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sunflowergirl522 · 1 year

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She Moves in Her Own Way

Pairing: Rickstar!Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: Eddie gets interviewed and he answers questions about his love life while reminiscing.

Word count: 1932

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“So Eddie,” the interviewer says, crossing her leg over the other where she sits across from the rockstar, “people are dying to know what your mystery girl is like. You’re rarely pictured with her and no one can seem to get you to say who she is.”

Eddie sits up straighter in his seat as you become the topic of conversation. He had been starting to get a little bored, slumping a bit. He didn’t even want to do this interview for some teen magazine he’s never even heard of. He only agreed to it because when he brought it up to you you got all excited because apparently you used to read them throughout high school.

“Yeah, I like to keep her to myself. I don’t want to see a bunch of lies about her in the media, y'know? I’ve seen it happen to enough people in my line of work.”

“Do you think you could tell us what about her caught your eye?” Eddie wants to laugh at the question, he figured this was what whoever was interviewing him would want to talk about, his love life. Why else would he be getting interviewed, surely teen girls don’t care about what got him into music and why it means so much to him. But then again you did, you always did.

“She started as my best friend back in high school. She was always sticking with me and up for me even after she graduated and I failed.” Eddie gets a goofy grin on his face as he starts talking about you. “One thing led to another and she’s been my everything since.”

You and Eddie had been acquaintances in elementary and middle school and became closer in high school when you got paired up for a project freshman year. You claimed him as your best friend after he punched an older kid for making fun of you. You’ve even returned the favor before by getting into a fight with the girl who first started calling Eddie a freak. He had to be the one to break up the fight by pulling you off of her.

You’ve always supported him too both with the club and when he started his band back up with Jeff, Gareth, and Adam. Even though with practices, meetings, and your college classes after you started them the two of your schedules almost never matched up to hang out. You still made it to each and every one of his shows most of the time just to talk to him afterward.

“So you’ve been together since high school?”

“No, it wasn’t until she was almost done with her major that I finally worked up the nerve to say anything. She was helping me get ready to leave for the band's first small tour and I had a feeling of it’s now or never. And then she made me wait until we got back to give me an answer.”

The urge that he had to ask you now before anyone could scoop you up while he’s gone came while he watched you laugh at something Gareth had said while you were saying bye to everyone. The last thing he wanted to happen was that boy from your English class getting to see you laugh like that and falling in love and next thing Eddie knows he’s being invited to your wedding.

“I can’t believe you’re choosing school over us Sweetheart.” He teased while wrapping you up in his arms causing you to laugh.

“Maybe if it was just a week Eds, but I don’t think my teachers will like me being out for a month. I’ll miss you though, it’s gonna be weird not having you around.” You buried your head in his chest squeezing him tighter.

“You’ll get along just fine without me distractin’ you from all your studies. I’ll miss you too though.” He just held you to him for a while before speaking again. “You wanna go out to a movie or get a nice dinner or something when I get back?” You pulled away just enough to look at him and give him a playful smile.

“Edward Munson, are you asking me out?”

“Uh yeah, yeah I am.”

“Well it’s about time.”

“Is that a yes?” Eddie quirked an eyebrow smiling down at you. You hummed and tapped your chin in mock contemplacey.

“Hmm, I’ll let you know when you get back. You gotta go or you’ll be late.” You reached up to kiss his cheek before stepping away completely. “Bye Eds, love ya!” And you waved as Jeff called his name and he had to climb into the bus.

“What’s she like? If you don’t mind me asking, that is.” Eddie smiles at her words every other interviewer that has tried asking about you just basically demanded the information and he had immediately shut them down without thinking twice.

Even if they had asked like this he would’ve said no because he was never sure what you would think of having the world know stuff about you but this time he knew you didn’t care. When he was contemplating doing the interview and you got excited he complained about how the questions would probably mainly be about his love life. You had just shrugged and told him to do it anyway and that you didn’t care about everyone finding out about you as long as he didn’t care.

He did care but this time he was asked so nicely that he would give as much information as he could without giving away any details that would lead people to figure out who you are.

“I love her because she moves in her own way. Her fashion sense is god awful because she dresses like a muppet. Almost all she listens to is disco and she has the most bizarre movies memorized. And she’s probably the kindest person I’ve ever met who’s always watching out for the ones she cares about.” Especially the kids in your life. When you met Dustin and the gang you had immediately hopped into older sister mode and had them imprinting on you like ducklings.

And you’re one of the best teachers Eddie’s ever seen. He was lucky that you agreed to tutor him that last senior year even though you had your own classes to focus on because without you he probably would’ve failed again and he honestly would’ve just dropped out at that point. And you’re constantly helping the kids with their school work when they need it. When Will and El moved back to Hawkins you had helped catch them up with what was being taught there because their school in Cali had been behind.

Watching you interact and help El is something else really. You’re so patient with her and constantly helping her catch up to kids her own age since she’s so behind because of being stuck in the lab her whole childhood. She’s made amazing progress thanks to your help.

And he’s seen how you interact with your students at Hawkins middle school. Each one gets a special form of special treatment and you almost always make yourself easily accessible during school hours, staying late in your classroom during the after school activities in case one of them needs you. Dustin compared you to his old teacher Mr. Clarke and your face lit up like the fourth of July before saying thanks and told him all about how he became your mentor since you started teaching.

“She sounds wonderful! What was it that made you realize you were in love with her?”

“I think I was for a while before I said anything to her. But I realized it myself after a couple months of us dating. Our schedules weren’t really lining up because she was having to study and go to class and at that point the band had started really picking up some traction. So she would come to the shows just to hear about my day or week depending on how long it had been since we were able to see each other.” The goofy smile Eddie’s had the whole time he’s been talking about you gets bigger as he thinks about how he’d see you in the crowd waving at him with a big smile on your face. It makes him want to finally get home to you because even though he’s only been away for a few hours for this interview, it’s a Saturday and he should be enjoying your day off with you. “I’m sorry, is this interview about done?” He didn’t care much if it came out as rude.

“Yeah, thank you for your time and answers today Eddie.”

“Yep, you’re welcome.” He waited as she gathered her things and held the door open for her before rushing out of the building because that was the polite thing to do. But then he was speeding home to you.

A week later the magazine with his interview hit shelves and you came rushing home from the store with it in your hand.

“Eddie, you made the front page!” He looks up at you from his spot on the couch as you excitedly wave it around.

“Cool, do you need help with the groceries?” He starts to get up and you physically pause suddenly remembering why you had been there in the first place.

“No, I forgot about those when I saw this. Whoops. But look at this!” You basically shove the magazine in his face causing him to laugh and take it from you before sitting down and pulling you onto his lap.

“Alright, let’s see what this is all about.” He holds the magazine out for the two of you to see the front. “Rockstar Eddie Munson opens up to us about his lovely mystery girl. God people actually read this crap?” You giggle at the bewildered look on his face and nod. “Who cares?”

“The entire female population probably. You’re a total babe, babe. Now go to your interview. I wanna read it.” He rolls his eyes but goes to it nonetheless, handing you the mag and resting his chin on your shoulder. “There’s some questions about how you got into music Ed’s what are you complaining about? It’s not all about your love life.”

“They were basically the same questions I’m always asked. I was so bored.”

“Yeah I see that in the notes here. Eddie had begun looking bored until I started asking him about his girlfriend when he sat up straighter and started getting into it.” You read it out loud, eyeing him. You’ve talked to him about faking interest in the past. About how these people are just doing their jobs and asking the questions probably provided to them. Before he can defend himself you read another part out loud.

“Sorry to say it ladies but the one and only Eddie Munson is so much in love with his girl that you can see it in his eyes when he talks about her. The thought of how he probably looks at her has me swooning and I haven’t even seen it.” You put the mag down before turning so you’re straddling him, his hands wrapping around your back. “You hear that, she’s swooning. I’m shocked you actually answered the questions about me this time.”

“Well she asked so nicely compared to anyone else who asked. And you’re my favorite topic of conversation baby.”

“I love you Eds.” You smile and rest your forehead against his.

“I love you too Princess.”

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neolovesneo · 1 year

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AFTER ALL THESE YEARS.

skater!mark, nurse!reader, elderbrother!johnny | fluff | best friends to strangers to friends to lovers au

note ; requests are open!! + im back i guess?? i said the same thing last year august but then i disappeared again lol,, anyways enjoy this mark fic thats been in my drafts for god knows how long </3

taglist ; @soobin-chois (lmk if you'd like to be added to my taglist!)

tw: mentions of blood, broken arms, and a hospital

Summer, 2011. (12)

"Coming through!" Johnny dramatically bellows down the halls, using his arm to swat anyone out of his way. "Injured individual making his way to Biology, get out of the way!"

Mark's face flushes bright red at his brother's antics, groaning as he kept his eyes on the ground. "Dude, will you stop it? I can walk through the crowd myself." he mumbles.

It's not like Mark can't walk either; it was just a broken arm from a nasty skateboard fall last week. Which was mainly Johnny's idea - he somehow persuaded Mark to attempt an ollie on the staircases.

Keyword: attempt.

"Yeah, yeah," Johnny huffs, stopping as they arrived outside Mark's classroom. "That's what you're saying now, and you'd go home and whine to Mom later about how I didn't 'take care of you like an elder brother should'."

The younger is about to protest but Johnny rolls his eyes, opening the classroom door and lightly pushing Mark in.

"Just be careful. Don't blow anything up, see you at lunch!"

And with that, Johnny speeds off to his own class, a blurry figure rapidly sprinting down the halls.

"Bye!" Mark calls, waving stiffly with his left hand.

"Oh my God Mark, what happened?"

You're facing the Canadian with wide eyes of surprise and concern when he turns around, jaw dropped.

"Fell down the stairs on my skateboard last week." he sighs, clambering onto the high stools of the Biology classroom. "I landed on my elbow, and I broke the bone all the way till here."

Your gaze follows his finger's motion, jaw dropping at the horrifying image of your best friend breaking almost his entire arm. "Did it hurt? Did you sit in an ambulance? Did the doctors give you any candy?"

Mark scoffs, awkwardly moving his casted arm. "We're twelve, Y/N. Big girls and boys don't get candy anymore."

You hum in realization, but Mark leans in to whisper after a while.

"The X-ray machine was kinda scary though," he whispers, looking left and right suspiciously, not wanting anyone to overhear. "Looked like a gigantic door handle."

You grimace at this, staring weirdly at Mark. "So they used a door handle to take your X-ray?"

"What? No!"

Mark facepalms, shaking his head. "Didn't you say you wanted to be a nurse when you grow up?" he asks suspiciously, frowning at you. " Kinda stupid of you to think that doctors use door handles to take X-rays."

You gasp dramatically at his words, squinting at him. "You were the one who said it looked like a door handle!" You retort, waving your pencil around as if it'd prove your point.

Mark scoffs at this, swatting your pencil out of his face. "I said it looked like a door handle, I never said it was a door handle. Basic English, Y/N."

A slight flame begins to burn in both of your glares, angsty puberty hormones starting to set into action.

"Oh yeah? Well I'm not the one who failed Engli-"

"Mark and Y/N! Stop talking or I'll make you stand outside!"

The sudden boom of your Biology teacher, Mr. Kim, prompts the two of you to immediately shut up, back to sitting as still as statues.

He glowers at the two of you for a moment before turning back towards the whiteboard, starting to explain about the day's topic.

"Sorry for calling you stupid." Mark mumbles quietly after a few awkward minutes pass by, softly nudging your arm. "I didn't mean it."

"I'm sorry for getting mad." you reply guiltily, patting his casted one in return.

"Wanna sign my cast after class?"

Your eyes light up with excitement and you nod readily. "Sure! Can I draw a star? How about a flower? Ooh, or maybe a-"

"Mark and Y/N, outside right now!"

Oops.

Spring, 2023. (24)

"Y/N, you're needed down by Ward 802, got a guy in with a broken arm."

You nod quickly in response and sprint off towards the said ward.

Having worked as a full-time emergency department nurse for the past year, broken arms had become the ordinary for you.

If anything, they were one of the easiest situations to deal with in the emergency department everyday. Well, as long as they weren't pierced through the skin, with blood everywhe-

Mark Lee?

You freeze in surprise when you tug the curtains open to see the all-too-familiar figure laying there, another nurse already working over his limp arm.

His head of curly, black hair turns to face the door, eyes wide like saucers the moment he sees you.

"Y/N?" he squeaks.

Your mouth dries up as your brain tries to calculate how long it's been since you've seen him, the start of him moving out of Canada for college slowly dragging your friendship apart till it seemingly no longer existed.

And now he's right back here in front of you, almost exactly the same as he was when he left.

"Mark? What are you doing here?" you mumble, stunned.

He chuckles dryly at this, jerking his head towards the direction of his arm. "I think you already know."

The nurse working over his arm sighs, shaking her head as the last roll of bandage wraps around his cast.

"Is he your friend? You need to tell him to be more careful," she scolds as she ticks something off a chart. "This is the third time I've seen him in here!"

Mark can only smile guiltily in admittance as the nurse leaves the ward, mentioning to you how a quick debrief on what to do with his injury will be enough to dismiss him.

"So," he starts, sitting up. "Long time no see! How have you been?"

"I need to tell you about your broken arm first." you interrupted sheepishly, holding up his X-ray. "Let's see. You've broken your ulna from here to her-"

Now it's Mark's turn to interrupt you as he gently pushes his X-ray away.

"Y/N, I've broken my arm like, over ten times. I know the drill." he insists. "How have you been?"

Looking right into his eyes, the countless years of lost contact and drifting friendship does nothing to your memory. His eyes were just as wide and sparkly as they were when you were kids, and his hair was still as dark as his bedroom when you slept over and exchanged secrets in whispered giggles.

"Hello? Earth to Y/N? How have you been?"

His question snaps you out of your thoughts, and the boyish glint in his intense gaze makes your heart skip a beat.

It doesn't help that your stupid little crush on him comes rushing back too, and you can only hope Mark doesn't notice the way your face starts to flush red.

"Well... I missed you." you started, voice trailing off as you avoided eye contact. "It's been years."

"What happened to your promises of calling and keeping in touch?" you asked quietly. A dull pain starts to settle in your heart as it recalls the days where light blended into darkness, and darkness blended into light while Mark was thousands of miles away.

Mark winces at your question, awkwardly scratching his head. "Well, can I be honest?" he mumbles, now focused on picking on a loose thread off his T-shirt.

Your head shoots up, nervous and excited to hear what's been holding your childhood best friend from keeping in touch the moment he stepped foot out of your home country.

"Yeah, be as honest as you want to."

Mark nods, taking in a big breath as you notice the tip of his ears turning red.

"Well, I really liked you." he admits, grinning sheepishly as he kept his gaze glued to the floor.

"And when I left Canada, I wasn't sure if I'd ever be back on a long-term basis, so I decided to just give up on you. I didn't want to act on an impulse and end up hurting the both of us."

You blink in surprise, the truth bringing a sense of relief and yet a slight sting of pain.

"But don't you think that completely not talking to me would hurt me too?" you suggested. "I really, really, really missed you Mark."

The shift in your tone prompts him to look up at you, his eyes glazing over when he notices your pink ones. He reaches out for your hands, and it takes you right back to the past.

"I'm sorry. I just didn't know what to do with my feelings." he mumbled, eyes earnestly looking at you.

"Well, for the record, I liked you too, you know." you sniffled, brushing away a tear.

Mark sits up straight. "You did...?" he questions in disbelief.

You hummed in reply.

It was never anything serious, but Mark had your entire heart in the palm of his hands for those few years. You still remembered the times where his bright smile and soothing voice was all you could think about, squealing happily in your bedroom after each time you hung out together.

You bask in the bitter sweetness of the memories until Mark gets your attention.

"Well, how about now?"

"Now?" you echoed in disbelief.

Mark nods, doe eyes wide and staring into you so deeply that you squirmed shyly.

"I uh- I..." you sputtered, aware of the warmth rushing to your cheeks.

"We can get to know each other again first." he suggests. "What time does your shift end?"

You take a quick glance at your watch, glad for the break from Mark's intense eye contact.

"My shift ends in two hours. Maybe we can meet again some other day? I think you need to get some rest."

Mark shakes his head. "I'm fine! Don't worry about it." he breezes. "How about pizza after your shift? I can come pick you up."

You chuckle at his idea, gently nudging his casted arm.

"With this bad boy on your arm? I don't think you'll be able to do any driving for a while, Mark."

Stubbornly, Mark continues. "Then can I have your number? We can plan a date."

The word 'date' sends adrenaline rushing up to your mind, and your heart races as you fumble for your phone in your pocket.

"Wait, can you just write it down for me?" Mark interrupts.

"Sure." you agree, trying to play it cool as you pull out a marker from a nearby drawer.

You were expecting a piece of paper or whatnot, but Mark sticks out his casted arm instead.

"Huh?" you mumble, confused.

"Your number." he says casually. "Write it on my cast."

The scratch of the marker against the white bandage fills up the silence of the room as you do so, unlocking another core memory as you recall doing the same thing ten years ago at school.

"Remember when you signed my cast in sixth grade?" Mark chuckles, as if he had read your mind. "Kinda funny to see us doing the same thing ten years later."

You smile at his words, warmth blooming in your heart at the memory.

Maybe things will work out with Mark, even after all these years.

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dreamypqulson · 1 year

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— for the hope of it all

requested by anon: any sarah character / falling for your professor / happy ending

pairing: diane sherman x reader

note: reader is not a minor so it’s legal bffs!

word count: 2100

The end of the year was approaching and it wasn't as exciting as it typically is. Graduation was soon and yet you couldn't find it in yourself to count down the days with exhilaration. You wanted to leave school finally, yes, but you couldn't leave her.

Miss Sherman had been your English instructor for the entire year now. You had never got too close to any teachers throughout the years, but Miss Sherman was different. Almost as if she wanted to get close to you.

You had spent many after school hours with her -even if you didn't need extra help on assignments or the lesson. You would stay to help her, and maybe even fake stupidity so she could teach you one on one.

Your many absences had nearly disappeared at this point. You wanted to come, every single day, just so you could see her.

The bell rang and the class cleared out. You rushed to shove your papers into your bag as the room become quiet. "Y/n, can you stay back for a minute, honey?" Honey. She always called you that. You could say she called everyone that or she was just saying it to be nice, but if you looked back on the way she addresses other students, you’d be lying.

You hummed your approval and once your shaky hands managed to shove your folder into your bag, you placed it on your back and walked up to her desk.

She looked up at you and smiled, for just a moment it was silent. And you think your brain might explode with these long stream of thoughts. She leaned her elbows on her desks and propped her head in her hands. She’s in the perfect position for you to kiss her, and you’re right there, and nobody else is around. But you quickly shake those thoughts away. That is extremely inappropriate.

“You seemed very lost in your thoughts today. I just want to make sure you’re okay.” Her voice was gentle and her eyes softened as she spoke. Everything about her was so welcoming and she felt just like the feeling of coming home after a long day. “Are you okay,” she asked, seriously this time.

You cleared your throat and nodded. In fact, not okay. It was far too difficult to pay attention with the blouse she wore today. The cut, not risqué, but lower than usual. “I’m fine. I’m just really tired.”

“Are you sure you’re just tired, sweetie? You don’t seem like yourself. Very flustered and on-edge.” If she wasn’t being so sweet, you would’ve thought that she was out to get you.

You fiddled with the straps of your bag. A nervous habit that you picked up on. Her eyes adverted to your hands and she noticed how fidgety you were being. “Positive. My mind was just running a lot last night and I couldn’t seem to shut it off.”

“Alright,” she smiled. You knew she wasn’t fully content with your answer, but she decided to let it slide. “Well you know i’m here for you if you ever want to talk.”

“I know. Thank you, Miss Sherman. Bye, have a nice weekend.” You begin to walk back out of the classroom, just as your name was called again. You turned back around and she was closer than you anticipated.

She seemed to be unfazed by the closeness of it all, but you were sure that she could hear your pounding heart. “Almost forgot; there’s a paper due on Mon—”

And, fuck, she looked so pretty close up like this. You tried your hardest to hold yourself back, you really did, but you truly wanted to sleep tonight and you couldn’t if all you could think about is how would her lips feel against mine.

You did it. You stood on your toes, because she was just a little bit taller than you, and kissed her. Simple and sweet, but there was no denying that it happened.

She looked shocked, and you weren’t sure if she was appalled or flustered. She was certainly trying to find something, anything to say. But before she could, you were already running out the door. “Shit! I’m— i’m so sorry, Miss Sherman.”

Diane stood there, beyond puzzled. You didn’t even give her the chance to kiss you back. If only you had waited just a moment longer.

Diane found you walking home from the school. Often times, she took another root, but she was running late leaving today and there would've been too much traffic. She wouldn’t have been home for another two hours from now. There was a frown on your face, a difficult look for the older woman to ignore. She was only trying to help, really— "Y/n! Need a ride?"

You turned to look into the car. You were startled at first; an unfamiliar voice calling your name. But you saw darkened amber locks and soft brown eyes shimmering as a golden river. You didn't hesitate to hop into the car.

And you should’ve. You really should’ve hesitated. Because not even an hour ago you were kissing the woman.

Still, you discovered solace in the warmth of her vehicle. The forth month of the year was warm but the evenings still chilled out anyone with a shirt shorter than the length of their arms.

Diane still had difficulty noting the cause of your gloomy aura. She decided to ignore your sorrow face and focus on the road ahead. The conversation was directed elsewhere, and you could finally take a deep breath. "What happened to your car?"

You looked over at her again and she looked nearly glad that you were walking. That she so happened to catch you when she could help out. "It's in the shop. It broke down yesterday evening."

"You could've asked me to drive you home, you know."

You leaned back and sighed. Her seats were so soft, so much so that you could fall asleep. Yet, your eyes remained wide open. Your mind ran too fast and your heartbeat thrummed in your chest so loud that you could hardly hear the words coming out of her mouth.

"I didn't entirely know if we are on speaking terms." You looked at the window to give off the impression that you didn't care about the conversation being held. But you did care. You care so much about everything and nothing.

"Of course we are, y/n. I'm your teacher—"

"Miss Sherman—"

"—Diane," She corrected you, yet stern as if she were talking to a misbehaving student. She is. You have to remember that.

"Exactly, Diane. I think we both know that it's much more than that." Your house came into view and she pulled into the driveway. Neither of you decided to make a move and it was then that you discovered that you were allowed to leave. “Like that time you kissed my forehead, or how you only call me honey and sweetie. It’s so much more, Diane.”

It was left at that. Neither of you wanted to admit the solemn truth because you both knew what you were doing to each other was wrong. Nevertheless, neither of you could find it in yourselves to care of stopping.

You wanted her, and she wanted you. That was that.

The following day, your feet dragged down the hallway to the English room. It was as if your ankles were locked in weighted shackles.

You were the last one to walk in. Everyone was already seated and chattering. Still, Diane watched you as you sat down, only making eye contact for a mere moment until you broke it. Her expression was unreadable which had to have been worse than anything. You had to sit there while she taught, unable to focus on the story on the board because of your own romance with your forbidden lover.

You suffered in this torture until you eventually excused yourself to the bathroom. You just needed a break, and frankly, you weren't sure that you would go back to class.

You sat in silence and held back rivers in your eyes so your mascara wouldn't smudge. It was until then that you heard the bathroom door open again. You rolled your eyes, aware that anyone who goes into the bathroom is only using it to smoke it out.

Gentle footsteps walked towards the last stall. The one you sat in. Steps as soft as if the person was floating rather than stepping. "Y/n?" The voice called out in a hushed whispered. Contained and hastily, as if your name was forbid to say.

You stood up and brushed down the invisible wrinkles on your shirt. You made no effort to walk out of the stall. You wanted her to find you herself. "Y/n, is that you?"

A her knuckles knocked against the stall door, echoing in the empty bathroom. You clear your throat and finally spoke up, "Yes it's me." Still, you could not bring yourself to open the door. You didn't want to see the face that you were disallowed to have. It pained you too much.

"Can I come in," there was hesitance in her voice, "I just want to talk to you." Your throat got caught up somewhere in your vocal cords. You opted to just unlock the door and move to the side for her to squeeze in.

There was not enough space between either of you, yet you felt two world apart. She gazed into your eyes, you don't know what she was trying to seek in them, but you assumed she was feeling the same things you were. Lust, desire.

It was a matter of seconds before she was kissing you. Or you were kissing her. You couldn't remember. Everything was foggy and you were caught up in a haze of the sweet vanilla taste of her.

You pulled away when you were brought to your senses by her hand on your waist. You were mere inches apart and you just wanted more of her but there were things to be said. "I thought you wanted to talk."

"There are so many things that I want to say to you," she exhaled some air. Her warm breath tickled your face, "but let's start with this."

And then she was on you again, but you weren't mad at it. You encouraged it. Urged in on. You ached for her. When her hand brushed against the hairs on the back of your neck, you arched your body closer.

You parted your lips and her tongue did not shy away from entering, exploring every inch of you. You moaned into the sensation, tugged on her shirt for something for your hands to do.

After nearly seeing heaven, you both caught your breaths in parting. She brushed away the stray hairs on your face, looking at you with a smile that could only be described as love.

"If that's what wanting to talk to me means," you took a deep breath and gulped, hard, "then please never shut the fuck up."

She belly laughed at you but then the school bell rang and it sent her into a slight sense of panic. "Shit, the class." She pulled away and everything suddenly felt cold. "Meet me at my car after school." She fixed up her hair with a simple flattening hand and winked at you.

Then she was gone, leaving you there with a pounding heart and aching lips.

The end of the day came slower than you cared to admit. The hands on the clock passed as slow as if a snail was dragging it along. And you wanted to curse her for doing this to do.

Yet you still found yourself racing to the parking lot as soon as the obnoxiously loud bell rang in your ears. You never thought that you would want to hear that bell this badly before.

The redness on your cheeks pulsed and the cool breeze could not seem to settle that. Your heart beat; loud and heavy like a band banging on their drums. You could say that your rapid pulse was from walking so speedily, but you would be lying about that.

You could spot her leaning against her car with her arms crossed at her chest. She was grinning, ear to ear. A sly look on her face was prominent and helped you discover that she just wanted you.

You didn't know what had altered her perception on the relationship, but you didn't really want to know right now.

You walked up to her, body warmth radiating between you with the press against each other. You were her girl and you didn't want to hide that. She grabbed the back of your head and lightly pulled you closer by that. You touched her lips with your own, soft and sweet. And that was the moment you knew.

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wonik1ss · 1 year

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Ya She WON YOUNG 😏

pairing : Wonyoung x F!Reader

Wonyoung was nice

Wonyoung was pretty

and liked by all most the whole school

Except for Y/n. Y/n didn’t have a great reason to why she didn’t like Wonyong she just though she was self centered and rude from the rumors.

But all of that was fake. Wonyoung cared for all her friends and was a very nice person to everyone, especially Y/n. Since the first day of school when Wonyoung saw Y/n in her ripped jeans and green top she swore she fell in love.

After that day she observed Y/n like a hawk. Always 3 steps behind her everyday. But the problems was it seemed like Y/n was avoiding her, and instead of getting the hint Wonyoung made a plan.

OPERATION WONY/N : Stage 1

Wonyoung started try to talk to Y/n when no one was around so she would be forced to talk to her.

“ Hi Y/n “. Wonyoung said smiling ear to ear because this was going to be her first real convo with her crush.

“ Hi.. ”. Y/n started to look annoyed and tried to find a friend or a classmate, even the go damn principal so she could get out of this awkward situation.

“ I just wanted to say I really like your shirt.. it makes your eye pop “. Immediately Wonyoung bit her lip and started at the ground. She didn’t really plan this throught becaue she didn’t think she would get this far at.. all.

“ My eyes are brown how would my brown eyes make my shirt pop “. Y/n stared right at Wonyoung not even caring to notice how she started to go in her shell.

“ Ahh.. I’m sorry I just though you looked.. really pretty.. I mean not like you don’t like pretty everyday!! It’s.. just.. today you looke reallly pretty! “. Wonyoung said as she continued to look everywhere else but Y/n/ face.

Y/n let out a small smile and Wonyoung swore she saw some blush too before her face went right back to her regular mean one.

“ Thanks.. I guess bye.. “. Y/n said as she saw one of her friends pacing by as she raced to meet her.

“ Phase one done ! “

Blush 1..

OPERATION WONY/N : Stage 2

Wonyoung sat next to Y/n in every class she had (which conveniently was 5) to get to talk to Y/n more and complement her more just to get to see her cheeks flush red one more time.

“ Can you stop staring at me “. Y/n said as she tried to get her notes down, while Wonyoung started at her like a starstruck puppy looking at their new owner.

“ If you stop being stop being so pretty I would actually be able to pay attention to this class “. Wonyoung said smiling ear to ear and Y/n tried to hide the blush on her face. But as Wonyoung finally looked up to the teacher to pay attention she smiled again knowing she made her crush blush again.

Blush..

“Ok class we will be doing a partner project today in which you have to read 5 chapters of this book and give me an in depth essay about them too “. The girls English teacher said as Wonyoung stated right at Y/n ready to ask. While Y/n was desperately trying to find a friend to partner with.

“ Wanna be my Partner Y/n “. Wonyoung said as Y/n still looked for a friend which to her luck she had none in this class.

“.. sure I guess “. Y/n responded, as Wonyoung put her hand on hers and said.

“ I’ll make sure we have a good time doing it “.

Another blush…

“ Wanna be my partner “. The P.E. teacher had just said to partner up I duos and Y/n friends had already partnered up so Wonyoung was her last chance.

“ A.. sure “. Wonyoung said stunned but smiling still none the less.

This was a big step Y/n actually approached her now and now they were hooking elbows and knees to do the 2 legged race.

“ Yes !! “. Y/n said as they finished in 1st smiling ear to ear making her smile too.

“ I knew you would have a pretty smile too “

Love that Blush…

OPERATION WONY/N : Stage 3

The last step.. asking out Y/n on a date. In the last few weeks Wonyoung and Y/n had actually become pretty good friends. So in her eyes this would be a friendly date. But in Wonyoungs it was like they were getting married.

“ That was a great movie Wonnie “. Y/n said as they stopped their stroll after the outdoors movie they just watched in the park as they sat down on a near by bench.

“ I know.. I wish I could have a love like them.. “. Wonyoung said starting right at Y/n as she immediately looked away.

Wonyoung thought it was finally time to make her last movie so as she moved closer to Y/n on the the bench.

“ Y/n.. I don’t if I’ve been bout with it but.. I really like you.. Your really smart and funny and cute and- “

“ No “

“ What? “. Wonyoung said trying to laugh it if like Y/n said the most funniest joke ever.

“ No you can’t like me “

“ Why not? “. Wonyoung said as she tried to nudge Y/n but she didn’t move instead she looked straight an Wonyoung and said.

“ Your not supposed to like me.. I can’t like you either.. you’re rude and.. self centered “. Y/n said as she stood up ready to leave as Wonyoung spoke again. This time standing with Y/n holding both her hands.

“ Come on Y/n we have been friends for half a month you know that not true “.

“ I don’t care if it is or not.. I can’t like you “. Y/n shrugged Wonyoung hands off as she began to leave before Wonyoung dragged her back.

“ Why can’t you like me.. “. Wonyoung said as her world started to crash down in front of her.

“ I’m supposed to hate you.. I do hate you !! “. Y/n said as Wonyoung got closer.

“ Do you really hate me though “. Wonyoung said as she tilted her head at Y/n and started to stare at her lips.

“ … No “. Just like that Wonyoung’s lips were on Y/n’s. Her hands guided Y/n’s to her neck while she put hers on Y/n’s waist. As the two stood there for a good 30 seconds before Y/n left because she was frankly was out of air.

“ I like you Jang Wonyoung “. Y/n said starting Wonyoung straight in the eye as they both smiled at each other.

“ Say that again ? “. Wonyoung said putting one of her hand to her air to listen to what the shorter girl had said.

“ I like you Jang Wonyoung, infact I really like you allot “. Wonyoung started to giggle as Y/n looked at her confused.

“ What? “. Y/n said with a very puzzled look on her face.

“ Nothing I guess I really did WON YOUNG “.

#wonyoung #wonyoung x reader #short story #ive fanfic #kpop fanfic #fanfic #ive x reader #ive wonyoung

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marvel-and-chicago-fan · 8 months

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“Everly, don’t forget to eat your lunch on the counter!” Hailey Called out to the twins as she grabbed her phone off the counter. Everly ran downstairs to see her lunch packed, for the first time in forever. “Thanks Mom” Everly almost ran into Jay whilst running out the front door. “Bye honey see you later. '' Jay called out. “You too” Everly closed the door and walked down the sidewalk towards school.

I'm Everly Halstead. You can call me Eve, Ev, Eve, V or Evie. People spell my name differently. Me and my twin brother Nathan are 15 years old and were in 10th grade, well I'm in 10th grade my brother was homeschooled so he's in 11th grade since he was “smarter” than me.

My parents are amazing detectives in the intelligence unit. Pretty amazing but most would disagree. My brother Nathan was born with Spina Bifida, when he was born his spine wasn't formed properly so his Spinal cord and nerves, so his ability to walk was damaged but it's better now and he does Physical therapy to help.

The doctors said he would never be able to walk, but because us halsteads are stubborn he beat those odds and with help and surgery he was able to walk with an assistant when he was 5. My parents say I'm the best younger sister in the world, even though I'm 11 minutes younger, I disagree. Most of the time I mind my business and understand when my parents have to go take care of Nathan.

Once Everly walked through the front door she already knew the drill. Get to color Guard practice. Football season is over but with the UIL season in a couple of months and your state hoping to go Nationals this year all the practices started early. The band directors would get mad when people were late, absent, sitting down or just chilling out in general. She hated it most of the time but she liked it and she had to take a fine arts class to graduate.

Once practice was over Everly walked to homeroom and sat down in her seat. Everly didn't have any friends as most people didn't like kids whose parents were cops/detectives. She also learned having friends came with problems and issues, so she rather just be by herself with her family.

“So Everly what did you do during Thanksgiving break?” Ms. Wilson Her English teacher spoke. “I just hung out with my family and ate some good food” She shrugged. “Probably failed at her stupid flag sport” The “popular” mean girl Cora spoke. The whole class let out a light laugh. “And you probably spent trying to make out with the entire football team.” The whole class started laughing at Everlys joke more than Coras. Coras jaw dropped and formed a big “O” Everly sat down in her seat laughing in her head. She hated these kids and they all probably hated her.

After school instead of heading to the district I walked home, I had a lot of homework to do and since it's getting colder my asthma is getting a little worse. Oh yeah I forgot to mention I have asthma. It doesn't really affect me until I start pushing myself too hard or when it's really really cold. I knew no one would be home since my parents were at work and my brother was doing whatever he usually does around this time. Perfect, peace and quiet.

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evi-ie · 2 years

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Sweet Dreams

YANDERE!XIAO X FEM!READER

Warnings:modern!AU,yandere,yandere themes,fem!reader,unhealthy/toxic relationship,manipulative behavior,kidnapping,obsessive behavior,cuss words,strict!parents

A/n:This is my first fanfiction,so if I didn't mention a warning pls tell me.Also English is not my first language so I'm sorry if there are grammar mistakes

Today was not the best day... You just got your history test and well for you your grade was low..Oh well,at least you got the best grade of all the students in your class.

"Why are you so sad? You got the best grade in the class! Not like the test was easy." You heard a familiar voice say as the girl sat next to you,it was your best friend Xiangling.

You sigh.

"I know, it's just that I don't think my parents will really like this after they come back"

Your parents are really strict when it was about your grades you always had to be the best in the class,you always had to have the best grade.Its not like you had any other choice because if you didnt obey there would be consequences... Right now they are on a business trip for two months,but they did send you money so you could pay the bills of the house and buy food.

"It's not like you can turn back time and correct your mistakes" "Anyway! I made you a bento because I know you can't cook!" Said Xiangling.

"Your a lifesaver!I forgot to bring food today."

Xiangling handed you the bento and you opened it.You were really shocked,it was a bear shaped onigiri.

"God! How did you manage to make these! They look so cute,I bet the are really tasty!"You say as happily as you could.

"Are those popsicles?"a boy said. "No they're not Chongyun" another boy said that was next to him and facepalmed. "Hello guys" you waved at them. "Hello" Xingqiu and Chongyun said in unison. As you all started a conversation you started eating the onigiri "It's so tasty!"you said and Xiangling giggled in response." Really? Can i have some?" Chonyun said "Of course not! Its mine! Xiangling made it for me!" You said snatching the food away before he could "Hey!" He said. "I mean she is right" Xingqiu said "HUH?"

Xiangling the entire time was trying to hold her laugh this entire time. You stopped eating and put the bento in your bag to stop you and Chongyun so you two wouldn't fight over some food.

After a while you felt someone staring at you sending chills down your spine. As time passed you started worrying. The bell suddenly rang meaning that school ended for the day, now you could go home to relax.

"Guys I have to go" you said.

"So early?" Xiangling said

"Yeah,I'm sorry I will make it up for you another day"

"Yay!" You packed your things and you waved at them and said "See you later" "Bye" all of them said.

As you were walking down the hall you stopped feeling someone was watching you.As you were about to leave you heard a sound as you got closer to the gate and you noticed that it was raining. You didn't even had an umbrella.

"Oh God, now what?" You then felt someone poking your shoulder."Huh?" It was a man as tall as you." Hello there Xiao,what are you doing here?" To be honest in the past you really liked Xiao but he didn't even know your existence so you stopped trying to get his attention,but you still have a small crush on him.

"Didn't we agree we would do that project in my house?" 'Oh shit I totally forgot' you thought "Yeah your right" you said

"Thankfully I have an umbrella...we can use it to go there" he said looking away blushing.

"Okay its not like I have any other choice I wouldn't want to get wet"

And with that he took out his umbrella and went with you to his house

When you finally got there,you took your shoes off and got straight to work,you wanted to finish this as soon as possible so you could go home and relax. After all that was the last homework you had to do because the teachers somehow decided to not give you homework.

After a while you had to use the restroom so you asked for directions,it was your first time in his house and it was big.

After you got the directions you headed up the stairs and you started walking toward the bathroom but of course you went exactly past it.

You opened the door...your eyes widened

There was a whole room with pictures of you and only you. Because you were an idiot you stepped in the room and examined it.

There were so many pictures and wherever you were you could see hearts.

Before you could step any further you felt something soft covering half of your face.Your vision started to blur,you tried to hit whoever that was but he was a lot of stronger than you.

Before everything faded you turned around and saw Xiao's face,his eyes had heart-shaped pupils.

"Sweet dreams....Love"

That's the last thing you heard and everything went black.

#genshin xiao #adeptus xiao #genshin impact #yandere #yandere xiao #yandere themes #xiao x y/n #xiao x you #unhealthy relationships #no relationship

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longlostreader · 1 year

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Billy Hargrove- I hate you pt.3

Authors Note: So sorry I haven't been able to update! I wasn’t even sure anyone would ever read or enjoy this. This is a smaller chapter but I will have a lot more coming up soon!

You woke up to your alarm blaring in your ear. Thank fucking god it was Friday and you could sleep in tomorrow. As you were getting ready your mind flashed back to Billy and your dream last night. Why did it have to be him. He was selfish and entitled and a horrible person so why is he haunting your thoughts and dreams? So what if he’s hot. There are plenty of hot guys in the world to focus on besides him. Maybe not in Hawkins but still, he’s nothing but a player who’s never had real feelings for anyone in his life.

You grabbed your bag and said bye to your parents before heading to school determined to avoid Billy as long as you could. You were actually quite successful until your English class together. You paused in the doorway shocked to see Billy in class early and taking up the seat right behind you. You timidly walked to your desk avoiding eye contact with him. “Hey princess” he leaned forward and whispered by your ear. You shuttered but just glared back at him. “I thought I told you not to call me that.” He completely ignored your comment and got even closer to your ear. “You look really beautiful today.” You froze. What the hell did he just say. This had to be a joke, two days in a row now he was flirting with you. You were nothing like the usual girls he went after. “Stop messing with me Billy I’m not in the mood.” “I’m not messing with you (Y/n) I think you look beautiful.” Before you could respond your teacher stood up and started talking about todays lesson. You were going to be working on a project about the book you’re starting in class today, Pride and Prejudice. One of your favorite books. Your face lit up with excitement. “For this project you will be working with a partner. You will have four weeks to complete the project and present it to the class. I’ll let you pick your partners now.” Your smile was wiped from your face, non of your friends were in this class. You glanced around the room to see everyone pairing up quickly. “Will you be my partner princess?” You turned around to face him. You knew no one else was gonna ask you. “Fine, but no funny business Hargrove this project is important it needs to be perfect.” He smiled back at you. “Got it doll, we working at your place or mine?” “We can go to mine. Are you free after school?” “I’ve got basketball practice, shouldn’t take too long. If you stay I’ll drive us back to yours.” “Alright fine.” You turned back around, your teacher was beginning to hand out a stack of books. You turn to hand Billy his and your hands touched. You could’ve sworn you felt electricity running through you. ‘Get it together (Y/n)’ You thought. ‘Don’t be dumb. You touched his hand big deal you aren’t in elementary school.’ “Alright class lets try to get through the first two chapters today.” You opened the old book and quickly became engrossed with the beautiful words of Jane Austen.

The rest of the day seemed to be over in a flash. Billy told you to just wait in the gym until practice was over. You decided to grab a few books from your locker and go over some homework while you waited. You definitely didn’t want to be watching Billy practice. That would go straight to his head you were sure of it. You tried your hardest to stay focused on your schoolwork, but you couldn’t help but glance up at Billy running around on the court shirtless. Sweat dripping down his chest. Why did he have to be so hot. The sound of loud cheers grabbed your attention. “Go Billy!” A group of girls started yelling. You scoffed. They really spend their afternoon just watching the boys practice to stare and cheer for him? Pathetic. At least you were here for a good reason, you definitely wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for the project. You glanced back at Billy, he had his chain hanging in his mouth. You felt yourself getting wet. ‘No, no, no.’ You thought. ‘I will not let him playing some dumb game turn me on. I refuse.’ You went back to your books and forced yourself to keep your head down and your headphones on until practice was over.

You felt a shadow standing over you so you finally look up. Billy was only a few inches from you breathing heavy and still shirtless. You tried not to stare at his body and took you headphones off. “I’m gonna shower real fast princess then we’ll head back to your place, okay?” “Sounds good.” As he walked away you felt yourself getting turned on again. It was going to be a long night.

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stela20 · 3 months

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I'm sorry if my English is not good, I use Google Translate

This is my story from the Quotev website, so I wanted to write it and publish it here and enjoy ❤

Y/n's pov

This is my first day at Higher Academy. I was walking through school and I didn't know what I was going to do. The school is very big. I was walking in one of the corridors. I bumped into someone and fell to the ground. His hair and eyes were purple, and I was wearing a white suit with red stripes. His tie is red. Is he a student in this school or what?

❔: Oh, I’m sorry, are you okay?

This person helped me and apologized again

y/n: yeah i'm fine…

Daisaku: Daisaku….. Are you a new student? This is the first time I see you….

y/n: y/n that's my name

Disako Saeed: Well, welcome to the Higher Academy, with your permission, I will continue my work

y/n: Daisaku wait

Daisaku: What?

y/n: Are you from another school or something like that?

Daisako: No why?

y/n: Because you dress differently

Daisaku: I'm from the Student Council, and this is my Student Council uniform as well…. You don't seem to know anything here.

y/n: Yes, it's my first day anyway….Can you show me the school so I can learn more about everything?

Daisaku: Okay, come with me

Disaku took me around the whole school and also introduced me to the clubs, the classes, the teachers' room, the counselor, etc. He introduced me to everything.

y/n: Thank you, you saved me

Daisaku: No problem, what class are you in?

y/n: I'm in class 1-1

Daisaku: You're younger than me, so okay, I'm in class 2-2. If you need anything else, tell me or tell the student council. They'll make you happy, okay?

y/n: Ok thank you

Daisaku: Okay, bye

Daisaku went and the school bell rang and this means that I have to go to class so that we can study throughout the class. I could not concentrate on the lesson because I was thinking about Daisaku and thinking about joining any club. Only one club inspired me and that is the Cooking Club. It has started. Very nice. The lesson ended and it was time for lunch. I went to the cooking club and asked the club president to join the club and he agreed. I was very happy and he told me that we would start at 4:00 pm and he suggested that I sit next to the cooking club members. And I had lunch with them, and I actually did that ❤

POV Disako

I was thinking about this girl all the time while patrolling all the floors of the school. I noticed Y/N next to the Cooking Club, eating lunch with them, and wearing the Cooking Club logo. This means that she participated in the Cooking Club. After lunch time ended, everyone went to their classes and I was… I think about Y/n all the time. She looked so beautiful. After the lesson ended, I did the student council routine as usual and noticed Y/n in front of me.

Y/n is happy: Hey, Daisaku

Daisako: Mm what?

Y/n is happy: Look, I joined the cooking club, isn't that cute 😊

Disako: Well, what do you want about this….. Well, congratulations to you

y/n is happy: Thank you…. Daisaku, can we be friends?

Daisaku: I'm sorry, y/n, but I don't want to

y/n: why ❔

Daisaku: Because of my work, I am one of the student council, and I was also one of the former delinquents, so I am afraid for you that the rest of the students will say something bad about you because of me, but now I have changed for the better.

y/n: There is no problem with that, Talama. You have changed for the better, so this is the most beautiful thing

Daisaku is shy: Well, well, Talama, you are a musasa, so well, you and I are friends now

y/n is happy: wow thank you, Daisaku

Y/n hugged me and was very happy about this. What is happening to me? Why am I so happy? Why am I blushing like this? Could it be love? But how? This is the first day she and I have met and I don’t know much about her. It’s strange. Why do I feel like this? After a minute, I continued my work. The student council, and Y/n was also accompanying me, and she and I exchanged conversations. She and I differed in many things, and we also loved mutual things, but the most important thing I see is that Y/n and I are similar in our love of food. Time has passed quickly. It was now 4:00 and it was time for Y/n to go to the cooking club

Y/n's pov

I wanted to stay longer with Daisaku. I feel very comfortable with Daisaku

Saeeda y/n: I'm sorry, Daisaku, but I have to go to the cooking club tomorrow. We can get to know each other and talk more.

Said Daisaku: No problem. I'm happy that we have become friends. I will accompany you so that you can reach the Cooking Club safely. There is a possibility that you will get lost in this great academy.

y/n Saeeda: Hahaha, even though I know everything now, but okay, that's okay

Daisaku accompanied me to the cooking club, and while I was walking, I heard Daisaku's stomach making strange noises. Daisaku grabbed his stomach and began to feel it, feeling sad.

y/n: Daisaku, are you okay?

Daisaku is sad: No, not quite

y/n: Then go to the doctor so she can give you something to relieve the pain

Daisaku is sad: No, I'm not sick, I'm very hungry, I don't have food. I and the rest of the student council arrive at school every day at a specific time, 6:00 in the morning. At this time, the entire student council prepares themselves and eats, but not me, because of my family's circumstances. They have enough money and all the money they spend is on my education

y/n is sad: Mmm Daisaku, I'm sorry I didn't know, but I can cook you something for you to eat, I'm talented at cooking ❤

Disako is sad: No, don't worry about me. I'm used to feeling hungry…. The important thing is that I have to go now, bye

Daisaku is gone, and I feel very sad about the end of the day. All night long, I was thinking about Daisaku, and an idea came to my mind, which was that I would wake up early to make food for Daisaku, and also go to school early, and I actually did this. I prepared food for me and Daisaku, and I went to school. It was now 6:30, and it seemed that the student council had gone and finished eating. I went to the student council room and saw Daisaku sad and feeling his stomach. I entered the room and closed the door behind me so that no one would see us.

y/n Saeeda: Hey, Daisaku 🖐🏻

Daisaku is shocked: y/n what are you doing here ❔

Y/n Saeeda: Look what I got for you ❤

I took out the lunch box from my bag and gave it to Daisaku

y/n Saeeda: Here is the food for you ❤

Disako Saeed: Really thank you 🤤

Daisaku started out very happy and they liked the food. He looked very nice while he was eating. He was so cute. He looked like a 5-year-old child eating chocolate. I know I shouldn't say this about a tough and violent person like Daisaku, but what can I say? He's cute. Extremely while he is eating 😊🤭❤

Said Daisaku: Mmmm, I have never eaten such delicious food before. Thank you, y/n

y/n Saeeda: You're welcome, I can do this for you every day

Disako is shocked: What, no, I don’t want you to worry about me

y/n Saeeda: But we are friends and we should do this for each other

Shy Daisaku: Thank you, y/n

POV Disako

Y/n is a very nice girl, and I have loved him since that moment, and I also want you to be my lover. It is true that I have a goal to help my father and mother and become something big in the future, but now I have two goals, and the second goal is to make Y/n my lover. After a month, y/n and I became very friends, and I was jealous of her if any boy approached and talked to her, and I thought that she also loved me, but if any girl came and talked to me, y/n’s face turned red from the amount of anger, and after a week had passed One of the students came to me and told me there is a note in my locker. I went to my locker and saw a note.

Daisaku was shocked: Mmm, what is this?

Note: Meet me at the sakura tree today. I must confess something very important to you at 5:00, and don’t be late, sweet one.

Daisaku: Wait a minute, who is this person and who calls me cute? No one calls me cute except Y/N….. Wait a minute, is this her?

I went to the sakura tree and saw y/n standing there

Daisaku: y/n ❔

Shy y/n: Daisaku, I have to tell you something…but please listen to me. I have known you for about a month, and honestly, I love everything about you. You are a brave man who loves justice and is strong and loves to help your family. You are a very kind man and I cannot stand it. Having another girl with you, Talama, I thought about this makes me angry and makes my heart break. This is a difficult thing, but I must confess to you…. I love you very much, and I want you to be my lover and my future husband. Do you agree ❤?

Daisaku is shy: … What are you talking about, y/n … I really love you … I love you at first sight, you are very kind and you like to help people and you have a good heart …. I love you very much, my love, you are the best …and I want to be your future husband ❤

I held y/n's hand and her hands were very soft, and after a minute I took her in a deep kiss, and she and I exchanged a look with beautiful eyes. How much I love her ❤

Y/n's pov

Since then, Daisaku and I were together and helped each other. We graduated together, and Daisaku became a famous person and something big, as he dreamed, and I became a chef, and Daisaku and I lived happily ❤

❤ The end ❤

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69fever · 1 year

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hihihi! i know i am talking to no one rn but i LOVE to act like im an online celeb on this app so i will continue <333 (i would die if anyone i knew irl found this account)

a-levels has been kicking my ass and i am most likely dropping out at the end of this year😅 it has been so bad for my mental health and i am not willing to take the hit carrying on and doing next year. if i feel this awful this year then imagine next year, ygm? i simply don't want to do that

sucks though, because i do enjoy my subjects to an extent. philosophy is so difficult and really boring and my english lit teacher/class is annoying and the studies we're doing are boring😭 i love sociology though

but because of all of this, plus stuff going on in my personal life specifically with my boyfriend (who is the subject of the last two poems i've written), i feel like my creative juices have taken a hit. to be honest, i feel like i could've written the most moving and heart-wrenching poem(s) like 1/2 weeks ago but i was honestly so angry and distraught that i couldn't😭 the idea didn't even come to me which i'm pissed about now because i could've created true genius... well at least like some pretty decent stuff

the one piece i did write was a love letter to my boyfriend. i wanted to show him that i cared about him in a meaningful way, rather than just saying it. so what better way than to write a 7 page love letter? i most likely will post it, i knowwwww no one or not a lot of people will see it but i just want to post it because i want to??? idk😭 perhaps it will reach someone, and who doesn't love to read a love letter? maybe that's just me, a lover girl at heart

it will probably appear shorter than how i let on because i'm going to remove some bits from it, to keep it anonymous. in the letter i included important and relevant dates in our relationship, so that's something i will leave out. additionally, i wrote him 100 things i love about him and will also be leaving that out

so yeah, i will be posting that after this. if anyone is reading this then i hope you enjoy it ^u^

that's pretty much it but i kinda want to be a bit more dedicated to this account because i really like writing poems and romantic shit and sporadic and random fan fictions now and again😭 i started writing one about doing mdma with eren yeager but never finished it ahahahaha, maybe i'll pick that back up (100% will finish it if anyone shows interest, pls read my ymir fan fic for credentials)

okay, bye! :)

(i'm still adding tags btw teehee)

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taelovesjohnny · 8 months

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Time traveled and fell in love ( the outsiders ) protect

Alicia's pov:

"Alicia time to get up or you will be late for school sweetie!" my mom yells from the kitchen. I groan and cover myself with my blanket. It's not that I hated school, I just dreaded to get up. After a few minutes I toss the covers off of me and get up. I splash water into my face to wake up, then put some make up on. I put on a baggy sweatshirt and a skirt, to be honest I never really had a style of clothes. Some days you will see me with baggy ripped Jean's and a tank top, other days you will see me with a crop top and a short skirt. I brush my hair and then put it up with a hair clip. I get my backpack and stuff, then go downstairs to the kitchen. I let out a yawn "hey mom". She looks at me "hey sweetie, did you not get any rest?". I mumble "guess not". I then sit on the table to eat some breakfast. My mom hands me a plate of pankakes. I eat them fast and then start to open the front door. "Bye mom, love you", "love you too honey!". And with that I start walking

Not long before I start walking in see my friend Jocelyn, she was holding her stomach and I knew that her dad or mom had hit her. I knew not to worry about her, but it made me sad to see how she was treated. I always tought to my self that I was really lucky to have loving parents, and I wished jock did too.

"H-hey Alic”she said stuttering, I knew she always had that stutter but It didn't bother me or anything

"Hey jock" I said giving her a smile and we started heading to school.

When we arrived I was about to say something to her because some boys were always bullying her, then she took out her phone, "I-ill call y-you d-dont worry" she told me.

I laughed "you know me well jock" then we separated to go to our classes, it sucked that we didn't have a lot of classes together, only English witch made it okay. I had a bad feeling that something was gonna happen to jock so I stayed close for a bit. No one really decided to mess with me surprisingly not even those stupid boys that bullied jock. Anyone knows that if someone decides to mess with me, I will beat up their ass.

And sure enough I heard jocks voice and her stupid bullies. It was stupid how Jack wanted jock to be his girlfriend even tought he basically was bullying her every single time. I run and make my way there and see that Jack was forcing jock to kiss him.

"Hey get off of her!" I yell, and sure enough they all run away, I run up to her and immediately hug her.

"Are you ok?" I ask her

” n-no, he kissed m-me I don’t like him!” she said.

I could see that she was almost in tears

” I’ve got you, next time I’m beating his ass I promise” I said and hugged her

” thanks Alic your the best” she said

“ I know” I replied

We both went to first period. After it was over I headed to English class. Me and jock both really like that class. I really enjoy reading more than writing. I was really excited since we were going to read the outsiders book. My favorite character is and forever will be is dallas winston. I just immediately fell in love with his character and can never get him off my head. I know that he is fictional but I dont fricking care and will never care. I saw jock coming in and I waved at her

” Hey I’m so excited” I said

” M-me to!” she sai

I watched as the teacher came in and take a seat as she grabbed her own copy of the outsiders.

” Okay class open you books to page one” said the teacher

I was already in page one, I really loved this book and couldn't wait to read it.

” I’m going to call on people to read, so pay attention everyone” said the teacher

I was gonna pay attention like this depended on my life. But then after I started to feel dizzy and my vision was a bit blurry. I had no idea what was happening and I was kinda freaking out. I heard a thud and then everything went black.

"A-Alic wake u-up” I heard a voice and recognised that it was jock right away.

I groaned and got up, I looked at jock and she had a bit of blood on her head.

” Where are we?” I asked confused on what was going on.

“I-i have no c-clue” jock said

Suddenly I saw that she was picked up by someone.

“ Hey baby wanna come have a good time with us” one of the guys said

”N-no thanks” jock replied

"Hey you leave her alone!” I yelled

Suddenly I hear rushed foot steps and jock was pulled away by the boys.

” Leave her alone!” One of the boys said.

And they start to beat the other guys up, wait a minute, it suddenly just hit me, they were the Curtis gang! I felt like I was going to pass out at any moment, me and jock look at each other shocke.

“ Hey are you okay?” Ponyboy asked jock.

Jock nodded her head yes, and walked over to me.

“ o-oh my g-god he talked to me” she said

I was too stunned to even speak.Then they motioned us to follow them and we did. Jock stayed behind I knew she was starting to get shy around them, but I made her walk with them, we ended up at the Curtis house. We all walked in, it was a really nice house.

” A-Are you okay, are y-you cold?" Johnny asked jock

”i-I’m okay, and a-a bit” She told Johnny

I smirked at jock, I knew that he was her fictional crush. She looked down and blushed a bit, then Johnny placed his Jean jacket around jock. I smirked even more.

“ You pretty girls can take a seat we don’t bite” Dallas said smirking

I then turn red and me and jock both sit down.

I look at all of them and think to myself if this is real or if I'm just dreaming or going insane. They look to real to be fake I think. Then I slightly pinch my arm. Yup I'm awake. I tought that I was gonna pass out or die. I couldnt believe that this was actually happening. I look at jock and see that she was still blushing from Johnny giving her his jacket. I see that she was also too stunned to speak or do anything.

"So are you two gonna tell us your names?" Two bit says while chuckling. I always tought that he was funny and always put a smile on everyone's faces.

I hesitate to say my name, I look at jock and she was looking down too shy to say anything. I then knew that she wasn't going to say her name first so I did, I tried my best to keep myself calm and not freak out.

"My name is alicia" I say to everyone

"Pretty name" dally says looking at me, smirking. I look down and blush a bit

I then look at jock and whisper "c'mon jock, atleast tell them your name"

She hesitates for a bit then finally gives in. "M-my name i-is Jocelyn" she says still looking down.

"I-I like that n-name" Johnny said quietly but everyone still heard. I look at jock and smirk a bit. I see her turning even more red, she just nodded as in saying thank you, too shy to speak.

"Well we should probably introduce ourselves too" Darry says. I try to hold in my laugh while thinking 'you dont need to we already know', but I just nod.

"I'm darry and these are my two brothers" he says pointing at ponyboy and sodapop

"I'm ponyboy" ponyboy says a bit shy. I smile at him, starting to feel a bit more comfortable.

"Lovely name ponyboy" I say, he smiles at me. I was basically freaking out of excitement. I look at jock she was still looking down.

"I'm sodapop, but you two can call me soda" he says giving us his movie star smile.

I nod and so does jock a bit.

"I'm Steve, sodas best friend" he said. I smile at him a bit, to witch he returns.

"I'm two bit and I love watching mickey." He says. I cant help but chuckle a bit. 'Oh I know' I think to myself.

Johnny looked at both of us shyly. "My n-name is Johnny" he says. Jock looks up a bit at him and blushes and nods. I wanted to laugh ag jocks reaction, since was basically speechless, and looked up a bit when johhny introduced himself.

"I'm Dallas, but you two pretty girls can call me dally" dally says looking at us. I immediately look a bit down and blush. I didn't want him to see me blush. Me and jock both just look down.

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Roll of Thunder, Hear My Cry (1977)

Roll of thunder Hear my cry Over the water Bye and bye Ole man comin’ Down the line Whip in hand to Beat me down But I ain’t Gonna let him Turn me around.

[Spoilers ahead]

What an important book — just as tense as The Slave Dancer in parts, but less horrifying and more insightful and entertaining... which I have some (not-so-groundbreaking) thoughts about. (These posts keep getting longer and longer, but forgive me; I was excited about this one.)

Roll of Thunder, Hear My Cry was always on the shelves in my elementary classrooms, but I was never interested enough to pick it up. I remember thinking that the book must be written in something like Shakespearean English, given the title. And I suppose this is kind of true, although not with ye olde English. The dialog spoken by the Logan family is written in African American Vernacular English while the narrative portion is in more traditional written English.

I appreciate this because it both gave insight into how Cassie and her family communicated with each other without code-switching and illustrated the idea that speaking "properly" is not indicative whatsoever of actual intelligence. Even today, in which it seems like anyone non-white person is automatically dismissed if they can't speak perfect English without a thick accent, I appreciated seeing phrases like, "You care what a lot of useless people say 'bout you you'll never get anywhere, 'cause there's a lotta folks don't want you to make it” spoken aloud by characters. The Logan family felt much, much more real than the Black characters in Slave Dancer, who were almost always talked about collectively as "the blacks" and as though they didn't have the mental capacity to communicate at all.

But before Analysis Brain takes over the rest of this post, let's go into the plot a bit:

The story is about the Logans, a Black family in the American South during the Jim Crow era. There has just been a lynching in the community, which leads Cassie on a roundabout journey during the school year to figure out the role she is supposed to hold in society as a Black girl. A lot of different relationships between the Black and white people in the community take place:

TJ, a friend of Cassie's brother Stacey, thinks he's a hotshot for hanging out with some older white boys and feels like this has elevated his social status, even though they're just toying with him as a joke. They end up getting him to commit a crime with them and pin it on him because they're aware of their privilege; it's ultimately their word against his.

Cassie's teacher embodies the "don't bite the hand that feeds" mentality. When Cassie is outraged after finding out that her class's textbooks used to belonged to white children and were only given to the Black school once they were torn up and worn out, her teacher punishes her and her younger brother for having a problem with it.

Jeremy, a boy from a prominent white family, likes to hang out with Stacey and walks in the mornings with the Logan family before they part ways to go to their separate schools, but Stacey rejects his friendship several times because he's suspicious of Jeremy's motives. In this case, a genuine offer of friendship is confused for being transactional, just from what he's seen of other interactions between Black and white folks.

In the end, tensions between Cassie's family and the Wallaces, the white family that orchestrated the first lynching, come to a head. TJ, who participated in a robbery with two of the Wallace sons that led to a white man's accidental death, is about to be lynched, but a sudden fire in the Logans' cotton fields leads to everyone helping to put out the flames. TJ escapes the situation with his life, but he still ends up going to jail for the crime. At the very end, Cassie realizes her father had set fire to his own field to cause a distraction that would end up affecting everyone in the community if they didn't all work together to stop it.

But my favorite part by far was the long con that Cassie pulls on a rude white girl, Lillian Jean. In short, LJ disrespects Cassie and asks her to call her "Miss" as a show of subservience, and when Cassie protests, Cassie's grandmother makes her apologize to both LJ and her father to avoid an even worse conflict, even though she's done nothing wrong. Cassie decides to take this apology to the extreme and pretends to be LJ's friend and "know her place": she carries her books for her, compliments her, brushes her hair, etc., as though she was LJ's personal servant. During this time, she learns all of LJ's most important schoolgirl secrets, including which boys she likes. After some time passes, Cassie suddenly drops the act and pushes LJ into the mud one morning, making her promise to not bother her again and threatening to reveal her secrets if she tells anyone what Cassie did.

The chapter ends with Lillian Jean seeming completely shocked, saying she truly thought Cassie was her friend during the entire act. I think this shows the true ignorance in the white perspective at the time: many religious leaders in the Bible-thumpin' South preached that whites were God's chosen people and Black people were always intended to serve others, so I doubt Lillian Jean even thought to view Cassie as a real person. To her, Cassie could only ever be an uneducated, opinionless servant — a background character without her own personality who only has value when serving white people. For Lillian Jean to confuse Cassie's act with true friendship shows how many assumptions she's making about Cassie's very personhood.

In this case, I don't think the book was trying to portray LJ as a serious aggressor; if anything, it shows that she's not really at fault at all by way of sheer ignorance. From what the rest of the book shows, Lillian Jean was just parroting her family's views when she saw Cassie acting as though she had value beyond what was socially expected of Black members of their community, so she belittled Cassie to put her back into the role she was "supposed" to fill. Of course, this mindset is still around today in different ways (e.g., the more modern "I don't care if you're gay, but don't shove it down my throat" mentality if a same-sex couple dares to hold hands or essentially do anything a straight couple would do in public), and maybe it always will be.

This is nothing new (High School Musical illustrated roughly the same thing through teen romance and dance numbers nearly 20 years ago), but: There's such a deep-seated need to show others where we feel they belong in relation to ourselves, and I think this largely reflects what we were shown and taught by others in our childhoods. Our egos are too fragile to be able to let go of the things that other people do and not feel a desire to "put them in their place" if we were shown all our lives that our own place is higher on the totem pole — but acting rudely because of ignorance isn't an acceptable excuse in the Internet Age.

One of the quotes I try to live by goes something like, "Your first thought is what society has told you to think; your second thought determines your character." We have more opportunities than ever before in history to inform and shape that second thought into something kind, respectful, and productive.

With The Slave Dancer, I felt nothing but disgust and a strong desire to put the book down (or even throw it in the trash) while reading Jesse's perspective of being an unwilling white participant in the transatlantic slave trade. The idea that the slaves in Slave Dancer did not have any dialog forced the focus onto the despicable actions of characters like Ben Stout, who tormented slaves for fun, and it was just tragedy after tragedy until the slaves all perished at the end of the book.

But when given only the perspective of the Black characters in Roll of Thunder, I couldn't put it down and read the whole thing across two days. Both stories depicted race-related violence and gave a good picture of what people are truly capable of when driven by a hatred of the "other," but I was much more willing and eager to root for the Logan family and read about their lives in their own words than play the part of the powerless observer like Jesse.

This is long enough: 9/10, Recommendable.

#booklr #books #currently reading #newbery #newberyaward #newberymedal #reading #books and reading #roll of thunder #hear my cry #roll of thunder hear my cry #kids books

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feijoaaas · 1 year

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nobody cares about this but i just gotta say it somewhere so i can fucking fall asleep already because it’s 03.22am

i’ve been working like a beast to try and finish off the exams and tasks that must be completed before i can get student loan again, found out monday that i’m missing a meekly 1,5 credits to get my next loan and if i don’t get it in this week then the first cheque of the term is obliterated into thin air never to be seen again, because you have 4 weeks from when the semester starts to accomplish your credits and if you haven’t done it in those four weeks then you don’t get any loan for that period and can’t get any until the week after your grades have been reported

it’s.. it sure is a system but hey some of that money is just free money that i get for being a student and i never have to pay that back so like. obviously i want the free money, along with the loan so i can pay bills and y’know. live a little

these credits are from a class in english that i took last term but i barely passed half the credits and now it’s a race to amend them. which isn’t all that easy because you can’t amend your credits whenever you feel like it, just in the spaces of the re-exam period (which thank god is still ongoing) but even so teachers at uni here usually have a three week grading period. and i have three days. until i can say bye bye to a lot of money.

so up until monday and including half of monday i thought i “just” had to do a 1000 word essay on a short story, THEN i was made aware that i had to do the essay and read two novels and answer questions about those, none of which i’ve read yet. one of them doesn’t even exist in libraries so i’d have to literally purchase it and that’s just not on my agenda right now

realising that i had slim to no chance at being able to manage that, i checked to see if i could finish another task or exam instead, and yes i could do a powerpoint oral presentation on a chosen accent and talk about phonemes and phonetic assimilation and elision and vowels and a brief history of the country and i was uhh fuck but okay. so that’s what i spent monday evening and all of today tuesday doing. i didn’t even have breakfast until 5pm when i was done and had sent the whole thing in for grading

however the person grading that turned out to be another person than who was gonna grade the essay and the novel questions, and that person has been really helpful when i’ve emailed her and told me to let her know when i’d handed in the essay and she’d have a look at it right away. that obviously doesn’t mean i’d get a pass but it’s at least nice to know there are teachers that try to be helpful

the other teacher that i ended up emailing today to explain my situation to (i need to get 1,5 credits by friday ideally, what can i do, i know it’s unreasonable to ask but can i let you know when i’ve submitted the presentation so you can have a look at it asap?) ended up feeling much less forthcoming and even though i finished the presentation and submitted it i’m not entirely sure i’ll get a pass on it. i hope so, but the other classmates had more thorough presentations where they had more examples of all sorts of things, diphthongs and connected speech and h-dropping and consonant phonemes and while i guess my pres was okay, it wasn’t as thorough as some of the others (we had to watch each other’s and give feedback on them).

so at the end of the evening i ended up going back to start on the 1000 word essay even though i realised there’s no way i’ll be able to get it all done, not to mention i have a 700 word essay to be done by thursday for the class i’m currently taking because thats gonna be discussed in a study group with my classmates so it can’t be a rough draft, it has to be actually finished

but then i remembered. the teacher who was forthcoming told me already a month ago when i brought it up that i needed to amend my credits, that i could do an oral presentation for more credits than what i’m currently lacking

and that presentation is different to the one i finished today, which actually had to be semi-decent and thorough

this other presentation, all i have to do is read a short story and then do a 5 minute oral presentation about what it’s about and what the underlying themes are and what the protagonist is going through

it doesn’t have to be formal or academic and i don’t have add citations with referencing and have a thesis statement and make sure my lines are indented and god knows what else all the things you have to have in an essay, and that’s not even counting the words and for it to make sense and be decent

i just have to yabber on about a short story for 5 mins while i record my screen and yabadabadoo i’m fucking good to go my maties. it’ll probably take me longer to actually put together the presentation than anything else, powerpoint and me are not friends but ah, i am feeling really positive that i can get a grade if not tomorrow then at least thursday because like shawn said: i can only fail up, with this

literally legend. anyway that’s everything i had to get out of me.

fingers crossed i get not one but two grades by thursday at the latest, because i need those credits regardless but extra much right now

and the story i gotta read that i’ve chosen is the purple elephant?? was it? by orwell?

anyway that’s all peeps, thank you and goodnight

#it’s a long rant about my grades and school and nothing more serious than that

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0x1lovebot · 3 years

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✧⋄⋆ enhypen as boyfriends at school ⋆⋄✧

gender neutral! reader (afab!)

a/n; I'm sorry this is also school related!! this is the only way I can cope with my junior year of hs starting tomorrow 😔

heeseung

heeseung is the type to carry your bag in the hallway

no matter how heavy it is, no matter how tired he is, no matter how much you frickin p r o t e s t

he always holds it for you

and he 100% gets offended when you dont let him do it 😭😭

"omg heeseung, it's my bag!!🙄"

"oh so you don't trust me with your stuff now?! I see how it is!!😔😔"

[rest of the members under cut!!!]

jay

jay waits outside of your classroom to take you out to lunch

when the bell rings he waits for you to come out

and when you do he links arms with you and gives you a kiss before pulling you along with him to go get food

and if you're taking too long to leave the classroom he just walks in and pulls you out as he greets your teacher with a smile

"oh hi ms. *insert teacher name here*😁"

"hi jay!"

jake

jake always brings a extra hoodie to school

'why??' you may be asking

because he knows you get cold sometimes and forget to bring a sweater with you

so he always brings an extra and gives it to you before the school day starts

"babe you didn't have to bring me a hoodie..."

"so you would rather I leave you to freeze??🤨"

sunghoon

sunghoon always, a l w a y s walks you to your classes

it doesn't matter if he's late to his class

he could literally care less

he needs to protect you from heathens of the hallways😤😤

you really wish he would get to class on time but also who could say no to sunghoon??

sunoo

manz has a whole section of his backpack reserved for you!!

snacks for you?? he's got it!!

hand lotion?? HE'S GOT IT!!

extra pads just in case?? h e ' s g o t i t !!

he has a bunch more stuff in there too so that he's ready for every y/n situation!!

jungwon

jungwon sends you cute short messages when you're in the middle of class

they're like little serotonin boosts!!

"hey baby, you're gonna kick that math test's ass!! u got this!!😤💕

"I'll bring you a coffee after english class ok?? I know you're gonna need the caffeine!!😭"

"hey just so you know, I love you!! ok see you at lunch bye❤"

ni-ki

you and riki share several classes and just so happen to be desk mates in every one of them

soooooo riki likes to play with your hands in the middle of class

he messes with your fingers and plays with the rings that you wear *bitch that's so cute wtf😔*

he sometimes forgets that hes literally in the middle of class because he becomes so invested in counting the lines on the palm of your hand

a teacher tried to separate you 2 but soon realized that riki would straight up perish if that happened

permanent taglist; @snghnluvr @shrutiajit @bakukags @witheeseung @binniesbf @ezakaru @pc-yeolie @dear-dreamie @thekinkpopstandsforkrackheads @3ggieyolk @hoonbokki @love-4-keum @sunshinelixie-lee

#enhypen x reader #enhypen headcanons #enhypen #enhypen fluff #enhypen heeseung #enhypen jay #enhypen jake #enhypen sunghoon #enhypen sunoo #enhypen jungwon #enhypen niki #nishimura riki #enhypen scenarios #faithwrites🌱

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mae-gi-writes · 3 years

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Once Again (PT.I) | Iwaizumi Hajime (Haikyu!)

ONCE AGAIN : PART ONE

Summary: Iwaizumi’s broken marriage results in his five-year-old son trying to match him up with his primary school teacher, whom he thinks will make a wonderful replacement for a mother.

Genre: fluff, slight angst, f!reader x dad! Iwaizumi

A/N: There will be 2 or 3 parts of this oneshot! Depending on how long I feel like writing. Thanks for checking it out and stopping by! Let’s dive into some Iwa moments :,)

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“What’s your return policy on rings?”

The saleswoman smiles sympathetically behind the counter. That stupid sympathetic smile he’s been getting for weeks on end now. And it never stops; with his co-workers, with his family, his friends...

Iwaizumi’s sick of it. He’s sick of having to prove that he’s doing just fine, thank you very much. When in truth, his heart is constantly being torn apart and stomped upon as is people have nothing better to do than torture him in their free time.

“I’m sorry, but these rings have been brought more than three years ago, and our warrant only lasts for three years,” the saleswoman keeps on talking but it doesn’t matter, for Iwaizumi can already feel the anger slowly creep up through the back of his neck, can already feel the vibrating emotions clogging up his sense of judgement.

His fists clench at his sides upon impulse, the physical pain of his nails driving into his palms enough to remind him to stay cordial. It’s not the woman’s fault, the better part of him chants, it’s not her fault at all.

“Fine,” he manages to grovel out, barely, “thanks anyway.”

He all but storms out of the shop while shoving the rectangular box back in his pant pocket, and though it’s been more than four months since his ugly divorce with the woman he’d hoped to share the rest of his life with, the weight of their promise hangs heavy and hot upon his thigh.

The thing is, Iwaizumi is mad. He is seething. If one were to give him a bat, he’d probably destroy the entire town by himself. Not because she was the one that cheated, not because she was the one going behind his back numerous times a week to seek out her lover when he’d been basically driven mad between Hoisuke’s cries and the stress of call meetings scheduled back to back.

No, he’s angry. Because how the fuck could she do this to Hoisuke? How can she break the child’s heart like that, so ruthlessly, without even thinking twice about the consequences?

Because if there is a victim in all this, then it’s definitely Hoisuke. And not only that, Hoisuke understands that his mother has been acting strange, that she doesn’t return at regular times and that her hugs now smell of cigarette smoke with a bittertaste of alcohol.

Iwaizumi is so caught up in anger that he almost blunders past his battered Hyundai, red and chipping away at the corners. Still, this car holds so many memories, the good and the bad ones.

“Can’t you get a newer car? I thought your company could sponsor you,” the ghost of his wife’s voice echoes through his head, a blatant reminder of all the things she’d found wrong in his life.

“Why?” he’d tilted his head around to fix his gaze on her figure bending over the sink. The TV was playing in the background and he thanked the gods that the morning comics were taking up Hoisuke’s attention, enough to distract him from his parents’ quibbles.

“It’s just--so old and tacky.”

“It still works well, doesn’t it? Why change it now?”

She’d paused, hesitated slightly before blundering on, “It’s embarrassing. My colleagues keep asking if we're poor or something."

"Who cares what your colleagues think?"

Fuck her, Iwaizumi mentally swears as he turns on the ignition. Fuck her and all her needs for a better life. As if the life they had wasn't more than enough. Pulling out into the street to join the incoming traffic, he blinks away the sudden tears accumulating at the corner of his eyes and swears once more, this time aloud, glad that Hoisuke isn't in his presence when he gets in such a foul mood.

Iwaixumi may be angry. He may be filled with pent-up rage from the memory still attached to the day he'd discovered a used condom in their bathroom trash. But that doesn't mean it hurts any less.

That doesn't mean he does not still cry into his pillow over it every night.

----

"Please don't forget to do your homework for tomorrow! We'll correct them before moving on to the next chapter," you call out to your students as excited chatter fills the air. Students rise from their seats, some calling you bye and waving as they all file out of the classroom and you can't help the small smile lingering over your lips even though your feet are killing you.

Outside, parents have already lined up to collect their kids, the chatter and bustle of people ebbing away down the corridor as you let out a soft sigh.

"Miss?"

You jolt, not realizing that one of your students stands by the table wringing his hands, "what's wrong Hoisuke? Dad's not here yet?"

He shakes his head, watery eyes blinking up at you as he raises his thumb to his lips. You stand quickly and motion him to come close until he's within reach before your hand smoothes over the back of his head, "it's okay. He's probably stuck in traffic. I'll wait with you."

It's not surprising that parents get tardy once in a while and you're all too accustomed to those slight change in plans. Thankfully, you manage to distract the young boy with some coloured crayons and a piece of paper while you dial for his father's number.

It keeps ringing. No one picks up.

You try once more, one more time after that. But still, nothing. It shifts to voicemail. You decide it's better than nothing, "hi Iwaizumi-san. This is Y/N, Hoisuke's teacher. I was just wondering what time you would be picking up Hoisuke? Please call me as soon as possible. Thank you."

You end the call only to spot Hoisuke's eyes on you, intent and impatient for you to explain, "it's okay," you tell him with a smile, "he'll be here soon. Don't worry. Do you want to keep colouring some more?"

Hoisuke nods, to which your smile widens. It's those special moments, where your shyest students express themselves, that your chest warms with sympathy and affection. You've been there, you know how it feels like not to be heard, and you appreciate every interaction they offer you.

Being a primary school teacher is tough, especially since it wasn't in your original plans. But the satisfaction of bringing up some of the world's future leaders cancelled out all the late nights correcting tests and scrambled weekends trying to finish off as many worksheets as you possibly could for the coming week. You can’t complain, not when you have a decent salary that keeps bread on the table and a roof over your head.

A tug on your sleeve brings you back to Hoisuke looking up at you, a scribbled drawing of what seems to be of him and his dad. You feel yourself chuckling at how he's drawn both their hair in brown spikes, erratically extravagant and yet so close to reality.

"That's really good, Hoisuke!" You beam down at him, "what do you and your dad do on weekends?"

He shrugs shyly, head averted to the side so that there's no need for eye contact. And in the shyest voice he can muster up, he says:

"Daddy brings me...to see Mama," Hoisuke's words are barely above a mumble, "they live in different houses. They can't live together anymore."

Uneasiness squeeses in your stomach, followed by sympathy for this soft-hearted boy. You had overheard some of your colleagues giggling about Hoisuke's dad being attractive and single -- a combo that teachers adore -- but that doesn't mean that the weight of his words don't lay heavy on your own conscience.

"Do you miss your Mama a lot?" You ask him softly. Unconsciously, your hand finds a way to smooth over his head.

The boy doesn't pull away. Instead, he nods, "sometimes. But it is better this way. Daddy smiles more now. And there's no one to shout and make noise."

"Are you happy, Hoisuke? With your dad?"

He nods and to your amazement grins, "daddy is funny. He tells me not to swear but when he burns the food he always swears. And then he says to shush and tells me to close my ears. He also makes me pancakes every Saturday morning before I go see Mama."

Right on cue, a figure bursts through the open classroom door and both your heads snap to see a drenched, older version of Hoisuke who looks like he just finished running a marathon.

"I'm--" he wheezes, causing you to stand in alarm and concern, "I'm sorry I'm--so late--"

"Daddy, you forgot me again!" Comes Hoisuke's statement as you ask Iwaizumi if he's okay. He shakes off your worry with a flick of his hand and a shake of his head, "I'm fine. Sorry-- there's a nasty rain outside--"

"It's okay," you reassure him as Hoisuke practically barrels into his father and almosy knocks him off his feet.

"Sorry Hoisuke," you watch Iwaizumi's hardened features soften ever so slightly as he ruffles his son's hair. Then, looking back up at you as you bring over Hoisuke's backpack, he says, "thank you. For looking after him."

"It's no problem, honestly. We had fun didn't we?" You grin down at your student and are delighted to find Hoisuke grinning back up at you, albeit shyly, "I put his homework in his diary. He'll need to complete it for tomorrow so that he doesn't fall behind in class."

His father nods, "alright. Thanks."

"Daddy, your hair looks atrocious," Hoisuke says, tugging onto his shirt.

"Atrocious huh?" Iwazumi's eyebrow rise, "someone was listening in their English class today."

"Atrocious means that it looks bad. Daddy, your hair looks bad."

"Thanks buddy, I knew that. Now say bye to Miss Y/N."

"Bye bye, miss Y/N," Hoisuke says, wriggling his short arm through the air as you wave back with a giggle. His father nods at you in silent thanks, makes a move to walk out of the class, only to swivel back to you just as you're collecting your bag.

"Uhm," he clears his throat, causing you to jump slightly, "yes?" You blink back at him and try hard not to stare at the way his white shirt clings to his toned chest, translucent from the rain.

"Do you need a ride?"

-----

You've known Iwaizumi since high school. Having graduated just two years later than he did, his reputation had preceded him throughout the school halls even though you'd never actually had any face to face interaction with the said man. Iwaizumi doesn't know this of course and you are adamant about keeping it a secret. But that plan seems to be unraveling before your very eyes the moment your small talk turns towards your academic history.

"You're from Aoba Johsai?" His surprised glance doesn't escape your notice, especially since that's the most reaction you've gotten out of him.

"Yeah," your eyes stay glued to the row of cars crawling through the motorway, "I remember you went there too, right?"

"How'd you know?"

"You were Aoba's ace volleyball player. Everyone knew who you were."

His silence answers you and for a moment, you fear that you might have offended him. Not that it's something to be offended about.

Before you try to scratch your brain for some kind of response -- any response -- Hoisuke pipes up from the back seat, "Daddy was famous back when he was in high school. He hit the ball like kapow! And jumped so high he can touch the sky."

"Oh? Have you seen him on camera?" You turn slightly, a small smile dangling off your lips at how adorably amazed and excited Hoisuke seems to be.

"Yeah! His spikes are so awesome! It goes pow! And it zooms! Like a cannon ball!"

You burst out laughing, "yes, your father was amazing whenever he was on the court. Every girl in our class had a crush on him."

"What's a crush?"

"Hmm, you know when you really like someone. You like like them, you want to be together with them. Like, girlfriend and boyfriend."

"Oh," Hoisuke draws out, "did you really like daddy too?"

"Yeah I did."

"What?" Iwaizumi almost chokes on his own spit at the same time traffic eases and you're glad for the distraction, for you're certain there's a scattering of colour upon your cheeks.

"Do you really like him now?" Hoisuke persists, undoubtly untouched by the embarrassment taking over his father's features and you swear that more than ever, you want to laugh at how flustered Iwaizumi looks.

You decide to play nice though and instead turn to wink at your student, "that's a secret for me to keep."

You don't have to look twice to know that the man beside you is bursting into hot flames.

-----

"Did you really like Mama before you started living separately?"

Iwaizumi swears that he's never felt so uncomfortable in his life. Not when he's had to state that he was divorced, not when he had to sign divorce papers half drunk off his ass. Not even when he'd raged after his said ex-wife after finding a tie that wasn't his own in his laundry pile.

Now is probably a good definition of what uncomfortable means.

"You're not gonna let me off the hook are you?" He steals a glance at Hoisuke from over his shoulder while stirring the vegetable curry, "yes, I really liked your mother."

"Did she?"

The word 'yes' almost slips past his mouth. Except, he isn't sure whether that's the truth and decides to shoot back with, "have you finished your homework, Hoisuke? You know it's due tomorrow. Miss Y/N said so."

"Do you really like miss Y/N?"

"What?" Iwaizumi frowns, "well--no. Not like that."

"Why?" His son whines, "I really really like Miss Y/N. She's nice to me and she never shouts. And she bakes good cookies!"

"How'd you know that?" Iwaizumi leans over to taste a bit of the sauce. Not bad, he thinks and mentally pats himself on the back. A few weeks ago, he would've probably burnt the entire house down.

"Because she bakes them every month. Every time we finish a test."

"That's nice of her."

"Yes," there's a pause as the man fishes out a bowl in which to serve the curry, "daddy, what do you do when you really like someone? Do you marry them like you and Mama did?"

"Uh--yeah. Sure."

"Then does that mean I need to marry Miss Y/N if I really like her?"

"Yup."

"Daddy!"

Iwaizumi bursts out laughing. Turning off the stovetop and bringing the bowl over to the dining table, he reaches out to ruffle his son's hair with a grin, "you're the one who has a crush on miss Y/N."

"She's too old for me Daddy," grumbles Hoisuke while scooping out two rice bowls as the pair sit down for dinner, "but she'll be good for you."

"Not that simple, buddy," Iwaizumi says as he dumps two spoonfuls of curry into his son's bowl, before doing the same with his own, "there's a difference between like and love."

A frown falls over his son's face, so like his own that Iwaizumi can't help but chuckle, "what is the difference?"

"Well, when you really like someone, you might want to get to know them better. Or play with them andd shit--stuff like that. When you love someone, it's..." he hesitates, "it's different."

"Why?"

There goes that innocent question that punctures his chesy a little too deeply. The brown-haired man steadies his gaze upon the calendar fixed on the wall opposite him as he answers with:

"When you love someone, you want to live with them. You want to start a family with them. Their happiness," his brown orbs switch back to his son's focused attention, "their happiness is all that matters."

Maybe it's the fact that he's not used to speaking so truthfully about such things. Maybe it's just Hoisuke who suddenly realizes the layers hidden beneath his father's poker-faced exterior. But for a moment, neither of them speak, as if bewitched by a silencing spell if broken by the scraping of cutlery against porcelain.

"Did you love mama?"

Hoisuke's voice is small, fragile. So fragile that Iwaizumi pauses just as his spoon reaches his mouth, glancing over at his boy. His beautiful boy.

"Yeah."

Another short pause. "Did she love me?"

"Of course she did," Iwaizumi's face softens. To be honest, Hoisuke hadn't showed any kind of restraint during the entire divorce procedure, had merely accepted things as they had unfolded before his very eyes. But sometimes, Iwaizumi fears his son might be keeping more from him than he lets on.

He ressembles his mother a lot in that sense.

"Then," wet coffee-coloured eyes blink up at him, lips trembling with a hoarse whisper, "why'd she leave?"

Before his father can say anything, the young boy bursts into tears.

Iwaizumi rushes over, clasping Hoisuke in his embrace as the child buries his face into his neck and cries and cries and cries. His little heart beats like wild horses and with every sob echoing through hid body, Iwaizumi feels his own heart break over and over again. One of his hands rub comforting circles of Hoisuke's back, while the other smoothes over the back of his head as he murmurs soft nothings in hopes that it will calm down the young child.

"I want--" Hoisuke's voice is thick with tears, "I want Mama--"

"Shh, hey it's okay," Iwaizumi murmurs out, "s'alright kiddo. I got you."

Hoisuke falls asleep eventually, the soft sniffles dying out into even breaths as he slumps against his father’s shoulder, probably tired out from his earlier emotions. Iwaizumi takes this as his chance to tuck the boy into bed, glad that he’d listened to the small subconscious in his head telling him that Hoisuke would be falling asleep sooner rather than latter.

As he smoothes over his son’s hair, a part of him wonders how much Hoisuke is still silently hurting from his mother’s departure. He can’t imagine it; suddenly changing lives like you’ve merely changed your bed sheets and Iwaizumi had been so caught up in his own heartbreak, in his own bout of silent rage, that he’d forgotten that along the way, Hoisuke was also a victim to their endless fighting, the cold war that had broken his family apart.

He wishes he can take the pain away, ease it somehow. But it’s not that simple. The truth is, no one can actually predict how a heart gets broken, nor when it does. The only evidence are the repurcussions. And it’s only now that Iwaizumi gets to see it truly take its form.

Leaning over to press a soft kiss to Hoisuke’s forehead, Iwaizumi murmurs his silent goodnight before walking out and gently closing the bedroom door behind him.

He leans onto the hard wooden surface and rubs his eyes. It is only upon pulling them away that he takes notice of the family photograph hanging on the opposite wall, frozen smiles wrapped up in lies.

He really needs to take that down.

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Wanda X Reader - 10 Things I hate about you - Part One

Summary: Pietro Maximoff is handsome and popular, but he can't date before his twin sister. The problem is that no one can get close to his sister, Wanda Maximoff. To resolve the situation, a girl interested in Pietro bribes a colleague with a mysterious past to go out with Wanda and, who knows, try to win her over. Or The one directly inspired by 10 Things I Hate About You.

Words: 6.553K /// Read on AO3 too || Part Two

Warnings: PG, fluff, language; goth wanda is back thank god.

Notes: If English is your native language and I used slang that doesn't make sense at all, forgive me. It is really hard to translate many dialects from Portuguese to English. Anyways enjoy your reading!

You rode your skateboard to school today. Your mother was angry with you and took the keys to your motorcycle while yelling that you were difficult to raise, so you grabbed your backpack and skateboard while slamming the door on your way out.

It didn't take long to get to school, though.

You absolutely hate this place. Sometimes you get the impression that you are surrounded by completely mental people.

You walked across the parking lot and got off your skateboard, quickly waving to your friend Carol Danvers, who was smoking leaning against the wall of the school building. You would have to talk to them later, as you had a meeting scheduled with the school principal.

Shrugging off the students as you entered the building, you ignored the stares you received and headed toward Ms. Harkness' office.

You entered without knocking because the door was already open, since she was talking to another student, and when the stranger got up she almost tripped over you on her way out. The principal raised her eyes from her notebook to you, and smiled wryly.

- Well, well, Miss Y/L/N. - she said. - I see these encounters of ours are becoming recurrent.

- I like to be around beautiful women, Miss Harkness. - You stated with a charming smile and crossed arms. The woman laughed lightly as she returned her gaze to her notebook.

- Let me see what happened here. - She mumbled to herself, probably trying to find the notes. - Wow, top nudity exhibit in the cafeteria.

You scratched your head impatiently.

- They were melons, Miss Harkness. - You clarified. - I was making a little joke.

Harkness let out a wry chuckle as she stood up.

- How about you keep them under your blouse, huh? - She scoffed, pointing slightly at the height of your breasts and giving you a wink. You frowned. - Out!

You startled slightly, and Mrs. Harkness giggled, returning to her seat.

You blinked in confusion and turned away, mumbling wryly that she was an excellent professional before you left.

//-//

Carol was waiting for you outside the room, a few feet ahead in the hallway against her own lockers, and you greet her with a kiss on the cheek quickly.

- How did it go today? Did she say anything interesting? - Carol asked with humor in her voice. You leaned your back against the closet, letting out a chuckle.

- No way. - You replied. - She just told me to keep my breasts under my blouse.

Carol laughs lightly, while you check your cell phone. And then she touches your arm lightly. When you raise your eyes to her, she signals the corridor.

- New faces. - She nods, and you notice that it's the same girl who bumped into you in the Harkness room. Now she is accompanied by Bruce Banner, who was clearly showing her around.

- Wow, people keep choosing to come to this place. - You mock, making your friend laugh a little.Carol then checks the clock on her wrist and signals that she needs to get to her history class. You say goodbye to her, but get distracted by your cell phone again, and then the bell rings, and you have to run to get to the literature room on the other side of the building.

//-//

You stumble into the room, and all the students turn to look at you.

- What have I missed? - you ask, trying to normalize your breathing after running through the halls.

- The oppressive patriarchal values that determine our education. - replied a girl you didn't know.

- Nice. - You grumble with a slight laugh, as you hurry to sit in the back of the room.

- You must love detention, don't you, Miss Y/L/N? This is your third delay this week. - commented the teacher as soon as you sat down. Several giggles were heard, but you didn't pay much attention. You threw your bag on the chair and tried to pretend that you were interested in whatever Professor Fury was teaching.

- Professor Fury, any chance you could ask Wanda to take her Midol before coming to class? - scoffed Pepper Potts, one of the most popular and insufferable girls at this school. You rolled your eyes at the teasing, and leaned back as the rest of the class giggled.

- One of these days Mrs. Maximoff is going to punch you in the nose, and I'm not going to do anything to stop her. - Fury replied seriously, wiping the ironic smile off Potts' face. - And Wanda, I want to thank you for your point of view. I know how hard it must have been to overcome all those years of upper middle-class suburban oppression. It must be hard. - He sneered and then started walking toward the girl who was probably Wanda. - But the next time you protest about demanding better food, or whatever it is that white kids protest about, ask them why they don't buy books written by black people!

You let out a little laugh, and Professor Fury looked at you seriously.

- Do you find something funny, Miss?

You shrugged, straightening your posture.

- Sorry to interrupt your speech, Mr. Fury. - You say. - But you're blaming Wanda for something she has no control over. Wouldn't it be better to suggest books written by black women, instead of separating the fights?

Professor Fury blinks in irritation at you, while Wanda looks in your direction, looking surprised.

- Out. Principal office. - says the professor, and you blink in surprise. - Both of you, by the way! You pissed me off!

You grumble, and grab your backpack and leave the room, with Wanda following behind. But you don't speak to her, and when you leave the room, you go to opposite sides of the hallway, since you had no intention of seeing the principal at all.

//-//

You ended up skipping the last two classes of the day while sneaking a smoke with Carol behind the bleachers of the soccer field.

And then you accepted the ride home that she offered you.

- See you tomorrow, troublemaker. - She said good-bye, and you just nodded as you walked toward the front door.

Your mother was at home, sitting at her computer in the living room, and you thought maybe you could sneak past her, but as soon as you closed the door she turned around with her arms crossed.

- The school called. - She said as she stood up, and you let out an impatient sigh as you threw your backpack on the floor by the door. - Are you trying to get suspended?

- Oh yeah, that's my dream. - You scoff, walking toward the kitchen.

- You're going to be grounded.

- I'm already grounded. - You retort softly, and your mother walks over to the counter.

- You think I'm kidding? - She exclaims angrily, and then she's heading down the hall, and you're curious what she's going to do, so you follow her through the house to the garage. You look impassive as she glances around, but then she grabs a hammer and screwdriver from the cabinet and heads for her motorcycle. Your whole body tenses up, but before you can do anything, your mother is breaking your bike.

- You've gone crazy! - You shout as you run toward her, but she turns threateningly toward you with the objects pointed in your direction

- No more fighting! - she shouts. - You're not going anywhere on this damn motorcycle, do you hear me? You are grounded until college.

And then she throws the tools on the floor, and leaves the garage. You take a deep breath, trying not to break everything in front of you, and turn to your motorcycle. Some parts were broken, but you could fix them. The problem would be having the money to do it.

//-//

Tuesday started with biology. And you were really pissed off about the whole thing with your mom and your motorcycle. The professor asked the groups to dissect frogs, and the damn scalpel he handed out wasn't cutting anything. So you grabbed your knife hidden in your boot, and angrily pierced the animal.

- You've lost your mind, put that away! - ordered Carol sitting next to you as she looked around to see if the teacher had seen. You let out an angry sigh and put the item away.

You were bored, and you smoked when you were bored. So you turned the valve on the experimental flame on the bench while putting a cigarette in your mouth, and walked over to light it.

- Girl, what's the matter with you today? - Carol asked impatiently, closing the valve and taking the cigarette out of your mouth.

You mumbled without answering, and she let out a dry laugh before going back to writing. Your gaze wandered around the room and you thought that the new girl and Bruce Banner were looking at you from the table in front of you, but they looked away quickly, so you got distracted again.

//-//

The next class was better because it kept your hands busy. Mechanics with Professor Howard Stark was interesting as he allowed the students to experiment as much as they wanted.

At this moment you were welding a car part while trying not to burn your fingers when you heard a female voice next to you.

- Hi, how are you? - the girl said, and as you turned you realized that it was the new student. You frowned confused, you don't talk to anyone. You thought you should have an aggressive posture, because the girl's voice trembled a little, and then she quickly said good-bye and left the room. You shook your head and went back to concentrating on the lesson.

- What the hell was that all about? - Carol asked from beside you, and you shrugged.

- I told you there are only crazy people in this school. - You remarked with amusement.

- But we go here. - She retorted with a smile.

- Exactly.

Carol laughed and turned her attention back to her own activity.

//-//

In Gym class, the teacher took all the students to the outdoor field, where the rugby team was practicing. He was more concerned about the girls' performance, so he let the rest of the class do as they pleased. Then you and Carol sat down on one of the benches, while you shared a cigarette.

And you had about ten minutes of peace before Pepper Potts and one of her friends came to talk to you.

- Hey, what's up? - asked the blonde, and you looked at her with irony.

- Are you lost? - You replied aggressively, but she didn't seem intimidated.

- See that girl over there? - She said, pointing quickly toward the field. You followed her direction, and it was the same girl from literature class. - That's Wanda Maximoff. I want you to go out with her.

You laughed, shaking your head, and then took a drag on your cigarette.

- As if, preppy. - You denied it as you exchanged a look with Carol, who was grinning in disbelief.

But Pepper was not joking.

- Look, I can't go out with her hot brother until she dates. - She clarifies. - Their father is kind of crazy, he made a rule...

- Touching. Really. I'm moved. - You mock without patience. - But that's not my problem.

- Would it be your problem if you were paid a nice fee?

You let out a dry laugh, looking at her in surprise.

- Are you going to pay me to go out with someone? - you ask, and Potts has a smile on her face as she nods in agreement. You laugh again. - How much?

- Twenty dollars.

You raise your eyebrows, really considering this for a second. And then you look toward the field, and watch as Wanda fouls a girl to the ground, and you swallow dryly. This girl was going to eat you alive.

- Okay, how about 30 bucks? - Potts next suggests when she sees the foul.

You thought about the parts of your motorcycle that you would have to buy. And you licked your lips before you spoke.

- Let's take a good look at this. - You start. - If I take her to the movies, it will be fifteen dollars. And if we buy popcorn, it's fifty dollars. I like to buy candy for the girls, so it would be about seventy-five.

- This is not a negotiation. - Potts retorts angrily. - Take it or leave it, mutt.

You let out a humorless laugh.

- But I think it is, Potts. - You retort, smoking your cigarette again. - Or I'll go over there now and tell Wanda your whole touching little tale.

Potts blinks in irritation, and lets out a wry laugh. But then she relaxes her posture.

- Eighty dollars. - she says. You smile, throwing the cigarette on the floor and putting it out with your foot.

- Deal, Hollywood. - You tell her, and raise your hand in her direction. Potts rolls her eyes, but takes the money from her pocket and hands it to you.

She and her friend then leave, and you settle into your seat.

- You're crazy. - Carol declares afterwards.

- Yes, I know. - You say, brushing your hair out of your eyes with your hands. - But I need new parts. It'll be harmless, it's just a date.

- I hope you're right. - She comments with a laugh, turning her attention back to the field. And then practice ends, and you exchange a look with Carol before getting up and walking toward the players' benches.

You assume your most charming pose as you approach Wanda.

- Hey, pretty girl. - You greet her with a smile as she drinks water from a bottle. She frowns in surprise, and has a wry smile on her face. - What's up?

- I'm sweating like a pig, how are you? - She answers wryly, and you smile awkwardly.

- Wow, that sounds attractive. - You reply in the same tone, watching her put the bottle of water in her backpack on the bench.

- Oh, yes. My goal in life is to look attractive all the time. - She scoffs, frowning. - But I guess it works, since I got your attention. The world makes sense again.

She starts walking toward the exit of the camp, and you are a bit taken aback by the irony, but hurry to keep up with her.

- I'll pick you up on Friday, then. - You tell her, and Wanda lets out a laugh.

- Sure, Friday. - She wryly continues walking.

- Hey, it's the night I take you to places you've never seen.

- To a convenience store on Broadway? - She replies with irony. - Girl, do you even know my name?

You laugh.

- Wanda. - You answer, but she doesn't seem impressed. - And I know more than you know.

- I doubt it. I doubt it very much. - She said ironically and you stopped following her, biting your lip as you watched her walk off the field.

//-//

Your first attempt to get a date with Wanda had not gone well at all, but you are optimistic. And then, on Saturday of that same week, while you and Carol were at the laundromat on the corner of your houses, she nodded slightly outside through the window.

- Isn't that the car of the girl you're being paid to date? - She mocked, and you sighed.

- Don't talk like that. - you said as you put the coins in the washing machine. - It makes me sound like a psychopath.

She laughed without looking at you, kneeling on the waiting couch as she looked out the window.

- I think I should look for a new rejection. - You grumble, handing Carol some coins. - Take care of my clothes while I go talk to her, please.

Carol nods in agreement as you leave the establishment. Crossing the street, you look in the direction of Wanda's car. It is nice, and you are watching the tires as she arrives.

- Are you following me? - She asks with a mixture of aggressiveness and surprise.

- What? Of course not! - You deny it, but with the suspicious look on her face, you try to add. - I was in the laundry room, smarty-pants. I saw your car, and wanted to say hello.

She lets out a sigh, and shrugs her shoulders, heading for the door. You hurry to stand in front of her, a charming smile on your lips.

- I notice that you don't talk much. - You remark, and Wanda frowns, crossing her arms.

- It depends on the subject. - She says. - Talking about the tires on my car doesn't cause me a verbal frenzy.

- You're not afraid of me, are you? - you ask, and she looks at you incredulously.

- Why would I be afraid of you?

- Most people are. - You retort, and Wanda rolls her eyes with irony.

- Well, I don't.

You smile and move a little closer.

- Not afraid, but I bet you've imagined me naked, haven't you? - You tease and give a little wink. Wanda keeps her face almost angry.

- Wow, is it that obvious? - She retorts. - I want you so bad, baby.

She mocks last before bending down slightly and opening the car door, pushing you with the metal.

You let out an impatient sigh as you step back, and she gets into the car and prepares to leave. You stand with your arms folded trying to think how exactly you are going to make this work.

And then Pepper Potts parks her car right behind Wanda's, preventing her from leaving, while the blonde steps out of the vehicle with a smiling, arrogant posture.

- My God, is it idiots' day today? - Wanda complains from inside the car. When Pepper passes by her window, she shouts: - Do you mind girl?

- Not even a little, bitch. - Potts retorts without looking at her as she walks away.

But then Wanda is backing the car up, and the next moment Pepper's red Cadillac has a big bump mark on the side. You laugh in surprise, not believing that she had actually hit the car.

- My God, you are completely crazy! - Potts shouts as she observes the impact.

- Oops. - You hear Wanda scoff.

You laughed again, before going back to the laundry room.

//-//

It was Monday again, and you were trying to have a quiet day. But while you were putting your books away in your locker, Potts approached you.

- When I pay for something, I expect results. - She says, and you close the closet to brace yourself against it.

- I'm trying.

- Watching that lunatic destroy my car doesn't count as a date. - She retorts with mild irritation. - If you don't go out with her, I won't get Pietro. Then get something soon, okay?

That girl's audacity pissed you off.

- I just raised the price. - You tell her, and she looks at you in disbelief.

- Excuse me?

- One hundred and fifty dollars a date. - You say. - In advance.

- Forget it. - She said angrily, turning away.

- Then forget about her brother.

Potts lets out a grumble and then turns to you again, hurrying to get the money.

- Does this kid have a gold dick by any chance? - You scoff, and Potts gives you the middle finger, making you laugh.

- You better get the date, sister. - She says, and you just smile before heading off in the direction of the mechanics' classroom.

//-//

You were trying to find the correct melting point for one of the tools when you were approached by the same girl as the last time you had mechanics.

- I know what you are trying to do with Wanda Maximoff. - She announces, and you let out a wry chuckle as you continue your attention to the tools in front of you.

- Really? And what are you going to do about it?

- Help you.

You blink in surprise as you raise a large metal bar at your eye level to identify its features.

- Why? - you ask, and it is not the girl who speaks next.

- The situation is that my friend Monica, is in love with Pietro Maximoff. - A male voice speaks, and then you look quickly to identify Bruce Banner.

- God, this kid must really have a gold cock. - You mumble with irony as you place the iron bar on the table, and take off your protective gloves.

- Believe me when I tell you that Monica's love is pure, she wants to date him. - Banner explains as you walk to another table in the room, looking for your notes. - Unlike Pepper Potts, who only wants to use him as a trophy.

- Look, I'm only in this for the money. I don't give a shit who Potts is fucking. - You respond without patience, and Monica seems to get irritated with you, but Banner calms her down.

You make some notes regarding the lesson and walk over to the table to analyze the pictures of the tools as you organize them. Monica and Banner follow you.

- Listen, Y/N, we are the ones who planned this story so that Monica and Pietro could date. - Banner says. - Potts is just the go-between.

You laugh with surprise.

- And you are going to help me win Wanda over?

- That's right. - They both say in unison. You turn your attention back to the materials in front of you.

- We will investigate what she likes. - Banner says. - You need our help.

Bruce smiled amiably, and you laughed at the posture he assumed.

- Look, we'll start here. - He began by pulling a piece of paper from his pocket. - On Friday, Stephen Strange is having a party. It's the perfect opportunity.

- Perfect for what? - you ask, looking at him.

- For you to invite Wanda. - He clarifies, and you sigh impatiently, already tired of this conversation.

- I'll think about it. - You say finally and walk to the other side of the room, and this time, they don't follow you.

//-//

It was Wednesday, and you and your friends went to a bar to play a bit of pool shortly after school. Your mother had no idea you were here, but she was working, so she wouldn't know.

You got a text message from Bruce, wanting to meet you along with Monica, and you laughed when you sent the location. They really weren't the kind of people who hang around this place.

You were upstairs, drinking some beer when you saw them come in, and nodding slightly to Carol, you went downstairs and walked over to them.

- So, what do you have for me? - you asked, leaning against a wall.

- Before we get started, I have a question. - says Bruce. - Is it true that you are on probation?

You laugh in surprise.

- What?

- Bruce, shut up. - said Monica, tapping her colleague on the shoulder. And then she turned to you. - First thing, Wanda hates smokers.

- Okay, I hate them too.

You mock, but Monica and Bruce look serious, so you sigh, and take out of your pocket your cigarette case, handing it to the girl.

- There is another problem, Pietro told me that Wanda likes pretty girls.

They look at you for a moment and you frown.

- Are you saying that I'm not pretty? - you ask, straightening your posture.

- You are beautiful! Monica, she's so beautiful, what are you saying? - hurried Bruce almost in terror. You wanted to laugh.

Monica nods quickly in agreement, and you lean back against the wall.

- Look, I made a list. - She hastens to say, pulling a piece of paper from her shirt pocket. - Wanda's tastes are: Sokovian food, feminist poetry, punk and alternative music. And there is a list of the CDs she had in her room.

She says, handing the paper to you. You let out a sigh.

- So should I buy some soup, a book, and ear plugs for some really noisy concert?

They both shrug, smiling slightly.

- Have you ever been to the Skrull Club, west side of town? - Banner asks.

You chuckle.

- It's a nice place, but not really my style.

- Well, it will have to be. - says Monica. - Her favorite group is playing there tomorrow night.

You run your fingers through your hair, sighing.

- Come on, Y/N, it's only for one night. - says Banner. - We're sure she'll be there, Mon found the tickets.

- She also has a black lingerie set. - Added Monica and you frown with confusion.

- Why is this relevant? - You asked, and Monica looked away, looking embarrassed. You laughed lightly, but didn't push it. Then you looked at both of them. - Okay, I'll drop by.

Bruce and Monica both let out excited exclamations and then waved goodbye. You laughed and shook your head, wondering what you had gotten yourself into.

//-//

The Skrull Club was generally frequented by the punk crowd in town, many women from extremist feminist movements hung out here. But in general it was a pretty diverse crowd of rockers, punks, goths and allies. And the drink was cheap.

You received a few curious glances as you walked through the dimly lit corridors of the nightclub, but it was more because these clubs were generally frequented by the same people, and you’re a familiar face.

The place was very crowded, and you had to dodge a lot of people until you reached the main dance floor, trying to find Wanda.

You smiled when you finally saw her, in the first row, dancing with a girl who was also from your school. You thought she looked pretty, in her black dress and red jacket, plus a knee-length black stocking and dark boots on her feet. She might have looked intimidating, but she was still very pretty.

You don't quite understand why your heart races at the image of her dancing and smiling, so you think it best to get a drink, and turn toward the bar.

You sit there, trying to decide how you are going to approach her, but then Wanda is coming toward the bar, and you disguise yourself by looking the other way.

- You don't give up, do you? - She says as soon as she sees you. And walks over to where you are sitting. - If you're planning on asking me out, you can just give up!

- Do you mind? I'm trying to hear the music. - You hit back without looking at her.

-You're not surrounded by your typical cloud of smoke. -She comments after a moment, and you take a sip of the drink you ordered before answering.

- Yes, I quit. They say it's bad for your health. - You say it with a slight irony.

- Do you think so? - Wanda looks slightly surprised, and you give her a short smile before standing up.

- These guys aren't the Kree's, but they play well. - You comment on her favorite band before heading off toward the dance floor. Wanda hurries to follow you.

- Do you know who the Kree's are? - she asks in surprise.

- Why, you don't know? - You reply with irony.

She doesn't answer, looking mildly impressed. You smile briefly.

- I was watching you dance. - You comment as the band is finishing the song. - I don't think I've ever seen you so sexy.

And then the song ends exactly with your line, and the whole club hears you. Several people giggle, and you feel your cheeks heat up, but Wanda laughs too, and that relaxes you.

- Come to Stephen Strange's party with me. - You ask her. And she tilts her head slightly to the side, still smiling.

- You never give up, do you?

And then another song starts, and Wanda is coming back to the front of the stage.

- Is that a yes? - you shout at her.

- No!

- Was that a no?

It takes a second, but she shouts back.

- No!

You grin.

- See you at 9:30! - You shout to her before she disappears into the crowd.

You're smiling all the way home.

//-//

You were early. But you were so anxious about it that you left the house as quickly as possible.

And then you arrived at Wanda's door, but as soon as you went to knock, she opened it.

- What are you doing here? - she asked in surprise.

- 9:30. - You answer. - Yeah, well, I'm early.

- Whatever, I'm driving. - She says and then you look into the house and see Pietro Maximoff with a kangaroo baby carrier outfit occupied with a doll and frown.

- May I ask what that is? - You remark, and Wanda just rolls her eyes at the scene, then turns to you.

- My father is a little neurotic about this whole pregnancy thing. - She answers and walks outside. You both wait for Pietro.

- At least he doesn't use a real baby. - You joke and Wanda smiles. But then Pietro leaves the house, looking slightly annoyed, and you hurry to Wanda's car.

It doesn't take long to get to the party.

The place was packed. Probably the whole school was here. And as soon as Wanda found a parking place, Pietro got out and disappeared into the crowd.

You decided to accompany Wanda as she entered the house. You went toward the second floor, and you lost sight of Wanda when a girl jumped on you, completely drunk and trying to kiss you.

- Wow, slow down there. - You said, helping her sit up. You found several empty and sealed bottles of water in one of the liquor containers around the house and handed one to her. - I want you to drink it all, okay?

The girl whimpered in confusion, but you waited. She seemed better, but you handed her another bottle just to be sure.

- Hey Peggy, I found you! - said a skinny boy you didn't know, walking up to you. He frowned, slightly startled, when he noticed you.

- Are you a friend of hers? - You asked him with distrust, and he nodded, looking mildly frightened.

- Yes, he is. This is Steve. - mumbled the girl sitting up, looking like she had a headache. - Thanks for the water, by the way.

- No problem. - You say. - Are you feeling well enough to be alone?

She nods slightly as she speaks:

- Yes, yes. Steve will take care of me now. Thanks again.

And then you patted Steve on the arm, and left the two of them, walking back through the crowd.

It took you many minutes to find Wanda again, because the party is so crowded. And when you reached her, she was pouring a glass of drink into her mouth.

- Hey, I've been looking all over for you. - You announce mildly annoyed. - What the hell are you doing?

- Getting drunk! - she answers ironically. - Isn't that what people are supposed to do at a party?

- I don't know, you do whatever you want to do. - You retort, and Wanda raises her eyebrows.

- Very funny. You're the only one who says that. - She says as she turns away. - See you later.

Wanda leaves walking through the party, and you see her grab another drink glass on the way.

You think you heard someone yell fight while you were walking through the party, and then the crowd moved, but you didn't go toward the people.

You are very angry, and impatient, wanting to be spending this evening with Wanda, but she doesn't seem interested.

And then you were walking back the way you came, and you ran into the same couple as before, only now they were kissing. You laughed lightly, the boy looked shy. You decided to stay out of their way, and went downstairs, only to run into Wanda again.

- Hey, why don't you let me have this one. - You spoke up as you noticed what must have been one of the many glasses of booze she had taken, and you raised your arm to pick it up, but Wanda was quicker, moving the glass away.

- No! This one is mine! - she grumbled, clearly drunk, trying to push you away. But you managed to take her glass, and she let out an annoyed sigh.

As you put the glass on a small table, she walked away again, and before you could follow, Pepper was at your side.

- Girl, how did you manage to do that? - she asked, looking excited. You frowned.

- What are you talking about?

- You made a freak act like a human being. - She commented with irony, but you weren't even paying attention anymore. Your gaze raced across the room after Wanda, and then someone turned on the radio in the next room and the crowd screamed attracting your attention.

You exclaimed in surprise when you noticed Wanda dancing on a table, without the jacket she was wearing earlier. Pepper ran in the same direction, joining in the shouts of celebration from the crowd around the table.

Walking towards the table you were a mixture of irritation, disbelief and embarrassment. Wanda was completely drunk, dancing sensually to the music, while people whistled and watched intently. She had her eyes closed, not even seeming to notice her surroundings.

And then she made a badly calculated move, and hit her head on the chandelier on the table. You were quick enough to catch her when she fell.

- Okay, that was enough. - You grumbled, helping her to her feet. - Are you okay?

- I'm fine! - she replied, but she could barely walk. You kept her from falling while grabbing the jacket she had thrown to the ground.

- Yeah, you're not fine. - You said. - Let's get out of here.

- I just need to lie down. - She mumbled, letting you hold her around the waist as you led her through the crowd.

- If you lie down, you'll sleep. - You say. - You can't sleep after hitting your head.

Wanda giggled.

- So many words. - She complained, and you thought it best to sit her down somewhere.

You reached the outside, as crowded as the house, but you managed to find a space in the garden for her to sit, and helped her to the bench. Wanda put her hand on her head where she had hit it.

- Hey, I need to talk to you. - Called Monica, walking up to you suddenly.

- I'm kinda busy. - You retorted, looking at Wanda.

- Five minutes, it's important.

You sighed, and took one last look at Wanda before walking away with Monica.

- Look, the deal is off, okay? - she said, and you blinked in confusion. - Pietro never wanted to be with me. He just wanted to have sex with Pepper.

You really didn't have the energy for that right now.

- Monica, where did all this come from now, huh? Weren't you two sneaking around together?

- I thought I was having a good time, but I saw them both at the party. - She explained, and you sighed impatiently.

- Hey, you like this boy don't you? - you asked, and she looked away, nodding. - And he's worth all this stuff you're doing?

- I thought so but...

- Yes or no? - She swallowed hard, and you assumed a serious posture. - Listen, Pepper Potts is not half as good as you, and you never let anyone make you think that you don't deserve something. Okay?

Monica nodded, looking surprised. You turned your face toward Wanda quickly.

- Look, I have to go. - You said as you turned and helped Wanda to her feet.

On the way out you made sure to grab one of the bottles of water you found in the barrels.

You let her rest her arm on your shoulder to keep from falling, while your arm went around her waist. You dragged her across the street, and you ended up climbing a small hill in the mansion area that ended at a playground.

- Why are you doing this? - she grumbled.

- I said, you might have a concussion. - You retorted. Wanda broke free of you and started trying to walk ahead. You kept your attention to catch her in case she fell.

- You don't even care if I don't wake up.

You let out a chuckle, stopping her from falling next.

- That's not true.

- Why not?

- Because then I'd have to date girls who like me. - You respond with humor.

- If you could find one. - She retorts, and you have a smile on your lips when you answer.

- Oh, see. Who needs affection when I get hate?

- I just need to sit for a while. - She says, closing her eyes for a moment, and you help her sit down on one of the swings behind you. She falls off balance a second after you put her there, but you are quick to help her stay seated.

- Jesus. - You sigh as you stop her from falling, and then sit down on the swing beside her while Wanda laughs lightly. - So, why do you let yourself be affected?

- By whom? - she asks.

- Potts.

Wanda looks away, shaking her head.

- I hate her.

You let out a tired sigh.

- Well, you have chosen the perfect revenge. Intravenous tequila. - You joke, making her laugh.

- It's what they say.... - She begins to speak while you are looking away, and with the momentary silence you stare back, startled to find her asleep. You get up hastily, touching her face.

- Hey, Wanda! Wake up! Come on, open your eyes! - You called out, patting her face lightly.

Wanda blinked, opening her eyes, and you let out a sigh of relief. And then you took your hands away from her face and stood up, while she continued to look at you.

- I like your eyes. - She says with a shy smile. And you smile too, but then she throws up on your shoes the next second and the moment is broken. You laugh incredulously, but pat her on the back.

- Time to go home, punk. - You comment softly.

It takes a moment for Wanda to calm down, and you hand her the bottle of water you got. Then you walk to her car, and she hands you the keys.

Just as you are about to arrive at her house many minutes after, she speaks again:

- I should do that. - She comments still sounding drunk.

- Do what?

- That. - She says, pointing to the radio. A rock song was playing.

- Start a band?

- No, install radios in cars. - She retorted with irony, and you laughed lightly. - Starting a band of course. My dad would love it.

You then stop the car in front of her house.

- You don't seem to be the type to ask your father's permission to do things. - You comment as you take out the keys.

Wanda blinks in surprise.

- So now you know me?

- I'm trying.

- People only know that I scare them.

- Yeah, I know the feeling. - You comment with a wry smile. Wanda looks at you with an intensity that makes your stomach turn. - So, your father looks tough.

- No, he just wants me to be someone I'm not. - She says, shaking her head slightly.

- Who?

- Pietro. - She answers with a frown. You let out an understanding sigh.

- No offense, I know everyone likes your brother and all, but he's a pretty shallow guy. - You say and Wanda looks at you in surprise, but then she has a little smile on her face.

- You know... you're not as obnoxious as I thought. - She says, making you laugh slightly. And then she looks at you like that again, and brings your faces together, closing her eyes. You swallow dryly, ignoring your nervousness, and look at the steering wheel.

- I think we should do this another time. - You say, and Wanda looks at you in disbelief, as you twiddle your fingers nervously. She frowns and looks ahead, then opens the car door and gets out.

You sit there for several minutes, hoping that Wanda won't be even more irritated with you than she usually is.

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