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bidisastersanji · 6 months

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Was thinking about French gendered terms and Zoro trying to suss out if Sanji’s into men and I had some thoughts and oops now i wrote a thing so here you go:

In the early days Zoro drives himself nuts trying to figure out if Sanji bats for his team too or not. He listens in intently whenever the conversation steers the cook towards talk of his past dalliances, but, just his luck, none of the words used indicate their gender. And there ain’t no fucking way in hell he’s asking him or anyone on the crew directly, lest they immediately understand how bad he has it for the stupid cook.

He bides his time, surely someday he’ll slip up and mention something about the people he’s slept with, right? And sure enough one day, at a feast, a drunken Usopp starts asking what people’s types are. His face still schooled into a nonchalant, neutral expression, he does his best to hide how desperately he waits for Sanji to speak up about his type, only to once again be met with more general terms about people- someone with a kind heart, dependable, an equal… he’s so concentrated on trying to pick out any gendered terms he doesn’t notice the weird look Nami throws his way at each new descriptor in Sanji’s list of desirable traits.

He’s always known Sanji speaks French, finding it endearing whenever the cook curses (even at him), whenever he goes into small little rants to himself, or the face he makes when he can only think of a word in French, rapidly snapping his fingers until it comes back to him. But it’s only when they get to a town where Sanji starts speaking to a vendor excitedly about his produce that he realizes just how much this thing, this endearing thing that’s always been there, truly affects him, and his face burns at how different the cook’s voice sounds when he actually speaks it, how enchantingly low and throaty the foreign syllables ring in his ears.

Attached to living another day, he decides that stealing a book from Robin is a bad idea, and resigns himself to ask her directly for a favour. He swallows his pride and asks if she can lend him a French learning book and a dictionary, curious as to whether he can learn it a bit, and understand whatever the hell Sanji keeps cursing and muttering about around him, and what kinds of insults he’s been throwing his way. With her ever mysterious smile plastered on her face, a chain of Robin’s arms retrieve two books from her library and hand them to him. “Do come to me if you have any questions, Mr. Swordsman. My French is pretty good if I do say so myself.”

He’s out of the room, red as a beet, before she even finishes that sentence.

Learning the curse words comes to him unsurprisingly quickly given how often he hears a litany of « putain de merde », « fait chier! » and « enfoiré! » spilling from the blonde’s distracting mouth.

He’s very happily surprised when he learns that French is apparently a heavily gendered language- and that he can glean someone’s gender just from whether the adjectives applied to the subject are masculine or feminine. Now if the stars aligned and the cook would talk about his love life in French…

Zoro starts by going through the basic first chapters, taking great pains to hide and quickly dissimulate it in his haramaki anytime someone walks in on him- especially the witch. It definitely changes his usual routine on his watch in the crows nest, he muses to himself.

Weeks, months pass, and he advances further in the lessons, his vocabulary slowly growing, while he often goes to his dictionary for the more… colorful insults Sanji throws his way. He never says a word of French himself, not knowing how he could even justify knowing any without looking suspicious, and pretty sure his pronunciation would be way off anyways. But he starts to really enjoy it, being able to understand even a tenth of the things Sanji thinks he can say without the crew (save Robin) understanding.

And then Saobaody happens. And now he doesn't have time to think about learning French, not if he wants to get strong enough. Not if he wants to protect his crew.

He's at the table with Mihawk and Perona when his mentor asks for the salt (Passez moi le sel, s'il vous plait), and he executes himself without thinking. A quiet settles over the room and he looks up to see those intense red eyes boring into him, unnerving as ever.

"You speak French?"

"Not really," he grumbles, not wanting more excuses to think of the shitty cook, and his shitty cooking, and his stupid curly brow.

"Then you will. Consider this a natural continuation of my trying to beat some manners into your brutish mind."

Two years later, and he can't wait for dartbrow to show up. His pronunciation may still be shit, but he can't wait to use his newfound skill to his advantage.

With his now solidified grasp of the language, he slowly begins to understand that what he at first though was a mistake on his part- that he must’ve missed a part of a sentence, or mixed up some words- was not an error at all. It turns out, some of the French things that Sanji yells at him aren’t insults at all.

In fact… they’re sometimes downright complimentary.

And that's definitely a problem for Zoro, who now not only needs to keep pretending that he doesn’t know what Sanji is saying, but needs to pretend he doesn’t understand it when Sanji screams at him that he has a “stupidly pretty face” or that his “tits are even bigger than Nami’s and how is that even fair” . He doesn't know what to make of it.

And then one day… the stars align.

It’s another post battle party, and the cook has been drinking a bit more than usual, a tightly gripped glass of wine in his left hand, a cigarette in his right. Zoro is nursing his very own barrel of Ale when he hears the conversation turn to more gossipy topics, as it usually does the further into the night they are.

“Chopper was really into that nurse on Zou, wasn’t he?” Usopp starts to poke fun at the crew’s youngest member, laughing as the reindeer turns all red and tries to deny it.

“I mean it makes sense that she’d be his type! Right Nami?”

Nami nods at him, grinning wickedly. “Yeah, not all of us can be into rich little blonde girls can we?”

“You’re right, some of us are into rich blue-haired princesses,” he shoots back.

"At least I had the balls to do something about it before I left her island-"

Zoro is already tuning them out when Sanji sits down next to Robin just a few feet away, across from him and the campfire, his tongue loosened from a few too many refills and unconsciously reverting to his native tongue.

"Ils ont de la chance, ces deux là." he gestures to Usopp and Nami. (They're lucky, these two.)

Robin smiles at the cook, wordlessly prompting him to continue his thoughts.

"Qu'est ce que je donnerais pour pouvoir avoir quelque chose de plus qu'un coup d'un soir." Sanji sighs wistfully, lighting his cigarette. (What I wouldn't give to have something more than a one night stand.")

Robin chuckles. "Ne sont-ils pas satisfaisants?" (Are they not satisfying?)

At this point Zoro has tuned everything out, intensely focused on hearing what the blonde has to say, and not at all feeling a small churn of jealousy in his stomach for whoever shared Sanji's bed. His heart initially skips a beat at the plural masculine pronoun ('ils') used by Robin before remembering its actual neutrality in this context, as it's referring to the ""one night stands", a masculine word. Damnit. French is so dumb.

"Tu sais bien que je ne dirais jamais de mal à propos des belles demoiselles qui ont bien voulu m'accorder ne serait-ce qu'un baiser ou une étreinte. J'ai de la chance rien que d'avoir pu exister en leur présence."

(You very well know I'd never say a bad word about any of the beautiful ladies who've been kind enough to give me even a kiss or an embrace. I'm lucky just to have existed in their presence.)

Zoro feels his heart drop, a heavy feeling settling in his stomach. He's always known the pervert cook has been into women. Why was this confirmation hitting him the way it was? His eye darts up at his two crewmates, confirming that only Robin has noticed his eavesdropping. She opens her mouth to say something but Sanji continues, the glow of the flames dancing against his flushed skin beautifully.

"Et dans mon état normal tu sais que, par respect pour les sensibilités d'une dame, je ne te divulge pas beaucoup de détails sur ceux qui font l'affaire le temps d'une nuit. "

(And in my normal state you know that, out of respect for a lady's sensibilities, I don't divulge many details about those who do the trick for a night.)

Ceux. That's a masculine word for "those", isn't it? Zoro shakily takes another sip of his drink.

The archeologist's smile widens. "Oh, ne te fait pas de soucis pour mes sensibilités. Je brûle d'envie d'en savoir plus, et ne m'épargne pas les détails..."

(Oh, please don't worry about my sensibilities. I'm burning to know more, and don't spare me the details...)

"Je ne suis que ton humble serviteur...si ça peut te faire plaisir" (I'm but your humble servant…if it pleases you). Sanji's cheeks seem a tad more flushed than before. "En vrai ce n'est pas qu'ils ne sont pas satisfaisants...c'est qu'il ne sont jamais... assez."

(It's not that they're not satisfying…it's that they're never...enough.)

"Ah? Et que recherches tu? Qu'est ce qui serait..."assez"?"

(Ah? And what are you looking for? What would be… "enough"?)

The cook exhales another cloud of smoke, and nervously looks around. His eyes settle on Zoro, and indecision flits across his eyes for a second before continuing. Zoro can feel his gaze, can almost make out the deliciously unfocused expression on the blonde's face in his peripheral vision as he continues speaking French. His heart feels like it might beat out of his ribcage.

"Lui." (Him.)

Zoro forgets how to breathe.

Part 2 up now , and part 3 part 4

#zoro x sanji #zosan #zosan fic #this was SUPPOSED TO BE A LITTLE TEXT POST #and then #AND THEN THIS HAPPENED #should I continue this #let me know in the tags #sanji x zoro #i can say french is dumb because i am #i have so many more thoughts about french speaking sanji #share yours with me pleaaaseee #zoro learns French #zoro learns french fic

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sanspuppet · 7 months

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Another 18+ scenario of San because i can't stop thinking of him and his huge chest.

smut, angst

Jealous/angry San: hard, rough sex

You entered into San's dorm, which he shared with his bestfriends, during the university year. He wasn't there, and you knew it, because he had one other class before the school day would finish. You looked around, searching for someone to talk with, when you noticed Mingi was laying on the couch, watching his phone. You saw his eyes staring at your body through the corner of his phone, it was quite understandable, given the length of your miniskirt, showing completely off your legs. Something went wrong in your head, and a sudden thought of you sitting on him, flowed in your mind.

"Hi Mingi! What are you watching??"

"Uhm... a f-film." he couldn't stop looking at your exposed skin, at the revealing tank top you were wearing, all for teasing him and his friends.

"Can i join you?" you asked, approaching him with an innocent smile, while taking off your shoes.

"S-sure." he only could respond, he knew what was your purpose, and he also knew it was completely wrong. But you wanted just to watch a film, right? He couldn't refuse, so you instantly sat next to him, your left hand resting on his tight. After some minutes, knowing that San would come back soon, you choose to make things a mess, like you were doing for some days:

"Min, i can't see clearly, can i sit on your lap?" you asked looking at him with your puppy eyes.

"Uhm... i dont think it's a good idea..." his nervousness growing under his oversized sweatshirt.

"Pleaaaseee Min" you begged him, already moving on top of him. You could feel heartbeat speeding up, so you layed your back against his chest. The film was catchy, but your focus was only on the face San would have seeing you like that. You started to rub yourself against Mingi's lap, and you could immediately feel his boner growing harder, under your panties.

And it was when, you heard the door closing, and saw a strong figure staring at you: San.

"H-hi bro..." Mingi's face was red for the embarrassment (and for how hard you made him "involuntarily")

"Hi Sannie!" on the contrary, you smiled as if nothing was happening.

"My room. Now." was the only thing your boyfriend replied, and a smirk was placed on your face once you were following him.

He shutted the door behind him, angry. The look in his eyes was intimidating, you could tell he was really upset.

"Tell me, kitten. Why the fuck do you keep teasing the others?" he said with a strange calmness.

"San- i-" you tried to say something, despite you perfectly knew he was not expecting an answer.

"Wanna behave like a slut, huh?"

You always thought your boyfriend was a calm and kindhearted person, so much that you questioned yourself if he would ever get upset with you. That's how you started to slightly tease his bestfriends, and see if he'd get jealous, and oh yes, he really would, but that stupid little joke turned in a serious way, when he decided that you had reached the limit.

"You like to rub yourself against Mingi's cock, with that little slutty skirt of yours, huh?"

"No please- i didn't mean-" you immediately felt scared, realizing that you maybe had exaggerated.

"You know you got him so hard, do you?"

"San, im so-" you got goosebumps, as he grabbed your hips with one hand, squeezing them with his fingers, so desperately that it would probably leave bruises on your skin.

"Shut up, i better mark you as mine, right?" He walked a few steps towards you, and placed his index finger under your chin, forcing you to look at him. But the only thing you could do was staring at the floor, too embarrassed to even see his mad face, you were used to a sweet San, who cuddled and praised you everytime he could, his angry look, was now seriously scaring you.

"Fucking look at me, what? Now you feel guilty?"

"Y-yes..." was the only thing that escaped from your mouth, you were trembling under his stare.

"Oh we'll see if i should forgive you, take your clothes off."

"But...Mingi-"

"Huh? What? you want him to join? You'd like to be fucked like him, yeah?"

"No i didn't mean that-"

"It seems like, seeing you behaving like a whore."

Tears started to fall from your eyes, you've never seen him like this, making you realize you've really messed up. You wanted to apologize but you knew he wouldn't forgive you, not until he could hear you screaming for him. San grabbed your hips with both of his hands, and threw you on his bed with force. His look was cold, like he didn't feel anything for you now, he was extremely upset, and you could tell it.

"I said, clothes off. Want me to call one of my friends to do it for you? You little slut."

"N-no, i can do it myself." you almost choked with your saliva, panicking by the thought he hated you by now. You got immediately naked, under his gaze.

"Spread your legs."

"Yes d-daddy-" when you called him like that he used to like that, so you thought it would somehow help his angst.

"Dont call me like this." He said before lefting the bedroom. When he came back, behind him was standing another person: Mingi. You gasped and instantly tried to cover yourself with your arms. San chuckled:

"What? Never seen a slut being shy for her naked body."

"San- i really-"

"He'll watch. If that's what you really want, he will see how much of a whore you can be, maybe you'll learn something."

"Uhm... San i dont think i should watch-" Mingi said, hesitant.

"Yes. You should." San replied, making him sit on the armchair, in front of the bed.

You eyes were now red from how many tears have fallen from your eyes. You barely cared about Mingi's presence, what you really wanted now, was your sweet San.

"Please im sorry San..."

"i'll forgive you once you'll be completely emptied from your cum." he started to untie his belt, and dragged down his jeans.

"San. Mingi has nothing to do with it, let him go." You tried to look more serious, hoping you'd convince him. In facts, he turned back and looked at Mingi. San rolled back his eyes, sighing:

"Okey, leave."

Mingi instantly stood up and left you two alone. San got closer to you, his face a few inches from yours, you could feel his deep breaths against your skin.

"If i fuck you mercilessly, you'll learn your mine, right?" he took your neck in his hands, squeezing it slightly.

You nodded, preparing yourself. He sat on the bed behind you, and dragged his hands down on your body, until they reached your clit. He whispered in your ear:

"One orgasm for each day you kept flirting with my friends, this is for Tuesday." he suddenly slided three of his fingers inside your pussy, pounding them into you relentlessly. His other hand keeping your leg still, while the tip of his fingers were touching your g-spot at every thrust.

"Come on, i know you'd like to moan, don't you? Fucking scream for how much you enjoy to be fucked."

The only thing you could do now was obeying, he had you, he owned you. You groan extremely loud, when he sped up his pace even more, his fingers rubbing against every single part of your walls.

"That's it, that sounds exactly like a slut."

"Please- San- im c-close-" you kept moaning, your body started to shake by the immense pleasure: he has never touched you like this.

"Already? That's so humiliating, how sensitive your pussy is." He placed his other hand on your clit, moving his fingers in a circular motion, harshly. Your pussy clenched intensely around his fingers as you felt your first orgasm coming. And in no time, you completely wetted San's hand. You've never released so much cum in your entire life, and it felt incredibly good.

"I should clean this mess up." he said, and moved in front of you, on his knees, his eyes facing your throbbing pussy.

"W-wednesday?" you trembled, knowing you probably couldn't take again all of that pleasure, since you still had to get off of your recent high.

"That's it." His lips were now placed on your clit, kissing and sucking it. Then he licked your walls with his warm tongue, sliding it inside you a few times. You arched your back, your eyes shutted as you tried to ignore all the pleasure that was taking the control of your body, you couldn't stop shaking, your fingers gripping the fabric of the blankets, desperately.

"So fucking wet, all because of me, right?" he asked you. Despite you were too fucked out to respond.

"Right?" he repeated, squeezing your pussy with his fingers.

"Y-yeah! F-fuck-" you choked.

He looked at you, smirking. His tongue was now rubbing against your folds relentlessly, licking them like it was his last meal, the tip of his nose pressing against your clit. His hands were keeping your legs opened widely. You were already reaching your climax again, so quickly that it was embarrassing. You couldn't help but scream his name:

"San! San- please! Im yours-"

He groaned, and let his fingers pleasuring you.

"Don't try to escape it like this. You have 2 days left." he said, before you squirted on his face, exhausted. He licked his lips, tasting it, and took his remaining clothes off. His dick was standing straight, his tip red, thick and pulsing for how hard he was.

"Doggy style." obviously, he loved seeing your ass slapping against his hips, everytime he fucked you. You immediately placed yourself on your hands and knees, barely standing, because of the tiredness. He didn't wait before taking his dick inside of you, already thrusting in you deeply.

"Thursday."

A couple of minutes passed, before you felt your walls pulsing and clenching way too much around his dick, warning him you were hitting your orgasm once again. God, poor Mingi, the amount of screams and groans he was forced to hear, it definitely seemed like a pornographic film stage.

San's thrusts became sloppy and messy, segnaling he was close too.

"Gonna fill this pussy with my cum, and you'll take all of it." he said, before releasing inside of you, until his cum was sliding out of your folds. You layed your chest on the bed, too tired and fucked out, that you couldn't even think concretely.

"i-i can't-" you tried to murmur.

"Oh yeah, you can. You'll regret what you did to Mingi."

"s-sorry. i'm s-sorry."

"I know, i know. Just take it one more time, ok baby?"

Baby, that fucking word convinced you.

You tried to nod, turning yourself so you could face him. He looked at you, his stare was now more relaxed, and less angry, which it made you cheer up a bit.

"Good. I give you some seconds before the next round."

He layed on the bed, beside you, looking at you. His hand was resting on your tummy.

"Why did you do it?" he asked, with a sad tone.

"T-that was stupid, im sorry..."

"I asked you why."

"B-because you were just too kind, was thinking if you would ever get angry with me."

"Why would i? you're perfect."

You turned your head, looking at him, tearing.

"Im so sorry San, i swear i only want you."

He got closer to your ear, and whispered:

"I know it, i'll try to be more gentle now. Okey?"

He said, before sliding his cock inside of you again. He threw his head back for the amount pleasure, and moaned your name.

"You're so weird y/n... but i still love you."

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i highly recommend this song, don't know.. it's just sooo good and they need more recognition :/

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daisyvisions · 1 year

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no thoughts head empty only continuing to suck juyeon/sangyeon/hyunjae off even after they cum BECAUSE WHY NOT

Pls elaborate i need them

this ask hit too close to home and I love every word written in it (don't ask me why 🤪) Overstimulation after oral will always be so hot to me. Let me share with you what I think how each member would react:

Warnings: Smut (18+, minors DNI), oral (m. receiving), overstimulation, face fucking, dick kissing (is that a warning? …yes), dacryphilia (if you squint), pet names (baby, princess, sweetheart)

‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. ✧˚₊‧⋆‧‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. ✧˚₊‧⋆‧‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆.

From most to least who have a high tolerance to their dick being sucked IN MY OPINION: Juyeon, Sangyeon and then Hyunjae

Juyeon

Just by how unphased he was when that volleyball hit his head in that one video, or when the shuttlecock hit his face? I’m pretty sure he’s got a high tolerance to you sucking his dick after cumming in your mouth. In fact, he’d encourage you to keep going, maybe even fuck your face just to reach his 2nd orgasm who knows? 🤷🏻‍♀️

”That’s it princess, keep going. You deserve it"

Sangyeon

the loml, I feel like he’s an inbetween (depending how hard or how much you’ve been sucking his dick.) After cumming the first time he’d need to take a moment to regain himself, he’d probably breathe heavy, bite his lower lip while you keep sucking him off but if you want to keep milking him you’re gonna have to give him a moment. Maybe give a few kisses or licks on his member so that he can ease into it again 😘

“Oh fuck sweetheart, just like that…mmm”

Hyunjae

the way this man would squirm for his dear life the more you keep sucking him off. how whiney he would get to the point he’s nearly tearing up from the overstimulation, he'd try to push you make you stop but it eggs you on even more. Even just kissing the tip he’ll squirm it’s overly sensitive after cumming too hard.

“Baby, please- s’too much 😩 pleaaaseee”

#sangyeon smut #hyunjae smut #juyeon smut #lee juyeon #lee sangyeon #lee hyunjae #the boyz smut #the boyz hard hours #tbz scenarios #the boyz fic #the boyz fanfic #tbz drabbles #tbz smut #the boyz scenarios #kpop smut

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baura-bear · 8 months

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HI POOKIE!!!!! popping in to personally wish you a great javid thursday!!! how's your day going!! i hope school isn't treating you too roughly!! and also have a small snippet of. something. i've been chipping away at it veeeery slowly since like july.. wiggle on pookie

“So, like, were you sick? Because you look like hell,” Mush commented, getting more comfortable and leaning against the wall, looking at David with a concerned look.

David scoffed. “I sure felt like hell too,” he muttered. “It was a fever, I guess…” he shrugged. It wasn’t exactly a lie, but it was definitely not the truth either.

Mush hummed quietly, eyeing David carefully for a second more before deciding to let it go and bringing a different topic up. “Well, you missed some pretty exciting stuff happening at school! You know those two dudebros from Bio class? Apparently, they both liked the same girl, and, like, that girl just so happened to be Heather from English, and–”

“Would you freak out if I told you I got bitten by a bat?” David suddenly blurted out, looking right into Mush’s eyes. Mush didn’t know what had him more worried–the thought of David getting bitten by a bat, or the fact that David willingly made eye contact.

“You got bitten by a bat?” he asked dismissively, raising his eyebrows, his eyes going wide. David ran a hand through his curls and looked up at the ceiling, cursing himself for just dumping that onto Mush. Of course he would freak out! Who the hell wouldn’t?

“I guess, kinda. Well, yeah, I did, but–”

“No wonder you had a fever! Is this why your lights are turned off? Do you have photophobia? Oh god, it’s too late for you–” Mush panicked, standing up from the bed and moving to the opposite side of the room, shaking his head in disbelief, his hands on his head.

“I don’t have rabies, Nick!” David interrupted firmly. For the record, he reached over to his bedside table and switched the lamp on, proving that he didn’t, in fact, have photophobia. He also took a swig of water from his cup for good measure. “Will you sit down? You might want to. This is going to be kind of a lot.”

PLEAAASEEE TELL ME THIS IS LEADING TO VAMPIRE OR SUPERPOWER DAVEY PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OH MY GOSH!!!!!!!!!!!! ok sorry i was so excited i forgot to say hi, so hi!! i'm doing alright (school is kicking my ass but that's what i get for going to an academically rigorous college). I've been having a rough week and DAVE, THIS IS AMAZING!!????!! I always get so excited when you share little snippets of writing 🥹🥹🥹🥹 I can't wait until it's finished hehehe I WILL wiggle on!

I hope school is going well!!

P.S. my roommate came in while i was responding and said "are you tumbling?!"

#i am simply vibrating waiting for the rest #asks #ftm-megamind

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fanficparker · 5 years

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Chocolates, flowers and balloons! H.O.

Enemies to Lovers! (University AU!) Harrison Osterfield x Reader

Word count: 3400 words

Warnings: Swearing, Fluff. It’s a crack fic.

A/N: This was my first ever fic, so it’s trash. Read at your own risk.

Summary: Y/n’s first meeting with Harrison was a disaster. They ended up hating each other. But things take new turns and eventually it’s Valentine’s Day. Are chocolates, flowers and balloons enough to please you to go for a date with Harrison?

Walking by your college corridor you see him, the person you hate since the first day of joining the university. You weren’t the first person to witness this feeling of hate, it was him, Harrison John Osterfield. Yeah, yeah you agree, it was your mistake, but it wasn’t that big of an issue than the way he reacted.

It was your first day of college, you were hell nervous, the seniors had arranged a freshmen party and you were invited. The best thing was that you had a companion, your friend from school with you, preventing you from feeling any lonely, but then her gaze landed on someone.

“Oh god he’s so hot!” She blurted out, putting down her drink.

“Who?”

“Him. See there,” she said pointing her finger to your back. You twisted your head seeing a blue-eyed young man with dirty blonde locks chattering with another boy.

“He looks really nice,” you turned back to your friend.

“I was thinking—” She spoke up but you interjected her as you were well aware of your friend’s intentions.

“No no, absolutely not!” You disagreed.

“Pleaaaseee!” She pleaded.

“I won’t talk to him because of you.” You told.

“Please Y/n, pleaaaseee! Just talk to him. Tell him something about me, pleaaasee!” She pursed her face in a childish fashion.

“Stop this melodrama!” You rolled your eyes.

“So you will talk to him for me.” She gave you a full mouth smile.

“Okay fine!” You groaned.

“Thank you!” She did a small victory dance with her hands, making you roll your eyes again.

“Now just go! ” She grinned, as you gulped your drink walking towards him.

You took the adjacent stool to him, ordering a drink, you could see your friend giving you thumbs up in your side vision. It was the first time you rolled your eyes 3 times in just a couple of minutes.

“Soooo…, ” you stood up, trying to gain his attention, but he was too busy chattering about Batman, completely ignoring you.

“Heyyyyyy! I don’t know why I extended that ’y’ so much, but my friend…” You continued but he was still too lost in the conversation plus the blasting music was making it worse. You rolled your eyes for the fourth time, finally deciding to tap his shoulder, and ’accidentally’ you tapped him with the hand holding that red wine glass, and the whole of the glass contents were ’accidentally’ poured on his off-white shiny shirt!

You backed off, as he stood up and turned.

“Shit! I’m sorry, it was an accident. I didn’t—” you blurted out apologies, but he cut you off with his angry look and deep British accent.

“Sorry? Are you kidding me? You just practically sneaked behind me and poured the whole wine on my shirt? How is it an accident?” he spat.

“It’s just I—”

“Look missy, if you would have bumped into me or something like that, then that kind of ‘it was just an accident’ excuses would work, but this situation is too specific!” he tried to copy your voice with his tightened facial expressions. His humiliating mimicry of your voice and some douchebags recording this scene made you a hell mad.

“First of all, I don’t sound like that. Second I just said sorry. Third, you are a big arrogant person!” You squeezed your eyebrows, keeping your hands on your waist.

“Did you just call me an arrogant person! How dare you—”

“Oh, I called you arrogant person. I’m really sorry. The word I was thinking was a. Big. Arrogant. ’Asshole’! ”

And that was the day you met your enemy, named Harrison Osterfield, dragging you into this bloody battle against him. And unfortunately, he was in more than half of the classes with you. Plus your dear friend that dragged you in this war left the college just in the first month as she didn’t like this course. And now you were here to deal with your now 3-month long enemy Harrison Fucking Osterfield. And the cherry on top, you and him are history class partners. Teachers are really wonderful at assigning partner. They are real telepaths, they know who could piss you the most.

The usual boring history lecture began. You were sitting on the bench with Harrison, none of you looking at each other, ignoring each other like the three other months, the only words you both ever shared were related to the class and in a perfect nonchalant voice. The history lecture was boring like always, and Harrison seemed bored too. The side of his blank notebook was touching ’your side’ of the desk. Sounds childish but yep, you both have divided your desk using an invisible line getting each one, half of the desk, and it was forbidden to even touch the other part of the desk. You pushed his notebook to his side of the desk in annoyance and he noticed your annoyance as he smirked to himself, pushing the notebook back to your side. You groaned as the 'battle’ began again, leading you to push it back and he again pushed it to you. After 5 frustrating attempts, you grinned when he pushed his notebook to your place. You gave him a signature smile, grabbing the notebook, keeping it to your side.

“This notebook is now mine! Get a new one!” You twisted your lips as he frowned his eyebrows.

“Hey, that’s mine!” He growled a little loud, both of you got too engrossed in your battle, forgetting that you were in a class with that hot-headed history professor.

“Nah!” You yelled and he tried to snatch that notebook from you as your hands travelled farther and his voice louder.

“Get out!” A third person voice interrupted you and finally, you both noticed that you and he weren’t alone. You both stood straight looking at the professor in disbelief.

“Can’t you both hear, I said get out.” He pointed his finger out and giving each other another death glare, you both walked out.

“What an idiot teacher, going out is far better than that fucking lecture!” You mumbled as you passed the corridor walking towards the park. You sat under a tree, opening your notebook scribbling your name and random shapes until your notebook got snatched. You looked up to see Harrison again squinting his eyes at you. You aggressively stood up, adjusting your skirt.

“What the hell! Give it back! ” you gurged, trying to snatch it from him. But he dropped it behind him and before you could actually pick it up, he pushed you, till your back touched the tree trunk. You wanted to ask him why he was such an asshole and so you spoke up.

“Can I ask you a question?”

“You already did! ” he twisted his lips, acting like he was in a 'thug life’ meme, but you knew how to snap back.

“Guess what?…” You spoke again. He looked at you waiting for you to speak further, but you didn’t.

“What? ” He finally asked. You licked your lips as an amusing smile formed in your face.

“You were supposed to guess!” you smirked, pushing his shoulders and started walking lifting your notebook from the ground but a sound stopped you. A sound of a laugh. His laugh. You turned back to him literally laughing.

“So you have got a sense of humour?” You asked tilting your head. He looked at you, taking a pause from giggling.

“You were funny,” he said simply and a new battle began between you both, the battle of getting the other laugh. And now you just didn’t sit together in your history class but also in the canteen, trying to crack stupid jokes, judging who had a better sense of humour.

“You know I watched this incredible movie. There’s this man whose wife was brutally murdered by a cold-blooded murderer and then his son was kidnapped. The story is about his long and heart throbbing struggle to find his son with the help of a mentally ill-female partner!” He looked into your eyes, appearing thrilled.

“Umm… Sounds interesting. What movie?” You asked generally, thinking he was telling something other than his weird jokes.

“Finding Nemo!”

And things went by like this, laughing, giggling and still you both were calling each other enemies?! It was like February, more than seven months you both were literally hanging out with each other in this 'battle’. And he actually invited you for a movie evening, and now things are just funny between you both. Like seriously you guys still name this relationship envy? (Aren’t you both some kind of jokers?) So you went to his house, expecting a good movie and guess which movie he planned you to watch the 2006 'The Date Movie’, yes that super disgusting, insane, more disgusting than disgusting itself, a movie that could make you throw your tin can on the TV screen. Sounds like his plan wasn’t to watch a movie, it was to annoy you, funny isn’t it?!

“What the bloody hell! This movie? Seriously. Like like why? I mean look at its rating at least. I mean scoring a legendary 7 per cent out of hundred on Rotten Tomatoes isn’t a normal thing!” Listening to you complaining only made the boy laugh.

“What the hell, are you a joker or something… 'hahaha look I got a sense of humour hahaha’… ” You intimated his voice in the most ridiculous way possible.

“That wasn’t funny!” He gave you a childish pout.

“Aww… I feel the same way for your 'movie date’ thing!” You grunted.

“But I guess this will be really funny!” He smirked moving closer to you.

“Wha—” and he started tickling you. And fuck, you are an extremely ticklish person.

“Hey Hey Hey… ” You couldn’t stop laughing. He was on top of you as you layed on your back. He was grabbed your hands throwing them over your head as he quickly began tickling your armpits, your sleeveless blouse made that so easy for him and you were trembling as you couldn’t stop laughing. The corner of your eyes glistened with little tears. None of you didn’t even notice how close your bodies were or in what position you both were until you yelled, “Stop making me laugh!” and he slowed, and stopped tickling you. That was the time you noticed his hot breath on your face. And eventually, he noticed himself so close to you, on top of you! Is that a thing enemies do? There was silence, the sound of laughter had already died. His eyes weren’t leaving yours and you could feel a weird tightening in your chest, something you never felt with him ever. Every memory with him replayed within your mind, you realized how much time you spent with him, and how much you enjoyed that. Your eyes flickered to set on his lips, they just seemed so… kissable. You gulped as your eyes again landed on his eyes and to your surprise, his gaze was on your lips. Your heart felt like exploding. Never in these 10 months, you felt like this and now every past memory in those 10 months felt like you were an idiot for not feeling this before. You wanted to kiss him, so badly, but can enemies kiss? Were you actually enemies?

*Ding Dong*

The doorbell made you both jolt, he instantly pushed himself, leaving you lying on the couch, he didn’t see you in the eyes. It was the first time you saw him so… nervous. And you were sure that, you were the reason for his flustered state. You slowly lifted yourself, sitting straight on the couch. You squeeze your legs tight, you were even feeling so weird, probably… wet, just thinking about that position. He brought the pizza, as the intruder was the pizza delivery boy. You saw him standing right in front of you, his lips felt like moving, but you couldn’t hear anything. He waved his hand over your face, as you flinched finally you could hear.

“I ordered pizza,” he said, his voice was so soft. He sat down beside you. As his knee touched yours so felt the room was getting hotter. Are knees even erogenous? And you could see his hands lightly shaking as he lifted the lid of the pizza box. That was the time you realized you weren’t hungry for pizza, you were hungry for him! Everything felt so weird, you were afraid that he could hear the loud pounding sound of your heart, so you decided to excuse yourself. You left, and he didn’t even say a word, just nodded. And after that you and him were no longer funny, every time your eyes landed on his or his on yours, either of you looked down. It was pretty sure that this was a mutual feeling, he was exactly reacting the way you were reacting. You didn’t actually share any words for like five days.

“So, what are your plans for tomorrow?” Your classmate from your art class asked.

“Tomorrow? Why?” You asked, clueless.

“It’s Valentine’s Day, Chika. Where are you living?” You just nodded, not producing any words. You went into the washroom, starring yourself into the mirror. That was the day, you realized how bad you wanted him to ask you out, to make you his. You were in love with Harrison Osterfield! He behaves the same way as you do, so probably feels the same way. But will he make any move? You couldn’t sleep that night, constantly thinking of the next day. You weren’t a person who believed in Valentine’s Day or so, but you wanted to get this relationship with Harrison a name, cause being enemies was long forgotten.

The next day you woke up, realizing you actually slept for like an hour the previous night, probably early morning. Something in you wanted to dress up really well. You couldn’t stop yourself from picking up the knee-length red dress from your wardrobe. You wanted his eyes to trace your body, you wanted his attention so badly. You ended up dressing a little too sexy for college, but you were pretty sure a lot of girls would be dressing really nice for the occasion. You were nervous and nervously you walked into your college campus seeing people sharing compassionate moments.

Nervously you settled down at your seat in your art class. You lifted your desk to keep the spare notebook only to get your breath hitched, instantly covering it again. After a minute you lifted your desk again, seeing so many roses there. The class started, but your mind was lost thinking of the roses hidden inside your desk. After the class was over, leaving you alone, you checked the desk again, picking up the flowers smelling them. You wished you didn’t have a weird person crushing over you, you only wanted Harrison, and you don’t know if these cheesy things were his style or not. Yeah, these were cheesy and cliché but you were liking it. You walked to the canteen trying to spot Harrison but he wasn’t anywhere to be seen. Some minutes later you saw a college employee walking towards you with a box, a chocolate box. The old woman stood in front of you, giving you a smile, as your face was all confused. She kept it on the table you were sitting. You saw the chocolate box, with a note on top.

'Hope you weren’t allergic to flowers. And also I hope you liked those roses. And here’s my second gift for you.’

The message was a printout, so no chance of reading handwriting. Your mind debated whether or not you should keep the chocolates, but as you previously accepted the flowers you kept the chocolate box inside your bag too. You questioned what if you accidentally received these gifts, but getting gifts two times wasn’t a coincidence. Not seeing Harrison throughout the beginning of the day was already driving you crazy. You were just going to step into another class when another college employee stopped you. You had that confused expressions once again, as he handed you an envelope. You took it. And opened to see a letter, again printed, but it had your name on it. You read it.

'You know it’s time to make a move. Looking forward to see you in your own apartment. Just skip college and come home. Now!’

Your heart was pounding rapidly in your chest, like if it will rip off your skin and bones. The secret person was calling you to your own place. You knew your roommate was bisexual, but she already had a boyfriend and there was no chance it was her. You were in a dilemma to accept or reject this invitation, but it was at your place. You finally gave up, realizing you had to go back home after college, so why not now? And who’s actually interested in some boring lecture and seeing people make-out at the back benches. You went back to your apartment. As the elevator door opened with a ding sound, you felt your palms getting sweaty. You knocked at your own door, but it was already unlocked. You pushed open the door getting in the hall, which was literally dark. You turned towards the switchboard but before you could actually walk to reach it, the lights flickered on, leaving you still as you saw so many heart balloons and confetti was hanging by threads from the ceiling. You heard footsteps from your behind, you turned back.

“Ha– Harrison” You saw him standing right there smiling wearing a gorgeous red suit, matching with your red dress.

“You did all this?” You asked, your voice was almost as a whisper.

“Just borrowed your place from your roommate,” he said rubbing his hands.

“Wasn’t all this a little cheesy and cliché?” You asked as the naughtiness in your tone returned, making him look up.

“You-you didn’t like it?” He hesitated. You took a step towards him, looking into his eyes.

“When did I say that?” You smirked as he nervously chuckled.

“Is that a yes?” He asked again.

“You actually didn’t ask any question, yet?” You pressed your lips in a grin.

“Oh yeah, you’re right!” He said holding your hands as he smiled.

“So… You already have dealt with me as an enemy. Would you like to try dealing with me as my girlfriend?” His unique and hell cute way of proposing made you chuckle. And you nodded in a yes.

“I will, of course, be your girlfriend, my ex-arch nemesis,” you giggled.

“You literally said yes or it’s a dream?” He asked smirking, as his naughty glare too returned.

“Do you really wanna make me pinch you to confirm, Osterfield?” You asked biting your lower lip.

“Nah!… I think a kiss would be great for confirmation,” he grinned as his eyes once again landed on your lips, remembering the previous desire. You smiled as you threw your hands to rest on the back of his neck, his hands travelling to rest on your waist shortly after, pulling you closer, till no space was left. You slowly closed your eyes, both of you leaning in for a long-awaited moment. And there were two ex-arch nemesis moving their lips in sync, tongues gliding into new unexplored territories, your heart melting into the passionate moment and so his…

“Did I wish you Happy Valentine’s Day yet?” He asked panting, breaking the kiss.

“Well… I hope you got better things planned to do with me than just gifting me with chocolates, flowers and balloons!”

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