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shield-agent78 · 9 months

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Educational Desire

Parring: Debbie (OC) x Steve Rogers, Debbie x Bucky Barnes, Debbie x Peter Parker

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 1833

Warnings: NSFW, professor/student relations, language, flirtation, alcohol use, light BDSM, foursomes, voyeurism, oral sex (female and male receiving), anal sex, fingering, vaginal sex

Summary: Debbie is a college professor working within the Avenger’s compound. Her classes are usually full of cadets needing to learn another language. However, when Peter, Steve and Bucky decide to take her class, their reasons are far from educational. Can Debbie let down her guard, allowing herself to find the man or men of her dreams? Will the guys make a play for their professor?

Chapter 3 of 6

A/N: Special thanks to my wonderful beta readers and support system @sapientesgladio and @annaofthenorthernlights All characters in this story are over 21.

Created For: @julybreakbingo / location alleyway @julybreakbingo / lace

@pparkerbingo / fingering N1 @ultimatechrisbingo / role play O1 @anyfandomgoesbingo / public sex G4

Debbie slaps her alarm off with her left hand. “It’s ok, it’s ok that was mine. Freak I’m going to be late.” She is up in a flash headed to her ensuite. “You, um, asked me to bring you here.” “I have aspirin. If you need a ride in it’s not a problem.”

Peter stands up stretching and checking out his surroundings. "Yeah, I need my ride. Why am I…, not gonna question anything. I'm Peter. Where are my clothes?”

Deb opens the bath door, exiting in a smart red and black short summer dress. “I’m Debbie but you can call me Deb. You kind of saved me last night from a creep at Joe's. Oh! Here are your clothes.” She hands the folded items to him. “Anyway…” Ooo and hello handsome. Did you know she likes you? By the way, you are single, right? Need help to sober up? Ask him.

Peter looks her up and down, checking her out properly with a half sober smile. "Fuck, you're that hot language teacher. Good news, the ride to work I need is not a detour. " He begins to get dressed. "I should get drunk and stay the night more often.”

She blushes red from the neck up. “Um yeah… thanks. You want some coffee? I mean, you're hot yourself and Avenger and you probably get that a lot. I better stop rambling now.” The inner goddess rolls her eyes as Debbie moves into the kitchen to fix coffee.

"I do science work for them and fight some bad guys., I don't get that as much as the others, you know hiding behind the mask and such. Oh, and I keep track of contacts." He wanders into the kitchen, keeping his eyes on Deb.

“Then the women must be blind.” She offers one to him with cream and sugar. “Sounds like a very important job to me.”

"It gives me time to learn things while I'm working too though, that's how I ended up in your ass I mean class."

Deb laughs nervously sipping her coffee “I’m sure you don’t want to really take my class. It’s just a foreign language, nothing special.”

"I have the homework in my glove department in my car." He finds his phone checking its location. While he does he can feel her eyes wander over his body checking him out. Pete places his phone back into his jean pocket.

“They didn’t register you under Peter Parker…” Deb states nonchalantly while placing her mug into the sink. She mentally goes through the roster. “Wait — they registered you under James Dean and your friends under Humphrey Bogart and Tony Curtis.”

Peter nods, "Yeah, agents, am I right? Gotta make sure no one knows who's who except who."

“True, for um security, you know, to keep you safe.” Her inner goddess facepalms. For protection, how about that? Are we 12?

"Do you mind if I take a cold shower? I think I need one. Do I have time to?"

She checks her watch. “Ahum, as long as it’s a quick one, you’re good.”

"Alright, one second. Which way to the shower?

“Oh! The last door on your left. Through the master. Towels and washcloths are beside the shower and there is soap and stuff…” Debbie blushes, rambling. “Of course you, um, know where to find me if you can’t find anything.” She gives him a shy smile. He knows what a shower is and why aren’t you joining him NOW? While Peter is showering, Deb questions how not to make a fool of herself when he returns. Ok, keep calm. Make sense. Formulate a complete sentence and hey ask him out!

He goes for a sobering ten-minute shower. Debbie’s heart races as Peter strolls into the living area in dark stonewashed jeans hanging low upon his waist. She can’t take her eyes off him. Her cheeks heat as she stares at the small water droplets slowly skidding down his body. Damn, this man was gorgeous! She bites her lip, watching the water droplets slip past sculpted pecs. towards a heavily carved v-line. Pete tosses his shirt onto the back of a bar stool, as he continues drying his face and hair with one hand he walks into her and she feels one hand brush against her ass. Deb freezes as Pete removes the towel slipping on his shirt. He bends down leaning close to her, clearing his throat some. Their lips only centimeters apart. "So, do you want me to drive, or do you?" His hazel eyes focus on hers. Kiss him and then fuc... Yep, he needs to be… oh my god…. Tell him to touch you all over.

“I um can’t refuse a sweet offer to be driven to work by a fine guy so um yeah, can you drive,” she shudders. He pats her ass, moving her out of the way to get his jacket. Debbie somehow moves to grab her bag and keys. Desire flows through her body as Peter ushers her out the apartment door, shutting it behind them.

Deb follows him to his car, hanging on his every movement. He opens the passenger door for her. “Thanks.“ She smiles up at him sliding into the seat. Pete leans over, fastening the seat belt for her, his shoulders brush hers.

The ride is quiet for a few minutes until they come to traffic. Sexual tension could be felt in the car even without spidey sense. “Do you enjoy it here in New York? I just moved here last year, from the south.” Deb tucks a strand of hair behind her ear.

Pete flashes her a smile. “Yeah, the women are pretty, works crazy." He turns his head towards her. “Any chances of one of those kisses from last night?

“Yeah, keep talking and I think you just might get one.”

"Oh? What if I asked nicely?" She would say yes…

“I would say yes,” it comes as a whisper. Thank you! Finally. “Thought you didn’t remember last night well.”

"I don't remember much of last night," he corrects her, tilting his head to the right, leaning his body in to meet hers. He kisses her. It's a weak kiss, nothing like last night, but as soon as he moves up, there's a red light. Peter holds her face, kissing her so deeply that he only stops because the car behind him honks.

She is breathless by the time the kiss is over. “Wow—um, we need to do that again soon,” her face blushes red. At the next light, it’s her turn. Deb cups the side of his face kissing him deeply, leaving no doubt there is chemistry. Another driver speeds past, screaming about the two getting a room.

He's holding her thigh now as they drive. As soon as Peter sees a chance, he pulls over into an alley killing the car unbuckling. In a flash, Debbie’s seatbelt is unbuckled, and he is rolling her skirt up.

“We um we um are going to be um late,” she stutters as her inner goddess gets popcorn to watch the porn flick now playing out in the car.

He gives a slight chuckle. "I don't care," he kisses her, pulling her into his lap facing him.

She immediately places her hands on his biceps. “Pe--ter,“ she moans softly as his large hand travels higher up her thigh. His touch makes it hard to think while her heart races.

He plays with her ass for a moment before getting his large hard cock out, resting it on her lace-clad pussy, while kissing her neck. "I'll make sure we aren't too late." His long fingers push the intrusive lace to the side. He runs his index finger over her folds pushing it into her pussy just for a moment. Deb whines needily. Peter smirks, removing his finger and placing it up to her lips. Her bubble gum tongue wraps around it humming in approval tasting her arousal on him. She lets go with a small pop. He looks at her as if she is the only woman in the world perfect enough to be in his arms.

She raises up slightly so he can enter. Her eyes blown wide with desire. Pete gives her a small sexy wolf smile, moving the lace once more to the side as he makes her his. Breath is overrated because he has just taken hers. She kisses him, tasting his mouth. Moaning slightly as she does. Her hands run under his shirt, needing to feel his taut muscles and smooth skin.” Oh--- fuck — you feel so good.” She wants to feel more, has to feel more, for if she doesn’t, it is as if the world will stop around them.

He breaks the kiss only to pull his shirt over his head, tossing it into the back seat. Deb pulls her dress off her shoulders, bunching it at her waist. “Mhm—Touch me — “she begs him “All over,” Peter smirks, running his calloused fingers from her thighs to her smooth stomach. His hands stop at her breasts, pinching the nipple of each, giving them ample attention they deserve. Soft wet tongue latches upon the left, swirling around the areola as Deb’s head is tossed back. Her hips rock, pushing against her lover’s as fingers press into her hip.

Pete brings the other hand to her throat, slowly kissing her, letting out little moans as she bounces in his lap, hiding anything above his breath. Kisses become more heated as she whimpers into his mouth. Her hands run up his chest as she bounces, finally resting upon his muscular biceps for stability. Pete moves his hands from her throat to her ass, spanking it as they fuck. She's hot and he's trying to get lost in that.

Her hands are all over his body as well, caressing it, pressing her fingers into his skin. He was hot and sexy…. Not including the best kisser. Deb moans out Peter’s name as they fuck. Praising him for how well he is touching her. There is not a place that’s off-limits to the two of them. Her lips are all over his neck and body, kissing and nipping.

Pete tries to pullout, but he doesn't want to be anywhere except deep inside her fucking her. As if they had been lovers for months, or perhaps even years. He kisses her softly as he melts under her, cumming, needing more of her. Her walls tighten around his cock, her breath hot on his skin. It takes several moments for both to come down from their orgasms. He tucks Deb’s head into his shoulder, stroking her hair with his right hand.

“Damn that was..wow,” is all she can mutter. The inner goddess fans herself as she picks herself up off the floor where she had melted.

Peter smirks, holding his lover close. "Yeah, it was… We got a class to get to, but I don't mind taking you home afterward."

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the-hoziest-archive · 2 years

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literally wanna give my readers homework like, in your opinion, what does the author mean with these lines, how do you interpret it, and why DKJKLGJDKLSG no bc i have. always thought i didn’t “get” poetry BECAUSE I DONT IDK? symbolism? metaphors or. the other thing. i looked up examples but idek what it is bc i dont think i read a single interesting poem in school.

ok. yes. ithace. love that one. i read one (1) interesting poem in school.

but anyway i am the kind of person tumblr loves to complain about like ‘ummm didnt u learn anything in school sweetie like about literature and analysing stuff and whatever :)’ no i did not i was too busy making up cool and fun scenarios in my head and avoiding answering questions unless i was the only one who knew the answer. for my ego stroke.

idk honestly the kind of shit they made us read in school like. is it good to read those books/stories/poems? yes. but why was it SO FUCKING BORING for example. i loved the one with the boy and his friends in nazi occupied greece like fuck that book. broke me. over and over again. and its the kind that would definitely interest a teenager. the story of a boy who grows over the 4-year period and idk the reality of every day life during that time? i was into it idk about the other morons

BUT WHY AM I READING ABOUT WHOEVER IS ESCAPING SMYRNI DRINKING PISS OR WHATEVER LIKE. GROSS. THIS WHOLE THING IS GROSS.

ariadne comes to mind that was like. the woman’s rage. shoot that shit into my veins. cant remember if it was poetry or prose but w/e.

they made the illiad boring. like i barely remember it but i was just like. i dont get it. what is this. probably the only thing that really stayed with me was hubris because im like oh okay. thats the thing modern greeks call swearing. thats cool. word etymology, ykno, absolutely normal interests for a 13 yr old. (and ok in reality, having attempted to read the illiad (translated) recently. it is. so slow. like something that i said about homer being the og ADHD bitch like SIR. SIR U ARE RAMBLING. CAN U FOCUS. WHAT HAPPENED TO ACHILLES ITS BEEN? 57 PAGES?

school made THE ODYSSEY BORING. like took us to a play of the odyssey and everyone’s complaining and im like !!!!! this is amazing!!! and we’re talking plays for teenagers, this is not the type of things you would see in the better-known theatres around the world alright. but i loved it its a really good story. really the mythology, and i love that guy odysseus he’s so smart its actually sexy.

(which reminds me i loved the les miserables play too i think the only adaptation i have even seen. not read the book either and at this point will not.)

school, the typical day at school, is honestly. fucking boring as shit. read words write words alright man can we do something that engages my tiny little brain. i am a curious creature ready to learn but y’all are only here to make us sit straight, stay quiet, line up, head down, do your homework and pass these standardised tests. you gotta go to the fucking bathroom on a their made up little timetable like are we in prison or are we free to be children and adolescents <3

anyway, my point is, i thought i wouldn’t ‘get’ poetry and like, wasn’t the kind of person who could write poetry but idk i can’t stop writing it now. like freestyling, yes, homer-like rambling and tangents, but it’s also cathartic and i think? im doing okay? for someone who’s fucking clueless? im gonna start reading poetry i have a tiny book by one of sappho’s followers, good place to start.

and maybe i’ll stop worrying about whether im doing it right bc fuck it man. its my poetry i make up the rules. and i really truly do want to know if the little hidden easter eggs or vague descriptions, attempts at similes, ~ symbolism ~ are at all.. good? easily understood? no fr im gonna give my readers homework.

#OK VENT OVER LMAO #emma.txt

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milliumizoomi · 3 years

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𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐇𝐔𝐓 𝐔𝐏

➣ SUMMARY. ; Shutting up TR boys with a kiss

➣ FEATURED. ; Mitsuya, Baji, Chifuyu & Draken w/ GN! Reader

➣ FORMAT. ; Headcanons

➣ GENRE. ; Fluff + Slight Crack

➣ WARNINGS. ; Cursing and Rambling

➣ NOTES. ; This request was soooo cute thank you for requesting my love,, hope you enjoy it <33!!

REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED.

⌕ MITSUYA

✗ he would literally be so shocked but try to hide it

✗ and would lowkey want another one but would say nun about it

✗ he was rambling about a last minute project for his home ec club

✗ poor boy was frustrated as hell since the teachers were telling him about it 3 days before it had to be submitted

✗ he was just babbling while running around the home ec room while you sat in the corner

✗ “Babe..?” You called out.

✗ he didn’t even hear you

✗ he was just running around the room like a mad person trying to find supplies

✗ “Takashi?”

✗ still nothing

✗ you got up and walked over to him

✗ “helloooo?? Earth to boyfriend can you even hear me?”

✗ he flinched at you, finally beginning to hear you

✗ “o-oh were you calling me babe? I’m sorry it’s just that I was looking for the stuff for the project and I don’t want it to be late so I’m rushing and I—“

✗ you just leaned in a kissed him

✗ man had to take a few blinks before he could even begin to understand what was going on

✗ he kissed back ofc🙄

✗ after you pulled back you hit him lightly

✗ “you can shut up now you know and also,, don’t overwork yourself you look like a cat going after a laser pointer the way you was scrambling around this room”

✗ “yeah.. sorry about that” he laughed nervously

✗ “you all good, NOW! Let’s work on this together cause god knows you need some help with this”

✗ he nodded and smiled

✗ so you might have jabbed yourself with a needle a couple times but y’all did what needed to be done

⌕ BAJI

✗ his loud ass

✗ man stay shouting abt something

✗ he was loud as hell bout his homework assignment that he procrastinated doing

✗ and now u gotta be the one to hear bout it

✗ NOT TO MENTION THE TOMAN MEETING HE HAD TO REPORT ON

✗ man was just all over the place

✗ “I don’t even know what to do with all this shit! I’M NOT DOING ALL OF THIS IT’S DUMB”

✗ you just sighed and rolled your eyes

✗ he’s been yelling like this for the past 15 minutes and it was starting to drive you up the wall

✗ “and then I got the fucking toman meeting to- MMPFT!”

✗ you had kissed him cause you couldn’t take it anymore

✗ when you pulled away he was just standing there like 🧍

✗ “what was that for?”

✗ “you wouldn’t shut up what else was I suppose to do?”

✗ the man just smirked

✗ “I should talk more often if that’s how you’re gonna shut me up”

⌕ CHIFUYU

✗ ugh my precious

✗ WHY

✗ why would you do this knowing DAMN well the man would simply factory restart

✗ you could’ve just patted him or shook him to get his attention

✗ BUT naw you gon violate him like this ☹️

✗ he was just stressing over peke j too

✗ the little cat sprained one of his paws and chifuyu was so worried

✗ “is he gonna be ok?”

✗ “yes ‘fuyu peke will be just fine”

✗ “but what if it’s broken, I don’t want him to— MM!”

✗ you kissed him and his eyes widened

✗ when you pulled away you could see the dark red spread across his face

✗ “ ‘fuyu look at peke j he’s ok see”

✗ still red faced, chifuyu turned his head to see the little cat in his bed sleeping

✗ “y-yeah ok, I just want to make sure he’s fine..”

✗ “he is ‘fuyu and if he isn’t we can take him to the vet ok?”

✗ “ok”

✗ “now come here you’ve been stressing too much”

✗ you grabbed him and he rested his head on your chest and you started scratching his undercut

✗ “relax ok”

✗ “okok”

✗ p.s. he was still blushing :(((

⌕ DRAKEN

✗ lord him😭

✗ it’s like the man is made of STONE

✗ there’ll be only a few times that he actually voice things

✗ although it’s very rare cause he doesn’t want to burden you with his problems

✗ but at this moment he couldn’t keep quiet because there’s been a gang tailing toman for a couple weeks and he stressed trying to figure out how to get rid of them

✗ “this shit is frustrating..” Draken sighed, running his hand down his face

✗ he was sitting on his bed with a notepad and a pencil in his wondering what to do about the other gang

✗ “Mikey’s frustrated I’m frustrated these bitches won’t get out of our damn business!”

✗ “Ken hold on you need to take a breather”

✗ he just kept ranting ideas and writing them down

✗ basically he was just in his own little stressful world

✗ “KEN!”

✗ no answer

✗ “we didn’t wanna start a petty fight but they’re in our business!”

✗ “DRAKEN?!”

✗ it’s like the man doesn’t even hear you

✗ “or maybe we could— MMP?!”

✗ you kissed him so hard the pencil flew out of his hand

✗ he looked at you with his eyebrows creased but he was kissing you back

✗ when you pulled away you stood up straight

✗ “are you calm now ken? Can you hear me?”

✗ he nodded, still a little out of it

✗ “why did you kiss me?”

✗ “because I was literally calling and yelling at you and you didn’t hear me”

✗ “oh.. my bad baby this is just stressing me out”

✗ you frowned at the irritated state he was in

✗ “then how about I help you yeah? You knowww,, I do have some good ideas sometimes” you smirked

✗ he just laughed at you and shook his head

✗ “come here” he said

✗ you grinned at him then jumped on his bed

✗ he raised his eyebrow at you while smiling

✗ “so, what’s the plan you got beautiful?”

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xxreader-writerxx · 3 years

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Study Buddy (Part 2 I guess)

Fred Weasley x Fem Reader

Warnings: Smut, NSFW, fingering, oral (female receiving), unprotected sex, exposition, and cursing.

Y/N= Your Name L/N= Your Last Name Y/H= Your House

You walk into where you and Fred usually meet, his dorm taking off your jacket still stressed from Hermione’s interrogation. You get shoved against the wall lightly, feeling his warm lips on yours. “Hi Freddie...” You giggle when he finally lets you go. “Hello darling...” He says while playing with your blouse buttons. “Woah woah woah… Where’s the work?” You ask, smiling goofily matching his smile and he moves over to show you his desk. You look at his papers which have close to chicken scratch writing all over it. He massages your hips standing behind you with his chin placed on your shoulder humming as he fights the urge to leave hickeys all over your neck.

“This problem is wrong.” You point out a few and he sighs. “Just the tie then? Or like halfway unbuttoned? Or cuddles?” He asks and you laugh nodding. “Fix the problems and we can cuddle.” You tell him and he nods turning faster than light to his papers. You watch as he bites his lip as he tries to correct them. He finally finishes and you nod smiling. “Perfect.” You tell him, kissing him quickly as you take off your shirt beneath his view. “What’s that for?” He asks, smiling. “You did finish your work. Just rewarding you.” You mumble going in for another kiss as you both lay down. As he wrapped his arms around you falling asleep quickly from his insane day of Quidditch you couldn’t help but remember how it all started.

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I sit eating my favorite meal at the Gryffindor table laughing with my friends, Hermione, Ron, Harry, Lee, and Angelina. I’m in Lee and Angelina’s year but I never really made friends with anyone else in my year. Lee keeps trying to introduce me to the Weasley Twins every now and then but I either choke up last minute or get busy. The Weasley twins are the hottest people, and sadly the most troublesome, in our year. I can tell the two apart from a scar on Fred’s eyebrow but we’ve never truly met. I have classes with both but we haven’t talked. I’m the top of my year and I was always on time for class so me and them never really ran in the same circle. They rather prank and be wild. I love a good prank but I rather study.

I head to potions and the twins have already created havoc. The room was filled with a smoke and I realized it from the smell right away. I cover the bottom of my face with my sleeve running over to the cauldron which has a lot of already sleeping students next to it. I throw a lid on it and use a vacuuming spell to get rid of the leftover smoke quickly. I make a batch of the counter potion and put it in a spray bottle. I walk over to the first few students spraying it on them. I get to the end finally spraying the potion on Professor Snape. Everyone is awake and coughing. I go over to the culprits checking if they're ok. “Hi?” Fred says and I shush him checking for any lung harm. “That was dangerous.” I mumble and he nods rubbing his eyes. “George. George, wake up.” I say shaking the other twin. He pops his head up and looks at me quizzically. “H-How did you know who was who?” He asks, still groggy. “It's fairly obvious.” I mumble still in Healer Mode. “And who are you?” He asks as I move on to the next student. “Y/N L/N” I spit out and they nod. “I can handle this Y/N” Professor Snape instructs and I move so he can handle them.

“Now...” I say turning to the two boys. I slap their heads and they groan, rubbing their heads. “That was an idiotic thing to do. You are lucky I got here in time. If I didn’t that sleeping potion would make your lungs stop working and numbing your body. Let alone the others in the room. You better apologize and I will be writing to your mother.” I start to ramble but get cut off by Fred smirking. “You’re cute when you’re angry.” He says smiling and George nods. “Very kissable.” He agrees and I blush against my will. “Listen flattery won’t get you anywhere. Your mother Molly will be hearing of this.” I say and they whip their heads to see me. “Y-you know our mother?” George says now nervous. “Yes. I visit a lot you two are just too insane to notice.” I spit and they look at each other then me with their eyes squinted. “Oh my god- Y/N?! The no-boobs Y/N?! Well you certainly- Grew.” Fred says and I give him a death stare. “Sorry.” He mumbles and I nod.

I walk over to Snape and check his pulse and everything since he cannot do it himself. I nod curtly stepping away and he fixes his collar. “Good job Y/N/ 150 points to Y/H, 115 points from Gryffindor.” He reports and I nod going to my desk. Instead of my usual partner I get greeted by Fred who is smiling wildly. “Yes?” I ask and he shrugs. “I like this seat.” He explains and I nod.

We finish our class and Professor Snape calls me up. I walk over and he points at Fred. “He and George are falling behind. They have potential but waste their time doing pranks and jokes. Could you help Fred do work? I will give you extra credit. Me and his teachers think you and another girl are the best for the two. Top of your years of course.” He explains and I nod. “Yes sir. I will definitely get on that, no extra credit needed.” I say making him raise an eyebrow. “The joy of teaching of course.” I mumble and he nods questionably.

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A few hours later I’m banging on Freds door. He opens the door only wearing sweats and I cover my face with papers. “Sorry. Thought you were my roommates.” He explains shyly grabbing a shirt off of the ground out of the millions of piles. I look around with my nose scrunched at the mess. “I always love getting that reaction. Helps the ego.” He says looking at the mess before him.

“Anyways...” I say and turn, giving him the books. “Read these. I have noticed your usual reading rate is around 160 pages per minute. But when you like the book it's 300. Try to meet me in the middle. I also noticed you dog ear pages. When you do that its bad for the book. Bookmark. Now what I think we will start off studying potions and finishing that workload. When you finish that we do transfiguration. Then some DADA homework. And-” I stop myself seeing him walk over to his bed reading a pranking magazine. “What are you doing?” I ask and he looks up at me. “Zonkos.” He points out showing me the magazine. “I know that… Why are you reading it?” I ask sitting down moving his legs. “Work.” I point out the books and he nods. “Read em all.” He explains. “What do you mean?” I ask and he laughs. “I read 'em. How do you think me and George make those potions? We know our shit, it's just the work we don’t bother doing.” He explains. I nod grabbing the magazine earning an upset groan. “How bout each workload you finish you get to read an article.” I propose and he groans getting up.

A few minutes later he’s finished and snatches the magazine from me grumpily. I smile reading the work. It's perfect. Some mistakes but it was only the hard stuff. I smile hugging him lightly and I back away quickly realizing I just hugged Fred Weasley. “Sorry.” We both say and chuckle. “Ok. Next piece of work.” I say and he groans, giving me the magazine. “This counts as slavery” He points out and I shake my head laughing. “I did want to say, your laugh is my favorite.” He says and I look at him confused. “Just because I didn’t remember you doesn’t mean I don’t notice you. You aren’t stuck up like most of the smart kids. I always liked that.” He tells me and I blush. “Just do your work you flirt.” I say blushing and he winks grabbing his quill. “Only flirt with the pretty ones.” He says and I blush more.

He finishes all his work after about two hours the whole time we joked around and laughed. I get up to leave but he stops me smiling. “Want to stay a little longer?” He asks and I kiss his cheek sweetly. “Gotta study myself.” I say and see he’s now blushing. “You studied this entire time.” He tells me and I laugh. “I have advanced classes, always gotta study.” I explain and he nods his smile only dropping a tiny bit. “Maybe later.” He says with a wink. I walk out blushing and sit next to Hermione who laughs at my state.

***Fred POV***

I walk over to Ron with George. We grab his collar from behind lifting him up and bringing him into a nearby storage closet as he yells. “WHAT THE BLOODY HELL!” He yells at us and we look at him annoyed. “OH GODRIC- MIONEEEE- L/N- SOMEONE BLOODY HELP ME THESE TWO ARE GOING TO HURT ME I KNOW THE LOOK!” He yells banging on the door. We grab his collar again earning a shriek. “CALM DOWN I JUST HAVE QUESTIONS ABOUT Y/N YOU TWIT!” I yell over his screams and he looks at me confused. “Y/N? What about her? She came over last christmas.” He explains and we look at each other slapping each other’s arm. “Why the hell do we not remember?!” We ask each other and he shrugs. “Fred was snogging some girl and George was drunk and high.” He explains and we look at each other annoyed.

“So what are your questions?” He asks and we nod. “We need the insider information. The pretty girl that he’s been drooling over is actually Y/N. She’s tutoring Freddie Boy and he’s got a crush.” George explains and I blush hitting his arm. “Do not.” I say and he scoffs.

“Do too.”

“Do not!”

“Do too!”

We start shoving each other and Ron stops us. “What the hell do you want to know?!” He asks and I nod. “Stuff like her favorite flower, favorite food, favorite everything.” He asks and I nod. “Well- She likes Blue Irises, but she’s allergic. Her second favorite is roses, she loves when guys know the meaning behind them too. I remember you read up on them so go with that. She doesn’t have a favorite food but if you want to be alone with her she’s always in the library after dinner. Tell her you wanted some extra study time or something.” He explains and we look at him skeptically. “Why are you telling us this?” I ask and he opens the door a little and points at a table in the Great Hall. “Malfoy’s making moves on her. I much rather Fred than him.” He explains. I watch as she giggles with Malfoy smiling besides her. “He’s probably just trying to use her. She’s hot as hell and smart too.” Ron admits and we nod.

“Well that isn’t happening.” I say and conjure a bouquet of light pink, peach, and coral roses. I walk over to her table and hold them up for her. She looks at them putting a hand to her chest. “Oh my god Fred what are these?” She asks, smiling and I smile back warmly. “I just wanted to say thank you for helping me with my school work.” I explain and she smells them smiling. “So the pink is for how sweet you are for helping me. Then the orange means appreciation because I really do appreciate it. And finally coral means friendship.” I say lying on the last part. She chuckles taking the coral one and smelling it. “Coral actually means desire but this was so sweet!” She says hugging me tightly. I smile at the short girl trying her best to wrap her arms around me and look at Malfoy as he sneers at me. “So Draco… As I said I’m now tutoring Fred, and have been for bout a week, so sadly I can’t tutor you. But maybe when his grades get up I’ll help with yours.” She explains and quickly kisses his cheek. I feel as if I just got a bludger to the chest and I keep my composure.

***Y/N’s POV**

I’m studying inside the library when I hear scuffling at the doors. I walk over to see Fred fighting Ron and George as they shove him into the library. I laugh quietly watching as they shove him inside. I can’t make out what they’re saying but they finally get him inside. They talk for a few seconds and Ron grabs his shoulders then slaps him a few times. He stands up nodding and they leave. He tries running out but they shove him back inside and I laugh a little louder. It gets his attention and he fights them harder making me feel a little upset. I walk over as he fights them and tap his shoulder. “If you’re afraid of me you can just say that.” I tell him and he looks down at me blushing. “N-no no no. I just don’t want to be studying but they’re forcing me.” He explains and I nod.

“Want to study with me? The library’s a little stuffy so I was just about to head to my dorm. If you’d like I would love it if you’d join me.” I ask shyly and he looks down at me smiling. “Well… Don’t want you to be lonely...” He says and I laugh holding my hand out. I drag him to my dorm sitting on my bed.

After some time of studying I catch myself looking up at him even though his back is turned to me he’s hypnotizing. I watch his strong arms move from one book to another or how he would lean his head back all the way. I rub my thighs together lightly as I try to take my mind off of it but I soon realize I have a mirror right in front of him. He spins around in his chair looking at me with a smirk. “Watcha doin?” He asks and I shrug acting innocent. He nods turning around chuckling.

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A few days later I’m tutoring him in a classroom as he sits at the desk and he finally gets annoyed. He pushes all of his books on the ground getting my attention. I turn and see him walking up to me smiling flirtatiously. “I have been staring at your ass for way too long for that to be allowed.” He says and I blush furiously. “What?” I stutter and he grabs the side of my face kissing me. I give in to the kiss holding the back of his head and he slips his tongue past my lips. I moan lightly at this as he picks me up massaging my ass. He sets me on the desk when he finally retracts his head, placing his forehead to mine. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.” He whispers out of breath. I kiss him again and feel his hands start to undo my polo. I place my hand on his chest and he looks at me worried. “W-we shouldn’t be doing this...” I mumble and he kisses me lightly. “We don’t have to, but I do think we totally should.” He says and I chuckle. I kiss him again and pull away stopping myself. “Godric why do you have to be so hot?” I ask and he shrugs smiling.

“What if...” He starts. He walks over to his desk and taps it. “Each piece of work done. One article of clothing. Then you're still doing your job and we still get to have fun.” He proposes and I chuckle shyly. He picks me up from the front desk placing me on his with my legs on either side. “Well?” He asks again and I bite my lip. “We would be breaking the rules...” I mumble and he laughs as if I said the funniest joke ever. “Like I care. Now. One piece for one piece of clothing?” He asks and I finally give in nodding. He kisses my thigh and I feel it go all the way to my core.

He rubs my thigh absent-mindedly as he works on the paper. He finally gets the first one done and hands it to me as he unbuttons the polo I have on. I check it and place it behind me. “First one done.” I say as if my shirt wasn’t off and he wasn’t eyeing my chest. “One kiss?” He asks and I laugh kissing him. He starts kissing down my neck and I finally stop him, handing him the next piece of work. He gets that done quicker than ever and tries taking off my bra but I stop him. “Underwear last.” I tell him and he nods, kissing my thigh again sending shivers through my entire body. He helps me shimmy off my skirt and throws it on the ground. “Godric you are beautiful.” He mumbles looking at me with a hunger I’ve never seen before.

He finishes another assignment at record speed. “Are you sure darling?” He asks before taking off my bra. “Please.” I mumble and he nods taking it off. He keeps his eyes on my chest making my cheeks turn pink. “Darling… You are gorgeous.” He tells me, kissing me roughly. He massages my chest making me moan. He drags my hips to fall into his lap as I feel contact with my aching clit and his trousers I moan louder into his mouth. “I know darling..” He mumbles as he moves to my chest sucking on my nipple and massaging the other. “Freddie...” I moan as he leaves hickeys on my chest. I remember the work and almost don’t care but making him wait would add so much more fun.

I give it to him sitting back in my place and he groans hitting his head on the desk lightly. “You are murdering me here.” He mumbles and I chuckle massaging his head lightly. He picks it up, moving his work back on the desk. Every now and then he’d glance at my chest smirking and working harder. He finishes the homework, giving it to me and I read it over slowly. He finally grabs it viciously and slamming it behind me, making me jump. “Darling please take off those horrible panties before I cut them off.” He tells me and I nod quickly. I shuffle them off and he flicks his wand to silence and lock the room.

He tugs my hips to the edge of the desk kissing my inner thigh. He moves to right above where I want him to be kissing it and I whine lightly. “Aw darling… Would you like me to lick your pretty cunt clean?” He asks and I nod furiously as he finally licks all the way from my entrance to my clit and lightly swirls his tongue around it making me moan. He starts eating me out (is it obvious I don’t know how to word it-) and rubbing my clit as I moan his name over and over again. He pulled away right before I was about to come, leaving me to let out a whiney moan. He kisses me lighty and pulls away chuckling. “Sorry I just can’t take the trousers right now.” He mumbles softly. He gets up taking his clothes off and I watch biting my nails lightly.

He kisses me finally and I stop him before he sits down. “I-I’ve never. Ya know...” I mumble and he kisses me. “We don’t have to if you don’t want to.” He tells me and I shake my head. “No I just want to warn you...” I explain and he kisses me softly. “You sure?” He asks and I nod, biting my lip. He sits down and moves me slowly on him. It hurts at first but Fred’s kisses helped me and the pain turned quickly into pleasure. I nod and start moving when he gives me the go-ahead. I feel his hands guide my waist as I go up and down against his dick. He chuckles, kissing me, moving one of my hands that are clutched to his shoulder to my stomach, smirking. “Feel that? I shouldn’t even fit” He chuckles and I nod kissing him roughly. I feel him massage my ass with one hand still guiding me with the other. He moans my name, moving his head back. I feel myself get close as he keeps moving me sucking on my chest. “Freddie ‘m gonna come.” I mumble and he nods kissing my shoulder. “Go on. I want to see your cum spill on my lap.” He mumbles and I nod, continuously going up and down.

I moan out his name loudly when I finally come all over his dick and he lightly praises me. I keep going until I feel him cum inside me and I fall into his arms exhausted. “So… Do I get out of tutoring now?” He jokes and I laugh lightly. “I will not succumb to your seduction.” I mumble and he laughs. I feel his chest rise and fall violently from laughter and I just hum in ecstasy.

We get dressed and he stops me blushing lightly. “Is this… an only one time thing?” He asks and I laugh. “If you think you will take my virginity and it being a one time thing I will hex your cute ass.” I tell him and he smiles pulling me in for a long kiss. We sit down facing each other and I grab my notebook. “Whatcha doin?” He asks and I click my pen. “We need rules” I tell him and he nods.

“Ok so You follow the school rules, I follow yours. You don't, you don't fuck me for a week per rule broken got it?” I ask caressing his cheek as he melts into it smiling goofily. “Yes ma’am...” He mumbles and I write it down. “Let's also make the clothing=work. Not all the time, just when I’m tutoring you.” I tell him and he nods happily. We continue making rules while he rubs my wrist lovingly.

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I get snapped back to reality as Fred is giving me a light backrub to soothe the tension from Hermione’s questioning. “Right there darling...” I mumble and he moves a little to go to where I was pointing. “What were you thinking about?” He asks and I nod as he tries his best to massage my back. I smile at the question and rub his hand. “When we got together four months ago.” I mumble and he chuckles. “That was a many blow and hand jobs ago.” He jokes and I slap his hand laughing. “Can’t believe they still haven’t found out! Like should we tell them already?!” I ask and he laughs shaking his head. “It's funny watching them prod and wonder.” He tells me. I hear the door rattle and George mumble a spell. I jump to the floor and roll underneath his bed quickly. Should I make a part 3 where they get caught? So sorry if its bad

#fred weasley #canon #george weasley #fred and goerge weasley #fred and george #hermione granger #ron weasley #Fears #hogwarts #gryffindor #hufflepuf

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ambivalent-anarchy · 3 years

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Body |Peter's Turn

Part 2 of 2 (Part 1 -> here)

Masterlist

Gender: Female

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Warning: none (suspicions of cheating but no actual cheating lol just a lotta funny miscommunication)

Anon requested- can I get a one shot where the reader does the body positivity trend with the new megan thee stallion song and the reader is insecure about how ppl will react to it?? Most importantly how peter will react to it?? K thanks

A/N- Part 2 cuz I immediately knew what I wanted to do with this the second I got the ask. (Peter's turn)

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When Peter heard that you'd been nervous about showing him your video, he freaked.

He thought he'd done something wrong. That maybe he gave off weird vibes or that he'd said something before that made you think he wouldn't have liked it. Which definitely wasn't true. He liked everything you did.

Well, except that one time you got bangs. He didn't really like the bangs.

Anyway, Peter felt like he needed to show you that he was okay with it all. That he was down with anything you wanted to do or show him.

He looked in the mirror early that morning and decided.

Peter wanted to show what he had to offer.

He looked down at your TikTok "body" video on his phone. He could do something like that, right? He was completely clueless, but he could at least try his best.

He pulled out his phone and texted the one guy he knew could help him out.

PeterParkour🤟: i need u to teach me the lip bitey thingy

PrinceHarry👑: bro what

PrinceHarry👑: ???

PrinceHarry👑: what is that

PeterParkour🤟: like when u make yourself look all cool when u bite your lip

PrinceHarry👑: ...

PrinceHarry👑: oh

PrinceHarry👑: OH

PrinceHarry👑: 😂

PrinceHarry👑: lmao why do u wanna do that???

PeterParkour🤟: im trying to make a video for y/n

PrinceHarry👑: what kind of video 👀

PeterParkour🤟: NOT LIKE THAT

PeterParkour🤟: well actually

PeterParkour🤟: kinda like that

PrinceHarry👑: PETER WHATTTTT

PeterParkour🤟: ill explain later which penthouse are u at tonight?

PrinceHarry👑: the one closest to ur apartment

PeterParkour🤟: ok ill come over

Now, on your end, school was kicking your ass.

You weren't failing, but the amount of make-up work you had was so far through the roof that you might as well be. And the teachers were hellbent on making it the hardest they could.

To put it short, you needed a break.

And the second MJ heard your tired, irritated voice over the phone, she was on her way over with chips, dip, popcorn, and movies. If there was anything to calm you down, it'd be a nice movie.

MJ had gone to your kitchen to make the popcorn and you were laying on your bed finishing up some homework, when you got a phone call from Harry. "Hello?"

"I didn't know you and Pete were sending nudes."

You paused. "What?"

He carried on in a nonchalant tone. "I mean, I never took you guys as the types to do that, but damn, you two really surprised me. Dude's really over here asking for tips and everything-"

You sat up in your bed, alert and highly confused. "Okay," you said, taking a deep breath" ....what, again, the fuck?" Harry continued to ramble but one sharp scolding tone stopped him. "Harry, shut up."

He paused on the other side of the phone and then suddenly his voice came back, extremely hesitant. "...wait, was I not supposed to say anything? Did I just fuck up?" He sighed. "Oops.."

"No, Harry tell me what the hell you're-" BEEP. You looked down and saw that he hung up.

Just then, MJ opened the door, hands full with freshly popped popcorn. "Okay, ready to get the movie started?" She walked to the bed when she noticed that you were practically frozen in your spot. "Um, [Y/N]?"

You looked up with glossy eyes and she immediately knew that something was wrong. "Dude, what happened?"

You frantically shrugged a bit, and then let out a shrill laugh, half confused and half preparing for the worst. "Peter's- um... apparently... sending nudes to...me....Harry... someone?"

"What?"

Peter had finally made it to Harry's penthouse.

"So, nudes?," Harry chirped, very amused as he opened his door.

"What nudes?," Peter asked as he stepped into the living room. "What are you talking about?"

Harry paused. "Wait, what were you talking about?"

Peter only stared back in confusion, leaving Harry to pick through his own confusion fragments of information. He quizzically looked at him. "But-..the texts?"

"Oh!," Peter laughed, moving to sit on the couch. "No, I wanna make one of those thirst trap TikToks for [Y/N], that's all," he explained with a shrug and a bashful smile. "She made one for me, now I wanna repay the favor."

"Dude!," Harry hissed out. "You should've just said that!"

"Well, how about you just need to stop making assumptions," Peter said with a slight frown, not understanding why his friend was so wound up.

"Well, I had to since you kept being so vague!"

Peter rolled his eyes and started towards the refrigerator, if not to actually get something to drink, getting away from a crazed Harry for two seconds would be enough.

When he sat back down, Harry started to speak again. "So, what did you need me for?"

"Oh," Peter mumbled, shifting in his seat. "Well, you know how to do that sort of... stuff, right?"

"You mean looking like a fuckboy?," Harry snickered. "Yeah I'd say that's well within my reservoir."

Peter gave his typical bashful look. "So... teach me your fuckboy ways?"

Harry grinned. "Peter. You have no idea how long I've been waiting to hear you say that."

You held your phone in your handle, looking at Peter's contact number hesitantly.

"Just text him," MJ said with an eyeroll.

"But what if it's nothing?! I don't wanna be the crazy girlfriend!"

"But what if it's something?," MJ added. "Cuz if you put it off now, and it actually ends up being something, you'll be even more miserable than you would be if you just found out now."

You took a long breath and nodded. "Okay then I'll text him."

"But if it is nothing, you'll look pretty stupid jumping to conclusions like that."

You sighed. "So, no?"

"But then if it's something-" she continued, getting deeper underneath your skin with each word. "-you'll look even more stupid because you could've found out sooner and you didn't."

Finally quieting down from her rambling, MJ noticed you glaring at her. You sighed.

"So...do I or do I not text him?"

"Oh nah, dude. I mean, I wouldn't. After all, I'm not saying that I think it's something," she said with a shrug. "I'm just saying on the off-chance that it is, you'd be in bad shape."

"Okay can we please stop playing devil's advocate with my life?!"

"You know I love watching you squirm [Y/N]." "Anyway, I'm sure Peter's not cheating. The boys were probably just doing something dumb and Harry just explained horribly."

You bit your lip. "You sure?"

She shrugged. "Pretty sure."

"Okay, now lower the camera just a little," Harry instructed. "You gotta show the v-line, but still leave enough for imagination."

Peter dropped his arm and his posture and shot Harry an incredulous glare. "Harry, if you focused this much in school I wouldn't have to tutor you."

Harry rolled his eyes. "Whatever. Just keep going."

This was the third picture taken and though it was out of his element, Peter strangely felt very confident with what he was doing. He never saw himself as ugly, but he certainly never saw himself as hot either. Not like Harry. But looking at himself now, with Harry's corny chain necklaces on and his hair scruffed up in a way he's not used to, he knew one thing for certain.

He looked good.

"Okay," Harry said. "Now the last one, actually needs to be some dumb picture someone took of you in your gallery."

Peter frowned. "Huh? But I'm on a roll here."

"Yeah but the whole point is that all of these pictures weren't supposed to be taken directly beforehand," he pointed out. "Since you're breaking that rule, you gotta throw in a cute dumb one to throw off your scent." He smirked. "Also, you gotta show the ladies and gents that you have a softer, funnier side."

Peter stared for a moment. "..why do you have this down to a science?"

"Says the science geek?," Harry retorted.

Peter spent the night at Harry's and they drove to school early in the morning. He was glad that it was Tuesday because your schedules made it so that you'd both have lunch together every other day.

"You sure she'll like it?," he asked Harry as they walked down the halls before lunch.

Harry rolled his eyes with a laugh. "You know, she asked me the exact same thing for you when she made her video?"

Peter nodded quietly, still feeling a bit down about you feeling bad about showing him that video. "Yeah, I know."

"Jesus," Harry laughed. "You insecure little dweebs are made for each other!"

"I'm gonna take that as a compliment..."

"As you should," Harry said with a shrug, as nonchalant as ever.

The two boys walked into the lunchroom and to the table they knew best. You and MJ were already there.

Peter could tell just by the look on your face that something was wrong. "Hey," he greeted cautiously. "Is everything okay?"

MJ glared at him and he looked to Harry, whose clueless face was not helping.

Finally, you looked up and sighed. "Pete, be honest. Are you cheating on me?"

What.

"What?!"

You examined the utter shock and terror in his face. It didn't look fake. He looked saddened and scared as he began to ramble. "No no! I would never! What even made you think-!"

His eyes caught yours as you looked over towards Harry sittting next to him. Peter turned toward Harry and then looked back to you in confusion. "Wait, you think I cheated on you with HARRY?"

MJ bursts out laughing next you. "Jesus..."

Harry scoffed. "Well don't sound so excited Peter, jeez."

You let out a small chuckle but kept your eyes on Peter. "It's just... Harry called me and...said something about nudes and-"

Peter's face grew even more contorted with bafflement. "Nudes?!"

Harry hit his forehead, finally understanding what was happening. "Ooooooooh, me and my big mouth..."

All eyes turned towards him. "What, Harry?"

He sighed. "This is all just a big mix-up." Harry nudged Peter. "Just show her the thing dude."

"What thing?," MJ asked.

Peter fished through his pockets. "Okay," he mumbled, a bit shaken up by what happened. He took his phone out and handed it to you. "Here."

You looked up and saw Peter looking down at you, waiting for your reaction.

"So, this is what you were doing yesterday?"

He nodded.

You blew out a long breath of relief. "You're not cheating."

"God no, babe, I'd never cheat on you," he cooed, stepping over towards your seat. "I know you were really nervous when you showed me yours, and so... I thought I should repay the favor."

He didn't even have time to breathe before you were on him, wasting no time in bringing your lips to his. He kissed you back, mildly aware of the people in the lunchroom around the two of you, but he still didn't care.

Peter pulled away with a smitten smile until he noticed blood on his lip. He wiped it away with his hand and frowned when he realized it was not his own.

You almost asked what was wrong when you noticed him looking at you strangely, but MJ beat you to the punch.

"Dude, you have a bloody nose!"

You gasped, picking up a napkin from the table.

Harry laughed. "Did you really just get a horny nosebleed?"

"Horny nosebleed?," MJ snickered.

"That's not a thing," you scoffed. "...is it?"

"It actually is," Peter corrected, blushing profusely and rubbing his neck. "Just glad to know you thought the video was hot."

"It was really hot," you gushed.

Peter grinned and pulled you close. "Aww babe."

MJ rolled her eyes. "Okay lovebirds, get a room."

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Lol I know this was pretty trash but I was just trying to get to sleep while I was finishing this

Tagging: @allegra-writes, @allegra-soleil, @yumings , @hey-its-grey , @spideyyeet , @sunkissedspidey , @tommyunderoos , @chaoticpete , @sovereignparker , @thesherlockianavenger , @bubblebucky , @eridanuswave , @ithoughtthiswastwitterbutfr , @kidney9-9 , @gwenvrse, @the-weird-bisexual, @kelieah

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ratboyray · 3 years

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So I have a little note in one of my folders in my notes app (because my life would not be as together as it is without that app fr) and it is full of questions I have for you and things I want to share with you so I will go through them one by one because I always end up rambling. uhhh soooo wait... b-bro... you help out with marathons too? 🥺 idk I just saw that you mentioned something about that in a post from months ago but hecking superb my friend. There are a lot of races of all sorts around where I live and my coaches are super involved in the community so the xc/track team is always encouraged to help out... some of the races we assist with are tradition now. but a lot of them got cancelled so :(( but we still got to set up our aid station in the fall for this one ultra marathon and that was wicked cool. I’ve never ran a marathon but I think in college, since I won’t be running for the school, I’ll focus more on long distance stuff and maybe even some biathlons and triathlons who knows? I’m looking forward to the freedom of not following a team/coach’s training plan tbh I’ve been running track and field (outdoor) since I was three and cross country since I was 8. and tbh I’m kinda tired of competing. I’ve won my medals and set my records and yadda yadda i think it’s time to take a step back. I still love running ofc but I’m going about it differently. It’s kinda sad for me actually because up until this year I thought I would run in college and back in 8th-9th grade i was on course for a lot of great things but kinda fell apart my sophomore year... idk my times are much slower than before but I think I enjoy it more. My friends and teammates and family like me better like this and I’m like “okay guess I was too much like king of the court stick up his butt kageyama back then” but now I have fallen from grace and so has my pride and losing my “talent” kinda made me regrow my love of running from square one. long story short I kin oikawa that’s all you need to know whoopsies I did indeed ramble. Oh oh oh and to answer your question I like spring track the most. It’s outside, I get to wear my favorite spikes, I love the track (not our school’s tho our school’s track is trash). The indoor tracks’ turns are so tight it’s not great on my knees and hips and the air in the indoor stadium is suffocating. But cross country is growing on me I used to hate it but now it’s kind of like the embodiment of freedom in running. Probably because I haven’t been able to run on a track much in the past year and my runs are just getting longer and longer hence my appreciation for 3 miles/5 kilometers over the shorter distances on the track. hbu?? Ok it’s very late and I need to do never ending AP lit homework (but I’m caught up now so woot woot). Good luck with school and all your scholarships bro I believe in you!

bye I am currently busting an uwu abt your notes pls🤧🤧🥺 and !!! helping at marathons has gotta be one of the best parts of any season, especially during xc there’s this one that we’ll pack the like goodie bags that the runners get with after-race food and everything, and then on the day of the race we get up wicked early and direct traffic in the parking lot. I also love helping at the water stations jkfjkdj idk marathon days are some of my best memories with my team uwuwuu (i’m very sad we didn’t get to do any this year) and I just love seeing all the absolute badasses that like?run that much?? likw wow and bro!! bi/triathlons are metal asf like that’s mad impressive ,. and ! it’s really great to hear that you’re like doing running your own way, and that you’ll enjoy it more. I’ll always love how personal running is, and appreciating your runs no matter the speed is just. the dream (i’m still working on that one a little bit, especially during indoor😻) and ooh spring track is so elite imo😼😼 my favorite race ever is the 4x1 and we have several meets at our track and before practice starts we lay on like the warm turf and hrgrhgh there’s something about an outdoor 200 that just is so satisfying and yeah hfjjfjjd and ofc thank you so much for the ask bro uwuuwu 🥺🥳🥳

#when i’m friends with two whole oikawa kinnies what did I do in my past life😔😔#im playinhim playing I can’t say shit I kin kags🥴#also I feel like after college when i’m done competing I want to get into lifting? i always like lifting during practice but i’ve never had #the time to really like. see what I can do #or who knows maybe i’ll enjoy long distance at that point but I doubt it el oh el #okay ray stop making thr tags longer than the post jfjjdjj #rei out here making my day as always😻😽#badger type beat😽✨#ripping ask #long post

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kuroosdumbslut · 4 years

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Kaminari, Sero, Bakugou, and Kirishima with an s/o who had to drop out of college

~Aged up~ One hundred percent self indulgent due to the fact i dropped out of college for my own mental health

Kaminari:

Ok so Kaminari is actually the one to being it up first, and for good reason

While he’s already secured a job as a pro hero, you decided to go to college! at the time, it was the logical choice in your mind, but then denki was coming home to you in tears, or very close to tears, due to your class load

obviously the state of the world didn't help with your stress levels and he was so concerned for you

the last straw was when you had a full mental breakdown and just spewed everything weighing down on you, and it broke his heart to see you in such emotional pain

“Baby, sweetheart, you don’t have to go to college. Obviously I’m not going to force you to quit or anything but you're in so much distress...I make enough for like 5 of us, babydoll, if finances are weighing down on your mind!”

he's very sweet, but he's gonna ramble a little, trying his best to calm you down and comfort you at the same time

when you do finally make the decision to drop out, the moment you pressed the withdrawal button, it felt like a ton of weight just disintegrated off of you

kaminari was glad to see you not as stressed almost as soon as you finalized everything

“there you go, baby... always choose your health and happiness over everything, okay?”

he's really encouraging to you and will gladly give you love and affection when you get down and berate yourself for dropping out

Sero:

sero was pretty perspective of how you were feeling, and he could sense that you had an unhealthy amount of stress built up

he wanted to talk to you about possibly cutting back on classes or seeing if he could help you in some way, but it was a bit to late

he had been relaxing on the couch after work, you were in your office getting work done for your classes, but sero was up in a split second when he heard you scream in frustration and then sob

he ran in your office to find you balled up and sobbing, textbooks and note pages strewn all across the room

“Mi amour, come here baby, come here...” he held you close and let you cry into his shirt as he gently rubbed your back

“it’s so frustrating!! I can’t figure it out and I’m so overwhelmed the entire time I’m doing work... I hate it, I fucking hate school...”

it hurt him to see how much school broke you down, but he just sat with you and listened to you rant

“Sero...would you be mad at me if I dropped out? Maybe not forever but for right now?” sero straightened up and pulled yu even closer, pressing a flurry of kisses all over your face and the top of your head

“My love, I’d never get upset at you for that... hell, I don’t blame you for wanting to drop out. I mean, I just went straight out of U.A. and into pro hero work. If you need to, then just drop out. You gotta put yourself first!”

he was right there with you when you withdrew and dropped out too, holding your hand when you started getting shaky and second guessing yourself and was there cuddling you when you decided to take a nap

if you decide to get a part time job? he’s supportive. you want to take some time off from doing anything and just exist for a bit? he’s supportive.

he just wants you to be as happy as possibly <3

Bakugou:

bakugou first notices how stressed you were by the way you were constantly putting homework and classwork before anything else

“I’ll get food later, I have to get this thing in...” “I’ll come to bed in a bit, I have to do this paper...”

He knew you were working hard to just power through this semester, but he could see how much you were neglecting yourself and never giving yourself time to relax... and he could tell you were close to your breaking point

He’s gonna sit down and talk with you before you have a full breakdown

“Hey, babe, I need you for a second.” if you don’t come to him right away, he’s gonna carry you away from your work station and make you sit with him on the couch

“You’re overworking yourself, dumbass. You hardly do anything except school work. Are you okay?” While he knew you were extremely stressed, he didn’t expect you to start tearing up

bakugou frowned, brows pulled together in concern as he scooted closer to you and held you to him. you were shaking, seemingly trying to hold back from fully sobbing

“Hey...baby, look at me...” bakugou, with uncharacteristic gentleness, tilted your head up to look at him and his heart clenched at how sad and exhausted you looked. eyebags, bloodshot eyes from both crying and staring at a screen all day...

“i-i don’t think I can keep up going to school right now...I’m so overwhelmed, Katsuki...” you were quiet, nearly whispering it, but bakugou heard you

“then take some time off...clearly this isn’t working for you. you can’t run yourself into the ground, dumbass. and you aren’t weak for quitting for right now, you’re putting your health first...”

he’s a little awkward and doesn’t exactly know what words to use to reassure you, but it helps regardless

he can see how much stress was released when you finally dropped out and was lowkey heartbroken that you were holding that much stress over school

Kirishima:

he loves you so much, but theres a chance he doesn’t immediately notice your stress due to him trying to go above and beyond at work

he had come home pretty late, probably around 2am. patrol ran late that night and he fully expected you to be fast asleep, so he was surprised to hear you call out to greet him

“welcome home Eiji! I’m in the office!!”

kirishima wandered into the home office and found you attempting to finish an essay. youre eyes were bloodshot and you looked absolutely exhausted

“pebble, you’re up pretty late...maybe you should stop for the night and come to bed with me” he watched as your eyes widened

you frantically explained how much work you had due and how you didn’t have time to take a break, you had to get it in now! you explained the amount of work the professors had assigned and how they were expecting more just because its all online for now

kirishima agreed with you that it was way too much work, picking you up in his arms and carrying you to the bedroom to get you away from the thing thats stressing you out the most

once in the room, you finally broke out in tears. “Eiji, im so exhausted... I just wanna drop out and not deal with it right now, im just getting depressed-”

kirishima wrapped you up in a tight hug, giving you small kisses all over your face “then just drop out for now... you shouldnt be forcing yourself to power through school while youre clearly not mentally okay right now.”

you teared up more but nodded, holding him tightly as you fell asleep with him

the next day you officially dropped out and kirishima could visibily see you let go of stress, slumping in your chair with watery eyes

he knew you would be hard on yourself, but he was glad you admitted that it was too much and decided to take a break from schooling, and he’d be there for you when you tried to beat yourself up over “giving up”

in turn, kirishima also cut back how much extra he was doing as well 😌 he became more aware of both your stress and his own

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sloanerisette · 3 years

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Jyoumi Challenge Day #3: Cooking

This one is a little simpler, but today and tomorrow’s prompts are meant more to be the cute little ways the two think of the other within their new relationship and how to show them how they care. Hope you enjoy!

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“Mama, where’s the umeboshi?” Mimi called out from the kitchen, all sorts of equipment and ingredients strewn about two counter tops.

“The umeboshi?” Satoe Tachikawa asked, popping her head through the doorway to see her daughter hard at work, the sight causing her to giggle softly. “Mimi, what’re you doing?” she asked, now stepping into the kitchen.

“Making a bento box, mama!” she said simply, peering through the fridge, brows furrowed and mouth scrunched up before she finally found what she was looking for, the wide smile quickly popping back on her face.

“I can see that, but what for? Tomorrow is Sunday— and I’ve never even seen you make something so elaborate!”

Mimi rolled her eyes playfully, still smiling, as she turned her head to look towards her mother, “It’s not for me!” she chirped happily, her mother quirking an eyebrow in confusion.

“What’s the special occasion then, sweetie?”

That one simple question let the floodgates open, as Mimi turned to look at her mother with an expression radiating nothing other than glee and confidence.

“For Joe!”

“Oh, I should have figured young love had something to do with this,” Satoe teased, and Mimi nodded.

“Mhm! He’s been spending so much time at cram school lately and I know its all been stressful for him, so I wanted to make a little special lunch to help out.”

Mimi knew Joe had gone through a lot— she still remembered last year just how stressed he had been over his entrance exams— and he was still putting in 110% to get into the best school he could one day. He deserved a treat every so often (everyday, if you asked Mimi), and even if she hadn’t usually been the type to do these things, she figured there was no time like the present, and she couldn’t wait to see Joe’s face when he walked out of cram school to see her there with the cutest little bento box.

“Oh, that’s so sweet! He’s lucky to have as amazing a girlfriend as you,” she said, “Do you want me to help you out at all?” her mother asked, and Mimi quickly shook her head.

“I appreciate it, mama, but don’t worry! A girl’s gotta learn on her own! Plus, I think I’m getting the hang of this already!”

Mostly, at least. Thankfully there had been plenty of leftovers from the night before so she didn’t have to get too deep into the cooking process, and what little there was she knew she’d be able to handle with ease.

“Well, you should make sure to hurry so you can get there before he ends up leaving!”

“Don’t worry, I’m on it! We still have the leftover tuna for the onigiri, and making eggs are easy! It’ll be no sweat!”

Mimi’s brow furrowed together as she looked at all she had set up, and then to the cute little bento that was off to the side. Then she checked the clock on the oven, frowning slightly.

She didn’t have much time, but she sure did have a lot of energy and every intent of finishing this up and getting it to Joe just in time, so she could see that smile on his face and hear how much he loved it.

Satoe watched quietly from the living room, smiling as she watched Mimi work harder than she was sure her daughter ever had in the past, listening to the young girl mutter to herself about doing one thing or another.

Though there was a fair bit of struggling with it, by the time she had gone to make the tamagoyaki, Mimi was starting to feel more comfortable with the process.

“Ok, Mimi… you can do this… this is no trouble for you!” she said to herself quietly in hopes of hyping herself up enough so she wouldn’t fold under pressure.

Tuna mayo onigiri assembled, tamagoyaki made, and she was able to take some leftover pickled vegetables from last night’s dinner, as well as the umeboshi she had gotten, placed gently on top. Last but not least, she had gotten some pickled ginger and nori on some rice to shape into Gomamon’s face.

“Perfect! Oh— wait!” she said, running across the kitchen to pick up the salt and pepper, putting some on the eggs, “Now its perfect, just the way he likes it!”

Her mother padded into the kitchen, looking down at the bento box, “Oh, sweetie, it’s beautiful! And it looks delicious! Someone’s really taking after me!” she said, giving her daughter a quick kiss on the top of her head, Mimi beaming with pride.

“Thanks, mama! Don’t you think he’ll love it?”

“Definitely! And— oh! Is that his little Digimon friend?” she asked as she pointed to the rice, Mimi nodding proudly.

“Yup! I wanted to make it look like Gomamon!”

“Oh that’s so adorable,” Satoe cooed sweetly, before grabbing some napkins and a pair of chopsticks, “Now you better get going! You don’t want to miss him! You know how to get there?” she asked as Mimi got everything together and all set, the young girl nodding.

“Mhm! And don’t worry, I’ll be safe!” she chirped, before speeding out without a second thought or ounce of hesitation.

Joe had just been let out of cram school, feeling exhausted and staring down at the test he had gotten back before leaving. An 81. Better than some of his past scores, but still not good enough. He sighed, how was he going to get into a good college at this rate?

“Jooooooooooe!”

His ears perked up when he heard his name being called, confused considering who the voice was from.

“Mimi…?” he asked himself quietly, before looking up to see Mimi there, unable to stop himself from smiling.

“Mimi!” he called out, starting to run over to her, already feeling the nerves and stress start to dissipate from his body, “What’re you doing here?” he asked, suddenly confused by it all.

“What? Are you not happy to see me?” she asked with a sly grin, relishing in teasing him and laughing as she saw him blush. Soft laughter continued to bubble from her as she watched him shake his head and wave his hands in front of himself, clearly in a tizzy.

“No! No I am! I just wasn’t expecting to see you! But I really am happy to see you! Really! Honest!” he rambled quickly, now stopping in front of her.

“Joe. Joe?”

Finally he stopped, looking down at her, “Y-Yeah?”

“I’m teasing you.”

Joe paused, once again having gone tense before his shoulders finally slumped, a sigh of relief escaping him, as a small smile finally crept onto his face.

“Of course. Yeah, I knew that,” he nodded, Mimi giggling again.

“I had something I wanted to give you,” she told him, before he glanced down at the little box in her her hands.

“You brought me lunch?”

She nodded quickly, “Yes! I know you’ve been stressed out with cram school and all your homework lately, so I wanted to give you a little pick-me-up!”

Warmth spread through Joe’s chest, the boy unable to help but smile at the idea. When she grabbed his hand, his fingers curled around hers, finding comfort and solace there, as she led him over to a bench. With her fingers placed gingerly on his shoulders, she lowered him onto the bench, sitting next to him, and placing the bento box on his lap.

“Bon appetit!” she grinned as he opened it, just as happy as he was when she saw his smile. He turned his head to look at her as he broke his chopsticks apart.

“Is that rice supposed to be Gomamon?” he asked, Mimi nodding quickly as she pointed to it.

“Yup! With pickled red ginger and nori! Isn’t he cute?”

“I think you’ll have to make one of these next time you see him. He’ll probably want to come up with some sort of plan to sell these things,” he chuckled.

“Ooh, that’s a great idea,” she said, “I could make little bento boxes around all the Digimon! Something with fish for Gatomon, and lots of veggies for Palmon!” she said with a gleam in her eye. Joe even noticed such, and as he started to poke away at his food, he couldn’t help but smile as he saw how excited she was.

“I almost feel bad eating Gomamon like this,” he said, plucking up some rice that featured his partner’s red ginger mane, pausing for a moment, before popping it into his mouth, taking his time to chew. “He is pretty tasty, though.”

“You like it? Really?” she asked, and Joe nodded, smiling at her.

“Yeah! It’s really delicious— and that was just the rice so far! You made all of this?” he asked.

“Mhm! Is it that surprising?” she teased, poking him in the arm, and Joe shook his head.

“No, not at all! It’s really great,” he assured her, before picking up the tamagoyaki and taking a bite, “I am surprised you didn’t put maple syrup and cherries on this, though,” he teased her gently, to which she stuck her tongue out at him.

“You just aren’t as experienced a culinarian as I am, sweetie! But don’t worry, one day I’ll teach you all about gourmet food!”

The boy couldn’t help but laugh, albeit feeling a bit nervous at the prospect of such food. “Can’t wait.”

Joe continued to make his way slowly and methodically through the food, Mimi sitting close, watching in awe with each and every little expression of enjoyment on his face. A part of her wanted to cut in, to ask what he thought, or to grab his chopsticks and pick up a few things just because it felt like he ate so slow, but she managed to contain herself, having to sit on her hands as she watched with rapt attention.

Of course, that left Joe blushing a bit, smiling to her every so often as he ate, up until the point he finished, with not a single grain of rice or speck of greens left, Joe setting the chopsticks in the box and putting the lid back on.

“What do you think!?” Mimi asked quickly, unable to hold back just a moment longer.

“It was delicious! Easily one of the best meals I’ve had in a long time,” he said, Mimi tearing up as she grabbed his hand.

“You think? Really? Oh, Joe, you’re so sweet!” she said, pulling him into a hug, resting her head on his chest. The sudden movement left Joe letting out a yelp, nearly dropping the box, before he gathered himself and wrapped an arm around her, patting her gently on the back.

“I’m just being honest, Mimi. It’s great. Thanks so much,” he told her, “That was really nice of you.”

“You don’t need to thank me! I’m happy to do it for you! I’m just glad you liked it. I was so nervous making it because I just wanted it to be absolutely perfect,” she admitted, now looking up at him.

Joe smiled softly, “It was. I think you’re great at this.”

“Really? Well I think that just means I have to keep cooking! And you’ll just have to keep tasting all of my delicious creations!”

The very thought sounded great to Joe, honestly. But before he could say anything, there was one thought that suddenly sprang into his mind.

“…You’ll make sure to wait on any maple syrup and cherries… right?”

Mimi pouted, eyebrows furrowed as she narrowed her eyes at him, before seeing the small smile he had on his face, realizing that, somehow, he had made a joke.

She stood up, giving him an exaggerated wink before she yanked him up and latched onto his arm.

“I guess I’ll just have to work you up to that!”

#jyoumi challenge #jyoumi #digimon #digimon adventure #joe kido #mimi tachikawa #jyou kido #kido jyou #tachikawa mimi

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hippiebuckyharrington · 4 years

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Just that Lucky

This is for the @harringroveweekoflove prompt secret admirer.

Read below or on ao3 (it’s 9K so I’d recommend this) here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/22703350

5. The first one is in his gym locker.

Billy’s early to practice, his English teacher was on the verge of a mental breakdown because of how idiotic her students are and let them out early. He wrenches open his locker and blinks down at the piece of paper sitting on top of the slightly crusty pile of gym shorts at the bottom. He glances around, and then picks it up. It was lying there kinda haphazardly, like it had been shoved through the grate on the front.

Billy unfolds it, feeling unsure.

Billy,

I like the way you chew on a pencil when you focus hard on your homework. Makes me look at your mouth, which then makes me think about your mouth on things that aren't a pencil. That got dirty quick didn't it? Yikes. But you're sitting there, out in public, reading fucking Pride and Prejudice, and chewing on your damn pencil, and I can't focus on anything else. Who let you be so handsome?! It's a crime.

Well, not a crime. But still, I gotta finish this damn assignment, and tell me, how the hell am I supposed to do that with you looking like that? Fucking rude.

Sorry if this is objectifying, my friend says I shouldn't objectify people, regardless of their gender. But you've got a great mouth, and I bet you're understanding every word of that damn novel. I read about two pages and gave up because I didn't understand a single damn word.

I hope you smile at this; you deserve smiles.

Love,

One of what I'm sure are a 100 secret admirers.

Billy just gapes down at the messy handwriting scrawling over the half a page. It's weird and rambling, not quite written like a letter would normally be, but like whoever this is was just writing down literally everything they thought.

Billy reads it again. He was reading Pride and Prejudice during lunch yesterday, sitting in the sunshine on the hood of Carol’s car, while she and Tommy made out in the back of the car. He had a quiz over parts of the book that afternoon. Tons of people had been in the parking lot, eating lunch or smoking and enjoying the sunshine and warmth that's so rare for this time of year in Hawkins. Tons of girls had grinned at him, and flirted as they passed, so it's absolutely impossible to know who wrote the letter.

Billy hears Tommy yelling from out in the gym, and swears softly before shoving the note in his backpack, and changing quickly. He's sitting on the bench, tying his shoes when Harrington and Tommy walk in.

"Yo Hargrove! What's up?" Tommy yells. Billy rolls his eyes. Harrington goes to his locker.

"Hey." He says softly.

"Hi." Billy answers, and hates the way his heart stutters a little. He apologized for beating Steve up, and now they are sort of friends, maybe? It's all confusing, because Billy has maybe just a bit of a crush on Steve.

Billy ties his shoes and goes out to the gym to start warming up for practice.

After practice, and chores and yelling, and all the joys that the Hargrove house offers as after school enrichment, when he's curled in bed, he rereads the note, and smiles a little. It's nice to know that someone thought of him like that.

4. The next one he finds taped to the underside of his desk.

He's having a rough day, he had a rough morning, his back still aching from the bookcase he was shoved into, and he's just tired of everything. He drops into his seat, and drops his head to his desk, waiting for Mr. Peters to start the class. He's not really in the mood for math today. The rest of the class files in around him, getting out their homework, and chatting. Billy digs his out, and thinks it on the desk but it goes fluttering off the desk and under to the neighboring one. He sighs, and smiles a little when the girl next to him picks it up and hands it to him.

"There's something under your desk." She says. Billy moves his feet but sees only cheap linoleum. "No, like taped under it." She says. Billy frowns and feels around, cringing away from the gum, until he finds the paper. He pulls it off, and frowns down at it.

"Thanks." He says to the girl, who nods and goes back to finishing her homework. Billy glances at his name on the folded scrap, and then unfolds it.

It's the same handwriting as the one form the other day, and Billy blinks a little in surprise.

Billy,

I walked by the gym the other day, and just about died. Your class was apparently lifting weights? I didn't even know we had a weight room! So, I guess I walked by the weight room and not the gym. Anyway, you were lying on the weight bench, pressing so much my mouth went dry. Holy shit. Your arms have no business looking that good. How much were you pressing there, babe? It looked like a lot. I bet it was a lot. God. It's unfair. How can you look so good all the time? How is it that you sweaty and grunting is such a turn on? Actually, I just read that and I get it now. That makes tons of sense. Never mind.

You didn't see me watching, gaping like a fish. I'm glad of that, because that would have been super awkward.

I realize that I'm objectifying you again, but it's not creepy. At least it's not supposed to be.

I have nightmares, I can't sleep through the night, not for almost a year now. I won't bore you with the details, but watching those impressive arms of yours, I realized something. I realized that I'd feel really safe with you holding me in those muscly arms of yours. Bet I'd actually sleep through the night if you held me. Hell, even if you were in the bed with me, I bet I'd sleep just fine. I'm so tired, this doesn't make any sense. Sorry.

I want to fall asleep in your arms, I want to feel safe again.

Love,

Probably your most depressing secret admirer.

Billy just stares down at this letter. His heart aches for whoever this is. He wonders how tall they are, would they fit well in his arms? He assumes they would, and wouldn't mind holding someone as they slept, helping them finally catch the rest they so obviously need.

Billy tucks the letter in his notebook and tries to focus on the class. He had weights yesterday, so he wonders how long the note has been sitting there. And he wonders all through the lesson, if the writer got any more sleep last night.

He wonders all through the rest of the day, glancing at all the girls to see who's looking especially tired today. He watches a fair amount of the guys too; girls are normally more flowery in their writing than this person is. And not that he's out or anything, but he's gay, so he hopes it's a guy.

Billy heads to lunch, scowling out the windows. It's snowing, because of course it is. He's not watching where he's going so he collides with someone, and drops his bag and his lunch, papers and his sandwich scattering everywhere.

"Oh fuck. Sorry, sorry I'm sorry." Steve says and crouches to start gathering the papers. He's grateful the letter is tucked away in his pocket and not among the notes and homework scattered around the hall.

"Relax, Harrington." Billy says, and bends to pick his things up too. He glances at Steve and then just stares. Steve looks exhausted, dark circles under his eyes, and tiredness tugging his mouth into a frown.

"You ok?" Billy asks. Steve nods and shoves his papers back at him.

"I wouldn't eat that sandwich. Can I buy you lunch?" Steve asks. Billy blinks.

"You don't have to Harrington, really, it's ok." Billy says. Steve sighs, and digs in his pocket, handing Billy a five.

"Just take it ok. Sorry to ruin your lunch."

"Jesus Harrington. What's wrong?" Billy asks.

"Nothing. I was up late last night." Steve says, and then walks away, hands shoved in his pockets and head down. Billy stares down the hall after him, wondering why Steve looks so rough. Maybe he and the rumor of the week had a fight. He remembers the letter, but dismisses the thought that it’s Steve, because Billy’s not that lucky.

Billy stare’s after the retreating man, and wishes, not for the first time, that he could pull Steve close and tell him everything will be ok.

3. The third one Max actually hands him.

He's waiting at the arcade for her and her friends to be done. He’s bored, so he's sitting in his car, working on his math homework and smoking. A car pulls in next to him, and he glances over, smiling a little when he recognizes Steve’s BMW. Steve leans over and puts down his passenger side window, and nods a little at Billy.

"Hey." He says, and he looks better than he did last week, less exhausted.

"Heya pretty boy." Billy teases. Steve grins a little, and flushes slightly.

"Waiting for Max?" Steve asks. Billy nods, scribbling down an answer.

"Here for Dustin?" Billy asks.

"And Will and Mike, and Lucas, and probably El." Steve says, and grins a little.

"Damn Harrington."

"I offered." Steve says, with a shrug. "Hey, can I bum a cigarette?" Steve asks. Billy nods, grabs one out of his pack and stretches to hand it over, then holds out his Zippo. He glances up from the problem he was working on when Steve doesn't take it. Instead, Steve puts the cigarette between his lips, and leans over, raising an eyebrow.

Billy blinks, and his mouth goes dry. He flips the Zippo open, and flicks it so the flame dances. His eyes are riveted to Steve's lips as they purse around the cigarette as he leans over to light it. They must look ridiculous, Billy leaning nearly all the way out of his car to reach, and Steve is leaning so far over the gearshift it's digging into his side. But Billy is enraptured with the flickering light playing on Steve’s face. Steve gets the cigarette lit and they both lean back into their seats.

He takes a deep pull off the cigarette.

"Thanks." He says, voice a little rough. Billy just nods, and turns back to his homework because he can't handle what just happened. It's quiet for a while, and then Billy reaches over and dumps the five dollars from the other day in Steve's window.

"You didn't spend it?" Steve sounds surprised. Billy shrugs. "You should have, I ruined your lunch." Steve says.

"I don't need it, I stole Carols fries, and Tommy had already bought me a burger." Billy says. The fries’ bit is true, the burger isn’t. But Steve hadn't been in the cafeteria so it didn't matter.

"Oh. Well, I'm still sorry." Steve whispers. Billy laughs.

"It's fine Harrington. Shit happens. I'm not mad. You act like I'm gonna hit you. I told you, October was a bad night for me, I'm really sorry for what happened, it won’t ever happen again." Billy says, frowning.

"I don't think you're gonna hit me. I just feel bad." Steve says. Billy laughs.

"Don’t, it's fine, really." Billy says, and finishes his homework, shoving it back in his backpack.

They sit in silence for a moment, Steve finishing his cigarette, Billy trying not to stare too openly. The arcade bursts open and the kids come running out. The boys and El all pile into Steve's car, talking excitedly to him. Max slides into the front seat of the Camaro and hands Billy a folded piece of paper.

"It was under the wiper." She says. Billy glances at it, and opens it up. Max is leaning around him to yell at her friends and Steve, a conversation he tunes out.

Bills,

You had your arm around Carol today. You guys were walking in from the parking lot, I was standing inside waiting for my friend, and I saw you tuck her up against your side. I know better than anyone that she's dating Tommy, but it still made my heart ache. I want to be the one under your arm. I know it was cold, and she is a bitch about the cold, always has been, but I hated seeing her there. I want to be who you pull close walking in to the school. I want to feel the warmth and weight of your arm around my shoulders as we walk.

But I'm not like Carol. In a lot of ways, but I'm also taller than you. So maybe I should say I want to tuck you under my arm.

I'm not writing this to be mad or anything, I'm just a little jealous. Because I really like you, and I really care about you. But I don't think that you feel the same way, I don't think you long for me the way I long for you. And that's ok, baby, really it is.

That's why I don't sign these letters, why I try to avoid you, because I want to be the one you love so bad, I'm afraid if you look at me for too long, you're gonna see it in my eyes. And that if you see it you'll hate me.

But I like to think that when you read these, you can picture them coming from whatever girl has caught your eye, and that they make you a little happy.

I just want to make you happy.

Love,

Your secret admirer that pines the most.

Billy actually aches reading the words, more than he has reading the others. Whoever wrote them was right, Carol had been bitching about the cold, and he'd jokingly pulled her close. He hadn't seen anyone watching them, but he hates that he caused them any sort of pain. That's never what he wants, contrary to what people think.

Billy folds the letter, tucks it in his pocket. He'll reread it again at home. It's what he does every night, rereads each letter, touching his fingers gently to the words, wondering at the person who wrote them.

Billy glances over at Steve, the kids are still shouting at each other, not angry shouting, just having a yelled conversation. But Steve is staring at Billy. When Billy meets his eyes, he flushes inexplicably, and suddenly yells at the kids to get their seatbelts on.

"Is that another one?" Max asks, watching Steve's car tear out of the parking lot.

"Yeah." He says. Max knows, because they are close, and she found a note. She didn't read the one she found in his jacket pocket, but she asked. Billy had explained and they had spent nearly an hour trying to figure out who wrote the letters.

"Any idea who it is?" She asks.

"Nope, not a clue." Billy says, and heads home.

He gets in a fight with his dad later, and lies down on his bed, crying quietly, holding his ribs.

Max creeps in after their parents go to bed, and offers an ice pack. She lies on his bed with him, head on his shoulder. She wordlessly hands him the little stack of letters, and closes her eyes and goes to sleep while he rereads them. They make him feel better, warm and lighter.

2. The next letter somehow winds up in the pocket of his jeans.

He's not sure how. Well, that's not true. It had to have happened during basketball practice, that was the only time all day he was out of his jeans. But he didn't find it until it fluttered out of his pocket that night.

He squashes the little flicker of hope he gets when he realizes it was placed during basketball practice, because there were no girls around at practice. Which means two things. The most likely is that one of the guys planted it for the girl who is writing, and that the first one he found in the locker room was planted by the same friend or she snuck in.

The option Billy hopes for, quietly and to himself, is that some guy on the team is the secret admirer. He hopes its Steve. He knows that it’s not, he knows that. But God, Billy wants it to be, so so badly.

He picks this note up, and is unfolding it when the phone rings. He leaps up and answers it, before his dad can yell.

"Hello?" He says.

"Oh wow. Didn't think you'd answer. I prepared a whole speech if someone who wasn't you answered and I had to ask for you." Steve is rambling. Billy can't believe it. Steve is calling him? Him?!

"Harrington?" He asks.

"Yeah. Hi." Steve says breathlessly.

"Who's on the phone?" Neil barks from around the corner to the living room., pausing his argument with Susan, to yell at Billy.

"A friend, we have a school project, I told him not to call after 5." Billy says quickly.

"Him?!" Neil cries. Billy winces, and is glad Neil can't see him.

"Yeah, uh the teacher paired us; our last names are next to each other in the alphabet. I didn't get to pick. And he's dating Nancy Wheeler." Billy calls.

"No, I'm not." Steve says, sounding confused. Billy closes his eyes.

"Oh, well he's not allowed over here. And you have fifteen minutes. This can be done during school hours." Neil snaps, and then goes back to the argument.

"Yes sir." Billy calls and then turns away from the living room.

"Why are you calling?" Billy snaps, low and nervous.

"Um… I just wanted to talk." Steve says. Billy frowns.

"You want to what? Harrington, we don't do this. You can't call here." Billy snaps.

"Well, I just… I thought…." Steve stutters. Billy sighs.

"Out with it. Why did you actually call?" Billy asks, softly. Neil doesn't get mad at the soft voice, because he hates being disrupted, he prefers Billy silent or whispering.

"Uh, Jonathan, Nancy and I are all going to drive over to Roan tomorrow and go to their movie theater and then grab pizza. Do... Do you want to come?" Billy blinks. Blinks again. And still can't believe what he heard.

"Like a date?" He whispers, and worries Steve doesn't hear him.

"No, God no. Ha-ha, I just don't want to third wheel with them. And we are friends, right? So, I thought we could spend some time together outside of basketball or class. Sorry, this was stupid. Sorry." Steve whispers.

"No… uh… I'll come." Billy says.

"Really?!"

"Yes. But I really have to go now." Billy says, and then hangs up. He takes a deep breath and goes into his room, and waits a few minutes.

He takes another deep breath and goes out to grab a glass of water from the kitchen. He stops in the living room. Neil and Susan are glaring at each other, Susan looking tired.

"Excuse me." He says. Susan immediately straightens and turns to look at him, smiling. Neil scowls, and glares at him.

"Uh, I have a date tomorrow, is it ok if I go?" He asks. Susan grins.

"Of course, Billy, tomorrow's Friday, go have fun. I'll pick Max up from school" She says.

"Who's the date with?" Neil demands.

"Heather Holloway, we are going to go bowling and then to dinner after school. And then maybe to her parents’ house, they want me to come to game night." Billy lies smoothly. Heather is cool and if he tells her tomorrow, she'll cover for him.

"Curfew is at 11." Is all Neil says. Billy nods and then goes to his room and quietly shuts the door, wincing when the argument in the living room picks up again.

The note is still sitting on his bed. He sits down and unfolds it, smiling a little.

Bills,

I am currently third wheeling with my friends right now. We are at my place, watching a movie. They are curled together under a blanket (don't be gross nothing is happening aside from cuddles). But they look so content, I think she's gonna fall asleep on him. I wish you were here.

I wish we were curled under a blanket. I want your head on my chest, I want to comb my fingers through your curls. Are they as soft as they look? I'm sure they are.

I want to hear your sarcastic comments, I want to hear what you'd say to this movie. I want to lean down and kiss you the way my friends just did. I want to hold you close, and just enjoy being with you.

I want to tuck my nose in your curls and just breathe you in. I want to hold you, and ease the tension I can see in your shoulders, and the hurt behind your eyes. I hate that you hurt. I hate that someone makes you ache like that. You should never hurt. Never.

I have a confession. I saw you get one of these letters. I won't say which one. But I saw you get one, and the way you smiled at it. The way you read it, with such reverence. I've never seen your walls come down like that. I've never seen you look like that until you were reading my note, reading my words.

And Bills, it filled me with such an ache, an ache to see you smile like that, actually at me, not at my notes. I want you to smile like that while looking in my eyes.

I want to say sweet things to you, to your face. I can just picture it.

Lying in bed with you, after we are together you know? Whispering sweet things, telling you nice wonderful things that you should hear all the time, and watching you smile like that. But this time, it’s all for me and only me. I want to be the only one who gets the real you, baby. I want the real you, and I want to hold you, always.

I just want to love you, so so bad. I mean actually love you, not this pining bullshit.

Love,

The Secret Admirer who makes you smile like that

Billy cries over the note, pressing it to his heart and letting the ache of longing both his own, and the one contained on the page, wash over him. He’s a little embarrassed at the tears, but the words resonate with him.

1. The fifth letter he finds right before hanging out with Steve.

Heather is the best, and readily agrees to cover for him, without even asking why.

Billy is distracted all day thinking about the plans with Steve after school. He can hardly focus, and smokes nearly his whole pack of cigarettes he's so nervous.

When school finally ends, he takes a fortifying breath and treks to the parking lot. Jonathan, Nancy and Steve are leaning against Steve's Beemer, and Billy nods at them, before dumping some books in his car. He dawdled enough that Susan has already come and gone with Max, so there are no worries she will see him.

There's another note sitting on the windshield under the wiper again. He grabs it and then walks toward the others.

"This is weird right?" Billy says when he walks up.

"No. Steve wanted to invite you so you're coming. It's not weird. You know all the same shit we do, it's about time we all hung out." Nancy says. She means the upside down, which Billy found out about after beating Steve up. Max gave him only enough sedative to knock him out for maybe an hour. He woke up and found the thing in the freezer, and stuck around needing to know what the hell was going on. Max told him. And that was that.

"Weird logic there Wheeler, but alright." He says.

"Jon and Nance are gonna take their car, you ok to ride with me?" Steve asks. Billy shrugs.

"Great, none of us have big enough cars to fit everyone comfortably. Steve, you'll follow us?" Nancy says. Steve nods and the other two head across the parking lot to their car. Billy climbs into Steve's car and shifts around nervously.

"What's that?" Steve asks, following Jonathan’s car out of the lot. He means the note clutched in Billy's fist.

"Nothing." Billy says, and pockets the note. Steve shrugs and they drive on in silence.

"Do you know what you're doing for the summer?" Steve asks. Billy shrugs.

"I might try and lifeguard. I've got a certification from Cali that still works here, so I think I can get hired." Billy mutters. "You?"

"Don't know. Work probably. Go up to the lake with Robin probably." Steve says.

"Robin? That your new girlfriend?" Billy asks.

Steve laughs, "No. She's just a good friend of mine." Steve says. Billy nods.

They lapse into silence. It's only about a 30-minute drive between Hawkins and Roan, and Billy sees a couple cars on the highway around them from Hawkins High. It's a popular Friday night destination apparently. Billy can't stop thinking about the note in his pocket. He can't decide what he wants.

On the one hand, existing in an enclosed space near Steve is intoxicating, and he doesn't want to miss it. On the other, the notes from this secret admirer have meant so much to him, and he can't believe he's only gotten five in total. They've started taking up that much space in his life. He also doesn't want Steve to know, to see how much Billy needs this note, even though Steve sort of already saw the other day, this feels different.

"Sorry." Steve says. "I'm sorry this is awkward."

"You apologize too much pretty boy. Are you that afraid of me?" Billy asks.

"No, I'm not afraid of you! Why would you say that?!" Steve says.

"You apologize like you think I'm gonna beat you up again or something. I swear, I'm not. I don’t know why you don’t believe me." Billy mumbles.

"No, I believe you! I don't think about that anymore. It's just a bad habit. My parents act like I can never do anything right, and they expect an apology for everything, just a habit. Sorry." Steve says, and then blushes a little.

"Oh. Well you don't have to apologize to me, ok? I'm not mad at you, ever. Except when you missed that shot yesterday." Billy teases.

"Ok, first of all fuck you! Second of all, that was not my fault!" Steve shrieks.

"Oh really?!" Billy says. Steve huffs indignantly and launches into a tirade on why the missed shot in yesterday's practice was not his fault. Billy argues back good naturedly and the car ride passes quickly.

They pull up to a spot next to Jonathan and Nancy at the theater and argue for a few more minutes before Steve huffs and leaves the car. Billy grins and follows.

"What were you two arguing about?" Nancy asks, looking concerned.

"Basketball." They say at the same time and then grin at each other.

They catch some horror movie that Billy has never heard of, and Steve buys some popcorn for the two of them to share.

It feels like a date.

It feels like a date when Steve sits next to Nancy and yanks Billy into the seat next to him. It feels like a date when Steve parks the popcorn bucket in Billy's lap, and then grabs fistfuls of it. It feels like a date when a jump scare has the whole theater jumping and with a gentle gasp, Steve grabs Billy's arm. It feels like a date when someone is getting mauled on screen and Steve turns toward Billy and kinda curls toward him. It feels like a date when Steve hides his face in Billy's shoulder while the villain is creeping through the creepy house.

"Is it over?" Steve whispers. Billy turns his head and leans into that fluffy hair.

"Not yet pretty boy, give it a second." He murmurs back.

It feels like a date when Steve nods, and sighs a little against Billy.

Billy can hardly focus on the movie, so much so that he has no idea what little plot there is, and he isn't jumping and gasping with everyone else. He's so attuned to the boy beside him. To Steve's grip on his arm, that hurts, but not in a bad way, to Steve’s head on his shoulder, and his gentle breathes on Billy’s arm. Steve turns his head a little and peaks at the screen when the ominous music stops.

"Jesus fuck!" Steve whispers when the masked villain is suddenly popping on screen. Billy laughs a little.

Steve doesn't move his head from Billy's shoulder the whole movie, his grip on Billy's forearm never changing.

After the movie ends, the villain apprehended, the perky blonde and the jock alive and well, the four of them leave. Steve just simply let’s go of Billy and gets up following Nancy and Jonathan out into the now dark parking lot. Nancy and Steve talking about the finer points of the movie, debating things as they go. Jonathan watches on, and Billy just gapes at them.

"Don't you think Billy?" Nancy calls suddenly. Billy had paused to shake a cigarette out of the pack he keeps in his jean jacket, and lights up.

"Do I think what?" Billy mumbles around the cigarette.

Nancy launches into some long-winded explanation about the movie, and then looks expectantly at him.

"Damn, Wheeler. I really wasn't paying that much attention." Billy mumbles, taking a long pull of his cigarette.

"Ugh." She huffs and then turns to Steve who apparently agrees.

"They do this often?" Billy asks Jonathan, who is standing by him.

"Yeah every time we got to the movies." Jonathan says, and shrugs a little. "Can I bum a smoke?" He asks. Billy raises an eyebrow.

"You smoke?" Billy says, but he digs out his pack and lighter.

"Only sometimes. Thanks." Jonathan says and lights up. Billy nods, does the same, and leans against the Beemer with Jon while Nancy and Steve argue. Billy and Jon smoke in silence, just watching.

"Nance, babe, I'm hungry." Jonathan says, flicking his cigarette butt away a while later. Billy chuckles.

"Oh, right! Sorry! Pizza!" She says. Steve grins and they pile back into the cars.

"Sorry, Nancy and I can really get going." Steve says, as he starts the car. Billy laughs a little.

"I don't mind. Quit apologizing." Billy teases.

"Alright. Thanks for coming." Steve says, merging into traffic.

"You just invited me for my muscles during the scary parts of the movies." Billy teases. He really is just teasing but Steve blushes a little.

"No, I invited you because I want to be friends, like actual friends, and I'm sick of always just hanging out with Nance and Jon, that's a little much sometimes." Steve mutters.

"Wow, you've fought monsters that shouldn't exist but third wheeling with your ex and her boyfriend is too much?" Billy teases. Steve laughs.

"Exactly." Steve says, and Billy chuckles.

The pizza place is packed in the way that the best restaurant in small towns always are. They squeeze into a booth in the corner, Nancy and Jonathan on one side, Steve and Billy on the other.

They order cokes and the greasiest pizza Billy has ever seen. But it's delicious, and they talk and laugh all through the meal.

Billy doesn't feel like an outsider like he kind of expected to, Nancy cracks up at his story about the time his math teacher had nearly quit after their last test because everyone but Billy had gotten it all wrong. (Billy omits that part; nobody expects him to be as smart as he is and he hates explaining.)

It’s nice. Billy's not sure he's ever hung out like this, he has friends of course, and he had a huge group of people he hung out with back in California. But nothing like this, nothing without pressure, and it's really nice.

Jonathan and Steve get up, mumbling something about the best cheesecake ever. Nancy yawns and watches some of the other people in the restaurant. There’s a lull, so Billy pulls the note out of his pocket, and unfolds it. Nancy pillows her head in her hands and ignores him. It's not rude, they are just a little tired, she apparently was up all night last night studying for an exam this morning.

Bills,

I hope you don't mind that nickname by the way. You've got a nickname for me, and I felt like I should have one for you.

Anyway, I hope you don't think I'm creepy. All of these letters I feel like I've said how I've watched you without you being aware of it. It's not meant to be creepy, I just like looking at you. Partly because you're just so gorgeous, I can't believe it. I love it, you have such good hair, and all those muscles, and don't get me started on your eyes.

But I also just feel better when I look at you. My stress and my worry feel better when I see you.

And this morning, I watched you laugh with Max. You two got here early and you were helping her on her skateboard, before too many other people showed up. I couldn't sleep again and got to school early too.

You don't want anyone to know, but you're actually an amazing brother. Don't worry, I won't tell. It just makes you better, baby. You really care about her, I can tell and I bet she feels the same. I can't say too much, because if I say more on this next sentence, I worry it will give away too much. But, watching the two of you, made me think you'd fit in my life pretty damn great.

I can't say more, I'm sorry baby. I really want you to know who I am, but I'm afraid you'll hate me if you find out.

I just want you to be with me and my friends. Have you ever felt like that Bills? Like you've stared at someone and wanted to have them over for game night with all of the other most important people in your life? You'd fit in with them I think, and I'd certainly have more fun with you there. At game night at my house I bet we could cuddle on the couch while everyone played. Wouldn't that be nice? I really just want to always be touching you, regardless of what we're doing. Not in a dirty way (not always at least), but in a we love each other kind of way. Does that make sense?

I just want to love you Billy Hargrove. I want to know everything about you, and I want to hold your hand. I want to kiss you, hug you, have sex with you. I want to cuddle you, cause even tough guys like you need to be held, and I want to treat you right.

I'd be so good for you, I'm not even trying to be cocky. We would be great together, and I can't ever tell you because I don't think you'd ever look at me the way I want. This is better. And Hawkins is a backwards small town, so it's just better this way.

Love,

Someone who really hopes they're your only secret admirer.

It's the longest letter he's gotten. And it doesn't make him ache any less than the other have, but it makes him smile too.

"Note from someone special?" Nancy asks. Billy jolts and gently folds it back up. "Don't worry, I didn't read it. But your face reading it tells me that it's someone special." She mutters.

"Who's special?" Steve asks, sitting down and sliding a piece of cheesecake at Billy.

"Billy's got a note from someone special." Nancy says, sitting up so Jonathan can scoot her own piece toward her. A strange look flashes across Steve's face. "Oh? Who is it?" Steve asks.

"I don't know. It's from a secret admirer." Billy mutters.

"Wow. That's so sweet. Who do you think it is?" Nancy asks.

"I don't know. I haven't gotten very many of the letters." He says, still not quite believing this is only his fifth.

"The handwriting looked familiar, if you want me to look at it I can and see who I think it is." Nancy offers. Steve's fork goes clattering to the ground, and he chokes on the cheesecake.

"No, that's ok. There is some really personal stuff in these letters, I don't want them to feel uncomfortable, whoever they are." Billy says. Nancy shrugs and moves on. Steve stays quiet.

They settle the bill and head out to the cars. Nancy and Jon are going to go hit the record store, so Steve and Billy head back alone. It’s quiet for a while.

"You really have no idea what girl is writing you the notes?" Steve asks a few minutes later. Billy glances at him in the dark.

"Uh no, but I don't think it's a girl." Billy mutters.

"Really? You don't sound mad…" Steve hedges. Billy shoots him another look.

"Well, no. Why would I be mad?"

"Because it's a guy writing you love letters? Right? If it’s not a girl than it’s a guy." Steve mumbles.

"I'd rather it be a guy than a girl." Billy says, confused. Max is many things, but she can't keep her mouth shut, and she's with Steve a lot. She must have told her friends about Billy. She’s known for years he’s gay.

"What?" Steve says.

"Harrington, come on. Catch on already, damn." Billy mutters. It takes Steve a beat.

"Oh… oh. I thought Max was lying."

"I knew she told you." Billy sighs. "Look, I'm not ashamed, but the person writing me is, so please don't tell anyone."

"I'm not gonna, don't worry. I wouldn’t do that.” He pauses for a minute. “You don't even know who's writing you, why are you protecting them?" Steve asks.

"Because they are putting themselves out there, and their words have meant a lot to me. I get that they can't be out, and I've been outed before, it's not anything I would want for them." Billy mutters. Steve appears to mull that over for a little while.

"You're a better person than you let on." Steve finally says.

"Tell anyone and you're dead." Billy snarks back. Steve laughs, and the tension in the car finally breaks.

They talk about the kids, and their annoying teachers for the rest of the drive. When Steve drops Billy off at the Camaro, there’s a weird almost hesitation, where Steve kind of leans toward Billy, and Billy sort of leans in, and then Steve loudly says, "Have a good weekend!!" And all but plasters himself against his door. Billy nods and climbs out of the car.

When he gets home, Susan is sitting on the couch smoking.

“Susan?” Billy says, surprised that she’s still up. It’s not late exactly, but she and Neil go to bed at 10 most nights.

“Billy. Sit for a minute, would you?” She asks. Billy frowns and glances around for Neil, but he’s nowhere around.

“Everything ok?” Billy asks.

“Yes. I kicked you father out.” Susan says, and takes a long pull off her cigarette. Billy blinks at her in stunned silence. “I couldn’t take the way he talked to you, and to Max and to me. I’m done with him. You don’t have to stay here, but I’m not going to kick you out.”

“Wow.” Billy breathes. Susan offers him a small smile.

“I’m sorry, you’ve had so much upheaval in your life, but you don’t have to leave and go with him. No matter what he says. You can stay here, Max adores you and I know I’m not your mom but…” Susan trails off, and blows out a long breath.

“I’ll stay. I don’t want to go anywhere with that asshole.” Billy says, and Susan grins. She sends him off to his room, and sits in the living room, smoking for a long time.

He rereads all the letters before he falls asleep that night and then thinks about the way Steve had grabbed his arm in the movie, and how close he had sat. For the first time in a long time, Billy goes to sleep with a grin on his face.

+1. They all start hanging out after that. Nancy catches his arm in the hall way at lunch on Monday and tows him to their lunch table, where she all but shoves him into a chair. She demands he read over her lit essay because Steve and Jonathan are useless. Billy feels a little shell shocked, but he reads her essay, offers her some notes and then ends up eating with them. After that, one of them always seems to find him at lunch to drag him with them, and eventually he stops fighting it. He even tells them about his dad leaving, and they all seem happy for him.

There’s the added bonus of Steve always looking thrilled to see him so he just rolls with it.

Tommy and Carol look offended, but eventually they get over it, he still goes to parties with them so they relax.

The letters mysteriously stop, and for three weeks he doesn't get another one. Billy tries not to be disappointed, but it's hard.

"You look serious today Billy." Steve comments as he slides into his spot at the lunch table. Billy glances away from where he was watching the rest of the cafeteria, wondering if his secret admirer is out there somewhere.

"Yeah, just thinking." Billy mutters.

"You ok?" Steve asks. Billy nods, and goes back to people watching.

"Looking for someone?" Steve asks, poking at his mashed potatoes.

"You ask a lot of questions." Billy teases.

"Just curious." Steve shrugs.

"My secret admirer hasn't written in a while, if you're gonna be nosy." Billy says, and rolls his eyes, turning to pull his math homework out when he sees Jonathan and Nancy leave the lunch line. He and Jonathan have the same math teacher, but at different periods, so they compare homework a lot.

"Oh. You sound bummed." Steve points out.

"I am. I liked the letters. Made me feel… I don't know. Important, I guess? Forget it. It's stupid." Billy glances at Steve. "Quit grinning like an idiot Harrington, I can be honest sometimes." Billy snaps.

Steve just keeps grinning. Billy rolls his eyes, but the shame and embarrassment he was expecting over being that open and honest doesn't come. He and Steve are good friends now, same with Jonathan and Nancy.

He even got stoned with Jon at a party last week, which had been weird but good.

It's weird having friends like this. He's not sure he minds though, he likes them, even if he'll never admit it.

He and Jonathan work on their homework through lunch, and Steve and Nancy talk about some annoying thing Mike and Dustin did.

Jonathan joins in with a story about Will, and Billy finds himself contributing with stories about Max.

After lunch, they all disperse to class. Billy goes to math and finds that he and Jonathan did all their homework right.

He and Steve nod at each other as they pass in the hall between classes and he watches as Steve goes up to Robin Buckley and starts chatting with her, handing her something that makes her laugh at him and makes him blush. Billy frowns, wondering why. The rest of his classes pass quickly, and when he gets to the last one, he's surprised to find a note on his desk.

He tries not to appear too eager, but he unfolds it quickly.

Bills,

I saw you looking at lunch today. I was sitting off to the side of where you were looking, so I got to see your profile. You're beautiful. It takes my breath away sometimes. Looking at you, sitting by those big windows, you looked so good. Have you done something different with your curls? They looked great today, so soft. And your eyes, you looked at me for just a second before you looked away, and I swear I drowned in your eyes. The light hit them just right, thank god it was sunny today, and they kind of sparkled. I could stare at them all the time.

I just realized today, when you looked at me, that you have freckles. FRECKLES Billy are you kidding me? How the hell is a man supposed to function with you looking like that?! I bet they are even darker in the summer time. I don't know how I've lived not knowing you had freckles, I'm in love with them. I want to kiss every one, I want to count them, I want to memorize them.

And then to find that these letters make you feel important?! Baby, you're killing me today. I'm sorry I didn't write recently, I've been kinda distracted. I'll write you thousands of letters though, because you deserve to feel important. And it's not stupid to feel that way, you deserve to be fucking cherished baby. And I intend to do that, even if it's in the form of letters, and even if you never know who I am, I'm gonna fucking cherish you Billy Hargrove.

You and those damn freckles. Jesus Christ. They kill me. You kill me, but what a wonderful way to go, death by a beautiful boy and his god damn freckles. Holy shit.

I can't even focus on class, I keep thinking about your damn eyes, and hair, and fucking freckles. Who knew, freckles would kill me so much.

Love,

The best secret admirer there ever was

Billy has to read the letter four times, because he can't believe it. He was only sitting close enough to one person to see his freckles, they fade to barely there in the winter, you have to catch him in the right light and be close to see them. And only one person was. He also sits in a quieter corner of the lunchroom, and no one else was near enough to hear what he said about the letters, except of course the person he said them to.

Billy can't believe it, and happiness bubbles in his chest. He tries to tamp it down, it could not be who he wants, and Billy is never this lucky. He's never lucky to have his crush actually be the one crushing on him, is he?

He can't ignore it though. Unless Steve told someone what he said, but that's not how the letters read. They read exactly like someone who stared at him from across the table all through lunch and then ran to their next class and scribbled down the note. And that screams Steve Harrington.

It's got to be him.

Then there's the other clue: Robin Buckley sitting next to him, sneaking looks at Billy, while managing to look bored to tears.

Suddenly what Billy saw Steve give her makes a lot more sense.

"Buckley." Billy leans over and hisses.

"What?" She snaps, eyeing the clock pointedly. Class ends in five minutes, but Billy can't wait that long.

"What does Steve have after school today?" Billy demands. They start packing up their stuff and Robin shoots him a look.

"What's it to you?" She demands. Billy holds up the note and raises an eyebrow. Robin sighs in relief.

"Thank god you figured it out. Fucking finally. I'm sick of his pining. Be nice when you reject him ok? He's got nothing after school, he'll be at home." Robin says. The bell rings and Billy fly out of his seat.

"Who says I'm rejecting him?" Billy says, and then books it to his car. Steve is already gone, but that's fine.

"Max!" Billy yells, when he sees her fiery hair. She comes running up.

"Can you get a ride now? Or skate home? I have to do something." Billy says. Max raises an eyebrow.

"Yeah? I'm going to Will's for DnD remember, you're picking me up before dinner?" Max says, and Billy laughs a little.

"Right, right ok. Great. I found out who's writing me the letters." Billy says. Max grins.

"Really? Who?!" She demands.

"It's Steve. I have to go, but I'll be at the Byers in time." He says. Max laughs and nods, before running back to her friends. Billy practically leaps into his car and takes off toward Loch Nora.

He roars up to Steve's house and throws the car in park so fast it actually jolts.

"Sorry baby!" Billy tells the car, and then he's running up to Steve's front door. He pounds on it, heart in his throat.

"What the hell do you want…Billy?" Steve says, looking confused. He takes in Billy's panting, his probably wild eyes and he pales a little, instantly looking around. "Are you ok? What's going on? Are you hurt?" Steve asks. Billy smiles fondly.

"Can I come in?" He asks. Steve nods, standing aside.

"Of course. Are you ok? Billy?" He asks, following Billy into the living room. Billy turns and just looks at Steve. He reaches in his pocket and pulls out the letter.

"Is it you?" Billy asks. Steve pales even further, and then goes beet red from the neck of his polo to his hairline.

"Fuck." He mutters.

"Oh my god. It is you." Billy breathes, elation swelling in his chest. It's Steve, he apparently can be that lucky.

"Ok, before you yell at me, you were never supposed to find out. I started writing letters to you and Robin said I should send them because if I left it anonymous and you never caught me delivering them, I could like work through my pining. So, I did, and then you liked them, and I kept sending them, but I never planned to tell you, because I didn't think you'd want it to be me you know?" Steve flails his arms, and starts pacing a little, the words leaving him in a rush.

"And like I totally meant all of it, every word, but I get that it's weird, and you said you're gay but it's probably different now that it's me, and like some guys don't like to be with people who are bi, which I totally get. You weren’t supposed to find out, I'm not sure how you did, but you're like super smart so I guess I should have seen this coming. And then we started getting closer you know? And then it was kinda too late, and I don't know how to work with this. I'm talking so much, Jesus Christ." Steve says, and pushes his hands into his hair. Billy cracks up then, full on belly laughs.

"Why are you laughing?" Steve asks, looking adorably confused. Billy walks over to him, and grins.

"First, I'm not gonna yell." Billy says.

"You aren't? Because you totally can, I was being creepy, and I broke into your gym locker., and-" Steve starts again. Billy chuckles.

"Easy pretty boy. I'm not mad. I'm not gonna yell at you. And I found out because your last letter was super obvious it was you. No one else was around when I told you the letters made me feel important, and no one was sitting close enough to see my freckles. Are they that distracting that you forgot to hide who you are?" Billy teases. Steve flushes again, and glances at Billy's nose before looking at his feet.

"I never noticed them before. Fucking freckles and I ruin everything. They are too cute, just lil freckles. Fuckin rude." Steve mutters, like he doesn't want Billy to hear. Billy laughs.

"Stevie, look at me." Billy whispers, and Steve does, though probably because Billy has never called him Stevie before.

"I'm sorry. I didn't want to disappoint you. I can't imagine you wanted it to be me." Steve whispers, looking sad.

"Pretty boy, the only way I would have been sad is if it wasn't you writing me." Billy says, and loves that he's close enough to see the words sink in. Steve's eyes widen, and his jaw drops.

"You… you wanted it to be me?" Steve whispers. Billy steps closer, until their chests almost brush as they breathe.

"Yeah, Stevie, I did." Billy says, and reaches up to brush some hair away from Steve's face.

"Wait. If you wanted it to be me, and you aren't mad then that means…." Steve trails off, and Billy smiles at him. "Holy shit, you like me back?!" Steve says, too loud for how close they are standing, but Billy doesn't mind.

"Yep." Billy says.

"Holy shit. Can I kiss you?" Steve whispers. Billy grins, and wraps his arms around Steve's neck pulling him in. It's a gentle kiss at first, that quickly deepens. Steve tentatively works his hand into Billy's curls, and at Billy's hum of agreement, grips them tight. Billy licks into Steve's mouth eagerly when Steve opens his lips a little, Billy's arms griping Steve tight to keep him close.

"Wow." Steve says, pulling back to pant against Billy's lips. Billy chuckles, low and wrecked.

"I love you too, pretty boy. I've reread all of your letters so many times." Billy whispers, and Steve pulls him close, burying his face in Billy's neck.

"I can't believe this is happening." Steve says. Billy laughs.

"Me neither. I was hoping it was you, every time I read one. Remember the one saying you liked being a mystery so I could picture whoever I wanted writing me?" Steve nods against his neck. "I always pictured you. And I don’t care that you’re bi, just as long as you like me." Steve makes a small whining noise at that and pulls Billy closer. Billy smiles, and breathes in Steve's scent. Sweet and spicy and uniquely Steve, and Billy adores it.

"I believe I was promised cuddles and sweet things whispered in my ear." Billy mutters. Steve laughs, and pulls back to brush his fingers through Billy's hair.

"Tell me something first." Steve whispers.

"What's up Stevie?" Billy asks.

"You're really glad it's me? You're not disappointed?" Steve asks, and Billy can see in those earnest brown eyes how worried he actually is.

Billy yanks him in for another kiss, and pushes his hands into Steve's hair. Steve responds eagerly and tightens his grip on Billy.

"Yes, baby, I'm very glad it's you. I love you Steve Harrington, just try getting rid of me now." Billy teases. "I need some cherishing." He means it as a joke, but Steve's eyes soften and go a little liquid.

"Hell yeah you do, and I intend to do a damn good job. I love you too." Steve whispers. Billy grins up at him.

Steve tugs them upstairs, they tug off their shoes and curl up on the bed. Steve pulls Billy into his arms, and dots kisses over his freckles.

"Steve Harrington, done in and giving up the secret by a couple freckles." Billy murmurs softly. Steve laughs.

"Steve Harrington done in by Billy Hargrove, who apparently has freckles." Steve corrects. Billy laughs, and snuggles closer.

"You still have to write me letters." Billy huffs. Steve laughs and catches Billy in another kiss.

"I can do that." Steve says, and Billy sighs happily. He falls asleep in Steve's arms, while Steve holds him and counts his freckles.

#harringrove week of love #secret admirer #5+1 fic #harringrove

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ificanthaveu · 5 years

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Physics, Baby Blue and Homecoming || The DropBack || Shawn Mendes

Description: Physics is hard. Finding a date and a group for homecoming is even harder. AKA Shawn has a hard time coming to terms with the fact that you, of all people, don’t have a date

A/N: Physics kicked my ass in high school so I relate. also never had a homecoming date. also relate. so enjoy :)

Word Count: 2.1k

The DropBack

“Are we going dress shopping tomorrow?” Elsie asked as she laid off the side of your bed and scrolled through her phone. You groaned from your spot on the floor.

“What if we just ditch?” You asked with a hopeful smile.

“Oh, yeah, sure I’ll just break it to Matthew that I’m not going to our last homecoming with him. Great idea,” she said without looking up again.

“It’s the same shit every year,” you mumbled.

“Wouldn’t have it any other way,” she said in a sing-song voice. She set her phone down and flipped around to look at you.

“Do you think Shawn’s going to ask you?” She said with that look she gives you when she talks about Shawn. You chuck a pillow at her before she can say anything else.

“Half of our class is drooling over him. He’s not asking me,” you said.

“Come on, [Y/N]. You’ve been ‘studying’ together constantly. He’s gotta have feelings for you,” she said with air quotes around studying.

“It’s not ‘studying,’” you mocked her. “He literally just needs help in physics, and I offered to tutor him,” you said with a shrug.

“Ah, yes, so you spend the entire six hours solely looking at your physics notes?” Elsie gave you that same look again. She had this figured out.

When Shawn happened to complain about physics to you once, you jumped at the chance to spend a little more time with him. It started off as doing the homework together before he had to leave for practice and eventually ended up at you being at his house until 2:00 am talking about things that definitely had nothing to do with physics.

“Yeah, we can go dress shopping tomorrow,” you finally said back to her.

“Oh, Ms. [Y/L/N], you are just so good at diverting the questions,” she said as she threw your pillow back to you.

—

The final bell rang, and Shawn met you outside your last class to walk back to his locker. He casually leaned against the wall and waited for you to come out. You kept walking, and he came up beside you as you had been doing a lot lately.

“How was the test?” You asked him. He avoided your look as he kept glancing at the ceiling.

“Not good,” he said simply. You kept giving him a look until he finally met your gaze. He sighed dramatically and threw up his hands. “I’m really trying, but I’m really not getting any of this shit.” You held back a laugh, knowing he really was getting frustrated with this.

“You’ll get the hang of it. You’ll be fine,” you said as you casually touched his arm.

“I’m done talking about this. What are you doing for homecoming?” He asked, trying to get you to stop asking him questions about the test he just took.

“I want to skip, but Elsie will never let me,” you said through a sigh.

“Why skip? Homecoming is fun,” he said with that smile on his face. You shrugged your shoulders and looked down at your feet.

“I don’t know. It’s the same shit on a different day. I love to dress up and be with Elsie and Matthew, but that’s what it always is. Just Elsie, Matthew and me,” you tried to explain that you never have a date without explicitly saying ‘hey I’ve never had a date.’

“And your date, right?” Shawn asked. You hummed slightly.

“Nope.”

“Nope as in not this year?”

“Nope as in not ever,” you finally said as you released your breath. The two of you finally stopped in front of his locker as he turned to look at you.

“You’re kidding,” he finally said as more a statement than a question.

“Nope never had a date to a school dance. Not a big fan of talking about it, so let’s move on. Big homecoming game against Adams? Super exciting,” you said it all too quickly as Shawn just kept looking at you.

“You’re too good at doing that,” he said after you finished rambling. He pointed at you as he said, “that whole changing the subject thing.”

“I genuinely want to know how you feel about the game next Friday,” you said carefully as he smiled at you and rolled his eyes.

“You’re something else, [Y/L/N],” he said through a laugh. Matthew soon hopped out of nowhere and slammed his hands down on Shawn’s shoulders.

“Ready for practice?” He said, still gripping on to Shawn’s shoulders. He sighed and threw his bag over his shoulder.

“Yep, let’s go,” Shawn slammed his locker before glancing at you with a look you hadn’t seen before. He looked sure of something. “I’ll see you later, [Y/L/N].” He finally walked away.

—

“Are you sure about the baby blue?” You asked Elsie for the millionth time. You’d both picked out dresses and were back at your house trying them on with whatever shoes you planned on wearing. Elsie rolled her eyes at you again.

“Yes, I’m sure. You look hot as fuck,” she said from across the room in her classic red dress.

“Ok, fine, I’ll stick with it,” you said as you peeled the dress off and threw on sweatpants and a sweatshirt. You plopped onto your bed and went back to typing your English essay.

Elsie was across the room, changing out of her dress with a few too many straps, occasionally looking down at her phone in the process. You gave her a look but still continued with her essay.

She eventually was dressed and sitting on the floor, working on whatever homework she had left to do.

For who knows how long, you got lost in your essay without paying attention to anything around you, determined to get this done before homecoming week started, and you were constantly doing a million and one things.

“Earth to [Y/N],” Elsie yelled from across the room. You tuned back into your surroundings and heard the incessant ringing.

“God, my mom probably forgot her damn key again,” you mumbled as you slipped on you sandals and made your way to the front door with Elsie right behind you.

You swung the door open without a second thought, but it wasn’t your mom standing there.

There Shawn stood, still in his football uniform, holding a bouquet of flowers and a sign that said: “Let’s tackle homecoming together?”

He had a big smile on his face as you stood there with your mouth hanging open and Elsie incessantly hitting your shoulder.

“Well?” He said after a few moments of you not saying anything, still processing the dream of a man standing in front of you.

“Shit, yeah,” you finally said. You laughed at yourself for a moment before answering again, “Of course I’ll go with you.”

Shawn handed you the flowers and set the sign down as you threw your arms around his neck and he held you tightly, gently rocking back and forth.

Elsie kept cheering in your doorway as you reached back and slammed the door on her. All you heard was a muffled, “Hey!”

You pulled away from Shawn and gripped onto the flowers he’d given you.

“Shit, I don’t know what to say. I wasn’t really expecting this,” you said as you gestured down to your sweatpants. He nervously rubbed his hands on his pants, looking for pockets that weren’t there.

“I know. My little sister helped me make the sign a few days ago, and I was going to ask you tomorrow night at the game, but I changed my mind,” he said as he shrugged and glanced down at the sign by your feet.

You sat there and thought for a moment. He was going to ask you even before he knew you’d never had a date.

You smiled up at him and squinted at the setting sun behind him. He had a slight blush on his cheeks and his hair was matted down from his helmet. Your heart was beating out of your chest as you looked at him. You definitely were catching feelings. Fast.

“Do you want to come inside for a little bit?” You finally asked. He bit his lip before shaking his head slightly.

“I’m not about to make your whole house smell like sweat,” he said as gestured to his appearance. “I’ll call you tonight?” You nodded as you nervously played with your hands.

“Yeah, sounds good,” you said quietly. You both stood there for a minute longer, not quite knowing what to do. You finally reached over and wrapped your arms around his middle this time as his went around your shoulders. He rested his cheek on top of your head as you melted into him.

“Thank you,” you mumbled into his chest. You could feel him laugh. He rubbed his hands up and down your back.

“No, thank you,” he finally said back. “I’m really glad I met you, [Y/L/N].” You smiled against his chest as you finally pulled away from him.

“Well, uh, I’ll talk to you later?” You said as you reached for the handle of the door, with the sign and the flowers in your other hand. He took a step back off your porch as he nodded his head.

“See you later, [Y/L/N],” he said as he walked back to his car.

“See ya, Mendes,” you said as you leaned against your doorway for a moment before closing the door and leaning against it.

Elsie was waiting patiently on the bottom step of your staircase right in front of you.

“Well?” She finally asked as she stood up. You stayed leaning against the door, collecting your thoughts.

“I’m so fucked.”

---

Elsie eventually went home and moments later your phone was ringing with Shawn’s name on the screen. You let it ring a few more before you picked it up and leaned against your headboard.

“Hello?” you said as you pulled your knees up to your chest.

“Hey,” he said back to you. You heard rustling and a few voices before a door slam. “Sorry, I would’ve called earlier, but I tried to do those physics practice problems. They kicked my ass.”

You laughed at him as you bit your tongue, trying not to let yourself smile as big as you wanted to.

“Already starting on the next set of problems? You’re ahead of the game, Mendes.”

“Well, you have to be when you’re as bad as I am,” he groaned. “Anyway, if we talk about physics anymore, I’m going to hang up. What color is your dress? You know, so I can match.”

You let yourself smile as big as you wanted to that time.

You reached to grab the dress that was laying at the end of your bed.

“It’s like a light baby blue,” you explained as you played with the straps. “I’ll send you a picture of it.”

“So, do you think I should do like a white shirt with a blue tie?” he asked with a confusing sound in his voice. “I have no idea what I’m doing,” he said through a laugh.

“No, that actually sounds perfect,” you responded. “A blue shirt would have been a little much,” you explained. You moved forward a little to rest your head on your pillow.

“You’re so smart, [Y/L/N],” he said, and you could tell he was smiling.

“Oh, shut up, Mendes,” you said as you buried your face in your pillow for a moment.

“I also talked to Matthew already, and we’ve got everything else all planned for the night,” he said with pride in his voice. You narrowed your eyes.

“Matthew planned it?” you questioned with hesitation in your voice.

“Fuck no. I planned it,” he said. You both laughed and your heart sored. “I haven’t known him long, but you don’t have to know him that well to know he can’t plan anything to save his life.”

“I know. I’ve been dealing with this shit since I was eleven. Welcome to the club,” you said back to him.

“I don’t know how you’ve done it. You’re a brave one,” he said with a smile. You tried to stifle a yawn as you rolled over onto your back.

“As much as I love talking about Matthew’s organizational skills, I’m exhausted,” you said. “I’ll see you tomorrow, ok?”

“Yeah, sounds good. Goodnight, [Y/L/N],” he said, and you could hear the smile in his voice once again as you reciprocated his action.

“Goodnight, Mendes.”

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tk-productions · 3 years

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Mystic Sisters- Ch.4 You & I

Yua’s pov

Every. Single. Day. I saw Haru at school, or at the train or at Mystic cafe. Wherever I went it seemed he was there too. It was hell running into him everywhere. I swear he’s stalking me at this point. I tried avoiding him but he always popped up unexpectedly looking into my eyes the same way he used to. Weeks went by without either of us saying a word, we just stared at each other not knowing who would make the first move. Today was another day of us not talking to each other. I sat in the corner at Mystic cafe sipping on a iced tea waiting for my sister to finish

her shift. After Haru ordered his food he made small talk with my sister. He said something to make her laugh and I rolled my eyes and turned my attention back to my tea.

“I’ll be back in 10 minutes” he told Hikari then walked out of the cafe still laughing at whatever they were talking about.

“ Haru!” I called out as I followed him out of the cafe.

He stopped and turned around to face me but stayed completely silent.

“Oh so you're not gonna say anything?” I said getting irritated.

“What do you want me to say?” He said like he did nothing wrong.

“I just want an explanation on why you left.”

“I don’t need to give an explanation.”

“Why do you always do this? You run away when things get tough. You've been back for weeks but haven't said one word to me.” I yelled out of frustration.

Haru said nothing, he just looked at his watch, went back to the cafe and grabbed his food and walked past me like nothing.

“You're such a jerk and I hate you Haru. I fucking hate your guts!” I cried out looking at his back. It was like I was talking to a brick wall. Haru stopped walking for a second then just continued without looking back.

I stormed back into the cafe with mixed emotions. Should I feel angry, sad, or relieved that I dodged a bullet? I was so angry I wanted to rip his throat out. OMG why am i thinking like this? Ripping his throat out? Come on Yua. Suddenly I felt really thirsty so I grabbed my iced tea and chugged it.

“Yua-chan are you okay?” Hikari asked, sitting across from me placing another iced tea in front of me.

“No, I'm over here imagining ripping Haru’s throat out .” I said suddenly feeling stressed.

“No that’s completely normal.” she joked. “But seriously what’s wrong.”

“I just want to talk to Haru but he keeps pushing me away. How can he tell me he loves me, leave and show back up like nothing happened.” I sighed in frustration.

“Hey don’t beat yourself up over this. It’s his fault. He’s the one that left not you. You just have to find a way to talk to him and not rip out his throat.” I nodded, taking another sip of tea. She may be younger than me but she’s always right.

“Your shift is almost over right? Let’s go to the bookstore on our way home.”

“Yay!” she yelled excitedly, drawing attention towards her from the other customers.

“Sorry.” she said quickly heading back behind the counter. Only Hikari would get excited over books I laughed to myself.

I really didn't know why I was so hung up on Haru. Maybe it’s because he’s the only guy I loved. Or maybe it because he left without giving me an explanation. My mind kept drifting off thinking about him as I tried to do my chemistry homework that's due tomorrow. My eyes grew heavier as I tried to focus. “Maybe I should take a break.” I yawned resting my head on the desk.

“Just a quick nap.” I yawned again before drifting off to sleep.

Haru and I were cuddling under a tree and I felt so relaxed and happy. I looked at him and smiled. But he didn’t smile back.

“Is something wrong?” I asked reaching out towards him.

“I don’t wanna be with you anymore Yua.” He told me pushing away.

“What? We just got back together the other day. What could have changed?” sitting up turning to face him. “Why do you keep hurting me like this? Did you ever even really love me?

“I gotta go. I’m sorry Yua,” Haru replied to me getting up walking away leaving me like he always did.

“Haru come back here!” I called after him “Haru!” but he didn’t answer, he just kept walking.

I opened my eyes and all I could feel was anger. I was so angry but I couldn’t let a dream drive me crazy. I took a deep breath and grabbed my phone to check the time.

“4am? Ugh! I didn’t finish my homework!” I said frustrated.

Ring!

Finally the bell rang signaling it was time for lunch. I didn't know if I could sit through another minute of balancing equations. I sat my books out for the next class before heading to the library to meet hikari and Hisako. I found the girls sitting at a table in the back of the library laughing quietly to themselves.

“What’s so funny? I could use a laugh.” I said as I joined them at the table.

“Hisako fell out of her chair in class today then slipped on her chair getting up.” Hikari said laughing so hard she had tears in the corner of her eyes.

I laughed a little before looking at Hisako. “Are you ok?” I asked.

“Yea I’m fine. Thanks for asking Yua. I'm never visiting Hikari before her class again though” Hisako replied to me with a smile.

Hikari started talking about buying more clothes at the mall, I smiled nodding as if I was listening before zoning out watching the rain fall from the window. The rain reminded me of something Haru did before we broke up.

Haru and I were at our favorite spot during lunch and I couldn't stop talking about our anniversary that was just around the corner.

“I planned the whole day out first we're gonna go eat breakfast together---” I rambled on and on about our date but Haru didn’t even look like he was paying attention.

“Are you listening to me?” I asked, crossing my arms over my chest.

“Huh.” he said caught off guard. “Yea I’m listening.” he replied.

I gave him an unsure look. “Ok then what did I say?”

Haru laughed before looking at me with his beautiful eyes and sexy smirk that I absolutely loved. Completely changing the subject Haru told me. “Close your eyes and turn around for me.”

“What? You're changing the subject.” I called him out.

“Just do it please.” He asked. I squinted my eyes curiously at him before turning around and closing my eyes just as he said. I slightly jumped as I felt something cold touch my neck.

“Ok you can open now.” He told me and I can tell he was smiling.

Opening my eyes I looked down to see a beautiful necklace. I turned around and faced him, smiling like an idiot. “The two hearts are us right.” I asked, holding onto the pendant.

“Yea and I also had our names carved into it.” He replied.

My smile grew bigger. “I love it.” I told him.

“Good. Don’t ever take it off no matter what happens between us ok.” He said seriously.

“I won’t.” I smiled as I leaned in for a kiss.

I smiled at the memory “Those were truly the good times.” I said messing around with the necklace still around my neck. I know I said I wouldn’t take it off. But new Haru makes me want to.

“What are you talking about.” Hikari said looking at me before smirking “It's Haru isn’t it?”

“I am not but nice guess.” I said sarcastically.

“Yua just get back together with him and stop torturing yourself.” Hisako said stealing some of Hikari’s grapes.

“Nah he belong to the streets.” I joked.

“But so do you.” Hikari sassed.

My smile disappeared as I looked at Hikari in shock. “I do not. I am a proper lady thank you.”

“Keep telling yourself that.” Hikari said sarcastically while laughing. I rolled my eyes at her. “I swear sometimes you act just like Haru.” I mumbled before getting up.

“Where are you going?” Hisako asked.

“I have to go to class early.” I told the girls goodbye and left. Okay so maybe I didn't actually need to go to class early. I needed to talk to Haru and work things out between us. I wondered mindlessly through the school hallways looking for Haru. Somehow I ended up in our spot. The spot where we spent most of our time together. Not much had changed. There was a new mural done by the art club that made the space brighter. I walked over to the window staring at the rain heavily falling down. I played with the necklace again still thinking about that day. Just as the bell rang I felt a gust of air go by. I turned around watching the older boy walk up the stairs not even acknowledging me.

“Haru!” I called out but he just kept walking leaving me like he always did.

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plushpixels · 4 years

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Get To Know Me Tag! - sims edition

Ok, so I was tagged by like a 100 people, but I’m such a slowpoke I missed every notification and am super late again! But thank you so much friends, for tagging me and being cute and patient with my slow bum 🥺💖

I’m going to hide it under cut, cause we all know I’m gonna ramble x3

Your name: Tanya

Languages you speak: Russian • English • learning German at the moment

Are you a mermaid: My mom says I am. Can we trust her? Who knows >:3

Your play style: Planning on a thousand things, managing one. Two on a good day. I love generations gameplay though.

Your selfsim picture: I had to fix my haircolor in PS cause HELLO ea, light brown doesnt exactly mean ‘rusty’. 😤

Stories or gameplay, builds, lookbooks, edits or cc: yes.

Your favourite age state: Toddlers, omg, they’re too much for my ovulating heart ;-;

Your favourite season: Always summer! I grew up by the sea. other seasons? don’t know them.

Your favourite holiday: Ummmm I don’t even knooooooow....They’re all fun at first and boring the second time around already?

How was your day: Was nothing special, and I’m ok with it :3

Your favourite career: Absolutely the Chef career! and then the writer. or artist. It’s like my average household when I just start playing a new sims game for the very first time - one spouse is a chef, another one is freelancer writer/artist x)) But I’m really enjoying the Acting career right now I must say!

Your favourite aspiration: I do not know. I know my least favorite though, it’s Social Butterfly or whatever it’s called now. hate it with passion, hated it in Sims 3 as well. Socializing...ew!😅

Your favourite ep, sp or gp: Seasons and Get Famous, I think.

How old is your simblr: 5 months old I think?

Have you woohooed: today?

Your favourite skill: Cooking! Hate house fires when there’re no firefighters to save my sims x) I also love my sims doing yoga though!

The size of your mods folder: 33,7 GB. yeah.

Your 3 favourite mods: Attractiveness part of WW, MCCC (I wouldn’t be able to live without thi one, no-no). Better Homework. Bonus one: no-drinking-water-all-the-freaking-time! ( I don’t really remember how it’s called but it’s from Bienchen’s mods)

Your interests (other than sims): Art, architecture, history, political science, cinema, music, reading, embroidery, painting, drawing, cats!!, videogames, did I say art and history? I’m all over the place, lol. And I watch a lot of lectures and documentaries x)

Your favourite sim (picture if possible): Um, can i just post the whole family? Idk, I love my sims too much, they all feel like they have their own pesonality. I really, really love Fiona right now though, I grew her up since she was a tiny baby and she had my heart all this time 😊

which sims games you have played (including mobile games): I’m playing ever since Sims 1 was out ;-; I’m old.

Propose a crazy scheme: Imagine all the people living life in peace.

Best part of simblr: My crazy, creative, pervert, stubborn, beautiul, selfless, sharing, amazing friends from all over the globe. Wait, I gotta sob. 🥺😭

Worst part of simblr: People forgetting to be decent to each other just cause it’s internet. Hi, I’m old, I love good manners and honesty.

What other games you play: oh boy, what do I not play? I do not play shooters. I’m a gamer since NES times, guyz ;-;

other websites or accounts (origin, twitter etc..): i have a lot of them! none are sims related. you can check out my art instagram if you want, it’s tantani.art. I might even start posting again soon ;-;

Are you single: Nein. :P

#rambles #tags

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angelic-holland · 5 years

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Seeing the Thing 10

Summary: I want you all to myself this time. Conflicted looks good on me. I'm trying desperately. I want you all to myself this time. I want to give you space but the amount between us is wrecking me.

Word Count: 2.9k

Warnings: none!

A/N: yay for early upload!

“Morning,” you hear a gruff voice say and your eyes widen when you look up, seeing Tom’s face squished into the pillow, his arm around your middle, yours were squeezed between the two of you.

“Hi,” you squeak, brain running through the events of the night before.

“You look like you needed sleep but I wasn’t sure when your first class was, it’s only eight now so you can go back to sleep if you wa-,”

“Did you say something last night?”

“What?” “I was falling asleep, and you were saying something, or at least I thought you said something but maybe I wa-,”

He cuts you off with a quick kiss, morning breath and all.

Your nose wrinkles slightly and he laughs, “yes, I uh, I did.”

“Oh, for real?”

“I mean, did you really think I hated you?”

“No I just,”

“I did hate you for a while, always felt like you were stealing my best friend from me-,”

“He’s my best friend too.”

“I know but he was my best friend first-,”

“Does that really matter?”

“I just mean that-,”

“I need to get to class,” you cut him off, you don’t want to hear about how Harrison was his friend first and that you stole him or some stupid territorial shit boys went through. You also wanted to get to the bottom of what his “I like you” meant. You figured beneath the gloomy anger in his eyes and the hostility when you were around other people that he didn’t hate you. You knew from the way his neck would stretch so your lips fit perfectly with his that he didn’t hate you. You knew from the way his fingers ran along your collarbone and he asked you questions to keep your mind off of your panicked thoughts that he didn’t hate you. You just wish you had the guts to ask him how much he liked you.

“Yeah, me too,” Tom nods, sitting up slightly. He chuckled and you looked to see your hand still curled around his shirt.

“Sorry bout that,” you let go of his shirt and he shrugs.

“Didn’t mind.”

“Alright, get lost, needa get to class.”

You watch as Tom gets up. You look down and see his clothes on your body.

“Here I can-,”

“It’s fine, as much as I want you to get naked right now it’ll make us both late for class. Just give them back at some point, or keep them, whatever.”

“Ok, I uh, yeah,” you reply before he gives you a small smile and is gone.

Keep them.

They were comfortable, cozy, you wanted to stay in them as you grabbed Ben and Jerry’s and watched Netflix in bed, but instead you had your psychology of childhood class at 9:45.

After class you took your coffee to the quad and sat with Gianna underneath a huge oak tree.

“Everything good?” She watches as you bury your head in your hands.

“I uh, might’ve fucked up.”

“What did you and Tom do?”

“Hey! Why’s it gotta be about that?”

“Because, you uh, confirmed it stupid, you get all defensive when I’m right about something.”

“Shush, yes, okay, I may have fucked up there.”

“Oh my god you slept with him, please tell me you slept with him.”

“Shhh! Jesus Christ anyone could be walking around okay?” Your eyes dart around to the students walking across the quad, others laying on the grass near you, book or phone in hand.

“Well, did you?” Gianna pokes your shoulder and you grumble, flopping onto your stomach.

“It was bad.”

“Oh shit really? All I’ve ever heard was how good of a lay he is.”

“It wasn’t him, it was definitely me.”

“Why? Couldn’t get in the right mood?”

“I was in the mood, you know, but you know how sometimes you just get distracted and think of other things? And sometimes they just can’t find your g-spot? I dunno, it was a combination of all these things and I feel bad because I uh,”

“What? Please don’t tell me you faked it.”

“I did.”

“Girl..”

“I know, I know, it’s dumb and it doesn’t make me feel good to do but it usually works and they normally think I get there but Tom knew.”

“Oh my god, what did he say?”

“He was mad.”

“Understandable. So are you a thing?”

“No.”

“No?!” Gianna all but shouts.

“No, I don’t know, he uh, said he liked me? So he uh doesn’t hate me anymore,” you laugh weakly.

You feel the smack of Gianna’s hand against your shoulder, “Hey!”

“Of course he doesn’t hate you, he had sex with you dummy.”

“I guess but-,”

“And what do you want from him?”

“Huh?”

“Like I want Harrison to hold my hand when we walk to classes and whatever, but I don’t want any of that cheesy romance stuff, he tried buying me flowers one day but I told him he better spend his money on something useful like food for us to eat.”

“I dunno, I guess I don’t want flowers, that kinda cheesy whatever, besides they die way too quickly anyways. It’s not like he’s- like we’re- I don’t know. Okay, hear me out, you know that scene in Princess Bride?”

“I know every scene in the Princess Bride you’ve made me watch it like five times.”

“It’s the best movie ever made so of course you should see it at least five times.”

“You’re pushing it.”

“Okay, hear me out G, you know right after Wesley saves Buttercup from Vizzini? And they’re arguing on the hillside.”

“Yes.”

“And she is pissed at him when he reveals he ‘killed’ Wesley? And pushes him down the hill?”

“Are you saying you want to push Tom down a hill? Because I totally understand that but-,”

“No, and then he says ‘as you wish’ and it’s everything that Buttercup needs to hear?”

“So some sort of declaration of feelings?”

“I guess so? Then I’d be willing to fall down that hill too but I just don’t want to get in over my head without anything to show for it.”

“Sometimes you just gotta, you know, be like ‘hey! hot boy! I like you!’ But if you’d feel more comfortable waiting for him to say something, by all means. I wasn’t exactly subtle when I flirted with Harrison, but in all honesty I should’ve just been like ‘hey dork be my boyfriend’ but I didn’t. So you do you.”

“Thanks G.”

“And besides, it’s normal for guys to not know how to get you off right away, but you can’t just assume they won’t ever get there, sometimes you just need to teach them.”

“Thing is, Tom’s definitely not used to that, not being able to get a girl off, so uh, I don’t know if he’d be down for a little lesson.”

“You’re truly so god damn clueless sometimes, if he likes you, he’s going to want to make you feel good, okay? Even if that takes all night or several tries. It shouldn’t matter.”

“I think I already bruised his ego enough.”

“Nah, he’s got plenty,” Gianna winked with a shove of your shoulder, “go get some.”

After your conversation with Gianna, the day passed in a blur, one coffee into the next, lecture hall after lecture hall until you found yourself in the back corner of the library, curled up in a ball in your chair, rebooting Qlab for what felt like the 30th time today.

You groaned before shoving your computer forward, giving you enough space to rest your head on the table. You knew logically you should go to bed. Just because the library had an all night study lounge and cafe didn’t mean you should spend all your time here. That didn’t stop you from using it though. As Qlab finally opened and stayed open you set to work mixing the sounds for the scene in the bar, light chatter with Toxic playing softly in the background. In your efforts to not get your asses sued for copyright you found a cover that was somewhat distorted. You checked the time on your phone, your brain starting to turn to mush. When was the last coffee you had? Lunch time? After your third class? That was… 10 hours ago.

You set to work scrubbing the distortion from the Toxic sound bite, planning on grabbing a coffee after you finished this bit.

***

Tom saw you working at the corner table out of the corner of his eye. He was typing his term paper on his laptop, getting distracted each time you let out a soft sigh or would lightly tap your hand against the desk. A few other tired students sat around the section of the library that was opened this late, coffee cups and paper strewn over desks.

He noticed you didn’t have a coffee next to you and shut his laptop, packing his bag before walking over to the Night Owl cafe.

“One vanilla misto and a royal English please.”

He glanced over his shoulder as the woman behind the counter made the drinks, watching as you pushed the computer forward and rested your head on the desk.

He chuckled softly at your small groan, turning quickly when you sat back up, typing away again.

“Thanks,” he pays for the drinks and carries them over to you.

***

You glance up as a mug is set in front of you, taking one earbud out.

“Hi,” Tom says, standing awkwardly at the side of the desk with another mug in his hands.

“Hi,” you nod at the coffee, “this for me?”

“Yeah, uh, it’s nothing, just lady at the Night Owl thought I said vanilla misto when I said royal English so she made this and I wasn’t going to drink it but I saw you were here so I figured you might want it?” Tom rambles and you stare at him confused.

There was definitely no way that’s what happened, but if Tom felt better telling you that than admitting he just bought you a goddamn coffee then you’d let it slide.

“Thanks,” you smile after a moment of him tapping his foot and you blinking out of it, taking a sip of the coffee.

“Yeah, yeah, so uh, working on homework?” He asks and you gesture to the seat next to you.

“Nope, trying to overlay this track with another for the show.”

You watch as Tom shuffled behind you, setting his cup of tea down and sitting down.

“What does that mean? Like you’re mixing two sounds?”

“Sort of, see this clip here?” You point to the track of Toxic.

He nods, you don’t catch his eyes glancing at you, glimpsing at the way your hair shaped your face or your ear peeking out from your hair, the way your fingers would tap along your cheek as you explained whatever it was you were explaining to him. He most definitely zoned out because you turned, eyes squinting as you frowned.

“So?”

“Cool.”

“I asked if you wanted to listen to it.”

“Oh, yeah, sure, sorry,” Tom sets his mug down as you hand him one earbud.

He attempts to put it in his ear while you put the other in yours. You both realize you’ve got the wrong one and you lift your hand to take the earpiece out, laughing quietly in the otherwise silent library. His fingers brush against yours as he takes the earbud and you feel heat rise to your cheeks as he hands you the correct piece.

“Thanks,” you mumble and he nods, placing the right one in his ear before dropping his hand next to your laptop.

You eye his hand, fingers tapping against the table as you press play.

The two of you listen to the sound cue, you replay it as Tom’s pinky runs along your arm.

“What do you think?”

You can feel the goosebumps rise along your arms, he can as well, a shiver, something that’s rising above the surface that neither of you will comment on.

“Do you want to hear the chatter over the music or the other way around?”

“See, I’m not sure, I think that having it playing underneath the chatter, at least people will hear the instrumentals of it and hopefully understand the point I’m trying to make. Because the scene isn’t supposed to be a wild club with roaring music, it’s just a small bar in a hole in the wall town in Maine.”

“Then I think you’ve made your point.”

“You sure? Is it too clunky? I feel like it doesn’t blend well enough and Harrison’s gonna think it sounds ridiculous and I’ll have to redo it and then I’ll spend another night here when all I wanna do is go back to sleep and-,”

You didn’t realize you had worked yourself up, breath coming in short harsh gasps, your hands shaking against the keyboard until Tom’s hand curled around your wrist, sliding down to rest against the top of your hand.

“It’s okay, I think it sounds great. Then again I don’t know much about this stuff but it doesn’t take a genius to know that this sounds fantastic.”

“You sure?”

Tom nods, his hand just a firm presence on your upper arm.

“Okay, yeah, I uh, I’ll wait to hear it in the space before I make a decision but yeah.”

You relax against his touch, playing the next clip.

“Is that Cupid?” Tom grins, listening to the beginning notes.

“Yep, Harrison gave me a very specific set of songs for transitions, I think this is pretty fitting going from Sad and Glad to This Hurts.”

“Hmm, fitting. What other songs do you have?”

“Thank God I Found You.”

“Okay, that’s between this one and Getting it Back? Right?”

“Yeah, hey, why don’t you sound design?”

“Because these buttons and whatever? I have no idea what’s happening on your laptop,” Tom laughs, resting his head on your shoulder.

“You’re tired,” you comment.

“Only a little,” he rubs his eyes with his other hand.

“Come on, you should go to bed.”

“No, wanna listen to the music,” Tom whines and you roll your eyes.

“I don’t want you drooling on my shoulder,” you laugh, nudging him slightly.

“Fine, at least let me walk you back, don’t want you crashing in two hours and sleeping here.”

“You’re right,” you sigh, closing your laptop.

Tom hands you your headphones and waits as you pack up your bag.

He brings the mugs back to the Night Owl before falling in step with you out of the library.

“I have a question,” Tom asks, the backs of his knuckles brushing against the back of your own. You feel his finger twitch against yours, almost instinctively reaching for it. All it would take was the twitch of yours and you’d feel the warmth of his hand in yours.

But it’s late and you’re tired and you don’t want to run into anyone you might know, anyone who might get back to Harrison that you and Tom were holding hands. So you take a slight step to the side so your hands aren’t even brushing anymore.

“Okay, shoot.”

And Tom notices, of course he notices, even just the slightest movement that brings you farther away from him. And he huffs out a sigh before crossing his arms over his chest.

“Nevermind, it’s uh, not important.”

“Oh.”

And silence fills the air, cold and biting like the wind, waiting for either of you to say something as you crossed the quad, walking across the street, no traffic at midnight on a Monday.

“Everything you, uh, say is important,” you mumble as you increase your pace, damn it, now you just sound like a mom trying to comfort her insecure kid.

Tom’s silent as you round the corner to your building.

“Okay thanks for uh, for walking me back,” you speak up as you get to the landing on the stairs for his floor.

“Anytime,” Tom smirks, dropping his arms, leaning his head to meet yours, he kisses you, lips insistent as his hands grip your shoulders, pushing you back against the wall.

“Stop,” you push him off, brushing past him and up the stairs.

“What? I can’t kiss you?” Tom asks angrily, feet stomping behind you.

“Not here! Not in public! Especially right where Harrison might show up!”

“Would that be such a bad thing? If Harrison knew?” Tom asks, watching as you fumble with the lock on your door before pushing it open.

“Because!” You try to keep your voice down but everything was just so frustrating. You wanted to tell him, you really did, tell him you were scared Harrison would think it’s a bad idea, whatever this was.

“Go on, tell me,” Tom follows you into your room, closing the door behind him.

Part of you is aching to tell him to leave, to just leave you be and let yourself wallow in the anguish of unspoken words.

The other part sets your backpack on the ground by your bed, taking a step back as Tom steps forward.

“Cat got your tongue?” He laughs, watching as you sway from foot to foot.

“Because if I tell Harrison, then it’s-,”

“What?”

One step backward from you, legs pressed against the edge of your bed.

He walks towards you, a glint of a smile on his face as he sets his backpack on the ground.

“Then it’s real?” He asked, tilting his head to the side as his hand rested on your hip.

“Maybe,” you breathe out as he pulls you close, body flush with his.

“Oh darling, it was real since the first time I kissed you,” Tom smiles that dazzling smile that you’re sure wooed every girl he’s ever been with because it was starting to do the same to you, stomach doing nervous flip flops as he kissed you.

Real.

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aweebwrites · 5 years

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The Good Life pt. 2

Part 1

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“Hey Nya. Getting a head start?” Jay says as he rolled up the sleeves of his engineer uniform, already seeing her inside the prototype.

“Yep. Just checking a few algorithms.” She says, fingers moving quickly over the interface of the device she had plugged into the vehicle.

“Nice. How's Harumi?” He asked as he went over to the tool shelf nearby.

Nya adopted her with Skylor last year. There was a freak incident and the apartment complex she and her parents lived in collapsed. She and few others had survived but her parents weren't any of the few.

“She's doing a lot better recently. Private school turned out to be the best thing for her, you know?” Nya says, still focused on the device. “The nightmares have lessened too. It's a slow recovery but it'll be worth it in the end. Maybe soon, we could set up a play-date for them both. Maybe it'll go better than the last one.” She says, grimacing at the memory.

Jay grimaced too. Harumi was upset that Lloyd got to have 4 parents when she didn't have any. At the time, she didn't consider Nya and Skylor as her parents. Cue Lloyd yelling back that his real parents were dead too and so was every single blood family member he had. Then Harumi yelled ‘at least you had family!’ and Lloyd had yelled the same and then they had both began crying and wouldn't stop. Those two months were rough since Lloyd started to disassociate and withdraw, not to mention the re-emergence of his nightmares. They heard pretty much the same was for Harumi but she threw temper tantrums instead. Jay had wished Lloyd would throw temper tantrums. He wouldn't talk to them or even look at them. It really distressed all four of them and had even caused them to one of the biggest fights they've had in a while. Eventually they all broke down and cried it out then camped out in the living room, watching Lloyd's cartoons.

“I'd have to check with Lloyd first but if they're both up for it, I don't see why not.” Jay says as he walked over with his tray of tools then laid back on the low board with wheels before sliding under the car, flipping on the built in light.

“Then it's a plan. I should drop in and say hi. Knock some sense in my brother if you guys need it.” She commented and Jay chuckled as he made sure the engine was in top shape.

“Don't worry. Lloyd can do that pretty well.” He says with a grin. “He still hasn't stopped calling him old man.” Jay snickered and Nya smiled, setting the device aside and getting out.

“Move over. Let's get to work.” Nya says and Jay grins, doing so.

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“You owe us lunch for covering for you that entire hour today.” Tox says as Kai clocked out for today.

“Fair enough. For now, I gotta go pick my kid up from school.” Kai says, slipping his security hat off and sliding it into his bag.

“Alright. Tell the kid I said don't do drugs.” Tox says and Kai paused mid walk then looked back at her.

“He's only 8.” He says, a little horrified.

“So? I was smoking-”

“Alright, alright. I get your point.” Kai says, a little disturbed but not surprised.

She was well known in middle school and most of high school for her no caring attitude and her smoking and drinking. Turns out her family wasn't the best but a large group of them had befriended her anyway and got her to stop self destructing.

“See you tomorrow!” He called over his shoulder before hurrying out.

He then checked his watch real quick once he was next to his bike.

“Alright. Still early. As long as there's no traffic, I should be there in no time.” He grinned then got on and rode off.

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“The old man is late.” Lloyd says from where he was seated outside, waiting for Kai to get here now that school was over.

“My dad is always late.” Gene says from next to him, Brad already picked up by his mom. “Always doing science and forgetting then getting here an hour after school's out. He's so predictable.” He says with a scowl.

Lloyd looked at him as he hung his head with a sneer. Things between he and his dad have always been rough since his mom left a long time ago. Lloyd tries to make him feel better by reminding him that his dad does try but… He can only do so much. Lloyd looked up when a car pulled up and blinked in surprise then smirked.

“Well. He certainly wouldn't have rushed here in a panic if he didn't care.” Lloyd says lightly and Gene looked at him confused.

“Son!” Gene's head snapped up to see his father rushing over to him.

“Dad? Why are you-” Gene was cut off by him instead picking him up.

“I'm sorry son. I tried to make it on time but there was this massive build up in traffic and I couldn't get out of it and…” Gene looked at his dad surprised still then down at Lloyd who only smirked.

He then looked back at his father with a sense of guilt.

“It doesn't matter dad.” He says, cutting the rambling man off and he looked crestfallen. “You're here, aren't you?” Gene added with a small smile that lit up his father's face.

Lloyd watched wistfully as they hugged then looked down sadly.

I wished he had that…

He lifted his head once he heard the sound of a bike approaching. He looked alarmed to see Kai hopping off the bike before it even came to a stop.

“Shouldn't you be more car-”

“Are you ok?! I didn't expect all of Ninjago City square to be packed with traffic! I'm so late! Did anything happen to you?” Kai asked, holding him close after sweeping him off his feet.

Huh.

Lloyd smiled.

“Take it easy old man. You're just 20 minutes late. I'm ok.” Lloyd says, patting his chest.

“Way to ruin the moment Lloyd.” Kai huffed, carrying him over to where his bike was laying on it's side, still running.

“Yeah? You'll only be a moment if you don't hurry home. Daddy'll get worried.” Lloyd says and Kai had to refrain himself from swearing.

“You're right. Let's go.” Kai says, setting Lloyd down then putting his bike to stand then taking off the green helmet for Lloyd and putting it on for him.

He then swing into his bike and allowed Lloyd to sit in front of him since having him sit behind made him anxious. He couldn't see him that way.

“Ready?” Kai asked him, putting up the kickstand.

“Ready.” Lloyd grinned, holding on to the silver part of the handles.

“Alright. Here we go.” Kai says then pulled out, driving significantly slower than he does on his own.

Even though he doesn't want to get yelled at by his worried boyfriends, he'd rather take caution with their kid and arrive even later instead.

“Did you get homework today?” Kai asked from the speaker in the full mask helmet.

“Yeah. But only for social studies. I have to draw the solar system.” Lloyd says, pretending as if he was the one driving. “She says we can color them if we want.” He added.

“Nice. Do you need any help?” Kai asked and Lloyd had a flashback of all the projects and school work Kai has helped him with that somehow always ended up on fire.

“I'm- that's ok old man. I've- I've got this.” Lloyd says with a grimace.

“Is this about the fire thing?” Kai asked, brow arched under his helmet.

“What do you think?”

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“It's strange for Kai to be late. Do you think something happened to him?” Zane asked, pacing up and down.

“N- ah. Nope. I just- ugh- think he may be- right there!- just running late is all.” Cole says, in a state of bliss from his place laying on the ground on a blanket with Zane pacing the length of his back.

“It's almost been an hour. If he doesn't get here by three then-” Zane cut himself off once her heard an approaching bike. “Oh thank goodness.” He sighed, walking off of Cole’s back and slipping his slippers on.

“Well. There goes my back massage.” Cole sighed, not bothering to get up.

“Lloyd! Welcome home.” Zane greeted at the door, his arms opened for his usual welcome back hug.

“Thanks!” Lloyd grinned, wasting no time to collect his hug.

Zane gave him a squeeze and pressed a kiss to his forehead.

“Why don’t you go help your dad out. He needs someone to step on his back.” Zane says and Lloyd grinned mischievously.

“Ok!” He yelled as he ran inside.

Kai walked up to Zane sheepishly.

“Kai Smith.” Zane says with both hands on his hips, narrowing his eyes at said boyfriend.

“To be fair, it wasn’t my fault. There was a huge traffic build up in Ninjago City.” Kai says sheepishly, parking his bike.

“To be fair, there’s something known as calling! I was so worried! The last time you ran this late, we were running to a hospital because you got into an accident.” Zane whispered the last bit, remembering the raw fear he got receiving that call from the hospital.

While it was some drink driver that hit him directly off his bike, Zane couldn’t help but feel paranoid every time Kai was later than normal- which was a rare thing. Kai may not know it but his daily commute is like clockwork. He always reaches home with Lloyd at 2:20, give or take five minutes. During night shift, he always comes home just in time to take Lloyd to school. Anything outside of his usual time gives Zane anxiety. Usually a phone call fixes that but he didn’t want to risk calling him while he was driving. Especially with their son.

“Oops…” Kai winced, scratching the back of head sheepishly before walking forward and taking Zane’s hand in his. “I messed up and I’m sorry. I promise I’ll call next time I’m running late.” He says sincerely and Zane sighed but nodded.

Maybe he was overthinking things but he had a really good thing here. He wants things to stay that way.

“Alright.” He sighed and Kai grinned then pecked his lips.

“How about I make things up to you and cook tonight?” Kai suggested and Zane thought on it.

Kai was the only other person in the house who could make food that actually tasted good and isn’t both burnt and under-cooked… Despite his knack for setting things on fire simultaneously…

“Alright.” Zane nodded, leading him in by the hand. “Oh. Jay called earlier. Nya will be dropping by for a visit.” He told him before they both paused to see Lloyd quite literally jumping on Cole’s back.

“S-save me…” Cole wheezed out, reaching a hand towards them as Zane smiled fondly and Kai snickered.

“I think you can handle this on your own.” Kai says then headed upstairs to change.

“No, Zane! Don’t leave me too!” Cole got out as Lloyd stomped on his back.

“Alright. That’s enough Lloyd.” Zane says, swinging Lloyd up and off Cole’s back, making him sigh in relief.

“I’m not a little kid anymore you know. You guys don’t have to keep picking me up.” Lloyd says with his chin on Zane’s shoulder as he carried him upstairs.

“I beg to differ.” Zane says, amused as they headed into his room that was filled with Fritz Donnegan posters up along with other characters from his favorite comic series Starfarer. “You’ll always be our little boy, even when you grow up big and strong like Cole. And I thought you liked to be carried. Do you need us to stop?” He asked, genuinely curious.

“I never- Well.. if you guys don’t mind doing it then I guess I don’t mind either.” Lloyd mumbled and Zane hid his smile.

“Alright then. I’ll go make you a snack while you get changed. Don’t forget to bring your homework with you.” Zane says, setting him down on his bed then pressed a kiss to his forehead.

Lloyd watched as Zane went before flopping back against his bed. He couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face. Four dads that loved him… He may miss his real dad to bits but at least he had them… In a way… This really feels like the good life people talk about so often about…

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“What’s on the menu chef Smith?” Cole asked, wrapping his arms around Kai’s waist, pressing him against his toned body.

“Not me so you might wanna loosen up before Lloyd hurls.” Kai says with a smirk and Cole glanced over at Lloyd sitting at the kitchen island with his toys, looking at them in disgust.

“Alright, alright.” Cole pouted before heading out to the living space where Zane was.

“What are you cooking old man?” Lloyd asked, setting his Fitz Donnegan figure to stand.

“Salmon and steak.” Kai says as he slipped on mittens then opened the oven.

He flipped the slices again and closed it.

“I’m almost done and Nya should be here any second now.” Kai says, proud of his cooking.

“... Do you think she’ll bring Harumi?” Lloyd asked in a low, troubled voice and Kai paused to look at him.

“No. She and Jay are coming directly from work…” Kai told him. “Do… You want her to?” He asked tentatively.

“Not really…” Lloyd mumbled, squeezing his sludge figures.

Kai set aside the mittens and walked over to Lloyd, resting a hand on his head.

“That’s ok kiddo. Whenever you’re ready.” He says gently then smiled as Lloyd looked up at him. “You know me and your dads love you Lloyd. We won’t force you into anything you don’t want to do- not unless it’s for your own good.” He added once Lloyd opened his mouth, most likely to complain about cold medicine.

“Whenever you’re both ready, you can start over fresh. But for now, what do you think about cake for desert?” Kai says, spotting it in the fridge earlier.

“Cake time?” Cole asked, poking his head into the kitchen and Kai snorts.

“Not yet you dork.” He says and Cole slouched before slinking away.

“You’re one to talk old man.” Lloyd huffed.

“Why you little-” Lloyd giggled as Kai swung him up then settled him on his back. “There. That’s what you get for calling me an old man.” Kai says then returned to the stove.

“It’s hardly a punishment when you think about it.” Lloyd mumbled into Kai’s shoulder, holding onto him tightly as he cooked.

“I know.” Kai says and Lloyd smiled.

‘You’re so sappy papa…’

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(Tada! All done! I am polyninja trash and I am proud! UwU. Yes Lloyd calls Kai Papa in his had but he’s a little tease who likes when Kai gets mad about it. Anyways, I hope you guys like it!)

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paperclipninja · 5 years

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Younger post-ep ramble 6x08

When episodes of TV shows are touted as 'epic' or 'game changing' I tend to proceed with caution, because chances of it living up to the hype are generally pretty slim. When it comes to Younger though, I should know better than to doubt such claims and 'Debu-taunt' (another pun-tastic title btw) really has changed the game and delivered some of the most poignant and meaningful character interactions of the series. This week's episode got back to the core of what this show is about: the female friendships in all their complexity. We saw lovely moments that deepened Diana and Liza's romantic relationships too of course, but these ultimately amplified the supportive and supporting role the men play in the women's lives. I've gotta say, I found this week's ramble hard to write because where do you start with an episode you've been anticipating for so long? The beginning, let's start at the beginning...

The episode opens with Liza and Charles living out some kind of domestic morning fantasy (minus the grapefruit for me thanks) and seeing the townhouse kitchen area in the daylight was something new, it's so much bigger than I realised! The entire scene is so aesthetically pleasing, particularly the Charles-in-a-vest-and-shirt situation as well as coordination of tie and Liza's dress, but of course it serves the far greater purpose of letting us know that Liza has fully integrated into the lives of Nicole and Bianca, right down to helping with homework and offering to drop a forgotten report off at school. It has been quite a few seasons since we saw or heard from the Brooks children and I fully appreciate catching a glimpse of Charles in dad-mode on the phone to Bianca, it's easy to forget that these characters have these other dimensions to their lives (speaking of which, is there some kind of alert out for Caitlin at this point? The lack of texts or calls or mentions is curious...Caitlin, if you're reading this, we're not mad, just let us know you're ok). Charles' gratitude to Liza for going to the school naturally makes my sappy heart swell, the 'I don't deserve you' only made better by his tardiness not being enough to stop him going back for a second kiss goodbye.

Pesky climate change forces Liza to discover she does not have a coat at Charles', but fortunately for her there is an entire closet full of coats, which naturally she does not question and is definitely not some kind of set up for a run in with the ex. Except it is of course and even as a viewer I wanted the floor to open up and swallow me watching Pauline ask Liza if the unexpectedness of their run in is why she is wearing her coat (seriously, I'm overwhelmed with second hand embarrassment typing this). Also, what was Pauline doing there? Just hanging out at the school for reasons or was she lurking in case Charles turned up with the report so she could catch a peek of him in a three-piece? While this remains a mystery (though who could blame her lbh), Pauline's desire to 'bury the hatchet' with Liza was def suspicious, but a nice distraction from the cringe-worthy, 'Bianca mentioned that she had two mommies' comment Mrs. Clipper makes before it's decided that Liza should be added to the pick-up list as she will 'be around for the long haul'. I am so grateful to see Liza showing that she is committed to and wants the life she has chosen with Charles in this episode. Regardless of what happens down the track, it's nice to see this character backing her own choices and decisions for now.

Any seasoned television watcher's alarm bells no doubt went off when Pauline cited the divorce negotiations as 'more or less behind us' (and again when Charles mentioned that 'it seems the worst is over' at the coffee station) because we all know that in the land of TV this 100% means it's only a matter of time before they will not be.

Keeping in the theme of wonderful character interactions, I may never get used to Charles and Liza just hanging out in the office (particularly Charles hovering around as an editor instead of the boss, but I am here for it until the end of time) and his adoring gaze as Liza recalls the awkward horror of her interaction with Pauline is topped off with a shared Harry Potter appreciation moment and honestly, these two and their nerd love, I cannot. The way the conversation about Liza moving in unfolded was so natural and yes, the answer is ALWAYS YES Liza when Charles Brooks suggests starting each day waking up together (insert swoon here). It turns out Liza doesn't overthink it, cue guilt pie and Pinot Noir with Maggie.

These two are friendship goals times a thousand and Maggie's unwavering support upon hearing Liza talk about how she knows it's fast but it feels right epitomises the way these two only want one another's happiness (even if Maggie's expression as Liza goes to call Charles and tell him she will be moving in indicates she is going to very much miss her roommate). I loved hearing about and imagining them drinking wine and binging The Great British Bake Off and just how well they know and value one another, ugh, I could not gush more about all of it and this whole exchange felt like such a treat. I was envisioning Kelsey moving in once Liza moved out and I'm still holding out hope for this to happen when Liza does eventually make the move (remaining optimistic on this one even though I do pine for Liza/Maggie loft moments).

The sneak peek for this week showed us yet another golden interaction and that was, of course, Diana telling Charles about her engagement to Enzo. The main takeaways are a) Diana referring to herself as Charles' work wife and Charles's amused smile; b) Diana asking Charles for his blessing and him not really knowing why but giving it and; c) the longest hug in the world as Diana coaxes Charles into announcing her engagement to the office. I love that the interactions between these two always have a slightly awkward undertone but there is genuine care and warmth too. Diana telling Charles that he has always been able to read her like a book (lol) and the two sitting there with their hands together was just such a testament to their fabulously wacky relationship.

What better way to ensure that any DRAH-MAH unfolds in an overwhelmingly public forum than the morning meeting reveal that there is a Publishers Weekly Debutante Ball (for first time authors) thrown every year! Turns out this is the event of the season, despite it being the first time Liza has heard about it (to be fair she has probs been distracted by the faux millennial facade previous years so didn't clock that this was a legit thing). I am digging Kelsey heading up and holding her own in these meetings, she is definitely stepping up to her new role it seems and I am keen to see how it continues to develop. And those little looks across the conference room table between Charles and Liza, I see you.

Zane's gears still seem stuck on obnoxious since last ep, first throwing in Jake Devereux as a suggested author for the deb (a clear jab at Kelsey) and then putting his foot in it after hearing Diana's news by suggesting that DeLuca is 'better than Trout'. First of all, who in their right mind would say that out loud, let alone assume an established woman in her 40's (or any woman for that matter) is going to take a new husband's surname? Though Diana DeLuca is pretty great, I could definitely see her using it as an alias during future hi-jinx (preferably with Liza now that they can be actual proper friends, but I'm getting ahead of myself).

Right from the get go Her Majesty D. Trout is taking none of Zane's rubbish, asking him to use his words when he finally offers up PTB as a deb option and her zero tolerance for insolence continues when she corrects his question of who she's engaged to with, 'to whom'. At this stage of my love for this character, I'm really just wondering what sized portrait of Diana I should put in my shrine to her. This all comes out after Charles is prompted to announce Diana's big news (I'm kind of loving that Charles is a bit hopeless at remembering these sorts of details, last week when he'd failed to mention Bob and Julia would be on their table, then this week with the announcement...soon enough we'll be regaling ourselves with a collection of these, and we'll laugh and shake our heads as we mutter 'classic Chaz' under our breath) and it is of course Liza's reaction that is next level and so freaking OTT and I love it with every fibre of my being. Seriously, her yell-cheering and clapping is me in any excitement-inducing situation. My love for her love of Diana starts here and embarks on one hell of a ride from here onward during this ep.

While this episode certainly had a more serious tone than some others (I think this was definitely emphasised by the music choices too, there was a distinct lack of the usual pop/vocal and much more instrumental), Liza following Diana into her office semi-screeching, 'I'm so excited, why aren't you more excited?' met by Diana's 'Liza, please deactivate yourself', was hilarious. Diana asked Liza to be maid of honour in a way only Diana could and I tell you what, I damn delighted in that one hug a year. Everything about this scene was SO good, which of course meant that there was a dagger waiting right around the corner to plunge into our rib-cages and shatter our hearts into a million pieces (I wish I was being dramatic but where is the lie?)

That dagger's name is Pauline and it's during lunch that Liza discovers her real motivation for being all chummy and that is wanting Liza to help with her new book. Always a smart cookie, Liza agrees, in exchange for Pauline attending the Debutante Ball as Millennial's deb (I have to admit I did chuckle with the 'do you need to borrow a dress?' line). Despite dodgy af being Pauline's general modus operandi, I actually do think she was being sincere in her initial offer to move forward and let the whole 'you're-now-with-my-husband-and-my-kids-love-you-maybe-more-than-me-because-I-abandoned-them-for-a-year-at-a-pivotal-point-in-their-development' thing slide for the sake of maintaining some sort of relationship with her soon-to-be ex-husband and their children. If only she knew that the reason Liza understood her better than any of her current editors was because they were basically the same age and had similar life experiences...

...well THANK GOD for Mrs. Clipper, the true villain of the episode if you ask me, who quite frankly can't seem to get her paws on that copy of Liza's drivers license fast enough after Pauline tells her that men in her circle are always leaving their wives for assistants in their twenties. I might be off on an island on my own here, but you know what, I actually felt sorry for Pauline in this moment. In her mind Charles has also been deceived and by extension, her children, so I completely understand her initial reaction and feeling that she needs to tell Charles immediately and rescue him from this betrayal.

That all goes down at the Debutante Ball because it must of course, but first we catch Kelsey, Lauren and Zane reminiscing about their own proms at this prom for grown ups, with Lauren here for it and we unsurprisingly discover Zane was prom king (I heart Lauren's 'that tracks' comment). You always know whatever's about to go down is extra EXTRA when you see a couple of characters blissfully happy and unaware everything is about to implode, such as Charles and Liza celebrating their moving-in milestone, before Liza is whisked away backstage. When Charles is confronted by frantic Pauline and she discovers he knew about the lie too, I could imagine that up until that point she thought this would be something that would bond them in outrage, but it ended up being just another blow. While Pauline clearly has impulse issues and a pretty prominent vindictive streak, I do think it's one thing to wrap her head around her husband falling in love with a younger woman (though I do not understand on what planet Pauline thought she could piss off for a year on her own terms with zero communication and then just return to her life and there would be no upheaval) but the discovery that it was someone she could consider a peer would cut deeper.

As Pauline latched on to Liza's arm, it was like watching a live animal being led into the lion enclosure at dinner time. I'm breaking out in a stress sweat just thinking about this scene, even though you could see it coming it was utterly shocking to watch unfold. The announcer emphasising that theirs was the only partnership in which the mentor was younger ensured the dagger was perfectly lined up before Pauline once again applied some revisionist history to her abandonment of the family, making a point of coming across as the blameless victim whose husband was 'lost' to the assistant standing beside her. As Pauline keeps talking Charles is clearly wary and concerned about where this is going and Kelsey quickly clues in just as Pauline drops that Liza is in fact 42 years old and the entire room gasps and murmurs and revels in the audacious reveal.

Enter Diana and that dagger is twisted well and truly into my fragile heart as she immediately assumes that 'this woman is deranged' and jumps to the defence of Liza, despite Charles and Liza trying to stop her. The fact that Diana tells Charles that she will not let this woman 'slander us', that she sees them as one united team, and holds Liza in such high esteem that she would put her own fear of making a scene aside to protect Liza's integrity, only made Liza's confirmation that 'it's true' even more heart-shattering. Miriam Shor deserves every damn award created for her acting in this entire episode, but the last 10 minutes in particular are nothing short of phenomenal. When Diana realises that Charles and Kelsey knew and that she had just made a spectacle of herself in front of a room full of the most important people in publishing, her need to escape is understandable and a panic attack is not an unreasonable physical response to such a huge revelation in such a public forum (I mean I was basically having one watching it all tbh).

Enzo's relief upon hearing that it was a panic attack is palpable and the interaction between him and Diana in the hospital may well be my favourite between these two yet. We see Diana as we've never seen her in this series; vulnerable, emotional, no necklace and no makeup. Always one to deliver a stellar line, her response to Enzo's 'how are you?', 'I'm fine, I've just lost trust in humanity as a whole, but other than that I'm fine', was on point and Enzo's response that 'she looks good' when Diana shares Liza's true age was A+ (for line and delivery). It is Diana's embarrassment at being that 'village idiot' when everybody else knew (I really wanted to somehow jump into my screen in that moment and tell her that Lauren and Zane didn't know either, it's not just you!) that took my heart pieces and trampled on them some more. I think it's because she is always so composed and controlled, but seeing Diana holding onto Enzo and saying that she just wants him, demonstrates how much he steadies her and allows her to be herself.

Just outside the room, Charles and Liza face a step back as Pauline has phoned to say she wants to re-visit the custody agreement (which I really struggle to see the relevance of or how Liza saying she was younger is anywhere near as bad as up and leaving your two small children for a year but sure, I'll play along for the sake of drama), which means that they cannot move in together as planned, Liza's lie has now impacted the man she loves as well as Diana and Charles feels responsible for Pauline exposing Liza the way she did. Liza reassuring Charles that he was just protecting her and the way he pulled her in to comfort her made any remnants of my shattered heart swell. It was such a tender moment between them and there was something about the parallel of Enzo comforting Diana in the room at the same time, whether intentional or not, that really stressed the uncertainty and distress both women were experiencing.

Josh phoning Liza to give her a hard time about being an upper East side lady was actually a really nice way to see this friendship developing (I would definitely expect my friends to do that) because had the timing not been so atrocious, I assume it would've been an otherwise pleasant conversation in which he would be happy for her (that's what I'm going with anyway). Obviously this call was to show that Liza's lie has once again stonewalled her and stopped her being able to move forward in her life and that she feels she's messed up everything at work and for Charles with his kids. Since learning that there were a number of deleted scenes, including the one in which Diana got her engagement ring, I must say that I feel like the phone call could probably have been omitted in lieu of progressing Diana's story for this episode and the choice to include it definitely feels like an extremely contrived attempt to stoke the triangle.

The fallout from the age reveal will no doubt play out over the coming episodes, however Lauren and Zane are still trying to wrap their heads around it the next morning (and again Zane, why on EARTH do you think you would've been someone who should know this information? I think I can count on one hand the number of conversations I've seen Liza and Zane have. Actually, no I can't because it's so few I can't even remember one) but I will say that I paused on the article Lauren is reading and Jackie Dunn has given a statement in it and this show, I swear, it outdoes itself even when no-one might notice. I appreciated Kelsey's itchy scalp to emphasise the stress of the situation and Lauren addressing Liza as 'Ma'am' was pretty darn funny (though I am a bit surprised at Lauren's reaction. I thought she'd be more intrigued and want to know all the details of how she did it etc.) But it is the final 3 minutes of this week's episode that absolutely blew me away and left me quite literally crying on the train as I watched.

There have been moments that have made me tear up and certainly times when character interactions have held such meaning on this show that the feelings are many, but there really never has been a scene like the one between Diana and Liza at the end of this week's episode of Younger. Diana's minimal make up and jewellery emphasised the rawness and realness of the entire exchange. Diana saying that she wouldn't have hired Liza if she'd known and Liza being able to say, 'exactly', made the point of why she told the initial lie so simply. In that moment Diana can understand Liza's need to lie about her age, but it is Diana's search for why, beyond that initial deceit, did Liza fetch her coffee and lunch and her urine samples...and hold her hand on the red carpet and convince her to go after Enzo...that she needs to know if everything else was real or was it part of the ploy to uphold the lie. Seeing Diana with her heart on her sleeve, needing to know if her perception of their relationship was a farce, was one of the most powerful moments, if not THE most powerful moment of this series.

The resolution, that ‘honesty is the best policy’ and that Liza is no longer her maid of honour but her ‘old maid of honour’ could not have been more perfect. And in case I wasn’t already a blubbering mess, Diana’s emotional, ‘I just want to say...’ which Liza instinctively answered with, ‘I love you too’ did me in completely and honestly, the whole thing is so sublime, what an absolute gift. No words I write can do justice to the incredible performances of Miriam Shor and Sutton Foster so I really can only suggest you go and watch the final scene again for yourself.

This episode of Younger really was something else. After five and a half seasons, Liza is finally free from her lie, she can FINALLY live her life without wondering if or when or how it is going to catch up with her. It feels like a big sigh of relief. For me this episode also showed how much more compelling it is for the drama to sit in the space of these women navigating friendships and work dynamics and how much the focus on the triangle detracts from what this show is actually about. It's not that often you get to watch an episode of a show you love and think, 'that episode is going to go down as one of the best in the series', but 'Debu-taunt' will without a doubt hold it's place as one of the best.

#youngertv #younger tv #younger season 6 #ramble #review #6x08 #liza miller #diana trout #charles brooks #enzo deluca #love #friendship #team charles

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Red. [1]

Red (n.)

Red could signify the color of love, passion, determination, and strength. Red could also signify blood, fire, war, desire and energy. Red is an emotionally intense color.

Title: Red

Words: 4.7k

AU: Yandere/Obssessive relationship

Characters: Jungkook x Reader. Hoseok x Reader. OT7.

Warnings: 17+ explicit language, angst!angst!angst!, slight implications of smut, some fluff and soft moments (super fucking sappy), noona kink (if you squint reaaaaally hard), yandere/obsessive relationship (this isnt a healthy relationship and i dont promote any of this), mentions of killing, hallucinations, has very descriptive angst!!

Summary: “After the things that happened, you decided to start anew. Everything was how you thought it would be; it was simple but perfect–until you saw your name on a black envelope. Out of curiosity, you opened it; and now, you wish you didn’t.”

LIST FOR RED

CHAPTER 1

You held your phone to your ear using your shoulder. You huffed as you tried to multi-task being on the phone, walking to class and carrying a shoulder bag, laptop, books and a cup of coffee in your arms. “Can you please just do it? I have to head back to Jimin’s because he left his wallet.”

“____, as much as I love you, I will not go to your brother’s house without you. You know the look he gives me for being with you already– and you want me to go there to drop off your boxes for you.” You chuckled as he rambled and emphasized on the task you requested him to do.

“Babe, that’s just how he looks at everyone, okay? And plus, you’re bigger than him. I remember having a man for a boyfriend not a baby.” you giggle as you teased him.

“For fucks sake, ____, Your brother is a fucking cop. He looks like he hates me and he is a licensed official who can put me behind bars for, I don’t know, laughing at you when you do some stupid shit” You laugh at this because you know you’re one hell of a klutz.

“I’ll give you a blowjob if you do it” You whispered into the phone, nonchalantly. As expected, there is a small pause until you heard a groan.

“Fine, I’ll do it. You owe me big time, baby girl.”

You ended the call and texted your brother saying that Jungkook is heading over to drop off your things for your parents.

—

Bro

[12:34] Y/N: yoon

[12:34] Y/N: Jk is heading over there to bring my stuff

[12:35] Y/N: u home right?

[12:37] Bro: Nah

[12:37] Bro: not home work called but Mina is home she shuld be awake

[12:38] Y/N: Mkay ill tell him

[12:40] Bro: 👍🏻

—

Jeon♡

[12:45] Y/N: Hes not home but Mina is

[12:47] Jeon♡: Ok yessssss

[12:47] Jeon♡: but im still expecting something 👀

[12:47] Y/N: fck outta here jeon and do what u gotta do

[12:47] Jeon♡: Damn ok live u

[12:47] Jeon♡: love*** ♥️♥️

[12:48] Y/N: 🥰 love you 2

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You shoved your phone in your bag and walked to the library. The weather was really nice. it complimented how you were dressed up for today.

Thank God, it was just for today.

Your Art Club meeting is really gonna screw you up. You really hope you ace this meeting since you stayed up all night making the power point. You’re also drowning yourself in caffeine and hoping it doesn’t spill on your new blouse. The branded shirt costed you more than your monthly grocery; and it’s not like you find it a hassle to be stylish but it’s definitely something different. It’s way different than the go-to vans and a pair of jeans with the Uni’s hoodie. Oh how you wished that’s what you were wearing right now.

After the meeting, you walked up the steps and opened the door to the University’s library. You were greeted by Namjoon, who was on his way out.

“Hey, ____. What brings you here? It isn’t Thursday today, is it?” He asked you casually while checking his Gold Casio watch. Namjoon is used to your frequent visits to the library. After working in the library for 4 out of 5 years of his Uni life, he’s accustomed to seeing you on the same desk, at the second floor, by the window. Sometimes, you’re caught doing homework, checking out Literature books or books of Art History, or probably just reading a comic book or webtoon that Jungkook told you about.

“Oh no, It’s Tuesday but I just needed to catch up with some work” accidentally bumping your elbow to the door causing you to almost drop your books but luckily, Namjoon’s instincts were fast. You quietly thanked him. “I got math to do”

“Well then,” He turned and waved “Ms. Ryu is expecting me. Good luck with math”

“Alrightie, see ya”

You walked to your usual spot and placed your laptop on the desk. You opened it and typed in the password. You grinned at the screensaver.

Oh god, it never fails to make you smile.

It was a screenshotted picture of Jungkook with ice cream of his face on your second date. It was a funny memory if you recall what happened.

“Stopppp, you’re going too hard. I might fly up” You said giggling and holding on the seesaw like it meant your life depended on it. Technically, it kind of did.

“Okay okay, i’m sorry” he said laughing at how you looked.

Both of you continued using the seesaw while casually talking about nonsense like what if aliens came and decided to rule Earth or if there was a zombie apocalypse, what you would do.

“Now that I think about it, I would find it weird that there’s two grown adults using a seesaw and eating ice cream– BUT CUTE” saying it with emphasis.

“Your right, it’s not something you see everyday” He shrugged and laughed and went back to lick his ice cream.

“Yeah, you don’t see muscle pig tatted good looking e-boy eating ice cream while using a seesaw, everyday” You teasingly said.

“What was that?” He said looking at you. You knew that he heard because his ears were starting to turn red but it didn’t stop his lips altering to a smile hearing the compliment. It was probably even boosting his ego hearing that the girl he likes called him good looking. He knew that and he always, mentally, thanked his parents and the Man above for mixing his genes well.

“Huh?” biting your lip, smiling and trying not to laugh “Oh nothing” shaking your head. You took out your phone to take a snapchat video of him holding onto the seesaw with his ice cream cone on the other hand.

He urged you to repeat it, not because of what you said, but because of how the blush crept up your face as you said it. He noticed how red your cheeks has gotten and how you adorable it is to see you this flustered.

“Say it” he whined, exaggerating the act knowing that he was being recorded. He bounced a little hard on the seesaw which caused you to jump a little. He smirked at your shocked look.

“Hmm, You wanna play that game huh?” Still taking a video, you playfully copied what he did to you which caused him to jump a little forward and the ice cream on his hand, now on the ground. His chin and mouth covered in with the dessert and his black shirt having evidence of the incident.

“Awwww Jungkook, I’m sorry” You cooed and pouting at him. You couldn’t help but giggle at the sight in front of you as you walked towards him, zooming into his face. He had a fake pout and a slight smile. Putting your phone at the back of your pocket, you took the napkin from around your cone and started to wipe his chin.

“I’m so sowwyyy”

He stared at you mischievously. You glanced into his eyes and continued to wipe his chin. He pulled your wrist down and held the sides of your face and gave you a peck on the lips. You gasp at the sudden kiss but also the feeling of the sticky sugar treat around your mouth.

“It’s okay, now we’re even” He said laughing at you, with the little pout on your face.

You smile at the memory. It reminds you how lucky you got when meeting Jungkook because not only is he caring, smart and loving, he can also be a dickhead who doesn’t take people’s shit. The duality, right? But hey, with the exception of your brother, Yoongi. He kind of isn’t ashamed to admit to you that your brother is quite intimidating and, sometimes, scare him. You’re pretty sure your brother also enjoys seeing Jungkook shit his pants whenever he sees him. His career choice, of being a police officer just adds up to the thrill of it. Although, Jungkook could be a bit younger than you, it doesn’t stop Yoongi from being protective of you. But that’s only if he is judging based on façade. Besides, he’s known Jungkook for long enough to know that he’s a keeper.

The loud sound of a book falling by the computer area brought you back to reality. You sighed and took out your math handout and begin on working out the problems.

“Now back to this shit.” You muttered. You didn’t mind doing your assignments and homework but what really irked you is that your professor never collects it. It was just the usual. He gives out assignments, expects you to do them and then pop quiz at the end of the month.

Taking a break, you leaned back into the chair and took a sip of the ice coffee you brought. You looked around while stretching and cracked your joints. It sent you a wave of relief throughout your body after solving, for God knows how long, algebra equations. You checked your phone and realized you’ve been sitting down, doing your work for 47 mins.

You stared out the window enjoying the scenery of the field and the school’s garden. What caught your eye is a group walking to the parking lot, but in this group you saw someone who thought would be familiar. You tilted your head trying to identify this person. It made you move closer to the window and you sat there with your chin on your hand, squinting your eyes for better focus. It was as if you were burning holes into this person’s back. Ironically, It was like he felt the heat behind him and he turned around. He turned around to face who could be his friends. Seeing his face, it sent chills down your spine. Blinking and shaking your head, thinking that you could be hallucinating or day-dreaming. You looked up again and couldn’t make out who they were because their friends were blocking the one who you wanted to see. Your mind became blank once again and you looked at your ice coffee.

“I really shouldn’t be drinking you, you’re starting to make me see things” you thought.

You thought that it could be the coffee. It’s already your 4th cup for the day. Although, at this rate, you don’t know if your body is immune to it because you still feel sluggish as you did this morning. You hold your head with both hands, elbows on the table, feeling a slight headache. It’s like feeling all your brain cells dying because of the caffeine overdose. You decided to shake it off and continue doing your work.

You were startled when the chair in front of you and beside you was pulled open and there sat Jimin and Taehyung. Your hands placed on your chest, you swore you that you just let out a loud shriek causing people to look at your direction.

“What the fu– don’t just randomly do that you shitheads” You whisper-yelled. You try to recover from the sudden appearance of the playful couple.

“We saw you here, hope you don’t mind we come and join you on your little study sesh”

“Not at all” You said “Oh yeah, here,” You searched in your bag for the thick leather wallet and handed it to him “Good thing you came”

"Thought you would be in class?” You asked while he shoves his wallet at the back of his pocket

“Well we finished early, Mr. Xing said he’s gonna call off for the day”

“Yeah, Poor man, been coughing all day and couldn’t sound out a syllable”

“What’s up, ____. Looking like you were shitting bricks before we gave you reason to shit bricks. What is that?” He came closer to check the assignment I was doing and to his dismay, it was math.

“Oou, well, that explains, but you good?”

“Yeah, head hurts and was thinking ‘bout some things” you mumbled.

“Well, you gotta stop overthinking, it gives you wrinkles. ‘N you know what they say about wrinkles~ they’re a sign of old age~”

“Wow, Thanks Tae” You rolled your eyes, chuckling at the two. You stayed in the library with Jimin and Taehyung talking and doing assignments and projects.

Now, you are found in Jimin’s car, releasing stress by singing your souls out to 2000s R&B. You insisted that you walk but, of course, he didn’t take no for an answer.

You were born in Daegu but your family moved to Seoul when you and Yoongi were very young. A few years ago, you decided to move in with your brother and his wife. Despite being born in the area, you felt out of place until you met Jimin and Taehyung. They were your the first set of friends that you met when you moved to Daegu. It was an easy friendship because not only that they attended DAU, Daegu Arts University, you three have the same Art History class. You’re not gonna lie but you might have had the slightest crush on Jimin during first year of Uni–that was until you find out the two were together. Hey, it didn’t hurt though, the two were like soulmates.

Checking your phone, you saw time was only 4:27 PM. You sighed realizing that you’ll have the apartment to yourself until Jungkook comes home, from his shift at the tattoo parlour, later tonight.

He was already working there when you met him. He moved away from Busan to pursue his dream in music. He asked his parents if he could move to Daegu and attend DAU. Of course, it took a toll on his parents but they let him do what he wanted. The best thing they could do was support their son on his dream; He aced a job at a tattoo parlour and he has little shows at the bars downtown, all while he was studying. He realized that it gave him satisfaction and he, secretly, took a break from school–which now, it led to him being a full-time worker at the well-known tattoo parlour. He finds that it’s nothing different if he would have finished; seeing that he didn’t need to be a college graduate to get his job. Despite those circumstances, his creativity and love for Art and Music gets him paid; and that’s what matters to him and you–that he’s happy.

“Alright,” You shut the door and tapped on the trunk “thanks boys, see you tomorrow?”

“Yeah, bye, _____. Sleep well tonight, You look too sleep deprived”

“I will, drive safe, text me when you’re home”

You walked up the stairs and reached your apartment. You entered the code of the door’s lock and the door makes sound, signaling you that the doors open. You entered, taking off your shoes and hanging your coat on the coat rack. Walking towards the living room, you put your bag on the ground next to the counter which separates the living room and kitchen. Plopping down on the couch, you sighed in relief of the feeling being home and laying at the soft surface. You focused on listening to the humming of the air conditioner and then you felt your eyelids becoming heavy with every tick of the clock.

You were awoken by the smell of food and it made you realize how hungry you were; smelling the food definitely made your stomach growl that you felt the strong vibrations. You sat up and looked around and adjusted your vision to the light. You turned around and saw Jungkook’s back. You stood up and quickly stretched and walked towards him. As you approached him, he turned around and noticed your sleepy figure about to engulf him, which was intended to be a back hug.

“Hi sleepy” He says. He placed the spoon and tupperware on the counter, hugged you back in return and left a kiss on your temple. You hummed and just hugged him tighter. Inhaling his scent of body soap and aftershave.

“Mina gave me some food when I went over there; She said you should try it and gave us a lot of it” You hummed in response.

“What is it?” Your voice husky from sleeping

“It’s a chicken stew. C’mon, get ready we’ll have dinner in a few, I’m already making rice”

“I wanna stay like this still” Your hold became tighter and he just rubbed your back. Your hunger was replaced by the feeling of ease and comfort in his embrace. You moved your face from his chest and faced him with your eyes closed and smiled at him.

“Don’t forget your little promise, baby.” He said while placing kisses all over your face. His hands sliding up and down your back and moved to grope your ass, giving it a little slap. Your eyes opened and fake disappointment washed over you.

“I really thought it was going to be a sweet moment, Jeon. You really had-” He cut you with a peck on the lips.“-to say that.” He chuckled.

“C’mon, Noona, I can be really sweet.” You rolled your eyes at him.

“Oh my god, you’re really fucking lucky I’m a sub or else, i would have-” You cut yourself off and you smirked at him.

“Hm, feisty now, isn’t she?” You remove yourself from him and grab a cup to drink a glass of water.

“I’m sorry, JK. I’m exhausted today. I promise, on date night, okay?”

“Something happened today? I saw how busted you look on the couch when I came home– didn’t wanna wake you until I finished heating up the food” Now it was his turn to hug you first. He sat on the stool and pulled you by your shirt and wrapped his arms around your waist. He stared at you with his doe eyes until you finished drinking and placing the glass on the counter.

“Just a club meeting but I didn’t sleep last night. I had to finish the powerpoint and afterwards, I went to the library to finish off somethin’. Jimin and Tae was with me though, no worries. They dropped me home too so.” You sighed and look at him.

“That was the meeting you were talking about right? How was it? How’d it go?” He asked

“Remember the man I told you about?” He hummed in response “Well, he seemed really impressed with my presentation and the art display we made and he spoke about visiting again,” You began playing with the long strands of his fluffy, wavy hair “He said that he’ll think about doing a workshop, all expenses paid, for learning art techniques and maybe even visiting the national museum”

“I’m proud of you, ____. I know you worked hard for that. You know, being the Co-President of the Art Club.” He gushes as he rubbed circle with his thumb on your waist.

“Oh my– stop, let me get changed” You tapped his chest and leaned forward to peck his nose.

You walked out the kitchen and headed to the bedroom and stripped to your underwear. You grabbed a towel heading to the bathroom for a quick shower. You gargled with some mouthwash and change into some boy shorts and Jungkook’s oversized sweatshirt.

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“____, the table’s ready!”

“Coming, coming!”

You skipped to the kitchen and sat on the high stool opposite of Jungkook’s. You both ate dinner and shoving the last chunk of carrot into your mouth, you stacked the dishes and placed them in the sink.

“Are you scheduled to play tonight?” You asked turned your head to him as you washed the utensils.

“Yeah, Hyung said to meet at the subway. I’ll probably head out at around 30 35 mins from now?” He said questioningly, turning to look at the wall clock. It was currently 7:50 PM.

“Yup, in 30 mins or so– oh and please don’t wait up for me again. Am not sure when I’m coming but I’ll come home before it hits 1, okay?” He informs you while he removes his top and heads to the bathroom.

A little story of Jungkook and Seokjin’s relationship, Seokjin is Jungkook’s good friend who helped him move to Daegu. Jungkook and Seokjin were pretty much like roommates before you came into the picture. Besides being roommates, the pair were performers at the local bar.

That’s also how you met Jungkook. You saw him and Seokjin performing a ballad when you were with your group of friends. Eunbi, your close friend and also Seokjin’s girlfriend, introduced you to them that same night. You thought he was very attractive–like duh, who wouldn’t? You both talked and got to know some things about each other and it led to both of you exchanging numbers, texting often, meeting up for coffee or lunch. Several months later, that’s when he decided to ask you to make it official. You would visit their apartment often; it can be whenever they practiced ballads and their self-composed songs or you guys decide to have a movie night with Seokjin and Eunbi. For others, it may sound like the relationship was rushed for deciding to live together 1 year and 3 months into the relationship. It didn’t feel wrong though–as cliche as it sounds. You felt that this new start was something just like you imagined it would be.

You were snapped out of your thoughts when Jungkook bent down to grab his bag that was next to you and to kiss your forehead.

“I’m heading out.” He slings the big black backpack on and walked towards the door. He stood by the front of the door struggling to put on his sneakers. “Sleep early my love” he sang stretching out each syllable. You giggled at the soft curse he did when he nearly stumbled over the slippers behind him.

“Take care,” You turned your head to look at him and to surprise you noticed his outfit. “Oh my.. Please tell me you have a light shirt in your bag. You really gotta stop wearing all black. It’s too dark outside kook. Trust me, I’ll really buy you some twinkle toes” You said worriedly, remembering the incident that almost happened a few days ago. Stupid driver + Late night + Boyfriend in dark clothing + Walking = Not a good combination.

“Don’t worry, _____. Look, I got the shoes with the light reflectors. It’s not twinkle toes but it’s something” He smugly said with hands on his hips. You couldn’t help but laugh at him.

“Okay, love you, text me if anything. Go sleep early for real, it’s an order”

“Love you too” You said sending him a flying kiss, to which he pretended to catch and smack on his cheek before he closed the door.

You decided to get ready for bed. You turned off the lights in the living room, kitchen and the mini hallway. You walked in the bathroom to do your skin care and brush your teeth. You walked in the bedroom while using your phone, checking for updates on your social media. Peeling the covers open, you laid down and tucked yourself in. You set an early alarm for the next day and put your phone down. You stared at the wall, deep in thought. You were reminded of the familiar face you saw when you were at the library. Yes, it’s been almost roughly 5 years but sometimes you can’t help but remember the painful memories. It was still vivid to you. You rubbed your face with your hands.

“I can’t believe you would do something like that. Do you not trust me?”

“___, What the fuck are you talking about? I trust you! Why are yo-” You scoffed.

“What do you mean, what the fuck I’m talking about, you know damn well what the fuck I’m talking about.” You turned to face him.

“____.” He calmly looks at you and held your arm but you pulled away.

“Why the fuck would you send threats to my classmate? I told you we were just doing a project and it’s not like we were alone… I don’t even know him that well for you to accuse me of something”

“I didn’t even accuse you of anything, ___. Stop saying shit right now.” He rolled his eyes and turned away from you. You looked at him is disbelief.

“So texting someone like ‘hey, im ___’s boyfriend, and i need you to back tf away from her. I see the way you look at her’ blah blah blah and ‘if not, i know where you live and i swear ill torture tf outta you’ is not a threat? You’re already accusing me and someone else for doing something we didn’t do” He noticed your rage and turned around and walked towards you.

“___, It’s not like that, i prom-” You cut him off

“And you pulled a knife on him…” You say softly.

“W-what? H-how… What are you saying right now, ___. You sound stupid” There was a pregnant pause until you couldn’t hold back a hiccup. Your tears running down your face.

“I saw you. In the parking lot. After you dropped me off, I was gonna run after you when I saw that I left my bottle behind and there you were…” You looked up at him with glossy eyes

“There was my fucking boyfriend with a knife on my classma–” You jokingly said, with enthusiasm, as you turned around waving your arms towards your boyfriend as if you were talking to an audience. You nervously chuckled at the situation. You were in disbelief that you couldn’t even finish your sentence. You choked back the sob.

That night was when you realized your boyfriend was fucking crazy. He was out of his mind. It was just like what those movies would talk about when the lead character has a girlfriend and she’s literally crazy; doing anything to get his attention. Except it was the opposite, it was him and definitely not you. What scares you the most is that, it happened, not twice, but more than 5 times. It’s not like how the movie depicts it to be anymore. It’s reality and much more scarier than that. He doesn’t know but you know he’s the one who stares at you from across the room of where you sat. You know, that he’s the reason why some people don’t talk to you the way they used to. It was all because of him your life started to feel like a living hell.

You shook the memories away. You checked your phone. 9:39 PM.

“That’s the past” You muttered to yourself.

“That’s way in the past, ___. You’re here now, Almost 5 years. You’re just hallucinating this again” You sighed. You reached to the nightstand and drank some water. You opened the voice recording app on your phone and clicked on the file that Jungkook made.

He knows about your story. He knows about everything. He knows why you moved and why you decided to change your life; and you loved how supportive he was of it. You can’t stress enough how thankful you are to be with someone like Jungkook.

File: a_lullaby_for_my_someone.mp3

“Hi, _____” His clear voice filling the quiet room “,I know you aren’t sleeping right now–and that explains why you turned to this recording, Ha. Anyways, That’s why I made this very special lullaby for you. Here’s my rendition to our song…”

And that’s when he started strumming the guitar.

Put your head on my shoulder

Hold me in your arms, baby

You placed your phone on his side of the bed and hugged a pillow. Finally adjusting your sleeping position, you closed your eyes and your previous thoughts were pushed aside as you focus on your boyfriend’s singing

Squeeze me oh so tight

Show me that you love me too

Your breathing becoming slower and free from panic

Put your lips next to mine, dear

Won’t you kiss me once, baby

Just a kiss goodnight, maybe

You and I will fall in love

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