”, you tell him, making him feel guilty.

Chan didn't think it through, the moment he saw you in another guy's arms he saw red, he didn't want to cause a scene but also couldn't control himself.

“I'll go back there and pick it up for you”, he grumbles embarrassedly.

“You should have thought about it before you pulled me out of there like that”, you say angrily, “you're Yeri's brother, not mine. I don't need you to look out for me like you do to her”, you sigh. This whole situation makes you sober up so fast that your head hurts.

“It's not the same”, he murmurs, frowning, “y/n, I don't see you like a little sister”, he says like it's obvious. “The reason I take care of you is not the same reason why I take care of Yeri”

“Well, mister Bang, please enlighten me with the difference, then. Because I have no clue and it fucking sucks”, you tell him, sarcastically.

He opens his mouth to say something but his phone starts buzzing in his pocket, saving him from whatever stupid thing he was gonna confess to you.

“She’s with me”, he says, when he hears Yeri's panicked voice because you disappeared, “I'll take her home, take care of her things”, he says before hanging up.

“I don't need you to take me home”, you tell him as soon as he puts his phone back in his pocket.

“Let's not discuss this right now”, he sighs, “my car is nearby, listen to me just this once”, he pleads, making you huff.

“Fine”, you roll your eyes and say “lead the way”

The car ride back home is silent, you don't want to talk to Chan. He has been acting weird since you met each other again after so long and that makes you mad because you thought that now you both would be adults enough to stop annoying each other, but maybe you were wrong.

“You should stop meddling in my business”, you tell him as soon as he parks in front of your house. “Let's be mature from now on, I won't mess with you and you do the same for me”, you tell him but Chan doesn't answer, he just stares at you like he's analyzing something and you definitely don't like that. He smirks next, throwing you off.

“Don't wanna”, he shrugs, “I'm going to do whatever I want from now on”

You sigh, shaking your head, it's already time for you to stop trying to understand this guy.

“You should keep calling me Christopher though, I liked it”, he points out, amused, making you frown.

“Good night, Chan”, you huff, opening the door of the car and getting off. You don't look back while walking to your house, that man makes you so mad it's driving you insane.

The whole point of calling him Chan is because he doesn't like being called that, you're the only person who does and it's just to annoy him and you won't entertain his antics since he doesn't want to leave you alone.

You wake up with the sound of the door of your room being closed with too much strength, making you groan in annoyance, your head hurting like crazy. You open your eyes slowly, trying to get used to the light coming through the windows, just to find Yeri standing at the end of the bed, arms crossed and eyes narrowed while watching you.

“How could you disappear last night?” She says, “I was so scared when I couldn't find you and then I freaked out when that guy you were with told me someone dragged you out”

You rub your eyes, watching your friend scold you. You can't believe you're being lectured about something that's not even your fault. 'Go fight your brother', you want to tell her, but for some reason you feel like you shouldn't.

“I'm sorry, I was drunk”, it's not entirely a lie, you were indeed drunk but you don't need to tell her that that was not the reason for your disappearance.

“Well who was the person who dragged you out?” She asks, brushing off your apology.

“I don't remember”, you lie again, feeling mad at yourself. Why are you lying to your best friend? Why are you scared to tell her it was her brother the one that made a scene because you were dancing with Jihoon?

“Stay close to me next time, okay? I'll make sure no one's gonna hurt you”, she huffs, pouting.

“Okay, thank you”, you smile. “Is everything alright for our sleepover today?” You ask, trying to change the subject.

“Yes, Minhwa gave the idea of having a bonfire, tonight is supposed to be cold”, she says, talking about the things you should go buy, the snacks and the drinks.

“Oh, okay”, you nod, you didn't stop to think that her boyfriend would be with you two on your sleepover.

“I'll wait for you downstairs, hurry up and get ready”, she hushes you, clapping her hands.

You get up begrudgingly, dragging yourself out of the bed straight to the bathroom. Only a shower can help you feel better right now.

Your head is pounding and your stomach is hurting, you want to throw up and go back to sleep but you know Yeri won't leave you alone.

You don't know why Chan shows up on your mind when the hot water hits your skin, you feel your head more clear but your best friend's brother is intoxicating your brain.

You shake your head, like that's going to make you forget about his existence. You better distract yourself with other things so these thoughts won't show up when you're with Yeri.

After putting on some comfortable clothes, you go down, meeting your best friend there. She's talking to your parents about the things you're going to be doing for the day.

“I'll be back tomorrow”, you tell your mom, giving her a kiss on the cheek. “Take care of her, old man”, you tell your dad, hugging him.

Both of them chuckle, knowing you do that just to annoy them.

“How did you end up with Chris yesterday, by the way?” Yeri asks, when you get out of the house.

“We just met by chance”, you say, still not feeling like it's right to tell her he was the one who made that scene the day before.

“Well”, she sighs, “don't you think he's acting weird lately? Did anything happen?” She presses, making your heart beat faster, as if you did something wrong.

“I don't know, maybe he broke up with his girlfriend or something”, you shrug.

“I don't think he has one, though”, she points out, making you snap your head to look at her.

“He doesn't?” You ask, shocked.

“At least he never told me about a girlfriend”, she says, making your heart skip a bit. What about that bra in his car? Is he just a player then? Maybe he fucks girls left and right and doesn't settle with just one person. Why does that thought make you feel worse than thinking he has a girlfriend?

It bothers you for the rest of the day, while you're grocery shopping, when you're on your trip to Yeri's house, when you start preparing things for the sleepover: why is Chan acting so weird lately? You thought he had a girlfriend so his behavior didn't mean anything to you until now. Now, there's a possibility that you have a chance with him and that scares you, not just because you think he may be a player who's going to seduce you and then pretend it never happened, but the fact that your promise to Yeri is not stopping you from lusting over her brother.

It's so weird having Minhwa with you two, you feel like you can't really let it all out because he's a stranger but you won't say that out loud since Yeri looks genuinely happy with his presence there. You all set the bonfire and are enjoying the night view while drinking some beers and talking. You two recall stories about your teenage years laughing about situations that made you two cry at that time. When you see your best friend rubbing her eyes and yawning, you know she's gonna call it a night. Yeri holds on for about one hour more until she tells you she's tired and wants to go to sleep. You're still full of energy so you tell her to go on first.

The temperature did drop, making you cover yourself with a blanket while you stare at the flames in the bonfire. The sound of the crickets in the distance makes you feel calm and the quiet of the night makes your mind go somewhere it shouldn't.

You have your thoughts interrupted by the one and only person guilty of those thoughts. You hear footsteps in the grass just to turn around and find Chan, walking towards you. He sits on the bench, right by your side, even though there are plenty of places he could sit on.

“Yeri already went to bed?” He asks, opening a can of beer and taking a sip.

“Yeah, she was tired”, you tell him. “Turns out she can't hold her liquor”, you joke.

“And you can?” He teases, making you roll your eyes.

“Yes, I do. I can go up to three or four bottles”, you brag, making him chuckle.

“I guess I won't find you sleeping in the bathroom again, then”, he says, making you turn around ready to argue, just to find him closer than you expected, more than you're used to.

“You should forget about that”, you whisper, trying to recompose yourself, forgetting your anger and just staring at his lips, looking down immediately.

“Should I?” He asks and you nod, feeling your cheeks grow hotter.

“Yeah, that was a long time ago”

“I guess you’re right”, he nods, tilting his head. “Maybe you should give me something else to think about”, Chan bites on his bottom lip, raising a brow in questioning.

“You have a suggestion?” You ask, chuckling, the atmosphere heavier at each second.

Chan stares at you for a moment, glancing from your eyes to your lips and then back to your eyes.

“Can I kiss you?” He asks, making you smile amusedly, realizing he’s trying to prank you.

“Why would you want to kiss me?” You roll your eyes, making him frown.

“I wonder if you really don't know or are just pretending”, Chan says.

You feel your breath stuck in your throat, feeling your heart start beating faster and faster.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about-”, you start saying but he interrupts you.

“I like you, I have liked you for a long time”, he declares.

“You shouldn't joke about that”, you feel your whole face turn red, a burn in your chest.

“I'm not joking, y/n”, he says, making you stare at him.

There’s no way he likes you, it’s impossible, right?

Right?

Before you can even think properly, your lips crash into his. You put your hands on the back of his neck to pull him closer and deepen the kiss. Chan is confused for a moment but it doesn't take long for him to reciprocate your eagerness, brushing his tongue on yours. His hand slips to your hip, squeezing so hard you could feel his nails digging on the skin. His lips are so soft and welcoming, it feels like you never tried anything like it

“Can I ask you something?” Yeri's voice sounds so clear in your head it seems like she's right by your side, “can you please not fall for my brother?”

You put your hands on Chan's chest, pushing him away from you and standing up.

“I'm sorry, I'm so sorry” you plead, not sure if you're saying that to him or his sister. “I- this was a mistake”, you stumble back almost falling, making Chan stand up to help you but you shake your head, turning around and running out of the gate.

You run without stopping until you get home, you’re breathless and you want to throw up, the butterflies in your stomach are not strong enough to ease the guilt you’re feeling, you can't believe you kissed Chan, you broke your promise.

How can you look in Yeri’s eyes now? You’re so scared now, what if she never wants to see you again? The worst of all is that thinking about the kiss makes your heart flutter and the ghost of a smile grow instantly on your lips before you can get a hold of yourself. You can’t be like this, you can’t be attracted to Chan and you really can’t fall for him, even though you already suspect that this feeling goes beyond just attraction.

You avoid Yeri for a whole week, not trusting yourself to not blurt out everything that happened the moment you see her face. You cried for a while, heartbroken for breaking your promise but also for the feelings that now you have to bury, so you can keep your friendship.

You told her you were sick that's why you went back home that night rather than staying over. It’s not a lie, in your defense you feel sick to your stomach every time you think about seeing her and it’s even worse when you think about Chan. The thought of seeing him again makes you nervous and not the type of guilty nervousness that you should be feeling but the type where you feel your heart flutter. Why did he have to make a move? He could have just kept his feelings to himself, the same way you were trying to do before you two kissed. Chan can have any girl in the world, so why you? You’re pretty, there’s no denying it but there are a hundred more pretty girls he must have met that are not his sister’s best friend.

When Yeri shows up at your door, bringing snacks you want to scream, literally. She looks worried, asking how you’re feeling and inviting you to stay at her house so she can take care of you but you don’t want to step foot in her house ever again — or any place that her brother might be present, for that matter.

“Are you mad at me or something?” She asks, sulking. “Is it because of Minhwa? He’s kinda boring right?” She completes, nervously trying to find out what she did wrong to make you mad.

“I’m not mad”, you sigh, you didn’t want her to think she’s the one at fault when you’re the one who broke the promise you made to her. “I’m just not feeling well lately”, you tell her.

“But did something happen?” She enquiries.

“No, nothing much”, you lie once more, feeling tired from lying so much to your best friend in such a short period of time. “But what about Minhwa being boring?” You ask her, trying to change the subject, her eyes widen immediately. She wasn’t supposed to let that out but she was so nervous that she just blurted it out.

“Well, I may be tired of him already”, she bites on her bottom lip and fidgeting with her hands.

“Girl, I knew this was going to happen”, you shake your head, completely forgetting about all your problems, too involved in the juice. “You aren’t over Hyunjin and it shows!”

“Fuck off”, she sulks, crossing her arms. “You’re so mean to me, I’m going through a hard time”

“Babes, please, you put yourself in this situation when you started dating the guy who ghosted you for an entire week”, you throw it in her face.

“Woah, never thought my best friend would judge me like that”, she sighs dramatically.

“Play stupid games, win stupid prizes”, you pat her back, “If not me calling you out, then who?”

“You’re right but I won’t admit it”, she nods, tsking. “Wanna go buy ice cream?” She asks out of nowhere.

“Sure, let’s go”, you smile. Just a few minutes with her and you’re already feeling so much better, you don’t think you would ever trade your friendship for the world.

You walk back home with a bag of popsicles, the sun is so strong that you don't think the ice pops are going to arrive intact in your house.

You're listening to Yeri's rant about her soon to be ex boyfriend when you hear the sound of a horn. You close your eyes painfully, you know that sound too well. Your best friend turns around with a big smile on her lips but you don't want to do the same, although you see her smile disappearing in a moment.

“Hey, wanna a ride?” You hear Hyunjin’s voice behind you, forcing you to turn around. He's seated in the passenger's seat while Chan is in the driver's seat, staring at you like he could burn a hole in your body. You can't avoid feeling your cheeks growing hot, you just want to get out of there.

“Yeah, why not?” Yeri says, grabbing the bag from your hands and walking to the car.

“Actually I'm going to walk some more”, you say, making her turn to look at you.

“What? It's hot as hell, why do you want to walk?”

“I don't know, I just feel like it”, you shrug, seeing Chan chuckle inside the car.

“I can accompany you if you want to walk”, he raises a brow, “I wanted to stretch my legs anyway”

You huff, closing your eyes. There's no way out, right?

“I guess it wouldn't be good for me to overdo it since I'm not feeling well”, you say, stepping closer to the car while Yeri goes in.

The ride is silent on your part, you don't want to look at Chan but every time you give in to your curiosity and peek at him, he's staring at you through the rear-view mirror. Yeri talks about everything nervously avoiding looking at Hyunjin but you swear you can see him awkwardly fidgeting in his seat.

When the car stops in front of Yeri's house, you feel your whole body freeze.

“I'm going to take y/n home, I forgot I had to run an errand for dad”, Chan says, making instant panic grow in your body.

“There's no need, I can walk”, you tell him, opening the door of the car.

“Girl? You told me you were not feeling well, he's going that way anyways”, Yeri says, frowning. She's probably confused as to why you don't want to accept the ride. What if she starts suspecting you? What if she starts making questions you don't know how to answer? Chan stares at you with a raised brown, waiting for you to come up with another excuse but you are afraid your best friend is going to realize you're trying to avoid her brother. So you just nod, going into the car again, this time in the passenger seat in the front.

The car goes on quietly throughout the ride, you are fidgeting with your fingers, looking anxiously outside the window, praying that you get home soon. When Chan parks in front of your house, your first instinct is to open the door so you can run out of that situation, but that's when you realize the car is locked.

“Hm, can you let me go?” You murmur, not taking your eyes out of the window.

“Not until you look at me”, he tells you, voice more hoarse than you remember but you do it, you look at him just so he can let you go.

“Happy?” You ask, cheeks burning while you stare at him but the look in his face is the opposite of happiness, he seems hurt.

“Do you hate my feelings for you so much?” He asks, scowling. “If you can't stand the thought of me just say it, don't run away”

You sigh, he looks desperate, like he's going to break apart if you don't hold him right now.

“Chan- I-”, you have no words to tell him. “I made a promise to your sister, that I'd never fall for you”, you tell him, hoping he can understand you.

“What about me? You don't care a bit about me?”

“I do”, you sigh, “but what should I do? You want me to choose between you or Yeri? You know she's my best friend”

“I guess I'm nothing to you, then”, he unlocks the car, bending over you to open the door. “I'm sorry I made you stay”, he murmurs.

“You know that's not what I meant”, you try but he shakes his head.

“It's fine, I came on too strong. I guess I'm just tired of this unrequited love”, he sighs, smiling gently at you but you can see the sadness in his eyes.

Chan has been in love with you since he was 17, when he found you unconscious in the bathroom his heart stopped for a few seconds before he could move and try to wake you. He shook you awake, worriedly, smelling the scent of whisky coming from you, he couldn't believe you had drunk and was blacked out in his bathroom.

When you groaned, fluttering your eyes open he couldn't let you see his face so he just pulled his phone out of his pocket, taking pictures of your face while he chuckled to your rumbles, arguing with him.

Chan didn't accept that he liked you at first. He made you do his tasks for him, go to the store with him and have you cheer for him on his school games, he thought he could prove to himself that he didn't like you like that, but spending so much time with you only made him realize that it was not something small, he liked you for real.

You never looked at him twice but he was okay with that because you were never interested in anyone romantically, so Chan was able to keep his feelings to himself, hoping that one day you would look at him. When he went to college, he thought he would get over you but no one got him slightly interested, all he could think about was the day he would get to see you again when he went back home.

He didn't expect to find you in a relationship when he got back for his first break out of college, well, you never made it official but you were glued to that guy like you’d die if you stayed away from him for a second and it hurt Chan so much to watch you being in love with someone else.

It didn't last long, the guy turned out to be a huge asshole who was two-timing, that's why he never asked you to be his girlfriend. Chan spent so many nights awake in his bed, listening to your cries in Yeri's room, devastated because your first love didn't work out.

Well, Chan was also sad that his first love didn't feel the same about him either so he could understand your pain. When it was time for you to go to college on the other side of the country he hoped once more that he could forget you. Chan wished you'd find someone worth it in college and that the same happened to him so he could let go of his feelings for you.

However, he should have known that his feelings are much deeper than that. When you showed up in the pool that afternoon he honestly thought he was going to throw up. He hadn't seen you in a year and of course he didn't forget how beautiful you are, but there was something different about you and he couldn't quite understand what.

Chan caught you eyeing him up and even though that could mean nothing, he wished that for the first time you were seeing him like he wanted you to. So he started to make moves, nothing obvious, but most certainly provocative. He wanted you to feel charmed by him, he wanted you to pay attention to him.

All his hopes were shattered after you avoided him for an entire week. He really thought that you'd come around soon, that you'd give him a chance. He should have known that you'd never choose him over Yeri and he should be happy about that, right? You're loyal to his sister. But he really wanted you to be his, this time he really hoped you'd be his.

He tries not to bump into you when you're in his house and avoids doing anything with Yeri when she mentions you're coming too. Just like that two weeks go by without him seeing your face, it hurts like hell but he knows it's for the best. You made your decision and he should respect that, he should move on.

So when Hyunjin — who's aware of Chan's struggles with his feelings for you — suggests to set Chan up with a friend of his, the older man is hesitant but accepts in the end, it's not going to be good for him to just stay at home, moping sadly about you not returning his feelings.

She's pretty, he's not going to pretend she's not, but he can't help but to think she's not as pretty as you. She's nice and kind, he thinks that he could easily fall in love with her if you didn't already owe his heart.

He tries with all his might to not think about you, he tries to focus on her. How her hair falls down on her shoulder and how she laughs softly. But you stay there, in the back of his mind, reminding him that he's not going to forget you that easily.

“Why are you here alone?” You hear Yeri's voice in the corridor, making you walk out of her room to see with who she's talking to. Hyunjin is laying down on Chan's bed, scrolling on his phone.

“Waiting for your brother to get back”, he shrugs, not even looking at Yeri.

“Where did he go?” She asks, crossing her arms in front of her chest, trying to look confident, even though her cheeks are pink. She hates when Hyunjin acts so indifferent, it makes her nervous.

“He went on a date”, Hyunjin says and your eyes immediately go out of your best friend's face to him. Your heart starts beating so fast in your chest that you can hear it in your ears.

What does he mean “a date”? Chan told you he liked you so why would he go on a date?

“I didn't know he was seeing someone”, you thank Yeri for asking something and Hyunjin looks at you, not her.

���Well, the girl he likes is being an idiot so he just decided to move on”, he smirks, making your cheeks burn. So he knows about you and Chan? Not that there ever existed something between the two of you but he definitely knows that Chan likes you.

“I didn't even know he had his eyes on someone”, Yeri says, confused.

“Your brother is full of secrets, it seems”, Hyunjin sits on the bed, stretching out. “I'll go now, he just texted me saying he was not coming home for another two or three hours”, the man says, standing up and walking past you and Yeri, seizing the opportunity to bump into you.

You're confused too, just like Yeri. How could her brother say those things to you, tell you he likes you just for him to move on so easily? Of course you didn't want him to keep trying anything with you so why does your chest hurt so much right now? Why do you feel like your heart is being ripped out of your chest?

“Y/n!” You hear Yeri's voice, a pitch higher than usual, which means it's not the first time she's trying to get your attention. “Are you listening?”

“Yes, of course”, you nod, paying attention to what she says next.

“I can't believe Chan liked someone this whole time, why did he not tell me?” She wonders and you nod, “maybe it was you, that's why he didn't tell me”, she laughs out loud, making you stare at her for a second. “I'm kidding babes, why does it look like you have seen a ghost?” She jokes, spinning on her heels and walking back to her room, whining about how much she's gonna pester her brother for not telling her about his crush.

You couldn't sleep, every time you closed your eyes Chan showed up with that damn smirk of his. You hate him, you really do, how could he do this to you? Cause all this turmoil of emotions inside you and then just replace you with the first pretty girl that showed up?

It's well past midnight and the man is not home yet, you know that just because you have been walking left and right — for the last hour and a half, in his living room. You were already going to stay over but you didn't plan to meet Chan and much less planned on confronting him about this little game he's playing.

So when the front door is opened and a visibly tired Chan enters the house, you cross your arms in front of your chest, trying to look intimidating but you're sure you look anything but that. He stops on his tracks when he sees you, blinking a few times before closing the door behind him.

“You're here”, he says, avoiding your eyes.

“How was your date?” You ask, raising your brows in annoyance.

“Hmm... how do you know about that?” He looks at you, frowning.

“Does it matter?” You scoff, feeling your cheeks burning. You know you have no right to be doing this but at the same time you can't help it, your chest is aching too much. “I just think it's funny how you confessed to me a few weeks ago and now you're going around dating whomever”

“I don't understand”, he scowls, walking to where you are. “You rejected me, so why does it bother you that I may be going on dates?”

“It doesn't”, you shrug, feeling caught in your own trap. “I just find it crazy ‘cause the way you confessed made it look like you were in love with me or shit but I guess I got it wrong”

“Well, I am in love with you”, he informs, “I have been for years, y/n. But you don't want me and I'm tired of waiting for you to look at me, okay? I'm trying to move on so I can be happy with someone who likes me”

You gulp, holding back on the strange urge to tell him that you like him in that way, that you want to be happy with him.

“I guess you're right”, you step back. You know you're wrong and you don't want to lose Yeri's friendship but at the same time it hurts so much to let go of him, of this feeling that you don't even know when it started.

“I'm glad we are on the same page”, he murmurs, moving past you to go up the stairs but you can't let him, you can't give up on this. It's the first time that you ever felt this way about someone, that you really are about to risk ruining your friendship, but you can't let him go, not this time and possibly not in the future.

So you grab his wrist, making him stop on his tracks. Chan turns around slowly, brows knit together in confusion.

“What if I asked you to not move on?” You feel your cheeks burn, not looking into his eyes at first but when he says nothing you're forced to lock eyes with him. “What if I asked you to keep liking me?”

You don't think you have ever seen someone's face glow up so fast, Chan went from confused and sad to surprised and shining in the split of a second. He steps closer to you, bringing his hands to cup your face.

“I'd tell you that you're the only one I want”, he leans in so close, you can feel his breath hitting in your skin. “I'd ask you to please give me a chance to show you how much you mean to me”

He waits a few seconds, giving you time to regret and run away but you don't, you close your eyes, waiting for him to kiss you and that's exactly what he does, soft lips touching yours gently, like you're going to break if he does anything hasty. Your hands go to the hem of his shirt, grabbing on the fabric to try and have some balance because your legs are about to give out.

You want to moan, honestly. He's so hot it's crazy, the way he's leaning over you, his body is not even touching yours but you can feel the warmth coming from his body, you can only imagine how good it must feel to be pressed against him.

You part the kiss to try and breath, but your face is so red with the impure thoughts you're having that you immediately take a few steps away from him, like you're going to jump his bones if you stay too close.

Chan groans, making you peek at him, even though you're still embarrassed about your crazy reaction to a simple kiss.

“Can you stop running away every time I kiss you?” He asks.

“I can assure you this time I'm not running away, I'm only trying to protect you from the pervert in me you just woke up”, you hiccup, why do you always say too much when you're nervous?

As expected of the tease Chan is, he raises a brow, stepping close to you.

“I'd like to get to know the pervert version of you, if you let me”, he grabs your hips, pulling you closer to him and pressing you against his body. You could die right now, you'd die happy. You can feel his muscular chest pressed on yours and he sneaks his hands lower until he reaches your ass, making you stay so close to him that you are sure you can feel something hard pressing against your stomach.

“Should I let you?” You try teasing him, feeling like an idiot for even trying but to your surprise it works, Chan grunts, kissing you again, this time more desperately like he would die if didn't feel your lips on his now.

Your kiss is interrupted by the sounds of a door closing upstairs, making you two pull away from each other, breathless. His face is red and his lips are puffy and you're no better than that.

You start fixing your hair and trying to look the most normal possible as you run to the kitchen to get a glass of water. When you come back, Yeri is coming down the stairs, grinning at Chan.

“I guess your date went well”, she teases, making him blush.

“I liked better what came after the date, actually”, he grins, eye siding you, making you choke on the water you're drinking to try and hide the mess on your face.

“Gross", Yeri says, disgusted. When she looks around, her eyes find you. "Oh, y/n, I came looking for you. You were not on the bedroom when I woke up”

“Yeah, I came down to get some water”, you lie.

“Are you okay? Your face is all red, do you have a fever?” She asks, worriedly, walking closer to you to put her hand on your forehead to compare your temperature with hers. “Hm, I don't think you have a fever”

“I'm sure it's just the hot weather”, you explain, “let's go back to sleep”

You push Yeri back to the stairs, going up with her and when you look behind to get one last look from Chan, he's smiling like an idiot, mouthing something like “I'll text you”, making you blush and shake your head, going up back to Yeri's room.

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[call-sign-jinx]

Spencer Reid X Reader - It was clearly just a simple mistake

summary: you and spencer have known each other almost all your lives. now, you both work for the fbi. when he's working on a particularly hard case, you spill coffee on some of the evidence and other papers. he immediately blows up at you unknowingly but as soon as he turns around and sees you, he says it was a simple mistake.

warnings: age gap, best friend's brother, making out, mutual pining (spencer started to have feelings for reader when she was 19)

spencer reid x fem!reader

Spencer Reid was my best friend's brother. I've had feelings for him since I was 11 and her was 14. I told my best friend and she fully agreed that we would be a good couple. But that was just our 11 year old minds dying to be sisters in some way.

But there was one thing in the way, well two. The age gap, and the kids at our school. Me and my best friend were the 'popular' types of girls. And Spencer was the 'nerd' that steered away from parties and big groups of people. Which meant the only times I ever saw him was when I was over at Amanda's house. Which was actually quite often. But he was always stuck in his room doing homework and reading books.

Now, I'm 22 and Spencer is 25. I'd say we both aged very well. We both work at the BAU but I'm just an assistant who gets everyone coffee and their lunch and answers the emails they can't be bothered reading while Spencer is a profiler who works on cases like kidnapping and serial killers. I see him a lot more often and we occasionally talk when we both happen to be in the breakroom.

At the moment, the whole BAU was working on a case that was particularly hard to solve. I heard Morgan chatting with Elle and this guy seemed like they knew exactly what they were doing. Left no clues, varied in the way they killed, thoroughly cleaned the crime scene, etc.

I could tell that it was infuriating for everyone, especially Spencer. He was sat at his desk, brows furrowed with a mix of anger and confusion, forehead resting on hi right hand, eyes dead focused on the paper he's holding. I quickly made him a new cup of coffee to hopefully cheer him up.

As I take it over to him, I trip and accidentally spill the coffee on the case files. Shit. Shit shit shit. Shit. For fuck sake. He's going to be so fucking pissed. I didn't mean to! It's not my fault someone else left their fucking bin in the way. I was too focused on not spilling the coffee anywhere that much that I spilt it. Ironic.

"For fuck's sake!" Spencer quickly stood up, some of the coffee spilling on him. He tried to move the papers quickly while muttering how could I have be so clumsy and stupid.

He then turned around and looked shocked to see that it was me who spilt the coffee on the case files. His whole angry demeanor changed into a calm and collected one. He had a small smile on his face as he brushed himself off.

"I apologize Y/N for how I spoke. It was clearly just a simple mistake." He sat back down at his desk and the few people that saw what happened had very confused looks on their faces, including me.

I just walked back to my little office to deal with any emails that the others sent over to me to look at. Baffled by the interaction me and Spencer just had.

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It was 1am. Everyone had left the office, except for me. I was too busy answering all the emails Morgan sent me, he clearly doesn't answer any of his emails.

That was until I heard a loud crash in the main area where everyone's desks were which caused me to practically jump out of my skin. My first thought was an intruder. But how could it be? This is a literal FBI building so how could anyone possibly break in? This clearly wasn't what I was thinking at the time because I went to grab the gun that Gideon had let me have - with a license obviously.

I quietly opened the door and pointed my gun and phone torch to scan the area in front of my office. I couldn't see anything. I then stepped out the door and scanned the area around me, making sure to check through other doors on my way to the main area.

Sweat began to run down my forehead as I thought the worst, this could be the night I die. My worry quickly went away when I saw that it was only Spencer, still at his desk.

"Spencer? What are you still doing here?" I make my way over to him and pull out a chair and drag it over so that I can sit next to him.

"Still trying to figure out the case, you?" I sigh as I leaned back in my chair.

"Answering emails that Morgan can't quite be bothered to even look at. One of them was about his gym membership! What does he expect me to do with that?" Spencer laughs as share my frustration.

"I think they treat you too much like a normal civilian. Which you are far from because you helped me get one step closer to closing the case." Spencer had a proud look on his face as he told me. My eyes widened in shock. How could I have possibly helped in the slightest?

"How? The only thing I've done is bring you all coffee and lunch, and answered your fucking emails." I add the last part with exasperation, it was not part of my job description.

"That's what helped me. You accidentally spilt the coffee you brought me on a piece of evidence and it revealed a big clue, it was the first 2 digits of the zip code of where the killer lives." How can someone be so dumb? Maybe they want to be caught?

"Really? How did the coffee help with that?" I look at the evidence and the first two digits are there but not fully visible. Me and Spencer look at each other - as this would actually really help the case - with pure joy in our eyes.

"Y/N..." His demeanor suddenly changed. He looked down and I followed his eyeline, my hand was on his thigh. How the fuck did my hand get there?

"Shit, sorry. Didn't know my hand was there..." I immediately pull my hand away and look to the ground.

"I-It's alright Y/N... stuff like that happens." I look up to Spencer and he looks at me with a certain glint in his eyes, one that I haven't seen before and one that I can't quite place.

"Spencer?... I-" I was quickly interrupted when Spencer placed his lips on mine. I almost immediately began kissing him back. I placed my hands on his shoulders and pulled him closer to me. He placed his hand on my upper thigh and my grip on his shoulders increased.

When we both pulled away, we couldn't help but smile. I giggled as Spencer just had a boyish grin on his face.

"I love you too Y/N. I have for quite a while now actually."

#spencer reid x you #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds fic #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds #spencer reid scenario

[the-library-of-forgotten-endings]

The Delinquent’s Guide to Finding Love

Warnings: profanity, domestic ab*se, psychological ab*se, Gakuhoe Asano and his A+ Parenting, mild spoilers

Reader is female

Assassination Classroom doesn't belong to me, and neither does Karma.

“Good morning, everyone. My name is (Y/N) Asano, and I am the new transfer student.”

The girl at the front of the room surveys the class with a cold expression. “I look forward to meeting you all.” She certainly doesn’t seem like it.

She stalks across the room, taking a seat next to Karma Akabane.

Karma feels a vengeful glee grow inside of him. Ha! This is hilarious!

“Not so smiley now, are you, Princess?” he taunts.

“…” She looks at him. “Akabane.”

“(Y/N)-chan.”

“Don’t call me chan. Only my friends call me that. And you are not my friend.”

Maybe…just maybe…

“Daddy decided that Princess was useless, didn’t he?” Karma sneers. “Looks like Daddy doesn’t love you anymore~”

“…” She looks at him frigidly. “Please do not talk to me.”

This is better than hilarious, Karma decides. This is possibly the best thing that has happened to him in his life.

(Y/N) Asano.

How does Karma describe her?

Perhaps he should keep it short.

Former student of 3-A (Former, ha!). Daughter of the Principal. Sister of Gakushuu Asano. Captain of the cheer team. Kunugigaoka’s School Idol.

A complete and utter fake.

If you ask anyone on Main Campus, (Y/N) is a kind, gentle soul, a friendly, talented young girl who, even when she’s beaten down, keeps a bright smile on her face.

If you ask Karma Akabane, she’s a liar and a fake.

She’s an Asano, for god’s sake. What do you expect?

The first time Karma saw her, it was hate at first sight.

Pure, unfiltered, hate.

She was cheering on Kunugigaoka’s football team, with a bright, warm smile, which Karma knew, from the very depths of his core, was fake, fake, fake.

“Come on A-Class!” she had yelled, shaking her pom-poms. “Let’s send them straight to hell!”

The team A-Class was playing against was the E-Class team.

They weren’t sent to hell, but E-Class was most certainly put through it.

“So, (L/N)-san how did you end up here?” tries Kanzaki.

“Reasons,” (Y/N) responds.

“Um…ok…”

“What do you want with me? Just spit it out.”

“…Would you like to sit with us at lunch? I know-”

“No.”

“…”

“(L/N)-san, this is an opportunity to make friends!” encourages Koro-sensei. “Why not-”

(Y/N) looks at Koro-sensei. “I have no intention of making friends here,” she states.

“You’ll need allies on your side if you want to kill me-”

“I have no intention of killing you.” Koro-sensei freezes at this, as does Karma. (Y/N) narrows her eyes. “I have no need of the prize money. I will be back at A-Class soon enough anyways, so there is no real point.”

“…”

“Please excuse me.” (Y/N) stands up and starts to walk away from her desk.

“So…you show your true colours at last,” calls out Karma.

(Y/N) stops in her tracks, and slowly turns around, facing Karma. “Fuck off.”

(Y/N) was rather popular back when she was back at Main Campus.

Karma would often see her blow a kiss or two to her admirers, who would often follow her around the school, but noticed how she would skip those from E-Class.

Speaking of following, there was also that clique of hers. She wasn’t really part of the Big Five, but she did have a ‘group’ of her own. It was made exclusively of members of her cheer team, each one as plastic and fake as her.

Naturally, there was no room for the ‘dirt’ that was E-class.

Karma was watching from the shadows when The Incident happened.

“Why won’t you let me join the cheer team?” fumed Hinata Okano.

“You’re in D-Class, Okano,” says (Y/N), her voice cold, unforgiving. “You’re barely hanging on as it is. Get better grades and then I might consider it.”

“That’s not fair!”

“Life’s not fair.”

Okano stormed out of the room, and Karma only just managed to catch the tearful shine of Okano’s eyes.

Lunchtime in E-Class.

(Y/N) is not eating a bite of her food, simply messing around with what’s inside her lunchbox. She is sitting under a large tree, its shadow protecting her from the harsh sun.

Karma casually walks up to her, pouring his strawberry milk inside her lunchbox, some of the milk splashing onto her shirt.

“Oops.” He smiles innocently. “Sorry.”

“…” (Y/N) stands up, and walks towards the nearest bin, dumping her food inside, disposing of it.

Karma kicks over the compost bin, the contents of the bin landing on her shoes.

“Sorry.” He is openly smirking now.

Maybe she’ll say something now. Maybe she’ll yell at him. Maybe she’ll cry.

Karma wants to see that human side of her again, he wants to see that vulnerable side, so he can reach into her and then finally tear her apart.

Oh. That was a little intense.

Meh, whatever. ‘Intense’ is Karma’s middle name.

(Y/N) walks away from Karma, not saying a word.

“What happened, Princess?” Karma mocks. “Did I hurt your feewings~?”

No answer.

What a shame.

The first prank was relatively amateur.

A box of chocolates, the chocolates replaced with a jack in a box which sprayed paint all over (Y/N)’s shirt.

Karma had watched from a little ways off, as (Y/N) and her clique stood there in silence.

Pin drop silence.

Until (Y/N) laughed. She looked straight at Karma and shot him a (fake) smile. “You totally got me, Akabane-san!”

Rage.

Karma watches Kanzaki shrink into herself as she walks home, as jeers and insults are thrown at her from the Main Campus students.

Someone pushes her, and Kanzaki falls to the ground, her books scattered all over the ground.

Karma begins to walk up to her but stops when he sees someone else approach her. He hides behind a tree in order to see exactly why would (Y/N) Asano would ever help someone?

“Stop crying,” says (Y/N), holding out a hand for her to grab onto. Kanzaki takes it and stands up, sniffling.

(Y/N) crosses her arms. “You need to stop being so pathetic, Kanzaki,” she says, her eyes narrowed.

Kanzaki looks like she’s about to burst into full out tears.

(Y/N) takes a deep breath and sighs, her tone changing into something softer, kinder almost. “The reason they pick on you is because you look vulnerable, pathetic and weak. You try to hide so that people won’t notice on you, but it just has the opposite effect.”

“…” Kanzaki looks confused.

(Y/N) sighs again. “Tell me something. In the wild, a wolf wouldn’t attack a lion, would it?”

Kanzaki shakes her head.

“But it would attack a cow, wouldn’t it?”

Kanzaki nods her head.

“Why is that? Why doesn’t it attack the lion? Why doesn’t it leave the cow alone?”

“…It’s because the wolf knows it’s weaker than the lion,” answers Kanzaki tentatively. “So, it decides to pick on the cow instead…”

(Y/N) smiles. It isn’t like how she used to smile, how she used to smile back in Main. This smile is more…evil-looking, cruel, mischievous (and it makes Karma’s heart do weird backflips worthy of an Olympic gold medal, but there was no way in hell he was ever going to admit that).

“Kanzaki-chan, you are the cow. And Main Campus are the wolves. To beat them, you need to become a lion.”

“…But…I’m not nearly strong or clever enough…” Kanzaki shuffles her feet nervously. “I’m…not ready…”

“Then fake it till you make it.” (Y/N)’s tone is hard. “Hold your chin up high, stand straight, and pretend you don’t care.”

Kanzaki does exactly that, not really succeeding, instead looking sort of like constipated turtle.

“You look like a constipated turtle,” sighs (Y/N).

“Sorry,” Kanzaki mumbles.

“Let me put it this way,” says (Y/N), pinching her brow. “Try to look like a bitch.”

“…a…bitch?”

“Yes. A rich, beautiful cold brat who has money and looks and the whole school humping her leg like a chihuahua.”

“…that’s…oddly specific.”

“Just do it.”

Kanzaki tries to look bitchy, and kind of succeeds, putting a cold look on her face and holding her chin up high.

“Now walk,” instructs (Y/N). “Walk back home like that.”

“…and if they insult me again?” asks Kanzaki timidly.

“Ignore them. Pretend that they’re tiny little ants.”

“…Alright.” And so Kanzaki walks away, trying her best to pretend that the Main Campus are tiny little ants.

“…”

…Karma gets it.

She’s…trying to be nice.

Maybe…maybe she was really trying to change.

…

THE NEXT DAY

…

Okay, you know what Karma said about (Y/N) trying to change?

Karma takes that back She isn’t trying to change, not at all.

Why did Karma expect anything different?

“The way you’re cartwheeling is completely wrong, Okano.” (Y/N) crosses her arms. “It makes you look like an amputated duck.”

“Haaanh? And when we ask you for your opinion, Miss ‘I’m so great at everything?’” snaps Okano. “Jeez, could you stop poking your nose in where it doesn’t belong? My cartwheel is fine-”

Kanzaki looks helplessly from one girl to another. “Guys, we shouldn’t argue-”

“She’s insulting my skills!” yells Okano.

“I’m trying to help you!” (Y/N) retorts.

“So, dissing me is helping now? How about some actual constructive feedback instead!?”

“…Ok, you want constructive feedback?” (Y/N)’s voice is cold; Karma swears that the temperature drops a few degrees. “Just quit. You’ll never be able to get anywhere, so why keep trying if you just keep on messing up?”

“…” Okano clenches her fist and glares. “Why you…!”

Kanzaki’s eyes widen, and she mutters, “Wasn’t that a little harsh…?”

(Y/N) doesn’t even bother to answer, only turning her back on the two girls and walking away.

Okano yells and launches herself in (Y/N)’s direction, about to give (Y/N) one of her signature flying kicks. “YOU BITCH!”

(Y/N) simply steps out of the way and watches as Okano lands in the dust, raising an eyebrow as if to say, ‘Seriously?’

Okano gets back up on her feet, breathing heavily. Anybody with half a mind can see that she is still angry from the angry furrow of her brows to the red flush of her cheeks and the trembling of her clenched fists.

With a roar Okano launches a punch towards (Y/N)’s face, but (Y/N) without so much as a flinch grabs Okano’s arm and flips her backwards, sending her crashing to the ground.

Okano doesn’t get back up this time.

The retaliation was unexpected.

Karma never thought she would have the guts.

But there Karma was, realising that all of his clothes had been switched out for something truly hideous.

No one had any spare clothes, and therefore, Karma Akabane was forced to spend the rest of the day in a tattered yellow Hawaiian shirt and mud splattered shorts, subject to the sniggers and giggles of fellow students.

Karma hadn’t known who had done it.

Not until (Y/N) Asano had brushed up against him as he was moving classes and whispered to him, “You look good in yellow, Akabane,” her lips lightly touching the skin of his ear and sending shivers down his spine.

Love Hate.

“Asano-san, what you did was completely out of line!” fumes Koro-sensei, his face a deep black. Karma feels himself tremble ever so slightly, but (Y/N)’s face seems composed, bored even.

Karma may be a devil, but (Y/N) is definitely not human.

“I was defending myself,” she says calmly.

“You could have seriously hurt Okano!”

“And she could have seriously hurt me if I had let her.”

The entire class sits in pin-drop silence as Koro-sensei looks straight at (Y/N). “Hurting another classmate isunacceptable,” he growls.

“She was the one who started it.” (Y/N)’s face betrays nothing.

“Okano, is this true?” And just like that, Okano is now the one who is shaking (even more) as Koro-sensei directs his gaze onto her.

“…yes…” Okano mutters, confessing to her sin. “But she provoked me! She insulted my skills! She told me that I should just quit gymnastics!”

“…” Koro-sensei looks at (Y/N) once more.

“…Okano is telling the truth,” says (Y/N).

“And what made you say such a thing to her?”

“She asked me for advice, and I gave it,” (Y/N) states.

Koro-sensei sighs, his face fading back into its usual yellow colour. “I see now. (Y/N).” (Y/N) nods, showing she is attentive. “For now, I am letting you off, since you are new, but you must not provoke another student in such a manner again. Do you understand?” he says, wagging a tentacle at the young girl

“I understand.”

“And Okano.” Okano perks to attention. “You mustn’t lash out like that a fellow classmate again. Violence against others will not be tolerated. Do you understand?”

“…I understand.”

“Good!” And just like that, the tension in the air disappeared, as if it hadn’t been there at all. “Now, let’s get back to the lesson, shall we?”

By the end of the day, the rain is pouring down like never before, dark clouds swirling in the sky and fog clogging the air. Karma luckily has brought his umbrella, so his hair is fluffy rather than sodden from the water.

He walks out of the school, frowning when he sees a figure standing amongst the white fog.

“…Asano.”

(Y/N)’s eyes are trained on some spot in the distance, and her foot is tapping impatiently, the rain soaking her all over. “Akabane,” she responds curtly. “You’ve come to spill milk on me again?”

“Aw, Princess, you know me.” Karma gives a dark grin. “I’m a complete angel. I would never do something like that on purpose. Could you imagine?”

(Y/N) snorts in response.

“So, what’s someone like you doing out here?” questions Karma. “Standing in the rain like a stray dog?”

“Waiting for my brother,” (Y/N) says. “He should be here any minute now. That idiot’s so late today.”

There’s a little catch in her voice that most people would have missed or ignored, but Karma isn’t most people, and as such he pounces on this chink in her armour. “And by any minute, do you mean one hour?”

“…” The tapping of her foot stops.

“I stayed back an hour to help some of the others with math. And knowing that Asano, he wouldn’t forget anything. He’s always on time, always completely prepared. Face it, Princess. You’ve been ditched.” Karma holds out his umbrella, smirking. “So why don’t you let the handsome prince take you home?” he mocks.

“…Gakushuu will be here soon,” she answers, her voice slightly unsure. Her eyes are still looking somewhere far away. “He’ll be here. So, I don’t need your help.”

“…He’s not coming for you. No one’s coming for you,” says Karma, the smile dropping from his face. “You’re one of us now, Princess. An outcast. A piece of trash. No one from your old life will even want to touch you now. Welcome to E-class.”

“…that isn’t true.” (Y/N) shakes her head, laughing. “That’s ridiculous! My brother cares about me, obviously, he just can’t afford to spend time with me right now because there’s so much work to do, and I have to concentrate on my studies too!” Water drips down her cheeks.

“A dog with a leash can’t stray too far from his master,” states Karma. “And stray dogs are to be kept far away from the house.”

“…” (Y/N) finally looks at Karma. There is a sugary smile on her face, one that reminds Karma of the old days, back when Karma was in D-class and she in A-class.

But her eyes burn with something even darker than sin itself.

“Does the Princess have something to say?” Karma mocks, trying not to waver at the look in her eyes. “What is it, Your Majesty?”

“…I really like dogs too!” she says, her voice dripping with thick, sweet, choking syrup, the saccharine poison forcing its way down Karma’s throat and drowning out his voice.

“They’re so sweet and cute, you know!” She laughs, looking Karma up and down. “There’s this little red one who I see very often. He’s thinks he’s so scary, barking at me all the time. It’s so adorable! But I sometimes feel really sorry for him. His parents- oh sorry, owners, like to go on really long trips, and they leave him alone all the time. Then he really acts out, getting into fights and biting all these people, but when he gets home, he cries and cries. It’s just so pathetic.”

Karma can’t hold himself back anymore. His fist flies through the air, straight towards (Y/N) Asano’s face.

“I am speechless.”

Karma and (Y/N) are back in the 3-E classroom, under the disapproving gaze of Koro-sensei, similar to before with Okano really, except it was only the three of them.

Karma, in hindsight, curses himself for falling for the bait. But he feels satisfied

“Asano-san.” (Y/N) isn’t afraid. But it’s not like she’s calm either. Her dull eyes stare at somewhere that isn’t here nor there, and she barely breathes.

Karma isn’t sure if he likes it.

“I warned you today that you were on caution, and any more fights would get you in serious trouble. And yet, the minute school ends, I get-” Koro-sensei waves a tentacle in Karma’s direction. “-this. Do you have anything to say for yourself?”

“He started it,” she mutters, barely audible, sounding like a sulking child.

“I see. And is this true, Karma-kun?” asks Koro-sensei, his usually sunny smile now much more comparable to the bloodthirsty grin of a serial killer.

“…” Karma could lie. He could lie. But he isn’t that kind of person… “…No.” Well, he is that kind of person as it turns out. What a surprise.

“Oh yes, so it was a ghost who punched me?” snaps (Y/N), vindictive. “It was a ghost who mocked me? It was a ghost who spilled milk all over me? I am so done with your bullshit, Akabane.”

“I’m done with your bullshit too,” Karma fires back. “You’re all sour over the fact that you’re not in Main anymore and you’ve been taking it out on all of us like a petty little bitc-”

“I understand what has been going on now.” Koro-sensei’s voice has a certain resolution to it. “You both can go home now, but I want you to stay after school tomorrow. Understand?”

“…Understood,” (Y/N) mutters.

“Understood,” Karma mutters as well.

…

THE NEXT DAY

…

“Bonding,” Karma seethes, crossing his arms and slouching in his chair. “Fucking bonding. I can’t believe it. The undercooked piece of seafood wants us to bond.”

“That octopus is a strange one,” remarks (Y/N) quietly, rocking backwards and forwards gently.

“Princess, he’s a literal octopus who walks and talks and flies at Mach 20. Strange does not even begin to cover it.”

“…” (Y/N) falls silent again.

The two are sitting together in the empty 3-E classroom. Door and windows are all tightly shut and locked.

“The attitude you two have will not do at all!” Koro-sensei had said, wagging a tentacle as a large cross appeared on his face. “Assassins must have the ability to set aside their differences and work together, and the two of you fighting will only drag the entire class down! So, I have devised a challenge for you two…”

“I can’t believe the octopus turned the mountain into an escape room.” Karma shakes his head. “If only you had a hairpin or something, I could-”

(Y/N) walks to Karma and brings a hairpin out of her pocket, wordlessly putting it in Karma’s hand.

Karma takes it, and bends it out of shape, inserting it into the lock and wiggling it around until he hears a click. “You do the honours, Princess.”

(Y/N) swings the door open…

They quickly run through the corridor, Karma reaching first and pushing the doors to the exit. “No use. It’s locked. You have another hairpin.

“No…that was my last one.” (Y/N) frowned. “There’s a key, right?”

“There is, in the staff room.”

“So, let’s go.”

“The key has to be somewhere in here,” says (Y/N).

“Let’s check.”

They turn the room upside down, but come up with no results, except for four strange pieces of paper, with various things written on them.

“…it’s not here.”

“It is,” responds Karma, pointing to the safe. It is locked with a six number code, which Karma doesn’t know.

“…there are a number of possibilities,” says (Y/N), tapping her foot anxiously. “If we try them all-”

“No can do, Princess.” Karma shakes his head. “We only get three tries for this kind of safe. And besides, trying them all would take ages.”

“…Koro-sensei…the paper …it must be a clue!” (Y/N) turns to Karma. “We have to solve this…!”

“Okay.” Karma snatches up one of the papers. “This one should be…” His bravado quickly fades when he realises that the entire thing is written in a foreign language. “…easy.”

“Give it to me.”

Karma hands it over to (Y/N). “I doubt you’ll be able to solve this one.”

“…” (Y/N) scans over the paper. “It…it seems to be written in French. I’m a little rusty, but it’s asking a question: what must an assassin always have?”

…So…she knows French, huh? “…Koro-sensei always tells us that an assassin must always have a second blade,” offers Karma. “As in a back-up plan, if the first should fail.”

“A second blade…” (Y/N) thinks aloud, tapping her foot (something she seems to do when she’s thinking).

“…what would the corresponding numbers for ‘blade’ be in the alphabet, if let’s say, a = 1, b = 2, and so on?” asks Karma

“…2, 12, 1, 4, 5,” (Y/N) says, after a moment’s thought.

Karma inputs the numbers ‘212145’ and tries to open the safe. “…Hey, did you translate that right?”

“No, I’m definitely not wrong.” (Y/N) shakes her head. “That is what the question says…”

“…well, what’s ‘blade’ in French?”

“It would be ‘la lame.’” (Y/N) frowns. “But technically, if you translate ‘la lame’ literally, it becomes ‘the blade’ rather than just ‘blade,’ so ‘blade’ is actually ‘lame’ rather than ‘la lame…’

Karma has it. He quickly inputs the numbers ‘121135,’ and the safe opens with a click, revealing a key.

“Wow…” (Y/N)’s eyes widen. “That was…pretty cool…”

“…heh…you warming up to me now, Princess?”

“…no, I’m not.” Her voice is unsure, and Karma’s heart leaps for no reason at all. “Come on, let’s go.”

“…that octopus is a strange on,” (Y/N) murmurs, repeating her earlier statement.

The entire of 3-E is surrounded by a tall (six meters if Karma has to make an estimate), metal fence, with no barbed wire thankfully, but it’s a fence all the same. The fence isn’t completely solid, though, more like a mesh, and Karma can see to the other side.

“Don’t tell me we have to unlock another door,” groans Karma.

“…no…” (Y/N) points. “I don’t think there is a door.”

Karma looks in the direction (Y/N) is pointing in. And on the floor, he sees a pole.

“Koro-sensei wants us to vault over it. He’s even kept cushioning on the other side, see?” Sure enough, Karma can see a large blue mat on the other side, along with a large rope. “One of us has to vault over, then toss the rope so that the other person can climb over.”

“Alright then, I’ll go-”

“No,” (Y/N) interrupts him forcefully. “I’ll go.”

“…Why?” demands Karma.

“Akabane, pole vaulting is dangerous without intense practice and training.” (Y/N) crosses her arms. “This fence is six meters at least, that’s Olympic levels.”

“And you’re suggesting that you’re capable?”

“…yes. I am.” (Y/N) takes a deep breath. “I’m very experienced in gymnastics and athletics, so something like this is right up my alley.”

“And how do I know you won’t just leave me here?” Karma challenges her.

“…you don’t. You’ll just have to trust me.”

“…” Trust. How can Karma trust someone like her?

But as he looks into her eyes, he can see no manipulation, no deceit. Just the cold hard truth.

“…Alright then. Take the lead, Princess.” Karma reluctantly picks up the pole, and hands it to (Y/N).

(Y/N) steps backwards, taking one breath, two breaths, three. Then she starts to run, eyes trained on her destination, and she brings the pole to the ground, launching herself over the fence, and landing on the mat, uninjured. She stands up, looking at Karma.

She’s going to leave now, Karma knows. She’s going to leave Karma behind, and it serves Karma right for believing in an Asano of all people–

(Y/N) tosses one end of the rope over the fence, ready for Karma to take so that he can finally make it to the other side. “Come on. Climb over before I graduate, yeah?”

…

THE NEXT DAY

…

“…Okano.”

Okano looks up from her lunch, glaring at (Y/N) who is standing before her. “What?”

“…Your cartwheels aren’t perfect,” says (Y/N), and Okano’s opens her mouth to spew a retort, but (Y/N) continues. “But they are very precise and controlled, which is impressive considering that you don’t train very intensely. You also look very graceful from an audience’s perspective, and you can also do multiple cartwheels in a sequence in a high speed, which is also takes a lot of effort. All in all, I would give your cartwheels an eight out of ten.”

“…so…is this your way of saying ‘sorry?’”

“I’m not apologising. I’m stating facts.”

“…” Okano cracks a small smile. “Thanks, I guess.”

“You’re welcome. And, one more thing.”

“…yeah?”

“When I eventually get back into Main, and yes, I will get back into Main, I’m planning on opening the cheerleading team to members of all classes, not just A, B, and C class,” (Y/N) tells her. “You’re welcome to come for try-outs, if you want to. I’m sure you’ll get in.”

This time, Okano’s grin is as bright as the sun.

(Y/N) turns around to face Karma, who was watching from a distance. “Hey, Akabane…you don’t mind if I sit with you for lunch, right?”

Karma smiles, genuinely “Sure thing, Princess.”

(Y/N) and Karma, a few days after ‘The Great Escape Room,’ become friends. One might think that a friendship between someone who is born of the system and someone who breaks the system is completely atypical and absurd, but Karma was never one for the typical anyway, and it would seem that (Y/N) completely agrees.

Today, Koro-sensei just handed back the quizzes they did a few days ago, right before break started, and Karma smiles in satisfaction as he once again looks at his paper with a large ‘96%’ written on it.

“Impressive,” compliments (Y/N), smiling.

“Thanks, Princess.” Karma gives her a lazy grin. He really couldn’t be bothered to, he knew he would ace it, and he did. “Hardly studied too. What did you get?”

“Oh, nothing remarkable.” To anyone else, her tone might sound dismissive, casual, but Karma knows her well enough to detect that underlying something that puts him on edge, so he snatches up her paper, and his eyes widen when he sees her ‘100%.’

Karma Akabane is second. The thought spins around in his head: second, second, second, second, second.

There is a sly smile on (Y/N)’s face. “Just because we’re all buddy-buddy now doesn’t mean I won’t kick your ass when I can, Akabane.” She laughs. “Or should I say, ‘Second Place?’”

“…you bitch,” growls Karma.

“Ooh, did I hurt your feewings~?” mocks (Y/N).

“Guys, you shouldn’t fight in here,” says Isogai nervously, seeing the look on Karma’s face. “Just because it’s break doesn’t make it a–”

Karma goes in for the kill, his fingers attacking (Y/N)’s sides and incessantly begins to tickle her with a dark grin on his face. “Take that!”

“Ahahahahha!” Tears pour out of (Y/N)’s eyes as she tries to push Karma off her, but fails, falling to the ground in the process. “Karma, stop!” she chokes out.

Karma grins. “Then beg me for mercy, Princess.”

“P-please…” Her eyes narrow. “Have a breath mint.” (Y/N) suddenly grabs Karma and flips him over, now on top of him.  “Time for reve-”

“In broad daylight?” remarks Bitch-sensei from the doorway, raising an eyebrow. “My my, you two are bold. Just use protection, ‘kay?”

“…” Realization slowly dawns on (Y/N)’s face. “I…I…NO!” She gets off Karma and leaps to her feet. “I would never!”

“Really?” The Bitch Supreme smirks. “Because it sure looked like it, honey.”

“I’m leaving!” (Y/N) storms out of the room in a huff.

Karma doesn’t bother to get up. He lies there, takes his time, pondering over what just happened…

He closes his eyes.

(Y/N) Asano, her image appears

Same as ever. Nothing different. Not at all.

(Is what Karma is telling himself, and it’s true. But his future self will never anticipate the magnetic pull, the backflips his heart makes, the butterflies in his stomach.)

“Ugh, today was so annoying.” (Y/N) rolls her eyes as she walks down the mountain with Karma. “Seriously, now everyone’s shipping us all because Bitch-sensei made it weird. Honestly. Us? A couple?” (Y/N) laughs.

Karma laughs along. “Yeah, could you imagine?”

Ridiculous, honestly.

“Gakushuu!” calls out (Y/N).

Oh no.

Oh no.

Karma quickly grabs (Y/N)’s arm and hisses in her ear, “(Y/N), why is that bastard here?”

(Y/N) slaps Karma’s arm. “I told him to walk with me. And don’t call my brother a bastard.”

“…” Ah. Karma had forgotten that the two were related.

“…(Y/N), why did you bring Akabane with you?” Asano barely does anything to hide the obvious repulsion in his voice.

“Look.” (Y/N) crosses her arms. “Karma’s gonna be hanging around me a lot more now, so I want you both to get along. So be polite. Both of you.”

“He abandoned you,” Karma points out, his voice rising. “He left you to rot in the rain like a stray do-”

“You don’t know anything about me, or (Y/N).” Asano’s eyes flash with anger. “So, I suggest you kindly shut your trap-”

“Let’s just go.” (Y/N) begins to walk the way to her home. “Try to keep up.”

The two boys exchange one last glare, before following (Y/N).

(Y/N) walks much faster than them, and thus, she is now several feet ahead of the two, and safely out of earshot, allowing the boys to argue.

“Let me make one thing clear, Akabane,” says Asano, glaring. “If you intend to hang around my sister, I will not make it easy for you.”

Karma smirks. “Well, I like a good challenge anyway~”

“My sister is not a challenge,” Asano spits. “She’s a person, with fee–”

“What’s that I hear about me?”

You know what Karma said before about being safely out of earshot?

He takes it back.

Does she have super-hearing?

“Can you two not spend two minutes in the same place without fighting?” (Y/N) sighs. “You both are like toddlers, honestly. Well, Karma, you��re on your own now, since we’ve reached our destination. And I’m never walking with the both of you again.”

“I told you,” say Karma and Asano in unison.

(Y/N) laughs a little. “Well, see you tomorrow, Karma.”

“Why did you forgive him?”

“He’s my brother,” answers (Y/N) nonchalantly as they walk up the mountain together.

“He still abandoned you,” Karma points out indignantly. “Are you really gonna make it that easy?”

“…there’s stuff,” mutters (Y/N). “Hard to explain. But he cares about me. And I care about him.”

“…If that’s what you say…”

Maehara asks (Y/N) The Question on a warm, sunny day, while they are all outside.

“Hey (Y/N), how are you so smart?”

“…” She frowns. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Well, I always figured that cheerleaders were supposed to be…dumb?” Maehara laughs awkwardly. “I mean, that’s how it is, right?”

“…Hollywood,” (Y/N) sighs. “There isn’t a single thing it hasn’t managed to fuck up.”

She brings out her phone, and quickly selects a playlist. Upbeat, fast music begins to play.

“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the show! We’re reaching for the top, and we’ll never fall below!”

(Y/N) then does a series of backflips so fast that Karma’s sight begins to blur, and then does some different jumps that makes her audience hold their breath, seemingly defying gravity.

A show indeed.

The music stops, and (Y/N) bows down to her audience, and Karma, along with a bunch of others, claps hard.

“Does that answer your question?” asks (Y/N), looking straight at Maehara. “…Yeah, it does.”

“People think cheerleading is easy,” (Y/N) tells Karma, later. “And as you can tell, they’re wrong.” She smiles. “My dad first told me that cheerleading was a stupid career choice, and I would be better off investing my time somewhere else. And now today, my cheerleading team has won every competition they’ve taken part in.” She laughs. “Not going to lie, I did a great job.”

“How humble.”

“Oh, shut it, strawberry.” (Y/N) playfully pushes him. “But let that be a lesson: if you work hard enough, nothing can bring you down.”

Thoughts.

That’s all they were.

Silly little thoughts that would pop into Karma’s head annoyingly from time to time, easy to brush off, easy to ignore.

But thoughts will turn into feelings, and feelings are a part of who you are.

The day (Y/N) truly becomes a part of Karma is burned into Karma’s brain.

Today is burned into Karma’s brain.

There are 365 days in a year, and listing out what happened in all of those days would frankly be ridiculous and time consuming, so maybe it would be best to pick out what stands out the most in Karma’s mind…

…

THE FIELD TRIP

…

At this point in time, E-class is in their trip to Kyoto, and this particular moment is the long awaited ‘gossip time…’

“Sounds like a party in here,” Karma remarks as he walks into the room, holding a cup of tea.

“Karma, great timing,” says Isogai. “Which of the girls in our class do you like?”

“…” Karma pays no attention to the paper handed to him, saying the first name that comes to mind: “I believe I’ll have to go with Okuda.”

“Bullshit!” groans Okajima, unsatisfied with Karma’s answer. “Everyone and their grandmothers know you have the hots for (Y/N)!”

“That isn’t true,” says Karma as casually as possibly.

“Bullshit liar, bullshit liar, bullshit liar!” Maehara jeers.

Karma knows opportunity when he sees it, and in this case, he sees it when Koro-sensei peers into the room with a pink, blushing face, noting something down in a notebook.

“Maybe you should be more worried about him.” Karma points at his poor victim.

Almost immediately, the room dissolves into chaos, everyone sans Karma and Nagisa drawing their knives and going after their target.

Karma simply sips at his tea, smiling and revelling in the chaos.

He steps outside to see all boys and girls attacking Koro-sensei, said teacher dodging their attacks at Mach 20, and Karma leans casually leaning against the wall.

“Hey Karma, don’t tell me he spied on you guys too,” says (Y/N) from beside him, looking at the destruction. Karma jumps a little; he hadn’t noticed her.

“Alright, I won’t.”

“Jesus.” (Y/N) rolls her eyes. “I see you aren’t attacking him.”

“Got nothing to hide,” says Karma (lying; he’s very good at it). “And I could say the same about you. You have no secrets either, huh.”

“…heh…” (Y/N) looks right at Karma and smirks. “Nah. I’m just very good at keeping secrets.”

(Karma wonders if drinking insecticide will kill the butterflies in his stomach.)

…

THE CAVE

…

Now, obviously there’s the island incident. The 3-E students got poisoned, Nagisa beat up Takoka, blah, blah, blah.

No one gives a shit about that, so let’s move onto Koro-sensei’s infamous matchmaking scheme (on of many to come): The haunted cave.

Karma and (Y/N) both walk through the cave, the candle Karma’s holding lighting their way. “How much do you bet this is some stupid matchmaking scheme?” says (Y/N), sounding exasperated.

“My firstborn child,” Karma jokes.

“Thought so.” (Y/N) sighs. “That octopus is never gonna give up.”

“Never gonna let you down, never gonna-”

“Shut it.”

They walk in a comfortable silence for a while, before (Y/N) asks another question. Well, it’s less of a question, and more of a statement.

“You’re afraid of Nagisa, aren’t you?”

Karma stiffens. She’s good. “What do you mean? Me, scared of Nagisa?”

“Don’t bullshit me, Karma,” sniffs (Y/N). “You looked scared to death back there with that battle with Takaoka.”

“…you got me there, Princess,” admits Karma.

“Can’t blame you there. He was pretty scary back there.”

“I know, right? And he’s like a mouse most of the time, who’da thunk that he’d have turned out like…like that!” Karma laughs bitterly. “Just goes to show that things you’re the least afraid of are the most dangerous…”

“Everything’s dangerous, Karma,” points out (Y/N). “I mean, I’m dangerous too.”

“Yeah, yeah. You’re strong, I know that.”

“It’s not about who can beat you up, Karma. People can ruin you without even laying a hand on you.” (Y/N) narrows her eyes. “All it really takes is a few well-placed rumours and a few leaked secrets to make the world burn.” She sighs. “It’s the mistake a lot of people make, really. It’s so easy to forget. In today’s world, violence will only get you so far. It’s about how well you can mess with people.”

“…you seem to know a lot about messing with people, Princess,” Karma notes.

“Heh.” (Y/N) smirks. “And what are you going to do about that?”

“You shevil.”

“Thank you, darling,” she drawls in response, grinning.

Oh shit, it’s the butterflies again.

Perhaps you have a good picture of their friendship now. Strong, passionate…

The news hits Karma like a truck.

“What do you mean, you’re going back to Main?” Karma demands.

“I just got the letter.” (Y/N) doesn’t make eye contact with Karma, she instead looks down at her feet.  “I’m going back, Karma. Today’s my last day in E-class.”

“So, you’re just going to abandon us?” spat Karma. “You’re going to abandon me?”

The look on her face is like a knife straight through his heart.

“I…I’m not abandoning you.” Her voice is soft. “You all are really precious to me…you’re precious to me, Karma.”

“Then why?” Karma’s voice cracks. “I thought you cared about this. I thought you cared about the assassination. I thought those moments we had actually meant something to you-”

“They do! They mean everything to me! Things are complicated, Karma. I can’t stay…”

“Then prove it.” Karma’s voice is cold. “Prove to me that you aren’t lying, Princess.”

Karma didn’t know what he expected.

A hug? A tear-filled confession of friendship?

But he certainly didn’t expect (Y/N) pulling him in for a kiss.

Karma is a smart person, but he thinks, in this very moment, this is how it feels to be dumb. This is how it feels to have your head empty.

No thoughts, just (Y/N).

He kisses back.

“…” There are a few precious seconds of silence, after (Y/N) stops kissing Karma. “I…” (Y/N) takes a breath. “I’ll be in the cheer club after schools.”

She turns around and begins walking away, and Karma’s brain screams at him to say something, anything, but as you would have it, he stood there, voice gone.

What a shevil she is.

Stealing Karma’s heart and running away the second she kisses him.

Well, Karma supposes he’ll have to steal her heart as well, just to get even~

The Cheer Club, she said.

That’s in the sports hall, isn’t it?

She’ll be happy to see him, right?

Right?

The door is already open, so Karma peeks in, to see…

(Y/N) is on the floor, sobbing uncontrollably. Karma has never seen her in such a vulnerable state before, and it almost feels like he’s peeking in on something private, not meant for his eyes.

(Y/N) shakes someone’s body, tears streaming down her face. “Aiko? Wake up! You need to wake up!” Around her, many more bodies are scattered, and Karma realises with a jolt that they belong to girls. Actual girls.

“They were weak.”

Ah.

The Principal.

He looms above (Y/N), looking down on her disapprovingly as she cries. “You allowed yourself to become weak, and in the process, you made them weak,” he tells her. It feels like they’re in the middle of a conversation. “While you were in E-class, their performance declined, bit by bit, until I had to…step in.”

“They weren’t ready,” (Y/N) chokes out. “They couldn’t take it. You killed them!”

“Now, now, you shouldn’t exaggerate so. There are a few broken bones here and there, but they’ll come out of this stronger. You’ll come out of this stronger.” The smile on his face is truly terrifying.

Just when Karma thinks that this possibly can’t get any worse, (Y/N) looks at him, glances at him from the corner of his eyes, and mouths, go.

By god Karma wants to stay.

But he doesn’t know anything.

So he goes.

An ambulance comes afterwards, and (Y/N) and Karma help carry (Y/N)’s Main Campus friends to the ambulance beds.

And when all is said and done, she collapses into Karma’s arms and cries.

…

THE NEXT DAY

…

“…So…” They sit together on a bench in a park. Karma licks a cone of strawberry ice-cream aimlessly. “Complicated?”

“Yeah.” (Y/N) sighs. “We’re not your standard textbook dysfunctional family, Karma. We’re functionally dysfunctional, if that makes sense.” She leans into him a little, resting her weary bones. “He’s more of a teacher than a father.” Karma can sense the obvious hurt in that last sentence. “Living with him is like walking on eggshells. I always feel like a disappointment, always feel like I’m weak…”

“Well, then, the solutions obvious, then isn’t it?” says Karma. “Live with me.”

“…huh?”

“Live with me.” Karma grins. “And bring your asshole brother along with you while you’re at it. Let’s really piss him off.”

“…” A wide grin slowly appears on (Y/N)’s face. “You genius! I could just kiss you right now!”

“Then do it.” Karma leans forward, closer to (Y/N). “I dare you.”

“…bastard.”

And so, she takes the dare, and there’s no one in the world except for them.

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[corrodedcoughin]

Listen. Listen. I need more swimmer Steve. I'm not a sports person but I need this. I need more jock Steve. I'm not American so forgive the details but.

One day, Steve, Robin, and Eddie all leave Hawkins together. Nancy's already gone off to take the journalism world by storm. Jon and Argyle are taking it easy, traveling, having a good time. And the kids are still in school.

Robin goes to college studying linguistics, and Steve goes with her on a swimming scholarship. Eddie doesn't know what he wants to do but he wants to be with his friends, and he doesn't want to be in Hawkins anymore. It's a plus that bigger cities have bigger metal scenes. Maybe he can convince Gareth and Jeff to come with him and see if they can really make something of Corroded Coffin.

Steve finds he actually kind of likes college. The swim team. It's different when you decide to go there willingly, with other people who also want to be there. And the swim team. He fucking loves it. He didn't realise how much he missed swimming, being on a team of actually nice fucking dudes who care about the sport. And they're good. But the kicker? So is Steve.

And he didn't really realise it until now. He knew he liked swimming, he knew his coach back in Hawkins likes him, he knew he got made co-captain. But a part of him started to wonder if people complimented him because he was popular and mean. If he got made captain because his dad was rich and influential. But here at college no one knows who King Steve is. No one can see his hair under his swim cap. He's just Steve, a good fucking swimmer.

He comes back from practice to his and Robin's apartment smelling of chlorine and his fruity shampoo, duffelbag slung over his shoulder. His wardrobe is slowly filling with more swim team shirts, hoodies, a professional track suit for meets. And so Robin and Eddie slowly steal his old Hawkins Swim Team shirts, wearing the soft worn cotton as pajamas.

Eddie isn't in college, doesn't want to be, but doesn't mind being dragged to the occasional college party. He got a job at a small hole in the wall music store, and has started up Corroded Coffin in the apartment he shares with Gareth and Jeff. (He stays over with Steve and Robin as often as he can).

Robin is acing her classes, is in Band, and has befriended a small group of other queer women. And you just know on swimming meet or competition days Robin is going to support Steve with Eddie and maybe some of her queer friends - all of them chanting Harrington. And Steve blushes, he's never really had people support him that much before. Tommy and Carol weren't the type ya know?

But now he has Robin, his best friend, love of his platonic life. He spots her wearing his old Hawkins Swim Team Captain sweatshirt with his last name on the back, cheering as loud as she can in the stands.

Next to her is Eddie, still dressed as metal as ever, smiling and laughing and happy to be there. Steve locks eyes with him and smiles when Eddie gives him a little wave, trying to ignore the swooping in his gut. He's bi, he's out, he knows what a crush feels like. He knows he's falling for Eddie but it would ruin him if he confessed to Eddie and got rejected, or they stop being friends or or or. So Steve keeps silent. But maybe he makes sure to stretch and flex his muscles when he knows Eddie's watching.

And Steve's team wins. And they keep winning. He goes to classes and studies with Robin, he goes to Corroded Coffin gigs to watch Eddie (because they're finding their feet in the local metal scene), they go to gay clubs together all 3 of them and walk home at 3am singing at the top of their lungs.

Steve swims laps alone in the dim light of the evening. And Eddie shows up. And they have their first kiss at the side of the pool, reflection of the water reflecting off their faces

Steve and his team make it to the big final competition. And he's nervous as hell. And him and his coach and the whole team agree that they're taking this fucking seriously. So they go for The Big Shave. Going full swimmer and shaving their bodies.

The three of them are all crammed into their tiny bathroom with a trimmer and a pack of razors. Steve shaves his face as normal, a tape playing faintly from the player in the living room. Next is Robin, who teaches Steve how to properly shave his armpits and his legs. Makes a lot of dumb jokes and helps him with the itching. He does a run through with the trimmer, then shaves his legs. Repeats the same with his arms and they help him with the tricky areas. They all agree its fucking weird. Last is the chest hair. The jungle. The one Eddie has been moaning about missing for a solid week. Eddie, who loves to run his fingers through the hair, rest his head on Steve's pecs as they rest in bed together. He gives Steve's chest hair a proper funeral and pretends to cry when Steve is all clean shaven. Robin is so used to Steve walking around the apartment shirtless that she keeps doing double takes whenever she sees him in the corner of her eye.

Competition day arrives, and the kids head up from Hawkins for a weekend in the big city. Chaperoned by Joyce and Hopper? Nancy and Jon and Argyle? idk? And sitting with Robin and Eddie. Steve's never had a crowd that big before. Never had people love and support him like that. He can see El and Will have crafted a sign. Lucas whoops. He knows Dustin's going to be making a joke about his bare chest and how he finally "tamed that jungle" and proceeds to try his hardest to cheer the loudest. And Eddie, his boyfriend, wearing a college swim team shirt underneath his leather jacket, following Steve with his eyes.

Steve and his team win, and he wants nothing more than to run to the stands and kiss Eddie senseless. He's missed him a lot, as Steve's training got more intense. Eddie would stay the night so they could snatch moments of time together but Steve would be awake and showering by 6am to eat and head to the gym. Kissing Eddie as he leaves, smiling fondly at Eddie's sleepy grumbles and mumbles, shuffling into the warmth of where Steve lay. But now he's here and swimming is over for the competitive season and Steve can relax. Take Eddie out on a date. Actually sleep in for once. Wake up with Eddie wrapped in his arms and then stay in bed until Eddie wakes up himself, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes and snuggling into Steve's now bare chest.

I have so much to say and no words to say it with. AAAHHHHHH!!!!!! Robin and her queer friends carving out a corner to support Steve from! Whenever there’s a home meet everyone knows not to go to ‘those’ seats because Robin and Eddie could just stare with sad hopeless helpless eyes until the intruder leaves

Eddie mourning the chest hair!!! EXACTLY!!!! He writes an ‘in memoriam’ to Steve’s chest hair, frames it and places it next to Steve’s bed. He has another framed picture but its a drawing of Steve’s hairy chest by Eddie with the quote ‘do it for her’ underneath it. Steve doesn’t know if it’s a motivational prompt for himself or for Eddie and her too scared to ask

Robin getting really into checking out the other teams and seeing what dirt she can dig up so that she can make the competition feel a little less daunting for Steve. She always cheers loudly and obnoxiously and Steve adores her for it

Eddie coming to check in on Steve late night, he’s in the pool but he should be resting, should be at home. Eddie arrived to Steve and robins place only for Robin to announce ‘your boyfriend who isn’t your boyfriend isn’t here. Tell him I’ve made pasta when you see him. Oh and that you are in love with him, thanks so much’ Robin ends the sentence with a wide eyed teeth clenching smile and Eddie walks out the door.

Eddie finds Steve, sitting on the side of the pool, goggles tossed by the edge. Steve looks up and has as good as permanent indentations around his eyes and across his nose. His chest is heaving, hair and body wet. He’s a mess, he’s also the most beautiful person eddie has ever seen and it takes all his strength not to blurt it out. Maybe not tonight, maybe not ever, not if it means he might lose Steve. Eddie doesn’t think anything is worth that.

Steve being bullied into the edge of the booth as his hawkins family take him out for dinner. His heart is full knowing the most important people in his life are here to watch him do something he genuinely enjoys. They aren’t ridiculing him, they want to know about him, they want him to know they care.

#AAAAA all of your message is perfection!!! #PERFECTION!!! #very sorry for the late reply!!!!! hugely sorry!!! #once again you’ve sent me art in word form #I hope to god one day I’ll be half as good as you #steddie #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #ask

[readerhead]

Invisible string

summary: what happens when you’re in love with your friend? Would something happen? Would there be a perfect occasion? What if you two were predestined?

pairing: Stiles Stilinski x reader (I wrote this thinking of a female reader but I think there isn't any word that imply it)

warnings: some drinking? It’s actually just fluff

word count: 2.7k

a/n: first of all, English isn’t my first language so sorry beforehand if there's any mistake. I obviously did this while I was procrastinating because I thought there are not many Stiles x reader fanfics that are not long series (I think I read all of the ao3 ones) so here I am to contribute and hopefully encourage people to do more because I need them to live. Hope you enjoy it <3

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I remember very clearly the day all started, years ago. You were in Beacon Hills, your hometown, right after the accident. You were in the hospital waiting for news from your parents when you saw the lovely nurse you met before. She was kneeling, trying to calm a kid your age. You walked over there and tried to help.

"Oh, hi sweetheart! This is Stiles. He's having a hard moment, I'll go with you when I finish." the boy stopped crying and opened his eyes, he was met by your comforting smile. He sniffed a little while you introduced yourself.

"Why are you sad?"

"My m-mom, she's very sick."

"I'm sorry to hear that. My parents are here, too. Maybe we could cheer each other. I-If you like of course." your chubby little cheeks turning rosy.

"Sure. That'll be awesome." his eyes were a lot less watery than before.

You too spend all the evening talking and distracting each others from your cruel reality. You really wanted to stay here forever and not confront your life or emotions. But forever seemed like a joke for you after that afternoon and the sweet nurse was coming to you with your aunt. You were sure that meant no good so you took the scarce time with the boy to say goodbye.

"I think they are coming for me, so I've got to go."

"But we were having a great moment." he pouted a little and you couldn't help but smile at him.

"Here." you handed him your bracelet made of gemstones. "If you ever feel panicked again this would help you." The boy looked at the clear and black crystals confused. "The dark ones are obsidian and the other is quartz, my granny told me they would keep away bad energies and attract good ones."

"Thank you very much." He was genuinely happy because, even if it worked or not, he had something to remember you.

"I'll never forget you." as you said this your aunt touched your shoulder and told you that you're going with her. You heard him say something under his breath but you didn't understand it.

Less than an hour later your parents had passed away in the hospital due to the injuries of the car accident. You had to move to the big city with your aunt. Years passed and your aunt found a better job offer in Beacon Hills. That and the delicate health of your grandma made you move back there.

You found yourself being friends with the popular girls of the school which was really strange to you, but they were nice. You also befriend one of his exes, Scott. You didn't want to make them uncomfortable but after a couple of months and some weird shit happening, all of you ended up in the same friend group. You learned that the supernatural existed and you thought the craziest thing that would happen to you here was when you started having a crush on one of your friends.

You lived near Scott, so you went to his house before Stiles picked you two up to the costume party in Lydia's house. You were greeted by his mom, you haven't met her in the couple months knowing him because you only went there a couple of times and she was working.

"Hi, sweetheart! I'm Melissa, you must be Scott's friend." you were paralyzed.

"Y-You-u." your face lost all its color.

"Are you alright?" she asked, reaching for you in case you passed out. You gulped and recovered yourself. When she saw you better she let you in and went for a glass of water.

"I'm sorry. It’s just... You were the nurse that calmed me years ago, the day my parents died."

"Oh, I'm so sorry." she gave you an apologetical look, probably because of the trauma dumping and she not being able to remember you.

"Don't be. It doesn't affect me that much after all these years." she gave you an understanding smile. "I don't know if you remember but there was a boy there with me, his mother was sick. I always wondered what happened to him." In that exact moment Scott entered the kitchen, greeting you.

"Wow, your costume is really cool!"

"You don't know who I am, don't you?"

"Not a single idea, but it's still great."

"Thank you. I'm Padme by the way." you saw his confused look. "From Star Wars?" his face lightened up.

"No chance dude! Stiles is going as one character too!" you blushed, maybe it wasn't a couple one but you'll be matching costumes with the guy you liked.

"They're made for each other." Melissa said in a tone you barely heard because a honk overlapped it.

"That's him, we should get going." Scott made his way to the door while you turned to face his mother.

"I promise I'll tell you about the boy, now go and have fun!" you just met her again but it seemed as if you have known her a long time. You made your way out entering the jeep, not registering the boy at your side until he talked.

"W-Whoa. You're amazingly dressed as Padme." you frowned and turned to look at Stiles. First you notice his eyes wide and lips parted. Then you inspected his costume realizing.

"And you're going a-as Anakin." you surely looked like those cartoons with their eyes out because of the shock.

"What am I missing? Are you guys going like an accidental couple costume or something?" he said laughing but you both faced the windshield with your almost crimson cheeks not laughing at his joke too and he realized.

"No way! You are!" you made yourself little in your seat while you still heard Scott chuckling in the back. Stiles started the engine and his knuckles were white on the steering wheel.

The way was a little uncomfortable, but between their talking, your silence and the music, your desires of drowning stopped. Just when Stiles parked you undid your seatbelt and opened the door.

"See you guys, I'm going to look for Ally and Lyds!" you almost ran until you found them.

"Girls red code!" you said a little too loud when you found them.

"Werewolves?" Allyson asked.

"Oh. No, no. I clearly should've not used those words."

"What is it then?"

"Isn't obvious?" the redhead interfered grinning. "Is a boy red code."

"Did Stiles finally kissed you and you did something stupid like run to us?"

"What? No! He doesn't like me. And why do you think I would mess that up?" that offensive supposition made you almost forget about the matter.

"And I'm black haired. Now go on." she said, rolling her eyes.

"StilesandIareaccidentallydressedasacouplecostume." you took a deep breath after that.

"Oh that." Lydia nudged Allyson.

"What? You knew?"

"I don't know what you're talking about, but I know you've been here long enough to take a shot and there's not even a drop of alcohol in you." you knew they knew something, but you needed that shot.

"Okay, I'll go to the kitchen but we'll talk about it." you went there and took a couple of shots before pouring a drink.

"Hey." you almost poured the cup when you heard his voice.

"Hi." you stopped your actions and took the filled plastic cup in your hand.

"What a coincidence this outfit choice."

"Yeah." you looked over the responsibles of it, even if you didn't know how.

"I mean if you're uncomfortable I have another costume in my house. I can go and change." you saw him looking at the floor and your heart skipped a beat.

"No! I mean, I don't have any issue at all."

"Thank goodness." He looked back at you. "When you ran away from Roscoe I thought you didn't wanna see me all night."

"It was just... Unexpected, but it's kinda nice." you saw the dimple you love appearing in his cheek.

"You look really badass in the Geonosis battle's outfit" he took a step closer.

"You don't look bad yourself, Skywalker" you slightly tugged his dark robe as if you were stretching it. You two were inches apart, your cup long lost on the countertop. He smelled heavenly and his warmth made you lean closer. You could swear he was also inching closer.

"You know, we should do a Star Wars marathon." he pulled apart scratching his nape.

"Yeah, totally." you couldn't help the disappointment slipping between your lips while you gazed at your cup. "You know, this was a lovely chat but I think the girls are waiting for me."

You took your drink and surrounded him, making your way out. You searched for any of your friends until you found someone. Not exactly who you had thought of, but the only one who wasn't inside the house. You sat at Scott's side on the wicker couch near the pool.

"How's it going little pupdawan?"

"You know only Stiles gets those jokes, right?"

"Right. But I was worrying about my friend, so tell me why you're here all alone."

"Nothing, just music sometimes gets too loud when you have super hearing."

"That makes sense."

"And what are you doing here? I doubt you were looking for me."

"Well, I could be!" your mouth opened by the offense.

"Of course, but it's a party. You usually are too drunk to remember anyone." you smacked his shoulder.

"I guess today I'm sober enough." you looked at your drink between your hands and he followed your eyes.

"You don't look in the mood. Is this because of Stiles?" your gaze returned to him, now confused.

"What?"

"I'm a werewolf, I have a pretty good hearing."

"You didn't have to eavesdrop!"

"I didn't want to, is like when you have the TV as noise but they say something that catches your attention." you nodded. "And I also can hear your heartbeat and smell some emotions."

"I guess it's difficult to have some secrets with supernatural friends. So I'm assuming Isaac also knows." It was his turn to nod. "So everyone in the pack knows." you put your head in your hand.

"Except him."

"Except him." your eyes went to the party inside.

"Maybe you should tell him."

"Scott, you're his best friend, you should know that's not gonna work. He's in love with Lydia. He sees me as a friend. That's just giving me false hopes. Like before, I was in the kitchen and he came and I thought he was going to kiss me but he backed out. He probably-"

"He almost kissed you?" he cut off your rambling.

"That's what I'm trying to tell you! He didn't want to kiss me. If he wanted he would have."

"You know what? Wait here." you were confused as you saw him enter the party.

Scott was taking his time so you rested your head on the back of the couch, staring at the stars. You heard the noise of the door closing and supposed it was him until you heard a tapping in the glass. You looked over and saw Scott at the other side of the glass and a very familiar back, knocking the pane.

"Stiles?" he turned around to face you.

"Hey."

"What are you doing here? Why isn't Scott coming?"

"He might have locked us out."

"Why-?" you cut yourself when you realized his not so subtle plan. "Oh my gosh. I'm sorry, this is my fault. I'm going to kill him."

"How could this be your fault? In any case it is mine."

"What? No, I was talking to him about an issue and he decided to handle it on his own."

"Am I the issue? I thought you were cool with the costumes."

"It's not that, it's just... Wait, why do you think this is your fault?"

"I... Uh... He wants me to confront a situation."

"Since we're stuck outside I guess I'm the one you have to confront."

"Kind of."

"So how do you feel, Sti?"

"What do you mean how do I feel?" he looked really nervous.

"I mean that if you have to confront someone is because you're feeling somehow about them, perhaps you're mad at me?"

"What? No, I don't think I could ever get mad at you."

"Then what is it? Did I make something that bothered you?"

"No."

"You don't like something about me? Do I breathe too loudly? I chew too noisily? I laugh too hard?"

"No. No. No. Please stop!" he took your shoulders.

"Is it my rambli-" you were cut again, but this time you didn't mind interruption because he was kissing you.

Stiles was kissing you. After the initial shock you relaxed and let both of your lips melt as if they were one. You thought them fusing would be the sweetest sentence. His hands gently took your face, deepening the kiss, and yours found their perfect spot in his chest. Then both of you slowly pulled away.

"So you had to discuss with me about kisses?"  you had the biggest smile which brightened more when you saw his upside-down one.

"I actually wanted to discuss which day you can come over for that marathon. As a date, of course." you touched your lip as if you were thinking while your heart felt like it was on a race.

"How about tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow sounds perfect." and he pecked you.

You were thrilled when you woke up that morning, you were going to have your first date with Stiles. He told you he would go to pick you up, but he needed to pass over Scott's for something his mom made, so you decided to meet there.

"Hey Melissa! Is Stiles here already?"

"Yes, Scott is with him in the kitchen helping him to put the tupperwares in a bag." when you both went there, she called your name.

"Do you want to know what happened to that boy?"

"Oh, yeah. I always worried about how he would be."

"Why don't you ask him?"

"Do you have his number or address or something?"

"What are you talking about?" Stiles' curiosity intervened in your conversation.

"A boy I met when I used to live here. Right when my parents had the accident, he was in the hospital because of his mother's illness and I like to think we bonded. Melissa knows him so I asked about him."

"Wait, you gave him a bracelet?" you were beyond confused.

"Yes, it was made of quartz and-"

"Obsidian." he finished for you.

"How do you-" that's when it clicked to you. "It was you?"

"Yes, he was." Melissa interrupted this time.

"That explains why your name was so familiar!" you always thought you had heard his name before even being so rare, you just couldn't pinpoint where. You two headed out to the jeep to enjoy your date

"So you still got it?" he looked sad when you asked him.

"I wish. It broke the night we went to the forest and Scott was bitten. When we went the day after that I only found some of the crystals."

"I'm sorry, maybe we could do another one. I'm guessing it protected you since all of the supernatural started after." you smiled at him.

"Are you sure you didn't give me something made of rose quartz?"

"It was clear quartz. Do you even know what giving rose quartz means?" you were going to chuckle when he replied.

"Yes, that's why I'm asking." you really were shocked, that was the crystal for love and attraction, he was openly admitting his feelings to you. "That day after I met you, I did some research on crystals." he confessed a little awkwardly, clearly a little embarrassed.

"Wow. That's really sweet, Sti." you kissed his cheek. "So I guess there's nothing I can show you, little padawan."

You two made the way to his home talking about random things and the day before, you even told him the part where you met Scott outside, he laughed at your joke and your heart tightened at the sound.

I love my job, being able to bring two soulmates together, as you two. Making the opportunities happen, like the fact that you two went to the same hospital, you going back to Beacon Hills or even you two choosing the matching costumes. Maybe putting Lydia and Scott in his first full moon was a little far-fetched, but it was worth it. Some people call me Destiny or shorten it to Fate, others say I'm a red thread or even a golden invisible string, but it doesn't matter who I am, the only important thing is you two finally being with each other.

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a/n: I almost forgot to mention that this was inspired Taylor Swift’s song ‘Invisible string’ :)

#stiles stilinski x reader #stiles x reader #stiles stilinski fluff #stiles stilinski x you #stiles stilinski #stiles stilinski fanfic #stiles x you #teen wolf #stiles fluff

[korn-dogz]

do you think you could write a fluff wes borland x fem reader, maybe like where the band finally convinces him to ask you out and its really sweet? pretty please and thank you !!

This is actually the cutest fucking idea ever

Wes Borland x fem! Reader

WARNINGS: nothing, just fluff

Summary: the band finally convinces Wes to ask you out!

“Cmon Wes! You’ve been crushing on her for years now! Just ask her out man” Fred hits Wes’s arm playfully. Although Wes had no problem flirting with women in the past, he seems to be nervous around you, you were different…

“What if she doesn’t like me man? She probably sees me as a brother” Wes pouts and slouches on his seat. Wes starts to think about all the things that could go wrong if he asked you out, he always had an excuse to not tell you how he really felt. “I’ve watched you two dance around each other for 2 years now, ask her out or I’ll tell her” lethal says crossing his arm, he wasn’t serious but he just wanted Wes to finally do something with you. “Get her flowers! Girls love flowers” Fred says, he was the most popular in the group so he would know. After much more convincing Wes finally gives in to them “fine! I’ll ask her out tomorrow!” The whole band went wild and cheering for Wes. In his mind he was panicking *I can’t believe I agreed to this* he thought.

The whole night Wes couldn’t stop thinking about you. The way you talked, the way you laughed, the way you always told him how well he did after a show. He was head over heels. That night he planned out his confession, he was gonna walk up to you and ask you out on a date! He was gonna bring you your favourite flowers and look his best self!

In the morning, Wes woke up with the thought of his confession in his mind. He ate breakfast thinking about it, although the others thought it was no big deal, this was the biggest deal to him. He quickly went to a flower shop and bought a small bouquet of flowers. He fiddled with the flowers in his hand as he practiced the conversation in his mind. Finally, he gained his confidence and made his way over to you

His heart was racing in his chest but he promised his band he would do it, and just like they promised, they were watching in the sidelines

Wes approached you nervously, you noticed him before he could tap you on the shoulder

“Hey Wes! Good morning, how is everything?” You say, happy to see one of your best friends. He on the other hand was nervous, he put one of his hands in his pocket to stop you from seeing that he was shaking. “Hey y/n… um… I wanted to ask you something” wes chuckled trying to play it cool

“Sure, what’s up?” You say, you were expecting him to ask you to get him an energy drink from the gas station or get him a cigarette from the bus

“So… do you want to go on a date with me?” Wes made it short and sweet, making sure to get his point across. He noticed how your eyes lit up and you smiled widely “I would love to!"

Wes was shocked that you actually accepted him, he was expecting you to turn him down, but this was better then anything. “Really? You want to go on a date with me” you nod “of course, I’ve actually liked you for a really long time now” you chuckle and blush at little. Wes smiles at you, he’s genuinely happy that you accepted his confession. “Oh right!” He forgot about the flowers he had gotten you “these are for you… I know their your favourite” he shyly smiles and hands you the flowers

You take them and admire how beautiful they are “thank you wes, these are gorgeous” you smile at him and you can tell how nervous he really was. “I’m glad you like them.. so hey, I’ll pick you up at 6?” He says “sounds like a plan” you wave goodbye to him and you walk off

When you’re out of sight the band jumps out from the sidelines to congratulate him “you did it man!! I told you she likes you!!” Fred says ruffling Wes’s hair “you two would look great together!” John laughs and pats him on the back. In the end everyone was happy that you felt the same way

#limp bizkit #wes borland #wes borland x reader #limp bizkit fanfic #fred durst #this was so cute i actually love it thank you for the ask!!

[nctsplug02]

hi may i request something?? basically mr and mrs jeong are invited to this fancy dinner but mrs jeong got jealous of this one girl because the girl and mr jeong were really chatting it up so mrs jeong just left 😭

THANK YOU!! ❤️

[7:54pm]

genre: fluff, kind of angst and suggestive

warnings: butt touching, mrs jeong get jealous, flirting, mentions of ex-girlfriend, mentions of perverted men, fingering, kissing, dirty talking, dick touching and car sex

you and jaehyun were billionaires.

you and him both owned multiple companies and buildings.

since you and him were very big and popular, you and him were constantly invited to parties, events, birthday parties, fancy eat out dinners— which was the case now.

jaehyuns high school girlfriend owns a company and today, they hit their five year anniversary of being somewhat successful. it shocked you when receiving an invitation from her for you and jaehyun to come to her dinner party.

being polite; you and jaehyun show up.

once there, there were groups of people just talking and soft music playing in the back until it stops.

tap. tap.

someone clears their throat and starts speaking into the mic. “hello, hello.” jaehyun tightens his grip on your waist as you both turn to the stage.

his ex was in a beautiful tight sequenced red dress. it had a slit on both sides of long legs and it was a floor length dress. her hair was parted to the right and the left side was clipped back with a beautiful ruby clip. her heals sparkled in red gems. her dark wine lipstick matted down on her plumped lips.

“wow,” you say with admire in your tone.

“hello, everyone. thank you for all those who could make it. tonight is gonna be a great night, especially with everyone looking amazing!” everyone cheers as yun-mi praises them.

as the cheers and claps quiet down, she giggles into the mic and tucks her hair back. “tonight’s night is based on my companies fifth year anniversary!” they cheer and clap again. “i couldn’t have done this without all my amazing workers! you all have done such an amazing job! thank you to everyone who helped build our amazing company. so, everyone, let’s head to the dinner tables and let’s begin our feasting! i want everyone to have a great night tonight and i want everyone to eat well!” everyone cheers and claps while she heads off stage.

you look up at jaehyun who had a slight smile on his face.

had she cause that smile to be on his face?

you look down with a weird feeling in your chest.

“let’s go find our seats, yeah?” he suggests and you nod. you and jaehyun walk around until yun-mi calls you both over.

“jaehyun! mrs jeong! your guys seats are here.” there were assigned seatings and you were assigned to sit across from jaehyun— while she, was sat next to jaehyun.

and you were sat next to her perverted husband.

“main courses are coming.” yun-mi announces and fixes her hair. as the waiters and waitresses come around, delivering the plates of food. jaehyun and yun-mi were quick to converse.

you picked at your food that sat on your plate. “are you gonna eat your mashed potatoes?” you side-eye the man who was still munching on his food. “oh, no im not.” you scoot your plate to him and he takes it without hesitation.

you sigh, looking forward to see your husband laughing and cackling with yun-mi as they crack jokes together and as they catch up.

you suck in your cheeks as she leans towards him and touches his arm while biting her lip and giving him her siren eyes.

you catch a glance at a waiter who carried a tray of shot glasses and margaritas. you sit up and hold your hand up. “excuse me— i, thank you.” you softly laugh while taking off two shot glasses and two margaritas.

you look forward to see jaehyun still laughing at yun-mi’s jokes but staring down your drinks. you roll your eyes, picking up a shot glass and downing it. jaehyuns eyes follow as you take the shot with nothing but a sour face afterwards. he bites his lips and raises an eyebrow.

after two more glasses of margaritas, jaehyun and yun-mi were still talking and laughing together.

you let out a deep sigh and you slam your hands on the table, pushing your chair back and standing up. your action catches jaehyun and yun-mi’s attention.

“sorry, sorry,” you stumble, laughing at yourself. “this is, this is my song.” you point to the ceiling as a groovy music plays.

everyone gathers on the dance floor and you stare jaehyun down after looking back at the dance floor. your lip twitches into a smirk as you push yourself off the table and strut towards the dance floor.

“i’ll be..” jaehyun sees old perverted men stare at your ass as you strut pass their tables and stands up. “i’ll be back.” he fixes his blazer and chases after you.

he finds you through the crowded crowd and pulls you when seeing you swaying your hips and running your fingers through your hair.

“cmon,” you fix yourself and you see jaehyun. “no.” you state firmly, yanking your hand from his hold. “y/n, no. we’re gonna go home.” you push him when he tries to grab your hand away. “i said no. go back and talk to.. i forgot her name. wasn’t it.. lucy? no, maybe— i don’t care! just go talk to her.” people started to stare but you could care less.

you knew how you felt.

anger.

jealousy.

he sighs and grabs you by the waist. he tosses you over his shoulder and holds your dress down as your dress slides up a bit. “jae, put me down!” he smiles and nods at people who stare.

you huff and cross your arms, allowing him to carry you outside to the car. “i wanna be put down, jae.” you say firmly. “you can be put down in the car.” you roll your eyes and hear him unlock the car. “you can be put down in the car. let’s go home,” you mimic his voice in a whiney tone. “oh, shut up.” you finish, scoffing.

he opens the passenger side and plops you in your seat. “put your seatbelt on, baby.” you sit up straight with your arms still crossed. “baby,” you continue to ignore him. “alright, fine.” he sighs and slides the seatbelt over your abdomen and crossed arms.

he gets in on his side and drives off. “would you like to talk this out in the car or at home?” he asks and you continue to stare out the window. “y/n,” you don’t like his stern voice. “answer me, baby.”

“no, i won’t talk to you.” he smiles a bit at your stubbornness.

“and why won’t you talk to me?” you cross your legs.

“because you flirted with yun-mi in front of me and didn’t talk to me the whole time we had dinner. therefore, i won’t talk to you.”

his smile grows at your last sentence. “how did i flirt with her?”

you inhale through your nose. “you let her touch your arm, your thighs and your hands. you made jokes with her and you kept leaning on her when you guys were laughing. i had to sit with her husband and watch as my husband flirted with his ex-girlfriend. i’m so mad at you. i won’t talk to you. ever again.” he wants to laugh at the sentence you constantly repeat.

“baby,” he reaches over and places a hand on your thigh but you push his hand off. “no, thank you.” you say.

you gasp when he swerves to the side of the road. “jaehyun, what the hell are you doing?!” you sit up in your seat. arms uncrossed. legs uncrossed.

he shuts the engine off and unbuckles himself, he pushes his chair back and reclines it back just a bit. he looks at you and pats his lap.

“what.” you shrug.

“come sit.” he pats his lap again.

“no.” you deadpan and cross your arms again before plopping yourself in your seat.

he sighs and sits up. your face is turned to him. “i said come sit.” his hold on your jaw is firm— your lips are squished together.

when he lets go of your jaw, you process his tone, his words. you press your lips together before getting up and climbing over and sitting on his lap. your dress riding up your thighs.

“don’t look down, look at me.” you huff and bring your eyes up to his. “i’m sorry for making you upset. i didn’t realize that i made you upset and that i flirted with.. yun-mi. i’m sorry.” you chew the inside of your cheek.

he cups your face and presses his lips on yours. “forgive me?” you blew your cheeks until they create little bubbles. “maybe.” he kisses your lips again. “forgive me, now?” you look to the side. “i don’t know.” you shrug and he softly laughs.

he holds your hips and pulls you into a hug. “i don’t forgive you.” you whisper into his neck. “yeah? i know what’ll make you forgive me.” he rolls up your dress and pushes your panties to the side.

“jae,” you whine when he brushes his fingers against your clit. “don’t tease me, right now!” you squeeze his neck and he slides his fingers right into you.

you gasp, pushing your hips down. “oh, jae.” you moan, bouncing your hips softly.

jaehyun kisses your neck and thrusts his fingers while you moan and whine. you moan a bit louder when he yanks your dress too down. the straps snapping at his strength.

“does it feel good, baby?” you nod, whining and grinding your hips. he uses his other hand and uses it to squeeze your ass.

“y—yeah.. but,” but? “i want your.. dick..” you admit shyly and he sighs. “you’re being greedy.” he slowly pulls his fingers out of you, making you whine like a bitch in heat. “you’re gonna take what i give you, got it?” you nod. “say it.” you whimper as his fingers tease your hole. “i—i understand.” he slips his fingers in again making you whine.

you moan and jerk forward as he delivers a spank on your ass. “cmon, baby. ride my fingers.” he takes your breast into his mouth and stares up at you as you whine and bite your lip.

he rubs your clit and that sets you off. your legs quiver and your stomach hitches. “oh, my god. oh, my god.” you gasp repeatedly. your feet flies up and hits the wheel.

“keep going, baby.” you shake your head. “cumming— i’m cumming!” you cry out.

his fingers rubbing your clit and thrusting into your pussy. your arousal drips onto the seat and jaehyun groans, biting his lip with a satisfied grin on his lips.

you yank his hair as you cum all around his fingers. your eyes roll to the back of your skull and your body twitches at his touch.

he pulls his fingers out and stares at them before using them to spank your pussy. “h—hey!” you hiss and yell at the second slap he delivered. “y—you’re mean!” you whine, pulling away from him and pushing his body.

he laughs at heaves. “am i forgiven?” you squint and sigh. “possibly.. i’d prefer your.. dick.” you say rubbing his bulge that stayed hard under you. “oh, you’re spoiled and greedy.” he shakes his head.

“shut up,” you roll your eyes and plop yourself back into your seat. “i’m tired.” you reach down and you slide your panties off, tossing it in the back while jaehyuns eyes follow.

“ready to go home and see our baby girl?” you nod with a smile until it drops. “and our babysitter, jen.” you add and jaehyun tilts his head side to side. “screw her.” he starts the engine and swerves back onto the road.

#ash talks #nct smut #nctsplug02 #nct scenarios #kpop imagines #kpop smut #kpop fluff #nct 127 #anon #nct imagines #jung jaehyun imagines #nct jaehyun #jaehyun fluff #jeong jaehyun fluff #jaehyun angst #jaehyun smut #nct dilf #nct dad au #jen the babysitter

[wwinterwitch]

eddie’s friends (eddie munson x fem!reader)

summary: you get to meet a few of eddie's best friends after a basketball game

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader (also including robin, steve and nancy but it’s all platonic)

word count: 1,859

warnings/what to expect: non-canon complaint (everyone already know eddie and are friends with him), popular/loser trope, literally y'all being one big happy family, romantic and platonic fluff, everyone is happy (as they should be)

a/n: idk where i was going with this. i wrote this after vol. 2 just to feel something and i've finally decided to post it. it’s just my own little therapy now that we’re not getting more content of the fruity four so i hope y’all enjoy this <3

a reblog and/or comment is always appreciated

masterlist | AO3

"Dude, no way," Steve says in complete disbelief. "There's no way that is your girlfriend."

"Don't sound so surprised," Eddie replies sarcastically, giving his friend a look.

"I don't think Steve meant it like that," Nancy joined the conversation in an attempt to make things better after Steve's comment. "It's just...it's hard to believe since you two look so different."

That was very much true. He was the typical metal head who looks mean and intimidating, while you always seemed to have a smile of your face and seemed to be one of the nicest people to have ever existed. And you are head cheerleader, which means he's really not the type of person you hang around with.

But things changed that one day when a teacher decided you two should do a work project together. You weren't fond of the idea of having to spend time with Eddie Munson at first, and he was definitely not excited to spend his time with one of the popular kids.

Much to yours and Eddie's surprise, you two had so much chemistry and connected almost instantly. He would say the most random thing that wouldn't fail to make you laugh, and you were so adorable it made his heart melt.

You remember he first asked you out on a date the last time you two hang out in the library to finish the project, and you obviously accepted. More dates came after that before he asked you to be officially his girlfriend. You two have been together even since.

"Yeah, well...opposites do attract I guess," was his response, failing to hide the smile appearing on his face. "I honestly still have no idea how we even end up together."

"You and me both," Steve muttered, still very much in disbelief. Nancy subtly nudged him and gave him a warning look. "But– but I'm so happy for you, man! Really, great news."

"Thank you, Wheeler," Eddie leaned across Steve as he thanked her, evidently noticing her latest gesture. "Look, Steve, not my fault you still can't manage to date a girl longer than a weekend. Some of us do get girlfriends."

Nancy laughed at Eddie's comment, covering her mouth in an attempt to hide her smile as she looked ahead at the group of cheerleaders getting ready for their routine. Steve didn't argue back, knowing his friend was only telling the truth. Besides, he was an asshole just now so he totally deserved it.

The group noticed you finished talking with your friends and immediately scanned the crowd in hopes to spot Eddie. As soon as you did, your eyes light up as you wave at him, a gesture he immediately replied. You knew he hated basketball games, but he made the effort just to see you and be there with you.

The game was about to start, so you and the rest of the cheerleaders begin your routine to hype everyone up before the players joined everyone at the gym. Nancy looked at Eddie just in time to see him beginning to clap and cheer you on, and she immediately smiled to herself. She has never seen her friend this happy. Like, genuinely happy. Not just pretending to always be on a good mood ready to throw a fun little comment here and there, but actually feeling like life was good because he had you by his side.

Robin, who was standing with the band just a few rows below them, turned back to look at them and pointed at you excitedly, almost as if she saw a celebrity, already being able to identify you as Eddie's new girlfriend. She gave Eddie a thumbs up in sign of approval before turning back and wait for their moment to join in with the music.

..

After the game, you tried to be as quick as possible to get all your stuff ready to walk outside the school to meet Eddie. He said he would be waiting for you by the parking lot, already giving you the heads up that he wanted you to finally meet his friends.

It was weird to you at first that his group of best friends, aside from all the people that conform the Hellfire Club, were none other that Steve Harrington, Nancy Wheeler and Robin Buckley. This quartet has to be the most random combination of people you could ever create, and yet they were important enough for Eddie to want you to meet them and introduce you as his girlfriend.

You can't deny you were a little bit nervous, because you've never spoken to any of them. You kinda knew Robin because she's in school with you, but you've never interacted with Nancy and Steve. Like, at all. And since they are your boyfriend's best friends, you really wanted them to like you.

"Hi, sorry it took me so long, guys!" you quickly excused yourself, flashing a smile to the entire group in front of you. "It's nice to finally meet you all!" you added excitedly, leaning into Eddie when he wrapped an arm around you.

"Hi! I don't know if you've seen me around school...probably not– uh, you probably had absolutely no idea I existed until today," Robin was the first one to talk, obviously her own brain failing her as she once again found herself talking way too fast.

"No, no. Of course I know who you are," you replied. "I've seen you when you guys practice at the gym before the games," you replied. "And I think we have almost every class together."

"Holy shit, really? You actually know who I am?"

"Robin," Eddie warned. Robin quickly figured out that was her queue to stop talking.

You chuckled at what just happened, "You guys were great today, by the way."

"Whoa, I...uh, thanks!" she replied, genuinely surprised by how nice you actually are, which immediately made the group understand a little better why you're dating Eddie. "And the cheers were awesome, as always. You guys are just...fantastic, really."

"Thanks. I did today's routine so it's really nice to know you liked it."

"That's amazing, it was really good!" Nancy said this time, extending out her hand for you. "I'm Nancy."

"Oh, I already know all of your names," you confessed a bit shyly, shaking her hand.

"It's nice to finally meet you. Eddie talks a lot about you," she added.

"He does?" you asked, looking up at Eddie with a grin while he avoided to look at you to spare himself from getting teased by you.

"I'm not sure about the a lot part..."

"You won't shut up about her, dude," Steve cuts him off. "Guy's nuts about you."

"Really? Because he said he just told you that we were dating."

"Well, then he was clearly lying because it was the three of us that helped him build the courage to ask you on a date."

"Can we talk about something else?" Eddie intervened, clearly embarrassed.

"You and me have to continue this conversation some other day," you said to Steve.

"Sure, I'm always available to piss him off."

"Are you her friend or mine?"

Steve gave him a look, grinning before replying, "Honesty I like her better already." Eddie and Steve laughed at their little exchange, but before any of you could say anything else another cheer walked outside the school.

"Ah, there you are!" she said directly at you. "We're at the gym about to take a photo with the basketball team for the yearbook!"

"Okay, I'll be right there," you quickly told her before she politely smiled to the group you were with before walking back inside. You turned to look at Eddie immediately, "I'm sorry."

"It's fine, go," he quickly reassured you. "Your duties as head cheerleader call," he added sarcastically, making you chuckle.

"Stop doing that!" you replied. He always made fun of you for your status at school, which you found hilarious because the two of you disliked the whole idea that being popular suddenly made you better than other people. As if high school means anything after you graduate. "I'm really sorry, guys."

"Don't worry, we should go find the kids to take them home anyway," Steve said, looking around him in hope to find at least one of those little devils.

"I don't think we're all gonna fit in your car, though," Nancy commented.

"Yeah, but Eddie can drop some of them off, right?" Steve asked, to which Eddie replied with a nod. "Great. In that case Robin, Nance, Mike and Lucas go with me. Dustin and Max go with you."

"Got it," Eddie nodded after his instruction.

"I'll be back soon," you said to him, since he was also giving you a ride home and you didn't want him and those two kids waiting for you for too long. "And again, it's been great meeting you guys. We should hang out sometime."

"Totally!" Robin agreed. "I think we're all free this Friday."

"Yeah, Friday sounds great," Nancy also agreed.

"I'll see you on Friday, then," you smiled at the three of them, giving Eddie a quick kiss on the cheek before heading back to the school's doors. "I'll be back as soon as possible!"

With that said, you rushed back inside the school to head to the gym for the photo. When you were gone, Eddie looked at his friends to see what they thought. "So?"

"She's great, man," Steve was the first one to answer. "Totally not what I was expecting. She's nicer than I thought."

"Yeah, me too," agreed Robin shortly after. "I have to admit I was terrified of her at first, but she's very nice! If you ever break up with her I'm going to hate you forever."

"Believe me, I don't plan to do that."

"I'm happy you found someone, Eddie," Nancy said this time. "You look genuinely happy around her and you truly deserve to have someone that cares so much about you."

"Aw, don't get all soppy on me, Wheeler," he teased, thought appreciated his friend's words, pulling her in for a hug.

"A thank you would've been better," she commented with a smile, returning the hug.

"Oh, oh!" Robin exclaimed. "This never happen between us! We never hug. Does this mean we can hug?"

"Nope. Just us," Eddie quickly clarified, pulling away from Nancy shortly after.

"Ah, don't be like that, Munson!" Steve said, immediately wrapping his arms around his friend so he wouldn't escape. Eddie tried to push him back, but there was nothing he can do when Robin joined the hug too, making it impossible for him to set himself free.

"Yay, we're hugging!" Robin says with obvious excitement. "Join us, Nance!"

Nancy rolled her eyes, but joined them anyway, sharing a group hug that only lasted a few seconds. As soon as they were backing down, Eddie took a step away from them, as if he didn't enjoy hugging his three best friends (truth is, he did).

"Hey, weirdos!" they heard Dustin calling out for them, all of the kids standing outside of Steve's car. "Can we go now?"

Steve, Nancy and Robin walked towards them. Lucas was there with them, which meant all of you were done with the yearbook photo. Just as that thought was crossing Eddie's mind, he noticed you walked out of the school again, walking over him to grab his hand.

"Henderson, Red!" he called, both Dustin and Max turning around to look at him. "I'm driving you home, let's go!"

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson x female reader #robin buckley #steve harrington #nancy wheeler #stranger things #fruity four x reader #fruity four #stranger things x reader #stranger things fic #eddie munson fic

[touyatakeover]

‘japan's sweetheart and her special someone.’

dabi x female pro hero reader

japan's new number one hero has been in a very serious relationship with someone for quite some time now. but no one knows that... except her and that “someone.” and who could have ever guessed that that “someone” is supposed to be her worst enemy?

word count: 5.5k words

—warnings and things: hawks appearance (just friends lolz), slight angst (dabi is insecure), arguing for just a second, secret relationship, established relationship, dynamic can be a bit strained (due to the hero/villian thing) but don’t worry y’all are very much in love, he really likes to call you pretty (among other nicknames), teasing, dabi is called "touya" a couple times, reader is referred to as “you” instead of “she,” choking, a lotttt of praise, sub!reader, soft dom!dabi, fingering, cunnilingus, overstimulation, (semi??)public sex, unprotected sex, creampie, cursing/swearing.

if i'm missing some, let me know!

i have a dabi infestation, in my brain. he won’t go away. physically cannot stop thinking about that weirdo.

ok here we go

☆ ☆ ☆

a bright smile rested upon your face after you and one other hero took down yet another villian. you looked at the crowd of citizens (that had gathered around the scene seemingly out of no where) before you, cheering you on, screaming your hero name, applauding for you. this part of your job made you feel warm inside. the sight of the people, young and old, big and small, holding so much adoration for you.

you were like a superstar in the hero world, soaring up the ranks at an insane rate. you had just passed endeavor a little under two months ago, making you japan’s brand new number one hero. and unlike endeavor, everyone seemed to love you, even your competitors. not just for your quirk, or your physical strength, but your mental prowess, how quick and creatively you were able to think on your feet, and (the most popular reason) for your personality. you presented as japan’s new sweetheart, mature, well put-together, with a heart of gold (that was especially loved by the country’s children).

you retained a down-to-earth character, despite your strength and the constant praise you received. with the amount compliments you’d hear about yourself, people would expect it to all go to your head. but, you were perfect, in the mind’s of the country’s civilians anyway.

“beautiful job, as always, number one!” you hear the pro hero hawks say from behind you with a smile, followed by a hand on your shoulder. even hawks couldn’t dislike you, even though you had surpassed both him and his idol endeavor in the hero rankings.

you giggle at your friend’s compliment, “thank you, hawks. it was nothing, really! besides, you helped me a ton!”

the blonde scoffs. “oh please, you practically did it all without me!”

the two of you share a high-five, and your conversation is interrupted by a small group of five elementary school children running up to you and hawks.

“hiii!” one of the girls of the group, who appears to be the leader, says. then, they start talking to you all at the same time, saying things like “you both are so cool!!” and “i wan’ be just like you when i grow up!” and “may i take a picture to show my mommy?” among other things.

you stand with your knees bent and hands on your knees to get at their eye level and listened to them carefully, nodding, and smiling, and signing things for them, and taking pictures, and smiling some more.

after signing what you thought was the last of the merch from the children, all of them except one goes to talk to hawks. you noticed, though, the last one of the kids from the group still standing in front of you, looking at her feet, shy to meet your gaze.

you kneel down fully and start softly, “hello, sweetie. what’s your name?”

“m-my… um… my name is… akemi,” the adorable young girl says just over a whisper. she plays with her fingers to ease her nerves as her favorite hero stands over her.

“my gosh, what a pretty name! it suits you.”

“h-how, miss?” she says, wanting to look up at you, but feeling too shy to do so.

“akemi; the kanji means bright beauty. a wonderful name for such a wonderful girl.”

“you think i’m wonderful?!” she finally looks up at you, her expression much brighter, and eyes sparkling. her words are clear and have fully lost their stutter. she’s beaming. she’s bright and beautiful, as her name suggests.

“of course, lovely. i can tell you are.”

your voice is genuine, but for some reason, she looks down at her shoes once more and her voice is back down to a whisper.

“my mommy and daddy… th-they think that my quirk isn’t good enough to be a hero. to be… like you. so, miss, h-how can you think i’m… wonderful?”

you frown a little and you feel your heart sink. she’s just a little girl, and yet her parents are already discouraging her?

you know someone, who’s parents didn’t really believe in him growing up. his hero, his father, constantly discouraging him, crushing his dreams. and you’ve seen the results of that lack of support.

“akemi, i’m gonna tell you a secret, mkay?” you begin.

she nods. “‘kay.”

“my quirk used to give me problems when i was your age, too. i just had to learn how to use it to it’s full potential.”

“n-no way!” her sparkling eyes are back on you. they have a gorgeous blue hue, like the sea. just like that certain someone you know.

“yes way! you’re still young, your quirk must’ve just manifested a little while ago. you, my dear, still have so much time to achieve your dream.”

“but… wh-what if i can’t?”

“i know you can. i know you’ll be an even better hero than me, i can feel it.” you lift your hands and hold the both of her small ones gently.

the girl cracks a smile.

“better than you?!” akemi questions. she thinks that’s impossible to be better than ‘the best hero ever!’.

“so much better than me.”

suddenly the girl traps you in a hug. so cute, you could cry.

she thanks you, and hands you a picture she seemingly ripped out of a magazine of her favorite hero to sign.

when you stand up, she reads the words you added to her picture, right below your autograph:

— to the bright and beautiful akemi, our future number one hero. <3

she grins and gives her thanks yet another time before running off to join the rest of her friends, with an added confidence she didn’t have before.

your heart is full of warmth, watching the girl hold the picture near her heart, hugging it as she walked away.

the group of civilians begin to disperse, after the police show up and take the villian you had conquered to jail.

hawks gathers up with you again, chuckling.

“kids. they’re adorable.”

“they really really are.”

while excitedly engaging in small talk, the smart watch you wear on your right wrist makes a ding! sound.

it’s connected to your cell phone and receives the same text messages and calls that your phone does. you see you’ve received a message from… that certain blue-eyed someone that has the contact name my love on the screen.

‘what a cute display. looks like u made that little girl’s day.’

he’s watching you, from somewhere. he’s waiting for you. as usual. well that’s what you thought. until your watch dings again three times in a row.

‘if you’ve started looking for me already, i’ve already left.’

‘meet u on the roof of ur house.’

‘excited to see you, pretty girl. come to me. quickly.’

“ooo, gotta go keigo! the sun is about to go down soon and i’ve got stuff to do at home!” you half-lie, careful with using his real name until just about everyone’s gone.

“alright, y/n, don’t forget we’re doing karaoke with mirko on sunday!”

for a second you wondered how you ever agreed to that. you weren’t the best singer, but karaoke with your friends sounded fun. a good way to relax from hero work.

“i didn’t forget!! who do you think i am? i’ll see you sunday!” you yell out with a little wave as he ascends slowly into the sky, flapping his wings, preparing to take off.

when hawks is finally gone, you make your way home quickly, thanking god your house isn’t at all far from where you are.

you excitedly stroll down the streets, watching your home get closer and closer. when you arrive home, you don’t even take off your tattered hero costume and make your way up to your roof.

and there, you see it. your certain someone.

him.

he’s laying down on top of a blanket that he's placed over the flat surface of the roof, in wait for you, playing with the small blue flames dancing on his fingertips. a toothy smile creeps up on his features as he hears you approaching him.

“hey, pretty lady.”

he greets you, standing up while extinguishing his flames in an instant and reaching his arms out for you.

you happily wrap your arms around him, inhaling the smell of his smoky and musky cologne.

“hi, you stalker,” you say into his chest even though this is a common occurrence. when he’s not busy he likes to meet up with you in places neither of you can be seen since you’re both one another’s dirty little secrets.

you can feel the laugh he lets out vibrating against his chest.

“‘m not a stalker. just wanted to see what the number one hero was up to, just like everyone else.”

you roll your eyes and separate from your hug, looking him in the eyes as he continues to speak.

“you came just in time to watch the sunset with me, baby.” he sits back down on the blanket, takes off his jacket, and pats the spot next to him. “sit down, pretty.”

and so you sit. you lay your head on his shoulder and look at the sunset. gorgeous shades of orange and yellow paint the sky as the giant ball of heat prepares to sleep through the night. the two of you enjoy the view of the day’s transition into nighttime, exchanging small words here and there.

“i wonder what kind of spell you put on me to make me keep meeting up with you like this, instead of just killing you. you got some secret second quirk or something?” he smirks at the circumstances.

you offered him a small smile in return, looking over at him. "nope... not to my knowledge. but... maybe that would explain why everyone likes me so much. even you."

when the two of you had first crossed paths nearly two years ago, it was when he was sent on a mission to assassinate you. at the time you were (and still are) considered the league of villains' biggest threat. you were climbing up the ranks quickly, as the announcement that you were the 4th highest ranked hero of that year had just came out. the league just had to make sure they eliminated you, so they sent dabi. and he thought it would be an easy, one-and-done, sort of thing; fully prepared to kill you.

but... when you had looked menacingly into his eyes after slamming him down into the cold pavement of the alleyway that he had tried to ambush you in... he started to understand your... appeal.

everyone loves you after all, now including him.

since that day, even though he couldn't admit it to himself at first, he was awestruck by you, despite your initial dislike for him. but your sour attitude didn't deter him.

after a few more "attempts to eliminate you" that he purposefully failed, a forbidden relationship of polar opposites began to bloom.

whenever you had to fight the league of villains, you always mysteriously turned out to be unharmed, especially when you went toe-to-toe with the arsonist himself. naturally, shigaraki eventually began to question him on how you keep miraculously slipping through the league's fingers, and dabi was always quick to come up with thorough lies to deter his own friends from the truth.

to this day, because of those lies, they have yet to find out he's been warning you before every "surprise" attack the villains were planning.

and now, here you are. together. even though you really shouldn't be. watching the sun's descent on the roof of your home.

you were so relaxed beside a villian?, eyes closing as the sun almost completely disappeared. he couldn't help but stare at your face, thoughts running through his mind.

“y/n, baby?”

you hum in response.

“do you… really believe that girl you spoke to will be a hero one day? better than you?”

“if she truly wants to do that, then i believe she has the potential to do so,” you answer seriously, eyes opening and landing on the man beside you, noticing he was already peering over at you.

“ha, answered just like a perfect little hero,” is what he says, resting one of his hands on your face.

“oh, shut up,” you whisper, shuffling closer to him. you press your lips against his and he closes his eyes. he loves to kiss you. he loves the way you taste like sweet spearmint gum, due to your habit of chewing gum all the time.

you notice his tight grip on you was tightening even more, so you break the kiss and ask him “what’s wrong, baby?”

he doesn’t wanna admit it, that his cold heart warms up whenever he sees you interact with children that look up to you.

but when it also leads him down a train of thought that makes him frown. he wonders if one day he could give you children, since you like them so much. he grimaces at how he probably wouldn’t be able to be around and raise them with you, because of the fact he’s a villain.

he. is. a. villian. he’s always known that, but those words hold more weight now since he’s been dating you. you don’t deserve a villian. you deserve someone as sweet and pure as you are.

he could have been that. could have. he could’ve been a functioning part of society, just like the rest of his family, if only they payed attention to him. you managed to pay attention to a random girl on the street, and change her outlook on her life through a single conversation, and yet his own flesh and blood couldn't do that for him when he was a child. and now, he's this. burnt and battered and broken. damaged goods, even though you deserve the best there is to offer. you deserve so much better than him.

he doesn’t want to admit those things to you. he doesn't really want to feel vulnerable.

but, when his eyes meet yours, he can’t resist sharing a piece of his thoughts.

“was a cute kid you talked to earlier. the way you spoke to her it was… i don’t know," he trails off. he has a hard time expressing emotions like this at times, but he continues to try, for you. "you’re always so encouraging. you’re… a sweet girl. man, i don’t know i just… wish i knew someone like you growing up. maybe i wouldn’t have turned out… like this.”

you give him a look of bewilderment, not expecting him to pour out his heart. and really not expecting his last sentence.

“turn out like what, dabi?”

“turn out… like dabi.”

if someone just looked at him then… the way you look at him now, like his existence actually means something, he wouldn’t have ever become dabi.

he could’ve been kind like you. someone who helps people, not an evil-doer who hurts them.

he could’ve stayed touya, the dreamer. or been touya the hero, or touya the teacher, or touya the singer, or touya the artist, or touya the athlete.

but instead of all of those potential forms of touya, he is the worst possible option: dabi the murderer, dabi the arsonist, dabi the terrorist, dabi the wicked evil heartless villain. he is dabi.

“you tur—“

he groans before you can even get the sentence out of your mouth. his arms are now crossed against his chest.

“come on, y/n, don’t give me that shit. wouldn’t you rather be with a clean-cut guy that isn’t a criminal?”

“baby, please.”

he keeps going, despite your plea. he knows you don’t like when he talks like this, but these thoughts have been swimming in his mind more than usual ever since you became number one.

“wouldn’t you want a little hero, just like you? a little goody-two-shoes who can walk in the street with you, and hold your hands in public, and kiss you in front of people, and meet your family, and take pictures in your little hero magazine photoshoots with you, and take you to those restaurants you like?! give you the things you fucking deserve?!!”

he lists off things at the speed of rapid fire, his voice getting louder as he goes on.

“no. no the hell i wouldn’t.” the words leave your lips firmly.

he grabs your shoulders now and holds them tightly, but not tight enough to cause you any pain.

“don’t you ever lie to me like that again. you cannot tell me you wouldn’t pick a guy like that over someone like me; some sick homicidal asshole who has to meet up with you in fucking alleyways?!!”

you can hear his voice breaking. his words are coming out strained while he bites back the bloody tears that want to escape from his eyes. the sorrowful tone of his voice upsets you. naturally, you don't like it when he's sad, especially when it's due to his far-from-true insecurities.

“i am not lying to you! i don’t care about any of that shit! the thing i care about the most is you. it’s always gonna be you. i love my job, i love being a hero, but i’d leave it all behind. i would leave all this shit, if it meant i could be happy with you. i could never love anything or anyone else in the way that i love you, not even being number one. i tell you that all the time and i mean that.”

he knows you mean that. he knows every word you speak is truth from the bottom of your heart and it makes his head hurt. he is not worthy of this affection. why would you give up everything for him when he's nothing?

“you sound ridiculous, y/n! 'm a fuckin' sinner and you're... an angel.”

“it’s you that sounds ridiculous. we are opposites. but opposites attract, don’t they? and i fell in love with you just the way you are right now. no one could possibly make me feel the way you make me feel. i didn’t fall in love with a hero, or a 'goody-two-shoes,' or some other guy you think would be better for me. i fell in love with you."

he can't argue with that, and he can't argue with the way you look at him with so much devotion in your eyes. the adoration emitting from your gaze overwhelms him, and he looks away.

he's silent now. so you continue.

"so you think i'm an angel," you grab his face with your right hand to make him look at you. "but i'm your angel, aren't i?"

his eyes dilate when your words hit his eardrums. your voice, velvety and smooth and sugary sweet, feels like it just wrapped around his body and encased him in a hug. you always know just what to say. his eyes search yours and his mind fills up with nothing but the same three words over and over again:

i love you. i love you. i love you. i love you. i love you. i love you.

he loves you and you love him. and that's all that matters.

his lips part to let out a shaky exhale, "yeah." followed by a shaky inhale, then yet another shaky exhale, before he whispers, "my angel."

the space between the two of you becomes non-existent when he brushes his lips against yours. he groans into the kiss, yearning to feel more of you, all of you.

the kiss turns from small pecks to slow, deep, sensual open-mouthed kisses, with the both you aching for the other.

he grabs your frame and brings you into his lap. your hands rest on either side of his face, physically demanding that he comes closer to you.

“hah, are you gonna conquer me too, little hero? like you did with that villain from earlier?” he whispers against your lips. the feeling of his breath against your lips makes your body tingle under his touch.

“mmyeah? that’s what you want? but i thought the villian was supposed to try and take down the hero?” your thumbs stroke his cheeks, back and forth against the textured skin. through your eyelashes you look at him with a sly smile.

“i have a track record of not being very good when it comes to taking you down. but, if that's what you want, i’ll gladly take you down, hero. in more ways than one.”

your lips meet one another’s again, this time with much more force and fervor. his hands are all over your body, stroking and grabbing at different parts under your tight hero costume. he swirls his tongue around your own, pulling a moan from your mouth.

a gasp leaves you when he snakes a hand up your body and wraps his fingers around your neck. you both know he has no intention of hurting you, not in the slightest, but the mere threat of danger makes you feel warm in the pit of your stomach. and, you don't even realize it makes you start rolling your hips on top of his.

your breaths are heavy as you stare at each other wordlessly, the air other of becoming filled with tension and the sounds of both of you panting.

"look at you, my pretty lady," he coos. you can feel him start to make his hand around your neck warmer and warmer, hotter and hotter. it doesn't burn, doesn't hurt, but he... has the power to make it hurt. and you can't quite figure out why that turns you on. but it does. it really, really does. you grind against him a little rougher.

"do you know the way you're fuckin' lookin' at me right now? it's not how a hero is supposed to be lookin' at someone like me. look like you wanna devour me, baby. or... do you want me to devour you? i can't quite tell." he keeps his words to a whisper, knowing the sound of his own voice makes you crazy.

you only let out a breathless sound, not really knowing the answer to that question yourself.

"dabi, are... are we really gonna do this? here? now?"

"no one will see us, number one. the sun is down now. 's just you 'nd me." and he was right. the sun had finally completed its full descent, with its friend, the moon, making its appearance in the now black sky. the stars reflecting off of your lovedrunk eyes is what pushed him to keep teasing you.

"c'mon sweet girl. do you want me?"

you mewl and give him a slow nod, paired with a "mmhmm."

once, then twice, then three times does dabi deliver quick smooches to your lips, strongly resisting the urge to stick his tongue into your mouth.

"tell me, y/n. tell me you want me."

and just like that, nothing else matters. not the fact you were on the roof on your home, not that you were a hero with a reputation to uphold, not that you were allowing a villain to have control over you like this while you sat in his lap. no, not anything at all.

right now you were no longer the number one hero, no longer the new symbol of peace, no longer japan's sweetheart, no longer the girl that everyone likes. you were just... you. y/n. dabi's girl.

"i want you. touya, i need you. please."

it's not very often when you say that word to refer to him, but when you do, he melts inside.

suddenly dabi moves one hand to the small of your back and another hand to your torso to brace you as he pushes you down onto the fluffy blanket below you both. his body towers over yours while his head dips down to groan "love you"s and "need you too"s and "my baby"s into your mouth.

after pulling his own shirt above his head, dabi practically rips your hero costume off your body, which you would normally curse him for, but don't, since it was already tattered from the day you'd had.

he wastes no time rubbing his hands on your inner thighs, savoring the feeling of your soft skin against his rough hands for just a second. his hands grabbed at your panties, taking them off from around your hips.

"so fuckin' pretty."

the pads of his fingertips glide up and down the folds of your puffy pussy. and his expression becomes almost crazed when the sound of you finally moaning for him hits his ears. your toes curl and your eyes snap shut when his fingers rotate around your clit, hips jolting at the stimulation.

"no, no no no, look at me pretty. eyes on me, yeah?"

a long, loud high-pitched whine escapes from your throat when he puts more pressure on you. then, you slowly peel your eyes open.

"aww, there she is. there's my girl."

and when your eyes fully open again, you have to fight back the want to shut them again at the view above you. dabi's eyes look almost glazed over and his lips are parted, holding back his own little noises from just looking at you. he is completely entranced, absolutely nothing could take his blue eyes off yours.

not breaking eye contact, you don't even notice he's about to bring the middle and ring fingers from his other hand inside of you.

"baby!!!" you cry out, both of his hands now working on you at the same time. you almost forget you're outside, where your neighbors may or may not be able to hear you. but your neighbors don't seem to matter too much when your back arches up off of the fabric below you as your hips begin to instinctually grind against his hands.

through his daze he starts sputtering words to tease you while curling his fingers up to push on the bundle of nerves that made you cry out again.

"imagine the fuckin' look on your sweet little citizens' faces if they knew you run home just to break so easily on a villains fingers."

"wonder how your little hero friends would react if they knew i had you creaming on the roof of your own house."

"hah, if only they knew japan's sweetheart isn't as sweet as they think she is."

your hands claw at his arms and he smiles down at you at how your muscles involuntarily clench around his fingers, the threat of your dirty little secret being found out making your body feel hot. you want to look away out of embarrassment, but you can't. your eyes can't look anywhere else but at the man above you.

set on hearing you whine even more, he takes one of his hands from your clit and replaces it with his lips, tongue flicking your clit up and down, and round and round. he hums against you in delight when you squeal,

"mmmgo-god, touya!!! feels too--! 's too much!!"

you're breathless despite your constant gasping underneath him. your hips can't decide if they want to chase the feeling of his mouth on you or if they want to buck away from the overstimulation. his rhythm of his tongue on your clit and fingers inside you start to get faster, making you start to tremble. you grasp your lover's dyed black hair, calling out his name, as you fall apart completely under his touch. you were gushing, squirting on his tongue with him happily licking you up and telling you how you 'taste so good, baby.'

when you're finally able to catch your breath, you mindlessly reach for his belt and start to unbuckle it, readying yourself to suck him off, but he stops you.

"always such a sweet girl. don't worry about me right now." he tells you, and you don't protest because you were really starting to crave the feeling of something longer than his fingers inside of you.

dabi quickly discards the clothes on his bottom half, revealing his hard and leaking cock that you couldn't help but stare at. you watched as the precum that had accumulated at his tip began to leak all the way down to his base; he was oh so eager to be inside you. and so were you.

"my eyes are up here, baby." he smirked when you rolled your eyes. "come on, hold on to me."

his heart was pounding against his ribcage at the sensation of the bare skin of your arms and legs wrapping around his multi-textured body. he's reeling at the feeling of the softness of your breasts, pressed up against his chest. he takes a second to look at you before pushing himself inside you with an unstable exhale. his eyes rolled into the back of his head as soon as he made contact with the warm wetness of your cunt and the feeling of you sucking him in deeper and deeper and deeper.

"fuck! take me so fucking well, my gorgeous fuckin' girl."

he starts to give you shallow thrusts, biting his lip, hips slapping against yours. your nails found their way into his shoulder blades, needing him closer than humanly possible.

"m-more! honey-- ohh god-- honey, please! please, my love, please, my baby, pleaseeee! please please please please pleeeease, yes!" you beg into his ear. he moans back at you, his resolve to hold anything back anymore now being completely gone.

he sinks his cock into you as deep as he can go, pulling out loud, broken moans from the both of you.

he began to murmur sweet nothings to you, telling you how good you feel, and how perfect you are, and how you're like his pretty princess. you pressed hot kisses into his shoulder, voice reverberating against his skin.

you lifted your hips slightly to meet his while he fucked you, clawing at him, and he lets out a near-pornographic moan at much more intense the head of his cock felt against your insides.

"shit! o-oh there you go, sweetheart, fuck me back, yeah? you love fucking your man back, don't you? hahhhh, shit!-- give it to me, give it to me baby!" he tells you, and so you do exactly that. you try to focus on meeting your hips with his, letting out moans in time with his thrusts.

"touya, i'm... 'm close... s-so close, honey," you whisper in his ear, your words coming up slow and a bit slurred. and instead of thrusting into you with more vigor he actually slows himself down, hips rolling into yours slow, deep, and deliberate. every roll of his hips tugged cry after cry from you. your nails somehow dig further into his skin, but he doesn't mind. this is a type of pain he actually likes, even if you might have broke through skin and how hard you're grasping him.

"i've got you, my baby. hmmmfuck, i love you. god, the way you're squeezing me... 'm gonna cum, i need to give it to you. you want me to cum in that perfect pretty pussy, hm sweetheart?" he asks, his forehead now pressing against your own.

it's astonishing to you how his hips seem to be moving slower, but the pleasure you feel is building up, and up, and up, more and more.

all you can manage to get out is "god please... please... with me."

knowing your tendency to get loud when you're about to cum on his cock, he kisses you, loving the feeling of your moans being sent into his mouth. your legs press into him when you both cum, whining out for each other. his cum fills you and some drips down the meat of your thighs.

the two of you stay in the same position, breathing each other in under the light of the moon. soon enough, you giggle. "on the roof. never done that one before."

"it's good to try new things, isn't it, little hero?"

you hum in response. "it is. now, that may have been very fun, but i'm not falling asleep out here. you've gotta bring me inside, i don't think i can take myself downstairs."

he gives you a fake surprised look, even though he was already planning on bringing you off the roof anyway. "i have to? why should i?"

you pout at his question, "please? 'm tired."

"just messing with you, pretty. lets go," he murmurs. he puts on his underwear, wraps you up in the blanket and lifts you into his arms.

he leaves your hero costume and his outfit on the roof. you can worry about that in the morning. the only thing that matters is you and him, your secret special someone.

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first ever fanfic on here! it took me a few days to write; hope u enjoyed :0

—— TOUYATAKEOVER! ⭐️

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Jeweled Maiden

chapter 2

You wander around the school for a bit in hopes to find a place to sit during lunch.You find a picnic bench under a tree you decide to sit there.Sitting on the bench you rest your bag near you.Grabbing your book and lunch then setting the book onto the table so you can open the container of your lunch.After setting up your spot you opened and started to nibble on your food as you read.

Your reading didn’t last long when you heard the sound of people coming towards you.Looking up you take notice it’s the cheerleaders from this morning altercation.One of the girls perked up”You don’t mind if we sit here with you?”She asked in such a high tone.You smiled as closed your book before agreeing to the question.The one who asked the question sat next to you the other two male and female sat across from you.

The one sitting next to you introduced the group”I’m Suzie.The brunette is Maggie and our cheer captain is Chen.”You nodded as she continue to speak”So where are you from your like really pretty!”You fiddle with the outfit your wearing as you speak”Well i’m from like a small village I highly doubt you heard of it.This is my first time in Ninjago city.It’s a big culture shock from my quiet small home.”You giggle the last part out.They nodded in agreement about Ninjago city being very loud and chaotic.

Maggie spoke up”So have you found a club to join?”You looked at her questioning.To be completely honest you really hadn’t seeing as it didn’t see so important right at the moment.You shook you head slowly.Chen then added”Well if your looking for a club you can join us.We currently looking for recruits.”You eyes twinkled a little bit thinking this was a good opportunity so you’ll definitely consider it.

The group continued to talk among themselves as you ate.You observed their behaviors as you listened adding your input here and there.As the group was focused on Chen’s babbling you see something in the corner of your eye.It was the other group of kids from this morning.Well almost all of them some where missing.The most noticeable figure was the blonde.He looks familiar the longer you look at him.

As you were in thought you did realize you were starting at him,but the group did.The suddenly went quiet looking to where you were looking.Almost as if they read your mind Maggie spoke up”That Lloyd Garmadon. I’d avoid him if you don’t want to be in constant danger like him and his group.”You turn to face the group there demeanors had changed drastically.You tilted you head in a questioningly manner”Why,what did they do?”

The group looked shocked like you offended there family line.Maggie remarked”Lloyd Garmadon…don’t ring a bell?”You shook you head questioning if you should.Maggie continued”I know you said your from a small village,but you never heard the last name in all your time alive?”You think on the question you really haven’t.You would assume that he was popular,but seeing as his presences brought such hate you doubt it.Though the last name seemed old meaning it could have been here awhile.Your starting to gain a headache trying to figure it out.You sigh out in defeat.

Suzie noticing your internal dilemma she uttered in a whisper”Lloyd is the son of Lord Garmadon.His dad is know for causing destruction every he goes.It almost likes he lives off of evil.”Chen face had flared up and aggressively said”He does!They both do!Matter a fact the whole group does too!Especially that woman who slept with him to create that freak!”He said the words with such venom.You didn’t reply seeing as there would be no point they seemed to have made up there mind.

That’s how most people are though they judge to quickly.Even if they have no room to judge…but you digress.The bell run snapping you out of your thoughts.The group left as they said there goodbyes.You sat a little longer your eye unintentionally moving towards Lloyd and his gang.Though you were startled seeing Lloyd’s eyes staring back at you.He frantically looked away before heading to his class.Blinking you get up to head to your class.

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The sunset sky was peaceful as you walk on the sidewalk.People rushing past you trying to get to there locations and cars rushing past.Ninjago was very busy even as it got closer to night.Your mind was suddenly halted as you nearly passed by a store.You remembered that you didn’t have much groceries for dinner seeing as you just moved in.Change directions to head in to get a couple things for tonight’s dinner.

As you were paying for your groceries that you got you look out the glass doors to see it’s dark out.You thank the cashier before leaving with the items.As you progressed you stayed more vigilant especially near alleyways.In the corner of your eye you see movement.Brushing it off you walk a bit faster,until you were grabbed roughly by the arm.A yelp emits from your mouth at the sudden action,bags hitting the floor.

The person threw you to the floor in the alleyway.As you made impact you scraped your arms and legs while also banging your head.You slightly groan in pain.The figure made a growling noise as it got closer to you.You try to move,but the pain is excruciating.It also wasn’t helpful that your head was bleeding.

Peeking open one eye you see the creature it looked like a shadow monster it body kept changing in a sense.The most promo feature was it eyes it look soulless with white eyes.You flinched away as it’s clawed hands reached out for your throat.At this point you heart was pounding so loud you excepted that this was it,your demise.You hold your breath before hearing screeching.

Quickly your eyes shot up to see a tornado of blue energy.Your shivered a bit seeing as water particles came off landing on your skin.Once the tornado disappeared a figure was left behind no shadowy creature in sight.The figure was in a black and blue gi.The figure spoke up with a feminine voice”You ok?”she asked as she helped you up.You nodded stumbling a bit into her embrace slightly wincing,as you two walked out of the alley way onto the sidewalk where the street lights lit up the area more.

Once you two were in more of a lit up area she did a once over her eyes slightly growing noticing the injuries you had accumulated.”Your badly injured!Umm I don’t think I have anything!”she said in slight frantic tone.You meekly stuttered that your were fine,but she didn’t accept that proceeding to call someone via ear piece asking someone to bring aid to your guesses location.As you two waited she asked so questions”So did you know what thing was?”you shook your head.Your murmured out a response”No this is my first time in Ninjago.I honestly have no clue what that thing was but i’m great full you saved me.I honestly owe you my life.”The ninja bashfully denied your need to pay her stating that it “their job as ninja’s”You giggled a bit at the response.

That was soon short lived by a yelp.The ninja put you behind her thinking it was more danger but a green ninja came out holding a first aid kit.You both sighed out the other ninja just looked confused.He spoke up in a puzzled manner”I got the first aid…y’all good?”The female ninja sighed out a yeah as she grabbed the first aid to open it.She turned her attention towards you before looking at your injuries more closely.She decide it just needed to be cleaned and securely wrapped.As she grabbed the materials the green ninja got closer observing the situation.

He questioned what happened before the female spoke up telling him the recent events.He nodded his head before making eye contact with you asking if you were ok.You nodded your head still maintaining eye contact with him.The blue ninja snapped you two out of your trance as she abruptly got up declaring she done.You seemed a bit shocked at how fast she moved,but then again she probably did this a lot.You thanked her again before realizing your groceries are gone.

You we’re about to sigh at the disappointment before a hand came into your vision holding it your bags.It was the green ninja despite not seeing his face you can tell he was smiling as he awkwardly laughed a bit.You grabbed the bags you thanked them again turning your heel to head home.A hand had gently grabbed your arm causing a small shock in your body by the contact.Your turn your head seeing the green ninja.”Don’t you want me to walk you home it’s probably still not safe and I don’t want you to strain yourself holding your bags”He said in a weak voice.His head slightly turned down.After a slight pause you agreed seeing as your body was sore.

He quickly perked up grabbing the bags from your hand in the process.He turned to the blue ninja saying he’ll meet her at base once he was done.She nodded before a car came up she quickly hopped in and went off.You must have had a surprised look on your face cause the ninja spoke up”She had uh called for her car to come to the location.They tend to be fast cause you know…saving Ninjago constantly hehe.”Your eyes sparkled in much interest”That’s so cool”The green ninja just laughed quietly while rubbing the back of his neck as he walked ahead of you.

You two walked in a comfortable silence that just felt right.There was a nice nightly breeze as y’all progress throughout the city.The city was pretty at night especially the lights.The lights remind you of home that was a distance memory….years away.As you slowly remembered your surroundings you notice you were home.It was a small apartment building that was nuzzled in with the other big buildings.

”This is it.I…um have to thank you and your friend.Her for saving me and you for walking me home when you probably have better things to do”You say as you shuffle your feet.The ninja grabbed you hand putting the bags in it before rebuking what you said”It fine besides it our job to keep the city safe….that includes the people which you are if i’m not mistaken.”You look at him before making a hum sound.You smile before you head into your building.

Once you were in Lloyd sat there for a minute before leaving the building he walked you too with a feeling that he’s meet you before.Or that your aura felt so familiar yet…off?

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The elevator door dinged signaling that it was your hall.You push yourself off of the back of the elevator hands behind your back bags in hand.You walked down the eerie hallway.The halls light barely worked one ore two flickered here and there.You eventually made it to the end of the hall reaching into your shirt you pulled out a chain.On the chain was a house key slipping the key into the lock you open the door.

As you walked in you locked the door behind you.Removing the key then tossing it into a key bowl.You head into the kitchen to set the food into there rightful places before you leave to your room.As you were walking past the living room you see the bandages in the living room mirror.You come to a halt seeing blood seeping through the bandages.With a annoyed sigh you closes your eye for a moment then opening them again.You removed the bandages from your now healed body some pink particles slowly disappearing.As you were doing a once over you noticed the tv was still on.It was the news channel.On the news was a rewind of the news from this morning.

‘Good night Ninjago we still have no updates on the robbery that took places last night.And yes you heard us right a robbery.We gained new intel the exhibit was gems that was found last week.The suspect is still on the loose.The victims have come too.We are being told they had somehow tampered with the truck and coms leaving them stranded.Then proceed to attack.They say the suspect moved with a disturbing amount of grace and they seemed to have abilities.That’s all we got right now.Well keep you updated as we answer the publics concerns’

You stare at the tv a bit longer with eyes that started to darken.Your mouth moving from its blank face to a smirk.The houses electricity started to flicker frantically as a pink glow come from your eyes but also a gem necklace that you pull from out of your shirt.Everything came to an abrupt halt.You quickly left the room heading to bedroom with sudden excitement for what lies ahead.

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Strings

Chapter One: The Offer

Fatin Jadmani x reader

the wilds band au.

I promise it'll get better I just never know how to start stories. BTW all of their songs will be existing songs in the world from a bunch of different artists. I will be making playlists of songs in each chapter.

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Living in L.A there are a lot of bands trying to make it big, get record deals. But The Unsinkables were different, they had an instant draw to them. Talent and charm that couldn't be matched, a stage presence that captured everyone's attention at once. The Unsinkables are also a sapphic band, a band of women for women, they are all of the queer community wrapped around their fingers.

There was Shelby, the bands lead singer and rhythm guitarist. The blonde was known as the sunshine of the group, always smiling and cheering others up. she is also in a relationship with fellow bandmate Toni, who is the Lead guitarist, though hot headed at times she has a heart of gold and will only come after you if you hurt those she cares about.

Dot, the drummer, is everyone’s masc dream. rumored to hook up with fans backstage and at after parties. a stone exterior at first after a life of hurt and disappointment but the softest person when you get to know her.

and then there’s Fatin, the bass player, everyone in the world has a crush on her and basks in the attention. she's hot and she definitely knows it, uses it to her advantage often. pushing lovers away after a day is normal for her, she keeps a lock around her heart for fear of it being broken. she can be icy at first but deep down, she cares deeply.

Shelby walks into the local music center, which is filled with practice rooms and walks through the halls, glancing though the small windows in the doors. Near the end of the hall, she finally finds who she is looking for, y/n, sitting in a room at a piano playing a melody that she seemed to have written, going back and forth between the keys and the paper she was writing notes on as she went. The blonde knocks quietly on the door and you look up to meet her eyes through the glass. Getting up and opening the door, Shelby gives you a friendly smile. You had known the girl since high school, you were in choir together throughout the years. The friendship has grown quite a lot, you consider each other best friends. though in recent times with her band, the closeness isn’t quite the same, she’s always busy.

“Hi Shelby” you offer her a smile back while making space for her to enter the room.

“Hey, y/n” she seems nervous, picking at her fingernails a bit.

“Is there something wrong?”

“No, not at all. I just had a little question for you.”

“Oh, go ahead.” you couldn’t help but feel nervous too at the question.

“So, my band needs a new keyboard player. and I thought of you.” she must’ve sensed wariness from you and continued quickly, “you don’t have to but maybe you could come to practice, meet the girls, play a couple songs and we can go from there.”

you hesitated a bit, anxious about what the others would think of you especially over a year into their time as a band.

“I don’t know shelbs, what if your band mates don’t want me there. i mean do they even know you’re here right now?”

“Well, not exactly. we floated the idea of a new keyboard player months ago, but no one could agree. our bassist, Fatin, thinks she can handle both instruments at once but with how bass heavy all of our songs are, she’s struggling on stage to switch back and forth. we need you.” the girl explained, a pleading look in her eyes. “Plus, wouldn’t it be nice to see each other more and make music together?”

you smiled softly at the last part, but your brain goes to Fatin, she went to your high school as well, a popular kid so you never spoke to her, but truth be told you always has a fascination with the girl. she was attractive no doubt and she had an undeniable charm to her.

“Fine. one practice” you say sighing. “But I am not agreeing to be in the band yet.” you add on before Shelby gets too excited.

“Yes!” the blonde exclaims. “Be at my house at 6 tonight!"

You watch Shelby walk out the room, smiling at her excitement. You sit back down to get more work done and pass the time until 6 o'clock comes.

#the wilds imagines #fatin jadmani x reader #shelby goodkind imagines #the wilds #fatin jadmani #dot campbell #leah rilke #shelby goodkind x reader #shelby goodkind #rachel reid #fatin jadmani imagines #dot campbell x reader #dot the wilds #dot campbell imagines

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Church Encounters: Chapter 9

-- We've tried adding a translation with the Italian while keeping it fairly natural, don't know if it works but we'll do better next time for sure .

This fic was written in collaboration with @Igg5989, she has also made the lively moodboard you see pictured here and will be posting this fic on her tumblr and her AO3

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Taglist: @acarboni21 @unsurebuttrying @dempy @peaches-1998 @bbooks-and-teas @Roosterscock --

Jake didn’t usually help with the teens but Bob had convinced him a few weeks after Christmas that it wouldn’t be bad. His only experience was with three to seven year olds, even at home, so now that he was sitting with the sixteen years olds he found he didn’t really know what to say. He couldn’t really ask what their mummy and daddy did for work, or if they had learned any cool dinosaur facts at school, or even if they had learned any fun things in Sunday school. Jake was feeling way out of his depth. The campfire had been a good idea, the country boy inside him was satisfied, but that didn’t help that the few months of planning felt like a waste now that he was here. 

It felt like being back in highschool. The kids were all talking amongst themselves, in cliques and groups, it was the same type of gossip too. Who was dating who, who was breaking up, did you hear what Patricia said to Joan, I heard Millie’s parents are getting divorced. Really, the entire thing was making him panic. 

Jake desperately wanted to take a walk and shake off the feeling, but the rational part of his brain, the one that was keeping him firmly seated on the uncomfortable log next to Bob, was reminding him that he was in his thirties now, he was an adult. It didn’t really do much to make him feel better.

“You okay, man?” Bob’s youth ministering partner asked, he was a lanky dude with a goatee and an uncanny resemblance to Shaggy from Scooby Doo. Jake didn’t know his name, the man had been way too absorbed by playing the bongos by himself for most of the evening to bother with introductions. 

“I feel like I’m back at school again,” Jake said, taking a swig from his bottle of coke. One thing had changed since High School at least, his taste buds had stopped liking sugary drinks. 

“I getcha, man,” the man replied, “I’m Freddie,” he added, sticking out his hand for Jake to shake, “though I can’t see why you wouldn’t like high school.” 

Jake snorted. Where to begin, really? He hadn’t always been big and muscular, that was the result of a pretty drastic lifestyle change when he entered basic training. Jake had been awkwardly long and lanky for most of his life, coupled with a few unfortunate hairstyles and the ability to somehow turn every conversation into talking about the Lord, teenage Jake Seresin had been less than popular.

He’d started being mean on purpose then, a skill he now exercised liberally as a sort of shield he regretted having developed at all. Still, the Seresin charm eventually appeared and things started to look up in senior year. Despite his brand new friends, he’d never managed to shake that strange awkwardness and defensive aggressivity about him. 

“I liked leaving highschool,” Jake replied, knowing it cleared nothing up and unwilling to expand.

One of the kids snorted, “I don’t believe that,” he said, “You seem like the kind of guy who’d have dated the cheer captain or something,” he added. 

“Don’t pay him any mind,” Freddie said, “He’s going through his first big boy breakup.”

Freddie had said it in such a mocking way that Jake found himself disliking the man even before the sentence was finished.

“That sucks, kid, I’m sorry. Trust me, I know what it feels like,” Jake said.

The kid looked at him for a second, “You do?”

“Sure,” Jake smiled, “What’s your name?”

“Peter Marshall,” the kid replied.

“Well, Peter Marshall, my first ‘big boy breakup’ was with a girl called Stacey Callahan. We met at my cousin’s weekly Dungeons and Dragons night and we dated for all of senior year. Like all teens, I thought I was going to spend the rest of my life with her. I thought we were going to go to college with her, get married, buy a house, have 2.5 kids, you know. The whole nine yards. And then, the day before we were leaving for college, I found out she was cheating on me with my cousin. I think I cried for a whole week straight,” Jake said his best adult voice. 

“Stacey Callahan is a bitch,” Peter concluded, Jake nodded.

“True. But if I hadn’t gone out with Stacey Callahan I wouldn’t have met my girlfriend,” Jake continued, “When I finished crying, I prayed for a while. I really spoke about everything with the Lord, talked about the things I hadn’t updated him on while I was busy with Stacey. Asked him to forgive me for missing church a few times… You know. In the end I also asked him for guidance.” 

“A week later, as I’m still unpacking boxes in my college dorm room, I find that my grandmother has packed me a memory box of my grandfather’s stuff. In that box there’s a pack of letters from my grandfather. He described what it was like to fly and it resonated in me so much that I signed up for the Navy the next day. If I had been with Stacey, I’m sure she’d have talked me out of it. But I signed up for the Navy, went to Top Gun and then I met my girlfriend. She’s everything I have ever prayed for,” Jake finished quietly. He hadn't confessed that to many people. 

Peter considered him for a moment before asking, “Do you think that she was sent to you?” 

Jake let out a laugh, “I don’t know what I did to deserve her but yes, I think she was. But you have to remember that the Lord makes things happen in His own time. I had to wait a few years before I got her, but there was a reason for that, I just don’t know it.” 

“Do you think that you ever will?” he asked Jake. 

It was Jake’s turn to think for a moment, “No, but I don’t think I need to. We need to trust that the Lord has a plan for us, and he will reward our faithfulness and devotion to him with what we need when we need it.” 

Peter nodded. Jake gave him a kind smile before standing up, “Who’s ready for s’mores?”

Jake and Bob made their way to his truck, grabbing the s’mores stuff from the back seat. Before they rejoined the group around the campfire, Jake asked, “You don’t think that was too much do you?”

“Nah, I think you gave him some good stuff to think about. Maybe he will pray on it too,” Bob said, patting Jake on the back, “At least I know you gave me some stuff to pray about.” 

Jake grabbed Bob’s shoulder, “Hey man, I know you’ve had an eye on Maria, and I’m happy for you, just treat her right, okay?”

Jake saw a tint of red come over Bob’s cheeks, “Yeah, I have no doubt that she wouldn’t stand for anything less.” 

“Alright then,” Jake said, “Let’s get these kids some s’mores before their parents come.” 

Bob busied himself distributing the ingredients, and giving each kid a plate and a napkin while Jake stoked the fire. When he sat back down on the log, Jake found that Peter had moved to sit next to him. 

“Can I ask a question?” he asked, his voice sounding a little apprehensive. When Jake nodded, Peter took a deep breath in, “How do I pray? -- I mean I know how to pray, and like, I know the types of prayer but I mean, you know, how do I pray?”

“You’re going to have to be a little clearer,” Jake said. Peter smiled a little.

“You said that your girl was everything you prayed for. I pray everyday: I pray the rosary, I pray the Our Father, I try to talk to the Lord but I don’t know if I’m doing it right,” Peter explained.

Jake was quiet for a minute, thinking his answer through, “Well, the rosary is great, and the Our Father is too, but I think you’re looking at it wrong. You’re looking at prayer like it’s something on your to do list, talking to the Good Lord is more something that needs to be on a schedule, like -- err -- meeting a friend for coffee. Next time you try and sit down with God, maybe look at it like updating your dad on your life, you know? Like you tell him what you’ve been doing, how you’ve been doing. You talk to him about your plans, your hopes, your dreams and what you’re scared of. Just be casual if you have to, you know, just as long as you get the words out. I know some people who write down prayers if they can’t say them, there’s no wrong way, I don’t think. Just make sure that you tell him you love him, you know? Like you’d tell your dad. Tell him you love him and that you’re grateful for the life you have. The Lord put a lot of work into making your life perfect for you, it’s important we let him know we appreciate it.”

Peter was quiet for a moment, drinking in the conversation. Next to Jake, Bob had picked up his guitar. He had put it on his knee, one arm ready to tune the strings, but he hadn’t moved while Jake spoke. Jake felt himself grow self conscious. 

“Maybe -- err -- maybe Bob or Freddie can give a different opinion?” He stuttered out. 

Freddie opened his mouth, but Bob interrupted, “No, I think you explained it very well,” he said, giving Jake a smile.

“It was very genuine,” Peter said, looking at him, “You’re good at this. You’re good at speaking about the Lord and helping people find their ways.”

Jake nodded, “I wanted to be a priest when I was little. I figured learning how to speak was a good idea,” he explained.

“I mean yeah, but that was -- you can’t learn how to find the right words. That’s just you,” Bob said, gently patting his back.

“Was that before Stacey Callahan?” Peter asked, Jake nodded with a shy smile, “So, when you signed up for the navy, being a youth minister was kind of your backup plan?” Peter questioned.

“No. When I signed up for the navy, I figured I had left that all behind, but then I went to Top Gun, managed to piss everyone off and made a grand total of one friend. I was just really lonely, so I went to church on a random Tuesday at like, eleven pm and I was expecting to find it closed. But when I pushed the door, the lock gave way and the door opened. I just kind of walked in and kneeled in front of the altar and prayed for a while.” Jake explained, “Then, I felt a hand on my shoulder and I just about jumped out of my skin, when I turned around Father John was just standing there. I think he thought I was drunk or something, but I stood up, explained everything and told him I was missing home. Halfway through he interrupted me and asked if I wanted to be a youth minister, he thought it would suit me. I said yes and here I am now.”

“Peter’s right, you do know how to tell a story,” one of the girls asked. Jake had felt them looking at him from their log for the entirety of his conversation with Peter. “Why don’t you do the abstinence talk? I bet we’d understand things so much more,” she added. 

Bob had chosen that very unfortunate moment to be drinking from his coke. As soon as she spoke, a laugh came out of his throat and made him choke on the soda, Jake patted him on the back, trying to hide his deer-in-the-headlights look.

“Yeah, Jake,” Bob coughed, “Why don’t you do the talk about abstinence?”

----

The mess hall was booming with people excitedly chatting about the family day that was about to start. With five minutes left to wait on the clock, phones were starting to ring and buzz and siblings had started flocking together. Fanboy had found his sister and had dragged her away from her own friends to join his. Vegas had been dragged away by her brother and Harvard and his brothers had decided to meet in the middle and commandeer a separate table so the four of them could chat and wait. Eventually though, they all joined your table and soon enough, everyone was yelling over everyone else trying to get themselves heard.

“I would appreciate it if you kept the noise down,” Admiral Simpson spoke, his stern voice cutting right through the excitement, “Captain Mitchell, keep your students under control,” he added. Maverick nodded quietly with the facial expression of a man who had no intention of doing what he was told. 

“Dove, Lieutenant Floyd, you seem to be the only ones here not screaming. Help Captain Mitchell keep it down,” he added, shooting you and Bob a look.

“Yeah, sure thing Dad,” you said with a laugh as Bob chuckled into his drink, knowing very well that nothing anyone could say would keep this bunch calm. If family day hadn’t excited them to that point, the seventeen disposable cups of coffee currently littering the table would be enough to cause a commotion. 

It took a second for it to dawn on you but as soon as you had finished your sentence the table had gone quiet.

“Did you just call Admiral Simpson dad?” Vegas snorted. 

The table roared with laughter at your mistake, only Jake and Bob remained serious. You felt a deep blush creep up your face, turning you a lovely shade of fuschia. Seeing your embarrassment, Cyclone decided to step in.

“Your sister’s called, they’ll be late. Although I don’t know why they bother to warn us, I swear Annie would show up late to her own funeral,” he said.

“Wait,” Fanboy said, the smile that had been plastered on his face slowly sliding off, “Are you serious? Is Cyclone your dad?”

“Admiral Simpson, Lieutenant Garcia. And yes, we are serious. Now keep it down,” he said, shooting you a wink, and patting Bob on the back as a goodbye gesture. In the distance you could see Cyclone removing the phone from his back pocket.

Dadclone: Hope they don’t give you too much shit for this…

You could see him standing by the vending machine, pushing a coin into the slot and punching in some numbers, a mischievous smirk plastered on his face. 

‘Bullshit, you live for this,’ you texted back.

Cyclone moved away from the vending machine to stand in the queue for a coffee. He picked up two cups and filled one with black coffee, the other he filled up to the halfway mark and poured milk in to make up the rest. He typed a text with one hand as he fitted the lids on top of the cups.

Dadclone: Watch your language.

Dadclone: (You are right, I live for this)

You let out a chuckle.

‘You evil evil man,’ you replied.

Dadclone: :’)

Dadclone: It’s my revenge for that stupid music set. Just so you know, Elisabeth has already lost a third of it.

Dadclone: Accidentally of course.

‘Of course.’

Cyclone was making his way back to your table. Without saying a word he deposited the two cups of coffee in front of you and Bob, keeping the double decker chocolate bar for himself. Leaving you in the aftermath of his kind gesture with a shit eating grin on his face. Once he had disappeared back into the corridor, your phone buzzed again.

Dadclone: I like being your dad.

The table had been eerily quiet up until that point. Bob raised up the coffee cup to his lips and winced at the boiling hot liquid. On the table, you could see him tapping three of his fingers. He removed a finger, winking at you as you picked up your own coffee and sipped. As his last finger disappeared, Rooster opened his mouth.

“Wow, Hangman… Admiral’s daughter, huh?” Bradley laughed, easing the tension around the table. A few still exchanged nervous glances and Halo looked stupefied, but most had returned to their conversations.

“In my defence, I didn’t know until after Christmas,” Jake replied, shooting you a wink. 

“I spent so many evenings telling you what a hot piece of ass I thought that man was and NEVER did you think to mention he was your DAD?!” Halo shouted so loud that half the mess hall turned to look around. Phoenix choked on her coffee and Coyote patted her back.

“Awww, Halo has a cruush” Fanboy sang, “Halo and Cyclone sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G”

“Leave me alone. There’s nothing wrong with liking older guys,” she said, offended by their teasing. When the boys laughed at her statement, she added, “Why are you fixating on that when he clearly seemed familiar with Bob too. I mean, he gave him a coffee.” 

“I -- maybe -- there’s nothing weird about bringing me a coffee… ‘t’s just a nice gesture,” Bob said, getting quieter as the sentence went on.

Fanboy turned towards him, “No, actually it’s totally not normal. Spill, are you like his kid too,” he joked. Bob thought about it for a moment and Fanboy groaned, hanging his head low.

“I have used too many insults to describe that man around you in the last three years…” he lamented, “You could have just told me, or y’know, asked me to stop, dropped a hint, just give me any indication that saying Cyclone had a stick so far up his ass that he could probably taste it was not a good idea…” 

“Hey man, it’s alright, you didn’t know,” Bob said, trying to make him feel better. 

At that moment Maverick called through the mess hall, “Alright everyone, let's get out to the hanger, they’re about to let people in.” 

When the clock ticked eleven people began streaming through the bases’ gates. The team stood in front of the hangar with Maverick, waiting to be spotted. Penny and Amelia were the first to make their way. Harvard’s family joined them in second, followed by Coyote’s, Halo’s, Yale’s and then, Phoenix’s. Chatter filled the echoing space, making it seem much more crowded than it actually was. 

“I’m going to get some fresh air,” you told Jake, who was deep in conversation with Coyote. He smiled at you in acknowledgement. 

You found an overturned metal box to sit on, not wanting to get your uniform dirty. 

San Diego had been unusually rainy for the past two weeks, soaking everything in a coat of mud and watermarks. But today, as if the sky had known about family day on base, the clouds had vanished to make way for a beautiful blue sky, golden sun and warm temperature. The only reminder of the almost constant storm left were the puddles yet to dry on the tarmac. 

“Got room for one more?” Bob asked, gently pushing you to the side of your box so he could keep himself dry too. 

“Maria is coming,” you said.

Bob turned away from you slightly so you wouldn’t catch his smile, “I know. She texted me, we’re going on a date tonight,” he said, forgetting to hide his grin, “You sure Jake doesn’t have a problem with it?” Bob asked, with worry in his tone.

Jake had gone through stages. At first he had been accepting, then, after a week, he had grown crabby at the thought of his baby sister possibly dating one of his friends, and now, he had turned right around to be accepting. You knew though, that deep down, Jake was excited about having Bob as a brother. 

“No,” you said, “he’s happy for you. He knows you’ll treat Maria right, and he knows that if you don’t Maria will be more than happy to set you straight,” you added. Bob chuckled a little.

“Speaking of, I think that’s them, isn’t it?” he said, pointing towards a group of people now making their way to hangar six. Even in the distance, you could see Isabella’s exasperated facial expression and Tony’s shit eating grin. 

Maria waved at you and you waved back, next to you, Bob jumped up from his seat and dusted off his uniform with a deep exhale. He looked at you with a smile, “I have it bad, right?”

“I don’t think you’ll recover,” you joked as Jake’s family steadily approached. They were now only a few feet away. 

“Y/n , it is so good to see you!” Isabella said, kissing your cheeks before moving on to Bob, “Where is my son?” she asked.

Jake stepped out of the hangar behind her as soon as he heard her voice. Despite having excused himself from whatever conversation he had been engaged in inside, Coyote and Fanboy had followed him out. Jake hadn’t invited anyone to family day before and everyone was curious to know the people responsible for Hangman. You could see in their faces that they hadn’t expected Isabella and Giovanni, however. 

“I’m here. I’m here --” Jake started.

“Pensavo di averti cresciuto meglio! Smetti di rispondere a tua madre!” Isabella chastised him, clearly upset Jake had turned off his phone. 

“Il mio telefono ha esaurito la batteria,” Jake lied. When he caught your eye, he winked, you knew damn well his phone hadn’t died, "Buongiorno" he told everyone. 

“Ci presenti i tuoi amici?” Tony asked, nodding towards Fanboy and Coyote who had now been joined by Rooster and Maverick. They too seemed to be waiting for an introduction.

“Sure. Can we switch back to english?” Jake said, sounding a little annoyed at the show his family was putting on. 

Giovanni huffed, “Come mai? L'italiano non ti basta adesso? Stai diventando un americano?” his voice had been meant as a joking jab, you’re sure, but there was real venom in the words, ‘Italian not good enough for you? Are you becoming American?’

Jake rolled his eyes, ignoring his father’s outraged questions, “This is Fanboy,” he tapped the man on his shoulder, Mickey waved a little, “This is Coyote, he’s my friend from the academy,” Javi nodded slightly, “This is Rooster,” he turned towards Tony, “guarda quei ridicoli baffi.”

“Hey!” Rooster exclaimed at Jake’s jab, “Watch what you’re saying, I do speak Italian. And my moustache is classy, not ridiculous. ”

“You speak Italian?” Jake asked, surprised. 

“Yeah I was stationed in Rome for a year after Top Gun,” Rooster explained, “I picked up some of the language.” he shrugged. Jake looked a little impressed. 

“This is Maverick,” he said, pointing at the instructor standing next to Rooster, “Do you speak Italian?” he asked, when Mav shook his head, he turned back to his family, “E quello che ho buttato fuori dal bar,” he said towards Tony. He’d told the story of throwing Mav out of the bar a million times by now and it never failed to make others laugh. Tony tried to hold in a smile.

“It’s not the full team, but everyone else is busy. We might see them later though,” Jake concluded, “Now, what are you doing here. I don’t remember inviting you,” he told Tony.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I forgot, Jake Seresin is too cool for his family. First you renounce Italian, now your brother… What’s next? The Catholic church?” Tony replied, earning himself some shocked gasps from his wife and mother and a sharp pinch on the arm from his father.

“Non scherziamo su cose del genere,” Giovanni Senior growled menacingly. Jake looked at his brother for a moment as Tony tried to evade his gaze. Implying a rejection of the Catholic church was almost a death sentence for the Seresins, which Tony wouldn’t even think of doing under normal circumstances. Jake narrowed his eyes suspiciously.

“What are you hiding?” Jake asked. Everyone turned around to look at Tony. He’d never been good under stress, you had seen it when the boys had played poker at Christmas. Tony had a tick, whenever he bluffed, or someone asked something that made him uncomfortable, his eyebrow twitched. You saw the concentration in Tony’s face as he desperately tried to control the muscle.

He was saved from his involuntary muscle spasm when Annie shouted your name, her long blonde hair flowing in the wind as she ran towards you, and Audrey hot on her heels. You detached yourself from the group and joined them halfway. 

“Oh my God, I have missed you so much!” she exclaimed, grabbing your face in both of her hands and kissing your forehead, “Look at you! You look gorgeous!” 

Annie engulfed you in a bone breaking hug, “Annie, let her breathe for a moment,” Audrey said, engulfing you in her own arms as soon as her eldest sister let go. 

“I thought I heard a noise!” Cyclone’s voice rang behind you, “How is it that in a base full of people, I can only hear you?” he joked.

“It’s because you love us. Your ears are trained to recognise our voices,” Annie joked, hugging him tightly, this time Audrey didn’t wait for her sister to let go before hugging too. 

“I do love you, you are right.” he said, hugging back, “So, have you two met Y/n’s boyfriend yet, or will this be the first time?”

“We briefly met on the phone,” Jake replied for them, coming up behind you and wrapping his arms around your shoulders, “Ladies, it is a pleasure to finally meet in person.”

“Huh,” Annie said, “I thought you’d be taller.”

“Yeah, I’m the runt of the litter,” he joked, nodding back to Tony and Giovanni who were standing there talking to Maverick, towering over everyone else, “I make up for it in humour though,” he said, earning himself an approving smile off of Audrey.

“Well, it’s lovely to meet you too. You really should introduce her to your friend, she might lighten up a little,” Audrey laughed while Annie rolled her eyes, “It would be good for you. You wouldn’t smother me as much,” she turned towards you, “She tried tying my shoelaces for me this morning.”

Audrey put down her handbag and took off her scarf, swinging it over Cyclone’s shoulder before taking off her coat and folding it into her bag.

“I work in a nursery, it’s a habit,” Annie defended herself, “But please do introduce me to your friend,” she asked Jake, a hint of desperation in her voice.

“Now, which friend are we talking about?” Cyclone interjected, placing a protective arm over Annie and Audrey’s shoulders.

“Rooster,” you and Jake answered simultaneously. Cyclone paused for a minute. He looked at Bradley and then at Annie, “I can see it,” he said.

“Girls, as much as I would love to show you around with Y/n, I have some work to do. I won’t be free today. Maybe we can grab a coffee tomorrow and catch up?” he added.

“Sure,” you agreed, turning away to walk back to the hangar, “Come on, I’ll show you my plane.” 

Cyclone had already walked away when Audrey realised he had taken her scarf with him. “Admiral,” she screamed with no effect, “Admiral,” she tried again. So much for only being able to hear them, you could see her think, “DAD!” she finally screamed, taking a leaf out of your book. He turned around with a puzzled look. As Audrey tapped her own shoulder, Cyclone looked down to find what had caused the commotion. He jogged back towards them and gave it back with a kiss to her cheek, before kissing you and Annie on the forehead one last time. 

Jake pressed a kiss to your head, “I’m going to show my family around but we should get dinner together tonight okay?”

“Sounds good,” you said, giving him a brilliant smile and a kiss on his lips, “I love you.” 

“I love you too,” he said back before turning to your sisters, “Have a good day ladies, I’ll see you again tonight.” 

“Bye Jake,” Annie and Audrey called out after him. They both turned to you then, Audrey speaking first, “Okay so I know we said he was liquid fire on that video call but damn Y/N, he is like molten lava in person. I need to find myself a fighter pilot.” 

You laughed at her, “Well lucky for you there is a whole base of them here.” 

Before they could continue on the conversation you started to walk away from them, “Come on, let’s go see my plane.” 

Following behind you, your sisters chatted, occasionally pulling you into the conversation as well. The day on base passed quickly. Annie and Audrey oo-ed and ah-ed over your plane and the different training equipment that they saw as well as some of the other equipment that the Navy had brought out for the day. By the time the afternoon set in, you were exhausted and your voice was tired of being used. 

“Do you two want to come back to my apartment before dinner?” you asked them, “I bought a bottle or two of that wine we like.” 

“That sounds lovely,” Annie said, trying to fan herself with a pamphlet that she had picked up along the way, “Indiana is brutal but it is hot hot hot, today.” 

You laughed, “Yeah, you get used to it,” you said, walking with them back to the parking lot. 

They climbed into your car chatting the whole way home. All three of you let out sighs as the cool air inside the apartment hit your hot bodies. Annie sat down on the couch and took off her shoes, “This is what heaven feels like,” she said as she laid her head back on the cushion.

You and Audrey laughed as you popped open the bottle of wine, “Now it’s heaven,” you said, passing her a glass. 

It was only three and you had agreed to meet Jake and his family for dinner around five. When you made the plans with him that morning, he promised to pick you and your sisters up. When the three of you were together things had a tendency to get rowdy quickly, and today was no exception. 

The two hours passed quickly, and promptly at five there was a sharp knock on the door. You practically skipped down the hall before wrenching the door open, and excited, “Jakey!’ leaving your mouth. 

“Darlin’,” he said questioningly, accepting the hug that you pulled him into before pushing you back slightly to see why you were in such a good mood. The loud laughter coming from within the apartment as well as the sound of pop music started to clue him into what you had been up to, he cracked a smile before asking, “You doin’ some pregaming?” 

You laughed, “Well when we got back a glass of wine sounded so nice, but now that I think about it, I can’t remember the last time we ate.” 

Jake shook his head, “Well we better get you ladies to dinner then, are you ready?” 

Pulling him into the apartment, you pushed the door closed, “I think so, let me gather them up.” 

The drive to the Hard Deck was interesting from Jake’s perspective. The three women with him kept singing to the radio and every now and then Annie and Audrey would let out loud awes at your hand holding. 

When you got there, Jake helped you out of his truck before leading everyone inside. His family had gotten there early, claiming a table towards the back of the place. The kitchen was open until ten so there was plenty of time still to order food. As the night progressed, you had sobered up, but your sisters were down to have a good time. 

Tony had his hands full trying to keep up dancing with Audrey, he was the only one you trusted to make sure she didn’t wander off, and you were sure that Sofia wouldn’t mind since she hadn’t been able to come. 

You had lost sight of Annie a few hours ago, but Jake had eased your anxious looks when he pointed her and Rooster out to you, they were leaned up against the bar talking. 

As Tony and Audrey rejoined you and Jake at the table, he looked at his brother, “So Tony, where is Sofia, I would have loved to see her here.” 

His eyebrow started twitching, “Ah…well you know…she was feeling a bit under the weather…thought it might be a cold…so she decided to stay home.” 

Jake laughed deeply, “Just tell us Tony, you’re a shit liar.” 

Tony grumbled, “Oh lei mi ucciderà…She will kill me, I swear… Sofia is pregnant!” he finished excitedly. 

Everyone at the table cheered, Isabella even going as far as shedding a few tears, “Mio figlio, my son, another baby! How exciting!” 

“I knew you were hiding something!” Jake cheered, “Congratulations man! How’s Sofia feeling about it?”

“She was over the moon when we found out and now that the morning sickness is in full swing, she glares at me whenever I enter a room…” Tony joked, “I get it though, she’s having a rough go of it. It was the same with Catalina, so hopefully it eases up as the pregnancy goes on.” 

Jake nodded, his mouth opened to say something, but you spoke first, “How is Catalina?”

“We haven’t told her yet. You guys are actually the first to know, so I would appreciate it if you kept it quiet.” Tony said, addressing the last part to the whole table.

Everyone chimed in with ‘of course’’s and ‘for sure’’s, and Tony relaxed, everyone had noticed how tense he was before but nobody had said anything about it. 

You looked around, realising that you hadn’t seen Maria and Bob in a while. Turning to Jake, you asked, “What are Maria and Bob up to tonight?” 

“Well Maria said that he was taking her to the boardwalk, they are going to take the ferry into San Diego for part of the night I think, there was a street fair or something he had heard about,” Jake whispered in your ear, not wanting the rest of his family to spoil their night. 

“Oh that’s nice for them,” you said, glancing down at your watch, “We should probably leave soon, or these two will be nightmares to get to church tomorrow morning.” 

Jake laughed, “Alright, let's round them up then.” 

He drove you home, the truck quiet except for the sound of the wind blowing through the open windows. In the distance you could hear the gentle melody of fairground music rising through the air. You smiled at Jake, “We should go some day.” 

“Sure, I thought you didn’t like rollercoasters, though,” Jake said, giving you a nervous look. 

“I’m sure I’ll be okay with what they have, if not, I guess I’ll just have to hold your candy cane,” you replied, moving your hand from your lap to rest on top of his over the gear stick.

Your phone buzzed in your lap. You unlocked the device to see a text from Bob, it was a picture. The photograph had been taken from the top of the ferris wheel where Bob and seemed to be sitting with one arm over Mara’s shoulders. She was leaning into him, her head on his shoulder and one of her hands laying flat against his torso. Behind them, the San Diego skyline stretched far, the lights and lamps throughout the city shining bright in the phone’s front facing camera. Another text came in a minute later, “Thinking of you guys, did you have a nice evening?”

“I take it it’s going well?” you texted back, “Evening went well, my sisters got plastered.”

Bobby boy: Yes! We’re getting off the wheel now, I think we’re going for hot dogs after. Nice, I want to meet them properly, they seem fun.

“We’re meeting dad for lunch after church tomorrow, tag along?” you asked. Bob sent back a yellow thumbs up.

----

The next morning was rough to say the least. Your sisters awoke with moans and groans from all the drinks the night before, but after a few Tylenol and a cup of coffee each, they were up and ready to go. The drive to church was quiet save for the praise playlist that you had turned on. 

When you arrived, they both got out, pinning their chapel veils to their heads. This is the part of the day that you were dreading the most. You pulled out the chapel veil that Jake bought you for Christmas and began pinning it to your head. Upon seeing the lace fabric that you were using, Annie and Audrey both stopped walking beside you. 

“Y/N, what is that?” Annie asked quietly. 

“What?” you asked, trying to play dumb. 

Audrey sighed, “Don’t play dumb. That’s a new chapel veil.”

“Yeah,” you said quietly, “Jake got it for me.” 

“Why did he do that?” they both asked. 

“Um…because he wanted to be nice?” you said, but the nerves laced into your voice gave you away. 

“What happened to grandma’s?” Annie asked, her face more stern than you had ever seen it. 

“Um…about that…when I was at Jake’s family’s for Thanksgiving his niece went through my bag and she accidentally ripped it…she is only two and she didn’t know better, but its…its ruined,” you said, tears coming to your eyes once again at the thought of what happened. 

Annie’s face softened at that, and she pulled you into a hug, “Hey, it's alright. You took such good care of it for so many years, something was bound to happen sooner or later.” 

At that moment, you felt a hand on your back, Annie let you go and you turned to see Jake, he was giving you a concerned look, “You okay?” 

You nodded, wiping away your tears, “Yeah, I’m alright.” 

He pulled you into his side, squeezing you there gently before taking your hand in his and leading the way into the church. Audrey and Annie sat with the two of you in the back row, Jake’s family sitting to his right and you and your sisters sitting to his left. A few minutes before mass started, Cyclone came in with Elizabeth and joined the group on your side of the pew. 

Jake still pressed a kiss to your cheek when sharing peace and held your hand during the Our Father. At the end of mass, he bid you goodbye, pressing a kiss to your forehead, “I’ll see you after your lunch?” he asked. 

“Yeah, I’ll let you know once I get these two dropped off at the airport,” you replied smiling. 

Jake bid your sisters goodbye before leaving with his own family, they were headed to their own breakfast before the Seresin clan headed back to Texas. They all gave you a hug, Isabella pressing a gentle kiss to both of your cheeks, before they climbed into Giovanni Senior’s truck and followed Jake into town. 

The diner you were meeting Cyclone at was just down the street. Annie and Audrey took off their chapel veils and tucked them into their luggage carefully before the three of you drove to breakfast, parking the car next to Elizabeth’s SUV and Bob’s Astra

“Hey kids,” Cyclone called out, ushering his brood into the diner, “You ready for some breakfast?” 

“Ready as ever Dad,” Annie called out with a smile, the three of you making your way up the stairs into the building. 

Cyclone gave each of you a side hug, holding the door open and bringing up the back just behind you. Your group was crowded together for a minute before the hostess had gathered enough menus to take you to a table. 

The eleven of you enjoyed the meal and at the end, with much protesting from Annie, Audrey, Bob, and yourself, Cyclone picked up the whole bill, simply saying, “I don’t get to take my adoptive kids out to breakfast as much as I would like, let me treat you.” 

When it was time to be headed to the airport you all made your goodbyes. Annie and Audrey were both a little tearful when giving Cyclone and Elizabeth hugs. They might not be your parents, but they were sure as hell the closest thing you had for a long time. 

You dropped your sisters off at the airport with hugs, tears, and the promise that you would see them on your next long leave. You stood at the bottom of the escalators watching as they rose to the security floor, giving one last wave before they were out of sight. 

Climbing back in your car, you sent Jake a text. 

Girls dropped off, heading home :(

Jakey <3: I’ll meet you there. 

Jakey <3: My family just left too. 

While family day was nice, it was always hard saying goodbye. As if the weather could sense your mood, it started to rain softly on your way home. Jake was waiting for you at your apartment when you arrived, and he had already picked out a movie to watch. You smiled when you recognized the beginning of the film, Pride and Prejudice (2005) was your comfort movie. You hadn’t mentioned that to Jake more than once, but he must have remembered. 

After changing from your church dress to a pair of warm sweatpants and a t-shirt you snuggled up next to him on the couch. You laid your head on his shoulder, inhaling his clean, manly scent. He squeezed you to his side, no words were needed to communicate the melancholy that you were feeling. The afternoon passed in a blur and the last thing you thought before falling asleep was how even the stupidly handsome Matthew Macfayden had nothing on how Jake had looked while standing in the rain. 

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Henry Danger Reader Insert | Captain Man x Reader: SEASON 3

Episode 20: Swellview's Got Talent

~Swllview's Got Talent studio~

Don't ask how they did it, because they didn't really know either. Ray, (y/n) and Henry had scored the opportunity of a lifetime when they each offered a place as a guest judge on one of Swellview's best and most entertaining shows, Swellview's Got Talent. Not as themselves, of course; no one was interested in seeing some random guy, his girlfriend and his employee clap or boo the contestants. No, they were going on as Captain Man, Miss Danger and Kid Danger, the greatest ass-kickers in the entire city, which, come to think of it, was probably how they got invited in.

"In five, four, three, two..." A man dashed off the stage, just as the lights came on, the cameras twitched and the show's energetic host sprung onto the stage, ready for an evening full of entertainment. The crowd went wild, cheering, screaming, waving their homemade signs, all for the man, who was one of those suave schmoozers who get any group of people going when he smiled.

"Good evening and welcome to Swellview's Got Talent! I'm Danny Chest--" The host announced, smirking into the camera when some random woman in the audience proclaimed her love for him in a shrill voice. It seemed he was really popular, something Ray could understand.

"I get the same thing all the time." He whispered to (y/n), making her scoff and chuckle at his big-headed joking. To say that there were cameras everywhere and she was going to be on national television, the young woman was surprisingly calm, mainly because she loved the show, knew it inside and out, and she would be flanked by her favourite teen superhero on one side and her charming, adorkable boyfriend on the other. 

"Oh, yeah? I bet you say that to all the girls." She teased, keeping her gently smiling face focused on the stage and the hand resting on her thigh brushed its thumb against her soft skin. It was good that she was able to joke about shit like that now, feeling secure with the knowledge that yeah, he messed up sometimes, but he really was trying his best and their relationship had never been better. 

"No, just one. She's beautiful, smart and funny, and really fucking good in be--" He started, trailing his fingers slightly higher up her thigh before her hand came to rest on top of his, securing him in place before they both got kicked off the air. Well, that and there was some odd woman on the end on the pannel table who might just happen to get a glimpse of more than she was bargaining for.

"Behave yourself, captain." (y/n) smirked and concentrated on Danny again as Captain Man squirmed in his seat and clenched his jaw. This was going to be a long recording.

"All right, ladies. Try to control yourselves. Are you having a good time? I know you are. Now, let's take a minute to say hello to this week's celebrity judges." Danny moved on from the woman's mad shouting and gestured for the camera to switch to the judge's table. 

"Starting with chair number one, everyone knows basketball's superstar, LeBron James!" The man smiled, making the crowd cheer with excitement at the prospect of being in the room with such a celebrity, but the truth was much more disappointing. The whole LeBron thing was just a ruse to get them excited. "So, let's all welcome LeBron's childhood friend, Vanessa Harris!" 

Well, that was a massive bummer and the folks at home, including the live audience, were noticeably and audibly confused by the randomer, who was trying to convey her minuscule connection to basketball by poor spinning a ball on the tip of her finger. 

"And next, the guys and girl filling judges chairs numbers two, three and four, are no strangers to anyone here in Swellview. Now, give it up for Captain Man, Miss Danger and Kid Danger!" That definitely got them excited and (y/n) had to refrain from fanning her blushing cheeks as she smiled brightly at their screaming fans. Ray was much less humble, standing up and soaking in their praises before a dainty hand on his arm brought him back down to earth and into his seat once more. 

"Hi, Danny Chest." Henry greeted the guy, still feeling all jittery from how he was on one of the best shows on air and how he was speaking to one of the most recognisable faces on TV. The butterflies in his stomach were flying high and he had never been so grateful for being a superhero's sidekick.

"Hey, Danny." Ray also greeted, feeling like it was polite and he'd be lying if h said he wasn't full of beans. First of all, he was on TV, a massive, fucking ego-stroke, second, he got to be a judge, another massive ego-stroke and thirdly, he got to do the judging with his sweet girl by his side, showing off to the entire city that he was blessed to have such an angel as his girlfriend. He was having the time of his life.

"Chest." (y/n) added on the end, unable to stop herself from making the joke and to her surprise, the audience laughed. She wasn't one for masses of attention, preferring to stick to her close-knit circle of friends that had become more like family, but for once, it felt okay to be on a pedestal - a possible effect of the mask that kept the real girl safely hidden.

"All right, then. Since we're nearing the end of this competition, you guys think that any of the performers this week, can beat our current frontrunner?" Danny asked, sending everyone into deep thought. The audience was awash with murmurs and whispers of people's predictions and even the three supers had guessed who would be good this one, with one girl being at the top of (y/n)'s list.

"Man, that's a tough one. If I had to say, I'd say no, unless you think of---uh..." Henry sighed, not wanting to seem biased 'cause that would cause a what-he-called shitstorm on Twitflash and he couldn't bee bothered to deal with one of those.

"That's, uh, hard to say. I'd love to say yes, but the truth really is no..." 

"Well, I am personally of the opinion that predicting something like that is difficult." Ray and (y/n) rambled, not knowing how to answer the question since they weren't used to being judges. Yeah, they knew who each of the contestants was, but in their minds, they were all brilliant and all deserved to win even though only one person could.

"Well, clearly our judges think that our current frontrunner, Steven Sharp, is gonna be pretty tough to beat. And I'll show you why. Come out here, Steven!" Danny gestured to the right of the stage, making the room applaud when a skinny, nerdy-looking kid came running out and high-fived the host. Well, he seemed confident and circled the stage to thrill the crowd. Sure, he had a good act, meaning he was the favourite to win, but anything could change in a competition like this.

"Last week, this guy wowed us with his talent for throwing Cuban zip spikes. Can you give us a little taste of that again?" Danny asked the boy, who was only too pleased to show off for the people watching.

"'Course. How about I throw on at camera two?" Steven proposed, not caring if one of the special TV cameras were super expensive and difficult to build. He just wanted to look impressive.

"Okay, camera two! Fantastic!" The host smiled and watched in awe, as did everyone else, as Steven threw one of the spikes into the camera backwards. He didn't even need to look and made (y/n) jump in her seat as his tiny yet deadly weapon plunged through the metal camera with shocking accuracy. 

"Holy shit, he's good!" The young woman gasped as her heart calm down and clapped with everyone else as she giggled with Henry and Ray about how cool his trick was.

"Thank you! I'm Steven! Thank you for applauding my talent!" The kid smiled with rosy cheeks, taking a bow before he was taken off stage so the show could move on. It wasn't the Steven Show, no matter was wicked his Cuban spike things were.

"All right, let's bring out our first new performer of the evening. Please, give an SGT welcome toooo...Harry Hoagie!" Danny pointed to another guy, who came on beaming as he dragged out a huge cabinet with a club sandwich on top. The cabinet wasn't the only large thing, his sandwich was fucking enormous, longer than his body, meaning his act was going to be pretty awesome.

"Hey there, Harry."

"Hi, Harry, nice to see ya."

"What's up, Harry?" The three superheroes greeted the man warmly, hoping to quell any nerves he might be experiencing. Going on TV was scary for any person, especially when one wrong move could mean they were going home early, so if they could put him at ease then they would. 

"I used to know LeBron James," Vanessa mentioned even though everyone already knew that. She wasn't interested in Harry, she just wanted to let everyone know that she had a very minor celebrity connection, probably the only thing she had going for her. 

"So, Harry, tell us what we're gonna see you do tonight." Henry quickly moved the conversation away from the woman, preferring to focus on Harry as that was his job for one night only. 

"Well, I'm gonna eat this entire, six-foot, submarine sandwich in less than sixty seconds," Harry replied proudly, making the crowd gasp in awe. The sandwich was massive and it would be impossible for most people to eat in six hours, let alone a minute. Let's hope that Harry had a big appetite.

"You sure you're gonna be able to get it all in?" (y/n) questioned, her eyebrows raised when the man nodded enthusiastically. He wasn't a big guy and she was certain that there was more sandwich than man, but if it was his act, then who was she to judge?

"Okay! Sixty seconds on the clock!" Danny announced, making a large timer appear on the screen behind him as Harry got himself ready. "Ready...set...go!"

Harry stepped forward to take a nibble, but the moment his lips touched the bread, he made a weird groaning sound and his eyes glazed over as they crossed. His body twitched violently like he was having some kind of involuntary spasm before he twirled around and collapsed on the floor. Everyone was beyond concerned and confused, wondering if this was all part of the act or if an ambulance should be called.

"Okay...that's uh..." Ray muttered, not knowing what to do now that the dude was unconscious on the floor, so he just started an awkward clap, hoping everyone else would join it. It was an act, right?

"No, no, don't clap, no clapping, right now." (y/n) told him and grabbed his hands with his, which wasn't all bad for him since he got to lace their fingers together as they rested on the table. 

"I was just trying to be supportive." He mumbled, looking at her and then Henry, who was equally stunned at what the hell was happening. Was Harry even breathing? He seemed so still and Henry was getting the picture that something had gone wrong.

"No, that was not supposed to---" He peered past (y/n)'s body and looked at his floundering boss, who flicked through the briefing notes they'd received to check if the showrunners had been expecting this.

"Sure that's not part of the...?" Ray asked quietly, untangling his hands from (y/n)'s as she leaned on the table to see if she could get a closer look at the poor guy. 

"Yeah, something's definitely wrong." She confirmed as four stagehands came over and dragged Harry and his sandwich away. Poor guy, he'd lost before he'd even started, but good, old Danny Chest was quick to move on.

"Okay, not sure what's wrong with Harry, but no worries! Because our next two performers are about to dance their way into your hearts. Here is Carl Markus and Piper Hart!" Danny announced, making Henry and (y/n) erupt into bright smiles as the little girl and her dapper friend came onto the stage, ready to tear the competition to shreds. She'd been practising for weeks and even though they weren't biased, the sidekicks were so hoping that they'd see her win.

"So, how long have you been dance partners?" Danny asked them, making the tweens look at each other happily. They were surprisingly good and had been building up to this moment.

"For about six months," Piper answered, itching to get started. Less of the questioning, she just wanted to show these losers what real talent looked like.

"And what's your favourite kind of dancing?" He went on, not realising that Piper wasn't one for an interview, especially when fame was at her fingertips.

"The kind that wins Swellview's Got Talent." She replied bluntly, which told the host that she wasn't going to go into any more detail and it was probably best to just let her do her thing.

"All right, well kids, let's see what ya got!"Danny smiled and rushed off the stage, Piper and Carl quickly getting into their starting positions when the upbeat music began to blare out from the studio's speakers. They started dancing, beginning with a sick pose and then dipping and raising their arms in perfect synch with each other and the music. 

Carl was pretty fucking good, pulling off some moves that impressed the judges whilst Piper grooved next to him and even Ray was feeling the beat.

"Nope, nope, don't do that." Henry cringed as he watched his boss roll his head and shoulders as if he was a dancer too; a very bad, inexperienced dancer. The boy looked at (y/n) for support, feeling like if the cameras switched to them, he'd die of embarrassment, but the woman thought it was exceedingly cute and just hugged her boyfriend's arm as she beamed at Piper. She was so proud, even though only knew the girl a bit and remembered how small she used to be.

Well, her pride didn't last long, because just as the tweens were getting into their stride, Piper began to make a strange gagging sound, twitching and convulsing like Harry had only moments before. She collapsed onto the floor as Carl started to have a seizure too, his eyes rolling back as he shook and his knees gave in. The music was still playing as they laid completely still, the judges and audience watching in horror and disbelief as yet another act ended before they could properly get started. 

"Obviously, a major malfunction." Danny Chest told the cameras as he was shoved out to deal with the conversation, but even Swellview's smoothest guy couldn't come up with something. 

"Again? 'Cause, that's what the last guy did." Ray muttered to his sidekicks, who didn't know where to look. Henry was freaking out and (y/n) was flabbergasted at what she had just witnessed; the acts had seemed perfectly fine and she knew that Piper would never forfeit a chance at being Swellview's Got Talent's newest champion.

"What the hell has just happened?" The young woman asked, slumping back in her chair as everyone sat awkwardly, not knowing what to do next. The show was ruined and her question was exactly what the Man Cave team needed to work out.

~The next day, in the Man Cave~

"You guys, come here," Charlotte told her friends as everyone assembled in the Man Cave's main room. After last night's shenanigans, Ray, (y/n) and certainly Henry were keen to find out why the show had ended in catastrophe, the heroes feeling like some foul play had gone on.

"Okay, what'd you got?" Ray asked as he marched over to where Charlotte was standing, although he was mindful to clutch his girl's hand as he did and wrap the same arm around her waist when they were all huddled together.

"All right, check this out..." Charlotte said and clicked on a large TV monitor that showed Piper, Carl and Harry all in the midst of whatever crazy shit happened when they were performing. "Last night, Henry's sister and two other performers all freaked out in the exact same way. First, the sandwich guy..." She explained and played a video of Harry spinning wildly out of control.

"Just like Carl Markus and Piper. They all had the same kind of seizure." (y/n) commented, falling back on her mental notes as she analysed the video and came to one conclusion. Whatever had caused it was the same for all three.

"Maybe they all got sick," Schwoz suggested, which was a reasonable explanation, but it seemed too easy and Henry knew better than that.

"Nah. Piper was fine right before the show and she was totally fine right after." He explained, remembering how his sister had woken up a picture of health and was devasted to learn that she'd fainted or collapsed or whatever. 

"Well, if they didn't get sick, then somebody did something to them. But why?" Ray asked rhetorically, trying to think of a reason. Why would anyone want to hurt three contestants or get them to fail a talent show?

"And who?" Henry also questioned, trying to think back to everything he had seen that night, but as a judge, he hadn't properly been allowed backstage so anyone there could've done something despicable.

"And where?" Ray went on, not realising that he was letting his mind wander with all the ways he could ask a question. 

"Um, at the show." (y/n) replied, staring up at her with a confused frown as she wondered what he was talking about. Doofus, he was going off on one again and looked down at her pretty face with an equally confused expression. 

"Huh?" He mumbled, wondering why she was talking about the show when they should've been discussing what happened last night. Had he missed something? It was difficult to think when she was next to him, being all perfect like she normally did, and lately, well, he'd been busy. Thinking about stuff.

"You said--you said where, right? We know where. At the show." Henry answered, not knowing why his boss was so out of it today, but he was just trying to be helpful. Ray had asked a question, so he answered, helpful, right?

"Okay, do you always have to criticise me when I'm trying to figure things out?" Ray questioned rather harshly, making everyone wonder why he was so prickly today. (y/n) was especially concerned, he'd been weird all morning. First, he'd gone out ridiculously early and not told her where he was going, which made alarm bells ring in her head. Secondly, that meant he'd missed out on "cuddling" with her before they got up, which made red flags pop up with the bells. And thirdly, he'd been snapping at everyone except her, something that wasn't like him, which made her inner voice shout and scream and point at the bells and flags. Something was up and it made her nervous.

"Wait, what? I was just--I was just--" Henry spluttered, not expecting such a rude response from the usually chirpy guy. He knew Ray, he knew that he only got like this when something was bothering him, making him angry, sad or nervous and he made a mental note to grill him later on if (y/n) didn't get to the root of the problem.

"Y'know, sometimes a little encouragement would be helpful, y'know? A kind word? Maybe a hug." Ray gulped, suddenly getting quite emotional for some reason, making (y/n) deflate since his sadness was her sadness.

"Ray, are you okay? What's wrong?" She looked at him in concern, her hands immediately cupping his cheeks so he'd look at her. She wanted to see if there was anything she could pick up from his facial expressions, but he just played it off like the adorable doofus he was.

"I'm okay, sweet girl. I'm always okay with you..." He muttered, pressing a kiss to the spot between her eyebrows as Henry shrugged off whatever he had done wrong. Just because (y/n) had bought his explanation, for now, didn't mean he did and he was certain that something was wrong. So did Charlotte and Schwoz, in fact, from outside whatever little soulmate bubble those two had going on, it was obvious that Ray was hiding something and they wanted in on the secret.

"I'm--I'm sorry. Here, you--you wanna hug? Let's--let's hug..." Henry stuttered, feeling like if he could get close enough to whisper in his boss's ear then he might be able to determine if something truly was troubling him, but he forgot one important thing; never stop Ray Manchester when he's hugging (y/n) (y/l/n).

"No, not now, I don't want your hug now." Ray grimaced, curling his arms securely around his girl and embracing her tightly so she had her face buried in between his pecs. She was so small in his arms, probably because he was a big, friendly giant, and he never wanted to let go prematurely for someone else, not even for Henry.

"What? You just said you wanted a hug. I'm gonna give you a--" The boy frowned as Charlotte and Schwoz smirked. He wasn't seeing it; they did, they could see that wild horses wouldn't be able to drag those two apart, not when (y/n) had entered one of her panicking flaps and Henry was dumb not to realise that.

"Dude, I'm hugging my girlfriend. I don't want a hug from you when I can hug her instead. I only wanna hug you when she's not around and not 'cause I had to ask for it." Ray explained, making (y/n) smile into the fabric of his shirt. Yeah, he was being weird and that still made her heart clench with worry, but it also fluttered with love when he proclaimed that he loved her hugs above everyone else's. That felt special, mainly because she felt the exact same way.

Henry turned around to mouth his confusion at Charlotte and Schwoz, the latter giving him the silent answer of mimicking the two lovebirds kissing and being too in love to see or care about anyone else. He'd forgotten about that and he'd remember for next time, after he'd interrogated Ray for the thing bothering him.

"Anywaaaay, so what's our plan?" Charlotte brought the conversation back to their mission. She was perturbed by Ray's weird behaviour, but first, they had to figure out why Piper, Carl and Harry had gone all freaky.

"Well, they're letting the people who passed out last night perform again tonight," Henry told her, turning his back on the couple who were still being touchy, one more than the other. 

"Oh, so...you, (y/n) and Ray will be there as judges so just keep an eye out for anyone backstage--" Charlotte replied, thinking that with three superheroes wandering around then the culprit would soon be caught, but Ray saw it a different way.

"No, no, no, no, no, no, bad idea, bad idea. What's the matter with you?" He interrupted, releasing his girl from his constricting hold and facing his team again, but he still kept her close because, well, that's just what they did, her trying to keep a straight face as he snuck a hand into her back pocket.

"Okay, seriously? What's wrong with you?" (y/n) gave him her suspicious eyes, the ones she used when she suspected he wasn't telling her the full story, making him swallow nervously at how she could pick up the slightest changes with him. She knew him better than anyone.

"Nothing, sweet girl. I'm fine." He insisted, letting the hand in her pocket cheekily squeeze her ass to divert her attention and luckily for him, she had to be quiet, 'cause otherwise, everyone would hear the squeak that threatened to come out. 

"Ok--Okay, whatever. Henry, Raymond and I are gonna be stuck at the judges' table." (y/n) told Charlotte kindly, trying to make up for her boyfriend and whatever foul mood was making him be all mean, but Ray still wasn't out of it, even with the suspicion of his girl looming over him. 

"We'll never be able to sneak backstage and find out what's going on, what's the matter with you?" He scoffed, not realising how rude he was being and how his blatant lying made one of (y/n)'s heartstrings twang. He could lie until he was blue in the face but he wasn't fooling her and the fact that he was keeping a secret from her stung. She thought they told each other everything.

"Y'know, sometimes I like kind words and hugs, too." Charlotte retorted, using his own words against him, souring his mood even more. 

"Oh, grow up." He rolled his eyes, yanking his hand out from its favourite place to be and storming over to the computer chair where no one could see the mix of emotions he had in his eyes. Nerves, dread, fear, crushing doubt...

"Will you please stop sulking and just tell us your great idea?" (y/n) sighed, Charlotte, Henry and her following him over to the computer, although with a lot less moodiness.

"Sure, sweet girl." He smirked, calming his emotions and swiftly turning around with a charismatic smile. He reached for her hand, which she accepted before being pulled onto his knee, a position where she could melt into his muscly frame and he could kick back and enjoy the scent of her perfume blending with her shampoo. "During the show, Charlotte and Schwoz sneak backstage, so they can look around. and try to figure out what's going on."

"Nah, nah, they only let the stage crew and performers backstage." Henry protested, picking up a flaw in his boss's plan. The guy seemed so confident, pushing his girlfriend's hair out of her eyes when he whispered something in her ear and she looked away blushing as her hair shielded her face. He wasn't happy to hear someone picking his idea apart, his bright smile falling when he had to stop fawning over her, but they had to be thorough.

"True," Ray mumbled, stroking his chin with one hand as the other kept his girl close to him and he fell into deep thought, They'd have to come up with some disguise.

"Oooh, I know. Charlotte, I'm sorry in advance, but go buy yourself some boy dancing clothes." (y/n) snapped her fingers, her eyes illuminating as an idea popped into her mind. It was brilliant and stupid, depending on who you asked as some would benefit and others would probably end up hating her forever.

"Huh," The teen frowned, not understanding why she'd need to do that. Normally, it was Ray or Henry coming up with wacky ideas, not her.

"Don't say huh, just do it," Ray told her, getting a rough idea of what (y/n) was thinking of and he liked it. That, and he wanted her to receive the same level of respect he did and if she needed Charlotte to buy boy clothes then she would have to buy boy clothes.

"And, Schwoz, go buy a blonde wig and a sequined jacket that looks like a little girl would wear it." (y/n) said, looking at the genius as she left her grumpy boyfriend at the computer and went to stand with her friends, although he was quick to follow her. It was strange, he was keeping some secret but he couldn't get close enough; a very perplexing combination.

"Already got them." Schwoz smiled, making the four turn their heads slowly and look at him with weirded-out countenances. 

"Of course, you do." (y/n) stated, not even surprised that he had a little girl disguise. She'd known Schwoz as long as she had known Ray and had figured out one thing; he was a weirdo.

"Now?" Henry suggested, turning to Ray since he wasn't loving up (y/n) or explaining some ingenious plan. To hug or not to hug? - that was the question.

"...Yeah, okay." Ray grinned and slowly enveloped his sidekick in a warm hug, a move that nearly made (y/n) explode at how cute her boyfriend and friend were.

"Oh my god, be still my beating heart." She whimpered, trying to keep in her screams as the boys enjoyed the moment, looking so adorable as they rocked back and forth. The feeling even touched Charlotte and Schwoz, who crept towards each other until they joined in a hug too, looking quite sweet.

"Hey, who am I supposed to hug?" (y/n) asked indignantly, suddenly realising that everyone else had a hugging partner, but her usual one was currently indisposed. She wanted a hug now, feeling like a lonely loser standing out in the cold as her friends shared the love.

"Come here. Can't leave my best girl out." Ray smiled, he and Henry breaking apart so they could both extend their arms in an invitation to join them. Not being able to resist, (y/n) squealed happily and leapt forward, her arms wrapping around the two she regarded as family; her darling, sweet boyfriend and the kid who felt like a brother. 

~Later that night, the Swellview's Got Talent studio~

"All performers backstage, please. All performers backstage." That was the sound of the tannoy as the cast and crew got ready for the big finale. The competitors were getting in some last-minute practise, including Piper and Carl, who were determined to have a normal performance that night, and the stagehands were making the final touches to the set and makeup before the cameras started rolling. 

"Gonna be live in five, people. Gonna be live in five minutes...God, I love this headset." The head stagehand announced as he walked through the busy room with his clipboard in his hand. He sounded a tad stressed, but put up with it because he liked being in charge. The headset proved that.

"Hey, hey...there's my sister and her dance partner." Henry pointed out to Ray and (y/n) as they casually strolled around before they were ushered past the curtain and forced to remain at the judges' table. 

"Right, let's get over there," Ray replied, seeing Piper and Carl rehearsing their routine on the other side of the room. The man put his hand in the small of his girl's back and the three started to weave their way through the acts, careful not to bump into any of them as they juggled and stretched and held a ferret?

"Excuse me, Miss Danger?" A guy said from (y/n)'s right, making her look to see it was that Steven guy, the frontrunner of the show, the favourite to win with all of his amazing spike-throwing.

"Uh, yes?" She asked, she smiled politely, not even faltering when his ferret wiggled in his arms and tried to sniff her, trying to put on her most amicable face as she turned to speak with him. She was a superhero, it was the right thing to do.

"Uh, I'm Steven Sharp." He introduced himself, making Ray and Henry look at him as they remembered who he was. Ray looked the kid up and down, discerning that he was a bit weird and he'd just wanted to go speak to Henry's bratty sister, but he knew that his girlfriend was too lovely to just ignore someone and she'd always stop for a chat if it made them happy. Sweet girl.

"Oh, yeah, how ya doing?" Henry grinned and extended his hand for Steven to shake, thinking he wanted to speak to the heroes as a team, but apparently not, he just left Henry hanging and kept stroking his pet.

"I'm talking to Miss Danger," Steven told him firmly, making (y/n) gulp awkwardly as Ray instinctively put his arm around her waist and Henry retracted his polite gesture. Geez, this kid was more than weird and Ray wasn't sure if he should leave his girlfriend alone with him.

"Well, okay." Henry got the message that this kid was some Miss Danger aficionado, the kind that probably had her posters all over his wall and he was fine with just observing Piper. He didn't have time for weirdos like that, plus Ray could support (y/n) as she dealt with him.

"Uh...how sweet, who's your little...friend?" (y/n) asked slowly, trying to stay polite even though this kid had insulted her friend and boyfriend by ignoring that they were just as cool as her and didn't deserve to be ignored.

"Oh, uh, this is my ferret, Fawcett," Steven answered, holding the wriggling creature out towards Miss Danger, who wasn't sure if he wanted her to hold it or stroke it or what.

"Your ferret?"

"Fawcett?" Ray and Henry asked, the former gently and subtly pulling his girlfriend away from the weirdo by her arms since he didn't trust the guy. He wasn't the kind to control who she spoke to or what she did, he loved her and respected her, but this dude just gave him the creeps and he felt the need to move everyone away from him. 

"He brings me good luck when I rub him. And so I share my ferret with others, so that all may have good luck." Steven smiled and the more he went on about his mystical ferret, the more (y/n) wanted to run. She and Ray looked at the kid with raised eyebrows, although they tried to keep it courteous since he seemed like he thought everyone loved ferrets. 

"Cool...Well, we have a lot of judging stuff to do, Steven, so we'll see you out there. Good luck!" The young woman smiled, looking up at her boyfriend with desperate eyes so they could get out of there and thankfully, he got the message.

"Have a good one," Henry told the boy, not wanting to end the conversation on a bad note, but even though he was being super nice, it seemed like Steven wasn't much of a Kid Danger Fan.

"I was talking to Miss Danger!!" The guy screamed before stomping off and Henry immediately backed off from the ferret boy. That kid had issues.

"Nice kid. Definitely not weird at all." (y/n) sighed once Steven was out of earshot and they neared Piper and Carl. At least they wouldn't be strange and Henry would be able to say something without having his head chewed off.

"Hey, look, Miss Danger! It's the president of the Man Fans!" Ray smiled at Piper as the couple walked up to the teens and as always, Piper had time to chat with two superheroes. 

"Oh, hey, Captain Man, Miss Danger." Piper greeted them as Henry snuck around them so he was standing behind their backs. (y/n) was trying to keep their eyes trained on her and Ray so they wouldn't notice him and it wasn't too difficult when she was in her super suit. Everyone always wanted to say hi.

"How you doin', Piper, right?" The young woman asked kindly, trying to make herself seem a little distant and aloof to her normal self since she didn't want Piper to think that she knew her personally. That being said, she always remembered a face and tried to be the hero who always wanted to speak to a fan and sign their poster or whatever.

"Yeah, I'm really sorry we spazzed out and fainted last night. I have no idea what happened. We just started dancing--Wait, what are you...?" Piper started explaining although she never got to finish as Ray and Henry raised a special spray to their faces and sent them both into a deep sleep. The last thing Piper could see is Miss Danger's slowing blurring face and then, it was lights out. 

Ray and Henry grabbed a kid each, (y/n) making sure that they were breathing okay and that they hadn't just accidentally and horrifically killed two kids via Schwoz's sleep spray. They let their bodies slide to the floor, snatching their backstage passes before they did and Piper and Carl were left to snooze. It would wear off eventually. 

"Quick, hide them!" (y/n) hissed to Ray and Henry, who whistled innocently as they dragged and rolled the kids behind a blackout curtain where no one would see them. It was actually kind of cosy back there.

"There." Ray dusted off his hands and went to pick up the lanyard he'd left on the floor whilst his sidekicks casually opened one of the stage exit doors to sneak Schwoz and Charlotte in. 

"Charlotte, Schwoz, get in here." Henry hissed to them, looking around to see if any staff members has noticed what they were doing, but luckily, they all seemed too busy to care. And didn't the two look...interesting. Schwoz had picked out an outfit that was identical to the one Piper was wearing and Charlotte had made sure to buy what Carl had on, making them both look very weird but surprisingly convincing.

"Okay, remember, you're Piper," Ray told Schwoz, putting the pass over his head so no one would question why he was there and then he'd be free to nosy about as much as he wanted.

"And you're Carl," Henry told his friend, who scrunched her nose up at the thought of having to pretend to be a boy. She'd have to do a boy's voice and do boy things, gross.

"Fine, but I am not going out there and dancing," Charlotte told the three superheroes firmly, feeling a stab of fright go through her body when she thought about failing in front of everyone like that. Dancing wasn't her thing, not when she hadn't rehearsed anything and she had Schwoz as her partner.

"No, it's okay. You won't have to. We'll figure out who's sabotaging the performers before you guys are called to go on." (y/n) calmed her nerves, putting a hand on the girl's shoulder since she could understand what she was feeling. She wasn't much of a dancer, not without Ray and the thought of everyone, plus people at home, watching her, wasn't her idea of fun.

"Right. Hang out back here and keep your eyes open." Ray agreed with his girl, trusting his two helpers to be his eyes and ears on the mission since they'd be indisposed.

"We'll do it." Schwoz grinned, loving how he was out in the field for once and he still had a small sliver of hope that he'd get to go out and dance. He was quite the mover and had lost his dignity twenty years prior, so it was all good for him. Henry, Ray and (y/n) walked off, heading for the stage so they could go sit at the judges' table, but some producer-looking guy stepped in front of them with a frown.

"Hey, where you three going?" He asked in a deep voice, making Ray casually grasp his girl's hand as he didn't let the guy intimidate him. It was just a misunderstanding, they weren't in any trouble, but on a second glance, Henry and (y/n) could have sworn that this guy looked very familiar...

"Oh, we're judges. We're supposed to be out--" Ray started explaining, thinking that if he just described the situation to the guy then he'd let them pass because everyone knew who they were and why they were there. But then Henry, who had been closely studying the guy's face, realised who he was and how they didn't have to explain themselves at all.

"Wait...Jasper?" The boy spluttered, realising that his best friend had just glued a fake beard onto his face, which made him look a lot older, but without it, he was still the same kid underneath.

"Yeah! Look! I'm here!" He grinned, loving how he'd managed to sneak in and pose as a producer without Captain Man's help or anyone noticing. His friends groaned at how he'd just invited himself along, even (y/n) and she admittedly liked Jasper, he was a good kid, just not when they were handling a sensitive mission.

"Why?" Ray hissed, praying to God that he wouldn't screw this up for them. He knew Jasper meant well, but holy shit, he could be so annoying, particularly when he was trying to be helpful.

"To help!" Jasper insisted, thinking that they could do with an extra pair of eyes around the place, although Ray begged to differ and with good reason. Even (y/n) was sceptical.

"Curly, you're supposed to be at Junk-N-Stuff watching the store!" She sighed, rubbing her face tiredly as she tried to spare Jasper's feelings, but he had a job to do as much as they did. Apart from the funds they received from the Mayor to fight crime, Junk-N-Stuff was Ray and (y/n)'s only form of income and they needed it protected to keep the Man Cave a secret, but here was its guardian, wearing a false beard.

"Well, I wanna help solve this crime!" The boy whined, wanting to be helpful. He was always left on the sidelines and he figured that it was as good a day as any to prove that he could be a crime-solver too.

"That's it, I'm gonna wreck this kid!" Ray growled, losing his self-control and trying to swipe at Jasper since he was pissing him off so much. Henry quickly pushed him back, guiding his boss into (y/n)'s arms so she could soothe him like she so often did. 

"Okay, sweetheart, calm down--" She whispered sweetly, running her hands up his chest, which seemed to work. Ray stopped freaking out and instead focused on the girl who was being so cute in his arms. His anger melted and he longed to give her a long, gentle kiss for being the one who stopped him when he let his temper get the best of him, but suddenly, the announcer gave them some troubling news.

"Sixty seconds to air." The guy said, sending Henry into a panic as he wrenched the couple apart and left them pouting.

"You two don't have time to kiss! Jasper, don't cause any problems, all right?" Henry's words made the couple blush and stand still, although they both made a mental note to pick up the moment again later.

"Do you guys like my beard?" Jasper asked, not realising that he was skating on thin ice and Ray lunged for him again, clawing for the boy as Henry and (y/n) shoved him through the curtain before he could do some damage.

"Just keep walking." The young woman muttered, grasping her boyfriend's hand and dragging him across the stage so she could get him sat down and under her watchful eye. He'd calm down in a bit, she just needed him away from Jasper and in front of the cameras.

"In five, four, three, two..." The same producer from last night counted them in just as they had sat down and gotten comfy and before they knew it, they were putting on bright smiles and listening to the deafening cheers of the crowd once Danny Chest was onstage. Man, he sure was popular.

"Hey-yooooo! And welcome again to Swellview's Got Talent!" The host grinned, instilling enough enthusiasm into the crowd that they shouted the show back at him, even though he'd only been out for ten seconds. "All right. I'm Danny Chest—"

"We love you Danny Chest!" The same woman shouted again, making (y/n) question whether that was scripted or whether that woman just had some passionate attachment to the man. Either way, her devotion made his cheeks flush slightly, but he kept his cool and took it all in his stride.

"Okay!... Now, last night, we had some problems here. So, tonight is gonna be a kind of do-over type deal. Sound good?" Danny grinned at the crowd, prompting Ray to lean over to his girl's ear whilst the audience were screaming their approval.

"You look hot tonight." He told her in a lovestruck voice and she pulled back to look at him, seeing that he had some dopey smile painted on his lips. She had no idea why he was suddenly being all touchy after being so punchy with Jasper, but she wasn't complaining, not when she had the world's hottest man looking at her like she strung the stars in the sky.

"You say that every time I'm in uniform." (y/n) rolled her eyes, thinking he was just saying it because he was horny or just because he felt like he had to. Surely, she wasn't that hot all the time, not when he whispered the phrase in her ear every time they had work to do. He probably just wanted to be a good boyfriend, not that she wanted him to feel obligated to constantly praise her. 

"And I mean it, you're always hot when you're in uniform. And when you're not in uniform, all the time. You're beautiful." Ray mumbled, picking her hand up and rubbing his thumb over her knuckles as she looked at him with a teary, gobsmacked, completely head-over-heels-in-love expression. They were judging a talent show, why was he getting so sappy?

"Okay, what bug bit you?" She joked, tightening their fingers together as her face turned red and she had to stare at the electric blue material of his suit to stop herself from hyperventilating. How was she meant to react to that without the cameras noticing? She wanted to check if he had a fever or if he had hit his head, but Captain Man was always okay and even though he wasn't always sure what he was talking about, right now he knew exactly what he was on about.

"Hopefully, you." He smirked, leaning over to press a kiss to her flaming cheek as she turned her attention back to Danny, who had been lapping up the audience's affection, completely oblivious to Captain Man melting into a blue and red puddle over his girlfriend. Miss Danger was sure that her bodice had somehow become too tight and that the room suddenly seemed really stuffy as her heart thumped in her chest. Why'd he have to do that to her when the film was rolling?

"Cool, thanks for buyin' into the premise. Okay, first up, this guy can actually eat a..." Danny started to introduce the first performer, who everyone assumed was Harry since he was the only eater at the competition, but he was stopped when a stagehand came dashing out from behind the curtains and started whispering in his ear, killing the excitement. "Oh, really? Apparently, we had a sandwich sitch backstage, so we're gonna show you that guy later. And instead, we're gonna start the show with two amazing kid dancers. So, let's bring 'em out! Carl Markus and Piper Hart!"

"Uh-oh," Henry muttered, feeling Charlotte's wrath already and she hadn't even stepped out on stage yet. This was not part of the plan, no one had foreseen Harry having problems (something Jasper-related) and no one had predicted that the fakes would have to actually do some dancing. This was going to be painful to watch, do and deal with afterwards.

"This should be interesting," Ray smirked, ready to see Schwoz and Charlotte flop. They hadn't practised anything and paired with Charlotte's stage fright, this whole setup was a disaster, which was one of the things he loved to kick back, relax and watch with his sweet girl. 

"We're never going to hear the end of this." (y/n) groaned as she looked through her fingers, her elbows resting on the desk. Schwoz was probably ready to go, but Charlotte would never forgive them. And she was right, backstage, Charlotte was being manhandled by four stagehands as she wrestled to keep herself away from the spotlight, but she had no choice. The schedule had changed and Carl Markus needed to go out and bust a few moves, much to her terror. 

"Piper and Carl! On their way!" Danny stalled as the dancers took their sweet time, Schwoz popping out from the curtains like he was born for the stage, but his partner had to be literally dragged there. Looks like Piper wasn't going to be showered in glory and everything was going to go wrong, not that everyone was concerned about that.

"Wait! Wait! The dancers need to pet my ferret for good luck before they perform!" Steven shouted at the crew backstage as he missed Charlotte and Schwoz by a few seconds. His shouting drew the attention of Jasper, who was curious as to why he thought it was so important that his fellow performers stroked his pet. He got the feeling it wasn't just for luck.

"There's no time!" A producer told him, not caring if the kid wanted to help them, they had to keep the show moving as per their airtime slot, leaving Steven angry and upset with his ferret.

"We failed. Oh, Fawcett..." He whimpered, clutching the animal to his chest and Jasper stroked his beard as he pondered; what if Steven wasn't as nice as he made himself out to be?

"All right, let's give Piper and Carl some encouragement!" Danny told the audience as Charlotte was shoved onto the stage and Schwoz happily waddled after her. He had no qualms with dancing, he was actually pretty good at it and it was just a bit of fun, what could go wrong?

"Oh god, we told them they wouldn't have to dance." (y/n) hissed in her boyfriend's ear as she took in how Charlotte was frantically scanning the room and sweating under how many pairs of eyes she saw looking back at her. She wanted an escape route, but her eyes were blinded by the studio lights and her feet were frozen in place, something Ray found hilarious.

"I know." He giggled, causing her to slap his arm at how he was enjoying their pain. It was like those funny videos he always watched online, the ones where he could laugh at people falling over or nearly breaking their necks and he paid no attention to how his helpers' true identities could be revealed if the showrunners found out that they weren't who they said they were.

"Well, Charlotte and Schwoz haven't even rehearsed, what are we gonna do?!" Henry exclaimed, him and (y/n) going to Ray for answers since he was the boss and often claimed he was always right, but he couldn't lie. He was gonna enjoy this.

"Watch. Probably laugh. Then, judge." He answered, patting (y/n)'s hand as she opened her mouth to protest but kept quiet when Danny Chest started talking again, ready to interview the odd pair.

"So, you guys feeling better after what happened last night? He asked them, holding the microphone to Charlotte so she had the pleasure of giving some bullshit answer.

"Uh—uh, y-yeah, much better." She stuttered, trying to keep her voice steady even though her entire body was shaking from her nerves. She couldn't do this, she was going to be a laughing stock, or Carl was, or whatever. Either way, it was going to be a complete humiliation.

"All right, kids, let's see what ya got!" Danny grinned at them and walked off to the right as the same music from the previous night started playing. Charlotte had no idea what she was doing and copied Schwoz when he pulled off a "swag" pose like the real teens had the night before. He wiggled his eyebrows at her, telling her that he wanted her to just blag her way through as a support dancer whilst he some "real dancing". Ray couldn't stop giggling as he bounced up and down whilst the girl looked lost and had to hide his snorts of laughter before he got another smack on the head from his sweet girl.

Meanwhile, backstage, something fishy was going on again. Steven saw that the sandwich guy had been given a new sandwich for his act and was waiting for the kid dancers to finish so he could wow the crowd, prompting the weirdo to go over with his ferret. 

"Uh, I just heard them say that you're performing next." He grinned at Harry, who shrugged and confirmed that he was, seeming uninterested in the boy since he had to focus on getting his act perfect this time, but Steven had a one-track mind. "Well then, you'll need some good luck. Pet my ferret."

"I don't know, man. It didn't work too well last night." Harry shook his head, not wanting to jinx his performance again. Jasper was mooching around the room casually, acting as though he was a stagehand doing stagehand things, but he was really keeping a close eye on Steven and how adamant he was that people touched his pet. Weird...

"Then pet harder. Here..." The guy didn't care that it was weird and a little rude to not take no for an answer, he just grabbed Harry's hand and brought it to Fawcett's back, encouraging him to stroke his fur. That was it, Jasper was convinced that Steven was up to no good and crouched down as he pulled out his PearPone and began some vital research about ferrets.

At the same time, Charlotte and Schwoz were killing it on the dance floor and not in a good way. They were completely out of synch and Schwoz's moves were dated, to say the least. Could they be called moves? All he was flowing was waving his arms around and stomping, slaughtering on the dance floor would be more accurate and not even Henry could stop himself from laughing at how ridiculous they appeared. The audience was confused, the boys were beside themselves and (y/n) was on the verge of hysterical chuckling as she got over her mortification. She couldn't take it, not when Schwoz started doing a head-slide across the floor, gyrating his hips in time with the music and the robot of all things.

Whilst they were pissing themselves like a pack of hyenas, Jasper had found what he was looking for. The Norwegian Ferret and the search results weren't good. "Danger, avoid contact with Norwegian Ferrets because they secrete powerful oils that can cause strange reactions, such as tongue-chewing, head vibrations and loss of consciousness." That was it! Steven was using a Norwegian Ferret to incapacitate his rivals, it all made sense. Who said Jaspers can't investigate? And he knew exactly what he was gonna do.

"Hey!" He shouted, marching over to Steven and Fawcett with an air of authority in his tone like Ray did when he was addressing bad guys. The problem was though, Jasper wasn't Captain Man and going barely throw a frisbee, let alone a fist.

"Hello. Your beard looks fake." Steven sneered, looking Jasper up and down since he didn't take that tone kindly. Jasper was quite sensitive about his newfound facial hair and was quick to defend it by pointing out what he had discovered.

"You're making other performers pet your ferret so they'll pass out, so then you can win first place!" He exclaimed, making the guy smirk at how clever he had been. He looked like such a loser, he was surprised that he even had the brains to work out his plot under those curls. "Ah, you figured that out, did you?"

"Sure did." Jasper nodded, feeling pride swell in his chest. He couldn't wait to tell Henry and (y/n) so he could see their delighted faces and he couldn't wait to make Ray proud of him for once. 

"Well, so did he." Steven lied, pointing to a corner of the room so that he could get Jasper to turn around and the poor kid fell for it. Steven knocked Jasper out with a swift karate chop to the neck, sending his brain to sleep and he collapsed onto the floor. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to storm up to the bad guy before he told the superheroes. It probably would've been better to let them handle it.

"Yes, that's right. Absorb my ferret's oil. Enjoy your nap..." The guy smirked, rubbing Fawcett onto Jasper's cheeks so he'd stay down and out of his way, but one thing he didn't expect, was how protective stage crews were of their own.

"Hey! The spike-throwing guy's attacking our beard production assistant!" A man gasped as he saw Steven leaning over Jasper's still body and his sharp eye told him that he was up to no good, no matter how much bullshit he uttered to cover his tracks. "No, I'm not!"

"Uh, yeah, you are! And that's against the rules!" The man told him as his female counterpart shook her head. Caught red-handed, he could wiggle his way out of this one. "So?"

"So, you're disqualified." The dude replied simply, thinking that it wasn't a hard concept to grasp, but Steven couldn't accept that. He'd come too far now to be disqualified and he wasn't afraid of anyone who told him that.

"Oh, uh...well, uh, I guess I've lost then. So, I'll suppose I'll just, uh..." Steven shoved the man into the other production assistant, making for the stage. Other brave people tried to stop him before he could force his way out, but no matter how hard they clung to him, he bashed them away and scrambled past the curtains. 

Ray, Henry and now (y/n)'s laughter, plus Schwoz and Charlotte's disastrous performance was interrupted as he burst onto the stage, rage etched onto his face as he jumped in front of the cameras.

"Stop the show!" He bellowed, which was unexpected but a blessing for Charlotte, who thanked him for putting her out of her misery before making a quick exit stage left. The audience and judges were perplexed, wondering why he had killed the entertainment like that, something Danny Chest didn't understand either. It wasn't in the script.

"Now, Steven, you're not supposed to be on stage," Danny told him in his charismatic voice, trying to simultaneously keep things under control and work out what was going on, but his suave approach seemed to enrage Steven more.

"You shut your stupid mouth, Danny Chest!" He shrieked, making the audience collectively gasp. No one insulted the host like that, he was well-loved in Swellview and his spiteful words even shocked the superheroes, who were used to foul language.

"Wow." Henry puffed his cheeks out, surprised at how Steven had lashed out like that, but then again, he'd had first-hand experience of how much of a dick he could be and just sat back to let the adults next to him deal with it.

"I can't believe I was nice to such a weird, mean asshole." (y/n) frowned, nudging Ray so he'd say something, anything that might diffuse the tension and Ray leaned forward to sort it out.

"Uh, son, why don't you get off the stage 'til it's your turn?" He suggested, not putting it as nicely as his sweet girl would've done but it seemed like nothing could quell the boy's anger, not even the calm voice of Captain Man.

"NO! I came on this show to win back my girlfriend! 'Cause Kid Danger stole her from me!" Steven sniffled, pointing at Henry, who had no clue what he was going on about, but now he knew why he was so against talking to him. The audience and Vanessa gasped in horror as (y/n) scoffed. 

"Is that true?" She asked the boy in a sceptical voice and by the look of annoyance on his face, it wasn't. He sat up straight, ready to tell the truth since Steven must have been mistaken; he hadn't had any lady-action in months, which was sad but the honest truth.

"Dude, I never stole your girlfriend." He replied succinctly before leaning back again. However, his lackadaisical approach didn't go down well with the guy, who had this idea cemented in his head.

"You did too—back off, Danny Chest!" Steven pushed the host away again when he tried to comfort/soothe him, not wanting any sympathy. He just wanted revenge and his girlfriend back, two things he wasn't going to get from Danny and his oh-so-perfect persona. "My girlfriend used to love me until you got to be Captain Man's sidekick. Then, she got all obsessed with the cool, good-looking Kid Danger!"

"What she look like? Is she cute?" Henry couldn't help but ask, making (y/n) kick him on the shin under the table as Steven's face turned red. It wasn't the right thing to say and only served to wind him up more as he recognised the kid's flirty tone.

"Just for the record, I'm also a sidekick and I apologise for any unintentional girlfriend stealing I may or may not have done, just saying, so please, please, calm down..." Miss Danger butted in, trying to take the focus off Henry's comments but the seed had taken root and Steven was seeing red, no matter how much (y/n) used her smile and soothing personality.

"You distracted my girlfriend, so now... Prepare to eat spike!" Steven screamed, grabbing one of his Cuban zip spikes and holding it aloft so everyone could see how sharp and deadly it was, especially when it was in the hands of a madman. The audience and the heroes jumped to their feet, ready to duck and run for their lives if he threw one and Ray instinctively tried to get his girlfriend behind him. She wasn't moving though, not when there were fifty or so innocent people behind her who didn't have super-regeneration as their superpower. She was a superhero and superheroes protect people at their own expense.

"Steven! Don't be insane!" Ray shouted at the boy, trying to dissuade him from doing anything rash or dangerous that would only end in someone getting hurt and him going to jail, but he wasn't listening.

"I know you're angry, Steven, but Kid Danger has hyper-motility, so just think about what you're doing." (y/n) joined in, hoping to god that he'd see sense and put the spike down, but her words confused him.

"Wait, what's that? Some disease?" Danny frowned. The Man Cave team hadn't officially announced that Kid Danger had gotten a superpower, even though it had been a good few months since they battled Drex. They thought that people would figure it out eventually and it was always nice to surprise villains with what Henry could do, so it was no surprise that Steven, Danny and everyone else had drawn a blank.

"No! It's a superpower! It means that if he throws a Cuban zip spike at me, I can just knock it away." Henry bragged, puffing out his chest as he smirked at Steven. He wasn't scared of him and didn't care if he lost his temper. He could take him on and win easily, he was a superhero's sidekick, after all.

"Oh yeah? Let's see you try!" Steven threw one of his spikes with lightning speed and accuracy, but even with his advanced skill, Henry just batted it over his shoulder with ease, which was good for him but not so good for some poor guy sitting in the audience.

"Uh, someone get that guy a nurse." (y/n) shouted, wrinkling her nose at the gruesome sight, but she was also curious at how the guy was bleeding out yet. Oh, well, she couldn't dwell on it for long as Steven yanked his next spike from his belt, keen to have another attempt at ending Kid Danger's life. He threw again but was met with the same result; Henry hit it away from himself and his friends, letting it fly behind him until it was embedded into the guy's shoulder this time. He was having a rough day. "Could I switch seats with you?"

"All right, maybe I can't hurt Kid Danger or Captain Man, but I can hurt Miss Danger!" Steven snapped, removing his final spike from his belt as he honed in on the surprisingly calm woman. Whilst everyone around her was horrified at such a nice, helpful, kind superhero being spiked to death, she was unfazed, even smiling politely at how Steven had chosen her. Henry and Ray immediately gritted their teeth at the thought of their favourite young woman, girlfriend and friend getting hurt, trying to protect her by letting them do all the fighting, however, for once, (y/n) could handle this one alone.

"Try it. See what happens." She taunted him, stretching her muscles out as she prepared herself to take the hit. It was just a flesh wound, no biggie, she'd yank it out and watch as his jaw dropped to the floor and then he'd be carted off to some psychiatric hospital. Well, that's what would've happened if Steven had actually gotten to make the throw.

Schwoz couldn't bear the thought of the woman getting hurt and he knew that Ray would go into his overprotective, super boyfriend mode, despite her superpower, so he saw fit to take matters into his own hands.

"You leave Miss Danger alone!" Schwoz cried and tackled him to the floor, forgoing any concern about his personal safety in an act that melted (y/n)'s heart. The spike clattered to the floor as the production scrambled their security and two strapping bouncers came out to deal with the lunatic.

"Aw, he does care!" (y/n) squealed at how he'd jumped to her unnecessary rescue. It wasn't needed, but it was a nice gesture and she appreciated how he'd laid down his life to spare her cells the bother of regenerating.

"Should we, uh...?" "Maybe we should..." Ray and Henry suggested, nudging her for her opinion as they watched Steven be pinned down and wrestled into submission. It was their job to defeat bad guys, but the security team appeared to have everything under control.

"Nah, they're fine, he's fine, everything's fine." She smiled, sitting back down in her chair since the drama was over. They could just kick back and enjoy the closing scenes now, no danger, no worries.

"NO! NO! I did it for my girlfriend! I just wanted my girlfriend back!" Steven screamed as he was carried away and like a professional, Danny Chest was right there to jump back into his hosting role.

"Wow! Well, you all saw it there, right here on Swellview's Got Talent! Piper Hart just saved Miss Danger's life!" Danny smiled and Schwoz hugged him tightly since it was probably the only chance he'd ever get at meeting the real Danny Chest. It was strictly true, (y/n) would've survived and gotten back up for more, but still, whatever the public wanted to believe.

"Danny Chest, I love you!" Schwoz screamed and only let go when someone threw him a bouquet of flowers. he was loving the praise, cheers and admiration, but it sort of spoiled the mood when a dazed and confused Piper came stumbling out from backstage. The spray must've worn off, 'cause she was standing right there, looking at some weirdo who was impersonating her, accepting what should've been her flowers like some kind of fever dream.

"What the butt happened?!" She asked as Schwoz scrambled off the stage before anyone could yank the wig off his head and expose that he was a guy playing dress-up and Danny Chest looked between the two in bafflement. How were they supposed to explain this one away?

"What do we do?" Henry hissed as he saw the host interrogate Piper and he was terrified that his sister was gonna blow their whole operation. And if carl woke up, well, they certainly wouldn't be asked to do any judging work again.

"Leave this to me. I've got an idea." (y/n) muttered and stood up from her seat with a look of determination in her eye. It wasn't a very good idea and not fully formed yet, but she had a rough idea; lie and charm Piper and Danny until they were so dazzled that a superhero was talking to them that they blindly accepted anything she said. Or the memory wiper would work, either one was good and it presented another opportunity, Henry got to be alone with Ray.

"Okay, good luck, sweet girl..." The man breathed out as he watched her go, his fingers twitching to grab her wrist and pull her back but he knew she'd just scold him and tell him there'd be time for that later. His longing stare didn't go unnoticed by his sidekick and it made the boy's mind drift back to earlier when he was acting all weird; now was as good a time as any to ask him about it. The cameras weren't rolling, the audience wasn't listening, Vanessa had wandered off. It was just them having a little chat...perfect.

"So..." Henry started once (y/n) was out of earshot, not knowing exactly how to phrase it and his awkward start made Ray look at him funny. He knew when people were being sneaky and he instantly felt defensive, shown in his tense shoulders and sudden frowning face. "What?"

"Why have you been acting weird all day?" The boy asked, coming right out with it and Ray screwed his nose up at how obvious he'd been. He'd been trying to keep his wild emotions to himself but he was so scared, nervous and full of dread, he couldn't help but be a little...leaky.

"I haven't been weird! You're weird, I'm fine, nothing wrong with me! Yep, good, old Ray is fine, yes sir! Leave me alone!" He snapped, letting the words fall out of his mouth instinctively as he played his cards close to his chest. He knew it wasn't smart to go through things alone and bottle it all up, but this situation was delicate and he couldn't bear the thought of something going wrong. He just thought the secret was safe with him.

"Dude, you've been acting so weird. Come on, just tell me what's wrong!" Henry insisted, swivelling in his chair so that he was facing his boss and he could see how nervous he looked. His eyes were worried and his eyebrows were drawn together confirming that something was wrong, no doubt about it.

"I can't! It's a secret!" Ray insisted, trying to get Henry to leave it alone, but the kid was relentless. He wasn't taking no for an answer and was sure that if he told him, he could help him do something about it, whether it was to do with work, him, (y/n), Schwoz, Charlotte or Jasper. He just had to tell him.

"You can tell me anything, I promise I won't tell! I'm your sidekick...don't you trust me?" He asked softly, making Ray bite his lip and glance his way. He was really hung up about this and of course, he trusted him, he trusted him with his life, literally. He just...didn't want anything to go wrong, he wouldn't be able to take it.

"You really wanna know?" Ray asked, staring at his clenched fists as he tried to work out how to get his words out. He'd never felt this nervous, well, apart from the time when he'd confessed to (y/n) how much he loved her, that had shaken him to his core, but this might have been worse. 

"Yeah! I really, really wanna know! You can trust me." Henry repeated, leaning his elbows on his knees so he could get close. This must've been big, he'd never seen Ray shake like this or stop and think before he spoke. Had someone died? Or was he dying? Or was he moving away? Were they moving away? What was happening?

"Well, you know (y/n)..." Ray started, swallowing the lump in his throat as he finally built up the courage to move his lips. It wasn't much but it was a start and just the sight of the young woman's figure across the room calmed his nerves. She wasn't paying attention, more smiling and laughing with Piper and Danny Chest as she worked her magic, his perfect girl.

"Yeah, I know (y/n). She's one of my best friends..." Henry nodded, following his every word whilst also keeping an eye out for any eavesdroppers. He didn't want anyone hearing this; it was sensitive, from both its nature and how they were on a first-name basis, something that told him this wasn't work, it was personal. Oh god, Ray wasn't breaking up with her, was he? Why would he do that? He was crazy for her, was he insane?

"Well...I'm thinking of asking her to marry me." Ray said it slowly, watching as Henry's mouth dropped open like and his eyes widened so he looked like a goldfish. 

Holy shit, this was huge and it felt so good to get it off his chest, but he wasn't sure if the kid's reaction was good or bad; he just looked like he was having an aneurysm. 

Maybe it was too soon, maybe he thought it was a terrible idea, maybe he thought that she'd laugh in his face and call him stupid for ruining what they had...

"Dude!" Henry snapped his mind back into action as the news dawned on him and he couldn't help but stop the enormous grin spreading on his face. This what it, this is what he'd been gunning for since he met them, the perfect, fairytale ending and by god, they both deserved it. 

They both deserved each other after waiting for so long and Henry had been there to see it all, from their humble, shy beginnings to passionate entanglements that left him wishing he didn't have eyes or ears. 

"That's awesome!"

"You really think so?" The man ask, holding his sidekick's gaze with worry in his eyes as doubt clouded his mind, swirling with the pleasure that came from thinking about a married life with her. 

It was everything he'd ever dreamed of, to be able to wear matching rings, to be able to vow that they'd never be apart, to finally settle down and have a family with her, to never let her go. But then it soured when that little, niggling "what if?" crept into his thoughts and soured the sweetness; what if she said no?

"Yeah! Have you bought a ring yet? When are you gonna do it? Y'know, the proposal thing?" Henry asked excitedly, leaning forward even more like he didn't want to miss a single thing. 

Normally, he wasn't much of a romantic, preferring to stay out of all the mushy stuff unless it was for a girl he really liked, but this fascinated him. It was like he was witnessing something fall into place and he'd worked way too hard to get those two together, how could he not be invested?

"Calm down, kid. I've bought one, yeah. I just...don't know if I should ask her yet." Ray confessed, staring at his hands as Henry calm down a bit and got all serious. 

He was still excited, but Ray's anxiety was so thick, he could practically feel it bearing down on him. Any guy would be nervous when asking the love of their life for their hand in marriage, but with him, it was extra difficult and even more delicate. 

Just because he was indestructible on the outside, did not mean he was a rigid, emotionless man on the inside; he lived in constant fear that he'd lose her, whether it be to a mad, murderous criminal hell-bent on revenge or just another guy who could give her a better life, one where she didn't have a toddler one minute and a boyfriend the next. 

"What? Why not?" Henry asked gently, still keeping one ear open for anyone approaching them or listening in. He also had one eye on (y/n), who was still telling the winner and host some crazy anecdote that whipped them into a daydream, thank god. 

He knew that it would be difficult to keep something from her and it would probably freak her out to see and hear loads of whispering and sly smirks but Henry was gonna keep this secret until the big moment. It meant the world to Ray and therefore, it meant the world to him and he wasn't going to let the young woman accidentally pick up on it by some mistake.

"'Cause! What if she says no? What if she thinks it's too soon? We've only been dating for, like, what ten months? What if I make her hate me for ruining what we have?" He whispered quietly, gulping back the overwhelming sadness that threatened to open a floodgate of tears. 

He could maybe stand her leaving, he could perhaps tolerate seeing someone else love her (but never more than him), however, the one thing his heart could never bear is her hating him. To know that he lost her love would hurt him enough, to know that she couldn't stand the sight of him would be the final blow to break him.

"Look, man. For two years, I watched (y/n) dream about being your girlfriend, and for what it's worth, I know that she'll never, ever hate you. You've been in love for ten years, I just know she'll say yes. A huge, definite yes." The boy grinned, patting his boss's knee as he let his words sink in. 

It was true; just because they'd only been dating for a short time didn't mean he loved her any less. He spent so long pining from afar that he was certain he never wanted to let her go and she'd mentioned that she'd like to get married, just not when. 

"You really think so?" Ray asked in a hopeful voice, not wanting to get too overconfident, but Henry's reassurance had calmed his nerves. Perhaps he wasn't rushing into things, maybe it was time to enter the next phase in their relationship, and maybe his best instincts were right. He just had to keep his head.

"She will say yes. You have nothing to worry about." Henry grinned, clapping his friend on the back as Ray finally let a grin spread across his face. Just one look at her told his brain that everything would be fine like it was meant to be. Because it was. 

This was always where they were going and suddenly, the idea of the ring sitting in its box, deep in his pocket, didn't seem so daunting.

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𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝟎𝟎𝟔: 𝐒𝐚𝐬𝐚𝐤𝐢 𝐘𝐮𝐢

"Um, Warden-san? Surely there's been a misunderstanding. Please let me out and we can talk about this."

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐨

Name: Sasaki Yui / 佐々木 惟 (The kanjis in her last name mean "help, aid" (repeated, indicated by the iteration mark 々) and "wood". Her first name means "think, consider, reflect".)

Status: Prisoner 006

Gender: Female

Age: 22

Birthday: May 25 (Gemini)

Height: 177 cm

Blood type: AB

Image color: #CF9FFF

Occupation: Idol

Personality: Yui is cheerful and sociable, often approaching others with a soft smile. She's a great conversationalist too, able to speak with anyone on any topic as she knows a little bit about everything.

Her usual demeanor can only be described as "cute". She speaks in a soft voice and her movements are gentle. Her fans love her for it. The messed up people in Milgram could hardly care less.

There are times when her cheerful demeanor falters when she's alone though, when she stares blankly into the distance with sagged shoulders. If she notices someone coming, she'll brighten up immediately. Unfortunately for her, Milgram has some quiet people that are good at sneaking around. She'll have to keep her guard up.

𝐌𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐨

Which canon Milgram song she would cover: It's not my fault (I told you I’m queen; It’s always the same; God gave me everything, everything is as I wish)

Which DECO*27 song she would cover: Negative shinkaron

If she could cover a song by a different Vocaloid producer, which one would it be: Paradichlorobenzene by Owata-P

Her MV description: The first minute of the MV takes place in a school, the rest of it in a dance stage. Bright colours are present most of the time but dark grey appears a lot in both locations.

The MV starts with Yui making her way up an old grey staircase. She's dressed in her school uniform, so this event takes place a few years in the past. Fluorescent lights flicker once above her. She reaches a door at the end of the staircase and opens it, revealing a school roof and the summer sky painted a bright and blinding blue.

A blue-haired girl sits by the fence, sipping from a bottle of strawberry soda. Yui goes over and sits down next to her. Together, they watch a video of idols performing on stage. The girl gets excited after a while and pulls Yui up to her feet, dragging her along to copy the dance routine they had just watched.

They do a synchronized spin, and the school setting switches to the dance stage setting. Yui and the girl's school outfits have changed into idol outfits. Yui wears purple whilst the other wears pink. They're in an idol group of five and doing a different dance routine now. A big crowd cheers from below, waving coloured light sticks around. The number of pink light sticks outnumber the other four colours.

They have a meet and greet after the show. Yui watches as a group of girls surround her friend, holding out album covers and photo books for her autograph. A fan approaches Yui and her gaze is torn away from the blue-haired girl. She smiles warmly.

The show is over. Yui beckons for her friend to follow her, excitedly running across the now empty stage. Without the colourful spotlights and flashy visuals being shown on screen for the show, the stage looks awfully grey and dull. Yui looks back at her friend as the girl jogs over to catch up to her. Above them, a spotlight jerks and falls.

The last shot of the MV shows a close up of Yui flinching, then her expressions morphs into one of horror. The MV ends.

𝐕𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

-- 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

(Cheerful) Hello! My name is Sasaki Yui. I'm 22 this year. I work as an idol! And I'm quite popular according to my fans, hehe. Warden-san, this must be a mistake, right? How could someone like little old me possibly murder anyone?

(Beckoning) C*m* o*, I *av* so*e**in* t* s*ow y**.

-- 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐫

I won't allow it. I won't allow it. I won't allow it! I WON'T ALLOW IT!!

𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐚

Her favourite colour is lavender.

Her favourite food is matcha swiss roll.

She has a strict 5-step skincare routine that she adheres to everyday. Her skincare products were the first items she requested for since arriving at Milgram.

She has 4 million followers on Instagram.

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬

I cannot draw. So picrew saves the day once again!

I like how both of the "love and passion" prisoners feature dance in their MVs. It's a cute similarity.

I really like Yui's last name for some reason.

I also wanna braid her hair...

#prisoner 006: sasaki yui #milgram #milgram oc #milgram project #milgram original character

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Church Encounters Chapter 9

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Jake didn’t usually help with the teens but Bob had convinced him a few weeks after Christmas that it wouldn’t be bad. His only experience was with three to seven year olds, even at home, so now that he was sitting with the sixteen years olds he found he didn’t really know what to say. He couldn’t really ask what their mummy and daddy did for work, or if they had learned any cool dinosaur facts at school, or even if they had learned any fun things in Sunday school. Jake was feeling way out of his depth. The campfire had been a good idea, the country boy inside him was satisfied, but that didn’t help that the few months of planning felt like a waste now that he was here. 

It felt like being back in highschool. The kids were all talking amongst themselves, in cliques and groups, it was the same type of gossip too. Who was dating who, who was breaking up, did you hear what Patricia said to Joan, I heard Millie’s parents are getting divorced. Really, the entire thing was making him panic. 

Jake desperately wanted to take a walk and shake off the feeling, but the rational part of his brain, the one that was keeping him firmly seated on the uncomfortable log next to Bob, was reminding him that he was in his thirties now, he was an adult. It didn’t really do much to make him feel better.

“You okay, man?” Bob’s youth ministering partner asked, he was a lanky dude with a goatee and an uncanny resemblance to Shaggy from Scooby Doo. Jake didn’t know his name, the man had been way too absorbed by playing the bongos by himself for most of the evening to bother with introductions. 

“I feel like I’m back at school again,” Jake said, taking a swig from his bottle of coke. One thing had changed since High School at least, his taste buds had stopped liking sugary drinks. 

“I getcha, man,” the man replied, “I’m Freddie,” he added, sticking out his hand for Jake to shake, “though I can’t see why you wouldn’t like high school.” 

Jake snorted. Where to begin, really? He hadn’t always been big and muscular, that was the result of a pretty drastic lifestyle change when he entered basic training. Jake had been awkwardly long and lanky for most of his life, coupled with a few unfortunate hairstyles and the ability to somehow turn every conversation into talking about the Lord, teenage Jake Seresin had been less than popular.

He’d started being mean on purpose then, a skill he now exercised liberally as a sort of shield he regretted having developed at all. Still, the Seresin charm eventually appeared and things started to look up in senior year. Despite his brand new friends, he’d never managed to shake that strange awkwardness and defensive aggressivity about him. 

“I liked leaving highschool,” Jake replied, knowing it cleared nothing up and unwilling to expand.

One of the kids snorted, “I don’t believe that,” he said, “You seem like the kind of guy who’d have dated the cheer captain or something,” he added. 

“Don’t pay him any mind,” Freddie said, “He’s going through his first big boy breakup.”

Freddie had said it in such a mocking way that Jake found himself disliking the man even before the sentence was finished.

“That sucks, kid, I’m sorry. Trust me, I know what it feels like,” Jake said.

The kid looked at him for a second, “You do?”

“Sure,” Jake smiled, “What’s your name?”

“Peter Marshall,” the kid replied.

“Well, Peter Marshall, my first ‘big boy breakup’ was with a girl called Stacey Callahan. We met at my cousin’s weekly Dungeons and Dragons night and we dated for all of senior year. Like all teens, I thought I was going to spend the rest of my life with her. I thought we were going to go to college with her, get married, buy a house, have 2.5 kids, you know. The whole nine yards. And then, the day before we were leaving for college, I found out she was cheating on me with my cousin. I think I cried for a whole week straight,” Jake said his best adult voice. 

“Stacey Callahan is a bitch,” Peter concluded, Jake nodded.

“True. But if I hadn’t gone out with Stacey Callahan I wouldn’t have met my girlfriend,” Jake continued, “When I finished crying, I prayed for a while. I really spoke about everything with the Lord, talked about the things I hadn’t updated him on while I was busy with Stacey. Asked him to forgive me for missing church a few times… You know. In the end I also asked him for guidance.” 

“A week later, as I’m still unpacking boxes in my college dorm room, I find that my grandmother has packed me a memory box of my grandfather’s stuff. In that box there’s a pack of letters from my grandfather. He described what it was like to fly and it resonated in me so much that I signed up for the Navy the next day. If I had been with Stacey, I’m sure she’d have talked me out of it. But I signed up for the Navy, went to Top Gun and then I met my girlfriend. She’s everything I have ever prayed for,” Jake finished quietly. He hadn't confessed that to many people. 

Peter considered him for a moment before asking, “Do you think that she was sent to you?” 

Jake let out a laugh, “I don’t know what I did to deserve her but yes, I think she was. But you have to remember that the Lord makes things happen in His own time. I had to wait a few years before I got her, but there was a reason for that, I just don’t know it.” 

“Do you think that you ever will?” he asked Jake. 

It was Jake’s turn to think for a moment, “No, but I don’t think I need to. We need to trust that the Lord has a plan for us, and he will reward our faithfulness and devotion to him with what we need when we need it.” 

Peter nodded. Jake gave him a kind smile before standing up, “Who’s ready for s’mores?”

Jake and Bob made their way to his truck, grabbing the s’mores stuff from the back seat. Before they rejoined the group around the campfire, Jake asked, “You don’t think that was too much do you?”

“Nah, I think you gave him some good stuff to think about. Maybe he will pray on it too,” Bob said, patting Jake on the back, “At least I know you gave me some stuff to pray about.” 

Jake grabbed Bob’s shoulder, “Hey man, I know you’ve had an eye on Maria, and I’m happy for you, just treat her right, okay?”

Jake saw a tint of red come over Bob’s cheeks, “Yeah, I have no doubt that she wouldn’t stand for anything less.” 

“Alright then,” Jake said, “Let’s get these kids some s’mores before their parents come.” 

Bob busied himself distributing the ingredients, and giving each kid a plate and a napkin while Jake stoked the fire. When he sat back down on the log, Jake found that Peter had moved to sit next to him. 

“Can I ask a question?” he asked, his voice sounding a little apprehensive. When Jake nodded, Peter took a deep breath in, “How do I pray? -- I mean I know how to pray, and like, I know the types of prayer but I mean, you know, how do I pray?”

“You’re going to have to be a little clearer,” Jake said. Peter smiled a little.

“You said that your girl was everything you prayed for. I pray everyday: I pray the rosary, I pray the Our Father, I try to talk to the Lord but I don’t know if I’m doing it right,” Peter explained.

Jake was quiet for a minute, thinking his answer through, “Well, the rosary is great, and the Our Father is too, but I think you’re looking at it wrong. You’re looking at prayer like it’s something on your to do list, talking to the Good Lord is more something that needs to be on a schedule, like -- err -- meeting a friend for coffee. Next time you try and sit down with God, maybe look at it like updating your dad on your life, you know? Like you tell him what you’ve been doing, how you’ve been doing. You talk to him about your plans, your hopes, your dreams and what you’re scared of. Just be casual if you have to, you know, just as long as you get the words out. I know some people who write down prayers if they can’t say them, there’s no wrong way, I don’t think. Just make sure that you tell him you love him, you know? Like you’d tell your dad. Tell him you love him and that you’re grateful for the life you have. The Lord put a lot of work into making your life perfect for you, it’s important we let him know we appreciate it.”

Peter was quiet for a moment, drinking in the conversation. Next to Jake, Bob had picked up his guitar. He had put it on his knee, one arm ready to tune the strings, but he hadn’t moved while Jake spoke. Jake felt himself grow self conscious. 

“Maybe -- err -- maybe Bob or Freddie can give a different opinion?” He stuttered out. 

Freddie opened his mouth, but Bob interrupted, “No, I think you explained it very well,” he said, giving Jake a smile.

“It was very genuine,” Peter said, looking at him, “You’re good at this. You’re good at speaking about the Lord and helping people find their ways.”

Jake nodded, “I wanted to be a priest when I was little. I figured learning how to speak was a good idea,” he explained.

“I mean yeah, but that was -- you can’t learn how to find the right words. That’s just you,” Bob said, gently patting his back.

“Was that before Stacey Callahan?” Peter asked, Jake nodded with a shy smile, “So, when you signed up for the navy, being a youth minister was kind of your backup plan?” Peter questioned.

“No. When I signed up for the navy, I figured I had left that all behind, but then I went to Top Gun, managed to piss everyone off and made a grand total of one friend. I was just really lonely, so I went to church on a random Tuesday at like, eleven pm and I was expecting to find it closed. But when I pushed the door, the lock gave way and the door opened. I just kind of walked in and kneeled in front of the altar and prayed for a while.” Jake explained, “Then, I felt a hand on my shoulder and I just about jumped out of my skin, when I turned around Father John was just standing there. I think he thought I was drunk or something, but I stood up, explained everything and told him I was missing home. Halfway through he interrupted me and asked if I wanted to be a youth minister, he thought it would suit me. I said yes and here I am now.”

“Peter’s right, you do know how to tell a story,” one of the girls asked. Jake had felt them looking at him from their log for the entirety of his conversation with Peter. “Why don’t you do the abstinence talk? I bet we’d understand things so much more,” she added. 

Bob had chosen that very unfortunate moment to be drinking from his coke. As soon as she spoke, a laugh came out of his throat and made him choke on the soda, Jake patted him on the back, trying to hide his deer-in-the-headlights look.

“Yeah, Jake,” Bob coughed, “Why don’t you do the talk about abstinence?”

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The mess hall was booming with people excitedly chatting about the family day that was about to start. With five minutes left to wait on the clock, phones were starting to ring and buzz and siblings had started flocking together. Fanboy had found his sister and had dragged her away from her own friends to join his. Vegas had been dragged away by her brother and Harvard and his brothers had decided to meet in the middle and commandeer a separate table so the four of them could chat and wait. Eventually though, they all joined your table and soon enough, everyone was yelling over everyone else trying to get themselves heard.

“I would appreciate it if you kept the noise down,” Admiral Simpson spoke, his stern voice cutting right through the excitement, “Captain Mitchell, keep your students under control,” he added. Maverick nodded quietly with the facial expression of a man who had no intention of doing what he was told. 

“Dove, Lieutenant Floyd, you seem to be the only ones here not screaming. Help Captain Mitchell keep it down,” he added, shooting you and Bob a look.

“Yeah, sure thing Dad,” you said with a laugh as Bob chuckled into his drink, knowing very well that nothing anyone could say would keep this bunch calm. If family day hadn’t excited them to that point, the seventeen disposable cups of coffee currently littering the table would be enough to cause a commotion. 

It took a second for it to dawn on you but as soon as you had finished your sentence the table had gone quiet.

“Did you just call Admiral Simpson dad?” Vegas snorted. 

The table roared with laughter at your mistake, only Jake and Bob remained serious. You felt a deep blush creep up your face, turning you a lovely shade of fuschia. Seeing your embarrassment, Cyclone decided to step in.

“Your sister’s called, they’ll be late. Although I don’t know why they bother to warn us, I swear Annie would show up late to her own funeral,” he said.

“Wait,” Fanboy said, the smile that had been plastered on his face slowly sliding off, “Are you serious? Is Cyclone your dad?”

“Admiral Simpson, Lieutenant Garcia. And yes, we are serious. Now keep it down,” he said, shooting you a wink, and patting Bob on the back as a goodbye gesture. In the distance you could see Cyclone removing the phone from his back pocket.

Dadclone: Hope they don’t give you too much shit for this…

You could see him standing by the vending machine, pushing a coin into the slot and punching in some numbers, a mischievous smirk plastered on his face. 

‘Bullshit, you live for this,’ you texted back.

Cyclone moved away from the vending machine to stand in the queue for a coffee. He picked up two cups and filled one with black coffee, the other he filled up to the halfway mark and poured milk in to make up the rest. He typed a text with one hand as he fitted the lids on top of the cups.

Dadclone: Watch your language.

Dadclone: (You are right, I live for this)

You let out a chuckle.

‘You evil evil man,’ you replied.

Dadclone: :’)

Dadclone: It’s my revenge for that stupid music set. Just so you know, Elisabeth has already lost a third of it.

Dadclone: Accidentally of course.

‘Of course.’

Cyclone was making his way back to your table. Without saying a word he deposited the two cups of coffee in front of you and Bob, keeping the double decker chocolate bar for himself. Leaving you in the aftermath of his kind gesture with a shit eating grin on his face. Once he had disappeared back into the corridor, your phone buzzed again.

Dadclone: I like being your dad.

The table had been eerily quiet up until that point. Bob raised up the coffee cup to his lips and winced at the boiling hot liquid. On the table, you could see him tapping three of his fingers. He removed a finger, winking at you as you picked up your own coffee and sipped. As his last finger disappeared, Rooster opened his mouth.

“Wow, Hangman… Admiral’s daughter, huh?” Bradley laughed, easing the tension around the table. A few still exchanged nervous glances and Halo looked stupefied, but most had returned to their conversations.

“In my defence, I didn’t know until after Christmas,” Jake replied, shooting you a wink. 

“I spent so many evenings telling you what a hot piece of ass I thought that man was and NEVER did you think to mention he was your DAD?!” Halo shouted so loud that half the mess hall turned to look around. Phoenix choked on her coffee and Coyote patted her back.

“Awww, Halo has a cruush” Fanboy sang, “Halo and Cyclone sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G”

“Leave me alone. There’s nothing wrong with liking older guys,” she said, offended by their teasing. When the boys laughed at her statement, she added, “Why are you fixating on that when he clearly seemed familiar with Bob too. I mean, he gave him a coffee.” 

“I -- maybe -- there’s nothing weird about bringing me a coffee… ‘t’s just a nice gesture,” Bob said, getting quieter as the sentence went on.

Fanboy turned towards him, “No, actually it’s totally not normal. Spill, are you like his kid too,” he joked. Bob thought about it for a moment and Fanboy groaned, hanging his head low.

“I have used too many insults to describe that man around you in the last three years…” he lamented, “You could have just told me, or y’know, asked me to stop, dropped a hint, just give me any indication that saying Cyclone had a stick so far up his ass that he could probably taste it was not a good idea…” 

“Hey man, it’s alright, you didn’t know,” Bob said, trying to make him feel better. 

At that moment Maverick called through the mess hall, “Alright everyone, let's get out to the hanger, they’re about to let people in.” 

When the clock ticked eleven people began streaming through the bases’ gates. The team stood in front of the hangar with Maverick, waiting to be spotted. Penny and Amelia were the first to make their way. Harvard’s family joined them in second, followed by Coyote’s, Halo’s, Yale’s and then, Phoenix’s. Chatter filled the echoing space, making it seem much more crowded than it actually was. 

“I’m going to get some fresh air,” you told Jake, who was deep in conversation with Coyote. He smiled at you in acknowledgement. 

You found an overturned metal box to sit on, not wanting to get your uniform dirty. 

San Diego had been unusually rainy for the past two weeks, soaking everything in a coat of mud and watermarks. But today, as if the sky had known about family day on base, the clouds had vanished to make way for a beautiful blue sky, golden sun and warm temperature. The only reminder of the almost constant storm left were the puddles yet to dry on the tarmac. 

“Got room for one more?” Bob asked, gently pushing you to the side of your box so he could keep himself dry too. 

“Maria is coming,” you said.

Bob turned away from you slightly so you wouldn’t catch his smile, “I know. She texted me, we’re going on a date tonight,” he said, forgetting to hide his grin, “You sure Jake doesn’t have a problem with it?” Bob asked, with worry in his tone.

Jake had gone through stages. At first he had been accepting, then, after a week, he had grown crabby at the thought of his baby sister possibly dating one of his friends, and now, he had turned right around to be accepting. You knew though, that deep down, Jake was excited about having Bob as a brother. 

“No,” you said, “he’s happy for you. He knows you’ll treat Maria right, and he knows that if you don’t Maria will be more than happy to set you straight,” you added. Bob chuckled a little.

“Speaking of, I think that’s them, isn’t it?” he said, pointing towards a group of people now making their way to hangar six. Even in the distance, you could see Isabella’s exasperated facial expression and Tony’s shit eating grin. 

Maria waved at you and you waved back, next to you, Bob jumped up from his seat and dusted off his uniform with a deep exhale. He looked at you with a smile, “I have it bad, right?”

“I don’t think you’ll recover,” you joked as Jake’s family steadily approached. They were now only a few feet away. 

“Y/n , it is so good to see you!” Isabella said, kissing your cheeks before moving on to Bob, “Where is my son?” she asked.

Jake stepped out of the hangar behind her as soon as he heard her voice. Despite having excused himself from whatever conversation he had been engaged in inside, Coyote and Fanboy had followed him out. Jake hadn’t invited anyone to family day before and everyone was curious to know the people responsible for Hangman. You could see in their faces that they hadn’t expected Isabella and Giovanni, however. 

“I’m here. I’m here --” Jake started.

“Pensavo di averti cresciuto meglio! Smetti di rispondere a tua madre!” Isabella chastised him, clearly upset Jake had turned off his phone. 

“Il mio telefono ha esaurito la batteria,” Jake lied. When he caught your eye, he winked, you knew damn well his phone hadn’t died, "Buongiorno" he told everyone. 

“Ci presenti i tuoi amici?” Tony asked, nodding towards Fanboy and Coyote who had now been joined by Rooster and Maverick. They too seemed to be waiting for an introduction.

“Sure. Can we switch back to english?” Jake said, sounding a little annoyed at the show his family was putting on. 

Giovanni huffed, “Come mai? L'italiano non ti basta adesso? Stai diventando un americano?” his voice had been meant as a joking jab, you’re sure, but there was real venom in the words, ‘Italian not good enough for you? Are you becoming American?’

Jake rolled his eyes, ignoring his father’s outraged questions, “This is Fanboy,” he tapped the man on his shoulder, Mickey waved a little, “This is Coyote, he’s my friend from the academy,” Javi nodded slightly, “This is Rooster,” he turned towards Tony, “guarda quei ridicoli baffi.”

“Hey!” Rooster exclaimed at Jake’s jab, “Watch what you’re saying, I do speak Italian. And my moustache is classy, not ridiculous. ”

“You speak Italian?” Jake asked, surprised. 

“Yeah I was stationed in Rome for a year after Top Gun,” Rooster explained, “I picked up some of the language.” he shrugged. Jake looked a little impressed. 

“This is Maverick,” he said, pointing at the instructor standing next to Rooster, “Do you speak Italian?” he asked, when Mav shook his head, he turned back to his family, “E quello che ho buttato fuori dal bar,” he said towards Tony. He’d told the story of throwing Mav out of the bar a million times by now and it never failed to make others laugh. Tony tried to hold in a smile.

“It’s not the full team, but everyone else is busy. We might see them later though,” Jake concluded, “Now, what are you doing here. I don’t remember inviting you,” he told Tony.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I forgot, Jake Seresin is too cool for his family. First you renounce Italian, now your brother… What’s next? The Catholic church?” Tony replied, earning himself some shocked gasps from his wife and mother and a sharp pinch on the arm from his father.

“Non scherziamo su cose del genere,” Giovanni Senior growled menacingly. Jake looked at his brother for a moment as Tony tried to evade his gaze. Implying a rejection of the Catholic church was almost a death sentence for the Seresins, which Tony wouldn’t even think of doing under normal circumstances. Jake narrowed his eyes suspiciously.

“What are you hiding?” Jake asked. Everyone turned around to look at Tony. He’d never been good under stress, you had seen it when the boys had played poker at Christmas. Tony had a tick, whenever he bluffed, or someone asked something that made him uncomfortable, his eyebrow twitched. You saw the concentration in Tony’s face as he desperately tried to control the muscle.

He was saved from his involuntary muscle spasm when Annie shouted your name, her long blonde hair flowing in the wind as she ran towards you, and Audrey hot on her heels. You detached yourself from the group and joined them halfway. 

“Oh my God, I have missed you so much!” she exclaimed, grabbing your face in both of her hands and kissing your forehead, “Look at you! You look gorgeous!” 

Annie engulfed you in a bone breaking hug, “Annie, let her breathe for a moment,” Audrey said, engulfing you in her own arms as soon as her eldest sister let go. 

“I thought I heard a noise!” Cyclone’s voice rang behind you, “How is it that in a base full of people, I can only hear you?” he joked.

“It’s because you love us. Your ears are trained to recognise our voices,” Annie joked, hugging him tightly, this time Audrey didn’t wait for her sister to let go before hugging too. 

“I do love you, you are right.” he said, hugging back, “So, have you two met Y/n’s boyfriend yet, or will this be the first time?”

“We briefly met on the phone,” Jake replied for them, coming up behind you and wrapping his arms around your shoulders, “Ladies, it is a pleasure to finally meet in person.”

“Huh,” Annie said, “I thought you’d be taller.”

“Yeah, I’m the runt of the litter,” he joked, nodding back to Tony and Giovanni who were standing there talking to Maverick, towering over everyone else, “I make up for it in humour though,” he said, earning himself an approving smile off of Audrey.

“Well, it’s lovely to meet you too. You really should introduce her to your friend, she might lighten up a little,” Audrey laughed while Annie rolled her eyes, “It would be good for you. You wouldn’t smother me as much,” she turned towards you, “She tried tying my shoelaces for me this morning.”

Audrey put down her handbag and took off her scarf, swinging it over Cyclone’s shoulder before taking off her coat and folding it into her bag.

“I work in a nursery, it’s a habit,” Annie defended herself, “But please do introduce me to your friend,” she asked Jake, a hint of desperation in her voice.

“Now, which friend are we talking about?” Cyclone interjected, placing a protective arm over Annie and Audrey’s shoulders.

“Rooster,” you and Jake answered simultaneously. Cyclone paused for a minute. He looked at Bradley and then at Annie, “I can see it,” he said.

“Girls, as much as I would love to show you around with Y/n, I have some work to do. I won’t be free today. Maybe we can grab a coffee tomorrow and catch up?” he added.

“Sure,” you agreed, turning away to walk back to the hangar, “Come on, I’ll show you my plane.” 

Cyclone had already walked away when Audrey realised he had taken her scarf with him. “Admiral,” she screamed with no effect, “Admiral,” she tried again. So much for only being able to hear them, you could see her think, “DAD!” she finally screamed, taking a leaf out of your book. He turned around with a puzzled look. As Audrey tapped her own shoulder, Cyclone looked down to find what had caused the commotion. He jogged back towards them and gave it back with a kiss to her cheek, before kissing you and Annie on the forehead one last time. 

Jake pressed a kiss to your head, “I’m going to show my family around but we should get dinner together tonight okay?”

“Sounds good,” you said, giving him a brilliant smile and a kiss on his lips, “I love you.” 

“I love you too,” he said back before turning to your sisters, “Have a good day ladies, I’ll see you again tonight.” 

“Bye Jake,” Annie and Audrey called out after him. They both turned to you then, Audrey speaking first, “Okay so I know we said he was liquid fire on that video call but damn Y/N, he is like molten lava in person. I need to find myself a fighter pilot.” 

You laughed at her, “Well lucky for you there is a whole base of them here.” 

Before they could continue on the conversation you started to walk away from them, “Come on, let’s go see my plane.” 

Following behind you, your sisters chatted, occasionally pulling you into the conversation as well. The day on base passed quickly. Annie and Audrey oo-ed and ah-ed over your plane and the different training equipment that they saw as well as some of the other equipment that the Navy had brought out for the day. By the time the afternoon set in, you were exhausted and your voice was tired of being used. 

“Do you two want to come back to my apartment before dinner?” you asked them, “I bought a bottle or two of that wine we like.” 

“That sounds lovely,” Annie said, trying to fan herself with a pamphlet that she had picked up along the way, “Indiana is brutal but it is hot hot hot, today.” 

You laughed, “Yeah, you get used to it,” you said, walking with them back to the parking lot. 

They climbed into your car chatting the whole way home. All three of you let out sighs as the cool air inside the apartment hit your hot bodies. Annie sat down on the couch and took off her shoes, “This is what heaven feels like,” she said as she laid her head back on the cushion.

You and Audrey laughed as you popped open the bottle of wine, “Now it’s heaven,” you said, passing her a glass. 

It was only three and you had agreed to meet Jake and his family for dinner around five. When you made the plans with him that morning, he promised to pick you and your sisters up. When the three of you were together things had a tendency to get rowdy quickly, and today was no exception. 

The two hours passed quickly, and promptly at five there was a sharp knock on the door. You practically skipped down the hall before wrenching the door open, and excited, “Jakey!’ leaving your mouth. 

“Darlin’,” he said questioningly, accepting the hug that you pulled him into before pushing you back slightly to see why you were in such a good mood. The loud laughter coming from within the apartment as well as the sound of pop music started to clue him into what you had been up to, he cracked a smile before asking, “You doin’ some pregaming?” 

You laughed, “Well when we got back a glass of wine sounded so nice, but now that I think about it, I can’t remember the last time we ate.” 

Jake shook his head, “Well we better get you ladies to dinner then, are you ready?” 

Pulling him into the apartment, you pushed the door closed, “I think so, let me gather them up.” 

The drive to the Hard Deck was interesting from Jake’s perspective. The three women with him kept singing to the radio and every now and then Annie and Audrey would let out loud awes at your hand holding. 

When you got there, Jake helped you out of his truck before leading everyone inside. His family had gotten there early, claiming a table towards the back of the place. The kitchen was open until ten so there was plenty of time still to order food. As the night progressed, you had sobered up, but your sisters were down to have a good time. 

Tony had his hands full trying to keep up dancing with Audrey, he was the only one you trusted to make sure she didn’t wander off, and you were sure that Sofia wouldn’t mind since she hadn’t been able to come. 

You had lost sight of Annie a few hours ago, but Jake had eased your anxious looks when he pointed her and Rooster out to you, they were leaned up against the bar talking. 

As Tony and Audrey rejoined you and Jake at the table, he looked at his brother, “So Tony, where is Sofia, I would have loved to see her here.” 

His eyebrow started twitching, “Ah…well you know…she was feeling a bit under the weather…thought it might be a cold…so she decided to stay home.” 

Jake laughed deeply, “Just tell us Tony, you’re a shit liar.” 

Tony grumbled, “Oh lei mi ucciderà…She will kill me, I swear… Sofia is pregnant!” he finished excitedly. 

Everyone at the table cheered, Isabella even going as far as shedding a few tears, “Mio figlio, my son, another baby! How exciting!” 

“I knew you were hiding something!” Jake cheered, “Congratulations man! How’s Sofia feeling about it?”

“She was over the moon when we found out and now that the morning sickness is in full swing, she glares at me whenever I enter a room…” Tony joked, “I get it though, she’s having a rough go of it. It was the same with Catalina, so hopefully it eases up as the pregnancy goes on.” 

Jake nodded, his mouth opened to say something, but you spoke first, “How is Catalina?”

“We haven’t told her yet. You guys are actually the first to know, so I would appreciate it if you kept it quiet.” Tony said, addressing the last part to the whole table.

Everyone chimed in with ‘of course’’s and ‘for sure’’s, and Tony relaxed, everyone had noticed how tense he was before but nobody had said anything about it. 

You looked around, realising that you hadn’t seen Maria and Bob in a while. Turning to Jake, you asked, “What are Maria and Bob up to tonight?” 

“Well Maria said that he was taking her to the boardwalk, they are going to take the ferry into San Diego for part of the night I think, there was a street fair or something he had heard about,” Jake whispered in your ear, not wanting the rest of his family to spoil their night. 

“Oh that’s nice for them,” you said, glancing down at your watch, “We should probably leave soon, or these two will be nightmares to get to church tomorrow morning.” 

Jake laughed, “Alright, let's round them up then.” 

He drove you home, the truck quiet except for the sound of the wind blowing through the open windows. In the distance you could hear the gentle melody of fairground music rising through the air. You smiled at Jake, “We should go some day.” 

“Sure, I thought you didn’t like rollercoasters, though,” Jake said, giving you a nervous look. 

“I’m sure I’ll be okay with what they have, if not, I guess I’ll just have to hold your candy cane,” you replied, moving your hand from your lap to rest on top of his over the gear stick.

Your phone buzzed in your lap. You unlocked the device to see a text from Bob, it was a picture. The photograph had been taken from the top of the ferris wheel where Bob and seemed to be sitting with one arm over Mara’s shoulders. She was leaning into him, her head on his shoulder and one of her hands laying flat against his torso. Behind them, the San Diego skyline stretched far, the lights and lamps throughout the city shining bright in the phone’s front facing camera. Another text came in a minute later, “Thinking of you guys, did you have a nice evening?”

“I take it it’s going well?” you texted back, “Evening went well, my sisters got plastered.”

Bobby boy: Yes! We’re getting off the wheel now, I think we’re going for hot dogs after. Nice, I want to meet them properly, they seem fun.

“We’re meeting dad for lunch after church tomorrow, tag along?” you asked. Bob sent back a yellow thumbs up.

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The next morning was rough to say the least. Your sisters awoke with moans and groans from all the drinks the night before, but after a few Tylenol and a cup of coffee each, they were up and ready to go. The drive to church was quiet save for the praise playlist that you had turned on. 

When you arrived, they both got out, pinning their chapel veils to their heads. This is the part of the day that you were dreading the most. You pulled out the chapel veil that Jake bought you for Christmas and began pinning it to your head. Upon seeing the lace fabric that you were using, Annie and Audrey both stopped walking beside you. 

“Y/N, what is that?” Annie asked quietly. 

“What?” you asked, trying to play dumb. 

Audrey sighed, “Don’t play dumb. That’s a new chapel veil.”

“Yeah,” you said quietly, “Jake got it for me.” 

“Why did he do that?” they both asked. 

“Um…because he wanted to be nice?” you said, but the nerves laced into your voice gave you away. 

“What happened to grandma’s?” Annie asked, her face more stern than you had ever seen it. 

“Um…about that…when I was at Jake’s family’s for Thanksgiving his niece went through my bag and she accidentally ripped it…she is only two and she didn’t know better, but its…its ruined,” you said, tears coming to your eyes once again at the thought of what happened. 

Annie’s face softened at that, and she pulled you into a hug, “Hey, it's alright. You took such good care of it for so many years, something was bound to happen sooner or later.” 

At that moment, you felt a hand on your back, Annie let you go and you turned to see Jake, he was giving you a concerned look, “You okay?” 

You nodded, wiping away your tears, “Yeah, I’m alright.” 

He pulled you into his side, squeezing you there gently before taking your hand in his and leading the way into the church. Audrey and Annie sat with the two of you in the back row, Jake’s family sitting to his right and you and your sisters sitting to his left. A few minutes before mass started, Cyclone came in with Elizabeth and joined the group on your side of the pew. 

Jake still pressed a kiss to your cheek when sharing peace and held your hand during the Our Father. At the end of mass, he bid you goodbye, pressing a kiss to your forehead, “I’ll see you after your lunch?” he asked. 

“Yeah, I’ll let you know once I get these two dropped off at the airport,” you replied smiling. 

Jake bid your sisters goodbye before leaving with his own family, they were headed to their own breakfast before the Seresin clan headed back to Texas. They all gave you a hug, Isabella pressing a gentle kiss to both of your cheeks, before they climbed into Giovanni Senior’s truck and followed Jake into town. 

The diner you were meeting Cyclone at was just down the street. Annie and Audrey took off their chapel veils and tucked them into their luggage carefully before the three of you drove to breakfast, parking the car next to Elizabeth’s SUV and Bob’s Astra

“Hey kids,” Cyclone called out, ushering his brood into the diner, “You ready for some breakfast?” 

“Ready as ever Dad,” Annie called out with a smile, the three of you making your way up the stairs into the building. 

Cyclone gave each of you a side hug, holding the door open and bringing up the back just behind you. Your group was crowded together for a minute before the hostess had gathered enough menus to take you to a table. 

The eleven of you enjoyed the meal and at the end, with much protesting from Annie, Audrey, Bob, and yourself, Cyclone picked up the whole bill, simply saying, “I don’t get to take my adoptive kids out to breakfast as much as I would like, let me treat you.” 

When it was time to be headed to the airport you all made your goodbyes. Annie and Audrey were both a little tearful when giving Cyclone and Elizabeth hugs. They might not be your parents, but they were sure as hell the closest thing you had for a long time. 

You dropped your sisters off at the airport with hugs, tears, and the promise that you would see them on your next long leave. You stood at the bottom of the escalators watching as they rose to the security floor, giving one last wave before they were out of sight. 

Climbing back in your car, you sent Jake a text. 

Girls dropped off, heading home :(

Jakey <3: I’ll meet you there. 

Jakey <3: My family just left too. 

While family day was nice, it was always hard saying goodbye. As if the weather could sense your mood, it started to rain softly on your way home. Jake was waiting for you at your apartment when you arrived, and he had already picked out a movie to watch. You smiled when you recognized the beginning of the film, Pride and Prejudice (2005) was your comfort movie. You hadn’t mentioned that to Jake more than once, but he must have remembered. 

After changing from your church dress to a pair of warm sweatpants and a t-shirt you snuggled up next to him on the couch. You laid your head on his shoulder, inhaling his clean, manly scent. He squeezed you to his side, no words were needed to communicate the melancholy that you were feeling. The afternoon passed in a blur and the last thing you thought before falling asleep was how even the stupidly handsome Matthew Macfayden had nothing on how Jake had looked while standing in the rain. 

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WASHING MACHINE HEART- EDDIE MUNSON

Genre: Angst

Summary: Reader was a freak just like Eddie but she join the cheer leading group which is where Chrissy Cunningham was popular. As she died, Eddie like Chrissy and see the reader as the dead Chrissy.

Warning: none

Eddie had been friends with you since elementary so you knew about his feelings for one and only Chrissy Cunningham. And it's not new for you to see him looking at her everytime she walked passed the hallway most of the time.

"we have a meeting later for my campaign." Eddie said as he leaned at his locker watching you fixed your things.

"what? can you just postpone it? i have something to do later." you said and Eddie was super confused as he never recall you saying other agendas for today.

"you never told me anything about that super important something later. are you hiding something from me? you know that I'll figure it out right?" he asked as you closed the locker but Eddie's eyes never left from you.

"i have a cheer leading audition later. it's my chance to be a cheer leader." you said and Eddie was a bit confused and hurt. Questions are appearing in his mind. Why does she needs to be a cheer leader? Does she hate being with the freak like me?

"you're overthinking, Eddie." you spoke to caught his attention again.

"it's just why do you have to be a cheer leader? i am fine having a freak best friend." He said as he wrapped his arms at your shoulders but took it off when Chrissy walked passed the hall again.

"hello (your name)! see you at the audition." Chrissy said with a smile that I think caused Eddie to die while you're in the same situation because you feel like you want to die seeing him being happy with someone else.

When you were younger, your mother told you that love is something you feel for someone that you think is the one guy that you'll marry but she never told you that it will hurt so much. It's just something that learn growing up as you saw Eddie being in love with Chrissy.

You're supposed to seat beside Eddie at your last class but Chrissy was already sitting beside him. Eddie looked at you and he noticed something's wrong but as soon as the class ended, you went to the girl's bathroom to saw someone from the cheer leading squad was in the bathroom that looks like puking at the toilet bowl.

"are you okay?" you asked and the voice responded. it's Chrissy's voice.

"I'm fine go away." She said and even though you want to help, you left her in there alone.

You went to the court to start your audition as you were performing your audition performance, the judges seems to like your moves and luckily you passed the audition.

You're excited to tell Eddie about it and you know that he'll probably be in your his favorite spot. You're running from happiness and as soon as you reached the table where you two would always hang out, you saw Chrissy talking to Eddie and they are laughing. Seeing the look in Eddie's eyes, the spark was never big when he's with you. It hurt to see everything so you had to walk out of the scene but as Eddie looked at side, he saw you walking out.

You walked home because of the pain that you carry in your heart. You're as blonde as Chrissy and you had those perfect smile too but the only problem is you're still not her. Something about her makes him laugh more than you can. As you reached your house, your mom was in there cooking dinner.

"good afternoon sweetheart! Where's Eddie?" Your mom asked but you didn't answer as you just went straight to your bed and let your body throw yourself at the bed as you sobbed in there.

Eddie thought you're waiting for him at the van but as soon as he walked inside, there's no sign of you. So he thought you pulled a prank on him hiding at the sides of the van or even under. He even asked other students if they saw you and that's when he found out that you walked home. He was confused but brush it off.

Next day, he went to your house to pick you up but your mom said that you already left and once again, that made Eddie confuse as he started to think what kind of problems had caused you to stay away from him. You were at all of the classes but you didn't nor give Eddie a look. You just sat there pretending that you didn't know anyone from the class but it's hard because you could feel Eddie looking at you. At lunch, you grabbed your food as you went to the popular table and they gladly accepted you.

"nice to know that I'm not the only freak here." Lucas whispered to you but you ignore him.

"being a freak is a lifestyle trust me we'll always be freaks even if we became popular." She responded as she ate her food and Lucas knew something was wrong.

Meanwhile, Dustin was confused because during lunchtime you sat beside him and share food with each other as you looked at Eddie drooling over Chrissy.

"what happened to (your name)?" Dustin asked to Eddie.

"i don't know Henderson. She just stopped talking to me." Eddie said and Dustin glanced at you as you laughed with Lucas pretending to have a great time but honestly you want to eat this lunch at the bathroom. That's just in the first day of you not talking to Eddie and now it's been months since you stopped talking to him. Just a week ago, Chrissy was announced dead at Jason's apartment with bones snapped. You know that it's been tough for Eddie loosing Chrissy but as far as you know they didn't date and Eddie was just a friend to Chrissy.

You looked at your Queen tape as you put the tape in your Walkman and walked out of the school. You're in your spot again but this time alone listening to your tapes when Eddie came out of nowhere.

"(your name)." His voice calling your name was like the sound of ocean and waves soothing your day.

"what do you need Eddie?" You asked as he sat in front of you.

"It's been a month since you've ignore me and I don't know what I did wrong!" He said to you but you try to stay with a neutral face but tears started to form from your eyes.

"you want to know why I stopped talking to you?! it's because I'm in love with you and you're in love with Chrissy! Have you even thought about me? It's always her. She's dead but it's still her." You yelled pointing your finger as him

Eddie was shocked to that from you knowing that you had kept this feelings for a long time. He just sat in there dumbfounded.

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