A/N: Personally I think this one is better than the first one.
“Haz, I don’t think that this is a good idea. You know I’d love to come but-” “Well then, do so.” Harrison told you convincingly.
“But then I’ll have to bring Liam too.” You kept nursing the small vase that was standing in front of you with your fingers.
“Why?” “Because he’s going to want to know where I’ll be and then he will definitely annoy me until I let him come too.“
“Ugh, I still don’t like this guy. What do you want with him anyways.”
Nothing more. You were telling yourself you loved Liam, but deep down
you knew he was just a support helping you get over Tom.
broke up four months ago. And then you met Liam. He was a decent guy,
though he had his moments where he would get unbelievably jealous.
Harrison and you still meet up and he had invited you to his birthday party that was coming up.
then, bring the idiot.” Harrison gave in. “I don’t think that’s
appropriate with Tom being there and all.” “Come on I really want you to
A questioning look took control over your face.
“You would really do that to Tom?” “He will be fine! I promise you.”
“Hmm…I’ll think about it, okay?”
Haz nodded satisfied before taking a sip of his coffee.
you entered Harrison’s flat with your boyfriend there was no sign of
Tom at first. And after a while the flat was very crowded and the party
really got started.
You danced with Harrison and afterwards with your boyfriend as his jealousy issues came up again.
you had managed to avoid Tom the whole evening. Or at least you just
hadn’t seen him anywhere in the crowd or elsewhere, although you were
pretty sure you caught a glimpse of him somewhere once.
in the kitchen!” You yelled to your boyfriend. Haz’ flat was big for a
man his age. Poor neighbours, you thought, though as far as Harrison
could, he made the neighbours agree with such a party once a year.
“It’s awesome. I’m glad that you convinced me to come. I mean you’re still one of my best friends.”
“Yeah I know. Well, I’m really glad you’re here.”
“You wouldn’t know where Tom is, would you?”
“Right now I don’t
have the slightest clue. Maybe dancing or upstairs I don’t know.” He
shook his head, a little surprised at your interest in the boy.
were just about to make your way upstairs where actually no one was
supposed to go, when you felt a hand grab your shoulder. “Where are you
Turning around you noticed Liam standing behind you. “Just looking to grab something for Harrison.”
make it quick! The girls are literally swarming around me and I need to
show them that I’ve got you already.” You just wanted to roll your eyes
at his stupid, overconfident comment but you let out a fake chuckle.
your feet took you upstairs, finding Tom already sitting around the
corner in the hallway that leads to Harrison’s bedroom.
stopped in your footsteps as his head shot up, glancing at you. He had
his elbows resting on his knees while he was fidgeting around with his
hands. The brunette seemed everything but fine.
Your gaze fell to the floor as you walked around the corner, standing in front of the on the floor sitting Tom.
do you need to go somewhere? I, uh why are you even upstairs? No one is
allowed up here.” The boy stumbled over his words still looking at his
“Well, doesn’t this include you too then?” Your lips curved
into a small smile but it had vanished as fast as it had appeared when
you saw no change in his facial expression.
Clumsily you let yourself down next to Tom, leaning against the wall. Just like him you kept staring at your hands.
you glanced at him again for a second you noticed his glassy eyes.
“Tom?” “Hmm?” He looked up at you. “What is it? First I haven’t seen you
since I arrived here and now you’re sitting here with tears in your
“Those aren’t tears, what are you talking about.” Tom
sniffed shortly. “Talk to me.” You tried to get out with as much voice
as you had left. Seeing him like that always caused your voice to
slightly fade out.
“Nothing.” He swallowed heavily, looking at the
staircase. “Tommy.” “Don’t call me that.” He responded but you joined
him in the sentence. You’ve heard that sentence so often. He would
always say that when you called him that.
His head shot up once again, his eyes landed on you shortly before he stared at the floor under his legs.
mean I can’t blame you for coming here. And also not for coming here
with your new boyfriend. I can’t tell you what to do. I can’t ask you to
be careful in what you do so I won’t be any more hurt than I already
am. But I also can’t do anything about the fact that I just can’t stand
seeing you with him. Seeing you alone and not being able to just be with
you is awful enough.”
“Tom I, I’m sorry? I, I don’t know what to
say I-” Now you swallowed heavily. Everything about what he just said
was like someone put a knife right through your heart.
that had formed in his eyes started to silently roll down his cheeks.
“It’s okay, Y/N. Don’t be. You’ve moved on, I haven’t…yet.” Sniffing he
wiped the salty fluid from his face, though new tears followed already.
whole time Tom hadn’t looked at your face. Now it was your turn to
hold back the tears. You sniffed unintentionally. Without any further
thoughts you placed both of your hands on his cheeks before pulling him
into a deep kiss, taking Tom by surprise.
You breathed in sharply
through your nose. Caressing his cheek with your thumb you relax into
the kiss. “I haven’t either.” Your voice was barely above a whisper.
you serious?! Why bring me when this was just an attempt to get back
with your Spider-Man dude anyways?!” A well-known voice rang out from
the top of the staircase behind you.
“Shit. Baby wait! No, Liam,
wait!” You ran after him and out of Haz’ flat. Outside of the building
you finally got him to stop. “Liam I’m sorry! This wasn’t planned I-”
shut up okay? You’re just making it worse!” “I’m sorry okay? I can’t
turn back time, I-” “Well I know you wouldn’t do anything differently. I
know you, Y/N.”
Enraged he stormed off.
The next day someone rang your doorbell at 10 in the morning, dragging you out of the light and little sleep you got that night.
quite awake yet you sluggishly made your way to the door of your flat.
In front of it, Tom, shifting from one foot to the other.
“Ugh. Boys. I hate boys.” You let out before slamming the door, but before it could close he blocked it with his nervous foot.
Rubbing your eyes you walked back into the open kitchen, hearing him follow you and closing the door behind him.
Tom seemed to be expecting something. “Don’t ask, I don’t know, I’m
confused, I just woke up, you woke me up, I am hungry.” That came out
less careful as it was supposed to. “I’m sorry.”
You apologized softly, standing in front of the fridge before getting out some stuff for scrambled eggs.
“One question.” Tom stated. “Hmm?” He walked closer to you. “I’ve got one question.” He explained.
I love him?” You took it away before he could ask it. “How do you
know?” “I know you Tom. Also given the situation that was pretty
predictable.” “Well, and?”
You looked at him, slightly turning
around. Silently you turn to the bowl again, continuing to make your
breakfast. You didn’t know what to answer. You probably did know you
just wouldn’t admit it. You let out a faint sigh.
All of a sudden you felt two hands wrap around your waist from behind.
used to that every time you made breakfast for you two when you lived
with him in his flat. You sharply inhaled while closing your eyes at his
“Tom don’t do that.” “What am I doing?” A quiet moan mixed
with a chuckle escaped your mouth. The brunette played innocent,
whispering in your ear with his cute British accent. You’re pace of
breathing increased slowly as his strong chest pressed against yours.
it.” You pushed his hands from your waist. His hands quickly found
their way back there as he hugged you tightly from behind.
You whined playfully. He started placing small kisses onto your neck
and your shoulder. “Hmm…I love you, Tom.” It just slipped out of your
mouth. Quickly you turned around.
You were afraid your heart would pound out of your chest. “Son of a bitch.” “Well, played.” You added.
know right?” He laughed before getting serious again. Tom took your
hands in his. “I still love you. And I don’t think I’ll stop anytime
soon, no matter for how long you’ll try to avoid me.”
Liam entered your flat with the key you gave him, seeing you two
standing there. “Well I would be mad but since I was going to come by to
end it anyways I’ll just leave it there. I can’t believe you two.”
Shaking his head he left again.
“Is it bad that I
have to laugh? It probably is but I mean, it was never that serious
anyways.” You rambled on and on but Tom interrupted you with his so
kissable, pink lips on yours.
The eyes that were the first thing that had
pulled you in. The eyes that you loved so much.
And in that moment, you tolerated his mistake.
Looking in the mirror, you smoothed out your
dress and smiled at your reflection. After three-and-a-half years of dating and
a year-and-a-half engagement, it was finally your wedding day, and you were so
The train ride home left Peter, Ned and MJ feeling squished like sardines in a can, and the cart smelt like it, too. Everyone around them gave them the up-down, because everyone also was some sort of older working, upper class adult, while the three were deemed as miniscule sophomores. Peter could barely look over the large mass, but he could see your head in the back corner, bobbing to music coming from your headphones. As the fourth stop came, you pushed off the wall and squeezed your way through to the door, standing and waiting. They took this notice, too, and began worming their way through the adults.
The doors peeled open and you walked out, taking a sharp turn into the street. Peter, and Ned lost you in the sea of workers, but MJ took their wrists and led them behind you. They were muttering to each other, discussing how far away is ‘safe’ and what to do if you turn around.
But they didn’t know you weren’t listening to music.
You were listening to them.
Ned was the first to notice you were playing a game on them. He remembered seeing the same WANTED poster on the same brick building about twenty minutes ago.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Has anyone else realized this is just getting repetitious?”
MJ looked around and slowly pieced the puzzle together.
“You’re right. I’ve seen that corner store more than twice in the past hour.”
Peter turned around, noticing MJ and Ned stopped on the corner, looking around the street like they were tourists. He sighed and stopped too, rushing back to the two before turning around and watching you continue walking.
“Listen, if you two wanna turn back, that’s fine. But for now, I want to figure out what the fuck (Y/N) is doing.”
MJ raised an eyebrow.
“What’s your damage, Peter? Why are you suddenly captivated by (Y/N)?”
Ned looked at Peter and gave him a side glance.
“Listen, MJ. Peter… sort of…. Likes (Y/N). And he really, really wants to know if they’re alright. So maybe we should turn back.”
Peter felt the air rip from his lungs as Ned gave him the single best alibi he’d ever heard. Yet, it felt so right to be a lie.
“Oh, I see here. You wanted to drag me along for some advice? Yeah, I’m not that kind of girl. Ned, can you walk me back to the train station? Not like we’re friends, I’m just too frail to walk alone.”
Ned rolled his eyes at MJ’s sarcasm and took her arm, walking her away from Peter. Peter whipped around to watch you take a turn at the end of the street. He began sprinting to catch up, taking a second of pause before whipping around the corner to… A dead end.
He looked around the brick end and scratched his head. Before he could turn on his heel, he was kicked straight into the wall. Peter began falling from the red, but was turned around forcefully and pressed back, being cornered. He was face to face with you, one hand holding his chest roughly, the other was holding a knife to his throat.
“Wanna explain why you and your posse were following me, Peter?”
Peter couldn’t form words, just muttering incoherent slurs, and you pressed the knife harder.
“We wanted to know what’s going on with you! I’m sorry!”
He finally choked out, and you hesitated on pulling the knife away. You stepped back from him, and he put his hands on his knees, leaning against the brick wall.
“When did you get that strong?”
“When did you become Spider-man?”
Peter’s neck snapped up, his eyes the size of saucers. His mouth opened and slowly stood up straighter.
“What lead you to think that?”
“You’ve been limping on the same leg that I shot on Spider-man, you suddenly get jacked over the summer and suddenly you care about me when I finally stand up for myself. About being alone. Being the black sheep.”
He tried walking towards you, but you gripped the knife and he noticed, backing back into the wall.
“Why did you kill those people?”
You bit your lip.
“The first two were a total accident, I didn’t notice them until you came in. The third guy, fuck I don’t know. I just got angry and the way those civilians looked at me, like I was a damn monster, it just broke something in me. That fire wasn’t me though, one of the goons had this fire gun bullshit. You should be lucky I didn’t kill you.”
You looked at the dirt ground, kicking up light dust. Peter pushed off the wall and walked to you, putting his hand on your shoulder.
“You can change all of this, (Y/N). Let me help you, please.”
Looking up, you noticed Peter had a small smile on his face. You gave him a smirk back.
“Thank you… But I’ll pass.”
Your smile fell as you kicked him in his wounded shin. He wailed and held his leg as he fell. You brought your foot up to his chin, knocking him onto his back. Bringing your and placing it on his chest, you looked down, applying a hard pressure. Peter began coughing, his face turned red, and looked at you panicked.
“Next time I see you, I won’t hesitate to kill you on the spot.”
You stepped off, and kicked off the ground, jumping to the rooftop and began walking away, listening to Peter’s gasps for air.
Nesta has not seen Cassian for four years. Not since they had slept together and she had left. And now - at her sister’s wedding - they meet again. And Nesta isn’t ready for the emotions that follow.
It had been four years since she’d seen Cassian.
Four years of not thinking about him, of not letting herself think of him, and now
he was here, in the hotel lobby, without a care in the world.
Nesta couldn’t let him see her. Not after she’d…
Not after she’d left him in that bed after spending the
night together, and went home, a note the only thing she’d left behind. It had
been easy then, easy to leave. It was just what she did, as horrible as it
sounded. Nesta would not allow herself to get attached, to even stay until the
morning. Because the minute she let herself feel something for someone, the
moment she let someone in…
So I’m already seeing people play a game of telephone with Dream Daddy discourse
There’s people who are citing those who have been told by a friend of a friend who may or may not have played the game why it’s SUPER HOMOPHOBIC and how disappointed they are that they cannot buy it now etc all up in my gaming circles rn and it’s making me slowly lean my head against the wall and hum “Mad World” to myself, tbqh.
And not naming any names but there’s also half-truths and hyperbole going around from people who seem to mostly just not… like the game. Like, I’ve seen people say “it MUST be queerbaiting, bc I thought the game felt soulless, so they clearly don’t care about gay couples!” Like no, you just didn’t like the damn game.
So let’s clear up a couple things.
Multiple people, including at least one writer, who worked on this game in important capacities are LGBT. This was not made by an “all cishet team”.
There is no “cult ending”. There is a maybe-happening-maybe-not Halloween DLC (as confirmed by an artist who worked on the game, albeit not through official channels) that isn’t accessible in game at the moment but was found by data mining. Even if you think a parody ending involving jokey violence is inherently homophobic (spoiler: I think that’s stupid and limiting to LGBT media, go away), the context of it being halloween themed DLC puts a different framing on that altogether. HALLOWEEN IS THE GAYEST FUCKIN HOLIDAY GUYS PLZ
It’s not canon. Seriously. DD has no “bizarre twist”. It has an unused side-route that was horror themed.
Any and all humour in the premise is just Dad jokes. There’s no goddamn gay jokes, guys. “It’s funny and gay and therefore homophobic!” is obnoxious as shit, sorry not every Big Ol’ Queer wants to live a pious, humourless existence. I’ve played through most of this game by now and it’s not got fucking gay jokes (or trans jokes) in it.
There’s legit a good discussion to be had about the way Joseph’s ending plays into some uncomfortable tropes, but I’m gonna be honest, “never allow for anything except a 100% happy ending, for any character” is not a useful mindset to enter that discussion with. “It sucks that the character resembling some real-life experiences around being a closeted religious figure is the one who doesn’t get a ‘good ending’“ is closer to a good jumping off point.
(Also, I see u all telling trans fans, fans of colour, etc not to get a game where they get treated decently bc you think the blonde Christian got the short end of the stick.)
It’s short because it’s an £11 indie game not because They Don’t Care About The Gays or w/e jesus christ chill.
I keep coming back to the stupid “cult ending” bullshit bc it’s like, my guy, “lgbt people are often demonized so doing a joke route where someone is literally possessed is Bad” is allowed to be taken in a slightly different context when the followup is “also nobody important in this game is goddamn heterosexual and the actual content of the game is totally different to this”. Criticism of media isn’t supposed to be a binary checklist of “does or does not have [x]”, you’re supposed to engage with it using the context of the work. Can you- and lbr, a lot of this is coming from cishet allies- just CHILL and let us have a sense of HUMOUR once in a while.
anyway i played a trans dude dad and gay dated and gay fucked some dudes and had a blast, it was SWEET, dd is a fun game
I went digging through the Level 18 gibberish and sorted out all the dialogue into a manageable manuscript if anyone is interested in reading this secret wild ride. None of the dialogue is labeled so I did my best to interpret who was saying what so any mistakes are my bad. It took a few hours to put together but I felt like some people would like more than just a summary so here is the full text:
MC will be short for Main Character or your player.
** edit 07/26/17: minor text fixes, better formatting, the insertion of more images (courtesy of purpledragon42) , and insert of a working readmore **
Level 18- Joseph Bad Ending or True Ending ( Who knows? )
This appears to take place after MC and Joseph Christiansen engage in sex in the yacht, except you don’t wake up to what you expect. This takes place in Cult_Dungeon1.
(Photo Credits: Game Grumps)
START: You’re A Monster
Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaawn. What time is it? Must have been asleep for ages. I wonder what will happen now that Mary is gone? What about Joseph’s kids? And how will Amanda feel about all this? That’s what matters… . Well, we all have each other. I guess time will tell, right? Better get up and greet the day.
Am I tied up?! What the hell?! How did I get here? What’s going on?! Joseph? Anybody?
You’re probably just dreaming. Why would there be a… Don’t panic… . a dungeon. An evil dungeon. Why would there be an evil dungeon here? This can’t be real. Maybe I had too much Twilight Rouge. I’m dreaming, or something.
I found the cult ending thing in the game files but it was all jubled and in the wrong order so i did my best to transcribe it (also i accidentally deleted half of this post the first time I wrote this and i am d y i n g)
A/N: wow I went overboard with this and it’s really all over the place so if you’re confused feel free to message me so I can make things clearer.
This is my first imagine for Harry Hook so I don’t really have his character down yet, also I really hate the ending but I didn’t want it to go on forever so I needed to finish it up.
Being the fifth wheel in a group of some of the most infamous VK’s has never been Y/N’s ideal life, but when approached by the four most feared kids on an island, one does not simply say no.
She hangs around as almost a form of protection, the stigma of the four keeping others away from her. Almost like a security blanket, she can count on having a place in the corner of Mal’s apartment, even if she only stood in the shadows.
Then one day that protection vanishes, the core four summoned to Auradon on Prince Ben’s orders, leaving her behind with nothing.
Two months later she makes her way down an alley way, tugging down the sleeves on her jacket as she nears Ursula’s Chip Shop.
Practically the entire restaurant freezes as she enters, drawing the attention of two teens in particular.
“Well well well,” the teal haired girl sing-songs, dropping a tray onto a table as she walks by, “what do we have here?”
She walks up to the girl, eyebrows raised.
“Tell me Harry,” Uma asks, circling around the her, “are we taking in strays?”
“Hm, I dunno,” the boy replies, smirk on his face, “she’s cute though, maybe we should keep her. I could use another play thing.”
“I just came for food,” Y/N replies, crossing her arms over her chest, “not to join some kiddy pirate crew.”
Uma place a hand on Harry’s chest before he can rush forward, her eyebrows raised slightly.
“Impressive,” she mutters, nodding, “take a seat, I’ll have a server sent your way.”
The girl sits down on a stool, all to aware of the boy who now occupies the seat next to her.
“It’s a shame darlin’,” he drawls, leaning his chin on his hand, “we could’ve had lots of fun together.”
“Never thought you’d want anything to do with me,” she replies, raising an eyebrow, “last I checked I was part of Mal’s crew, not Uma’s.”
“And last time I checked,” Harry smirked, “your little crew are now frolicking around the fields of Auradon, and you’re still here. No crew, no friends, no nothing.”
The girl clenches her fist under the table, swallowing back her words.
“Your point?” She asks.
The pirate smirks, twirling his hook around in his hand.
“Just plotting love,” he says, standing up, “I’ll see you ‘round.”
That is the first of many encounters with the infamous pirate teen, it seems as if every time she turns a corner he’s there, a smirk on his face, the hook in his hand and a backhanded complement dripping off his lips.
Four months after Mal, Evie, Jay, and Carlos left for Auradon she’s walking through the Isle, hands shoved in her pockets.
“Hello there love,” he says from behind her, a half smile appearing on her face, “fancy seeing you here.”
“Is it?” She asks, keeping her stride as Harry falls into step next to her. “Don’t you know where I am at all times? Isn’t that the job of a stalker?”
“I’m offended you would even think I would stoop to that level,” he says, placing a hand on his heart in fake shock.
“What do you want Hook?” She questions, leaning against the brick wall.
“I’ve got a proposition for you,” he replies.
“Do you now?” She smirks. “And is this your proposition or Uma’s?”
“Both,” Harry answers, twirling his necklace around in his fingers, “come to the chip shop tonight, two a.m. We want to talk.”
With that, the pirate turns on his heel and walks down the alley.
“And if I don’t?” She calls.
And she does, at two a.m. on the dot she shoves her way into the shop, one hand on her hip.
“She’s a prompt one,” Uma says from the back.
“Mother always taught me to be on time,” she says sarcastically, making her way towards her.
“Mother’s always give the best advice,” Uma replies, gesturing for the girl to sit down.
“So what is this,” Y/N asks, “I’ve already told you that I don’t have any info on Mal and her friends, haven’t heard from any of them since they left.”
“Nah it ain’t about that,” Uma shakes her head, leaning on her elbows on the counter, “I want…well, we want you to join our crew. Not an entry level type thing, I want you up with us, with me and Harry and Gil. I wanna add a fourth to our ranks.”
“Why me?” She questions, leaning forward. “You could get anyone on this island, especially since Mal left, so why me?”
“Power,” Uma shrugs, “simple as that. You were on Mal’s crew, you’ve got status here. You need a crew and I need a fourth member, figured we could help each other out.”
“You’d be willing to work with me?” Y/N questions, noticing Harry lurking in the background. “And your crew would too?”
“They don’t have a choice,” Uma replies, “but yes, I am willing.”
“And you?” Y/N throws her question at Harry, keeping her eyes trained on Uma.
She sees Harry smirk from the corner of her eye.
“Welcome aboard princess.”
A few days later Y/N joins the pirate crew aboard their ship, arms crossed over her chest.
“I’ll teach you the ropes,” Harry says, “literally and figuratively. You’ll pick it up in no time.”
The two teens spend practically every minute of every day together for the next few weeks, becoming incredibly close incredibly fast.
“We’ve been working hard all day love,” Harry says, leaning against the mast as the girl turns to look at him, “let’s go on a walk.”
“You sure Uma is okay with that?” She asks, quirking an eyebrow.
“Uma doesn’t control every single thing I do,” he rolls his eyes, “c'mon, lets have a rest.”
“Walk me down the beach?” She suggests, holding her hand out to him.
Harry takes it gladly.
“After you princess.”
The two teens walk down the sand, hands still intertwined.
“So I know that ‘dating’ isn’t really a thing here,” she starts, “but you and Uma…is that a thing or?”
“Me and Uma?” The pirate laughs. “Nah, we’re just mates, the best of friends I would say. We’ve been friends since we were toddlers. Why?”
“Just curious,” she shrugs, staring at the shore line.
“I would call dating a thing here though,” Harry says, “it maybe be different than what they have there at Boradon,” Y/N laughs at his nickname for the mainland, “but it’s still a thing. We may be villains, but we’re allowed to fall in love, to get as close to a happy ending as possible.”
“You think we deserve that?” Y/N asks. “Cause I think the people over there think we deserve to pay for the sins of our parents.”
“Doesn’t matter what they think,” Harry replies, “they don’t know what life’s like over here, they don’t get a say in what we deserve.”
“I like that,” she smiles.
“I like you,” Harry says, biting down slightly on his lip as he looks at her.
“Yeah?” She asks, a half smile on her face as the boy nods. “I like you too.”
Harry’s smirk widens, his hand squeezing hers as they continue to walk down the beach.
“We should head back soon,” Y/N says quietly, “I promised Uma I’d cover a shift at the shop tonight.”
“Kiss me first,” Harry says, turning her around so they’re face to face instead of next to each other, “then we’ll go back.”
She does as he asks, smiling as she presses her lips to his. She feels his hand cup her cheek, the slight sea breeze blowing through her hair.
“More of that later?” She questions, causing Harry to smirk again.
“Much more of that later, love,” he says, taking his hat off of his head and placing it on hers, “much more.”
Six months after Mal left the Isle, she came back. Y/N sits in Ursula’s shop, she felt Mal’s presence before Harry even told her.
“She’s back isn’t she,” the girl asks as her boyfriend plops into the seat next to her, “I can feel it.”
“Yeah, she is,” Harry replies, “saw her at Tremaine’s salon, how are you doing?”
“I guess ’m okay,” she shrugs, “but that girl essentially left me for dead, right now all I want to do is see the look on her face when she realizes I thrived while she was gone, that I don’t need her or her posse to run this town.”
“You’re so hot when you’re revengeful,” Harry growls, surging forward and practically smashing their lips together in a heated mess.
“Oh get a room you two,” Uma says a few minutes later, practically throwing a tray down on the bar for Gil.
Harry pulls away from her, only to press another short, bruising kiss to her lips.
“I’ve got a plan,” Uma says, leaning against the counter, “you ready for this?”
Her question is pointed at Y/N, the girl smirks.
“I’m ready for anything.”
Much to Y/N’s surprise, Mal actually shows up to the shop. Uma practically growls, walking up to the purple haired girl as Harry slides an arm around Y/N’s shoulders.
“How ya doin’?” He whispers, lips ghosting over her ear as he kisses the skin gently.
“She may have changed her look, but she hasn’t changed her attitude,” the girl says, “she hated being bad, deep down she always wanted to be like the kids in Auradon, no amount of hair dye and leather can change that.”
As Mal and Uma talk, the purple haired girl’s eyes shift around the shop, landing on the couple near the back.
Y/N presses kisses to Harry’s jaw line, taking the tri-horned hat off of his head and placing it on hers, a smirk playing on her lips as she sees Mal turn her gaze back to Uma.
“And what exactly did that accomplish?” Harry questions playfully.
“Maybe nothing, probably nothing,” Y/N shrugs, smiling up at him, “but it was fun.”
“You’re evil,” Harry mumbles.
“You love it.”
“Hmm,” he hums, grin on his face, “that I do.”
“Walk me home?” She asks, intertwining their fingers.
“After you,” Harry replies, opening the back door for them to leave.
The couple makes their way down the alley, Harry’s arm around her shoulders and their fingers intertwined.
“No no I’m serious,” Y/N says with a light laugh, “she froze the entire kingdom and then turned her own sister to ice.”
“Sounds like she belongs over here,” Harry replies, “not in Auradon.”
“Must be because she’s of royal blood,” the girl shrugs, “but who knows.”
The conversation comes to a halt when Y/N’s eyes land on her used-to-be friends standing in the alley way.
“Y/N?” Evie questions with surprise. “You’re still here?”
“Where else would I be?” Y/N shoots back harshly, Harry squeezing her hand gently.
“What’s going on here?” Jay asks, hopping down from his perch above the alley.
“Just trying to get home,” Y/N replies, “what are you all doing here?”
“Getting Ben,” Carlos answers, glaring at Harry, “no thanks to this clown.”
Y/N places a hand on Harry’s chest, holding him back.
“Just leave it,” she whispers, shaking her head, “they’re not worth it.”
“You’ve changed,” Jay says, crossing his arms, “last thing I remember you wouldn’t go near Uma or her crew.”
“Yeah well,” she shrugs, looking up at Harry, “I had to survive somehow, the only friends I had deserted me. And things just…happened.”
Harry kisses her forehead, Carlos’s jaw practically hitting the floor.
“Well that’s…” he searches for words, eye darting around the alley, “new.”
“Time to go?” Harry asks in a whisper, the girl nodding in agreement.
“Good luck getting your friend back,” she says, “you’re gonna need it.”
The two of them swagger off, Harry spinning the hook around in his hand.
“You’ve gained more confidence since they left,” he says, “it’s hot. I’m proud of you.”
“All thanks to you,” she replies, “when I was friends with them I felt…weak. Like I was a charity case or something, but when I’m with you and Uma and Gil I feel…powerful. I feel like I matter.”
“You do matter,” Harry replies, “and we’re gonna rule Auradon together. And no one is going to ever make you feel like you don’t matter again.”
“Promise?” She questions, smile on her face as she cups his cheeks.
“Promise,” he smiles, kissing her hard, “we’re gonna rule the world princess.”
The next day, Steve had to go to work and you asked him if he could drop you off at campus, wanting to explore more of what your future school offered. He said goodbye with a kiss to your cheek and you tried not to let your thoughts dwell on it too much as you walked around the nearly-empty buildings of the large university.
The next few days were filled with applications you had to fill out, make sure you had the right schedule, and even looking for a job to pass the time and get a little money from whilst you were studying in the city. Steve didn’t bring up kissing again and you inwardly denied that it disappointed you.
A/N: Oh my god you guys!! I have so much to discuss but first and foremost I want to thank all of you for making this story into what it is. I started this story two weeks ago and in those two weeks I’ve gained almost 2000 followers and have had success that I never even dreamed of. Thank you so much for all that you’ve done for me, for this story, and hopefully for stories I write in the future!!! Skyline wouldn’t be what it is today without you guys. Secondly, there will be a pt. 7!!! I know I keep saying this, but I really did mean for this to be the last part. It’s just that there are so many things I want to include and plot points I want to flesh out, and although I feel bad for writing angst chapter after angst chapter, I want to give you guys my all and I don’t want to short change you. Finally, I would like to thank my friends Zoe and Jen for helping me brainstorm ideas and helping finalize details and plot points. I love you guys so so much!! Also, everyone, again, I DO NOT HAVE A TAGS LIST!!! I put this at the beginning of every chapter, it’s in my bio, and I’ve made multiple posts but people keep spamming me about it. I am truly not trying to be mean, but I do my best to respond to every ask and message I get, and having to sort through a million people asking the same question is hard guys!!!. Before, I go, one last thing: because everyone has sent me in songs that they listen to that remind them of Skyline, I compiled them into a playlist along with ones I listen to!! Please give it a listen and try to listen in order, as the songs follow the storyline. Link is below. Enjoy everyone!!
Waking up the next morning was hard. Sleep was like temporary amnesia, and when
you awoke alone in bed, your hand automatically reached out for the note that
Spider-Man always left before he disappeared every night. Instead of feeling the usual smooth sheet of
paper, however, you felt empty sheets that seemed colder than ever before. It was then that the events of the previous
night tumbled into your head, from your request to know Spider-Man’s identity,
to him saying I love you for the first time, to you giving him up.
You groaned and rubbed your hand across your face,
fatigue taking over. More than anything,
you wanted to fake an illness, stay in bed all day, and wallow in your
thoughts, but you knew you had to get up.
Although the breakup hurt you (did it count as a breakup if you were
never really together in the first place?), you knew you made the right
choice. There was no way a relationship
with a superhero would work out if the significant other didn’t know who they
were; if you were to fall in love, you would need to be able to fall
Summary: Peter saves you when Flash begins to get a little bit too handsy
–> “No, like…. It’s just, I can’t believe you’re actually wearing my clothes.” And “You can’t leave without letting me hug you first.” combined into one with Peter Parker please? Btw I love your writing!
A/N: fucking pissed cause tumblr deleted all of this and so now I’m writing it again
To say that Peter Parker had a crush on you was a complete understatement. The boy was head over heels in love with you. He thought he had it bad with Liz, but with you it was a whole other level. In fact, his infatuation with you was the sole reason he dragged Ned to this party with him.
Peter had over heard some fellow classmates talking in the hallway about how Flash was planning on asking you out tonight. And Peter simply couldn’t just stand by and let that happen.
His soft brown eyes scanned over the crowds of people hoping to find the one angel that stood out above all of them, but to his dismay all he saw were strangers.
Apparently Flash has many friends from other schools cause Peter only knew a handful of the kids that he could see.
“Do you see her anywhere, Ned?”
“No. Maybe we should split up. Cover more ground, you know?”
“Yeah, good idea.”
Ned headed off in one direction, and Peter in the other. Peter wondered off through the different crowds of people searching for the girl of his dreams.
He said a few hellos to some people he knew from the robotics club, the school band and the academic decathlon team.
He was just about to give up on finding you when he suddenly heard the beautiful sound of your laugh.
Peter jerked his head around and saw you leaning against a wall surrounded by a group of your friends, one of them which was obviously telling a funny story.
Peter admired the way your soft curls perfectly framed your face and how the crop top and high waisted jeans you were wearing hugged your body in all the best ways.
Peter felt his heart begin to beat rapidly when his eyes connected with yours from across the room. You gave him a soft smile and a small wave and Peter is still not quite sure how his brain got the message to the rest of his body to return the gesture.
But the beautiful moment was quickly cut short by Flash pushing through the wall of your friends and placing an arm above your head.
Peter didn’t have to be near to know what Flash was saying when he saw his mouth begin to move. He knew he was asking you out.
Peter heard his heart pounding in his ears as he watched the horrific scene unfold before him. It wasn’t until he saw you flip Flash off that he was able to breathe again.
But soon the relief disappeared once again as he watch Flash grab your wrist and pull you into his chest. Peter realized all your friends had scattered once Flash walked up and there was no one to come to your rescue.
Now, Peter knew you were a tough girl that could fend for herself, but he also knew how relentless Flash could be. And the thought of anything happening to you was enough to send him across the room in a matter of seconds until he was standing between you and Flash.
Peter felt your fingers grip the back of his shirt and it was the fear in them that caused the sanity in his brain to blur. Peter no longer cared if he used his Spidey strength to harm the ass hole that threatened the girl he loved.
Peter sent Flash flying across the room into a glass door that lead into his backyard.
Peter felt the eyes of everyone at the party on him. He knew everyone was wondering how the scrawny kid from gym class that could barely do a pull up managed to send a man flying across the room.
Peter was about to panic when he heard your soft voice pull him back to reality.
“Peter? Can we please get out of here?”
There was no hesitation. Peter had grabbed your hand and was leading you out of the house.
Once you two had safely exited, Peter began to lead you down the street.
“Where are we headed?”
“I-I can’t go home. Not like this.”
It was then that Peter saw the tears in your eyes which only angered him more. He pulled you into his side and wrapped his arm around your shoulders.
“We can go back to my apartment. It isn’t far, and May won’t mind if you stay over.”
Peter felt the girl nod and began to lead her in the direction of his home.
The two fell into a comfortable silence until you finally spoke up.
“Please don’t think I’m a baby for crying… I’m used to guys hitting on me and I’ve gotten quite good at shutting them down. I’m just not used to them beginning to get physical with me and it freighted me. Thank you, Peter, for saving me.”
The fear in the your voice when you spoke of Flash’s actions was almost enough to send Peter back into the house to end the bully for good.
“I’ll always protect you, Y/N. No matter what.”
Peter was too focused on getting the two home safely to notice the smile that crossed your face, but he did notice the way your small fingers gripped his shirt tighter.
After a short while of walking, you and Peter had finally reached his apartment.
Peter lead you quietly into his room, careful not to wake his aunt up.
Although he knew May wouldn’t mind the girl staying over, he also knew she would never stop teasing him about having a girl sleep in his room. Especially one as pretty as you.
Peter opened up one of his drawers and pulled out some clothes for you to change into.
“Here you go. I’ll sleep on the couch and you can take the be-”
“No! I um… sorry. Can you, um, sleep in here? With me?”
Peter didn’t think he’d ever hear such beautiful words leave someone’s mouth.
Peter nodded his head and turned around to give you privacy to change. He stared at his poster of the periodic table until he heard you clear your voice, signaling to him that he could turn around.
Peter felt his cheeks grow red as he looked over your attire.
His t-shirt hung loosely off your body and his sweatpants were bunched up at the bottom due to him being a few inches taller than you. You looked completely adorable.
You shifter your eyes to the floor under his intense gaze.
“Do I look bad or something?”
“No, like…. It’s just, I can’t believe you’re actually wearing my clothes.“
A smile grew across your face as Peter crossed the room and took your hand in his to lead you to his small twin sized bed.
Peter laid down on his back and pulled you to lay on top of him. You laid your head on his chest and Peter began to run his fingers through your hair.
The soothing gesture and the sound of his heart beat was enough to send you to sleep in a matter of minutes.
—The Next Morning—
You were pulled from your dreaming state as the sunlight crept in through Peter’s window.
You lifted your head up and couldn’t help but smile at how adorable Peter looked as he slept.
His brown curls were scattered in different directions. His soft pink lips were slightly parted and a soft blush was spread across his cheeks.
You reached your hand up to push a loose curl out of his face and Peter’s eyes began to flutter open at the soft touch.
A smile spread across his face as he leaned into your touch.
"Good morning, sleepy head.” You whispered.
“Good morning, beautiful.” Peter replied in his husky morning voice.
His eyes widened as he realized what he said but the soft giggle that escaped your lips calmed him in a matter of seconds.
“I should go. My parents are probably worried sick.”
Peter frowned at the loss of warmth as your body left his.
He watched as you picked up your clothes from the floor. You turned and gave him one last smile before your hand reach out to grab the door handle but his voice stopped you from opening it.
“You can’t leave without letting me hug you first.”
You bit your lip and turned around to see Peter already standing behind you smirking.
“I can do you one better.”
Confusion crossed his face as you gripped the front of his shirt and pulled his lips into yours.
The kiss lasted a few short seconds but they were the best seconds of his life.
Peter watched you walk out of his apartment with a goofy, lovestruck grin on his face.
new mind palace sequence, listen: sherlock going through those doors in his mind palace and it’s still the hallways of the roland kerr further educational college but instead of redbeard in the middle of the floor, it’s just john, leaning casually against the wall with his arms crossed, wearing that plaid shirt with the sheer maroon cardigan, looking off into the distance, and when sherlock comes in, his head turns, and he sees sherlock, and he smiles just a very very very tiny little bit, so little only sherlock could see it, only because he knows john’s face so very well.
and john pushes off the wall and goes to sherlock, stands in front of him. you need to calm down, sherlock, he says. he sounds like his doctor self. his soldier self. the way he sounded just inside 221b’s door before Moriarty’s trial all those years before, the quiet authority, ready? before he lead sherlock through the crowd. the quiet authority of just a few weeks ago on the floor of a barracks bathroom, of steven, can you hear me? stay with me. sherlock says, i didn’t know, john, i’m sorry i didn’t see it. and john reaches out one hand, puts it on sherlock’s arm. they don’t touch much in real life but sherlock knows the size of john’s hand, the warmth of his palm. he knows it now. he knows it always.
don’t apologise, john says. i just need for you to be all right sherlock. i know it hurts, i know it does. i got shot too, remember? but i need for you to be all right. and it does hurt, it really hurts, and john is saying breathe, breathe, helping sherlock to his knees so he doesn’t fall down, helping him carefully to the floor. how did you survive it? sherlock asks him. how did you survive the pain? sherlock knows now how it is to be hugged by john, and john hugs him here, too, holds sherlock close to his body, shelters him. he smells like aftershave. his eyes are deep dark blue. i had to, john says, he takes off his cardigan and presses it to the wound in sherlock’s chest. it’s not bleeding, here in the mind palace, but the pressure hurts. i had to survive it so that we could find each other. and you have already left me once, sherlock, and i can’t do it again. do you understand? you do not get to die under my hands again, all right? john takes his face in his hands as sherlock’s heart starts to fail. softer now. we’re losing you, sherlock, and i need you to survive this, okay, i need you to do this with me. are you ready? so breathe. and john kisses his forehead. breathe. john kisses one cheekbone, breathe, and the other. sherlock, right now, okay? right now. are you ready?
sherlock nods, even though he isn’t sure, and john says it one more time, breathe, and it sounds like for me, and he kisses sherlock’s mouth, kisses him hard and steady and certain, and somewhere in a surgical suite outside of sherlock’s mind, a machine beeps back into life.
A/N: Guys!!! I’m seriously blown away at all the commotion and excitement around Skyline. In the two days that I’ve posted it, I’ve had to turn off my notifications just because they were blowing up!! Thank you so much for all that you’ve done and, hopefully, will continue to do…as there will be a Skyline pt. 3 and possibly pt. 4!! One quick thing I’d like to mention, however, is that I’ve gotten a lot of requests to tag people in my writing. While I’m honoured that you guys want to know as soon as possible when I update, I’ve had so many people request to be on a tags list that I’ve just decided not to do one. I don’t ever want to leave someone out or forget about someone, so I thought it’d be best to not have one at all. I really hope this doesn’t affect you guys too much, but if you follow me, I usually give pretty regular updates on what’s going to be coming soon. And, with that out of the way, I hope you enjoy!!
It had taken a few weeks, but life after your meeting with Spider-Man had finally returned to normal. The groups of people hanging around your locker had broken up, the teachers stopped questioning you in front of class, and only three people asked if you had Spider-Man’s number when they wrote in your yearbook. Despite the attention you had received, however, your school year had come to an uneventful close. And although you were grateful the interrogations had stopped, you were less than overjoyed about the dullness your days had once again become coloured with.
Your time was filled with events in which variety was far and few. You woke up at the same time, ate the same breakfast, took care of the same two year old next door, visited your same friends, and tried not to notice the slow ticking of the clock on the wall. It wasn’t that you didn’t enjoy the time with your friends, or your favourite toddler; it was just that you felt…different. Different in a way that you couldn’t explain, or even put into words. Just different.
At 3:05 am, Izuku did something he hadn’t done in the last
He logged out of his HeroForum account.
It was a forum he’d stumbled upon back in middle school, on
the recommendation of a friend-of-a-friend, and he’d lost four straight nights
of sleep that first week digging in deeper and farther to what it offered. He
dug until he was commenting on All Might
Quirk Theory threads that were three-years-dead, until he made a name for
himself almost overnight as an overwhelming bastion of hero trivia.
The forum had only grown in the meantime. It blew up at
every skirmish. It tracked hero movements moment by moment, pinning locations
and encouraging other members in the area to flock if they could. One time, it
was shut down for an entire week when a thirteen year old boy stumbled into villain
cross-fire while trying to follow the forum’s pin on the hero Momentum.
The HeroForum was Izuku’s everything for keeping tabs on the
world he loved. Even after meeting All Might, even after his acceptance to UA, “MightyBoy64”s
presence didn’t falter. In fact, Izuku fantasized about the day that he, as a
pro hero, revealed himself to be in charge of the MightBoy64 alias. He fantasized
about how loyal fans and avid readers would burst to learn one of the forum’s
biggest names had gone pro through UA.
Izuku now tucked those fantasies away in the back of his
mind. Embarrassed, or ashamed, or maybe just disgusted.
At 3:05 am, MightyBoy64 logged out. And he would not come
Instead Izuku put his phone in his pocket. And he rose from
the couch in the Class 1-A dorm living room. He navigated to Shouto Todoroki’s
room, and he knocked. At 3:07 am, Shouto
“Can I come in?” Izuku asked. All the room’s lights were on,
a soft glow against the tatami mat flooring.
“Yeah,” Shouto answered. He didn’t ask why.
Izuku walked in, aimless at first, before choosing the wall
across from Shouto’s desk and sitting cross-legged on the floor, back leaning
against it for support. His phone burned in his pocket.
“I was studying for the English test Monday, but I can’t
practice dialogue out loud on my own,” Izuku said. He uncrossed his legs and
recrossed them more comfortably. “Are you busy? Want to practice with me?”
Shouto sat down again at his desk. He considered it. “Okay.”
Izuku’s fingers twitched, itched, possessed with the
subconscious desire to take his phone back out and consume the HeroForum posts
like a starved dog digging into fresh meat. He couldn’t help it. It was in his
Especially as the hero scandal of the decade was unfolding.
Whole forums had crashed under the weight of debate. And
HeroForum had swelled to near bursting in the last 12 hours as more and more
fans flocked to gossip and argue and pry and wring forth every last drop of
information they could about the chaos unfolding in the hero world.
Affairs struck the hero world on occasion. Fights between
heroes and reporters, displays of public drunkenness, petit theft, public
indecency. Silly yarns of gossip that got hero fans through the day were the
This was the first time a hero had been arrested under the
accusation of rampant, violent child-abuse.
This was the first time a scandal had struck a hero whose
name was known to every breathing person in Japan.
And this was the second time a #1 ranked hero had fallen.
All Might only months prior in a battle that obliterated the last of his power.
And Endeavor now, shackled and jailed under allegations of
child abuse, felled by an accusation which had been filed by his own
up-and-coming hero son, who stated in his only public address that he just hadn’t
ever felt heroic enough before to do what needed to be done.
And the name Shouto
Todoroki exploded across every forum site imaginable. Izuku had seen it
all. Izuku felt sick to his stomach.
Clips of the televised UA Sports Festival were passed around
with fervor, every frame inspected for the sake of passing judgement on Endeavor’s
son. Every quirk of Shouto’s eyebrow, every shift of his eyes, every tilt of
the head—was it the body language of an abused child? Of a liar? Of an
attention-seeker? Of someone looking to destroy
his father and take his place in the public eye?
Fiery callous rants tore away at the character of Shouto
Todoroki; others dissected Enji Todoroki, and explained how from the very start
the man should have been pegged a monster. Threads hit their post limit.
Servers crashed. Fan sites of Endeavor came under storm.
“Midnight’s-Man-X” called it petty for Shouto to accuse the
father that he no longer lived with. “AllSuperFan100” lauded it as brave. “HeroMight12”
wrote a rant, 13,500 words in length, about how the state of the world could
not afford to lose another #1 hero so quickly, given how unstable the
environment had only just become, how many more lives may be at risk now, and
that it was ultimately selfish for Shouto to rob Japan of its #1 hero so soon
after All Might’s fall.
MightyBoy64 tried once, just once, to explain why Shouto had
done the right thing. Why letting his father cement his role as the #1 hero
would be wrong. Why Enji Todoroki deserved to face justice for what he did, in
the face of the overwhelming of evidence against him in the form of Enji’s own
meticulously-documented “training plan” which he had put Shouto through.
And Izuku had been too horrified by the replies to try to
argue any further. Because all of them, whether agreeing or not, did something
vicious to Shouto Todoroki. They reduced him to a character, a prop, a toy to
be tossed about and chewed over and twisted in favor their own political view.
Shouto Todoroki wasn’t real to these people.
And maybe, if Izuku had never come to UA, Shouto Todoroki wouldn’t
have been real to him either.
So he’d logged out, and forced the forums from his mind, and
sat now on the smooth ridged tatami matting, his fingers trailing along its
bumps. Izuku watched Shouto’s face, his scar thin and stretched at the edges,
his cheeks round and soft under the lamplight. His bangs were loose and messy,
as though Shouto had been running his fingers through his hair too often lately,
and his eyes were lined in a bruising purple, as though he were a real person
wrung through the stress of being reduced to a prop at the hands of millions of
“…Present Mic said we just need to hold a conversation with
him using 20 vocab words from this unit. I’ll start,” Izuku said. He pushed
himself higher against the wall, and he breathed in deep, thinking about the
English sounds he struggled most to pronounce. “Are you alright, Todoroki-kun?”
Shouto looked at him, silent a moment. Then answered in
Japanese, “Isn’t this unit on vacation activities?”
“I’m getting there.” Izuku leaned forward, more heart in his
words. “How are you feeling, Todoroki-kun?
Aren’t you tired?”
Shouto still hesitated, though not as long this time.
“No. I’m not tired.
“No, I’m not. I will
stay here with you, and practice English, so we will do well on the test. What
is your favorite ice cream flavor?”
Shouto looked down at his desk briefly. Izuku caught a
glimpse of papers that looked far too official for UA class notes. His eyes
flickered to the laptop open next to them, displaying a blank new tab, though the
row of tabs along the top suggested an endless cascade of news articles open on
Shouto eased the laptop shut, pushed his chair away from his
desk, and he stood. He moved to Izuku and lowered himself to the floor, leaning
against the wall, until the pent up tension in his shoulders eased, and the
back of his head touched the wall, and he breathed deep. His whole body became
something smaller, and more child-like, and more relaxed. The exhaustion in his
eyes became something just a bit less tense.
“I like chocolate ice
cream best, Midoriya-kun. How about you?”
Me: Alright I think I’ve FINALLY figured out this part of my identity-
BPD: *emerges from the shadows, leaning against a wall, holding a cigarette between two fingers* That’s a very nice sense of identity stability you have there…*takes a long drag and blows out two smoke rings* would be a shame…if something…happened to it…
Authors Note: To the Anon that requested it end in fluff, I hope you’re okay with the ending! It’s not all that fluffy, but it’s all I could come up with, especially with putting two similar requests together! But I still hope you enjoy! Also, I’m very aware that the ending of this is kind of rushed and I apologize!
“Thank you SO much Gil! I really appreciate you taking over my shift!” You exclaimed, your hand reaching out and taking your friends hand as you made your way off the lower part of the dock.
“No problem, Y/N!” He smiled, his voice so full of enthusiasm that it sounded as though he was going to burst. “You’ve been put on watch every night this past week. I think you could use a break.”
You laughed, your shoulders bouncing in a ‘what can you do’ type shrug before slouching in acknowledgement. “Well, I guess that’s what happens when you start a fight with Uma.”
Gil let out a giant laugh, his eyes lighting up in childlike innocence before nudging you in the side.
“Yeah, I guess.” He agreed, quickly taking his sword out of his belt and laying it on his chair. “But you better be careful. She might try to throw you overboard next time, and I don’t think Harry would be able to stop her.”
You rolled your eyes playfully, the image of Harry even trying to stand up to Uma roaming your mind and making you laugh.
“Harry would let Uma throw me overboard without a second thought.” You joked, not once meaning your words, but knowing that Gil would find them hilarious.
Gil let out a small giggle, his shoulder nudging yours once again as he led you back into Ursulas Fish and Chips and toward your dorm.
“Anyway, thanks again, Gil! I really do appreciate this!” You proclaimed, your arms wrapping around Gils’ waist in a friendly hug. “I promise I’ll pay you back somehow.” You playfully winked, the joking nature of your friendship with Gil as innocent as it was flirty.
“With what? Candy? Popcorn? Candy AND popcorn?”
“All of it you can eat.” You replied, a small laugh escaping your lips before gently pulling away from him and making your way into your room.
You let out an exhausted sigh, the air heavy against your skin as it warmed you from the cold wetness of the dock. Breathing in deeply, you removed your belt and walked towards your drawer, your hands reaching down and removing you shirt as you prepared to change out of your ‘watch’ clothes.
Then, suddenly and without any type of warning, a loud bang rang through your room, the sound catching you off guard and making you stop in your tracks. Lifting your shirt so that it covered your barley covered chest, you reached down and grabbed your sword, immedietly pointing towards the entrance and at whoever dared to barge into your room without a reason. That’s when you saw your best friend Harry standing at your door, his eyes staring straight into yours as he completely disregarded the fact that he had walked in on you in a personal state.
“What the hell, Harry!? I could have killed you!” You shreiked, immedietly throwing down your sword and putting on your shirt.
“C’mon, love. You and I both know that that would never happen.” He slurred, his accent thick and rich in your ears as he made his way inside and shut the door behind him.
You rolled your eyes, quickly making your way over to your bed in order to take off your shoes.
“Yeah, whatever. What are you doing here?”
Harry breathed in deeply before making his way closer to you, his eyes showing an intense amount of anger that you weren’t used to seeing from him.
“What’s your problem?” You questioned, a light giggle leaving your lips as you assumed he came to rant about something Uma made him do.
Harry cocked his head to the side, his lips curling into a playful smile as he stood mere inches from you.
“Are you and Gil dating now?” He questioned, anger and sarcasm heavy on his voice as his darlky outlined eyes bored straight into yours.
“No.” You laughed, immedietly pushing him out of your way and heading to your closet to put away your shoes.
You had never even considered the idea of you and Gil dating, and you didn’t understand why anyone else would either. Gil was one of your best friends, and you did seem to playfully flirt with him a lot, but still. Everyone on the Isle knew that you’ve had a thing for Harry for years now. You were in love with him and it was completely obvious.
To everyone but Harry, that is.
“Really?” Harry suddenly continued to question, the glare from his hook bouncing off the wall and shining into your eyes as he made his way over to you. “Then what’s with all the hugging, huh? And the flirty comments?” He asked, leaning against the wall beside you. “I saw you just now, and people don’t talk like that with people that are just friends.”
“Then you obviously don’t have very many friends, do ya stud?” You joked, a small shrug leaving your shoulders as you heard him give you an angry sigh. “I don’t know what you want me to say, Harry. Gil and I aren’t dating.” You continued, not understanding why he would care so much about it in the first place. “Besides, why is it any of your business who I date?”
Harry looked at you in disbelief, his eyebrows furrowed in a strange mixture of shock and anger before he leaned away from the wall and hovered over you.
“Damn, Y/N. Are you really that blind?” He seethed, his voice so full of venom that you felt as though you’d been bitten.
“Hey, back off.” You demanded, completely confused as to what had made Harry so mad at you all of a sudden. You and Harry had had plenty of fights during your friendship, but he had never been angry at you. Not like this.
But the fact that he was angry at you wasn’t even the problem. It was what he was angry about. He had no reason to question you about your completely non-romantic relationship with Gil, and if anyone had a right to be mad, it was you for his complete inability to see that the only person you wanted to date was standing right in front of you.
“What the hell’s your problem, Harry? Why are you questioning me all of a sudden?” You asked, quickly walking over to him and poking him in the chest. “Besides, you may be my best friend, but you don’t have the right to get angry with me about something as personal as dating. That’s none of your business.”
“Best friend? Just…seriously, Y/N? Don’t you see that that’s the problem!” He scoffed, his eyes becoming glassy as his anger turned into disbelief.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” You asked, confusion filling your face as you questioned why your friendship was suddenly a problem for him.
“Because…” He started loudly, his voice fading to a whisper as he realized what he was about to say. “Because I just…” He continued, not being able to find the right words as his eyes traveled across your confused stricken face. “Oh, screw it.” He breathed, his hands suddenly reaching out and bringing his face towards yours.
Letting out a surprised squeal, you couldn’t help the shock that crossed your face as Harry’s lips connected with yours. You were frozen for a moment, your eyes wide open and looking into space before you finally gave in and kissed him back.
The kiss was slow at first, the deep flavor of sweat and saltwater heavy on your tongue as you pulled him closer to you. Harry pressed against you softly, his hands quickly leaving your face and wrapping around your waist as he lightly dug his hook into your lower back.
Giving you a relieved sigh, Harry removed his hook from behind your back and pressed you against the wall, his hot tongue immedietely making its way towards your lips as your nails ran diligently down his sides.
Letting out a gasp, you pulled away, the need for air becoming too strong as your mind tried to register what exactly was going on.
“I…I um…” You started, your speech completely gone as you tried to figure out what to say. “I..I -”
“That,” Harry interrupted, his face mere inches from yours as he continued to press against you. “That’s why I wanted to know.”