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descendantofthesparrow · 3 years

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Shuffle Playlist - Rewrite - Part of Your World - Harry Hook x Reader - Part 15 - Sleepy mornings and try outs

*this is pretty much just a filler chapter srry if its boring*

You woke up to the sound of your alarm going off, Harry groaning into your neck as you smacked it to make it shut up. You peeled open your eyes, letting out a harsh breath as the sun just barely peeked through the shut curtains. “what time-“ you glanced at the alarm clock, harry yelping as you suddenly sat up and knocked him off your torso “WHAT THE FUCK ITS 9 AM?!”

You tried to remember what time you and harry had gone to take your nap…you got back to your room at like, 1:20 pm, Harry took a thirty-minute bath, it was twenty minutes doing his nails and-2:10pm that’s when you and Harry went down soo that was…19 fucking hours of sleep holy shit.

“What's wrong?” Harry's groggy voice finally broke through your bewilderment. You turned and let out a soft sigh, smiling at his slightly grumpy look, his eyes almost completely closed and his hair a fluffy mess.

“We slept for nineteen hours hun” you chuckled, bursting out into laughter as Harry just stared at you for a moment and then pushed his head into your pillow and tried to pull the blanket over his face. “Harry no, we have to get up, we missed lunch and dinner, we need to eat” you pulled back the blanket, leaning down to press a kiss to his cheek “Come on”

He made a grumbled complaint but obeyed, slowly sitting up only to rest his cheek on your shoulder and lean heavily into you. You rolled your eyes with a fond smile on your face as his arms wrapped around your waist and tugged you into him “Yes yes I know, cuddles are great, but Saturday pancakes are even better” he peaked up at you again and seemed to consider your bribe before closing his eyes again and tightening his grip. “Alright, then I guess I’m going to breakfast alone and leaving you here in this warm bed that’s going to turn cold without me here to cuddle you~” Harry groaned and finally sat up, pouting as he dragged his feet to his room to get dressed “Thank you!”

He let out a small grumble and opened your door, shaking his head to wake himself up more. The door closed behind him as he stepped out and you jumped off your bed to get dressed.

You decided on a comfy red long-sleeved shirt that you had also commandeered from Harry a few weeks back, your most comfortable pair of jeans, and some black sneakers.

You freshened up in your bathroom and sighed, grabbing your key to lock your door when you saw a note on your corkboard. You walked closer to it and took it off the board, holding it close to read.

-Thank you for helping me design yours, Harry’s, and Gil’s outfits, it saved me a lot of brainpower I needed for other things :3

-Evie <3-

You smiled and set the note on your desk, grabbing your bag and checking inside, nodding as you spotted your sketchbook, pencil, eraser, and some snacks inside. You grabbed your phone from your desk and walked out of your room.

As you locked your door you heard Harry's dorm room door open and close, arms wrapping around your waist moments later “Hi love” you hummed, turning in Harry's grip and pecking his nose, smiling at the small grin that came from your affection “Come on, let's go get some food, we need the energy for today” He gave you an odd look before he remembered

“oh, righ’ cotillion” he grumbled, hands sliding up your waist and trailing down your arms, intertwining his fingers with yours. You squeezed his hand and walked down the halls with him, humming to yourself as you walked towards the cafeteria.

“So how are you feeling today?” Harry thought for a moment, rolling his shoulders and tensing his arms, then shrugged.

“Not sore anymore, I think the bath helped with tha’” you nodded in relief.

“That’s good, I wouldn’t want you to be uncomfortable the entire day, soreness is not good for dancing” Harry rolled his eyes at that and snorted.

“Yes, because that’s all I’m goin’ ta do, dance” you gently pinched his arm with your free hand “oi!” you snickered at the noise he made and pushed open the cafeteria doors, the smell of pancakes, waffles, French toast, eggs, bacon, and many other breakfast foods invading your senses.

“Yum,” you hummed, squeezing Harry's hand one last time before moving to get in line for your food “find a table for us?” Harry nodded and looked around, spotting the vks sitting around a large rectangle table with two more spots open. He walked towards it and plopped down next to Carlos, who shifted to the side a bit to give harry a bit more room.

“morning~” Evie sang, giggling a bit as Harry crossed his arms on the table and laid his head down on them “oh someone’s sleepy~”

Harry just grunted and lifted one of his arms from below his head and placed it over his face, hiding the light from his eyes. “I haven’t seen you or (y/n) since the talk…where the heck have you been?” Jay asked through a stick of French toast, reaching forward and poking at Harry's bedhead.

“When I went to go drop off (y/n)s dress they were asleep…I think It was like, four-thirty? So, I think they’ve just been sleeping the entire time” Evie laughed, turning and smiling as you passed around the table and set a tray in front of Harry and sitting down across from him. Harry parked up, licking his lips as he looked at his pancakes, sunny side up eggs, bacon, and strawberries. “so, where have you two been for the last day?”

You snorted, facepalming a bit “we slept for nineteen fucking hours Eve” the table stared at you in shock as they snickered at the absurdity of your words “I know I know, but one moment it was two-thirty the next it was nine am”

Carlos sighed, shaking his head “you two are not going to be able to sleep for two days” Harry grunted through his fork as you rolled your eyes.

“Whatever, I have a fucked-up sleep schedule anyway not like that’s going to do me any worse” Harry snorted at that, pausing the inhaling of his food and gulping down his apple juice.

Evie clicked her tongue in disapproval and stood, taking her empty tray with her “I bet you’re happy that summer vacation is soon, then you can sleep till your heart's content without missing class” you grinned at her as she walked away towards the trash cans.

“When’s summer vacation start again?” Gil asked, shoving a hard-boiled egg in his mouth, nodding as Carlos answered for him.

“Monday, I think yesterday was the last day of school but I think we were all a little busy doing something else heh” you hummed, tapping your finger on your cheek.

“I think yesterday was a start of a three-day weekend, FG said something about letting everyone get a day of rest before cotillion” Carlos squinted a bit and nodded.

“Yeah, I think I remember her saying something like that, well, at least we won't get in trouble for missing algebra” the table snickered a bit, Harry pushing his empty try towards you and laying his head back down on his arms. “Geez you two sleep for nineteen hours and he’s still tired.”

“Well, I don’t think he slept on the isle, plus sleeping too much can make you even more tired, Harry come on, you can’t go back to sleep” you shoved at his shoulders, giving him a soft smile as he glared at you “I’m sorry love, I’ll get you some coffee from the café how bout that?” he kept glaring for another moment before it softened.

“Mocha-Caramel frappe” he flopped his head back down and his shoulders rose and sank in a quick motion.

You stared at him for a moment before looking at the others “those don’t have a lot of caffeine, right?” Mal shook her head “okay you answered that way too quickly” she snorted and smiled at you.

“Just order with an extra shot of espresso, that’ll keep him for the day and through cotillion” You mentally noted that and thanked Mal, turning back to Harry and pushing at his shoulder.

“Harry, come on, go with Gil to the amphitheater, I apparently have some people to watch try out for the team” he let out another grumble, pouting as Gil stood from the table, handed you his tray, and hoisted Harry from his seat, carrying him in a fireman's hold before Harry forced Gil to put him down. You giggled as Harry grumpily made his way to the amphitheater with Gil just behind him, hopefully preventing Harry from running back to your room to get more sleep.

“When did you learn ‘bout the new ones?” Jay asked through a mouthful of waffles, swallowing them down with cafeteria coffee.

“When I woke up to a text from Fergus, get this, we have ten people who signed up for the team” Jay and Carlos’ jaws dropped “I know right?”

“Probably cuz you kicked off Chad, right?” Mal guessed, popping her last strawberry in her mouth and laughing as you winked at her.

“yep, I’m fully betting on that” you took yours, Harry’s, and Gil’s empty trays and walked towards the trash can, raising your brow as you saw Evie was still standing there, now talking to some of the girls who had gotten their dresses asking styling questions.

“oh, I would do a natural look with some rouge lips, it would make your eyes and dress pop a bit more” Sophia; Robin Hood’s daughter, nodded and pulled out her phone, going to look up make-up references before you pulled Evie away.

“Sorry girls, I’ll be stealing the princess now” the others whined as you set your trays on top of the can and pulled Evie by her arm back towards the vks.

Evie let out a sigh of relief and slumped against you “thank you (y/n)! I would have been stuck there for ages! I love helping style but I’m still not fully awake and ready to deal with all that” you hummed in response and let go of Evie as you arrived back at the VK table.

“alright I’ll see you guys later, I gotta go look at R.O.A.R tryouts” the four VKs nodded and engaged in their own conversation.

You spun on your heel and walked out of the cafeteria building, making your way back towards the main school to get to the amphitheater inside. Passing by a couple of students who were grabbing the last of their school supplies before summer vacation started.

You pushed the doors to the amphitheater open and nodded to the group that was standing just to the side of the main ring, they nodded back and you walked over to Harry, Gil, and coach, the latter handing you a clipboard with the names of the those who were trying out.

Amra Triton

Raven Loxley

Kuzo Emporia (made up last name don’t come for me)

Ellie DunBroch

Alvin Oldenburg

Yuan Yao

Adrian Liddell

Tyron Maldon

Eva Fitzherbert

Pax Darling

You nodded to yourself as you looked over the names, you glanced up from the clipboard and let out a piercing whistle, the new recruits immediately falling into line. “alright! We’re gonna do this tournament style! The last one standing gets the spot! Any cheating and you’re permanently banned from even trying out for the team. Line up just in front of the boxes, two lines please!”

The recruits obeyed and lined up, two lines of five in front of you.

You started to call the match.

“Ressembler!”

“salute”

“lower the point”

“masks down”

“en garde!”

You waited a few tense moments before letting out another whistle, the chaos of the fight almost immediately deafening the room. Ellie quickly took out two others, flipping over Pax and landing behind them, spinning on her heel and smacking their butt. Pax quickly spun around and blocked another swing of Ellie's sword, the two quickly delving into their own match.

You looked over at Tyron and Yuan, the latter of the two easily kicking the former's ass. Tyron let out a yelp as he fell to the floor, sword sliding across the ring and hitting the wall.

“Tyron; out! Stand behind the line!” the teen smiled at Yuan and hopped up from the ground, jogging over to the line that was behind you and coach and continuing to watch the mini-tournament.

Amra and Adrian’s swords were flung out of their hands, coach quickly calling them out of the ring. They moved to stand by Tyron and watched the rest with rapt excitement.

Ellie finally managed to disarm Pax and caught the sword she had sent flying with her free hand. Pax let out a sigh and ran over to the others who had been called out.

Ellie turned to Raven and the two immediately began to clash swords, the others still in the match stopping for a moment to watch with wide eyes as the two girls easily matched the skill of the other and blocked and parried so hard the blades shook.

Eva took the chance of the distraction and took Kuzo out of the match, the latter pouting as they stomped over to the others.

It was down to five; you let out another whistle, making them split apart and stand at attention.

“stand around the blocks and wait for the signal” once more they obeyed and stood around the ring, just next to the parkour blocks.

You and Gil watched with rapt attention as the last five started at each other with giddy looks, Eva and Ellie flipping their blades to release some of their energy.

You let out another whistle, laughing a bit as Ellie launched herself at Alvin and took him down within seconds. The boy huffed to himself and scooted out of the ring, sitting crisscross on the floor and leaning back on his palms with a grin.

Now only four left, it was two versus two for a moment before Yuan kicked Eva out of the ring, leaving just the three girls to battle for the spot on the team.

Ellie jumped back as Yuan swung at her, the latter blocking a stab from Raven in a swift motion before spinning into a crouch and kicking Raven's feet out from under her. Yuan kicked Raven’s sword away and ran towards Ellie as Raven was pulled out of the ring.

“last two” Gil muttered to harry, mentally wishing he had popcorn, this was better than those action movies Ben had shown them. Harry let out a low grunt, while the fight was exciting, he was still pretty tired and was just wanting to go back to bed until cotillion.

Ellie and Yuan quickly clashed swords, the two evenly matched as they danced around each other.

Swing, parry, block, thrust forward, block, flip over parkour block, parry, swing, miss, flip, block, repeat.

Then, at last, Yuan’s foot slid just a bit more than she was meaning to and Ellie took the chance, placing her foot behind Yuan’s and sliding it back, throwing Yuan’s balance off.

Ellie ducked under Yuan’s arm and hoisted her up, flipping her over her shoulder and slamming her into the ground.

“call it!” Coach yelled out, the two girls halted in their fight and stared at each other, their chests heaving with heavy breaths.

You walked into the ring, holding out your hand to Ellie who grinned and eagerly took it “congrats Ellie, welcome to the team!”

The others who had been defeated cheered and walked over, ruffling Ellie's hair and congratulating her “and great job to the rest of you, if there's ever another spot open, I want you all to try out again!”

They call cheered in agreement, setting down their gear and walking over to coach as he called them over.

You walked over to Harry and cupped his face, tilting his head up to you and smiling at him “hey sleepy baby, how bout that mocha-caramel frappe now hm?” he gave a soft smile and nodded, grabbing onto your offered hand and pulling himself up, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and leaning towards the doors “Okay okay we’re going, see you guys!”

Ellie and the others waved back before turning back to coach.

You, Harry, and Gil walked out of the school and headed to the campus café.

It was only two hours to Cotillion. And Uma was pacing around Ben’s room, she had spelled the king only 10 minutes before, but now she had to wait the two hours till 6 pm to even do anything, lest anybody get suspicious.

Luckily Ben had let her stay in his room at the castle and informed everyone that his room was not to be entered till after cotillion. Possibly; that it could have also created suspicion but Uma was not aware of Ben's habits enough to know that it would or not.

But she would have her revenge on Auradon, and do what had been promised 5 months ago.

The barrier would come down.

And Harry and Gil would regret betraying her.

-end part 15-

Srry again if this one was boring but at least it ended interesting?? Anyway, cotillion starts next chapter!

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crimefightingspiderguy · 4 years

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love bug

Part III to the series, i want you to want me.

Summary: An introduction to Peter and (Y/N)’s school life.

Warnings: I guess spoilers for Spider-Man: Homecoming? But if you haven’t seen that yet, get to it hop along.

Pairings: Peter Parker x best friend!reader

Word count: 1,735

A/N: Hope y’all enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it!

The next morning you met Peter at the bus stop in between both of your apartments, like you’ve done everyday since your guardians trusted you to go to school without them. You carried the Mantecados, which were still fresh smelling and making your mouth water. Peter carried the poster board, having taken it back to his place to study his part of the public speaking portion of the project.

“Hey there loser” You smiled as you approached Peter. He returned your smile quickly and looked back at his phone, texting away. “Hey, who you texting this early in the morning?”

“I’m trying to get ahold of Happy, Mr. Starks head of security. I wanna see if they have another assignment for me.”

“Already? I mean you did JUST get back from freaking Germany, fighting THE Captain America, might I remind you. I don’t think that the Avengers are working round the clock now that they’re broken up. Give it time Pete, he’ll get back to you.” You gave him a reassuring smile and side hug. You knew that Mr. Stark probably wouldn’t get in touch with Peter again for a minute, but Peter didn’t seem to want to accept that. He’d gotten a taste of that higher status as a superhero, and he probably wouldn’t let it go for a while. The two of you got on the bus when it arrived shortly after, and began rehearsing for your presentation.

When you were dropped off at the nearest station, the two of you cut across the football field. Once in front of the school, you were greeted by Flash yelling “Sup, Penis Parker!” You flipped Flash off, and he quickly shut up and kept driving. He knew not to call you names because the last time he tried, you punched him in the throat. You didn’t do serious damage to him, just a sore throat for a couple minutes, but it gave him the message not to mess with you. You offered to do the same when he picks on Peter next, but he said that probably wouldn’t help his case if someone else fought his battles for him. When you got into the school you were about to say bye to Peter, you wanted to drop the Mantecados off to your Spanish class before you ate them all in between classes, or they fell out of your locker and went to waste. However, your bye was cut off by him staring off in the distance. You turned around to see what caught his eye, and you saw her. Liz, the upperclassmen who’d caught Peter’s eye as soon as the two of you had joined the academic decathlon. You turn you head back to Peter, a smirk plastered as you playfully punch his arm,

“Earth to Peter.” He quickly shakes his head and chuckles to himself. “We’ll talk about this,” You motioned between Peter and where Liz previously was, “later, I’ve gotta go drop these off before I literally drop them.” You held out your hand to do your signature hand shake with Peter, and made your way to class.

The presentation went better than expected, and the Mantecados were an absolute hit. You were still running on the adrenaline of doing such a great job, that you were practically jumping up and down as you waited in line for lunch. You joined Peter who’d beaten you to the cafeteria, at your usual seats in the back of the room, just the two of you and a couple seats down MJ. He was staring off again, a love-struck look on his face, and before even following his eyes you knew it was Liz.

“Did Liz get a new top?” He mumbled, almost to himself.

“I don’t know Peter, why don’t you go ask her?” You smile smugly. “You should probably stop staring before it gets creepy though.” You whisper the advice, but MJ still heard.

“Too late. You’re a loser.”

Peter looked at her confused and offended,

“Then why do you sit with us?” he asked her.

“Because I don’t have any friends.” MJ retorted, and looked back at her book.

“Anyway… Peter, just go up and talk to her. She’s actually really sweet and I’m sure it wouldn’t be hard to ask her to at least help you study for the academic decathlon. Then boom, before you know it, you’re in!” You grinned and gave him two thumbs up, trying to encourage him. He just chuckled and shook his head, continuing to eat his tater tots.

After school ended, you and Peter went to practice for the academic decathlon. You, MJ, a kid in your grade - Ned, and Flash were being asked questions by Liz. Peter sat out and began talking with Mr. Harrington. You weren’t sure what they were talking about, but suddenly Flash yelled across the room,

“You’ve never even been in the same room as Tony Stark.” Your eyes widened, and you began to shake your leg, something that happened every time you got nervous.

“What’s happening?” One of the girls studying asked

“Peter’s not going to Washington” Another one responded, who had been clearly eavesdropping.

“Really? Right before nationals?” Liz asked him. You gave Peter a wide-eyed look, this had been the first you’ve heard of him considering dropping out of the competition.

“He’s already quit marching band and robotics lab.” MJ chimed in, everyone on the team turned their heads towards her and gave her a questioning look, which she quickly responded with “I’m not obsessed with him, just observant.”

“Flash, you’re in for Peter.” Liz said, quickly bringing the attention back to practice.

“Oh, I don’t know, I’ve got a hot date with Black Widow, I might have to check my calendar.” Flash said, poking fun at Peter. You rolled your eyes at him, and tried to focus back on your practice.

As soon as practice was over, you and Peter made your way to the bus stop.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were dropping out of the finals?” You asked Peter as you waited for the next bus.

“I wasn’t really planning on it, until we got to practice and I realized that it wouldn’t be smart of me to go. What if Mr. Stark needs me, and I’m not there?”

“Peter, we’ve been over this. I don’t think Mr. Stark will have any assignments for you this soon. Even the Avengers have to take a break at some point.”

“But what if Captain America comes back? What if he finally comes out of hiding and we have to chase him again? None of us know when that might be, so I have to be ready.”

“But that’s the point Peter! No one knows, so you can’t put your life on pause, thinking that it might be within the next hour.” You were trying to reason with him, because you were worried about him. You didn’t want him to throw his current life away for some dream that might have only been a one time thing.

“I can’t think like that (Y/N), I have to be ready for anything. Mr. Stark might need me, so I’m staying here.” Peter’s tone ended the conversation, and he quickly turned away from you to get on the bus.

You were heading to Mr. Delmore’s convince store/deli to get after school sandwiches which had been a tradition, every Monday, since high school started. When you got there, the two of you got the usuals, and headed over to the abandoned building next door, climbing up the fire escape to sit on the roof and enjoy your subs.

“So, enough decathlon talk, I know that I can’t force you to go, so I won’t try. What’s your worst fear?” This was another tradition. Once sat down and eating, one of you would come up with a random question that you had yet to know about the other. It kept the conversations interesting, and helped to strengthen your friendship, but overall, it was just fun compared to the boring “so this weather we’re having…” conversations. It was a sort of “penny for your thoughts” type of game.

“Wow, (Y/N), I think that’s the deepest question yet. What did I ask last week? “What do you think life would be like with one giant toe rather than 5 small ones?”. You really know how to outshine me.” He chuckled, and thought about that question.

“Mines the unknown.” You answered as he thought about his.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, I’m a ball of anxiety and a hypochondriac, what do you think it means?” You laughed a little. “I fear not knowing what might happen next. I fear not knowing how the planet will die. I fear not knowing if I’ll ever be happy in life. I fear not knowing if I’ll ever be successful in my future endeavors. I fear not knowing if I’ll ever find love.”

Peter looked at you seriously, and grabbed your hand that wasn’t holding your sandwich. You both took bites and sat with your words for a moment.

“I think that’s something everyone fears. Not knowing, but that’s what makes life so great, is everything is unexpected.” Peter said. You nodded and smiled at him, squeezing his hand. You let it go and cleared you throat, taking another bite of your sandwich and then prompting him to answer the question.

“Losing you.” He mumbled. You almost choked on your sub, not sure if it was because you were shocked by his answer or you found it funny. Looking over at his face as he slowly ate his sandwich, you knew he was being fully serious.

“Why? If you lost me, you’d probably be sad for a month or two, then eventually move on. Why not your aunt May?”

“You seriously think I could lose you and just move on? Yeah I’d be devastated if I lost aunt May, of course I would. But I could honor her like I do with uncle Ben. I could keep her memory alive, and live how she would want me to. But I couldn’t live without you. Everything I do would remind me of you, and it would feel like a ghost was haunting me everywhere I went. I would go mad before I got over your death.”

You smiled down at the remainder of your sub.

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erasethedarkness · 5 years

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If you are taking requests, "y'know your roof might not be the safest place to stargaze" with aizawa? Your Christmas countdown was very cute and well written! Thank you for all the hard work you put into your writing💜💜💜💜

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In the Stars -Day 5 | Secret Admirer-

Summary: You were going to do it- you were determined to ask Aizawa out. At least, you intended to, except he didn’t make it back to his office before classes started and you ran late to your first meeting, which set you back clear through lunch. By then, a rumor was in full bloom that he had a secret admirer. Despite your efforts, it was fated for you to remain anonymous that day, so you decided to roll with it and play into being a secret admirer. At the end of the week, you left a simple message for him to find and meet you. With high hopes, you waited beneath the stars.

Theme Song: Waiting for Love - Avicii

Reader: Gender Neutral

Words: 1963

'Where there’s a will, there’s a way' kind of beautiful…

Monday morning. This was it- this was going to be the year you finally did it. You were going to ask Aizawa out even though you’ve never seen the man express romantic interest towards anyone. It was a shot in absolute darkness, but after pining for so long, it would have been worse to let the crush start to fester.

Before heading to your office, you stopped by the teachers’ area, hoping to see Aizawa seated at his desk next to Yamada’s. No one was there. Coats hung on the back of chairs, coffee cups sat on a few desks, but all the teachers were out. Maybe they all had a meeting before classes started? You hung around for a few minutes and leaned against his cleared off desk, looking at the rose and rolling it by the stem between your index finger and thumb before placing it down. Beginning to second guess yourself, you held the edge of the desk as you sighed, closing your eyes as the excitement turned to anxiety.

A glance at the clock alarmed you, and you immediately stood up and half ran out, seeing that you stayed a full 5 minutes longer than you intended to and were now late to your first meeting. You finally slowed to a walk and composed yourself before rounding the corner of the hallway to your office, a student waiting outside for your one-on-one.

By the time lunch came around, five minutes late turned into twenty, and to make up for it, you decided to eat in your office while completing the paperwork that accompanied each student evaluation you did. As you carried your meal past the teachers, you overheard Aizawa getting teased in their gossip.

“He just stood there, staring at and then started working around it because he didn’t want to move it!” Present Mic laughed, making Midnight giggle.

“Really, Eraser? It was just a rose,” she snickered. “Honestly, it’s so surprising that you’ve got a secret admirer. Out of all the single teachers here, someone’s longing for you.” Midnight clicked her tongue with a playful roll of her eyes. “It’s about time.”

“It was probably meant for someone else. I’ll leave it alone so the person can find it where they left it.”

You’d forgotten about that rose when you checked the time, and didn’t have a moment to think of it again until you were reminded. Before giving yourself the chance to step into that conversation, you quickly returned to your office. Being a secret admirer never crossed your mind- you were much more direct than that. If you didn’t have to catch up on work, you would have interjected or spoken with Aizawa when you saw him, but if you wanted your afternoon to run on schedule, that would have to wait.

At the end of the day, you stopped by classroom 1-A to see if he was in, but once again found an empty room. You scoffed at your luck, amused for thinking that it must have been a sign that you shouldn’t confess your feelings. Sign or no sign, you were stubborn, and once you decided this was going to happen, there was no stopping you. As you left U.A., you began to think about what you overheard during lunch. Hell, why not?

Over the course of the week, you had masterfully avoided Aizawa. You were caught by some of the staff members, but it didn’t take much to convince them to keep quiet and let this secret admirer business play out. In fact, they thought it was kind of cute and even helped you out. At one point, Kayama texted you that Class 1-A was on the training grounds so you could stop by and place a cheesy card at the podium. Yamada actually gave him one of the gifts for you and teased his friend a bit with the knowledge he withheld. Fortunately for you, that withholding only went one way.

“I never thought I’d see the day Aizawa had a secret admirer, much less the day that he actually expressed interest and curiosity about it,” he casually mused, reclining on the chaise in your office. “You’ve got him looking over his shoulder, and it’s precious.”

“Looking over his shoulder? You make it sound like I’m scaring the man,” you chuckled.

“Well, you probably are a little bit. He’s never been courted like this. The last person who sought his affections ended up repelling him more than enticing. But at least he’s not running away from the thought of having a secret admirer.”

The words struck a bit of a chord with you. It never occured to you that you could end up pushing him away in playing into the accidental role you embraced.

“When do you plan on revealing yourself anyway, (Y/N)?”

“I was thinking tomorrow, but I haven’t exactly thought of how to yet. None of this was actually planned at first,” you laughed as you confessed that. Yamada sat up and looked at you with raised brows and obvious curiosity, prompting you to explain. “I never intended to be a secret admirer. I just forgot the rose on his desk because I lost track of time and was late for my first student. I nearly interjected at lunch when you and Kayama teased him but didn’t have the time, and when I went to tell him after school, he wasn’t where I looked. All signs pointed to not telling him, but you know the saying, right? Where there’s a will, there’s a way? Well, the secret admirer way seemed like fun.”

Yamada listened as you explained the chain of events for the first day, a smirk pressing onto his lips at the end. “It’s certainly been fun for the rest of us. You’ve caught his attention more than anyone else who’s tried. He’s started anticipating things and tries to get Midnight and me to give you away,” he laughed, standing up. “Shouta’s kinda cute when he’s like this. I almost don’t want you to own up to it, but he deserves the pleasant surprise. I’m sure you’ll think of something good for the big reveal.”

You spent the night thinking of how best to come clean, and by the time it came for your delivery, it was incredibly simple. At the end of the day, Aizawa returned to his desk with a single rose on top of a folded note. Actually, it was a map that highlighted a neighborhood. Giving him your address would be far too easy, and even though he could probably look up which staff members lived in that area, you simply hoped he wouldn’t. Accompanying the map was a crisply penned poem:

Roses are red, and stars shine bright. With the roof, my bed- will you find me tonight?

All that was left for you to do was wait. That’s how secret admirer stories always ended, right? With waiting, high hopes, and a rendezvous?

As night settled, you climbed onto your roof, watching the last of the sunlight disappear. Stargazing was one of your favorite ways to unwind- and you had one of the best spots. Despite Tokyo being incredibly polluted with light, from your little section of the world it seemed like the citylights were just a bit dimmer so you could see the stars. You laid back with a large blanket spread out beneath you, pillow cushioning your hands as they cradled your head. If he didn’t come and everything ended tonight, at least you would be here- one of your favorite places to be, enjoying one of your favorite things to do.

Losing yourself in the constellations, you could have sworn you saw otherworldly dashes of light from one star to another. The longer you stared, the more tricks your mind played. Maybe that was why you enjoyed laying out here so much. At any other time, you fully trusted your head, but in the quiet stillness beneath the stars, you occasionally doubted it. You could afford to doubt it in a time and place like this.

“Y’know, your roof might not be the safest place to stargaze.”

You blinked and turned your head to face the voice, meeting the hero perched on the telephone pole next to your home. With parted lips, you stared at him for a moment. He brought your head back down from the clouds, yet you felt like the reality you returned to was surreal. Aizawa actually came to find you- and what’s more, he bothered to let you know that he did.

“Yeah, and powerlines aren’t the safest surface to run on,” you smirked at him, coming to terms with the moment. After all, this is what you hoped for. “You might actually be safer over here with me. What’dya say?” You sat up and scooted from the middle of your blanket to the side, patting the open space after inviting him to join you.

“I suppose having a hero join you would make the scenario safer,” he agreed, hopping over the gap from the roof and post effortlessly. You swore this man knew how to fly, or at least got damn close to it without having a quirk that made flying a possibility. As he settled into the blanket, you offered him the pillow you were using, helping him get a little more comfortable.

“Just so you know, because you’re over here… you’ve basically accepted the fact that I’m going to cuddle you.”

“I’d hope so, after a week of dropping hints.”

Your cheeks warmed with a blush at his words. His answer sounded so casual, like it wasn’t a big deal at all. Turning his dark eyes to you, he gave you a gentle smile that the moonlight made even softer. He placed one hand under his head on the pillow, and outstretched the arm of his other, inviting you to his body. Without hesitance or making him wait, you laid on your back beside him, using his bicep as a pillow. As you got comfortable, he wrapped his arm around your shoulder, letting you rest your head on his muscles.

For a while, you two gazed at the stars and talked constellations, pointing out new ones and revisiting the stories of old. Gradually, you turned more and more into him, your head slowly moving from his arm to his shoulder, and then from his shoulder to his chest until you were hugging him on your roof and being held in return. Starry words turned dreamy, and in the hours you two laid together, confessions of adoration and budding infatuation surfaced.

Aizawa saw to it that you made it inside safely, watching as you climbed down and through your window. Once inside, you leaned out to look at him, only to watch him lower himself upside down to you. A smile pressed onto your lips seeing him like this, his hair hanging completely out of his handsome face. Looking tired wasn’t something people typically found attractive, but he didn’t look tired even with dark circles under his eyes. Despite being sleep deprived, his mind was sharply awake, and that carried his fatigue with graceful strength. His scarf only slightly drooped down over his mouth, a good deal of the length used to harness him safely. With one hand, he pulled the scarf back, revealing a smile beneath it. You leaned forward, your hands preceding you and carefully taking hold of his face. Gently you kissed him, the angle foreign but the feeling welcome. Just barely, you felt his lips purse back against yours as he returned your affection.

“Goodnight, my starry-eyed admirer.”

…and if there’s love in this life, there’s no obstacle.

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lashtoncurls · 6 years

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Glass Pt. 2

Here’s another CEO!Cal. It’s the same characters as the other one but a different scenario. I might have taken it too far, but i enjoyed writing it soo, sorry not sorry.

Part 1

Summary: You and Cal go to a dinner with friends and have sex in their bathroom.

Words: 3.8K

Warnings: None

Monday. It’s already Monday. Calum thought as he rolled on the bed, his arm landing on the side of the bed that belonged to you. He groaned as he felt the cold empty spot and sat up, grabbing his phone from the nightstand. Looking at the picture of you as his screensaver, he smiled and reminded himself that it was only two days till you got back from your trip.

A month had been too much for him to be away from you, and it warmed your heart when he would randomly send texts reminding you how much he missed you and loved you, in his own way of course. Those actual words would never come out of his mouth, but he expressed it nonetheless.

The alarm clock went off as he had the phone his hand, so he got out of bed and got himself ready for the day. With you getting everything settled to open the sister firm in New York, work was slow. Calum took his time as he walked from the office to the coffee shop across the street. It was a cloudy morning, which wasn’t new for Seattle, but the wind was chilly and it left his cheeks and nose red.

A petite girl took his order, handing him the hot cup of espresso a minute after. He made his way back into the office, only to be met with a blonde man he hadn’t seen in a long time.

“Hey!” Luke smiled widely at the sight of his best friend “Haven’t seen you in so long, bro.” He wrapped Calum in one of those manly hugs, slapping his back a couple times.

“I know, mate. It’s been forever.” Calum replied, eyeing the girl that stood beside Luke “And who might this pretty girl be?” Said girl gave Calum a shy smile as Luke wrapped her hand in his.

“This is .Nora, my soon-to-be wife.” he smiled proudly as he introduced them. “Nora this is Calum, Calum this is Nora.” They shook hands and smiled.

“So this is the girl who won your heart over and is now going to make an honest man out of you?” Cal was smirking, he knew that Luke wasn’t fond of comments like that, but it came with being friends with Calum.

“Yes. That’s what we came for actually”

“Oh?”

“So Nora’s mom wants to have the engagement party on Wednesday, we're having a dinner at my place. Wanted you and Y/N to be there.” Luke handed Calum the piece of paper that held the details of the event.

“Y/N is in New York and will be back that morning, so I'll see if she's up for it and we’ll be there.” The friends smiled at each other and talked for a couple more minutes until Jess came and took Calum away to a meeting.

Tuesday. Tuesday. Tomorrow is the day. You thought to yourself for the umpteenth time today. The thought of being so in love made you sick at some point in your life, but now with Calum all the way on the other side of the country, it was hard not to miss him. You two practically spent every waking moment together, but neither of you ever complained. Sure, there was the occasional argument but that didn’t stop you from loving each other the way you did.

You smiled to yourself in the middle of the meeting you were in. It wasn’t too important, so you were drifting off every chance you got, the occasional hum in agreement being thrown in the mix. The papers had already been signed and everything was in order, but these phone conferences had to be held just to inform everyone else, and how to make marketing better for both firms. It had been fairly easy, so getting home to give Cal good news would be a reason to celebrate.

The screen on your phone lit up, notifying you of a text.

Cal: Mornings are hard without your pretty lips wrapped around my cock, angel

Y/N: Your hands not been enough?

You smirked and had to hold back a laugh, starting something that was definitely going to get you in trouble when you arrived home.

Cal: My hand is nowhere near as good as those lips and tongue of yours. I bet you miss me fucking you, don't you pretty girl?

Y/N: I’ve been okay with my own hands. But i wish you had been there watching me, daddy

The bubble that signaled he was typing appeared for a second before disappearing again, making you smile widely again.

Cal: Don’t tease, princess. You know what happens when you tease me

Y/N: But its so fun teasing you baby

Cal: Just wait until you’re home, pet. By the way, Luke invited us over to his engagement party tomorrow night.

Y/N: Who has an engagement party in the middle of the week? And who is he marrying anyway??

Cal: Dunno, but he’s my best friend so we’re going. Buy yourself something pretty. Gotta get to the office, take care.

Y/N: Love you too :)

A cough brought you back to reality, and everyone stared at you as Michael, your colleague, nudged your arm.

“They were asking about the project in Italy that Mr. Hood and Mr. Hemmings started last year and what progress it has made.” He said, eyeing you to make sure that you remembered the topic.

“Oh, yes...” You smiled at everyone around the conference table and started discussing the said project.

Wednesday. Today is the day. Calum was anxious to see you. And as were you to see him. It had been a build-up of emotions the whole month you had been away, and now just hours away, you felt like a giddy secondary school girl who was going on her first date.

He sat in his office, working away on editing some drafts that you had sent him while in New York when Jess called him.

“What!?” He yelled into the speaker.

“T-the car i-is here s-sir.” Jess stuttered as always, startled by his yelling.

“I told Y/N I wasn't going to pick her up. What is there a car for here?”

“I thought you were going to go pick her up. Y-you asked me to have Fred come get you before going for her.”

“I’m not going. Tell him to go get her now, she should be landing soon.” He answered, his full attention on the floor plan in front of him.

“O-Okay.”

The phone cut off and Calum returned to his work, only to be interrupted by thoughts of having you bent over his desk like he had done before you had left. He groaned as he slouched on his chair and looked out the floor-to-ceiling windows that were in his office, imagining you with your bare back pressed against the glass as he fucked you, making you scream his name. As the dirty thoughts continued, he smirked and an idea came to mind to punish you for your ‘teasing’ of the day before.

Calum was already getting dressed when you walked into the bedroom, he was wearing a black suit with a white button up. The shirt had the top button undone, leaving some of his chest exposed.

“Hi.” You said with a smile, walking up to him and hugging him from behind. He turned around in a quick motion and wrapped you up in a hug, lifting your feet off the floor.

“Princess.” Was all he said, putting you down and attaching his lips to yours. After a minute or two of kissing, he pulled away and moved to the closet to get something.

“I have something for you.” He came back with a box from Agent Provocateur. Your eyes went wide as he opened it, letting you pull out the contents. It was a white lingerie set. The bra had lace all around the cups and through the straps, and the bottoms were all lace, leaving nothing to the imagination.

“Cal, this is beautiful.” You kissed his lips as he smirked.

“Go on pretty girl, put it on.” He said, walking out of the bedroom. If he stayed, there was no way you two would make it to Luke’s party.

After a quick shower, you put on the undergarments and stood there, admiring the way they fit so perfectly when Calum walked in with a small box in his hands.

“So beautiful and perfect as always, angel.” You could see his smirk from the mirror, making you wonder what he was up to.

“What’s in the box?” You asked, your curiosity getting the best of you as you turned around to face him.

“Well you see pet, you have done some things that require punishing, and we haven't brought these out in a while.” He pulled out two shiny metal balls that were attached to each other with a plastic holder.

“Not tonight, please.” You gulped as he set the box down on the dresser, moving closer to you “We know that it's not going to end well.”

“You think I am going to be able to keep my hands off of you all night? If I have to suffer a dinner with a boner the whole time, then I might as well have some fun.” He smirked and trapped you with his body, making your back hit the cold wall.

You two had used the luna beads on two separate occasions, and both of those had resulted in you using the safeword and Calum feeling bad because the safeword was rarely used in your sexual encounters.

He took his time by kissing and caressing your body before inserting the balls, making you gasp and moan at the cold and odd feeling. After getting dressed and fully ready, the two of you made your way to the car and drove to Luke’s house.

“This house is new, isnt it?” You asked, admiring the way it fit perfectly in the forest, the wood and glass that it was built with complementing the greens of the trees surrounding it.

“No, this is his first house. I designed and built this one for him with Ash. The one he has in the city is just for show.”

“It’s beautiful, Cal. You four really are the true dream team.” You said, smiling at him. He turned you around and placed his hands on your hips, his fingers digging into the exposed skin. It raised goosebumps all over your body, the feeling of it aroused you more, a moan escaping your lips.

“I see the beads are working their magic.” The smirk never leaving his lips. He squeezed again, and slid one of his hands to your ass, smacking it lightly. That was more than enough to make you have a orgasm right in the middle of Luke’s front yard, but you stopped yourself and continued walking with Calum on tow.

“Asshole.” Was the only thing you could muster up, turning back to glare at him as he chuckled.

“I still don’t understand why you decided to wear this thing.” He groaned and pulled at the material of your white jumpsuit as you waited for the door to be opened.

“It was either this or that stupid dress you bought for me.”

“But the dress would’ve been hotter.” He pouted, making puppy eyes at you.

“It wasn’t even a full dress, I don’t understand why you even bought it.” You rang the doorbell again, anxious to be away from him for a little while. He kept his hands on your body, whether on your hips or arms, but every touch set your skin on fire

“We’ll find use for it someday.” He mused as he stood behind you, his hands back on your hips and tracing circles. He pressed himself harder against you, making you feel how hard he was. Luke was taking forever to open the door, so Calum took the opportunity to nibble on the skin of your neck, a low moan falling from your lips.

“You have no idea how much I want to fuck you right now, right here.” His hot breath hit your neck and that was enough to make you want to go back to the car and have him right there and then.

As you were about to fall back and support yourself on his chest, a beaming Liz opened the door.

“Calum, Y/N! You made it, come on in!”

You groaned as Cal moved to your side and grabbed your hand in his, intertwining his fingers with yours. He laughed lightly and led you through the foyer and into the living space.

The house was as beautiful inside as it was outside. You stood with Calum’s hand in yours as he let you admire his, Ashton’s and Michael’s work. It had beautifully designed high ceilings. The log cabin look mixed with contemporary glass and open concept gave it a homey yet fancy look and feel.

“Cal, this is amazing. How long ago did you guys build this?” You asked, smiling at your boyfriend who had a smug smile on his face.

“About 8 years ago. We had just graduated and gotten our licenses, Luke and his dad wanted to see if it was worth investing in helping us start up.”

“Even though those three are so annoying and rude sometimes, I’m very glad they’re your best friends.” You smiled and gave him a peck on the cheek, your heels helping you with the height difference. He hugged you and took the opportunity that no one was watching to smack your ass again, sending a wave of pleasure through your body. You felt all the blood rush to your core and your cheeks turned a deep red. He let go of you to get a drink and you took the opportunity to walk away from him. But walking wasn’t helping. The beads weren’t uncomfortable, but it also wasn’t something that you were used to. Every movement you made or even sitting down made you whimper. You made it to were Crystal and Laura were talking to Nora.

“Hey Y/N, I don’t think you’ve met Nora yet, have you?” Crystal asked after she and Laura gave you a hug and said hi.

“No, Luke mentioned you a couple times but Cal and I hadn’t met you officially.” You smiled and offered your hand for a handshake with a smile. She returned the smile and all four of you started a conversation about wedding details and whatnot.

After mingling for what seemed like hours, Liz finally said that dinner was ready and everyone made their way towards the backyard. You couldn’t stop admiring how beautiful the place was, and Cal made a mental note to ask you about redecorating and remodeling your own home. But he never stopped thinking about you with no clothes on, your legs spread out under him writhing in pleasure. He knew that the longer this was prolonged, he wouldn’t last long, so that was one of the reasons for the beads.

Dinner had been served and everyone stayed in their seats as Nora and Luke both spoke, telling everyone that they were in love and had been engaged for a while before telling anyone. Calum kept his hand on your thigh, tracing patterns or just resting, a squeeze here and there. You were a mess at this point, the beads had been inside for far too long, and you needed release but if Calum found out you came without watching he’d be more upset.

The food was picked up and everyone gathered around to mingle some more, cups of alcohol in everyone’s hand. After a couple drinks and a sudden wave of confidence, you made your way to were Calum stood with Ashton, Michael and Luke. They were talking to other men in suits, and you assumed it was about business, but you needed him to fuck you right there and then, you couldn’t take it anymore.

“...actually Y/N just came back from New York. Jordan will be taking care of that firm while Luke and I go to Italy to finish the resort.” Calum spoke as he stood by the men, a beer in hand. They way he stood with such confidence and a smug smile made you more turned on than you already were.

“Speaking of which, here she is.” He said, taking your hand and pulling you towards him. You smiled and shook hands with all the men and explained everything that went on while on the trip. Meanwhile Calum’s hand rested on the small of your back. The coldness of his rings could be felt through the thin material of your jumpsuit.

Ashton began talking about a project he had gotten in the last month, and you took the opportunity to get Cal’s attention.

“I need you to take these out. Now. I need you to fuck me before I come just from these beads and your hands on my back.” You whispered in his ear and he squeezed your hips again, the pressure increasing between your legs. He cursed under his breath and excused himself from the conversation, dragging you with him. The both of you rushed back inside the house and up the stairs into a bathroom.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” You groaned as he shut the door and locked it.

“What?”

“Do any of you know what privacy is or how it works?” You pointed towards the camera in the corner of the bathroom and the glass wall. It looked out into the forest, the moon and the fairy lights lighting the bathroom.

“I’ll tell him to delete the security footage before he watches it.” Cal was already behind you, trailing kisses down your shoulders and on the back of your neck as his hands worked in unzipping your attire.

“If they look up, they can see us.” You moaned as he pulled the top of the jumpsuit down, his hands on your stomach and his rings digging into your skin.

“But I thought this was your favorite thing, angel. I thought you liked being watched.” His lips sucked on the crook of your neck, leaving a mark you were sure wasn’t gonna be covered by the straps.

When he slipped the jumpsuit passed your waist and down your legs, you forgot that there was people downstairs and that maybe, just maybe, Luke wouldn’t delete the recording and you’d be screwed. But the moment Calum’s hand reached between your legs to spread them apart, everything but him was truly forgotten. He turned you around so your back was pressed against the glass and you were facing him. He knelt down and pulled the white thong down, revealing the string that would help the beads come out. His hands found themselves on your thighs as he trailed kisses from your knees to your thighs.

“You need to stay still or I’m leaving those in there.” He chuckled as you huffed and leaned your head against the glass, staying as still as possible while he continued his trail of kisses to your core. His tongue found your clit and you let out a loud moan, not caring about who heard.

“What did I say?” He looked up at you again, his eyes full of lust and desire. You noticed that his pants had been on too tight all night long, and couldn’t wait to have him inside of you.

“You said to stay still, not quiet.” You smirked.

“Smartass. Now shut up and stay still.” He brought his lips back to your clit and you made the best effort to muffle your moans as your hands buried themselves in his hair. Without warning, your first orgasm hit you. You clenched around the beads and pulled on his hair as you cursed and whispered his name multiple times.

He got up from his spot and gave you a few minutes to recover. His belt hit the floor and you pulled him towards you after he pulled the beads out and jumped up to wrap your legs around his waist, being careful with the jacket of his suit and his shirt.

“I missed you.” He said as he thrusted slow and deep, his hands on the glass while your back was pressed to it and your arms and legs around his body held you up. After a few minutes, you felt the pleasure built in the pit of your stomach again, and clenched around him.

“‘S okay, baby. Come for daddy.” His words were enough to bring you to your high a second time.

He kept his movements fast and rough after that. You whimpered and whined, the overstimulation hitting all at once, and when he brought his hand to your clit, you wondered if he was close.

“You know you can tell me if it’s too much, right babe?” He asked between groans.

“Keep going, I want you to come inside of me.” He moved his fingers faster on your clit and his thrusts became sloppy, so when you felt that you couldn’t hold it anymore, the third orgasm hit you hard and you felt calum come inside of you at the same time.

Your arms and legs went limp as you rested your forehead on his shoulder, making sure that your makeup wouldn’t stain his black suit. He pulled out of you and you whimpered. He held you up and sat you down on the chair in front of the vanity as he cleaned himself up quickly and pulled his pants back up.

He grabbed a towel from the closet and sat beside you, wiping his cum from between your legs. You smiled sheepishly as he handed you your underwear and helped you put it on. The whole time you both got dressed it was silent. He smiled and he looked content as he zipped your jumpsuit back on, kissing your bare shoulder.

“Sorry, baby.” He said as he pointed at the mark on your shoulder. You were standing in front of the mirror as he stood behind you.

“‘S okay.” You answered and turned around to face him. He grabbed your face in his hands and kissed your cheek before you both went back down to the party. Some people had already left, and there was only close friends and family left, so it seemed fitting that you stayed a little longer. The guys were sitting in the fire pit with their significant others. You joined them and sat next to Luke, Calum whispering to him about the tapes. He looked at you and wiggled his eyebrows while smirking.

“He’s gonna delete them. But he’s never gonna forget that we fucked in his house.” Calum said while his cheeks turned a bright red and his friends laughed about something else, but he knew that somehow Luke has suspected you both were up there and said something. It didn’t phase you though, as it had been all you wanted as a welcome home.

I hope you all like this. CEO!Cal is my baby and I wnjoyed writting this so much. PLease let me kno if you liked it. or didnt.

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thesestrangeimagines · 6 years

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Dustin’s Enigma (Part One)

Hey guys so I’ve decided to do a multi part thingie. I had this idea a couple days ago and couldn’t get it out of my head until I word vomited 2000 words onto a doc. So here you go. I haven’t decided on an ending yet, but I’m going to make this super long.

The general idea is that the kids are now all in high school and Dustin becomes infatuated with this girl, that’s too old for him. I had to change the ages around a little bit. I bumped Steve down a grade so he’s still in high school. So he’s in Nancy’s grade and the reader is a Junior(one year younger than Steve). Without any further ado, Dustin’s Enigma Part One.

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It was the first day of school of your junior year and you were not excited. Summer vacation was boring and you loved learning it was just that you hated the mundane status quo that came with a week of school. Monday, everyone’s tired and finds out about the drama that happened at some party that happened over the weekend. Tuesday, people fill in gaps and rumors spread. Wednesday, people find out the truth and no one cares anymore. Thursday, new party plans are made. Friday, people are hyped for the weekend. Weekend, parties happen and random hookups ensue, not that you knew what that felt like. You were strictly on the outskirts. You moved to Hawkins the summer before your freshman year. Since the town was so small, cliques had formed already and there were no empty spaces. Sure, you had friends, but you guys never went to parties or really hung out after school. Your friendships, if they even could be called that, we’re purely out of necessity. For sharing notes and homework almost exclusively. It was lonely, but you liked it that way, because to you it wasn’t lonely ness, it was solitude.

You walked to homeroom on the first day back, schedule in hand, and a semi positive attitude for the future. As in your future after high school. You couldn’t wait to get the hell out of this god forsaken town and into the real world. Out of the bubble if you will. You wanted city life, and to meet new and interesting people. You wanted action, adventure, romance, and literally anything other than small town living.

When you were walking down the hall, you spotted a group of lost looking freshman. There were six of them, 4 guys and 2 girls. One of them looked confident, like she could take on the world. Another one who couldn’t seem to take his eyes off the confident one. A guy, holding the hands of a girl who looked like she had seen a ghost. A guy who looked slightly familiar. And a guy who was looking straight at you. You looked up at the wall at the clock. You had like 10 minuted before you had to be at homeroom. You decided to be a good person and ask the kids if they needed help, because god it looked like they needed it.

“Hey, do you guys need help,” you asked, in the kindest voice you could muster, “you look lost?”

The one with the curly hair that was staring at you didn’t answer, but kept staring while the one holding the girls hand answered, “uhh yeah could you tell us where this room is?” He said passing over the schedule.

“Oh yeah, that’s umm, down this hall,” You gestured in the direction you were walking in, “and then you turn right at the next hall, I’m heading that way, I’ll show you.”

You started waking, the group of freshman following closely behind. When you got to their turn you looked back and began to explain, “This is the hallway that you’ll al have your homerooms in, I’m assuming you’re not all together, but they should all be in this hall. I’m Y/N and I’m a junior so I’ll be two hallways further down. If you need anything else, just come find me.” You may be standoffish to most, but you really wanted to help these kids have a not terrible high school experience and if showing them where to go could help them, you were more than happy to oblige.

“Thank you, I’m Mike Wheeler, by the way, this is El,” He said referencing to the girl he was holding hands with. Nancy’s little brother, you should have known, Nancy was almost your friend.

“I’m Max!” The girl with confidence and fiery red hair to match said.

“I’m Lucas,” said the boy who was watching Max.

“I’m Will,” said the kid that looked familiar. You immediately realized it was the kid who went missing for like a week 2 years ago. You were surprised it hadn’t clicked sooner.

The last boy with the curly hair didn’t say anything, he just stared at you.

“Is he okay?” You asked, laughing slightly.

“Yeah that’s Dustin, he’s weird, anyway thanks for the help” Mike said as he scurried down the hall with his friends. Lucas slapping Dustin on the back of the head after they left. You couldn’t help but laugh. They were such a cute group, you just hoped that high school wouldn’t tear them apart the way you knew it would.

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Dustin’s POV

“Dude did you see her! She’s gorgeous!” Dustin said with hearts practically in his eyes.

“She is two years older than you. You think she, a junior, is going to like you, a freshman?” Lucas said as they walked down the hall. Dustin and Lucas didn’t have homeroom together, but the rooms were right next to each other.

“It’s a possibility. I’m a catch,” Dustin declared, following it up with a little growl.

“We will talk about this later, we can’t be late for our first homeroom, let’s go Mike.” Lucas tapped Mike on the shoulder and they walked into their homeroom. Max also ran off to her homeroom after Lucas left leaving El and Dustin standing in the hall. Dustin had promised Mike that he would look out for El in all the classes Mike didn’t have with her. Which were conveniently all the ones Dustin had with her. “Shall we,” Dustin said, gesturing towards the door.

She nodded and headed in the room, Dustin following shortly behind.

Dustin couldn’t get that girl, Y/N, out of his head all day. He was convinced that he was in love with her. Completely and utterly in love with her. When he sat at the lunch table filled with his friends he wasn’t even able to pay attention because he spotted her sitting 3 tables over with a small group of people, who didn’t even appear to be speaking. He was just watching Y/N read. “Dustin, earth or Dustin, see, it’s so in love he’s not even paying attention. He’s in another world. He’s in Y/N land” and at those world Dustin was brought out of his reverie.

“I am not in Y/N land, we’re just in love, were meant to be. Did you see the way she looked at me?” Dustin said dreamily.

“If you mean by the way she looked at you when she asked if you were okay.” Mike said, and the whole group laughed, even El, who never laughed.

“Joke all you want now, but you’re not getting an invite to the wedding.” Dustin pouted.

“If she’s in love with you, why is she talking to Steve?” Lucas asked, nodding his head over in her direction.

“She’s talking to who now?” Dustin snapped, returning his attention back to Y/N.

“I am going to kill Steve,” Dustin declared, beginning to stand up, only to be held down by Lucas.

“Nope, you’re not going over there, after school buddy, after school”

“Fine,” Dustin settled, stopping his resistance and sitting back down,”But I’m showing him whose boss”

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Your POV

You were having a perfectly pleasant lunch reading you book until someone decided to disrupt your solitude.

“Hey Y/N” It was Steve Harrington.

“What do you want Steve?” You asked in a condescending tone. Once upon a time you had a crush on Steve, then he started dating Nancy, then you vowed to never have a crush again and they all lived happily ever after. Well except Steve and Nancy, that crashed and burned about a year ago.

“I heard you helped a certain group of freshman this morning, they’re basically my children so I wanted to thank you.” Steve seemed almost genuine, maybe he wasn’t the piece of shit that you thought he was. No not again Y/N.

“Oh yeah anytime, I just wanna give them a fighting chance you know, high school’s hard,” You said, eager to get back to your book.

“Anyway I’ll leave you alone, see you around Y/N” Steve stated, beginning to walk away.

“See you around Steve,” at that Steve walked away allowing you to return to your book.

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Steve POV

“What the hell man!” Dustin yelled in Steve’s face.

“What in the world are you taking about?” Steve answered in a confused tone.

“Oh you know what I’m talking about, stay away from my woman!” He continued yelling.

“What- who is your woman?” Steve replied, still very confused.

“You know who!”

“if I knew why would I be asking?!?” Steve yelled this time.

“Y/N!”

“Awwww someone’s got a crush!” Steve chided and fully opened the door to let Dustin inside

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runningwitches · 7 years

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Buddy and Ummi: The Surprise Visit (Damian Wayne x Mother Figure!Reader)

Summary: As Dick Grayson’s girlfriend, you meet his new younger sibling, Damian Wayne. The young boy doesn’t know how to express that he needs a mother figure, but once you figure it out, you’re happy to be just that. This is the fifth part in the series. If you haven’t read the first four parts you can find them in the masterlist below.

Word Count: 1065

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Since Bruce wasn't Batmanning (is that a term? It is now lmao) due to Alfred’s request, Dick stepped up to take over patrol that night with Jason (Alfred argued that Tim needed rest too, claiming that coffee wasn't a proper source of energy), which meant he had to spend more time on patrol than a usual night, but it also meant that he would stop by after patrol and stay the rest of the night with you, like he did after most long nights on patrol or missions that lasted longer than planned.

He shimmied his way in through your apartment window around 3 in the morning, and you stirred from your sleep. No matter how quiet he was, you always woke up to greet him, a sleepy, lopsided smile on your face. He changed from his Nightwing costume into the sweats he kept at your house for nights likes these, and slipped in between the sheets next to you. You cuddled into his chest and closed your eyes to sleep again, but Dick wasn't tired. He instead began a conversation.

“So, dodgeball?”

“I'm sure I've told you that I was the dodgeball champion at my school. Right?” you asked, your voice heavy with sleep.

“I didn't know about that until I got back to the manor before patrol and Damian was whining about you thinking that you'd beat him in it,” your boyfriend informed you with a light chuckle.

You sighed. “It's not my fault that I'm just the best at dodgeball babe. I don't mean to make him feel inadequate, but I can't change my skill level.” Dick laughed at your antics before kissing the top of your head and settling in for sleep. “G’night love,” you mumbled, nuzzling into his chest.

“Goodnight.”

You woke up that morning to an empty bed. You stretched out and listened. Mornings with Dick out of bed either meant he was cooking (or attempting to cook) in the kitchen, taking a shower, or out for work with Bruce, but judging by the sound of running water, you figured he was in the shower.

Laying in bed for a few more minutes, you checked your phone. You had two unread texts from one of your employees, Justin. You ran an art shop that was mostly online. Selling art prints and trinkets like buttons and keychains, however, you had a small storefront in Downtown Blüdhaven. It wasn’t the nicest area to own a shop, but it never drew much attention anyways. Because you were fairly popular online, even with the storefront not gathering too much popularity, you were able to pay your few employees, and it also allowed for a flexible schedule. Reading the texts you saw that you were out of stock of some of the best-sellers in store, so you quickly set out and ordered more of what you needed, before texting Justin back to let him know you’d be coming in today to check up on the store and stuff like you did every Monday.

Upon leaving your bedroom however, you found that there were more people than just Dick in your apartment. You were startled at first, but then you realized that it was Damian and Bruce.

“Uh, hey guys?”

“Hello, (Y/L/N).”

“If you don’t mind me asking, why are you guys here? Did Dick let you in?” you weren’t upset about them being in your apartment. You were, however, extremely confused.

“Sorry (Y/N). Damian refused to cooperate with me and Alfred this morning because he wanted to play dodgeball or something…”

“Wait! It’s Monday! Dami, don’t you have school?” you asked, looking at the clock on your microwave in the kitchen. 8:27.

“Tt, I did not wish to attend school today. You told me you would challenge me in dodgeball.” “Oh, buddy. I didn’t mean today, just kinda. In the future, you know?”

“That is fine, however I was thinking over what you said at lunch yesterday and decided I didn’t want to go through with making friends. I’m avoiding school.”

You shot Bruce an apologetic look before telling Damian he couldn’t avoid school forever and offering to drop him off. “I suppose, but my first class started half an hour ago.”

“Okay bud, I’ll get cleaned up real quick and we can head out.” You ran to your room and grabbed a change of clothes before heading into the bathroom. Dick was just getting out of the shower, and he was about to walk straight from the bathroom to your room (without a towel) before you stopped him. “Babe, at least put a towel on. We have… visitors.”

“Visitors? Who?”

“Dami and Bruce. He refused to go to school today without seeing me or something, so I’m gonna drop him off.”

“When did they get here?”

“I don’t know, I came out of my room and they were there? I mean, they obviously just let themselves in,” you noted. “I’m going to have to get used to that, aren’t I?”

“Yup,” he said, wrapping a towel around his waist and walking to your room. You could hear Damian’s protests of disgust from where you were and couldn’t help but smile to yourself as you brushed your teeth.

Slipping into shorts, a sweatshirt, and a comfy pair of shoes, and throwing your hair into a messy ponytail, you headed out to get Damian to school and then to work. “Okay bud, let’s get you to school,” you said, ruffling Damian’s hair (as you found his messy hair was quite adorable, and he was even cuter with a pout on his face). You said goodbye to Bruce, telling him you would deal with the boy, and that he should head off to work. He sent you a grateful smile, ecstatic that somebody was willing to deal with the little monster he called his son, and headed out. You quickly turned to Dick, who was now fully dressed and ready to go to the Manor to help solve a case Tim was obsessing over, and gave him a kiss, earning a sound of disgust from the young boy on the other side of the room. “I’ll see you later, okay?”

“Wanna meet me at the manor after you check up on the store?”

“Sure! Love you babe, see ya,” you said, leaving another lingering kiss on his lips before leaving with Dami.

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riverdalee · 7 years

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The One With The Countdown

Pairing: Jeff Atkins x Reader

Summary: You and Jeff find yourself in the peak of your relationship: arguing, making up, talking about your future together. Little do you know there’s a clock on your relationship that’s running out of time.

A/N: died a lil inside writing this not gonna lie

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5 DAYS BEFORE Friday, 8:17 pm Most days, you and Jeff barely argued. You’d been dating for over a year and it had been a great year. You were young and in love, as cliché as that was and nothing in the world mattered more. Or at least it hadn’t. But for days you’d been arguing about where he’d been spending his time.

“No. Not Bryce’s. Not again,” you shake your head firmly, “Don’t you get it, Jeff? He is a terrible person and going to his parties-“

“Makes me a terrible person?” he raises a brow. You inhale sharply, resting a hand against his chest and looking into his eyes, “You’re a good person and I wouldn’t want anything to change that.”

“I don’t go to those parties so I can hang out with Bryce and his douchebag friends,” he promises you, “I go for Clay who goes for Hannah who goes for Jessica,” he says, all in one breath, “Is it so wrong to want to help my friend?”

“Can’t you just help him at school? Nothing good ever happens at those parties.”

Jeff raises a brow, “You know, we’ve never really talked about-“

“And I don’t want to,” you sigh.

Freshman year you’d dated Justin for a short while and that time in your life was a living hell. You hadn’t ‘put out’ and he’d invited you to one of Bryce’s parties just to break up with you and humiliate you in front of his friends. The jokes people made still rung in your ears when you saw him in the hallway.

Lucky for you, Jeff had driven you home from that party and you’d ended up good friends which turned into more eventually.

You knew everyone at school loved him and that he was big on the social scene and you didn’t mind it, it’s just each time he told you he ‘had’ to go to one of Bryce’s parties, you couldn’t help but feel disgusted. What happened to you wasn’t the worst of what happened at those parties and you both knew it.

Jeff rests his hands on either side of your face, “I’m not going to let anything bad happen tonight.”

You nod. At least you felt reassured by the fact that Jeff would help someone in trouble if there was any, just like he’d helped you.

“Why don’t you come?” he asks, pressing a kiss to your forehead before walking back to his wardrobe.

“Because I haven’t stepped into one of his parties since freshman year,” you scoff, “What time will you get back?”

“As soon as I have Clay and Hannah talking to each other,” he smiles widely. You thought it was cute that he’d taken it upon himself to help Clay out, though you were a little jealous that they were spending more time together than the two of you were these days.

“Mmm,” you hum, hugging him from behind, “When will I get all of your time the way Clay does?”

“You can have me the whole of tomorrow,” he promises, “A whole Saturday where you can make me watching Young Wolf-“

“Teen Wolf,” you correct him, chuckling, “Fine,” you sigh, “Be safe. Don’t drink too much.”

He rolls his eyes as he pulls on his jacket. You stand in front of him, adjusting the collar and shooting him a stern look, “Call me if you need me to pick you up, okay?”

“I’ll be fine, y/n,” he laughs, tracing a finger down your cheek, “You don’t have to worry about me.”

“But I do anyway,” you sigh, hugging him. He wraps his arms around you, resting his chin on the top of your forehead.

“Look, I’ll text you all night,” he says, “I’ll give you an hourly update on how Clay isn’t talking to his crush.”

You half smile, ruffling his hair, “Alright, get out of here before I strap you down to the bed so you can’t leave.”

“I’m not completely opposed to that,” he smirks before swiping his phone off the night stand and pressing a kiss to your cheek, “I’ll be back by 11. I promise,” he says.

You spend the entire night watching re runs of Gilmore Girls despite the same three episodes being played in a loop. It didn’t really matter since all you were thinking about was Jeff.

Every time he went to one of these parties, the two of you would end up fighting. Today you’d let it go but that just made it that much harder on you, having to internalize your fear all on your own instead of talking to him about it. You knew he wouldn’t brush you off but you also knew you couldn’t change his mind.

You knew Jeff wasn’t at risk of anything in particular but you knew that there was always drama around Hannah and Jessica and that if anything were to go down, he would step in on Clay’s behalf and that worried you. You couldn’t live if something happened to him.

“Screw it,” you mumble to yourself, an uneasy feeling growing in your stomach despite your best efforts to suppress it. It was already 1am and you hadn’t heard from him at all. You jump into your car, driving towards Bryce’s house. As you pull up his driveway, your heart begins to race.

The front lawn was littered with a few passed-out people, unsurprisingly, not all of them were fully clothed. You dodge around them, frowning, your eyes raking the house for Jeff as you walk in.

You could feel eyes shifting to you and a few scattered whispers. You hadn’t really considered what walking in here would do or what kind of rumours there’d be by Monday – after all, you’d avoided these for most of your time in high school. You pull your phone out of your pocket, dialling Jeff again, only to feel a hand grab your shoulder.

“What are you doing here?”

Bryce’s voice is a loud sneer that seems to echo over the loud music. Justin was standing by his side, shifting from foot to foot – he looked concerned.

“I j-just-“ you stammer. You could see his hand reaching out for you and you dodge it quickly, stumbling backwards and to the floor.

Bryce sniggers, crossing his large arms over his chest and stalking towards you. Justin quickly steps in front of him, “Come on man, she looks wasted,” he says.

“That’s how I like them,” Bryce leers, crouching down beside you. He traces a finger down your arm, before wrapping his thick fingers around it and yanking you up.

“Come on man,” Justin sighs. Bryce brushes him off.

“That’s what she’s here for, a good time,” Bruce shrugs.

“Actually, she’s here to see me,” Clay says, tugging you out of Bryce’s grasp. Bryce just rolls his eyes and falls back into conversation with his group.

“Are you okay?” he asks. You just stare at him wide eyed, unable to speak. He steadies you, walking you over to the backyard where it was a little quieter and points to a corner.

Jeff was slumped against a pool chair, his head lulling side to side.

“It’s my fault. We started playing beer pong against Hannah and Jessica and he drank so I wouldn’t have to,” he says apologetically.

You felt like you were going to throw up from what had just happened but your priority was to get the two of you out of there.

You walk over, crouching beside him.

“Y/N,” he mumbles, a small smile spreading across his lips. He closes his eyes, letting his head hang back and you loop one of his arms around your neck and help him up. He staggers all over the place until Clay links his other arm around his neck.

You avoid the eyes of Bryce and his posse as the three of you go through the front door. You didn’t need to look to know Bryce’s eyes were on your ass.

It was a struggle getting Jeff into the car but once he was in, he rested his head against the cool glass and was out like a light.

Clay frowns deeply, wringing his hands, “I really am sorry.”

“it’s not your fault,” you tell him, “Are you okay to get home?”

He nods toward his bike across the street, making his way over. He pauses, turning back to you, “Don’t be too hard on him,” he sighs.

You climb in, turning the key in the ignition. Your breaths were short and shallow, you felt like the air had left your lungs since you’d walked into that house.

You were half way to Jeff’s house when you realized you could barely see where you were going. At first you thought it was the tears that had been streaming down your face the whole time you’d been driving but soon noticed there were black spots all over your vision. You squeeze your eyes open and shut several times, your breathing so loud you could hear it over the music, but it made no difference.

“Fuck,” you croak, pulling over. You’d completely sweat through your shirt. You knew you were hyperventilating but you couldn’t get yourself to stop. You hadn’t had a panic attack since that incident freshman year. You rest your head against the steering wheel, letting our choked sobs.

“I’m sorry,” you hear Jeff mumble from beside you. He rests his hands on top of yours and nestles his head against your shoulder, “I’m really, really fucking sorry.”

4 DAYS BEFORE Saturday, 11:03 am

Despite your agreement to spend the weekend together, you’d dropped Jeff home on Friday around in the early hours of the morning and gone home, ignoring all his calls that had started shortly after..

He’d tried to comfort you in the car and apologized profusely for scaring you like that and dragging you into a situation you didn’t want to be in. You didn’t say a word, nor did you tell him about what had happened with Bryce. You simply drove him home once you could and told him you’d talk to him the next day.

But as you woke up in the morning, you couldn’t deal with it or him. You’d scrubbed your skin all night, just to get the smell of alcohol out – just to make sure there wasn’t an inch of you left that Bryce had touched.

But you should’ve known better than to ignore Jeff, he was persistent if anything.

“You ignored all my calls,” he says, standing in your doorway, “Y-your mum let me up,” he explains.

“I was tired,” you shrug him off, standing up and walking over to him with your arms crossed over your chest.

“Please don’t be mad at me,” he sighs, “I didn’t mean for any of that. I didn’t expect you’d show up – I thought I could sleep it off then go home to you.”

“You didn’t expect I’d show up? Do you know how much I freak out every time you go to one of Bryce’s parties?”

“I know,” he sighs, shaking his head, “I know and I’m not going to go to one ever again, I swear. I should have never put you through that.”

You run your fingers through your hair, biting down on your lip, “I need some time, Jeff.”

“Wait, what?” he frowns, inching towards you, “Come on, I just said I wouldn’t go.”

“But that’s your life,” you throw your hands up in the air, “You like parties and going out and I don’t want to stop you from doing that stuff if you enjoy it. I don’t – I don’t want to be the girlfriend that controls everything you do.”

“You’re – you’re not that girl. You’re just looking out for me, those parties are the worst place to be and I know that and I know that you’re right.”

“If you knew that then you wouldn’t have gone,” you deadpan, “I can’t keep having this same argument with you over and over again.”

“And I promise you’ll never have to again,” he pleads, taking your hands in his.

You pull them away, balling your fists up by your sides, “I know,” you sigh, walking over to the door and waiting for him to pass you.

3 DAYS BEFORE Sunday, 5:22 pm

After you’d broken up with him, you’d avoided all his attempts at trying to fix things between the two of you. Even when he’d shown up at your window at midnight. Even when he’d gotten drunk and dialled you a dozen times Sunday morning. Even when he’d pleaded with your mom to let him see you at lunch.

“I’m sorry man,” Clay says, skipping a stone across the lake. After a day of failed attempts of trying to get you to talk to him, he’d caved and called Clay to pour his heart out, but the words felt stuck in his throat. He could have never imagined the pain that came with losing you.

“Yeah,” Jeff sighs, lying back on the grass. He’d planned to spend the entire weekend with you and here he was with Clay in the middle of a deserted park, watching the sun set.

“Maybe she’ll come around. She said she needed time, right?”

Jeff shakes his head grievously, “It was the last straw, I could see it on her face. She was so hurt,” he rests his arm over his eyes, “I should have listened to her.”

Clay rests a hand on Jeff’s shoulder, “She was pretty shaken up, huh?”

He looks up at him, “Right, I forgot you saw her when you helped me into the car.”

“Actually, I was there when that whole thing happened with Bryce,” Clay says with a frown, “He’s such a dick.”

Jeff sits up in confusion, “Wait, what happened with Bryce?”

Clay raises his brows, “She didn’t tell you?”

Jeff shakes his head, “What happened?” he asks slowly, knowing he wouldn’t be able to forgive himself no matter how minor it was.

“Bryce kind of grabbed her and knocked her around a bit, said some pretty gross stuff too. God knows what would’ve happened if I hadn’t dragged her away,” he explains, “You know Bryce get’s what he wants, even if it’s in the middle of a party. The guy is disgusting.”

Jeff had stopped listening. He could hear ringing in his ears as he thought of you breaking down in your car, inconsolable. He could feel himself shaking, whether it was with remorse or anger, he couldn’t tell.

He’d put you in a position that you never should have been in and worse, you’d been so distraught about it you hadn’t even been able to tell him. Of course you’d broken up with him – you couldn’t have beared to stay with him knowing there was a possibility that it could happen again.

Jeff shoots up and Clay pulls him back.

“Where are you going?”

“I have to talk to her,” he says, growing agitated. He had to tell you how sorry he was.

“Jeff, she didn’t want you to know. And she probably doesn’t even want to think about it and you confronting her won’t help. Just give her a few days, let it die down a little. God knows it’ll be a big deal at school tomorrow.”

2 DAYS BEFORE Monday, 8:33 am

You could see Jeff watching you from his locker, hesitantly walking toward you with flowers in one hand and his other shoved into his jacket pocket.

You crack a small smile when he comes to a stop. Truthfully, your weekend had been miserable without him. It was only two days but it felt like lifetime – your days felt incomplete without him. And it felt worse to not have him to talk to, to not be able to tell him how humiliated and disgusted you felt about the party.

He holds the bouquet out to you, “I am really, really sorry. And just to be clear these aren’t ‘get back together with me’ flowers, they’re ‘I was an asshole and I’m sorry’ flowers and ‘even if you just want to stay friends or ignore me forever, it’s okay and I promise I’ll never step foot into one of Bryce’s parties again’ flowers.” He seemed out of breath by the time he’d finished saying it.

“How long did you rehearse that?” you raise a brow with a smirk, taking them out of his hands.

“The very long walk from my locker to yours,” he admits, rubbing the back of his neck, “So?”

“So, we can stay friends, Jeff,” you nod. A wide smile spreads across his face, “Good. Great, I mean,” he claps his hands together, “So then why don’t we skip Jessica’s party on Wednesday and go to that Italian restaurant you like?”

“I can’t skip Jessica’s,” you sigh, “I promised I’d wingman one of my friends.”

“Jessica’s?” you hear a voice boom from behind you.

You both turn around to find Bryce and Justin leaning against the lockers on the opposite side of the hallway.

“Will I be seeing you there?” Bryce asks, “Maybe we can pick up where we left off last night?” he chuckles lowly. Within a blink, Jeff is throwing him to the floor and pinning him down, hitting him until his knuckles are bloody. You were watching on in horror, unable to move for a good few minutes until you noticed that Bryce was about to turn the fight around.

You pull Jeff up despite finding it rather enjoyable to see Bryce being beaten to a pulp. When Bryce lurches forward you reach into your bag and pepper spray him between the eyes. He screams loudly doubling over and digging the heels of his palms into his eyes.

“YOU FUCKING BITCH!” he shouts, grasping around blindly.

Jeff half laughs, staring at you in surprise before taking your hand in his and sprinting down the hallway until you’re both through the front doors and out in the carpark.

“We’re going to be in so much shit for that,” he gasps, out of breath.

You study him intently, “Why did you do that back there?” you ask.

“Clay told me,” he confesses, his eyes reddening, “I should’ve known there was more going on. I should’ve known you were hurting.”

“Jeff-“

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry that – that – I don’t even know,” he says frustrated, “I’m so sorry that right now if you asked me to walk into traffic, I would.”

“I’m not going to ask you to do that,” you laugh softly, slinging your arms around his neck, “Thank you, for what you did back there.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I knew you already felt terrible about me having a panic attack, I didn’t want to add to your guilt,” you say, resting a hand against his arm and your forehead against him, “I don’t blame you.”

“I feel terrible,” he whispers.

“I know,” you nod, “But don’t. Clay told me you cried all weekend and that I should take you back,” you say with a small grin.

“Of course I cried all weekend,” he scoffs, “I lost the love of my life.”

“You didn’t lose me,” you reassure him. You take his hands in yours, examining his bloody, bruised knuckles, “Should we go back to my place? Get you cleaned up?”

“Is that code for let’s get back together and make out?”

You roll your eyes and nod, “What else would it mean?” you wink, kissing him softly.

1 DAY BEFORE Tuesday, 1:07 pm

“Stop eating my fries,” Jeff groans, nudging you playfully. You roll your eyes, reaching for them anyway. He picks one up and dips it in ketchup before swiping it across your nose.

You stare at him, surprised, laughing before a small food fight ensues.

“Seriously, how old are you guys?” Clay grumbles as he sits opposite the two of you in the cafeteria.

“Sorry we have love lives,” Jeff teases, “I’ve been telling you all along to get yourself a girl,” he winks, slinging an arm around your shoulder. You shrug it off.

“Don’t listen to him Clay,” you chuckle, “You’re fine as you are.”

Clay mumbles something under his breath with an awkward smile, “So, Hannah is going to be at Jessica’s party tomorrow,” he says, “Should I talk to her?”

“Yes,” you both say in unison.

Clay stiffens, his palms growing sweaty, “W-well, w-what do I say?” he stammers, visualizing the conversation in his head.

You’d both been planning to go to Jessica’s party but now that her and Justin were together, it was guaranteed that Bryce would be there. Your friend had understood when you’d told her you couldn’t come but something about the puppy look in Clay’s eyes made you want to reconsider.

“Are you guys coming?” Clay asks.

Jeff shakes his head firmly, resting his hand over yours, “We’re spending the night in.”

It had been Jeff’s idea not to go and to have a date night instead. Those parties were insufferable anyways, he’d told you, and he didn’t want to have a hangover ever again.

“We can help him a little,” you whisper to Jeff.

Jeff raises his brows, “Really?”

You knew Jeff didn’t care how many parties he missed as long as the two of you were together, the same way you didn’t care how many he went to as long as he was safe. But you also knew how much he wanted to help Clay since Clay as the only reason he hadn’t flunked out, and you felt like you owed it to him.

“Yeah, really. We can be in and out,” you say, turning to Clay, “But you gotta stick to our plan.”

Clay nods firmly even though all of you knew he’d probably freak out at the last minute.

PRESENT DAY Wednesday, 8:54 pm

“You look beautiful,” Jeff says, leaning against the front door as you come downstairs. You were wearing a silk, red mini dress with black boots and a leather jacket hung over your shoulders.

“You too,” you laugh, running your fingers through his hair as he kisses you.

“I can’t believe I’m dating the most beautiful girl in the entire world,” he says in disbelief.

You scrunch your nose up, “You’ve been paying me these corny compliments for two days straight. When will it stop?” you laugh.

“It’ll never stop now that I know what it’s like to lose you,” he says, his expression serious. He holds the car door open, waiting for you to climb in before getting in and switching the headlights on.

He stares ahead for a little, “Are you sure you want to go tonight?”

“It’s fine,” you nod, “We’re going early. We can be in and out before Bryce even gets there,” you tell him, “I know how much you want to help Clay.”

He nods appreciatively, “I promise I won’t let anything happen to you tonight,” he whispers protectively.

“And I will never let anything happen to you,” you say with certainty, resting your head against his shoulder as he begins to drive. Your house wasn’t far from Jessica’s. It was opposite the intersection where the alcohol store was and you could spot a few seniors in there and few juniors, trying to get away with fake I.D’s.

“I remember when that was us,” you laugh.

“And look at us now,” he says, resting a hand over yours, “And imagine us in five years,” he sighs wistfully.

“Five years?” you raise a brow.

“Graduating from college. You do law like you’ve always wanted and after a lot of struggling, I finally get into Medicine so I can help people like I’ve always wanted. We get married, have two kids – one boy and one girl.”

“Let me guess, Jeff Junior?” you laugh. You felt warmth wash over you as you envisioned your future together, more so due to the fact that he’d thought about all this before you had.

“Jeff Junior If it’s a boy and if it’s a girl,” he pauses, “Wait for it…. Jeffica.”

You snort, laughing, “I am not naming our daughter Jeffica.”

“We can name our daughter whatever you like,” he leans over, pressing a kiss to your cheek, “I just like the sound of it… our daughter; our family.”

“Me too,” you grin.

You pull up down the street form Jessica’s house and climb out. The party wasn’t in full swing yet, much to your relief.

Clay arrives at the same time as the two of you, looking slightly suffocated as he joins you.

“I feel like I can’t breathe,” he mumbles.

“Tonight is your night, my man,” Jeff says, trying to hype him up. His frown only grown deeper.

An hour into the party, Clay had disappeared upstairs with Hannah. You and Jeff smile at each other, impressed with your handiwork.

“Nice job,” you whisper to him.

“Couldn’t have done it without you,” he replies, kissing you. At that moment, a few of his friends walk in.

“Should we get going?” he asks unsurely, knowing if he walked over to his friends that you’d have to stick around longer.

You shake your head, “No, have some fun,” you smile at him, “This party seems pretty mellow so far.” You join the group in walking to the front yard where they take over the ping pong table.

When you step away, Jeff rushes to your side, “Wait, where are you going?” he asks.

“I was just going to walk home, I’m getting a little tired.”

“Let me take you,” he says, reaching into his pocket for the keys.

“C’mon man,” Zach says, “You said you’d grab us some drinks form the corner store.”

Jeff sighs in defeat, leaning in, “I can totally ditch them.”

“We can hear you,” Zach calls out.

“It’s okay,” you say. You adjust the strap of your bag against your shoulder, looking up at him, “Just meet me back at my place?”

He never would have let you walk home alone but the street was filled with your classmates and you only lived a few minutes away.

“I’ll be there in 10,” he swears. He pulls you against him, kissing you so hard you could barely breathe. You could hear his friends hooting in the background and you both pull apart, laughing.

“I love you,” he hums, breathlessly.

“I love you too,” you say, pecking another kiss to his lips before turning away. You could feel his eyes on you until you rounded the corner.

Suddenly you were tempted to stop by the corner store and grab some chocolate. You knew you and Jeff would probably grab dinner afterwards but you felt a serious sweet tooth coming on. You cross the street from outside your house to the corner store.

As you gather up a few candy bars and lay them on the counter, the cashier flashes you a wide smile, “Your boyfriend was just in here,” she says. The two of you had been in there so many times you were practically regulars, if that was a thing at convenience stores. You look over your shoulder through the door to try and spot Jeff but it’s too dark out.

“He’s a good boy, that one. You make a very sweet couple.”

“Thank you,” you nod, “He is. He’s great.”

You could see Jeff’s smile in your head. And then you hear it. The sound of bending metal and broken glass. You hear the crash.

You feel your chest tighten as you rush outside to see the an all too familiar car bent out of shape and an all too familiar face through the shattered glass of the window.

“NO!” you scream, rushing towards Jeff’s car where his body was slumped against the door, covered in blood. You feel arms wrap around you and pull you back just as you pry the door open. You turn around to find Clay staring at you, pale faced. You were already hysterical and in tears.

“Don’t move him,” he says, “You could make it worse. I already called an ambulance.”

“W-w- Clay, let me go!” you struggle, shoving against him. He barely flinches, keeping his arms wrapped tightly around you as you flailed around, kicking and screaming.

“I have to help him!” you sob, “I have to help him!”

You said it repetitively, even after the ambulance arrived. Even after they tried to save him and couldn’t. Even after they announced his time of death. Even after they pulled that god damn white sheet over his body and wouldn’t let you past the crime scene tape.

You rip through it anyways, pulling the sheet off his face and shaking him slightly, “Please,” you whimper, “I – I can’t live without you.”

Your mind replayed every kiss, every hug, every smile. Every night you slept next to him and every morning you woke up in his embrace. He’d changed your entire life and the plan was for him to keep changing it, beyond your five-year plan. You were meant to be together for the rest of your lives. He couldn’t be gone. You wouldn’t let him.

“Y/N,” Clay says, resting a hand against your shoulder.

A paramedic moved the stretcher with a sympathetic look on her face after a cop nudges the two of you away, pushing you back behind the tape.

“I promised I would never let anything happen to him,” you croak, watching his body being loaded into the back of the ambulance in disbelief.

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Courtney's Infinite Search for Love Ch. 5 (Witney) - Grinder

AN: So I did an all-nighter to complete an essay so Ii had a few free days including this one. So I decided to write another chapter to this. Also I wanna point out I have a side blog @artificialgrinder. It’s got a playlist tab on it and you can listen to some of the songs whilst reading! Sorry I’m really into music lol.

Anyway, lots of love…

~Grinder

Chapter 5

“Courtney…Courtney!”

My eyes crack open at the feeling of cold hands nudging my shoulder. Just as my eyes adjust to the scene before me I squeeze them shut again as I stretch out my limbs.

“Courtney!”

I jump feeling a sharp jab in the ribs. “What is wrong with you? Can’t you see I’m hungover?”

“Yeah, cool. But listen to this!” Adore beams as she shows me a random number on her phone. I give her quizzical look causing her to sigh. “I just got off the phone with him. It’s the guy from last night.”

My eyebrows knit together practically. “What guy?”

“Remember the guy who flirted with me after some jerk sang All I want for Christmas is You?”

“Adore, you sang All I want for Christmas is You…” I speak with a croaky voice. Christ, water would be greatly appreciated right now.

“Yeah, that’s what I said.” Adore looked bewildered for a moment before carrying on. “The guy who wanted to offer me to be a singer for that bar! Like a live singer. But I said no ‘cause it seemed shady. You remember how he came back later and fucking Alyssa gave him my number?”

“I remember virtually none of that.” I take a moment to breathe in just to sigh it all out heavily.

“It was after you and Willam did the shots!” Adore cackles for a moment before continuing. Glad she’s getting a kick out of my misery. “Anyway, that was him. He told me to come meet him sometime this week. Do you think I should?”

I think about it for a second before responding. “If I can come with you then yes.”

“OK.” She beams a bright smile at me. How is Adore this cheery whilst hungover. I swear she was in a worse condition than us last night. She takes her phone and leaves the room leaving me to just sink back down onto the mattress beneath the blanket.

-_-_-_-

It’s Wednesday. Willam hasn’t messaged me at all. I haven’t seen her either. But I suppose that’s because she only does shows on Wednesdays and Saturdays. So I may definitely see the little shit today. 2:30? Yes! Half an hour until she gets here. I’m gonna square up to her, the strong little aussie that I am. I’ll demand an answer. I swear.

“Courtney?”

I turn my attention away from my computer to the doorway. I feel my muscles relax as I realise it’s not the little shit who shall not be named but Tatianna and Manila.

“We’re gonna go get dinner if you wanna come.” Tatianna informed me, biting into a chip.

“I’m fine. I have to finish the news bulletin script.” I turn back to my computer trying to remind myself that it was the true reason I was there. Not for Willam.

“Well, snooze you lose.” Tatianna waved before turning to leave.

“Feel free to change the music! Bye, Court.’” Manila managed to say before the door could close fully.

Turning to my computer I realise that I have hours until the news bulletin needs to be read. I guess I could have some time to relax and listen to a few songs.

I get up and move towards the recording room. I cringe at the sound of Justin Bieber playing. Christ, why did Dela even have this on the system? Well, I guess his new songs aren’t that bad. But this shit playing right now is bad Bieber era. I’m suffering as I cringe and struggle to find a song. Finally, I come to a song that catches my eye. Coldplay! Oh thank fuck. No more Bieber.

I sit down on the chair, lay back and try and relax for a bit. As I relax I think back to yesterday when Adore and I met up with that guy from the bar. His name was Richard Powers but he liked ‘Dick’ apparently which Adore found hilarious causing her to laugh. I tried to get her to stop and act professional but, Christ, you have to admit it. Her potential boss is called ‘Dick Powers’. It’s brilliant.

Dick laughed too fortunately. He seemed nice. I like Dick. Oh, fuck now I’m laughing. After a few minutes of chatting they discussed hours and settled for Saturday nights at 10PM. She was so excited at the thought of more money.

I get all but 5 minutes of absolute comfort when I feel two hands grab my wrists as they pounce on me. My eyes are wide open now and are trying to adjust to the person who’s in front of me.

As my vision gets clearer and clearer I can feel my stomach knot tighter and tighter.

“Wakey Wakey! Vanilla Shakey!” Willam greets me as she pinches my cheeks. “Get up. I didn’t expect to see you here.”

“Uh…I’m just doing the…uh…news script thingie…” I stammer as I try to gather my thoughts. But how can I when the last person I don’t wanna be left on Earth with is looming over me. How could I forget about her shift?

“Gosh, you’re so nervous today. It’s only me, Court’.” Willam looks bewildered as she gets off me.

“I know I’m just kinda of surprised…” I trail off as she looks at me puzzled.

“Yeah, I’ll forgive your dementia this one time, I got a shift in 10 minutes.” She clicks her tongue looking in the direction of the clock.

“Yeah, I know it’s just…I - -we…” I’m frozen. Just say anything. You look like an idiot. “I haven’t seen you since Saturday night.”

Oh fuck. I blurt it out. She’s just looking blankly. Fuck.

“Yeah, sorry. Sunday I was way too hungover.” She put emphasis on the way. “Monday and Tuesday I guess is just because I don’t do shifts then.”

I take in what she’s saying. I thought about the fact she hadn’t texted me but decide not to bring it up. Like, we weren’t girlfriends. We were dating pretty much. But I want to be girlfriends. So no drama right now.

“I see. Sorry, I just get paranoid easily.” I shrugged stifling a laugh.

“I know. Like remember that time you had to go On Air to make an announcement and you were like ‘Oh my God! This whole town can hear me! I hate it!’” She did a good impression of me, I’ll hand it to her.

“Well you’re the one who was paranoid about not playing your friends song the other day.” I rebuke.

“Whatever. By the way, you know you have two donuts on your head, right?” Willam points to my choice in hairstyle. I swear I nearly collapsed. I didn’t know whether to laugh or feel pissed.

“That’s the last time I try experimental hairstyles.” My eyes widen as I look to the ground. I really liked my hair when it was in two doughnuts. It looked cute and kind of school girlish.

“Hey. Cheer up, man. Don’t take it personally.” Willam replies before bending down and locking her lips with mine. It’s not long before her tongues already in my mouth. How could I not take that personally? Nope I am not letting her be this way.

I push Willam away and go to stand up. “I’m gonna make a start on that script.”

Just as I’m about to make it to the door I feel a hand wrap around my own, pulling me back with slight force. I fall against Willam who holds me to her with her free hand by the waist. She leans in so her mouth is inches from my ear. Images from Raja’s birthday at the club come back. Remembering as she held me, singing in my ear. The feeling tingling through me. It was happening.

“I’m sorry I haven’t been in touch.” She says quietly, her breath hot on my ear. She lowers her kisses to my jawline, my skin developing goosebumps. “I promise this time. I’ll make it up to you, Court’.”

I smirk at the cute nickname. I tilt my neck allowing her tongue to run along my sensitive skin. “You promise?”

“Of course.” She replies before kissing my neck, her hand trailing up my back under my shirt. “I can come around to your house tonight. If you want.”

“I’d love it.” I stifle a laugh as I feel her smile against my skin.

“It’s a date then.” Willam says planting one last kiss on my neck before lifting her face away. She leans in giving me a quick peck as she draws a finger down my spine and out of my shirt.

“What kinda tomfoolery is going on in here?!”

We pull apart and look to find Alyssa in the door, holding a plate of cupcakes. Goddammit, Dela and her free of charge cupcakes. Ruining good moments.

“Willam. You’re supposed to be On Air in two minutes!” Alyssa sets the cupcakes down and points to the system.

Willam freaks out throwing herself onto the chair. “Fuck. What’s my theme…fuck…”

“I think Dela mentioned the theme was ‘Heartbreak’.” Alyssa suggests.

“Fuck yeah! Heartbreak songs!” Willam cheers lining a song up. While she’s busy setting up I take one of the cupcakes from the plate.

“It’s vegan.” Alyssa informs me, sitting up on the guest speaker table.

“Why are they Count Dracula cupcakes?” I ask, inspecting the face of Count Dracula on the cupcake. It wasn’t even Halloween.

“Nothing wrong with Count Dracula. He’s a public figure after all. If Justin Bieber and Ariana Grande can have their faces on cupcakes, then so can Dracula. And besides,” Alyssa pauses to lick frosting from her finger, “they’re really good.”

I don’t know how to react to her sudden provocativeness so I just reply with, “Yeah, I guess Count Dracula makes a good cupcake.”

I hear Alyssa murmur something about ‘Cock Blockula’ which makes her giggle.

“What?”

“What?” She replies.

We just stare at each other for a few seconds before Willam has my attention again as she begins her show. She introduces herself and the show and then jokingly warns her listeners for no more ‘dates’ unless they’re paying. I giggle whereas Alyssa rolls her eyes. There’s a bit of smirk there too though. Looking back to Willam, she lowers her mic as I hear Bye Bye Bye by N-Sync playing through the speakers. I’m dead.

“Thank fuck! I thought I was gonna have to play depressing shit like Everybody Hurts. I could get used to ‘Heartbreak’.” Willam was really getting into it as she nodded with enthusiasm.

Alyssa hops off the table before turning to lift the plate. “Well, I’m gonna leave you kids to have fun.” She pauses to smirk before holding the plate to Willam. “Sure you don’t want one, sweetie?”

“Nah, I’m good.” Willam replies shooing the plate away.

“OK. In that case, later girls.” Alyssa waves before turning to leave.

Willam sighs heavily, catching my attention, as she turns back to the system. I approach her, leaning against the back of her chair. “What’s up?”

She shrugs. “I don’t know. Something about Alyssa annoys me. She’s too energetic for me. And I hate that little smirk she does when she thinks she’s made a funny joke. And even worse, the little laugh she does when she thinks she’s read someone to filth.”

“Well, to be fair, I’ve seen more energy in you doing karaoke than Alyssa for as long as I’ve known her.” I smirk.

“Enough talk about her.” Willam silences me, abruptly pressing her finger against my lips. “What are we doing tonight?”

I look at her bewildered at her sudden memory loss. “I thought you said you were coming over?”

“Yeah, but like are we gonna watch a movie or something?” Willam suggests.

“Um, we could.” Goddammit! There goes the idea of a long night of sex.

“Shit, you horny bitch. Were you expecting a long night of sex?” Willam laughs.

I don’t know what to say so I just shake my head silently.

She just stares at me for a few seconds before looking back to the system to change the song. “OK. How about this? You come over to my house later and I’ll have a surprise for us.”

“So, I won’t be leaving here with you.” I repeat even though it sounds more like a question.

“Yeah, go home and relax for a bit. Also, don’t dress fancy. Wear something comfortable. I’m wearing pyjama’s so you can too if you want.” Willam looks away from the computer and to me as she clicks her tongue and winks.

I take a minute to take everything that she’s said. “I mean, sure. Sounds great! What time?”

“I’ll definitely need time to get ready so how about 8.00?” She suggests.

“4 hours? To get ready?” My brows knit together as my eyes squint.

“Yeah, you’ll understand when you get there.” Willam smirks.

I just nod as I feel reassured. “OK. Well I can’t wait for this ‘surprise’. But right now, I’m gonna go write the news script.”

I turn away from her as I go to leave the room.

“You have a while before it needs to be read!” I hear Willam call after me.

“You know what they say, Willam; The News never sleeps.” I call back as I continuing walking.

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