#<- ah it really is... the text is from the pov of the computer so i would hope this comes across

[pigswithwings]

to care for you i must take you apart

[afreakingdork]

Soft Spot - Chapter 9

RotTMNT Donatello x Reader

Nothing but a little work under the table in this week’s chapter art by @garbagemilkshake (ALSO IT'S THEIR BIRTHDAY SO YOU BETTER WISH THEM ONE!)

Rated: Explicit

Warnings/Tags: Romance, Established Relationship, Married Couple, Married Life, Aged-Up Mutant Ninja Turtles, Villain Donatello (TMNT), Love, POV Second Person, Babies, Pregnancy, AFAB reader, Vaginal Sex, Rough Sex, Penis In Vagina Sex, Creampie, Breeding Kink, Multiple Orgasms, Angst, Fluff and Angst, Happy Ending, Fertility Issues, Pregnant Sex, Pregnancy Kink, Reader-Insert, Cunnilingus, Fellatio, Cum Eating, Turtle Noises (TMNT), I have a Biology Degree and I’m Using it, Menstruation, There WILL NOT be any Miscarriages

Synopsis: First comes love. Then comes marriage. Then comes the next step about as smooth as the others arrived. The baby-oriented sequel to Weak Spot.

Also available on Ao3

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LAST WARNING FOR THE 🍋 UNDER THE CUT. MINORS DNI!

Donnie was skulking around like a cartoon villain. While you were busy finishing a show you were watching, you could sense him moving around. He wasn’t being invasive about it and you only really noticed him during lulls of action. He’d abandoned watching alongside you hours ago after the plot hadn’t interested him. For a while he toiled about on his computer until he inquired about bed. You had only two episodes to go in the season and replied that you were going to finish. He pecked you goodnight and you had figured that would be it.

He appeared to shut off the lights and tuck himself in. You had lowered the television volume for his sake and he’d been silent right up until he appeared in the corner of your vision checking in. You said nothing as you were relatively absorbed and it wasn’t unlike him to check a run time. He was always more prone to sleep when you joined him so you thought he might be waiting for you until he switched sides of the couch. From there he peeked again and it was obvious he wasn’t checking the screen.

He was looking at you in a not so pointed manner.

You tried to keep your lips in order through the duration of the final episode, but it was hard not to be amused by the way he crept all around the living room and kitchen. He never once interfered with your watch though you were losing rapid interest. The plot hadn’t come together as you’d hoped so you were mentally counting down the minutes until the credits rolled. You sank back amongst the final scroll of text with your mouth quirked to one side. You dully thought about the writer’s intention when Donnie finally coiled around the couch into full view.

“Couldn’t sleep?” You asked genially.

He had a hunch to his form and only looked between you and the TV.

“Too loud?” You wondered and moved aside so he could join you on the couch if he wanted.

He didn’t move further. “How was it?”

“Eh…” You tipped your head. “The other seasons were way better. The plot holes kept piling up and I don’t get why they wasted time on some of the side plots when there were still major plot points to deal with. Oh, and the recons-!”

Donnie lifted into better posture and seemed to gape.

He hadn’t meant to actually prompt you.

He clearly wanted something else.

He also completely failed at being coy so now you determined he was going to listen to your rant.

You went through all your gripes with more growing like fungi as you went on until he eventually was forced to join you.

You loved that he accepted his pseudo punishment. “So yeah… kind of a bummer.”

He nodded slowly and thoughtfully.

“You were right to skip out.” You sighed.

“Apologies.”

“Yeah…” You glanced at the time to find it teetering around 1am. “So, what were you up to?”

It took him a moment of processing before he remembered. “Ah.”

You waited and rested your head against the couch cushions.

“The lab.”

Your attention lifted.

“Would you like to go?”

By all indication, he meant now so you asked as much.

“Breaking and entering is considered through force and lack of authorization. We would enter through the front door and I have full access.”

“Isn’t it closed?”

“Yes.” He grinned.

“This is-”

“Surprising?” He had a smile to him that begged for validation.

“So spontaneous.” You cooed encouragement for him.

He ate it up with the slightest wiggle. “I must admit to some planning.”

“Oh?”

“I saw that Stockman requested time off. His protocols are coded so there’s no replacement. We only need thwart a computer.”

“Stockman…” You couldn’t remember who that was.

“It also regards our honeymoon.”

Now that you knew very well and switched topics since the other didn’t seem important. “What about it?”

“Do you recall our successful chase?”

A small thrill flickered in your chest. “I do.”

“I never elaborated on my deception.”

“Didn’t really matter when we fucked in the alley and then on that roof.” You teased.

Donnie’s gaze flickered away both to chase the memory and with some amount of guilt.

He had been on the mend, but he still hadn’t quite recovered from getting his hopes up that you might be pregnant.

He had come around on regular intimacy, but the sexual sort had continued to be, as of yet, off the table.

“Okay, let me think…” You shifted your posture.

You didn’t mind as he had all the time in the world to process.

“The alley…” You mouthed the phrase while running through the chase. “You were there, but I couldn’t see you. Is that it?”

“Yes.” He gave into a full smile.

You melted at it. “Let’s hear it.”

“I’d like to show you.”

“Oh, at the lab!” You connected the dots.

He gave a single sharp and excited nod.

“If you were waiting for Stockguy to take time off then we aren’t actually allowed in, are we? Permission or not.”

“The lab is closed…” Donnie led.

You watched with a knowing gaze.

“They could consider us violating protocol.”

You blinked once and it came with a small dose of fear. “Like with lab-aided fertility?”

Donnie grew similarly solemn. “Yes.”

“Are… we…?” You thought you had both agreed to not violate those measures.

“No.”

Your worries were immediately dashed, but you felt a little hollow as they disappeared too quickly. “Then why be sneaky?”

“What I’d like to do has no bar, but it is also both an act that most consider unsavory. Not something the employees or I would like stumbled upon.”

You couldn’t imagine anything else, but sex.

“You are for my eyes only.” He went on, cementing your thoughts.

“You did say it wasn’t in the biodome…” You remembered.

He wriggled the faintest amount. “Your answer?”

“It’s late…” You pretended to look forlorn toward the clock.

Donnie drooped so obviously that you had to fight every ounce of your will not to laugh at how adorable he was.

You turned your head to him and could only warp it into a cocksure grin. “But I suppose it sounds fun.”

Your husband gave a testy little trill at having fallen for your ploy and pounced at you.

You squeaked happily under his pecking kiss assault.

“I only need your tech gauntlet for a moment.” He eventually got out between nuzzles.

“What for?” You offered him your arm.

He slipped your bracelet off. “I will loop the necessary of Stockman’s footage once we’re inside the building, closed system, but on approach I require the image scrambled.”

“Won’t your keycard ping as you when you scan it?”

“Someone will call to inquire within 10 minutes.” Donnie pressed a few buttons and had your gauntlet syncing with his.

“Is that a problem?”

“No, I’ve picked up necessities in off hours before.”

“Then why all the effort?”

“Anonymity. My business.”

“I don’t understand…?”

“A moment.” He finished and reapplied your gauntlet to your arm.

You tilted your head as you waited.

“My gauntlet will take mapping footage to prepare stand-in imagery. Yours will initiate the feed interruption. I don’t want you ID'd. I don’t want you seen. If Stockman were available, he would see the temporary distortion. Since he is not, I will replace the footage, when I have access and before he is aware. The end result will appear as though only I entered.”

“Your eyes only.” You repeated what he had said.

He smiled warmly and caught your lips.

You kissed into him for one heavy press before releasing. “Should I change into anything in particular?”

He looked down at your pajamas and back up. “No need.”

You rounded out your mouth to show excitement without voicing it and you both prepared to leave. To match you, Donnie similarly left in his loungewear, but he stuck his coat over the top of his ensemble. You had never seen him throw the Burberry on over a tank top and you took a moment to look it over. He stood still to let you and you decided you weren’t sure about the pair as you shoved an arm through your puffer. It had only been a few weeks since you purchased it with S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. and you liked it quite a bit. It still looked a bit hokey, but the downy warmth it provided wasn’t something you would trade in the lingering cold.

The moment you exited the apartment you started to sneak similarly to the image Donnie had set. You exaggerated taking steps with your whole leg and held your wrists up limp in front of you. At first your mate stared on, unenthused, until you turned a corner and checked back with him playfully. The game of spy clicked for him and he joined in by slinking up without nearly the same posture. He shifted the tone more to one for covert ops and together you crept around. With hand signals that meant nothing you decided to avoid the elevator and hit the stairs. Donnie took one look over a banister before he held out an arm for you. As if he were about to shoot off some grappling hook, he held you close and hopped down.

Your stomach shot into your throat and Donnie levied the fall by hopping off a few floors instead of all the way down even though he was capable. Your heart beat an excited speed when you landed on the ground floor and you tried not to lose your cool secret agent exterior as you signaled that you would check the door. Donnie hung back and you cracked the opening to the lobby. It was predictably empty and you waved him through.

He came and together you strolled out of the building as if you’d made out like bandits when in reality you had just exited your residence. You let the joy of your game hit you the moment the cold outdoor air nipped your nose. Donnie joined in your merriment with a churr and the car sat idling with a puff of warm inviting smoke coming from the muffler.

Inside the cabin was glorious heat and you unzipped our jacket. Donnie followed suit and instructed you on what to expect once you got to the lab. It was bathed in purple neon and rolling through somewhat empty streets that Donnie urged you to stay on his left side. That was the location of his primary tech gauntlet and would make for the optimal footage. He didn’t anticipate running into anyone, but you were to duck behind him if that were the case and he would cover you if necessary.

Reaching the lab, you felt exhilarated. Unlike your trips to the Hidden City where there was seemingly danger at every turn, there was little peril here other than a scolding. Spencer had been keeping you posted in his quest to get your pregnancy granted, but there had been little movement. The man had also assured you that things like this took time and it hadn’t phased Donnie so you guessed that was true.

You had a vague notion that if you were caught here then there was always a chance it could delay your favored decision. They might try to say you were violating terms even though, as far as you knew, that wasn’t true. You were sure Donnie would also somehow back up the actual footage that he was going to tamper with. If things went that South you bet he would offer at least part of it as evidence and with his usual lack of shame, he’d probably admit to whatever act you were in for.

Something clandestine was about to occur.

You still didn’t know what. 

You had almost forgotten amongst the infiltration plans.

You were left wondering as Donnie tapped your shoulder to signal it was time. You nodded your readiness and he swept out of the vehicle first. He snapped the lapels of his coat clean and you zipped your jacket back up to follow him. You stood dutifully on his left and he appraised you with affection before approaching the building. The lights shined brightly on the exterior and Donnie moved to a far door as the others were gated. It was clearly an access door for this sort of afterhours entry and had a card scanner which Donnie swiped through. The door beeped and lurched with purple instead of green and you passed through.

The lobby was sparse in comparison to the sleek feel during the day. You thought a guard might be at the reception desk, but it was chillingly empty and partially dark. The only lights on were probably enough to illuminate security tapes and you tried not to fall behind as Donnie headed straight toward the elevators.

His phone rang as he was reaching out to scan one into operation.

He was smooth in removing the device with his right hand and answered in the motion of bringing it to his head. “You’ve reached Donatello.”

You heard a man’s voice on the line, but couldn’t make out what it was on the opposite side as you.

“Yes.” Donnie turned and looked pointedly at a wall.

You tried to peer at it without exposing yourself, but you didn’t see anything. 

“I’m going to use the testing facility.”

Donnie’s unused hand flapped once.

You tucked your fingers into it and he squeezed.

“Yes. Shall I account for how long you pester me?”

You could hear anger turn up on the line.

“You delay genius.”

You still couldn’t hear, but there was a sharp retort that caused your mate ooze hatred.

Donnie looked forward to the elevator and from his profile you could tell he was using all his willpower not to spit venom.

You heard a taunting whoop from the phone.

“Your parent’s anniversary?” Donnie’s lip ticked with a wicked grin. “They recently moved, East Elmhurst. You’re attending a dual celebration which, congratulations are in order. A family owned grocer of 50 years. Shall I recite the address of the resort you’re staying? Your personal room number? Your parents? How about their social security numbers? I can overturn the entire booking in an instant. I can upend such jubilation. What a headache for the occasion.”

There was stark silence and you tucked closer to Donnie.

He appeared to shield you.

This time you heard the man on the line. “One wrong move. Never forget.”

“Review the footage as you please.” Donnie dismissed the man. 

The call terminated and he put his phone in his pocket.

A swift exchange, he then swiped his key card through the slot.

The elevator was predictably on the ground floor and opened up.

He walked you in being careful to keep you on his left the entire time.

It placed him in front of the panel where he hit a floor and then swept a hand down to open the control panel. It took a few flicks of his finger and he kept his body otherwise stationary. The elevator door closed around the time Donnie revealed some circuitry. With one hand, he unearthed a port and plugged something into it. He then placed everything back as it was and went idle.

You waited beside him with growing concern.

He checked his gauntlet once and you saw a checkmark pass over the screen. “The entire company…”

You didn’t make a noise.

Your mate’s eyes flashed red. “All of them. Sent a notice without me attached!”

You searched his face. 

He shook with his fangs bared. “All made aware of my failures! All to monitor me! They turn my company against me!!!”

He panted from the effort and tried to settle himself. 

You ventured closer.

He pulled you right into a hug.

You squeezed him tight.

“The footage is doctored. You’re free to act.”

“Who was that? What did they say?”

“Stockman.” Donnie hissed. “He found it to kindly notify me of the Genius Built company wide alert. It notified all that one Donatello was barred from genetic testing equipment and materials for the time being, ect and so forth.”

“You threatened him.” You understood now and you began to remember what you were once told about this man. “Keep your enemies close…”

“I should ruin him. I should-!”

You shook your head against his plastron.

You felt him look down at you.

“I don’t know who he is, but he sounds like an asshole.”

You reached your floor and Donnie moved you just outside the elevator so it could shut.

“Maybe you should later. I’d need to know more, but this is for us, isn’t it? Fuck that guy.”

He didn’t disarm, but he relented a tiny bit.

“It sucks, but I guess it makes sense that they warned the employees.” You pulled your face from him, but didn’t look up. “I mean you couldn’t even get needles. Spencer told you that you couldn’t use the labs. He might have coordinated the email and cc’d some bigwig as proof. It’s probably all part of getting us the approval we want, but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t really suck!”

Donnie popped a single irate click.

“Sure.” You finally met his eye. “Maybe it sounds like they’re talking shit about your manhood, but we both know you’re virile. It’s genetics stopping us! It’s always going to be your company. You’ll knock me up and then you can parade me around. We’ll go to that security room and I’ll tell that stock twerp off.”

Donnie watched you with an empty expression for a single second before all his weight came down on you.

You had to laugh as he rooted down to kiss your cheek and your knees buckled. “Too heavy!”

“I adore you.”

“Donnie!” Your legs were seconds away from giving out.

He gave a mating call before he relented.

It was just in time and you shook a little as he retreated.

He checked you over with more levity.

You were glad for it and caught your breath before wondering, “Testing facility?”

He gave you a confirming glance before he ushered you along. Not dissimilar to the lab floor, you were scanned in one room before walking out into a softly lit hallway. You imagined it was bright during the day, but it currently stood as a repeating pod to the far wall. Both walls were lined with either doors or glass and Donnie walked you straight down to the fifth one on the right.

It opened to a pitch black room and your husband disappeared into the void without hesitation. You clung to his coat as your eyes weren’t adjusted and he trended toward the side where he hit what sounded like a switch. The metallic click then blinked with fluorescents that woke up through a pane of glass. You pulled away from your mate and realized you were in an observation room. The lights had turned on in the attached room where someone was meant to be watched. When you looked through the pane of glass, all that stretched before you was a white cube. You guessed that made sense given that it was for testing and you reviewed what this room had to offer. There were a myriad of controls on a panel that you assumed changed variables along with some scant chairs for the observers. 

With nothing more to look at you frowned. 

You thought your surprise would have been waiting. 

Studying the empty space for a moment longer, you turned to Donnie.

He had a smile waiting.

You recalled your honeymoon and wondered if you just couldn’t see the object. “Well…”

“I will be observing.”

You had a feeling and nodded your understanding. “Okay. Should I go to the other room?”

He had a pause to his features.

“What?” You reached for him.

“My trusting mate…” He mumbled awe in a small way as if he had to say his thoughts aloud.

You slipped close enough so you could do a hop and peck him on the cheek. “Who wouldn’t trust you?”

“Everyone.” He eyed you playfully. “You often included.”

Your pupils slid to the top of your vision as he wasn’t wrong. “Sure, but that depends on how sneaky you’re being. Whatever we’re doing now you’ve been planning-”

He had a complaint to him.

“-but totally pulled off in a spontaneous way.” You rushed to correct yourself.

He ate it up like praise.

“You’re not trying to trick me. It’s a surprise that you’ve worked hard on so, of course you have my full confidence.”

He popped a few deafening mating calls as he swept you up.

He spun you around a few times before he set you down to cuddle you.

“We’ll never test like this!” You giggled.

He kissed you deeply.

For a moment, you forgot all about whatever Donnie had planned.

Donnie seemed to do the same because he ushered you towards a control panel. Once your legs bumped it, you hiked up in preparation at the same time your mate lifted you. You were sat down amongst little knobs and made out. You must have flicked something in your jostling, but cared little as Donnie’s tongue invaded your mouth. It was an expert slide against yours to taste and you wound your own appendage to his. He churred sweetness into your jawline and pulled back to peck you.

You knew he would head toward your mating mark and tipped to unveil it. Your clothes still covered it and Donnie slid down your zipper in a tantalizing drop. It was unraveling to your ears and you had to yank his mouth back to yours in an interruption. He gave you a few more rolling presses before he trailed for his intended destination. It came with a thump hard to the ground which shook through your delirium as he nosed against your shoulder. There was then another clink beside your head and you blinked more lucidity as that was exactly where you were looking.

There was nothing there.

Donnie pushed your collar back with his beak at the same time as you lifted a curious hand up.

You touched metal where there was nothing and twitched away in surprise.

Your husband caught movement and checked once before the scene made sense to him. “You’ve noticed.”

“What…?” You groped the empty air and felt cool metal once again.

Now that it was under your fingertips, you could grasp it and, with an encircling of your hand, you identified one of Donnie’s mechanical arms.

Only they weren’t visible. “This is wild…”

“Our honeymoon.” He reminded you.

“Invisibility tech…?” You felt down to where the mech arm’s claws were and they held your hand when you reached them.

He pressed a grin into your cheek.

“What are we testing?” You turned an owlish look on your partner.

“I integrated some of B.E.D.F.A.S.T.’s tech…”

The claw retracted and you felt soft silicone press the obvious shape of a dildo into your palm. “Oh!”

He churred caramel.

“B.E.D.F.A.S.T. I can’t see…”

“My trusting mate.” He encouraged with a nosing.

“You making me feel good when you aren’t up for it.”

He nodded.

You squeezed the dildo to feel it wasn’t very long. 

Following it to the base you could sort of feel part of it was still sheathed within the arm.

You could feel Donnie waiting with growing nerves.

You lingered for a second longer before turning. 

“Are all four arms here?”

He nodded with a hint of shyness to him.

“They’ll wrap me up?” You tried to keep your rapid pulse out of your words.

It was still there as he bobbed again with growing confidence.

“Let’s do it.” You sent Donnie hooded heat.

He chirped one excited time before he evacuated your space.

You hopped off the control panel that he moved to man. 

With his figure hunched, his coat dipped and spread as his battle shell presumably removed itself from his carapace. 

“Oh, that’s going to follow me, huh?”

“Yes.” Donnie’s grin was insatiable and he flicked a few switches on the board.

“But I’m not going to know where?” You swiped a testing hand to the air and felt nothing.

“No.”

“Same safe word?”

“Gargoyle, if at all necessary. It will also respond to the S.O.S. signaling.”

“But that’s our two-way test. That we’re both okay.”

“Yes.” Donnie looked at you, nonplused.

You chewed your lip giddily.

Donnie made a big show of pushing a button and you heard an intercom echo of a door unlocking. “Audio feed from the other room. I have full control.”

You took one excited deep breath before heading toward the door. You didn’t hear the battle shell pursue you, but you felt it was. You could almost picture it crawling out like a bug through the cracks in the door that you left to close on its own. It trailed with winding arms and crept along as you went one door down in the hall. It opened immediately with a tug and you threw it wide so the arms had space to easily enter.

There were faint lines marking off cubes within the white walled space. It was a stark contrast to the dark toned observatory and you felt the sterility in the form of a testing environment. Since Genius Built dealt in all kinds of products, you figured there were all sorts of different testing facilities. You had a feeling this room was for live subjects and you approached the center of the room for the sake of it. A long mirror stretched out on the wall that connected the two rooms and you waved at your image.

Your visage disappeared and in a shift of light you saw Donnie manning the control panel.

“You can turn it off.” You spoke the obvious.

He nodded.

“Can I hear you?”

He made it obvious he was pressing a button before his voice was fed through another intercom. “My feed must be activated, yours is continuous.”

“And Stock asshole can’t see us?”

“From his feeds I rode the elevator up alone, took this same room, and am currently testing out a small spider-like device.”

“Is that real?”

“The footage is not, but the device is, yes.”

“Huh.” You shrugged.

“I will leave in approximately one hour.”

“Is that all the time we have?” You tried not to sound too sad.

“No.” Donnie’s voice came through sharply. “We have until just before Genius Built opens. Leeway should give us 20 minutes to evacuate before first on staff at 7am. Meaning we have about three hours.”

“Should I ask how the invisibility tech works?” You waved your arms again to see if you could catch the mech arms.

Donnie chuffed from the speaker. “The usual advancement. Not dissimilar to how I scrambled your existence on the way up. Take surrounding footage and feed it through specialized micro cameras lining an object’s exterior. Trick the cones in one’s eyes and the same with video sensors.”

“And this is what you did in Italy…?” You walked out with your arms outstretched.

“The prototype, yes.”

“All to chase me?”

“What other use would it have?” He almost sounded bored.

“I feel like being invisible is pretty advantageous to a villain.”

“And where’s an active one of those?” He spoke with irony.

You gave him a dull look.

He smiled in return.

“I’m also guessing this isn’t for Genius Built which is double why it’s under wraps.”

“Shall I say something about not wanting the technology to fall into the wrong hands?”

“When it’s in yours…?” You fluttered your lashes.

A claw flicked your cheek and you sputtered.

Donnie laughed only for a moment before he lifted his hand from the button so you couldn’t hear him.

You swatted at the air and found the mech arms were gone so you sent him a sour look.

He tried to keep himself under control, but mirth leaked when he hit the button again. “Ready to begin?”

“Yes!” You huffed.

He nodded once and you watched him release the comm.

You then stood for a dreary moment waiting for something to happen.

When nothing did, you checked in with Donnie and found him watching with rapt attention.

You should have guessed he would play this like a cat and mouse game.

You took one deep breath before you turned to observe the room more closely. It was as you expected with three white walls trimmed with squares and the one observation glass. The floor and ceiling matched the pale walls exactly and the squares were the same width as the door so from the interior it appeared to disappear. You approached it and ran a hand over to feel the seam. It was still there and you figured if you went to escape with any purpose then Donnie would let you out.

You turned and trailed with your hand along the wall for the sake of it. Another glance up and you noted that the lights were mounted flush in the ceiling. You bet the whole room was reinforced and soundproof. It spoke of evil big corporations and to a point you supposed that was true. Spencer spoke as much and with Donnie’s hand there was a moment’s notice in which anything at Genius Built could turn nefarious.

You supposed that was a little like the scenario you were in and you rounded the back wall.

You still couldn’t believe those purple poison tipped claws could be replaced with sex toys and there were now four of them on the prowl. Your husband wasn’t wearing his glasses so you instead bet he had some sort of mechanism in the glass to see exactly where the battle shell was. He also had full mental control over it which added to his participation even if he was hands off.

It was similar to B.E.D.F.A.S.T. in more ways than just inspired designs.

Did it have different sized toys?

Was it self-lubricating?

Were you about to experience double penetration?

You hadn’t worked up to that, but if there were different sized toys then there was a likely chance that now was as good a time to start as any. You stretched both mentally and physically at the thought. The delay meant more possibilities sprouted as your imagination ran wild. You were thinking about how a position would work against the ceiling when a claw tip tapped your nose. You looked out clear across the empty room and it arched slowly around your cheek to show you where it was heading. You held still until it cupped your jaw before you leaned into it, totally relaxed.

You saw Donnie perk with emotion behind the glass.

You reached up for one false swipe before you caught the arm in the next. Following along the track of the limb, it held steady as you traced the length for a better hold. You could hear the metal undulating from this distance if you listened close enough. It rolled beneath your touch before curling close to your body. You stroked downward to hold it as it slicked heavily against your torso.

You sent Donnie a loving look before you returned your attention to the thing you couldn’t see.

It traced a claw tip from the junction of your jaw around your neck. You shivered and hugged the arm you had close as it traveled a light line to your spine. It tested weight there, soft pricks with that razor sharp tip until it pulled at your collar. With the width of the arm, it would surely stretch out your top and you weren’t particularly in the mood to go home wrapped only in Donnie’s coat for once. You urged the arm back and it relented away from you so you could pull at your top.

It was a quick shimmy of both that and your bottoms until you were nude and you watched as what must have been a pinch of another claw caught the clothes and tossed them into a corner. You giggled and tried to catch the arms again, but they’d moved out of your way. You couldn’t imagine that they’d gone too far and chased them with open arms only to find nothing. You pouted, a little put out, and folded your arms at your hips to give Donnie a stern look.

Your mate watched on with a love-struck expression from the booth.

You rolled your eyes at him and did a slow rotation, now listening for that churn of metal. You identified it for a split second to your right, but resisted a flashing turn to catch it. Instead you held firm for a consistent noise. There were a few snaps of metal and even one soft plod that said the bulk of the battle shell settled, but it wasn’t until you heard a roll of movement points coiling to your left that you struck. 

You caught the edge of the arm and it tried to evade you at the same time.

The fast revolution of metal rubbed against your hands like rope burn and you recoiled with a hiss.

“Are you alright?” Donnie’s voice appeared urgent.

“Yeah…” You reviewed your digits first before showing him. “No blood, just red.”

“I’ll calibrate.” He was leaned forward, almost pressed to the glass.

“Sure…” You shrank back into yourself and flicked your hands to help cool them off.

Worried metal slipped over your shoulders to hold you.

“I’m okay…” You told it with a turn of your head.

Prickled points tapped your fingertips to check.

“I feel it.” You pressed back. “No harm done.”

A second arm wrapped opposite around your waist.

You chuckled. “I’m okay. I’m okay.”

It held you and you looked at Donnie.

He had apology written on him and you gave him a scolding smile.

His eyes lowered as you did and you kissed at where you knew metal to be.

It held nervously still under your grip and you remembered the first time you had used B.E.D.F.A.S.T. All those years ago, your first chase had left you both scarred and it had been integral in you finding one another again. His emotions filtered through his tech as it was an extension of himself. Sending more reassurances through kisses, you turned amongst the coil of arms so they’d hold more of you.

They came with and it felt like a sort of dance as they revolved to get more of you. You were both a lead and a follow as you directed the movement, but they swirled to keep you spinning. Just shy of getting dizzy, they then dipped you and you felt secure enough to let go. You threw your hands out and what had to be the last two claws slipped between your fingers to hold you.

You giggled amongst the machinery and felt it pull you. You had a sense of where the pack they were sprouting from was and moved in the opposite way. Playfully the arms followed after, trying to get you on their tempo, but you moved without coordination. It meant the arms were a step behind in catching you and you were goading them on purpose.

You got only a few steps away before you were swept off your feet by a coil around your legs. It started from your ankles and, in a snake’s rotation, it wrapped all the way up your hips so you could be comfortably held up. You laughed brightly there as this was your goal and felt along the pipe of one of the arms until you found the tip.

“It’s all modeled after you, right?”

Donnie didn’t respond and you looked to see him focused on watching.

Your smile slipped into something more besotted. “You’ve never seen me like this from this angle, hm? Without anything in the way?”

He nodded slowly, entranced.

“The cocks...” You felt until you were between the claws and into their approximate of a palm where the attachments were housed. “… in here. These are modeled after you? You always do that.”

He gave the same distant agreement.

“Smaller, of course.” You returned your attention to the blank space. “Can’t have me getting stretched by anything, but your actual cock.”

You rubbed your finger into the metal and felt the split where it could open up.

It slowly cracked open and you immediately dipped a finger in to find the silicone.

You could also see a bit of a darkened circle as the cameras weren’t lining the inside of arms.

You didn’t need sight to recognize Donnie’s length, but you caught a glimpse of a familiar looking purple cockhead before it poked out and disappeared into the open air. You closed your eyes as there was no need for them and dipped forward with only a minor fear of poking your eye out. The claws gently rotated and bent backwards to save your face and you led with an open mouth.

It pressed the flattened tip of the dildo to your tongue and you rounded your lips to capture more of it. It took a single suck and some other mechanism for it to drop out what you imagined was the full length. It had a heavy weight and resisted bending in a way that made you think it was attached by a rod inside. That made sense to you for what it was and you bobbed your head to feel how much of it you could take.

It was a decent amount that paled in comparison to Donnie’s size and with one deep inhale you were able to get straight down to the metal at the base of the arm. You sucked in oxygen as you retracted so you wouldn’t have to pant and felt it move around you. Oddly lifelike without your vision, it curled across your cheek and you lapped at its warmth. The metal core or the machinery itself, you weren’t sure which, was adding to the real sensation as it had decent heat. It didn’t scald, but read alive to you and it even twitched when you tipped your head to lick at the glans.

You caught Donnie’s face during the exchange as his mouth was parted in denied desire.

You wondered if he would break from his show to join you and nuzzled into the cock only to feel another slide wet against your back. You felt one of your earlier questions answered and you arched reflexively as the lube was warm. It dripped with a honey-like consistency that was thinned by a sense of pre-cum. It read need, but since an arm was coiling all the way around your hips, there was no way for it to reach another of your holes. It seemed content instead to press into the dip of your lower back and the bump and grind of it soon fell in time with the cock in your mouth.

What did it look like from Donnie’s perspective?

Was your mouth openly agape and violated by nothing but air?

Did your cheeks hollow and spit drip out even though he could see your molars?

Did your body writhe as you floated with slick cropping up for nothing?

That and more you assumed.

You figured you only needed one thing to complete the gang bang imagery.

With one last squeeze to the arm you were holding, you released and put your limbs out.

In one needy flex of all your fingers, the battle shell got the message and you felt two more cocks slide into your hands. You moaned loudly at the one fucking your throat and grabbed both for a lethal squeeze. It was nothing more than prop work, but the heat and beading tips had reality skewing. You pumped the lengths in tandem and felt there was a faint give to their bounce. It read flesh and you chirped wanton out of habit for your mate.

He wasn’t here in anything more than remarkable shape and the only thing you were saddened by was there was no way any of the dildos could spread like him. That technology was a little too biological and very much only branded to Donatello. For that, you were thankful even if it did rob you of one of your favorite mechanisms.

The second of which you noticed as the cocks in your hands grew sticky with supposed pre. Donnie had failed to add knots to any of the devices and you might have laughed were you not working your neck furiously on the appendage in front of you. As you bobbed and the silicone rolled deliciously over your tongue, you doubted the bulge at his base wasn’t something he could recreate. The whole knotting concept was an age’s old fetish and surely available in the sex toy market. That meant Donnie omitted it for another reason, which you bet, again, had to do with not stretching you out by anything other than him.

You thought it silly as you swirled your tongue and you felt a certain type of readying pulse bounce that you usually akinned to cumming.

That seemed like a silly concept until on a backswing there was a sudden gush of fluid in your mouth.

You coughed it out on reflex and the cock disappeared to give you space.

You looked down to find what looked exactly like jizz leaking down your chest.

You could see it. 

You swirled the excess fluid with a swish of saliva in your mouth and found it to be an unmistakable flavor.

“Donatello, my love?” You spoke slowly.

There was no response and you turned toward the glass. 

Your mate had his hand down the front of his body and, even though the control panel blocked his lower body, you knew he was pleasuring himself.

“Donatello…!” You sang a teasing song. “Oh, where is my sweet mate?” 

He was sheepish as he looked up and pressed the intercom button with only his free hand.

You spoke before he could. “Is this thing filled with your cum?”

“The shell houses a reservoir.”

“It’s…!” You weren’t mad, but your features pinched at how audacious this all was. “How much?”

“Fluid does it hold or-?”

“How much…?” You reminded yourself again you weren’t angry. 

You truly weren’t. 

There was still a part of you that felt deceived. 

Not because he had actually tricked you, but because he had been getting off in some capacity without you. 

There was nothing wrong with that. 

You didn’t mind. 

You knew it was the vestiges of the pregnancy debacle. 

Cum had been a precious resource.

It needed to be in you in a particular way. 

Your hips had to be an exact angle, hoisted up by a pillow, so you could take it. 

You had to take it at a certain time. 

It was a never ending list of aggravations and now a load had been wasted in your mouth. 

You didn’t actually feel that way, but the rest of your sentence leaked out. “... of this did you dump into it instead of me…?”

Donnie made a startled sound. 

You squeezed the cocks in your hand. “When did you…?” 

“While you were watching your show.” He admitted and clearly released his member.

“Tonight!?” That wasn’t the timeline you expected. 

He nodded.

You thought for a moment and sighed. “Floor please.”

You were set onto your feet.

You walked straight up to the glass. “I just…. want to make sure I understand… You both planned this and it was random, right?”

“Yes.” He had your full attention.

“Did you actually get bored of the show or did you ditch to do this?”

“Both and neither. I was aware of Stockman’s upcoming absence and its advantage for weeks. Intention plagued me. Would you be ready? Would I? Would not aid spontaneity? I had yet to make a decision. To this evening and the lackluster program. I had every intention of sleeping.”

You watched on attentively. 

His gaze lowered. “I attempted, but I couldn’t stop thinking of this. Of you.”

“How did you…? Or where…?”

His head tipped to one side. “The B.E.D.F.A.S.T. inspired battle shell attachments were completed tech. Ready to deploy. What wasn’t was the reservoir. As I lie imagining you floating and pleasured, I saw through fantasy to completion. The satisfaction of you filled and coated. In an entranced fit, I devised how that might be possible. B.E.D.F.A.S.T. already had a reservoir that was as of yet unused and my tech has cross compatibility.”

The chilling cum on your chest felt heavy. 

“Aroused, I silently took the tank the bathroom and re-ran my simulation with you as fodder.” He finally looked at you. 

You wiped up a bit of spunk with your thumb and popped the globule into your mouth. 

“Again and again…” His pupils expanded as he watched. 

It was bitter, so you drank it down fast.

When you returned, you found your mate squirming slightly.

You hadn’t sucked him off in months so that made sense.

It all did.

His concerns. 

His secrecy. 

His creeping around. 

He wanted you so badly even though he wasn’t ready. 

His fantasies had sent him to masturbate. 

He collected the spill both for the answer he had given and because he probably felt equally guilty about wasting it. 

With his mixture of pre-planning and impulse, he concocted a scenario in which his desires played out both with his participation and not. 

“Is the cum viable…?”  You wondered.

“It has been kept at my bodily temperature, but I’ve never examined such.”

You softened with a wistful sigh. “You’re trying so hard.”

“An attempt was made.”  

“If this sperm did work, would you be upset?”

He openly thought about it.

You waited and wiped a bit of drying jizz off yourself.

“No, I don’t think I would be.”

“It is you.” You agreed while examining the stickiness of your hand and your lack of forethought of where it could go.

“Wipe it wherever. The room will be disinfected.”

You chose the glass for a smear.

You could still see his pupil expand with interest.

“Thank you.”

“Of course.” He shook himself back to his senses. “Any other questions, comments, or concerns? I can alleviate further surprise.”

“Nah. I’m good.” You took a few leading steps back. “Fuck me full. I’m pretty sure you’ll be able to see inside me when this thing cums.”

His hand slammed into the console to cut off the audio and you were immediately yanked into the air. Far less delicate than before you were spun around so your sex was on display for him. You didn’t need to spread as the arms caught your ankles to do it for you. Claws crept up and sank into your ass cheeks without a penetrating pierce. It had you flexing and arching to a gasp where a wet member slid against your slit. You tried to grind on it, but a coiling limb wound sturdy circles around your waist. You were lifted higher until your head hung back and you could see the dizzying distance to the floor.

You were floating a dangerous height to fall and despite feeling the components holding you up, your stomach clenched with concern. It fell in line with the flip that took up space as a dildo tested your entrance. It pumped gently, getting a feel for what you could handle and you tried to flex to grab it. The arms held you tightly, giving you little breathing room until they adjusted you for better entry. It was a slight lowering of your upper body that put your sex further on view just in time for the cock to push in.

You felt the pulse of it, one you read as high excitement and the spread where you could be viewed internally. You almost thought some sort of flashlight might appear to give Donnie a better view, but instead the toy only sank in partially before it pulled out to predictably work you up. It was a gentle stroking at first, surely showing your mate exactly how you accommodated for him before it sped up along with your juices.

The claws tucked further into the thick of your ass until it was stinging around the pull of your asshole. You worried he might add another toy then, but your concern spun out as a new cock appeared to instead press up perpendicular to you to stimulate your clit. You cried out Donnie’s name as that flat glans shape cupped and rubbed at the same time. Your body shot confused signals about how your partner had too many cocks in a way that you found comedic until the member teasing your clit trended downward.

It pressed against the leak from the cock fucking you and warning bells went off as they seemed to be trying to occupy the same space. A warning chirp popped off your lips and you thought Donnie might respond, but your mouth was stuffed up with another dildo. It cut off your oxygen flow for a messy moment until you remembered your nose and inhaled drivel.

A few snorts got your breathing clear and you could still feel both cocks rocking against your sex in tandem. The second didn’t seem to be trying to enter, but instead, as your immediate worries fell off, was pushing out against your labia. You had to keep reminding yourself that all of this wasn’t visible so if something moved on your body all it would reveal was more flesh. It was x-ray vision without any sort of light spectrum manipulation and a revving had the length of an arm lift and press roiling to your g-spot.

You bit down on the toy on your mouth in sheer surprise and felt the silicone bend threateningly. You could sever it if you dug deeper with your incisors and you would find that metal rod in the interior. Instead you released, eyes and tongue rolling back to accommodate further as you were fucked gaping.

You were tightening on the toy and the ground was getting closer to your face.

You thought about it drearily, but the pulsing of your jaw was distracting. You couldn’t think under the heat and pummel outside of the fact that you were going to cum soon. A long swipe of the secondary glans took up the last of your stimulation and you didn’t even cry out as you came. You only felt yourself vice grip on what was inside you before the snap reflex of your muscle milked it. The cock came then, spraying your insides with an indiscriminate hose of your mate’s seed and you felt it fill you before dripping out. Plops of it were visible to you on the floor and you made a guttural noise at the sight.

All motion stopped outside the pulse of your body and you sat with the tip sending more and more of the blood to your head. You were lightheaded when the toy in your snatch finally withdrew and with it the rest of the slick was coaxed out. It dripped and dribbled in a way that you read as falling down the battle shell arms. You were lifted up and the toy acting as a gag removed itself from your mouth. Your jaw sat slack from use and you sort of remembered you had never sucked your partner off twice in a consecutive row.

You were lifted carefully until you were in a pseudo-seated position facing the glass.

You saw Donnie hunched forward and panting where he’d clearly cum.

“Got a tank in there too or another disinfecting?” You slurred.

He bounced with amusement once before he sent you a darkened look.

His intent went straight through to your sex and filtered out of your mouth. “How much cum is left in your battle shell?”

His grin grew and your thighs were licked and spread.

You knew then he’d want to see every angle of which you could be opened wide.

You were brought straight up to the glass until your feet almost pressed against it and the toy slid up through the dripping cum ready to enter you once again.

“Bring it!” You cheered once before your available orifices were stuffed full.

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[blueisabear]

POV: Your Friend is hiding a secret

[M4F] [Friends to lovers] [Slowburn] [Superhero] [Robbery] [Confession]

Well I took a long hiatus, not like anyone on here knows me. I don’t know, maybe writing some short stories will help me clear my system from the undiagnosed ADD ideas running in my head. But for a while I had this idea of your best friend, a very boy next door type, who you known for years is actually one of the most powerful people on the planet. Cannot imagine how Lois Lane felt.

You know being hunched over your computer is really bad for your back. Oh don’t give me that “uh-huh” and ignore what I just said. Listen I get that you’re on a deadline but you’ve been working all day and deserve a break. Why don’t we go for a drinks? There’s this new bar that has a medieval theme and it’s got all these weird cocktails, they’re supposed to be like potions. It’s fun and new. Your favorite combo.

And…You’re not even paying attention, great. Look, I know that you’re a hermit who loves her computer but you and I both know it’s been a rough week. Especially since we’re working on the project for the client. But you came here early and now look, we’re last ones to leave. Please do yourself and me a favor and let’s go home. Even the night staff want you out. Yes I know there’s no night staff but you get my point. Please?

That was totally a yawn, it was a fine but it’s more proof to go home. Come on I’ll help you pack. ‘Cause I’m a gentlemen that’s why dummy. You’re right, names are mean. I’m sorry. Now can we go now? It’s Friday and 9pm and we’re still at the office. At our age, we should be at that bar I told you about. No I haven’t been there but I read it in the paper. People love the place. Maybe tomorrow. I know I always flake but emergencies always pop up. Yes they are emergencies. Well you know stuff. It’s uhm tough being…well, what’s going on… It’s hard to explain. It’s just that I’m trying to thank you for being there. I wanted to do something nice and take you out for dinner. Yeah, yeah. Call me cheesy. I know. It’s just unfortunate that the one night I’m off, you’re at your desk working. I’m teasing, I’m teasing! Ah jeez, you didn’t have to hit me. What that was totally a punch, I’m definitely getting a bruise from you. Signs of this abuse I go with you. I’m teasing! You’re so sensitive, its adorable, in a weird sadistic way. OW! Okay I deserve that one. But you know I love you.

Woah, you okay? You’re wearing heals? Hey I didn’t say you couldn’t wear heals. I’m asking why you’re wearing heals. I know you tripped but did you roll it? Come on, let’s sit down on the bench here. Take off the shoes. No, I don’t have a foot kink. Jeez get your head out of the gutter. Is it sensitive here? Sorry, I didn’t mean to. Bad news is that you definitely rolled it. I got some wraps in my bag that can help. Just let me…ah ha! Got ‘em! Uhm, lets start here then… I know it’s tender. Just a few more…done! How does it feel? Better? Good.

So uhm, why were you wearing heals in the first? Well it’s just that, as long as I have known you, you’re the tomboy. The girl who takes no shit from anyone. Was it that rough of a work day? Yeah I figured by the way you yawn every three sentences. It wasn’t just work? You had a date? With who? What do you mean ‘don’t mind him!’ Well obviously you were glued to your computer when I found you which means this story doesn’t end well. He ghosted you? Jeez what an asshole. Well look at it this way, it sounds like you dodged a bullet with that one. Not all bad? What do you mean? Ohh when you were texting, the conversation seemed one-sided. Ohhh…The energies didn’t match? Haha, your desire to read people’s personalities are adorable. No I’m not saying its a bad thing, it’s just cute when you say that I’m just a Scorpio moon and all that crap. Right not crap, sorry. But it is adorable that you blame mars for being in Gemini for a bad hair day or whatever. You taught me way too much or that. But I am glad that you’re here with me now. Can you walk? Just…ahhh, be careful. Your ankle is still tender. You can lean against me till we get you home.

So what’s this project you’re working on right now? Oh, the new Hero in town. Mr. Greeley wants to track him? Wait what? Oh, my bad the client wants to track him. I don’t like the hero but still, the guy deserves some privacy. When did we decide this? At the past meeting…there was a meeting? No I don’t remember that. It was a week ago, okay. Not to long ago. No I think I had a doctor’s appointment that day. I’m sorry but apparently I had someone beg me to get checked out for iron deficiency. Me being bruised all the time really concerned you. Also not like you punch me every chance you get. I had to have the record for you to believe me that I was fine. You know that I am clumsy, I just don’t watch out where I…ow… am going. Stupid corner came out of nowhere. My point exactly. So how are we going to track him, the man can literally fly. Ohh so you had the idea of the people reporting sightings of him. Like a community twitter? See… you are smarter than you look. Hahaha, hey, hey! Can’t take a joke. You know I love teasing you, just as much as you love hitting me. Okay maybe I deserve a couple but still, that’s us.

Wait, so what are your thoughts of the new superhero? Mysterious? Why’s that? I guess that makes sense that he never publicly announced his name. And that he always flew away as soon as a camera get’s within 50 feet of him. He doesn’t always run away? What do you mean by that? He’s saved you before? When? Yeah I remember that day you were running late to our monthly movie nights. Wait robbed? At the grocery store. Wait why didn’t you tell me this before? I could have met up with you. Ugh, I’m so sorry. I could’ve…I feel horrible that I wasn’t there. Don’t worry? I mean you’re alive, that eases my stress a lot. So what exactly happened? So after the muggers ran away with with your stuff, he came in last minute and beat them up. Oh and then he returned your stuff. Gotcha. No I’m not jealous. If the guys wants to save pretty girls then I won’t stop him. I’m not jealous. Ugh. No I am not. Fine, you tell yourself that if it helps you sleep at night. I’ll let you know that my love life is perfectly existant. Yes it is! The last time…Rosie McDonald. The elderly lady that I volunteered to read to. That doesn’t prove anything, she’s a lady that enjoys my company. Same thing as a date. Yeah, it’s been a while since I last saw her but I have had emergencies.

Hey-hey watch you’re ankle! Did you think of bringing extra shoes? You left them back home? Were they in front of the door right as you were about to leave, you forgot them? You know what, it happens to the best of us. I can’t even blame you. With so much being on your plate It’s hard to keep track of which is what and where it goes. Sorry that was a bit deep, here sit on the stairway. Let’s fix your wrap…There we go! Now it’d be stupid of you and careless of me if you walk again. So either A) Call an expensive cab this late or B) I have to carry you. Wha- I’m stronger than I look! Oh I get it, you don’t want my cooties. I fucking knew it.

Ayo! Taxi! Thanks, we’re going to 25th ave. We’ll be fine if you drop us off at the main light. Princess? You alright. Yeah you can rest on me. It’s should be too far. I’ll wake you up when we arrived. Shhuussh it’s okay. You’re okay. You’re just stressed from work all day. Plus you’re exhausted. Just relax.

Pssst, Princess. PSSST, Princess! We’re here. Thank you sir! Keep the tip! Come on, hop on my back. I’ll carry you inside. Have…I mention…I hate…stairs? Where are your keys? I’m gonna put you down gently. Here we…found them. Hop on in. You go get ready and I’ll bring your stuff inside. I’m always this I nice, you just…Forget even I’m too tired to make a witty joke. Listen I know this is last minute but can I stay here the night? Sorry you go first? Oh, yeah I’d like to stay here. I don’t have any clothes though. Your brother accidentally left some here. Sounds just like him. Are he and I even the same size? He too also like baggy shirts? Must be a family trait. No but seriously, I can’t blame him. Where are they exactly? Guest bedroom? Gotcha.

I’ll lock your door and grab some ice for you.

* You hear footsteps of him locking the apartment and opening the freezer. Then the non-gentle footsteps lead to your room *

Here you go Princess. One ice pack and a glass of water for you. You took no time getting into bed. Did you even brush your teeth? Floss. Who am I kidding, you’re literally a perfectionist you’d never forget but you can afford to miss a night. Is your ankle feeling any better? Good. I’m going to get ready. Do you still have my extra toothbrush? Right, guest bathroom, where else? Call out if you need me. Good night Princess.

* It’s late in the night and you hear small creaking noises. You slowly sit up and grab your bear spray from your night stand drawer. Your ankle is better but it’s still tender, so your footsteps is have a slight limp. Slowly but surely, you make your way over to the door leading to the hallway. There you hear footsteps that weren’t yours and your friend was definitely a sleep. Something smashes in the kitchen and then a long comes a “fuck.” The voice wasn’t familiar. You quietly but quickly limp over to your friend’s room. You jump to the bed and go to shake your friend but he’s gone. Another shatter comes from downstairs but it’s louder than the first. Before you knew it, you hobble over to the stairway. Where was your phone? In your purse, down stairs, left by your friend, where the danger was. Maybe you could go the fire escape, no your ankle was too sore. CRASH! You take one foor after another and soon you were in the kitchen with your friend in the middle of the room, surrounded by broken glass, furniture, and five unconscious men *

Uhhh… I can explain. Oh! Watch out for glass! Yeah I wouldn’t, especially with bare feet. Hey, let me fly over to you. Hang on, don’t want to- Are you okay? You look scared. The costume is just temporary one, until the current one gets fixed. I swear, it’s still me. I’m still your best friend from college. The guy who watches romcom movies with you. The guy who carried you when you were too drunk to walk back to your dorm. I’m still that guy.

Right, those guys. Well the best way to think of it is like getting strikes by lightning. You just got robbed and they robbed the best friend of a Superhero. Hang on, I’ll tidy up the place up.

* Intense winds from superspeed *

Okay bad guys in jail and did the best I could to fix the place. I know a guy if there’s any problems. So I imagine you have questions and want answers. I’ll happily indulge with whatever but be warned, I will repeat the questions.

How long? As long as I was alive? My parents think I was born with these powers but other than that we don’t know where they came from. DNA test? No. Pa says it’s to risky. Doesn’t want the government to take me away from him. What do you think I’m Superman with same back story? No. My parents are my parents and I even had a brother. Yes, a brother. He died when I was fifteen and he was seventeen. Some jerks were messing around 4th of July and decided to pick on the weird kid. They tried aiming a firework at me and ultimately my brother took the bullet. This was before I found out I was immune to fire. No, my brother was a good guy. He was top of his class, football star, Prom King, and just got accepted to Harvard Ivy League. Yeah, the jackass was gonna be a lawyer. He couldn’t be any more cliché. I try to follow in footsteps. Thank you, I appreciate your condolences. Why did I shit on myself earlier? You mean for the project and such. Disguise purposes. But…thank you for, uhm, defending me against real critics. I appreciate that too. When was I planning on telling you? Well, the superhero thing is a new thing but the powers…right after you saved me from this swarm of frat guys trying to forcibly pledge me in. Even though I could have saved myself, you rushed in with no hesitation. Honestly, I just love the way you struck those guys dumb with your quick wit. God the way they look so stupid after you told them off with big words that none of them understand. It was hilarious. Yeah, still got the spitfire with Mr. Greeley, I think he can’t decide whether to fire you or send you to the big boss himself. What you got some great ideas, you should totally market them.

Right, you want answers. Sorry. List my powers? That’s a dozy of a list. Well you know the obvious ones, flight, speed, strength. I have ice rays and energy blasts from my hands and eyes but I really use those for ice pops and the real baddies. A new one is that I can phase through stuff. X-ray vision? No, that’s Superman. I can see microscopic things though. Fire immunity, bulletproof, breathe in outer space and underwater. I don’t know, the list keeps getting longer. It’s hard to keep up.

Hey I just wanted to say that you do a lot more for me than you realize. Well, I mean that…remember that time those guys tried to rob you. Now that you know the truth, you obviously realize that your best friend is actually the superhero who took you on a moon light date. Yeah the flying and us dancing in mid-air. That was me. I didn’t mean to scare you with how high we were. I just wanted to impress you. My parents taught me how to be good. My brother showed me what I could do. But you…you taught me why. I don’t know how or where I got these powers but I do know why. You. No matter how many guys you dated, it hurt watching you get your heart broken over and over again. But, you put on your best smile and kept going. When you did break, you trusted me to run to and just hold you.

What was that? A name? No not yet. I was thinking Boulder but I don’t really have anything with rocks. Champion? I like that. To be the people’s champion. Haha, cheesy but I like it. You’re my champion.

[berrynarrybanana]

Me and You Together

A/N: Hello! I would like to say first of all that ^ is not my gif. I had it saved on my computer from somewhere and it just felt perfect for this. I do love my little sweet pea and frat boy Harry, but I also feel like I’ve done them dirty in this fic. I wanted to add more angst, but we all know I’m shit at that kind of stuff bc I’m soft at heart. Anywho, I really hope that you enjoy this and I just want to thank the lovely @stellarboystyles​ for putting together this little fic challenge. Congrats on 3 years babe! I hope that you like this story and that I have done this celebratory moment justice! 

Word Count: 11.9 k 

Warnings: Alcohol, smut, pining, Louis being a dickhead, a mean roommate

Trope: Best Friends to Lovers with Frat Boy Harry 

Prompt: “Just sit on my fingers. Yeah, just like that.” (this is all the way at the end tbh, just a heads up lol) 

P.s I know nothing about frat’s honestly and I just tried to avoid that the best that I could but fratboy!h lives in my mind rent free and I wanted to write it so....yeah.

September

Piper’s POV 

I rolled my head back on my neck, looking up at the ceiling as my roommate sighed. 

“Has anyone told you that you’re a selfish bitch?” Carli asked, her perfectly manicured nail resting on the cheap, wooden door of our dorm room. “I’m trying to unwind and relax after an extremely hard week and you’re ruining it for me.” 

“I live here too!” I felt my brows pull together in frustration as I adjusted my bag on my sore shoulders, shifting from foot to foot. “The least you can let me do is come in and change before you start fucking.”

“You’re killing my mood!” She groaned, holding her hand out. “Give me your fucking bag and tell me what you need.” 

“Carli-”

“Tell me what you need or I’m shutting this door in your face, I swear to god.” She snapped, her brows arching up as she wiggled her fingers at me. “You have five seconds.” 

“Fine!” I said, shrugging my bag off my tired shoulders. “I need my purse, a black t-shirt, and a jacket.” 

“Great.” 

She slammed the door in my face, flicking the lock as I brushed my hands over my face angrily. 

College was not supposed to be like this. 

The next four years of my life were meant to be spent making new friends and partaking in fun activities on campus. So far, the only person I knew was Carli and she most definitely hated my guts with a burning passion. I wasn’t sure why she hated me so much when I mainly kept to myself, hunched over my desk with headphones on for most of the night when I studied. I hardly ever talked to Carli besides the odd argument about my typing being too loud and my presence being too...obvious. I hated every second of college so far and this wasn’t helping me at all. 

I was moments away from having a breakdown, the build up creeping up my throat as I stood there in the hall, waiting for Carli as everyone else stared at my back. I tried not to let their prying eyes bother me, but I could feel the hairs standing up on the back of my neck as I crossed my arms over my chest. I tried to distract my mind, thinking about where I was going to go while Carli got her rocks off in our shared room. Maybe the library? Maybe a cafe?

Just as I started listing off cafes in my head, the door opened just a crack. 

“Here’s your stuff, don’t come home before midnight.” She stuck a hand out, her voice muffled by the door. I rolled my eyes, grabbing my things from her hands. “Bye, Pippi!”

“It’s Piper, you unbearable asshole.” I sighed, holding my stuff close to my chest as frustrated tears started to accumulate behind my eyes. “I hope you don’t have an orgasm.” 

I turned on my heels, ready to storm towards the communal bathroom so I could change and collect myself before leaving. I only made it halfway down the hall when I heard someone shouting behind me. I wasn’t sure they were actually calling out for me until I felt a hand on my shoulder. I stopped in my tracks, sniffling as I reached up to wipe at my cheeks. 

“Piper, hold on.” The girl who was calling my name stepped in front of me, letting out a shuddery breath. She only had eyeshadow on one of her perfectly shaped eyes and a makeup brush in her hand as she stopped. “I just wanted to say that I am so sorry your roommate just did that to you. You can use my room to change if you’d like? I know the communal bathroom doesn’t always offer the most privacy and my roommate is never home. I’ll stand outside and everything!” 

“You don’t have to do that.” I sniffled before offering her a forced smile. I wasn’t in the mood to deal with teasing right now. “But thank you.” 

“I insist.” Her brown eyes looked softer as she spoke, her hand falling to her side. “My name is Eleanor. I think we have Modern English together.” 

“Piper.” I said. “Are you sure you’re okay with that?” 

“Yeah.” She nodded. “I don’t mind it at all, babes.” 

Eleanor left me in her room to get dressed, politely standing outside as I collected myself. 

I took a few deep breaths, trying to compose myself as I stripped out of the blouse I had been wearing all day. I pulled my black t-shirt on, huffing when I realized that this wasn’t the one I actually needed. This one was meant for darker jeans and a pair of heeled boots. This top was meant for parties and bars, not a cafe. The criss crossed pattern was far too fancy for a late night cup of coffee and a lonely piece of cheesecake. 

When I opened the door, my old shirt bundled up in my hand, I smiled at Eleanor. 

She looked over my outfit, her eyes growing wide. 

“You look great!” She said. “Do you have plans tonight?” 

“I was just gonna go to Fitz and Co for coffee and dessert.” I gave her a nervous chuckle, clutching my old shirt in my hands. “Probably going to wander around campus after to kill time.” 

“Don’t take offense,” She gave me a sweet smile, her accent growing thicker with each word she spoke. I hadn’t noticed it all that much before when my emotions were on overdrive and my mind was swirling with anger. “But that sounds absolutely dreadful and you deserve to have a little bit of fun. It’s Friday night for fuck’s sake and we’re in Uni!”

“I don’t really know anyone on campus.” I shrugged. “I’ve not made a ton of friends yet, you know?” 

“I do, actually.” She nodded. “If I had to say, you’re the first person I’ve tried to make conversation with since I’ve been here. I’m going to a party tonight because my boyfriend’s frat is hosting it, and he’ll just text me all night if I don’t go.”

“That sounds like fun.” I said. “Thank you for helping me out and offering me your room. I really hope you have fun tonight."

“Why don’t you come with me?” She asked. “I know frat parties sound horrible after all the stuff you see in films, and a lot of them are pretty shit, but I would love to have a drinking buddy.” 

“I don’t want to impose.” I said. “I’m sure you want to spend time with your boyfriend.”

“Nonsense, he sees me everyday.” She shook her head. “I would love to have someone to chat with that isn’t one of his football friends from back home.” 

“Um, okay.’” I shrugged. “I guess that’s not too horrible and I kind of owe you one.”

“You won’t regret it.” 

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“So the house shouldn’t be too crowded.” Eleanor pulled her flannel tighter around her body, hunching over as the wind whipped around us. “A few of the guys are still out getting alcohol and people aren’t supposed to start showing up for another hour at least.”

“That’s good.” I nodded. “So why did you decide to come to school here?”

“Louis.” She said. “I couldn’t stomach the idea of being away from Lou and there are so many opportunities in America for both of us. He’s here on a footie scholarship and I’m here on a performing arts scholarship.”

“That’s really cool!” I exclaimed, my eyebrows raising up. “I didn’t peg you for a theatre nerd.”

“Just a tiny one.” She chuckled. “I’m more into the costumes than anything. Fashion has always owned my heart and my Mum took me to so many musicals as a girl. I figured I would combine my love for both and make it my career.”

“I admire that.” I said softly, glancing down at the sidewalk as we turned a corner. “So how long have you and Louis been together?”

“Four years.” She smiled. “We met on a holiday to London one summer and we’ve never let go of each other. Last year we went to the same University for our first year before deciding to come abroad and it was….magical.”

“He sounds lovely.” I said. “He makes you happy?” 

“He does.” She nodded, her lips pursing slightly as she tried to hide her smile. “He’s a proper gentleman, even when he’s being a bit too laddie.”

“I don’t even know what that means.” I chuckled and Eleanor joined in. “What is a laddie? Is that like Lassie, the dog?”

“Not like that dog.” She scrunched up her nose. “I think you call them ‘Bro’s’ over here.” 

“Ah, I do understand then.” 

Eleanor and I continued chatting as we walked down Frat Row. 

The houses were large, but they looked a little plain and rundown. I imagine having a group of rowdy, drunk boys living in a house without supervision didn’t do well for wear and tear on a house. Eleanor told me that the last house on frat row in the cul-de-sac belonged to pretty much the entire footy team with a few odd guys sprinkled in. 

When we arrived, my jaw nearly dropped to the ground. 

I was living in a tiny dorm room and these men were living like kings and a gigantic and modern house that looked brand new. Eleanor laughed as I took in the dark, blue-grey exterior. The shutters and the porch were both painted a dark, charcoal grey. We walked up the stairs and I continued to look around like a kid lost in a candy store. 

Maybe joining a sorority wasn’t a bad move?

“So, that is the living room and just down that first hall is the bathroom. I recommend going upstairs to Louis’ room if you want to use a clean and unoccupied bathroom.” She chuckled. “I’ll show you around upstairs later if you’d like.”

“This is the cleanest Frat house I’ve ever seen in my life.” I said slowly, looking around. “How is it so pristine?”

“A few of the guys are really obsessed with cleanliness and organization.” She chuckled. “Also I spend a lot of time over here, so I do what I can.”

“I would spend all of my time here, too.” I said. “Why are you even in a dorm if you could be here?”

“Rules.” She rolled her eyes. “Technically women aren’t allowed to be housed in a frat, which blows, but I understand it.”

“Well, I’ll pretend to be you and stay in your dorm if you want to fly under the radar and move here.” I teased, patting her shoulder. “It’s a win win for both of us.”

“I might take you up on that.” She giggled, guiding me through an open archway. “This here is the kitchen-”

“Ellie, s’that you!” 

Eleanor flinched at the booming voice from upstairs, her eyes casting up to the ceiling as she grumbled. 

“Bloody hell, these men,” She shot me a sympathetic look and I tried my best not to laugh softly at her annoyance. “Yes, Niall?”

“I need help.” This accent was slightly different than Eleanor’s and it almost reminded me of the guy on the lucky charms commercial. “I don’t know what trousers to wear, should I do these dark jeans or these plaid one’s.”

The voice was closer and closer with each word and suddenly, a half naked man appeared in the doorway, holding two pairs of pants as he looked down at them. He was wearing white boxer briefs and white socks, the rest of his pale and freckled skin on display. I had to admit that he was extremely attractive, chestnut colored hair on top of his head and a soft stomach rounded out with a matching chestnut happy trail dusting under his belly button. 

“Oh, hello.” He looked up, smiling at me with piercing blue eyes and extremely handsome features. I tried not to blush, my eyes glued to his. “Which one’s do ya think I should wear, love? Good to have an outsider’s perspective sometimes.” 

The sound of a door shutting behind us caused my head to snap around. 

This was more of a man standing at the opposite end of the kitchen, his chocolate colored curls framing his face and resting on his broad shoulders as he looked up at me. His face was perfect, adonis like features catching my attention and his bright green eyes causing my breath to catch in my throat. He offered me a small smile, his features soft as he cleared his throat. 

“Hello.” He said softly to me before his eyes darted up, looking behind me. “For fuck’s sake, Niall. Why are you nearly naked!” 

“I needed help!” I turned my head back towards Niall as his brows pulled together, his lips turning to a scowl. “I can’t decide what trousers to wear and Liam is no help!” 

“We have a guest.” The green eyed god spoke from behind me, but I didn’t dare turn my head. I was afraid that if I did, I would be stuck staring at him for the rest of the night. “Don’t be rude.”

I glanced over at Eleanor who lifted her hand to pinch the bridge of her nose. 

I tried, again, not to laugh at her misery. 

“I swear to god, Niall,” She sighed heavily. “The least you could do is introduce yourself to the poor girl before you flash her.”

“M’Niall,” He rolled his eyes, looking over at me. “What’s your name, love?” 

Harry’s POV

“My name is Piper.” 

I stared at the back of her head, trying my best not to think about running my fingers through her soft curls that nearly matched the shade of my own. I inhaled sharply as I pressed my fingertips into the marble countertop below me. I had seen this girl, Piper, around campus before. I saw her flitting from building to building with her head tilted down and her headphones tucked in her cute little ears. I had a huge crush on this girl and now she was standing in my kitchen with my half-naked roommate and my best friend’s girl. 

This wasn’t a good thing at all.

“S’nice to meet you, Piper.” Niall winked at her and I rolled my eyes, shooting him a glare over the girls head. 

His brows furrowed and I gave him a pointed look before mouthing, ‘That’s the girl’.

Niall’s brows lifted up and he shot me a cheeky grin. 

He was the only one I confided in about my girl troubles. 

He knew all about the mystery girl that I passed by every day on my way to physics class and he had suggested to me several times that bumping into her was the best way to catch her attention. I declined, rolling my eyes at his childish suggestion. I had to admit though, if she had been in my class, I would have tossed paper at the back of her head to get her attention. 

It was a trick that never failed. 

“Well, I’m gonna go get dressed then.” He cleared his throat, glancing over at Eleanor. “Lou is stuck on the phone with his Mum, babe. I think he might need some rescuing if he’s going to join the party at all tonight.”

“Oh,” Eleanor stood straighter, glancing over at Piper. “I don’t want to leave Piper-”

“I can stay with her.” I cleared my throat, reaching up to fiddle with my hair as both girls turned to look at me. “I’ve finished my part of party prep, so I don’t mind.”

“Harry, I don’t know.” Eleanor said. “I’m already afraid Niall’s neon white body is going to scare her off. I don’t need you turning on your Cheshire Charm.”

“Oi, I resent that.” I narrowed my eyes at her playfully, trying to fight off my smile as she chuckled. “I won’t be turning on any charm tonight, love. I’ve got a big match to play tomorrow, remember? Gotta save my strength and energy if I wanna do well.”

“Alright, fine.” Eleanor sighed, turning back to Piper. “Are you okay if I disappear for a few minutes? I promise I’ll be right back.” 

“It’s fine.” Piper smiled at Eleanor, gently nodding her head. “Please, go ahead. I don’t mind waiting down here.”

“You’re sure?” Eleanor asked, her face laced with concern. 

“Positive.” Piper glanced over at me. “I think I’m in good hands with ol’ Cheshire Charm back there.” 

My smile was so wide that it hurt my cheeks. 

She was funny and gorgeous.

Eleanor glanced between the two of us before saying a quick ‘be right back’.

“It’s nice to meet you.” Piper turned around, her hands pressing against the countertop as Niall wiggled his brows behind us. He disappeared behind Eleanor moments later, leaving Piper and I alone in the kitchen. “Would you like a Whiteclaw?”

“Oh, sure.” She nodded, her eyes dropping down to her hands. “I would love one.”

“You seem a bit nervous.” I said, walking towards the fridge. “Do you have a flavor preference?”

“No.” She said softly. “And yeah, I guess I am a bit nervous. I’ve had a pretty tough day and I wasn’t exactly prepared to come to a frat party.”

“Why are you here then?” I asked, my eyes scanning the shelves until I landed on the one filled with canned drinks. I reached for two lime flavored cocktails, pulling them out before I shut the door with my hip. “If you don’t mind me asking, that is.” 

“Um, Eleanor extended the invitation and I kind of owed her one.” Piper smiled, taking the drink with a soft ‘thank you’. “My roommate is a bit of a dickhead and she kicked me out so she could get laid. Eleanor saw me in the hallway on the verge of a mental breakdown and we just...hit it off, I guess.”

“Sorry your roommate was a dickhead.” I smiled, letting my eyes roam over the soft features of her face. “I’m glad you and El hit it off though. It’s nice to have a new face around here.”

I let my eyes trail over the features of her face now that she was up close and personal. 

Her eyes were hazel, a soft golden hue to her irises. Her brows were thick and wild, but perfectly shaped. There were soft freckles peeking out from under her foundation and her cheeks were a soft shade of red. Her nose was soft and rounded at the end and I couldn’t help but think of hovering over her, brushing my own nose against hers as I thrust into her. 

I hated being a man sometimes. 

She was a beautiful girl and even in my head she deserved better than to be thought of that way. She was more than just a sexual object and she didn’t need some creepy frat guy thinking dirty thoughts about her only moments after meeting her. I cleared my throat, reaching for my drink. I took a long sip as she raised her brows, offering me a sly smirk as she sipped at her own drink. 

“Eleanor is a really sweet girl.” I rested my can on the marble countertop. “She’s been having trouble making friends over here, so it’s nice that she’s found someone to hang out with besides us.” 

“I really like her.” Piper said softly. “I’ve been having trouble making friends, too. I’m not really the best at putting myself out there, you know?”

“I think you’re doing just fine.” I flashed her a reassuring smile, noticing how her cheeks turned a shade darker. “I don’t think I’ve fully introduced myself, love. I’m Harry.”

“I’m Piper.” She held her hand out and I took it, giving it a soft shake. “It’s nice to meet you, Harry.” 

Her skin was so bloody soft, her hands a little cold and damp from the can she was holding. 

“You too.” I said. “If you need anything tonight, please don’t hesitate to find me. I know how overwhelming these parties can be and I’ll be happy to keep you company or walk you out for some fresh air if you need it.” 

“Thank you.” She said softly. “The same goes for you. If you need any company tonight, I’m your girl.” 

Just like that, my mind was back in the gutter. 

All I could hear in my head was the echoes of her sweet moans, her voice chanting over and over again ‘M’your girl, Harry. Yours’. I cleared my throat, giving her a tight smile as I tried to avoid thinking about her tucked in my sheets, writhing and gasping as I licked into her. 

I was so totally fucked.

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“Piper, babe,” I laughed, holding her hips tightly as she swayed. “I think we should sit you down for a minute, yeah?”

“If I sit, I’ll sleep.” She whined, looking up at me with her sweet puppy dog eyes. “Where did Eleanor go?” 

“Eleanor is going upstairs with Louis.” I said softly, digging my fingers into the fleshy skin above the waistband of her jeans. “Do you want me to take you home?”

She pursed her lips, shaking her head as she pressed her hands into my shoulders. 

I knew exactly how we’d gotten here. 

The party was still going strong around us, people dancing and shouting as Piper swayed in front of me. I wanted so badly to brush her hair from her face and stroke the soft skin of her cheek, but I would never do something like that when she was this off her face. Holding onto her hips was already too intimate for my liking, but I was afraid she would topple over without some form of support. She swayed forward, her eyes face pinching up ever so slightly before she pressed one hand to her forehead. I frowned, pulling her closer as a group of guys rushed by.

If Niall hadn’t suggested we play four drinking games in a row, Piper and Eleanor might not have been off their faces within the first two hours of the party. I had to admit that I didn’t exactly mind taking care of Piper. She was a funny drunk, silly puns and snide comments slipping from her lips carelessly as she leaned against me. It was when her eyes started to drift shut and her body started to sway, that I started to worry about her. I pulled her into the kitchen alongside a giggly Eleanor, handing them both bottles of water while I quickly cooked up some pizza rolls that Niall had hidden in the freezer. Both girls ate between loud laughs, knocking into each other as I watched them with a small smile on my face.

 Seeing Eleanor happy made me happy, but seeing her happy with the girl of my dreams made me feel like I was on cloud nine. 

“Mate,” Louis’ hand clapped down on my shoulder and I turned my head as Piper’s body fell into mine. “I can take her off your hands. El told me they live in the same halls-”

“She can barely stand on her own, Lou.” I shook my head, glancing down as she rested her head on my shoulder. “Gonna go put her to bed in my room. I’ll sleep on the couch after everyone is gone.”

“Lock the door if you leave her up there.” Louis said. “I’m going back up to El in a minute, but I figured I should get some painkillers and water for the morning.”

“Bring some up for Piper?” I asked him. “I probably won’t leave her alone in there, knowing all of these jackasses are around.”

“Tell me about it.” Louis snorted out a laugh, shaking his head. “I’ll be up in five.”

I nodded, watching him disappear through the crowd of people in our living room. 

“Hey, love,” I said softly. “Gonna take you upstairs and tuck you in, okay?”

“Kay.” She mumbled, turning her head until her nose brushed against the column of my neck. 

I made a mental note to have a talk with her tomorrow about going places with strangers when she was drunk. I knew that I meant no harm, but we were still getting to know each other. It set off a level of worry that I only ever felt when it came to my Mum or Sister. It was almost a primal need to protect, my arms winding tightly around her as I guided her to the stairs. 

It was no easy feat to get her up the staircase, but when we finally made it to my room, she snapped into a more alert mode. She looked up, her tired eyes growing as wide as they could before she brushed some of her hair out of her face. She looked up at me, her eyes searching my face as I pressed my hand lightly to her lower back. 

“Thank you for taking care of me, Harry.” She said softly. “I’m really sorry I’m ruining your fun.” 

“Nonsense, love.” I shook my head. “S’just another party, there will be plenty more.” 

“Still.” She mumbled. “I don’t want to take your bed. Sleeping on the couch is bad for your back and I overheard that you have a match tomorrow.”

“S’alright.” I said. “I’ve slept on a floor before a match and still kicked ass, Piper. I don’t mind giving my bed up for a good cause.”

She let out an aggravated sigh, rolling her eyes at me. 

I tried not to smile as she grumbled under her breath, reaching for the doorknob to my bedroom door. I followed in behind her, flicking the light switch on before I shut the door behind me. Piper staggered a little and I hovered, my hands waiting to catch her should she fall. Instead, she stumbled over to my bed on bambi like legs, collapsing on the foot with a soft groan. 

“You need some help?” I asked her as she lifted her leg, struggling with her shoe. She merely waved her hand at me, shaking her head. “You want something comfy to change into? I’ve got sweats, shorts-”

“Sweats sound lovely.” She mumbled, a soft ‘aha’ falling from her lips as she finally tugged the shoelace of her boot out of a knot. “You’re a true gentleman, has anyone ever told you that?” 

“My Mum.” I chuckled, walking over to my dresser in search of comfy clothes. 

“S’good,” Piper sighed out as her boot hit the floor. “Hard to find a proper gentleman these days, Harry. I think Jude Law was the last of them.”

“I won’t argue with you there.” I shook my head, trying to contain my laughter as I sifted through my sweatpants. I settled on my favorite pair, the light grey fabric soft and worn. “Do you want a t-shirt to sleep in or a long sleeve shirt?”

“Um, t-shirt.” She mumbled. “Your room is lovely. Did you do all of the decorating yourself?”

“I did, yeah.” I nodded. “Brought a few key things from home, but I spent most of my money in Target when I got here.” 

“Amen to that.” She hiccuped softly. “I like your record player. I’ve always wanted one of those.”

“One day you’ll have to come up and listen to some records with me.” I glanced at her over my shoulder, noting how the corners of her lips ticked up into a girlish grin. “What kind of music do you like?”

“All of it.” She said simply, her voice trailing off. “I’ve always been a fan of classical music for studying. My mom calls me a psychopath.”

“They are known for indulging in the genre.” I snorted, pulling out a white t-shirt before I turned around. “I think that’s lovely, though. I’ve heard some good stuff from Bach in my music theory class and I have to say, it makes for good studying music.”

“That’s what I’m saying.” She said. “I love me some cello, mate.”

“Look at that.” I hummed out, holding the clothes out to her. “Got you talking like a proper brit now, don’t we. Didn’t even know what footy was at the start of the night.” 

“Piss off.” She grumbled, trying to hide her amusement as she mocked my accent. 

“I’m gonna run to Louis' room while you get dressed, okay?” I said. “Gonna steal you some makeup wipes from El’s overnight bag so we can take your makeup off. I want you to lock the door and don’t open it for anyone besides me. I don’t care if it’s Niall or god himself, alright?”

“Alright.” She whispered softly. “You’re really fucking nice, Harry.”

I tried to resist the urge to brush my knuckles over the soft skin of her cheek, but I couldn’t. 

I inhaled sharply as she closed her eyes, leaning into my touch with a soft hum. 

“I’ll be right back.” I said softly. “Lock the door.”

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Piper’s POV 

Falling in love with Harry took me all of five minutes. 

I decided that it was physically impossible not to love someone so perfect. He was a real gentleman, keeping his hands in respectful spots even when I was falling all over him, drunk off my ass. I felt a little guilty about being so touchy-feely with someone I hardly knew, but I was comfortable around him from the start. He stood by my side for most of the night, talking with Eleanor and I as we tossed shots back like water. 

I stood up from the foot of his bed, fiddling with the button on my pants. My vision was most definitely blurry and my fingers were shaking as I swayed on my feet, but I managed to pull the button from the loop before I shoved my pants down my legs. It took a bit of wiggling to get my ass settled into Harry’s sweats, an article of clothing clearly meant for a man with no….assets. 

With a soft hiccup, I worked on my shirt, tossing it to the ground before I reached behind me to take off my bra. My drunk brain didn’t care about etiquette or embarrassment anymore. That all flew out the window with my third shot of tequila that Niall handed over. When I settled the fabric of Harry’s shirt over my tired limbs, I heard a soft knock at the door. 

I stumbled over, pressing my ear against the wood to hear who was there. I was plastered, yeah, but I remembered Harry’s speech about not opening the door for anyone. 

“Who is it?” I called out, my voice breaking just a little. 

“S’me.” I heard Harry’s gruff voice. “S’Harry.” 

I flicked the lock on the door, opening it up with a soft smile. 

Harry held up some makeup wipes and a bottle of water, flashing me a cheesy grin. I laughed, shutting the door and flicking the lock behind him again as he walked into his room. When I turned around, my arms crossed over my chest, he was looking at my body with soft eyes. 

“Everything feel comfy enough to sleep in?” He asked. 

“Yeah, thanks.” I nodded. 

“Alright.” He nodded, looking up at me with glassy jade eyes. “Let’s get you tucked in, shall we?”

I smiled, walking over to his bed. 

I picked the side farthest from the door and closest to the window. 

Harry pulled back the covers, waiting for me to climb in before he rested them over my legs. He set the bottle of water on the bedside table, two painkillers falling to the wood next to the plastic bottle. He sat down next to my legs, ripping into the makeup wipes with ease. I watched him pluck a sheet out before closing the pack back up, tossing it to the nightstand with the other items. I rolled my lips in as he turned towards me, holding the cloth out. 

“Do you want me to do it?” He asked. “Just so you know it’s all gone?” 

“Yes, please.” I nodded. 

I could take my makeup off in my sleep. 

I’d done it before, actually. 

But there was something about being doted on by Harry that I wasn’t ready to give up just yet. 

I preened as he wiped the cloth over my skin with gentle strokes, swiping away concealer and highlighter with ease. I let my eyes slip shut when he asked, his index finger gently brushing at the small bit of liquid liner and shimmery shadow on my lids. When it got to my lips, he did a few quick dabs before his touch was gone from my face all together. 

“All clean.” He smiled, tossing the wipe towards the bin in the corner of the room. “Alright, I’m going to tuck you in and turn on a movie. I’ll just be on the floor next to you if you need anything at all. Bathroom is through that door right there.”

“Don’t sleep on the floor.” I rolled my eyes. “I’m okay with sharing a bed with you, Harry. Friends do that all the time, don’t they?”

“But you’re drunk.” He said softly. “And I don’t want you to feel pressured or uncomfortable-” 

“I don’t.” I said. “From the moment we met, you’ve made me feel very welcomed and comfortable. I promise that I don’t feel unsafe or pressured in any way, Harry. If you feel more comfortable sleeping on the floor, then I understand, but I’m okay with you sleeping next to me.”

Harry reached up to rustle his long strands of hair, his curls flopping about as he looked at me with a curious gaze. He inhaled sharply, nibbling on his lower lip as I stared back at him with raised brows and an amused grin. 

“I’ll put a pillow wall between us and everything.” I said. “If it makes you feel comfortable.”

“I just don’t want you to wake up in the morning and freak out.” He said softly. “You’ve had a lot to drink and if you don’t remember any of this tomorrow, it might be a little scary to wake up with a strange man in your bed.”

“Well, it’s your bed.” I said softly. “And I’ve been worse off than this and still remembered what happened the night before, Harry. I come from a very small town where drinking is considered a sport. This is a regular Tuesday for me.”

“Alright.” He whispered through a breathy laugh. “But if you change your mind at any point through the night, feel free to kick me out of bed.”

“I won’t.” I rolled my eyes. “Get ready for bed, yeah? You’ve got a big day tomorrow and I can’t have you losing a match because of me. People will think I’m bad luck.”

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Harry’s POV 

When I woke up in the middle of the night, our pillow wall was gone. 

Piper’s cheek was pressed into her pillow, soft puffs of air escaping her parted lips as she tightened her grip on my shirt. Her hand was resting on my tummy and her foot was hooked over my calf muscle, but she remained on her side of the bed. I lay there for a minute, watching her peaceful face as she slept. I tried to commit her features to memory, my heart squeezing in my chest as she shuffled around a bit. I rested my hand over hers, softly brushing my fingers over her knuckles as her body moved just a little closer to mine. 

The dry feeling in my mouth pulled me from my peaceful moment, urging me to go downstairs for my own bottle of water. It was silent in the house, no more music pumping through the speakers downstairs, and I felt safe enough to leave Piper on her own in my room without the doors locked. I would only be gone for a few minutes at the most, running down for water before I ran back up to curl back up next to the sleeping girl in my bed. 

When I made it downstairs, Louis was already in the kitchen.

“Hey,” I grumbled, walking over to the fridge. “What are you doing up?”

“Same as you.” He said. “Thirsty.”

“Hmm.” I nodded. “Eleanor still knocked out cold?”

“Yeah.” He chuckled. “Love that girl to death, but she snores like a bloody chainsaw.”

“That she does.” I laughed, pulling a water bottle out. “I’m glad she’s got Piper as a friend. It was nice to see her unwind tonight.”

“It was.” Louis nodded, pressing his hip into the countertop. “Piper likes you.”

I nearly choked on my water as Louis looked up at me. 

“What?” I asked. “How on earth-” 

“It’s obvious, mate.” Louis rolled his eyes, an amused grin on his lips. “She’s got a bit of a crush on you, but what girl doesn’t?”

“Lou-” I said slowly, my eyes narrowing. “Why do I feel like you’re about to give me a speech.”

“It would break my heart if Eleanor lost her as a friend, Harry.” Louis said softly. “She doesn’t have anyone over here and I at least have you and Niall, you know? If she lost Piper because you two decided to fool around and things ended badly-”

“That’s not what this is.” I said quickly. “And I don’t appreciate what you’re trying to say, either. I would never hurt Piper, or anyone, on purpose. She’s a very sweet girl and it just so happens that I’ve liked her for a while.”

“You know each other, then?” Louis brows arched up and I sighed. “Wasn’t aware.” 

“We don’t know each other, but I’ve seen her around campus.” I mumbled. “Always had my eyes on her, Lou. She’s fucking gorgeous.”

“Harry,” Louis said softly. “I’m asking you as a friend, please don’t get involved.” 

“That’s a shitty thing to ask.” My voice was hoarse. “It’s late and we’re both still pissed. I’m going to bed.” 

“Just think about it.” He said, knocking his knuckles against the countertop. 

Lucky for Louis, it was all I could think about for the rest of the night.

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Piper’s POV 

When I woke up the next morning, I could feel Harry’s heartbeat against my cheek.

The annoying beeping of his alarm had me groaning and turning my face into his chest. I heard him mutter a soft series of ‘sorry’s’ before it turned off. Harry’s arm draped over my back, holding me against his chest as I closed my eyes again. I let out a soft hum as he brushed his fingers up and down my back, his chest rising and falling slowly under my head. 

“I see that we’ve lost the pillow wall.” Harry’s voice was deep and raspy, causing a shiver to run up my spine. 

“Sorry.” I whispered, lifting my head up as I pressed my palm to his chest. “I guess I tossed it aside in the middle of the night.” 

“You did.” He chuckled softly. “You pushed it down with your feet and then you pulled it out and chucked it because you were trying to get comfortable.” 

“You watched me?” I asked, blinking a few times to try and focus my vision as I rested my chin on the back of my hand.

“I felt you flopping around like a fish out of water and I had to check on you.” He said slowly, his own eyes still shut. “I fell back asleep and when I woke up for a wee you were snuggled so tightly against me that I could barely pry you off.”

“I didn’t know that I was a cuddler.” I mumbled softly. “I’ve never really slept in a bed with anyone else before.”

“Well, you can tick that box off of your bucket list.” He smiled, his fingers still brushing over my back as I looked down at him. “You staring at me?” 

“A little.” I confessed, a small smile creeping up on my lips. “Think you’re pretty.”

“Love,” He let out a breathy chuckle. “Easy.”

“What?” I asked, dropping my head back to his chest. “Why can’t I say you're pretty? We spent the night together, I’m allowed to compliment you a little.”

“Do you think it’s a good idea to flirt with me?” He cleared his throat, shifting around under me. I groaned, falling back to the pillow next to him. “Do friends flirt?”

Friends.

I should have known better. 

There was no way on earth someone like Harry would want to be with someone like me.

“Friends can call each other pretty.” I said dejectedly, turning on my side. “And friends can cuddle, too.”

“Well, if it makes you feel better, you’re an amazing cuddler.” He said softly, pressing his palm to my bicep as he leaned over to kiss my temple. “You’re welcome to sleep more if you’d like, but I would love to take you out to breakfast.”

“Breakfast?” I turned my head, looking at him with furrowed brows. “I thought you had a match this morning?”

“I’ve got a few hours.” He rested his body next to mine, his head falling on the pillow next to mine lazily. “Eleanor will be at the match.”

“I know.” I whispered. 

“You should sit with her.” Harry smiled. “I would like that.”

“Okay.” I said softly as he snaked his arm underneath my own, curling it around my middle. I tried to fight off a smile. “Thought we were getting up?”

“Few more minutes.” He mumbled. “You smell nice. S’that your perfume or your shampoo?”

“Probably both.” I smiled, resting my palm over his forearm. “Both sweet pea scented.”

“Piper.” He mused. “Sweet pea.”

“What are you mumbling about?” I asked, trying to contain my giggles at his sleepy rambling. 

“Gonna call you sweet pea.” He mumbled. “Because your name starts with a P and you’re so sweet.” 

Fuck being friends. 

I liked this boy.

And no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t ignore the fluttering feeling in my stomach. 

I was truly fucked.

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December

Piper’s POV 

There were only a few seconds left in the match and our boys were killing it. 

Eleanor gripped my hand tighter as Louis shouted to Niall across the field. Seconds later, he was kicking the ball with the side of his foot. Harry was much closer to the goal, ready to land the winning kick into the goal. I looked at him, his chest heaving and his hairline coated in a thin sheen of sweat. His face was intense and it made my thighs clench ever so slightly to see him so serious. He was always so attractive in the middle of a game, his brows pulled together and his lips pinched tightly together. I loved watching him pull his hair up before a game, twisting the long strands around before he tossed it up in a bun on top of his head. 

“He’s got this.” I said. “Come on, Lou!”

“He’s gonna pass to Harry.” She shook her head. “He has to, babe. He’ll miss from back there.”

“They have five fucking seconds.” We always got a bit snippy during games, but never at each other. “It better be a flawless fucking pass.”

Louis passed the black and white checked ball to Harry with a swift kick and I held my breath, waiting to see what would happen. Harry pushed a guy on the opposing team gently with his shoulder, sliding low until his foot collided with the ball. Just as the last second ticked down, it collided with the net behind the goal and Harry collapsed on his back as players rushed around him. 

Everyone cheered loudly, Eleanor jumping up with a loud cheer alongside the crowd. I could barely move, my heart thumping so loudly that it was all I could hear. I watched Harry’s back flat on the ground, my eyes watering as he continued to stay still. When I saw him sit up, shaking his head, I finally took a deep breath. Moments later, Louis and Niall were lifting him up on their shoulders. 

“Thank, fuck.” I whispered, standing up next to Eleanor as I clapped. 

Harry’s eyes flitted to the stands, landing on mine with a wide grin. 

He was covered in mud and dirt, but he was fine. 

Eleanor grabbed my hand, guiding me down towards the field. 

She was quick to launch on Louis when her feet hit the grass and Niall was quick to run over and scoop me up. I patted him on the back, laughing as he shook me around in his arms. 

“We won!” He cheered. “We bloody won!” 

“I know!” I chuckled, brushing my hand over the back of his head. “I’m proud of you, Ni.”

He put me on my feet, pressing a kiss to my cheek before he turned around to Harry. He grabbed his best mate by the face, kissing his forehead before he ran off shouting something that was terribly hard to make out. I rolled my eyes, steadying myself on my feet. Harry walked over to me, holding his arms out with that same wide and cheeky grin on his lips. 

“Come give your best mate a hug,” He said. “Gotta thank my good luck charm.”

“Harry, no.” I said, holding my hands up. “You’re covered in mud and grass and- Harry!” 

I squealed, taking off on the grass as Harry chased me. 

I dodged a few members of the opposing team, apologizing profusely. 

It didn’t take very long for Harry to wrap his arms around me, pulling me against his chest. 

“I deserve a bloody hug, sweet pea.” He squeezed me tight. “I won!”

“I know, but you’re gross.” I groaned, dropping my head back. “You get to shower before we go to lunch and I don’t.” 

“You could always join.” He whispered, his lips brushing against the shell of my ear. “Know you’ve been dying to see me naked, haven’t ya pea?”

“I will elbow you.” I grumbled, spinning around in his arms. “Don’t be a prick.”

“Just like watching you blush, Piper.” He reached over, pinching my cheek softly. “Where are we going for lunch today?” 

“Where do we always go for lunch?” I rolled my eyes. “Go on, get cleaned up so we can go.”

“Fine, fine.” He sighed. “I’ll see you in ten?”

“I’ll be here.”

I walked back over to Eleanor and Louis, my mind stuck on Harry’s cheeky comment. 

I hated when he did stuff like that. 

He was always toying with my emotions, pulling me to and fro like I didn’t have any feelings at all. He knew that I had a crush on him and he knew that it sucked for me to be so close, but I had the power to stop it at any time. The truth was that I couldn’t stomach the thought of being away from him like that. I wanted him in my life, no matter how I could have him. I walked towards Eleanor with a heavy sigh, crossing my arms over my chest as she kissed Louis deeply. 

Being around a couple constantly was torture when you weren’t apart of one yourself. Especially when the person you wanted to be a couple with was always around anyways. When the pair were done kissing, Louis ran off towards the stadium to take a shower in the locker room. Eleanor smiled over at me and I gave her a blank stare, my lips turning down. 

“What happened?” she asked softly. 

“He’s done it again!” I tossed my hands up. “He was all ‘you should come shower with me, I know you want to see me naked’. Isn’t he the one who keeps insisting we should just be friends?” 

“He’s an idiot.” She rolled her eyes. “I hate that he keeps doing this and I hate that you won’t let me talk to him about it.”

“I don’t want to come between you and an old friend, El.” I shook my head. “He’ll grow up eventually, I guess. If he doesn’t, I guess I’ll have to start moving on.”

“I think you two would be so perfect for each other, babe.” She sighed. “I don’t know what his deal is!”

“Has Louis said anything?” I ask softly. “I don’t want to pry but-”

“Not a word.” She said, her sympathetic grin causing my heart to sink. “He spends all of his time with you and we both know that he’s into you, but something is holding him back.”

“Yeah.” I grimaced. “I like him so much, El.”

“I know.” She frowned. “I wish I could smack some sense into that thick skull of his. I mean, men can be so daft and then they say we’re the complicated ones!”

“I know!” I exclaimed. “Anyways, you and Lou are still coming to lunch with us, right?”

“Yeah.” She nodded. “Louis is dying for a turkey apple sandwich.”

“That does sound good.” I hummed out. “I was thinking about soup, though, it’s freezing out here.”

“Oh, soup.” She groaned out. “That’s perfect,”

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Harry’s Pov

I wrapped my towel around my waist, letting out a heavy sigh as I turned the faucet off. 

I hated what I was doing to Piper. 

My sweet pea.

I couldn’t help but rile her up like that, watching her face flush red as I whispered in her ear. 

Part of me was certain that I was riling her up so that she would make the first move. If that was the case, maybe Louis would realize that our feelings for each other were real. 

“Mate,” Louis said. “What was that on the field?” 

“What do you mean?” I asked, my brows furrowing as I walked up to my locker. “We won, Lou.”

“I meant when you were chasing Piper.” He said. “That was flirting, Harry.”

I snapped my mouth shut. 

If he heard the things that passed between Piper and I when we were alone, he’d be livid. 

It was borderline verbal sex with us sometimes, the tension so thick that it had her clamping her legs shut and me shifting in my seat. 

“Was just teasing her, Lou.” I rolled my eyes. “You’re not getting onto Niall for picking her up and kissing her face.”

“Niall means no harm.”

“And neither do I.” I shot him a glare. “Mind your mouth.”

“Why her, Harry?” He sighed. “You could have any bird or lad on campus and you want her, why?”

“Because she’s Piper.” I turned towards him. “She’s the one that I want, okay. I can’t tell you why I think about her every moment of the day or why I want to be with her, I just do. I want to be there for her and you’re stupid fucking fear for Eleanor is standing in my way.”

“You can do what you want.” Louis’ jaw tensed. “M’not standing in your fookin’ way, mate.”

“But you are!” I shouted. “You are because you know that I would never do anything to hurt you or El because you’re family to me. You asked me not to do something and I’m being respectful of that because I respect you. I can’t say that you respect me though, because you would never ask this of me if you did. Can’t you see that this is killing me?”

Louis let out a frustrated huff as I turned back to my locker. 

I grabbed my clothes, angrily pulling them on before I ran my towel over the wet strands of my hair. Piper would be pissed to see me pulling at my curls instead of properly scrunching them up with a soft t-shirt, but I couldn’t be arsed to care about that right now. I slammed my locker shut, hiking my bag onto my shoulder before I stormed out of the locker room. When I walked out onto the field, Eleanor and Piper were whispering amongst themselves. 

“I just don’t get it.” Piper let out a sad sigh. “I want-”

“I know, babe!” Eleanor interrupted her with a chipper voice, pressing her hand to Piper’s bicep with a wide smile. “I wish they still had pumpkin spice too, I already miss it.”

“You women and your pumpkin spice.” I grumbled, pressing my hand to Piper’s hip before I leaned down to kiss her cheek. “Know you miss it, Pea, but it’s peppermint season now.”

“You’re right.” She gave me a playful pout. “I guess I can survive with that for now.”

“Thatta girl.” I chuckled, pulling my hand back as she reached up to touch my hair. “What?”

“You didn’t scrunch your hair properly, H.” She sighed. “I’ve told you to take better care of these curls! They’re going to be frizzy when they dry.”

I licked over my bottom lip, resisting the urge to lean down and kiss the pout off of her lips. 

“Sweet Pea, I’m sorry.” I said softly. “I was in a little bit of a rush, yeah? Wanted to get my favorite girls to lunch.”

“In that case, I guess I can forgive you.” She mumbled. 

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Piper’s POV 

I sipped at my peppermint latte as Harry tossed a french fry into his mouth. 

“So when are you all flying home?” I asked. “Only a few weeks left until Christmas and exams are almost over.”

“El and I are flying out next Friday.” Louis said, smiling over at his girlfriend. “I’m excited to see me Mum and sisters.”

“Me too.” Eleanor nodded. “Missed them all.”

“What about you, H?” I asked. 

“I decided to stay.” He shrugged. “I don’t want to disrupt my schedule mid year, you know? It’ll be hard for me to get back into things come January if I spend an entire three weeks vegging out with Mum and Gem.”

“Oh.” I said softly, my face falling as he cleared his throat. 

He was avoiding something and he was sad about it. 

“I’m not going home either.” I said softly. “Too expensive to fly around the holiday’s, you know? Don’t make nearly enough being a full time fan girl for the footie team.”

“Tell me about it.” Eleanor rolled her eyes playfully. “Who do I talk to about getting that raise I was promised.”

“Oh, you get plenty as it is.” Louis leaned forward, capturing her lips. “Pay you in love and other things.”

Harry let out a frustrated sigh, standing up from the table. 

“I’ve gotta go.” He pulled his wallet out, tossing twenty five dollars onto the table. “S’enough for both of us and the tip, Pea. I’ll see you later in Mcgregor Hall for our study session.”

“H-”

“Bye.” He leaned over, pressing a sloppy kiss to my forehead before doing the same to El. 

I watched him storm out with a confused look on my face. 

“Should I not have asked about Christmas?” I looked at Eleanor with soft eyes. “I can’t….El, I can’t do this anymore.”

“Babe, it’s gonna be fine.” She said softly. “He’s just a bit moody today, isn’t he? Misses his Mum a whole lot, it has nothing to do with you.” 

“What are you two on about?” Louis asked, glancing between us. “Is something going on between you and Harry?”

“No.” I shook my head. “That’s the problem.”

“They have this chemistry and Piper really likes Harry, but he told her that being friend’s was their best option.” Eleanor explained softly. “Sometimes he’s sweet on her though and it makes her sad because she wants him.”

“El.” I mumbled, my cheeks growing warm. “He doesn’t need all of the details.”

“You like that miserable sod?” Louis asked. “You’re not worried about a relationship with him ruining your friendship?” 

“Not really.” I shook my head at Louis. “Harry and I will always be friends.” 

“No, I mean,” Louis sighed. “You’re not worried about it ruining you and Eleanor’s friendship?”

“No.” I said slowly. “What are you talking about?”

“I feel like if you and Harry were to break up, you wouldn’t want to be friends with El because he’s always around.” Louis said softly. “Wouldn’t that be hard?”

“For a bit, yeah.” I shrugged. “We’re both mature, though. I think we could work through any differences and remain friends.”

“Why are you being so nosy?” Eleanor narrowed her eyes, looking at Louis. “What have you done?”

“Nothin’!” Louis exclaimed. “I’ve not done anythin’.”

“Louis!” She cried out. “You’re lying to me.”

“M’not.” He fidgeted in his seat, avoiding her gaze. “Swear I meant well.”

“Louis, what did you do?” I asked softly, my heart dropping as he avoided my gaze. “What did you do?”

“I didn’t do anything, I just…” He licked over his bottom lip, looking between Eleanor and I with wide eyes. “I just asked him to consider your friendship with Eleanor before making any moves on you. I didn’t want to see her lose her best friend, you know?”

“You’re a sodding prick, Louis Tomlinson.” Eleanor snapped. “You knew that Harry would respect that if you asked. He thinks of you as a brother and he would do anything for you.”

“I have to go.” I grabbed my bag and my coat. “I have to find Harry.”

“Go on,” Eleanor said. “I’ve got a very naughty boyfriend to deal with.”

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The first place I ran to was the frat house. 

Harry wasn’t there and Niall hadn’t seen him at all. 

The second place I ran was the park on the far end of campus that we often spent weekends at.

He wasn’t there either. 

When I finally found him, I was only a little shocked. 

“You just played a match, mate.” I let out a relieved sigh when he snapped his head up, his eyes softening when he saw me. “What are you doing out here?”

“Just needed to clear my head.” He said as I walked closer. “Why are you here?”

“I had to see you.” I took a deep breath, swiping the ball from between Harry’s feet with a swift kick. It landed in the goal and Harry let out an amused, but breathy chuckle. “I’m getting good.”

“You’ve got a good teacher.” He snorted out a laugh. “Everything okay, sweet pea?”

“No.” I said. “You see, I’ve got this friend and he’s having some girl trouble.”

“Oh, yeah?” He asked. “What’s his deal?”

“He really likes this girl and he flirts with her all the time, but he hasn’t made a move.” I shrugged, glancing up at Harry. “There’s this other friend of theirs that asked an impossible favor of him and he’s being loyal, which I admit is admirable, but a little daft, as you would say.”

Harry’s Adam's apple bobbed up and down softly and he looked over my head. 

“He does sound quite daft, doesn’t he?” He let out a soft laugh, closing his eyes. “Piper-”

“It makes me love him more though.” I said softly. “The fact that he’s putting aside his feelings because he’s that loyal to the people he loves. It’s stupid, but really sweet.”

“You think so?” He asked, his eyes a little watery as he looked down at me. 

“I do.” I nodded. “Why didn’t you talk to me about this, Harry? We share everything with each other and-”

“This was the one thing I couldn’t tell you, pea.” He said softly. “I never wanted to hurt you and...I knew that this would.  I didn’t want you to feel like I was choosing something over you, because that isn’t the case.” 

“Harry, it’s okay.” I said softly. “I would have understood and I also would have had a very long talk with Louis about minding his own business, darling. You’re free to be with whoever you want and no one can tell you otherwise.”

“What if I want to be with my beautiful best friend, pea?” He reached up, brushing his thumb over my chin. “What if I want to be with the girl that stole my heart the moment I saw her?”

“Then make a fucking move, Styles.” I let out a breathy laugh as he leaned closer. “She won’t wait around forever. She’s a fucking catch and-”

Harry’s lips pressed into mine, cold and wet and perfect. 

I pressed my fingers into his shoulders, gripping his coat tightly with glove covered fingers. 

He tilted his head slightly, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of my lips. 

“You’re perfect, Piper.” His breath washed over my lips as I shuffled closer, desperately seeking his body heat. “I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t apologize.” I said. “Just be with me, H. Be mine.”

“I’ve always been yours, Piper.” He brushed the tip of his nose over mine. “Always will be.”

When Harry’s lips pressed to mine again, something wet landed on my cheek. 

We both pulled back, looking up at the sky with wide smiles. 

“Snow.” I said softly. 

“Christmas miracle isn’t complete with snow, is it?” He teased, brushing his nose against mine. 

“Shut up and kiss me.” 

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Harry’s POV 

Louis looked like a child who had just been told Santa wasn’t real when Piper and I walked back into the cafe holding hands. He shot me a soft look that said ‘mate, I’m really sorry for being a dickhead’ and I gave him a tight smile in response. We still needed to have a talk about everything, but there was no use in fighting over something that was in the past now. It felt good, sitting next to Piper as her boyfriend and not just her best friend. It was sudden and my mind was still reeling, but I wouldn’t want it any other way. I walked her back to her dorm that night with a pout on my lips and our fingers tightly laced together. 

“I don’t want to say goodbye, pea.” I mumbled, my thumb brushing against her cheek softly as we stood in front of her door. “Just got you.”

“You’ve always had me.” She snorted out a soft laugh. 

“Never been able to make out with you, though.” I wiggled my brows. “Think we can finally carry through on all that sexual banter we’ve been partaking in.”

“Yeah.” She said quickly, her cheeks getting pinker. “But not tonight, H. Think we should take some time apart to think about things before we jump right in. It’s going to be a bit different now and I need to get used to the idea.” 

“Take as much time as you need.” I pressed my lips to hers in a soft kiss. “I’ll be waiting.”

I was only slightly regretting my words now. 

Everyone had left for Christmas and we had the house to ourselves. 

We were in the middle of a movie marathon in the living room, a few bottles of wine and takeout boxes scattered on the coffee table as we snuggled into each other. Piper’s head rested on my chest and her fingers rested against my stomach, slightly drumming over the bit of holiday weight I had put on over the last week or so. She looked so cute all snuggled up in my sweater and a pair of fluffy sucks, my sweatpants tucked into them carelessly. 

“You’re thinking too loud.” She whispered, lifting her head up. “What’s going on in your head, H?”

“Just thinking about how cute you are.” I smiled down at her. “You’re all snuggled up in my clothes with your pretty hair and your pretty eyes. I just can’t believe that I’m lucky enough to call you my girl.”

Her eyes searched my face as I reached up to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. 

“I want you.” She said softly. “But I’m scared.”

“I wasn’t…” I trailed off. “M’not trying to get in your pants, sweet pea. I just wanted you to know that I’m so in love with you.”

“And I’m in love with you.” She sat up. “And I would really, really like to show you how much I love you.”

“When you’re ready.” I said. “I know that you didn’t have the best first time and you’re a little nervous to dive back in, but I can wait. I want you to be one hundred percent ready when the time comes.”

She inhaled sharply before giving me a soft nod. 

“I love you.” I said, brushing my thumb over her bottom lip. “Get back over ‘ere, pea. Wanna snuggle you some more.”

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Piper’s POV 

Harry was snoring softly in my ear on the couch. 

The sun had long gone down and the credits for The Holiday were rolling on the flatscreen in Harry’s living room. With a soft groan, I flipped around in his arms, nuzzling my face into his chest as he tightened his arms around me. The scent of his cologne filled my senses, nearly lulling me back to sleep. I was moments from falling back into dreamland when I felt something firm pressing between my thighs, causing my eyes to snap open. I pulled back to look at Harry’s face, his eyes still shut as he continued to softly snore. He was still fast asleep. 

I let out a soft gasp, my walls clenching down as I shifted against his thigh. I let out a soft gasp, my fingers tightening against his sweater as I stilled my hips. I tilted my head back, looking over his face as he slept peacefully. I didn’t want to wake him, but was done waiting. I wanted him. I wanted everything with Harry and I especially wanted to indulge passion filled moments with frantic hands and desperate kisses with a christmas film playing in the background. 

“Harry.” I said his name softly, my fingers trailing up his throat to cup his cheek. “Harry, baby, wake up.”

“S’wrong?” He asked, tucking his head down. “You alright?”

“I want you.” I said it softly, my heart pounding against my chest. “I’m ready.”

“Sweet pea, s’late.” He opened his eyes. “Are you sleep talkin’?”

“No.” I shook my head. “I mean it.” 

I rolled my hips, grinding my core against his thigh to really send the message through. 

“Piper.” He gasped, his eyes wide open. “Darling, what….what’re you doing?”

“Was trying to snuggle up to you and you put your thigh between my legs, H.” I said timidly, my face heating up under his gaze. His lips were curling into a soft smile and I bit the inside of my cheek. “It felt nice.”

“S’that why you want me?” He let out a breathy laugh, shaking his head. “Needy girl.”

“Please.” I whispered. “I need you.”

“I’ve got ye’.” He leaned down, pressing a series of soft kisses to my lips. “Gonna push your pants down, okay?”

I nodded, but she shook his head. 

“If we’re doing this, I want to hear you.” He said. “I need you to say what you want.”

“Take my pants off.” I griped, tilting my head back.

“Good girl.” 

Two little words.

They sent a shockwave through my body, running straight to my core. 

I let out a soft whimper as he pushed at the waistband of my pants. 

“M’too tired to fuck you.” He said softly. “But I promise to make you feel so good, sweet pea. Gonna have you cummin’ fo’ me.”

“Please.” 

I shifted my hips as he moved the waistband of my sweats to my thighs, his hand brushing up the skin of my leg to my hip. He gave it a soft squeeze as our lips collided and I squirmed beneath him. He pulled back, brushing his nose against mine with his eyes shut tight. 

“Do you want my fingers?” He asked me softly. 

“I do.” I nodded. “My fingers are too small and I can never get the angle right when I try.”

“Fuck, pea.” He groaned, opening his eyes. “You’re killing me, my love.”

“Just want to love you.” I pouted my bottom lip out. “Wanna feel good.”

“I know, darling.” He sponged a few soft kisses over my hairline. “Let me get on my back, okay. I want you to ride my fingers.”

Harry wrapped his arms around my body, turning onto his back. I fumbled, my chest pressed tightly to his as he let one of his hands trail over my bum. I whimpered when he tucked his fingers between the crease of my bum and my thigh, brushing the pads of his fingers over my lower lips. His other hand maneuvered its way between our bodies, his thumb brushing swiftly over my clit before it dipped towards my entrance. 

“S’this okay?” He asked. “You feel comfortable?” 

“Yes.” I nodded. “I’m good.” 

He inserted his thumb, pulling it out quickly before he slipped it back up to my clit. 

He rubbed soft circles over it as his fore and middle finger brushed over my entrance in a teasing manner. 

I rolled my hips, desperate to have them inside of me. 

“Yeah, just like that.” He said gruffly. “Ride my fingers, sweet pea. Take what you want from me.”

I gasped when he pushed two fingers into me, my slick walls stretching around them as I moved my hips. I pushed down as Harry curled his fingers up, stroking over that spongy spot inside of me. I moved my hips up, his fingers sliding out slowly before I fucked back onto them. He cooed, brushing the pad of his thumb over my clit in quick circles. 

“You’re so tight, Piper.” He whispered into my hairline as I gripped onto his shoulders. “You’re clenching my fingers so tight.”

“Feels so good, Harry.” I whimpered. “Wanna cum.”

“Are you close?” He asked, a teasing lilt to his voice. “My girl is so greedy, isn’t she? Gonna cum before I properly fuck her with my fingers becuase she wants it so bad, isn’t that right?”

“Yes.” I gasped against his throat. “I need to cum, Harry. It feels so good and I can’t...I need it, baby. Please let me cum.”

“Take it.” He said, sliding his free hand up to my hip. “Take it from me, Piper. Make yourself cum for me sweet pea.”

I felt my thighs clamping as he pressed harder against my clit, my hips stilling against his hand as he stroked that spongy spot inside of me. I felt my walls clenching down around his digits, my whole body warm as my mouth fell open. It was better than any orgasm I had ever experienced on my own and it had me crying out into the skin of his neck. He brushed his hand up my back, slowly slipping my fingers out as I started to come down. 

“You’re so good.” he whispered. “That was perfect, darling. Did so well for me, didn’t you, pea?” 

“That was nice.” I mewled. “Thank you, thank you-”

“Gonna treat you so good tomorrow, darling.” He promised, a sharp edge to his voice. “Gonna spend hours with my head between those pretty thighs and then I’m gonna fuck you like you want. Gonna have you screaming for me, sweet pea.”

I whimpered into his neck, nodding. 

“I want that.” I whispered. 

My eyes felt heavy as he started to pull my pants back up. 

“I love you so much, H.” I whispered, my eyes slipping shut as he covered me up. “Love you, darling.”

“I love you more, pea.” he whispered. “Go to sleep, baby. I’ll be right here when you wake up.”

I drifted off to the sound of Harry’s voice, my face snuggling into his shirt. 

This was all I ever needed. 

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“Shall we go together?” (21/24) | A Taishirou Christmas drabble countdown

Just a little Taishirou-centric Christmas fic I’ve been meaning to write all year long, so here we are. The plan was to post 12-24 drabbles to complete telling the story and the Christmas spirit succeeded in the end.

🧡💜

Chapters: [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7] [8] [9] [10] [11] [12] [13] [14] [15] [16] [17] [18] [19] [20] [21] [22] [23] [24]

Characters: Koushirou Izumi, Tentomon (mentions of other Chosen Children)

Main POV: Koushirou Izumi

Genre: Friendship & romance

Rating: K

Wordcount: 738

December 25th, 00:50 AM

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 “Koushirou-han?”

 Tentomon apprehensively eyed his partner while he was slowly getting ready for bed, putting on his night clothing. Upon having enjoyed the delicious food during their dinner out, Motimon had managed to evolve again and overall, it had been an enjoyable evening with a gentle atmosphere.

 Koushirou had needed the loving embrace of spending time with his family. Focusing on their own Christmas tradition, it had been cheerful enough to keep himself distracted from overthinking everything that had happened this day.

 That was until they had gotten home again and a text message from Sora had pulled him right back into reality.

 “I hope everything went well on your way home. 😊“

 “You know I have to bring this up now, but I really think you startled Taichi-han a little too much out there.”

 Hearing that, Koushirou couldn’t help but to sigh out loud.

 “I did, didn’t I?”, he murmured in a defeated tone before laying down on his bed, facing the ceiling. His tablet was lying next to him – he had contemplated booting up his main computer, as he assumed there wouldn’t be any use in even trying to get any sleep tonight, but he had promised his mother to take care of himself. So the tablet had to do to keep him occupied.

 Kae had obviously seen the news – and knew how his Digimon partner looked in his evolved state, so both her and Masami were aware that their son had once again contributed to saving the city.

 Or at least saving something.

 “I still don’t fully understand why this is such a big deal”, Tentomon made an exasperated noise, curling himself together on the bed as well, attracting his partner’s attention. “Why couldn’t ya have made him open the present right there and then?”

 Thinking back on it, replaying the scene over and over again, Koushirou definitely would have described Taichi’s reaction to his sudden present exchange as ‘startled’. No matter how often he repeated the scenario in his head, he was certain that Taichi must have taken it the wrong way – as much as he was certain that Taichi had thrown his entire heart at him, expecting him to catch it. And since he didn’t do it immediately, he couldn’t even blame him for the hasty departure. He himself had basically triggered that by acting as if a bee had stung him…

 “It didn’t seem to be the appropriate moment”, he simply replied, ignoring the slightly painful throbbing in his chest while returning Tentomon’s gaze. He wasn’t exactly the most superstitious person – in fact, he wasn’t superstitious at all –, but there was indeed something inside him that had insisted for it to actually be Christmas Day before they’d all open their presents.

 “Appropriate moment?”, Tentomon repeated, head tilted. “Ah, because you still don’t feel prepared…?”

 Looking back at the ceiling, Koushirou wondered when Sora had gotten home herself – and whether it had been her initial plan to spend more time with Yamato previously, so she had deliberately stayed behind to leave him and Taichi alone.

 He meant to ask her as soon as the opportunity would come up. But first, he needed to safely pick up Taichi’s – probably – wounded heart.

 “No, I’d say I was prepared.”

 The second he had noticed Taichi’s hand approaching him, he had almost intuitively wanted to lean in. Never ever in his life had he longed, craved for physical touch as much as he had done in this very moment.

 “Maybe it were my feelings for you causing it all. You know… My feelings of love.”

 Almost as if someone had punched him in the face, his head had stepped up before his heart could have taken over completely though.

  “But… I believe that’s exactly why I had to stop myself”, he eventually whispered, before switching off his room lamp, the only light source now being the display of his tablet.

 “Eh?”

 Koushirou’s glance shifted to his desk, knowing that a bag of cookies would be waiting for him in the morning. Even if he couldn’t see it in the dark, its presence was positively overwhelming.

 His own heart was overflowing with affection, adoration, thankfulness and an icky glimpse of guilt.

 He knew what he wanted. He knew he had to take this chance. Even if that meant waiting an – agonizingly long – bit longer.

 “To see if I’ll still feel prepared tomorrow.”

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Scripted: Part 20

Namjoon x Reader; Jimin x Reader

Genre: Angst, fluff, President!Namjoon, Head of Security!Jimin

Warnings: (Reluctant) open relationship, mentions of cheating, protected sex

Author’s Note: This chapter feels a little off to me, but I’m sure that’s just because I wasn’t in the best mind frame writing it. If it seems like that to you guys though, charge it to my head and not my heart. Hope you all enjoy it!

Two Months Later / Your POV

A month had passed since Jimin walked away from you, and you missed him so fucking much. You had tried calling and texting him, only to find that he ended up changing his number. You even managed to stop by his apartment, only to find that he had moved out. 

It hurt especially bad given the fact that you were going to tell him that you were definitely leaving Namjoon and that you wanted to be with him when he left, consequences be damned. You felt so fucking guilty, because it felt like you were too late and you lost him all because you weren’t willing to let Namjoon go.

Speaking of Namjoon, he had still been consistent in his attempt to win you back and knowing that Jimin had turned in his resignation, it was like he was trying that much harder. You had to admit, having your “old” Namjoon back was nice and you hadn’t realized exactly how much you missed him. 

“Hey stranger,” Namjoon smiled as he popped his head into your office, and you looked up from the computer monitor to smile back at him. 

“Hi yourself,” you giggled as you watched him slowly walk into the room. “Except why the stranger? We literally had lunch together a few hours ago.”

“Because I missed you,” he smirked as he leaned against your desk and you rolled your eyes playfully. 

“Real smooth Mr. President,” you laughed. 

“What are you up to?” Namjoon wondered.

“Just finishing this statement about donations for the children’s hospital,” you told him. “Since I really don’t feel comfortable rescheduling another benefit, I’m just gonna release a statement about where people can direct monetary donations on their own or about donating their time.”

“That’s nice of you,” Namjoon nodded.

“Well, despite the fuck all of everything that happened that night, I don’t wanna leave Sooyoung and those kids and their families hanging,” you sighed. “Especially given how cool Sooyoung has been about everything that happened.”

‘True,” Namjoon agreed and you looked away from the monitor again to look up at him.

“I have a really important question for you though,” you said and Namjoon’s eyebrow rose. “Are you ready for tonight?” 

“I’ve told you, I’m more than ready,” Namjoon chuckled. Tonight, you and Namjoon were attending his first public event since the shooting, and you were more than a little nervous about it. Up to this point, you had been attending events for him, making speeches on his behalf and representing the Blue House. However, Namjoon had decided that after three months, it was time for him to get back to work and you were not looking forward to it at all.

“You sure you don’t wanna just stay home tonight?” You checked and he shook his head, which made you sigh heavily. Seeing your facial expression, he reached down and grabbed your hands, holding them in his as he looked into your eyes.

“Everything will be fine, alright?” He assured you and you just looked at him blankly, which made him huff and change his tactic. “Ok, remember how the therapist said we need to start trusting each other more? Well, I need you to trust me when I say that I’m ready to do this.”

“You know, this is exactly why I didn’t want to go to couples’ therapy in the first place, because I didn’t want you throwing the advice in my face at moments like this,” you giggled, making Namjoon smile. “I just want you to be safe Joon.”

“I know, but I can’t stay holed up here,” he said, gesturing around the room with his head. “I’m the President and I have obligations and responsibilities.”

“Tell me about it,” you muttered. “Well, if this is what you want to do, I’ll be right there with you.”

“I’m glad,” Namjoon smiled, pulling your hands up to his mouth and pressing gentle kisses to the backs of your hands. 

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After you and Namjoon changed into more formal clothing, you both got into your limousine and headed off to a banquet hall, where a dinner for people who have made notable contributions to South Korea was being held. 

Getting out of the limousine and walking into the banquet hall was the longest walk of your life, because you held your breath the entire time. Luckily though, nothing happened and the only sound that you could hear was the thunderous applause that was given to Namjoon as you escorted him into the large ballroom. 

Throughout the dinner, Namjoon kept his hand on your thigh the entire time, gently squeezing it in order to reassure you that he was ok. Once it came time for him to give his speech, you once again held your breath as you watched him deliver it flawlessly, watching for any sign that his breathing may be bothering him. However, he was completely fine and he didn’t hesitate to tell you as much as the two of you spun around the dance floor. 

“Told you so,” he smirked and you had to resist the urge to roll your eyes in front of all the people that were watching the two of you. 

“Excuse me for being worried about you, you jerk,” you scoffed, although the smile on your face showed that you weren’t really annoyed. “I just want to make sure that you’re doing ok and not pushing yourself.”

“I’m so lucky that you’re still around,” he murmured and you raised your eyebrow in confusion. “After everything that’s happened, after everything that I’ve done, I’m surprised that you didn’t leave.”

“Me too,” you admitted. “I...I was gonna leave.”

“Why didn’t you?” He wondered. 

“Because sometimes, the alternative doesn’t turn out to be what you thought it was gonna be,” you told him as you looked up at him. “And after going to counseling with you and thinking it over, I hurt you too and if you can still try after all of that, then I can too.”

“That’s all I can ask for,” he smiled, leaning down and nuzzling his nose against yours. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” you whispered quietly and you held onto him a little tighter as the two of you continued to dance together.

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“Please,” you whispered, wrapping your arms around Namjoon’s neck as he thrusted into you. 

“Shh, I got you baby,” he shushed you, turning his head and sucking a hickey onto the skin of your neck. After the little conversation that the two of you had while dancing (and two more glasses of champagne), you were feeling particularly vulnerable and that’s how the two of you ended up in bed together. Namjoon had tried to convince you that maybe it wasn’t a good idea, since you two were still in the trenches of intense couples’ therapy, but he wasn’t able to resist your pout and the open mouthed kisses that you left on his neck. 

“Feels so good,” you moaned out. “Missed this, missed you.”

“And I missed you,” he replied and when he lifted his head from your neck, you were surprised to see that his eyes were wet with tears. 

“Why are you crying?” You whispered, reaching up and wiping his eyes for him. 

“Because I’m fucking terrible,” he muttered. “I let my dad get into my head and convince me that acting like him was normal or ok, and I let it mess up my relationship with you and I’m so sorry.”

“Joon,” you cooed, leaning up and kissing him firmly. “You’re trying and that’s a good start. The therapist said so, remember?”

“God, don’t bring up Dr. Chan during sex Y/N-ah,” he chuckled, which made you giggle. “I love you Y/N-ah, always.”

“I love you too,” you whispered. “Now, please make me come.”

“My pleasure,” He smirked, moving his knees so that he was steady above you before refocusing his thrusts. The force behind them made your body rock up the length of the bed, your back arching as he fucked you hard and fast.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come,” you whimpered, biting your lip harshly as you felt your orgasm wash over your body. Namjoon groaned at the feeling of your pussy convulsing around him and the feeling only pushed him over the edge as well, causing him to spill into the condom that he had on. 

“Holy shit,” He gasped, sitting up and sitting back on his heels, gently pulling out of you and pulling the used condom off of his length. “I forgot how hard you make me come.”

“Same,” you chuckled, your chest moving up and down rapidly as you tried to get your breathing back under control. Namjoon crawled over to his side of the bed, throwing the condom in the small trashcan that was next to the bed before he laid down, opening his arms. You slid closer to him, turning your back to him as he snuggled up to you. 

“Good night Y/N-ah,” Namjoon whispered into your ear, pressing a gentle kiss below your ear afterwards.

“Good night,” you replied. Namjoon had no problem drifting off to sleep after that, his even breathing apparent in your ear. You, however, couldn’t get to sleep. As you laid there, wrapped up in Namjoon’s arms, a tear slid down your face because you were once again hit with the realization that you had been trying to ignore for the last two months: you missed Park Jimin, and you missed him like hell. 

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Jimin’s POV

“You’re a god damn idiot,” Jihyun spat and Jimin’s eyes narrowed as he looked at his younger brother. 

“Jihyun, stop,” Eun Jung whispered to her husband but he just ignored her. 

“You must be absolutely dense in the head to seriously think that you can just walk away from her like that,” Jihyun yelled and that’s when Jimin lost it.

“Well, I guess I am dense then because I had to!” Jimin shot back. “We never had a chance and there was no point in me sticking around! As my brother, I’d think you’d understand that!”

“As your brother, I understand that you were happier with her than you’ve been in the entire last few years! Excuse me for seeing that and wanting it to continue!”

“She’s married!”

“You knew that when you fell in love with her, so don’t act like it’s such a handicap for you now,” Jihyun scoffed. “She may be married, but you love her and she loves you. To me, that should be more than enough for you to go back and fight for her!”

“I can’t keep fighting a losing fight!” Jimin groaned. “You wouldn’t understand!”

“You know, you’re right,” Jihyun shrugged. “I wouldn’t understand, but I do know that I wouldn’t just be a coward and run away with my tail between my legs!”

“Jihyun,” Eun Jung spoke up a little more firmly this time, and Jihyun looked over at her. “Why don’t you go check on Hana in the back while I talk to Jimin?”

“Alright, because I’m gonna have a damn heart attack trying to talk some sense into this idiot and I’m the younger sibling,” Jihyun grumbled, turning around and storming towards the back of the restaurant. Eun Jung sighed heavily before sliding into the booth next to Jimin, giving him a small smile. 

“Don’t worry, I’m not gonna go all crazy like my husband,” Eun Jung chuckled.

“Insane would be a better word to describe him,” Jimin huffed, rolling his eyes. A few moments of silence passed between the two of them before Eun Jung spoke up again.

“Do you miss her?” She asked and Jimin sighed.

“Every day. All day,” he answered. “Besides the whole being in love with her thing, she was such an amazing person and friend and my days feel so empty now.”

“You’re talking about her as if she’s dead,” Eun Jung pointed out. 

“I have to,” Jimin shrugged. “It makes it easier.”

“Easier than just going back to her and telling her that you made a mistake by leaving?” 

“Way easier,” Jimin chuckled ruefully before looking over at her. “I had to leave Eun Jung. It was for the best.”

“You know what, I believe you when you say that,” Eun Jung nodded. “But not for the reasons you’ve said.”

“What?” He asked and Eun Jung smiled softly. 

“You left her because you didn’t want her to leave you first,” Eun Jung said. “You didn’t want her to leave you like Hyeri did.”

“I-I, that’s not,-” Jimin stammered but Eun Jung just shook her head.

“Jimin,” she called firmly and he instantly shut his mouth. “It’s ok that you were scared. Hell, after how Hyeri left you, I’d be terrified too.”

“I’m not,” Jimin mumbled and an raise eyebrow from Eun Jung had him sighing before holding up his hands in mock surrender. “Ok, I am. I could just see her dong the same thing as Hyeri because I’m not good enough.”

“Jimin, don’t say that,” Eun Jung scolded gently, reaching over and grabbing Jimin’s hands in hers. “You are good enough. Hell, you’re more than good enough.”

“That’s not what Hyeri said when she left.”

“Ok, I’m sorry but Hyeri was a huge bitch and you shouldn’t have been with her anyways,” Eun Jung huffed and Jimin’s eyes widened in surprise. “Jihyun and I just never said anything because we knew how you felt about her.”

“Well then,” Jimin laughed. “You’re right though, she was a bitch.”

“Exactly,” Eun Jung nodded. “So you shouldn’t believe anything that she might’ve said to you. You’re kind, you’re caring, and you love so strongly.”

“Just for the wrong people sometimes,” Jimin added, making Eun Jung frown. 

“You don’t know that,” she tsked. “You would’ve found out though if you stuck around there instead of running.”

“I couldn’t,” Jimin whispered. “I would’ve rather left than to have every memory with her shattered.”

“I get it,” Eun Jung smiled gently. “You can do whatever you want Jimin, we just want you to be happy.”

“And I will be,” he assured her, tightening his hand around hers. “Eventually.”

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[baubuttercup]

Mini Garcia pt2 /Spencer Reid

Summary: It’s been 2 months since reader started her job at the BAU alongside Garcia. Will a certain someone finally ask her out on a date? 

Spencer x Reader

Warning: Fluff/none

A/N: I haven’t fully edited it but hope you enjoy it :)

Y/N POV

Its been about 2 months since i started interning at the BAU alongside Penelope as her Junior Tech Analyst. I absolutely love every moment of this job and everyone here had become my family. From our first encounter Spencer and I hit it off really well, we came to find out that we had so much in common from the genius writing of Edgar Allan Poe to the newest episode of Dr Who it was like we were the same person. I have to admit i do have a slight...okay maybe large crush on him but i mean who wouldn't the man is a genius, kind hearted and very easy on the eyes. I was patiently waiting for Penelope to come into work, it was currently 9am and i still hadn't heard or seen here anywhere. Usually she is the first one here around 8-8:30am. I make my way out of the bat cave and up towards Hotch's office to see if he has heard anything from her. I knock on the door seeing him looking intensely at a case file, he looks up at me with a welcoming smile to come in. "Hi Sir, i was just wondering if you had heard or seen Garcia today, it doesn't seem like she's here" he closes the case file standing up "Garcia is feeling under the weather so she is going to take some time off, have you by any chance taken a look at the LA case file" I slowly begin to walk out with Hotch going towards the conference room "Yes, me and Penelope researched that file last Friday" he hands me a case file "Good because you are going to be our full time Tech Analyst whilst Garcia is sick, your first task is to brief the team" my stomach drops at the words he just said, i can't do this, i'm completely incapable of doing this without Penelope. Just as I entered the conference room I receive a text

Queen Penelope: "Hi my beautiful little Einstein, as Hotch probably filled you in i am sick and wont be coming in for a couple of day, so you are going to have to be Super Y/L and do what i know you do best. I believe in you, just remember everything i told you and you will do perfectly fine. Message me if you need anything my little sweet sugar plum. Queen Oracle Out!

  Receiving that text from Garcia did surprisingly calm my nerves. I open the case file to to refresh my memory as walked up to the plasma screen while everyone else was gathering in "Y/N will be filling in for Garcia as she is sick so all information is to be run through her on this case" Hotch looked up at me "Whenever your ready" I look over to see Spencer staring at me then mouthed "you got this" while sticking his thumbs up. The reassurance from him and Garcia sure did the trick cause my nerves were practically gone.  I grab the remote displaying the images of the victims while handing out the case files to the agents" Okay, latest victim is Tara Farris, 20, she is the third victim in two weeks all found in a freeway off-ramp by commuters, there were  no signs of sexual assault on any of the victims, but all the victims were severely hypovolemic, Tara had less than a pint of blood in her..."  

-- After briefing the team on the LA vampire case, i came back to the bat cave to make sure all the systems were working fine and ready to go. I began researching into the victimology to see if i could find any connection between them. a sudden knock on the door made me spine my chair around "Hey I just wanted to say you done great in there and thought you might need a little 'pick me up' so here is a coffee and bagel" I stare straight ahead at the pretty boy placing the drink and food on my table, my heart melted at how cute that little gesture was "Reid thats so sweet, thank you, i did need this, so you just made my morning"  i couldn't contain the smile on my face, i was just so taken back at how adorable he was "u-m i actually wanted to ask you u-m, ah u-m by any chance um...do you have an extra copy of the victims forensic report, i didn't seem to get one in my case file" I was a little disappointed as i genuinely thought he was about to ask me out, guess i really am in over my head. "Yeah sure no worries, here, Garcia and i always make extra copies of all the reports" he was about to say something before Morgan stormed in "Reid lets go, Hotch wants us on the plane" Reid looks at me and smiles waving goodbye. I turn back to the computer refocusing my attention on the victimology.

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REID'S POV I was so close, all i had to do was say 6 words, 6 words and i might have a chance "Will you go out with me" but no i'm such a coward "Reid its been two months already, are you ever planning on asking her out" I turn back to her office to make sure she didn't hear what Morgan just said as we were only a few feet away "lower your voice she could hear you, and what makes you think i like her" Derek looked at the clueless boy with an ‘are you serious expression’ "Reid you can't go five minutes without talking about here, god damn when we are on a case you don't shut up about the things she does, then when you are in her presence you stutter and continuously stare at her. Reid you just bought her coffee and a bagel for christ sake. If i were you i would swoop in before another guy comes along and take your shot" the last sentence made my blood boil. Knowing she isn't mine and she can very well be with anyone else hurts me "Morgan even if i did like her, i'm me , Reid remember, boy genius who doesn't shut up about statistics, what makes you think a girl like that would go for someone like me" Morgan stops in his tracks to confront him about what he just said "Reid i'd be damned if that girl in there doesn't like you. You two talk constantly, she blushes whenever she is in your presence and for your information Garcia might have slipped and told me that Y/N thinks your cute" she what, there is no way, me, the person who's hair is too long, tie always perpetually crooked and not to mention the darkened circles under my eyes from lack of sleep. She thinks i'm cute.  

Y/N POV "Y/N you in yet" JJ said over video call, i was currently trying to hack into Tara's computer. I think to myself, if i was a vampire lover what would i put my password as, then it hits me "that was fast Y/N" i smile to myself "Password was Cullen" I see Reid enter next to JJ staring at the computer screen "Colon?" i laugh a little too loud at his question "No Reid, Cullen, the vampire family from Twilight" He looks at me with confusion "Whats Twilight?" I am taken back by how clueless he "Reid you do realise i'm going to force you to watch all the movies now right" Reid looked a bit scared but chuckled a little -- The case went for two day and let me tell you those were the most tiring two days ever. I mentally make note to appreciate Garcia more cause this job is not easy at all. The team had just arrived back so i decided to go greet them at the elevator as Garcia usually does. The elevator doors open and the first person i see is Reid, his eyes were on the the floor and when he looked up they met mine. An instant smile appeared on his face as he came over an hugged me. I was a little shocked as this was our first hug encounter. He was so soft and gentle, i could have stay like that forever "Hey Y/N, i told you you would do great, how did you find it without Garcia" I looked into his chocolate brown eyes completely entranced "It was an experience and a very educational one, but i do prefer her with me, adds to the excitement" Morgan walked past smiling at me telling me i had done a good job. Just as he was about to leave i saw him nudge Reid and whisper "do it now pretty boy" Reid blushed a little noticing that i had noticed their encounter. "U-m, Y/L, i mean Y/N, I was ah wondering if ah- " i smirk to myself excited about where this is headed "what is it Reid, do you need another copy of the forensic report" i giggle winking at him, he laughed and continue "ha no um i'm sorry about that, what i wanted to ask you was if you would like to go to this Edgar Allan Poe reading at Georgetown, you know like a date...with me" I couldn't contain my smile at all, his attempt at asking me out was so cute i couldn't hold it back "Of course i will Reid, i'd love to go on a date with you" we both smile at each other before parting. i go back to the bat cave to gather my things and as i walking out i saw from the corner of my eye an excited Reid telling Morgan that i said yes to go on a date with him. Here i was thinking he couldn't get any cute. 

[i-write-newsies]

(A/N): I decided to do some really simple and classic fluff after all the stuff in the last Oneshot. Hopefully, this one won't take me a literal MONTH. Hope y'all like it!! <33

AUs:

- Modern

- Coffee Shop

- College

Jack POV:

Jack is a hopeless romantic. A hidden one for the most part, but a hopeless romantic nonetheless.

Truth be told, he's never been in too many relationships, at least not ones that lasted long. He's liked a few girls before, boys too, and even dated a few. But they lasted 3 months, tops. His record for the quickest breakup was after 5 hours when the person found another person to dote on.

Despite bad experiences like that, Jack remains infatuated with love and the idea of soulmates. He listens to romantic songs on repeat, would always be ready to lend you a romcom, and daydreams about perfect dates with some fill-in-the-blank person when he's supposed to be studying Art History.

But lately, that blank template has been gaining more qualities of a certain boy from school. A certain boy with dark brown curly hair, with an adorable hooked nose, with olive-green eyes and a shy smile.

The moment his mind finally puts the pieces of the person together, he shoots up from laying down in his bed. He quickly pauses the music and struggles to unlock his phone out of a mix of confusion and excitement.

He scrolls through his contacts to the K section, clicking on Katherine's contact and pressing the facetime button. "Pick up, Kath..." he nervously mutters.

Suddenly, her face appears on the screen, "Hey, Jack! What's up?" she then notices the half vacant, half nervous expression his face is showing.

"You doin' okay?" Kath asks, brows furrowed.

"Huh? Yeah! I uhhhh..." Kath waits patiently, knowing his ADHD makes him lose his train of thought all too easily.

"Right! So, you're the only one who knows about me bein' kind of a hopeless romantic..." Jack looks down slightly, and Katherine giggles, knowing his embarrassment around loving love.

"What? Does big ole Jack Kelly have a crush?"

"I don't know!" he gives an exasperated sigh, "Maybe!"

"Okay, okay, calm down cowboy. Now which lucky person has caught your eye this time?" Jack mutters something incoherent below his breath. "What? I can't hear ya."

"Davey Jacobs."

Davey POV:

Davey sighs, taking a look at his computer.

A 2000 word essay on a topic of his choice for History due in 1 month. He knows how much time he has to finish this, and he knows that he could wait until a week until it's due to start it and still finish it on time perfectly, but no matter the assignment, there would always be a thought gnawing at the back of his brain telling him he NEEDS to get it done right now. And so he does. But he knows he needs coffee to do so.

Davey carefully slips his computer into his crammed backpack, as well as his wallet. He plans on going to his favorite cafe. The coffee there tastes like shit (though he would never admit it), but he knows the staff, and some of the baristas even attend his school. There was one that stood out to him, a certain Jack Kelly

Davey isn't sure what's so interesting about the creative student. It could be his heavy 'Hatten accent, or maybe it's his enthusiastic puppy dog energy about anything. It's kind of... adorable, I guess. He looks down at the ground while walking, trying his best to hide his red face. Davey doesn't swear much, but fuuuuuck.

He likes Jack Kelly. Jack Kelly of all people. The guy who accidentally SHARPENED HIS FINGER IN A PENCIL SHARPENER ONCE. Davey sighs, Jack may be an idiot, but no one can deny that it's charming in a way. He has tons of golden retriever energy.

Davey doesn't know what to do.

He sits down in a corner booth to avoid as much human contact as possible. He opens up his laptop and opens the tabs needed for his project. He slips on a pair of noise-cancelling headphones and attempts to block out the thoughts of Jack Kelly. The essay is number one priority right now. Suddenly, Davey sees a looming figure out of the corner of his eye. He snaps his neck up to see...

Oh no.

Fudge.

"What can I get for ya, darlin'"

Jack POV:

Davey's face heats up. I don't really consider this a win, considering that's the way most people react when I call them darling. What can I say? It's a habit of mine.

"U-uhm..maybe-" he stutters quietly.

I speak up to help him out a bit, "I've seen you here before. You always order the hot chocolate with 2 pumps of espresso, right?" He squeaks out a yes.

"Comin right up, doll" his face lights up a bright red again.

Shit. Did I mess it up? Is he uncomfortable with those terms? I come from southern roots, which has pros and cons. The pros are: I'm really resilient, my tea is sweetened to PERFECTION, and I can smell when it's going to rain. Cons: The situation that just unfolded.

As I enter the kitchen area, I sigh. I come on way too strong. I quickly make Davey's order, after all, I did memorize it. I look at the plain hot chocolate. Needs a little something. He seems like the spicy sweet kinda guy, so I carefully add a good amount of whipped cream, and sprinkle some cinnamon on top. I really shouldn't be bringing favoritism into my work, but Dave should be an exception.

Being careful not to spill my masterpiece built out of hot chocolate and whipped cream, I bring it to Davey, who seems very deep in thought, staring at his computer. Trying not to disturb him, I set the drink gently down, then I lift one of his headphones.

"Whatcha doin' Dave?"

He jumps, turning red once AGAIN. "Jesus Christ, bud, got some sorta skin reddening condition?"

"Wh- I- You-" He sputters before regaining his composure, "One, none of your business, two, none of your business."

I feign a wound and put my hand over my chest, "Davey Jacobs! So rude!" I put my arm over my forehead and sigh dramatically, then sneak a peek at him. He's laughing a little. I grin, so he doesn't hate me! Whew!

A few hours,10 drink orders and slightly too loud joking and laughing later, Davey's still here, working on some big project. At this point I've stopped charging him and have just been paying for them myself. I make my way to his table once more.

I notice his cup is empty, "Refill?" I ask, he nods. That's when I notice the bags under his red eyes. I walk back a bit and lean on his table. "You need to sleep, Dave." He shakes his head as a response and I sigh.

I make my way to the kitchen and decide to not add caffeine in this. He needs it. My hands go on autopilot as I start to think about him. He's just so... pretty.

I bite my lip. Should I...? Ah, fuck it, I'm almost done with my shift. I grab a scrap of paper and a pen and scrawl my number, with the message

'Call me ;P'

Beside it. I take a deep breath and carefully balance the cup all the way to Davey's corner booth. The sight is adorable. Davey is laying down on the table, asleep, head tilted to one side, face illuminated by the computer screen. I smile gently.

All I think about for the rest of the night is that sight. As I sit in bed, drawing the scene, I hear a ding from my phone. I open texts and see from an unknown number:

Hey, Jack?

It's Davey.

The student from the coffee shop.

I grin.

Hey Dave :P

I quickly change his contact to <3 Dave <3 with my recent drawing of him as the profile picture.

Before I know it, we're talking about everything. It's honestly so much easier texting than actually interacting with people. My brain decides to peace out for a long minute, and my hands automatically do the typing. Bad decision. Why? Because I barely even notice when I hit send.

Do you wanna go on a date with me? I was thinking about getting froyo, and maybe watching a cheesy romcom. Whaddya say, Dave?

I can only watch, petrified, as I see...

<3 Dave <3 is typing...

~Ω~Ω~Ω~Ω~Ω~Ω~Ω~Ω~Ω~Ω~Ω~Ω~Ω~

(A/N):

Hope y'all like this! Pt. 2 will be their date!! btw no one has really interacted or requested fanfics, so if you could vote for this or request something, that would really make me happy.

~ Race

[cuddlepilefics]

22.    Christmas Fair

Fandom: Stray Kids

Sickie: Bang Chan

Caregiver: 2racha

 Chan’s POV.:

Officially we were on break over the seasonal holidays but me being the workaholic I am, I wasn’t able to sit still and do nothing. That’s why I went to the studio to work on some new tracks. It was much more fun to compose stuff if you could just play around a bit with out the pressure of deadlines. I spent most of the day alone at the studio, losing track of time as I tried out new beats. My members were probably resting at the dorm or roaming the city. There was a small Christmas fair in the town center and my phone kept blowing up with begging texts, asking if we could all go there together. After replying that I’d love to go there tomorrow because I’m busy at the moment, I muted my phone to avoid distractions as far as possible. When I finally shut my computer off and bundled into my coat, preparing for the walk home, it was already very late in the evening. I skipped lunch and haven’t had dinner yet, so I decided to pick up a bite to eat on the walk home. I’d be passing by the fair anyways, why not get something from one of the food-stands there.

 Changbin’s POV.:

Chan had been at the studio all day. It was already getting late and one by one my members all went to bed. The only ones remaining in the living room were Jisung and me. We felt a little guilty because our leader was still working and we didn’t. After all, it’s 3racha that produces the songs for stray kids and 3racha also includes Jisung and me, not just Chan. That’s why we grabbed notepads and worked on some lyrics, hoping they’d be of use when Chan would present us the new tracks he was working on. We had both tried to call Chan numerous times over the past thirty minutes to convince him to come home but he never picked up. Then suddenly my phone rang. “Chan?” – “Yeah, hey. I saw you tried to call me?” – “Yeah, we wanted to ask you to come home. It’s getting late.” – “Ah, I’m already on the way back. Y’all already had dinner, right?” – “Hyung, it’s almost midnight. Everyone accept for 3racha is asleep already.” – “I’ll eat a bit on the way, so it might take a bit longer. Should be home in about twenty minutes.” – “Alright, take care, hyung.” – “See you.” And with that the call ended.

 Chan’s POV.:

I didn’t really enter the fair because I mostly just wanted to get home quick, but I found a food stand on the outer edge of the fair which sold fish cakes. I bought a fish cake and also picked up a small bag of roasted chestnuts to snack on while walking. I stuffed the bad of chestnuts into my pocket, feeling the heat through the fabric, so I’d have my hands free to eat the fish cake. The meal was perfect to warm me up on a chilly night like this. I finished the fish cake and munched two of the chestnuts before arriving home and unlocking the door. After kicking off my shoes, I made my way to the living room, where I sound Changbin and Jisung between scattered sheets of paper. “Hyung, you’re finally back”, the youngest 3racha member whisper-shouted. “You are aware that we are on Christmas break, right hyung?”, the older rapper scolded. “Aish, yes I am”, I said directed at both of them, “But hey, I brought you some roasted chestnuts to make up for not being home.” Changbin just rolled his eyes at my poor attempt to distract them, while Jisung happily accepted the bag from me, immediately nibbling on one nut. I have to admit, he had never looked like a squirrel more than he did right now. We both chuckled at our youngest before saying good night and getting ready for bed.

The evening seemed to fade out peacefully but the truth was that my belated dinner turned out to have been a mistake. Or at least my food choice had been a mistake. The fish cake wasn’t agreeing with me so well. I couldn’t remember whether there were hints of it being undercooked or if it tasted weird, I just knew that my stomach wasn’t too happy about it. It had started to hurt a few minutes after I arrived home. Slowly the pain increased into cramps, that felt like somebody was stabbing the upper area of my abdomen with a dull knife. I knew that I should just go to bed, everybody else was asleep already. Maybe I’d be able to just sleep it off.

My attempts to sleep the pain off, ended about ten minutes later when the pain had turned into nausea. I slipped out of bed as quietly as I could because Changbin had just gone to bed and was probably not that deeply asleep yet. Slightly bent over with one arm around my middle and the other braced against the wall, I stumbled to the bathroom, flicking on the light. I did make it to the toilet but as soon as I had settled on my knees in front of it, the urge to throw up was gone. I pushed myself back up, groaning in frustration that I had gotten up unnecessarily but as soon as I was on my feet again, I immediately felt sick again. The cycle repeated itself a few times, till I decided to just stay in the bathroom whether I had to throw up in the end or not.

 Changbin’s POV.:

I hadn’t been asleep yet, when Chan left the room again. He was probably just going to the restroom, so I closed my eyes again, trying to go to sleep. When he still wasn’t back twenty minutes later, I suspected, he had snuck to the living room to continue working there on his laptop. It’s not like that had never happened before, so to me that was the most likely explanation for his disappearance. I was getting angry at our leader’s behavior, we were on Christmas break for duck’s sake, why couldn’t he just make use of the time he’s given to rest? Controlling my anger to not wake the younger Aussie in our room, I quietly pushed off the blanket and slipped out of the room, determined to drag our leader’s workaholic ass back to bed. When I got to the living room however, everything was dark. Now I really had no idea where my hyung could have gone. On the way back to my room, there was light shining through underneath the bathroom door.

I gently tapped my finger against the door, opening it when I heard a low “Yeah?”. Chan was resting with his back against the bathtub, looking up at me with dark circles under his eyes. “Hey, what are you doing here? Why aren’t you in bed?”, I frowned, noticing the yellowish pallor of his cheeks. “Kinda stuck here”, he mumbled, closing his eyes. “How so?”, I asked, taking a seat opposite of him. “Dinner’s not sitting well. I’m ok, it just hurts right now but everytime I try to get up, I feel like I’m going to be sick”, he breathed. “Was it the chestnuts?”, my eyes widened, remembering that Jisung had finished almost the entire bag. The leader shook his head: “Fish cake” Ok, at least that made only one sick member. “What are you going to do now? Just stay here for the night?”, I questioned. “Probably”, he shrugged, muffling a burp into his fist. “I actually hope I’d just throw up. I’ll probably be fine once it’s out”, he admitted uncharacteristically shy. I sighed and got up.

 Chan’s POV.:

Changbin just left and I was glad he’d get the sleep he needed, even though I really didn’t want to be alone right now, it was still better that making one of my dongsaengs stay awake with me. I could handle myself, always have. Could I really? Another twist of my stomach made me doubt it as my mouth started to water. I shifted back onto my knees in anticipation, when the door cracked open once again. I didn’t turn to look at whoever came in, not even when I felt a hand on my shoulder. “Hey, I got you a bottle of water. Maybe if you chug that down really fast it will make everything come out”, Changbin whispered, setting the bottle down next to me. “Thought you had gone back to bed”, I mumbled sheepishly, wrapping my arms tighter around my middle and gritting my teeth as I was hit with another cramp. “And left you here? Never!”, my dongsaeng gasped. I felt really fuzzy and warm at this comment but was soon brought back to reality when a wave of nausea washed over me. I decided to go along with Changbin’s idea and uncapped the water bottle. Raising it to my lips, the very first sip made it clear that I wouldn’t be able to go through with it. I struggled to swallow and it seemed like my mind was preventing me from putting anything else into my already upset stomach. Choking, I spat out the water that was still in my mouth, handing the bottle back. Luckily, the rapper got the hint and quickly took it from my hand. The coughing triggered a gag but that was it. “S-Sorry, c-can’t”, I forced out between clenched teeth, still hovering over the toilet. Changbin sighed and rubbed my back in soothing circles as I breathed heavily, on the edge of throwing up but not quite there. I could taste the fish cake, I could even feel it at the back of my throat but it just wouldn’t come out. Frustrated teeth make their way down my face and I didn’t even bother wiping the away, knowing there’d just be new ones.

 Jisung’s POV.:

I always needed some time to fall asleep. I heard shuffling in the hall and people talking in hushed voices but decided to stay in bed, if they don’t value their sleep, it’s their problem, not mine. Until I heard quiet sobs, that is. Startling at the different noise, I swung my legs over the edge of the bed, careful to not wake the maknae I was sharing a room with. Padding down the hallway, I followed the noise, ending up in front of the bathroom door. I tapped the door twice as a warning, before carefully pushing it open and stepping in. Sitting on the bathroom floor, I found my other two 3racha members. “What’s going on?”, I yawned, squatting down next to them. With Chan seemingly unable to speak, Changbin answered for him, his hand never leaving the leader’s back: “Channie-hyung had a fish cake for dinner, which isn’t quite agreeing with him. He really needs to be sick but can’t. I tried to make him chug water but he can’t even get that down and I have no other idea what else to do.” Oh, that explains why our hyung is crying so hard. He must feel really bad if he’d voluntarily throw up. I chewed on my lips, thinking hard. The water would have been the first thing to come to my mind too but then I had a different idea. Grabbing a hair clip from the sink, I motioned for Changbin to switch positions with me. He nodded, watching me closely, trying to figure out what I wanted to do.

I knelt down behind my oldest hyung, clipping his bangs back in one swift motion. “Hyung, I’m going to hug you really tight, ok?”, I muttered into the leader’s ear. He nodded, removing his arms from his stomach, gripping onto the edge of the bathtub and toilet seat instead. I gently snaked my own arms around his middle, feeling his tense abs under my hands. “Just slap my arm if it hurts too bad or you want me to stop”, I warned before slowly tightening my arms around him, increasing the pressure I was putting on his stomach. At first nothing was happening, Chan only flinched a bit in pain, till he suddenly pithed forward in my hold, retching harshly. I could see his knuckles turning white, as he braced himself before retching again. This time, there was actually something coming up, although it wasn’t much. I closed my eyes, afraid the feeling of Chan’s stomach, contracting underneath my arms in combination with sight and smell, would send my own stomach over the edge. Instead, I just kept holding my hyung in a back hug, feeling every twitch of his muscles and following his movements when he jerked over the toilet bowl, trying to ignore the sounds of liquid hitting liquid. Every cough, gag or burp was amplified by the porcelain bowl, forcing me to grit my teeth and squeeze my eyes shut, while trying to keep my grip steady. ‘Alright Sungie, just think of puppies, cute little puppies’ I told myself.

Changbin must have seen my face change color because he tapped my back before gently pushing me to the side and taking my place. I don’t usually get sympathy sick but that just now was really testing my limits. With a jerking motion of his head, he signaled for me to leave. His eyes told me that he got it handled and that I should flee as long as I still could. I nodded quickly, slipping out of the bathroom and closing the door between us. Shakily, I went to my room to get my phone and headphones to drown out the noise coming from the bathroom. Turning up the music, I went to the kitchen and filled the kettle with water. While I waited for the water to boil, I fetched two peppermint teabags, dropping them into a teapot. I decided to make more than just one cup of tea because my own stomach was still doing flips too. I was still waiting, when my stomach tightened, forcing me to quickly lean over the sink. Luckily the weak gag brought nothing up but that was a close-call. I rested my forehead against the counter, breathing heavily through gritted teeth. I was able to get my bearings and straightened back up to pour the water over the teabags, taking the teapot along with three cups to the coffee table.

Soon, the pair emerged from the bathroom, Changbin supporting a sweaty Chan to the couch, before taking off to fetch a bucket, just in case. “Feeling better?”, I asked, anxiously playing with my fingers. “Yeah, thanks mate”, the oldest replied, voice hoarse from getting sick. He curled up on the couch, drawing his legs up a bit as he shivered. He must be pretty cold in his sweat-through shirt, so I pulled the woolen blanket we always keep in the living room from the back of the couch, covering his trembling form completely. Only barely catching the quiet “Thanks”, a small smile spread on my lips as Changbin returned, placing a bucket next to the couch. He guided me to the other couch where we could cuddle while keeping a close eye on our leader. Seems like we’re in for another 3racha all-nighter….

[scariusaquarius]

take a ride pt 3.

Mechanic! Thorin Oakenshield x Female! Reader

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A/n: Alright. This is the official end of this series, but I’ll make a sequel if people ask for it :D And I’ll do more Mechanic! Thorin fics, if anybody would like them <3

CHAPTER ONE | CHAPTER TWO | CHAPTER THREE (HERE)

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Genre: Humor, Friendship, Romance Rated: General Warning: Swearing, Humor, Fluff

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Author: dabisburntnut

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Ever since the coffee shop, your heart had been racing in your chest. Just remembering Thorin’s laughter, his beautiful smile...it made you squeal every single time you remembered how happy he had been.

 It was beginning to near spring break, and the only thing that you could think of was riding in Thorin’s truck with your feet on the dash while he blared his classic rock and held your hand. It was a daydream that always made you giggle, and you rolled over in your bed. 

You had forgotten to give him your number, and he give you yours, and there were times were you were tempted to text the company Instagram page. Would it be creepy if you did? You had decided against doing it, but the silence had made you want to see him even more. 

It sucked because it had been a whole three weeks since the last time you spoke to Thorin, and you weren’t about to just show up at the shop like ‘hey, wanna go out?’ who even does that? You slapped your hands onto your face. You had to stop thinking so much about Thorin! You finally sat up, texting your manager that you were interested in picking up an extra shift for your dead Saturday. 

Elrond was understanding, sending you the okay and that he would be excited to see you, and you were quick to get dressed. Grabbing your wallet and satchel, you slid into your vehicle and made a quick pit-stop at the coffee shop. 

Your eyes were searching for Thorin, hoping to catch a glimpse of him, but he was nowhere in sight. Your stomach dropped, and you walked up to the counter sadly, ordering your usual. 

Was it normal to be so infatuated with someone you had only ever met twice? Were you weird for feeling this way? When you sat down at your booth, you hardly touched your coffee, simply staring out the window and fingering the rip of your coffee cup. Not even your little snack that you bought was touched, smelling so sweet and tempting. 

Packing up the snack, you decided that you would give it to your fellow librarian, Bilbo Baggins and left as quickly as you could. Thunder rumbled in the sky, and you hummed softly. Must everything remind you of that handsome mechanic? 

When you arrived to the library, it was just starting to rain, and you dashed inside the library as fast as you could before the downpour began. Wiping your damp face, you greeted your fellow librarian quietly. 

“Hello, Mr. Baggins.”

Bilbo Baggins perked up, his blue eyes wide and a smile crossed his face. 

“(Y/n), what a surprise. You’re usually not here on weekends.”

You smiled and set your bag down on the desk, slipping out your uneaten snack and handing it to him. 

“Yes, I know. I was just very bored today. I figured I’d just come in for today and get some extra hours in.”

Bilbo made a delighted face at the treat and hummed softly as he took a bite of the sweet. 

“Goodness, did you get this from the coffee shop just down the street? They have the most magnificent teas there, you have to try them.”

He then slid you a catalog of unmarked books, instructing you.

“It’s good that you came in. We have new shipments of crime and psychological thrillers that need to be put into the system, marked, and put away, if you can.”

You smiled politely, taking your coat off and draping it on the back of your chair. 

“That’s what I’m here for. It’s a bit quieter today. Is Elrond not here?”

You sat down in your computer chair, dragging the large box of new books to you and began to assign them barcodes, scanning each one before placing them on the cart as Bilbo replied. 

“He is in a meeting with Professor Grey from the university in the Bree district.”

You hummed deeply, saying as you continued to work. 

“I wonder what they’re meeting about. I notice that Professor Grey comes by often.”

Bilbo shrugged, taking a large sip of his tea before taking another big bite of his sweet. 

“I’m unsure, honestly.”

When you were finished with the last book, you sighed and sat back in your seat, making sure to submit the log into the system before grabbing your scanner, laptop, and the cart full of books. 

“Alright, I’m off. If you need anything, go ahead and send me a text.”

Bilbo waved you off playfully. 

“Shoo, shoo, I haven’t finished my tea yet.”

You giggled at him before stealing a sip of his tea, Bilbo gasping. 

“(Y/n)!”

You scurried off with a giggle, and Bilbo shook his head before sitting back down at his seat. A few moments later, a familiar face walked in, making Bilbo smile widely. 

“Thorin, what a surprise!”

-READER POV-

As you wheeled your cart towards the crime/psychological thriller section, you began to think of Thorin again. How was he? Was he having a good day? Was he busy with his work? You groaned to yourself, hitting your head against the handles of the cart. 

‘Come on, girl! Give it a rest...’ 

Sighing, you grabbed your laptop, logging into the cataloger program before beginning to scan the books to their designated shelves. As you worked, you gently hummed to yourself, becoming lost in your focus as you shelved the books and cataloged them all. 

The sound of a deep voice startled you, and you turned to see who had spoken to you.

“I’ve always enjoyed Dennis Lehane’s Shutter Island.”

Your mouth was dropped in awe as you watched Thorin flip through the book, his sunglasses perched atop his head. He was wearing his half-up/half down look again, his manbun looking a bit messier than usual. His blue eyes flicked over to you, and you shook your head lightly as if to shake yourself from your shock. 

“I always thought the book was very nice.”

Thorin smiled down at you before placing the book back down, saying as he picked up another book, reading the back of it. 

“Have you read much of his works?”

“Ah, no. I’m not really a crime/psychological thriller person. I’m more into (book genre).”

Thorin smiled lightly, and you asked him nervously. 

“Um, are you here for long?”

Thorin hummed lightly, answering honestly. 

“I was here to pick up a few more books, but now that I know you’re here, I guess I could stay for a while.”

Your cheeks went red, and Thorin looked as though he was mentally patting himself on the back, a proud grin on his face. You opened your mouth to speak, only to be cut off by a large clap of thunder. As it broke through the sky, you gasped and jolted, dropping your scanner and book onto your foot. The power immediately shut off, and you cursed, holding your foot before fishing your phone out as the library went completely dark. 

“Thorin, are you alright?”

“I’m fine, what of you?”

You sighed and carefully stood, turning on your flashlight. Thorin made a face as the light went right into his face, and you panicked lightly.

“Oh god, I’m so sorry!”

Thorin rubbed his eyes before smiling slightly. 

“You’re fine. Looks like we’re going to be stuck here for a while.”

You sighed and rubbed your forehead, and Thorin leaned down onto his forearms onto the cart, gazing at you softly. 

“I’ll look at the weather and see how long it’s going to last. Maintenance still hasn’t finished updating our backup generators, so we’re kinda locked in the library at the moment. The doors are all electronically locked.”

Thorin hummed deeply, asking you. 

“Do you have an food? You can’t possibly go without eating for a long while.”

“There are breakrooms on each floor of the library, so we should be able to find something.”

Thorin nodded again before it went quiet, Thorin watching you as you surfed through the weather app on your phone. 

“I’ve been thinking about you.”

Your eyes widened, and you looked over at Thorin, his eyes soft. 

“I’m sorry?”

“You’ve been on my mind for the past three weeks. I...was admittedly so distracted that I forgot to ask for your number that day at the coffee shop.”

Oh my Mahal. Thorin Durin, your hot mechanic, wanted your number? You about fainted, and you offered shyly.

“I can...give you my number right now, if you want? That way you don’t forget it...if you still want it, that is!”

You averted your gaze from his own, and Thorin chuckled softly.

“Yes, I would indeed still like your number.”

You recited your number for him, and Thorin recited it to himself a couple times before winking at you teasingly. 

“I’ll make sure to never forget that.”

“Stop, I’ll faint if you keep doing that.”

Thorin laughed lightly, and you shook your head at him, shyly smiling before sighing, looking down at your phone. Thorin moved from the cart to get a look at the text from Bilbo as well, and you said to him.

“Mr. Baggins says that there’s a power outage, so we’ll most likely be stuck here for a while.”

“That’s alright. Your crime & psychological thriller section is big enough to last me for years.”

You chuckled and reached into the cart, picking up a book as you leaned towards him a little as you became comfortable again.

“And we just got new shipments, so tack on a few more years there, Mr. Durin.”

His eyebrows shot up, a smirk on his face as he leaned in a bit more closer to you, your fragrance wafting into his nose and making his knees become slightly shaky. 

“Oh, so now we’re back to last-name basis?”

“We’ve only met twice, three times if you count this time.”

Thorin hummed, grabbing the book from your hand, his fingers brushing against yours. 

“And to think that I was getting somewhere.”

“I am not that easy of a woman to have.”

Thorin grinned at you, and you smiled back at him softly. Thorin replied gently, his other hand reaching over to shut the lid of your laptop, plunging the two of you into complete darkness. 

“Are you quite sure about that?”

“I would like to believe that I am.”

Your heart was racing, feeling his warm skin against yours, and your knees became weak as you felt his hot breath against your lips. 

“I want to kiss you, Ms. (L/n).”

You swallowed thickly and whispered. 

“I would like you to, Mr. Durin.”

Within a second, his lips were on yours, and you immediately wrapped your arms around his neck, and Thorin’s hands came to your face. He cupped your cheeks gently, sighing softly as he kissed you, and you swore that you would faint from how happy and elated you were. 

Thorin pressed you against the bookshelf, pulling back to take a deep breath before kissing you again, and you hummed softly. Thorin’s tongue brushed against your bottom lip, and you allowed him in, his tongue dominating your mouth, and Thorin’s hands rand down your sides to your hips, and you gently tugged on his hair. Thorin pulled back, saying against your lips. 

“You are a temptress...haunting my dreams for the last three weeks. All I could think about since the coffee shop was how much I wanted to see you again.”

You let out a shaky breath, and Thorin kissed you again, stealing the breath you took. 

“You were volunteering today, right?”

You replied, biting your lip as your hands came down to feel at his biceps. 

“Um, technically, yes. I’m not required to stay for a whole shift.”

“Would you do me the honors of coming home with me to have dinner then, Ms. (L/n)?”

You bit your lip, your heart racing even more, and you replied to him. 

“This isn’t just another way to get another tip from me, is it?”

Thorin’s head tilted back as he laughed, and he leaned down, brushing his nose against yours. 

“No, this is not another way to get more money from you.”

You smiled and Thorin asked you within your ear. 

“Would you like to take a ride with me?”

“Only if it comes at no additional charge.”

“For you, my services are free.”

[END]

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[gleekto]

Summary: College AU/Famous!Blaine and Fanboy!Kurt - Kurt POV

Kurt really doesn’t have time to figure out the dating world between being a freshman at prestigious theatre school, LAADA,  and his active but secret blogging life in the Sing!Fandom. So what if Sing! ended last year? There are still fics to read and actors to follow. Especially the uber talented heartthrob lead, Blaine Anderson. He can act. He can sing. He can even dance. He’s gay. He’s out. And he’s only 24. Kurt is willing to twiddle his thumbs and click refresh until Blaine Anderson’s next project.

He just didn’t expect the next project to be on his roommate Rachel’s new TV show.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Even Better Than the Real Thing (4/15)

It takes Kurt until the following afternoon for the haze to lift and for his feet to land back down on the ground after spending the evening floating. He finally logs on to his tumblr and to the entirely unsurprising 13 messages, all anonymous, all asking him if he heard about whether his source met Blaine. He deletes all of them and clicks on his direct message from Mercedes last night.

From LimaBlaineFan to MercedesSing! : Guilty as charged. You found me out.

MercedesSing!: So let me get this straight - Your roommate and close friend is literally working with Blaine Anderson?!

LimaBlaineFan: He’s her love interest. They kiss.

MercedesSing!: Please don’t tell me you’re jealous because you know that’s all acting and you have suddenly gone from number one fanboy to real life acquaintance overnight and there are a good few hundred followers who would be intensely jealous of you if they knew.

LimaBlaineFan: They don’t. And they won’t. But no, I’m not jealous. Blaine is indeed gay, and you know, he doesn’t have a boyfriend right now. Was too difficult to meet someone while on a show like Sing!

MercedesSing!: He did not tell you that.

LimaBlaineFan: He did. And we commiserated about growing up in Ohio - two gay kids. We’re like peas and pod, Blaine Anderson and I.

MercedesSing!: Shut up. You had a heart to heart with Blaine Anderson. 

LImaBlaineFan: Now let’s not get ahead of ourselves. But I can confirm that he  is even more beautiful in real life.

MercedesSing!: This is nuts. I’m happy for you. Hell, I’m happy for me. Do you think he can hook me up with Jo Johnson for some music lessons? Kidding. No not really. Anyways. You met Blaine Anderson. And shit got real.

Kurt and Mercedes plot out just the right amount of info to post publicly on his blog from his “source”. 

My source confirms that Blaine Anderson is a genuinely nice guy, but you’ve all heard that before. He did find out that Blaine sang in his high school Glee club, and oh, he’s single right now. Don’t get any ideas though, fandom, because Blaine knows there’s a difference between a fan and a friend. Anyways, sounds like Blaine Anderson was as cute as ever - oh and he was wearing cherry red shoes.

...

“Let’s go, Kurt. Off your laptop, put away your homework, we’re going to the cast open mic night.” 

Kurt looks up over his computer skeptically. “Open mic night?”

“Oh come on. You don’t even have to perform if you don’t want to. And Blaine asked if you were coming-”

“He did? We talked for like five minutes. How does he even remember my name?” What.

“Yeah. I know it’s weird but I think you’re a good excuse not to have to be networking the whole night. For me too,” Rachel emphasizes. “Come on.”

Kurt nods his head from side to side, feigning indecision but of course he’s going. Blaine Anderson asked for him to come. Or asked if he was coming. Or whatever. He’s obviously going.

...

As he and Rachel are whisked into the Limelight - closed for a private event - by the security guard at the door, he’s sure he has accidentally fallen through a portal into the world of Sing!, with Blaine’s character, Roy Royson, up on stage as usual, serenading his on screen love interest with an unplugged version of an 80′s rock ballad. Today it’s Jack and Diane. 

Only Roy Royson would be wearing a plaid flannel shirt and not a fitted red cardigan with tight dark blue jeans and a navy bowtie. And man, Blaine Anderson can rock a bowtie. 

“He’s good, right?” Rachel gestures to Blaine on the stage, who sees them and gives a wink and smile. What a showman. “Talented.”

“He was on Sing!, Rachel. Not a shock that he can carry a tune,” Kurt shrugs. No way is he letting Rachel know how captivated he is. He’s seen Blaine as Roy perform on screen countless times and then on repeat, but something about seeing the real Blaine, all styled and a touch deliberately flamboyant but also very boyish singing classic 80′s rock, completely holding the live audience in his hands. He’s hard to look away from. By the time Kurt catches himself staring slightly open mouthed and manages to turn around to get a drink, Rachel already has a drink in hand and is sitting at a table with Jesse St. James and a few of the others he met the other week.

Kurt orders a ginger ale with one lime (can’t be caught drinking underage with the high profile cast), and turns towards Rachel’s table where Blaine is now conveniently sitting. Kurt would not have normally dared to sit beside him for fear of spilling his drink from shaky hands, or worse being tongue tied when being asked a mundane question, but it appears that the chair beside Blaine is the only empty one and Kurt is not sure if it’s a punishment or a reward. So it’s facing his fears or cozying up to the showrunner at a separate table. Awkward.

“Great performance,” Kurt starts as he sits down beside Blaine.  “I can appreciate a strong stage presence despite the strange choice of music genre.”

Blaine looks up and his smile widens amusedly as he shifts his chair over to make more room. “Thank you,” Blaine nods and then leans in to Kurt’s ear. “Well, despite the choice of genre, I may have caught you staring.”  Blaine winks. Did he just-

Kurt is mortified but Blaine just elbows him in the side and takes a sip of his beer.  He was caught. But Blaine doesn’t appear to be mad, or embarrassed, or irritated - In fact, he seems happily entertained . Cocky bastard. “Well, my dad is a big Mellencamp fan, and I can’t say I’ve ever had the pleasure of watching a classic performance where the lead is in anything other than stone washed jeans and flannel.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“Oh it’s a compliment.” Kurt turns to him. “I did try to do Mellencamp once in a Glee club assignment in my junior year - complete with the flannel. But somehow I couldn’t pull it off. My dad even called me out.”

Blaine laughs, eyes sparkling and staring right at him. Man, that eye contact. “Too forced?” 

“Too straight,” Kurt answers and Blaine laughs again like Kurt is both funny and entertaining. “I think I got a lecture about not trying to be someone I’m not just to impress him. That he loves me just as I am blah blah blah.”

Blaine’s face turns serious. “That’s lucky.”

Kurt stares back. “I know.”

“So you were out?”

“Yeah. And maybe thanks to my dad and my Glee club, I survived Lima. But it wasn’t fun. Guess Lima’s just too narrow for all this fabulousness,” Kurt jokes, gesturing at today’s outfit - lime green tight army jeans with a purple button down and scarf. And of course a heart shaped broach. 

“Lima’s loss,” Blaine says seriously, reaching out to touch Kurt’s arm. Kurt jumps and then Blaine’s hand is gone again. “Well, you’re in LA, now. The fun is only just beginning.” Kurt’s jaw drops slightly and he can feel himself staring at Blaine, again, and trying to stop being drawn to that impossible magnetism.

“Let’s go, Kurt! It’s our turn.” Luckily Rachel pulling at his arm against the magnetic force rescues him.

“What?”

“I signed us up, of course. Defying Gravity. Let’s go.” Kurt normally loves performing. Loves performing Broadway hits. Loves performing with Rachel. But performing in front of his celebrity crush - that was not on his agenda. “Come on!” She pulls him up on stage. Ah well. Good thing he’s a good actor. Game face is about to be in full force.

When they take their bows, the room full of appropriately enthusiastic applause, Kurt lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. “That was great, Kurt!” Blaine seems genuinely excited. “You’re a countertenor - You have an amazing voice!” Kurt beams. He has an amazing voice.

Before he can second guess himself, Kurt turns to Blaine and whispers, “Thank you. And I assume your love of Broadway is why I caught you staring.” 

Blaine laughs and chinks their glasses. “Guilty.”

...

When he gets home that night, high from all the performances, from the performing, from talking to Blaine Anderson again, he closes his door and screams silently into his pillow. He grabs his phone and texts Mercedes who is of course asleep in New York City.

Kurt: Mercedes, I’m back. We talked. Again. A lot. He kind of stared at me through my whole performance with Rachel. Which he admitted. And laughed. He even likes my voice. I think we’re friends. Like actually friends.

In the morning, Kurt wakes up to Mercedes’ reply. 

Mercedes: Of course he likes your voice. You’re epic. And friends? Is that what the kids are calling it these days?

[rora-s]

The Derivative Chapter 12: Tests

Chapter 1 <- Chapter 11

I let off a breath closing one text book I’d finished and moving to the next. “You know there’s a difference between learning and memorizing right?” Amita pointed out with a scoff glancing at me over top her laptop screen. 

“I am aware. One is knowing the other is understanding but for me they can understandably get intermingled” I explained as I began to go through the next book. 

Amita nodded “you’re really stressing about this test you have to do for school huh?” 

“Well it is kinda a big deal. The whole prospect of my graduating early is riding on it. That and me getting accepted into college” I explained. 

“Oh really what are you looking to study?” Amita inquired. 

“Mathematics like my uncle probably, maybe something a bit more hands on to” I explained. 

“You know combinatorics is a great field” she offered. 

I scoffed “if you don’t say so yourself” 

We both giggled “seriously though you should look at applying for CalSci. You could stay local. They have a history of accepting young brilliant minds and programs especially made for those who have spotty school records.” 

“You know Larry was saying something similar before” I voiced “maybe I will think about it.” 

“Plus I’ve been considering staying at CalSci longer to get my second PhD in physics so you’d have another friendly face on campus other than Charlie and Larry” 

“Seriously?” I thought about hanging around CalSci with the brainiac trio. “That sounds really cool”

“I think it’d be cool too and we could take you on a tour of the campus sometime even, you know, show you around” Amita offered. 

I smiled “yeah that’d be great” 

Just then my friend's phone went off and she answered it “hello? … yeah sure I’ll be right there.” she hung up and started packing her things. “Charlie needs my help for a case with Don.” she informed. 

“I can come-” 

“He said specifically not to bring you even if you asked. Sorry” Amita told me sympathetically. 

“Ugh eighteen can not come soon enough” I groaned. 

“There, there” Amita murmured teasingly, patting me on the shoulder as she headed out of the house. 

______________________________

“You know when you offered to take me on a campus tour I thought I’d see more than the computer lab” I voiced as the trio finished retesting their flight route math for a third time in the CalSci computer lab. 

“I’m sorry but this is very important for the case Don’s working on” Charlie breathed out then thought for a minute “by the way I would appreciate you not telling him I allowed you to help with this math” 

“Don’t worry Uncle C, unlike some people I can keep a secret” I muttered. The man shot me a look but let the subject go as we all mulled over what we might have missed. 

“I don’t get it,” Uncle Charlie declared finally from his seat on the table behind where Amita was working. “The aircraft should have originated from an airfield that the FBI checked out” 

“Maybe they didn’t use an airfield” I suggested from where I sat next to the computer. “Like a highway or something” 

“Well then there would have been witnesses” Amita pointed out to the contrary. 

“You know, here’s where I get reductive on your ass,” Larry spoke up standing “cause you keep saying aircraft but so far no one’s been able to identify whatever it was that people saw.” 

“What are you saying, Larry?” Amita questioned. 

“I’m saying instead of building a flight path, let’s try focusing on the object itself,” Larry suggested. 

“You know what?” Charlie spoke up, hopping off his table “he’s right.” 

“Wait, you're agree that it could be a UFO?” I inquired of my uncle. 

“No, but focusing on the craft might yield better results.” The man explained coming over “We could get a visual of the object by building in all the radar sources at the same time, yes, civilian and military.” 

“So overlap the radar sources?” Amita clarified as she began to type into the computer. 

“That’s right” Charlie confirmed “by layering the images we could build a three dimensional cross section of it” 

Amita typed on the computer for a moment and we all leaned in to see “there” she finally declared “now it’s working off of all seven radar sources.” 

“And it’s building an image of the object,” Larry added. 

We watched as slowly an image began to appear. What we saw looked surprisingly Sci-fi. “Charlie? Is that what I think it is?” Amita inquired. 

“Larry I’m sorry I doubted you” I muttered. 

“Now, le-let’s be very, very careful” Charlie stammered “we shouldn’t jump to any conclusions or make any assumptions. There could be any number of reasons why that looks like-” 

“A vehicle from another part of the universe” Larry finished Charlie’s statement. 

___________

3rd POV.

“Hey Charlie” Don greeted his brother knocking on the door to the office space the professor was using in the library. 

“Hey” the young brother replied, writing on a piece of paper. 

“What’s up?”  

“Just grading tests for my Nonlinear Dynamics class.” Charlie informed. 

“Glad to see you’re taking my advice and having some fun” Don commented. 

“Well, you don’t look like you’ve been having too much fun” the younger brother pointed out, eyeing his brother as Don sat down. 

Don sighed “aw man this Gosnell case. Not to mention Abby has to take that test today in school to see if she can get out early.” 

“I’m sure she’ll pass” Charlie reassured “and you know Amita’s already talked her into applying for CalSci” 

“Yeah I’m just stressed on her behalf I guess” the older brother explained “and anyway with this case I just had to tell a guy that his dad died” Don let off another breath slouching in his seat. 

Charlie put down his pencil and turned to give his brother more of his attention “I spent all that time trying to figure out where the plane went. Turns out the pilot didn’t even know, because the rudder was busted.” 

“See, that’s the thing” Don explained “I got to find out where he was headed, ‘cause I think that’s why he was killed. You got any ideas? Anything at all?” 

Charlie sighed packing up his papers and standing “maybe. Could I, uh could I get some data off the flight recorder?” 

“Yeah, I mean, I can see if, uh, Erica can drop some by.” Don offered. “Maybe Amita can help you out” A small smile came to Charlie’s face at the suggestion and Don couldn’t help the knowing grin that came to his face. “Dad said she’s sticking around.” 

“Did he?” Charlie asked, turning to his brother. 

“Well, you happy about that?” Don inquired. 

“Um, are you asking me as her thesis advisor or..?” Charlie ended with a slight chuckle. 

Don scoffed at the blush forming on his younger brother’s features “you tell me” 

“Yeah, I’m happy,” Charlie admitted. 

They were quiet for a moment then another thought occured to Don “hey, what’s the deal I thought you were playing golf today.” 

“Oh no.” Charlie quickly replied “you know, I’m really no use on the golf course.” 

Don sat up as his brother took the seat across from him again “Charlie you know why he likes playing with you, don’t you?” 

“I have no idea” Charlie voiced “because I-I’ve got to be the worst golfer in the history of the game” 

Don shook his head surprised that his genius of a little brother could be so clueless sometimes “No. it’s the one time he gets to teach you something. You understand?” he explained “I mean I’m learning for myself that it’s not easy raising a genius. That’s his one time” Don wasn’t sure Charlie got what he was saying but just then his phone went off “oh excuse me” he stood up to take the call. “Eppes” 

“Don” David’s voice answered “the forensic report from Gosnell’s workshop just came in. We found David Croft’s fingerprints all over the shop.” 

“But I thought you said he hadn’t seen him in years” Don questioned confused. 

“And so he said” David replied 

“All right, look, uh, take a team, pick him up” Don instructed, rubbing his forehead and the bridge of his nose with his hand “I’ll meet you at the office, okay?” 

“You got it,” David agreed before hanging up. 

Don pocketed his phone again “alright kid I got to go. See you later” he called to Charlie who nodded his farewell before Don was out the door. 

_________

“I pass the dang test and as a reward I get to come out here and watch you all golf in this heat” Abby complained “that’s so not fair” 

“Ah come on kid a little exercise never hurt anybody” Don objected “maybe you could try it out for yourself” 

“No thank you” the teenager replied edgily heading toward the bench with her backpack full of reading material. 

“Where’s Chuck?” Don asked, realizing his younger brother was not in sight. 

“I don’t know last I looked, he was right behind us.” Alan replied looking around. “Oh there he is” he voiced when they spotted the younger man coming up to the bench at another angle. 

“Hey dad,” Charlie called, dragging his clubs up the incline. “Your clubs weigh a ton” 

“Are you kidding, I've used those clubs for ten years” Alan replied looking in his own golf bag as Abby made herself comfortable on the bench. “There’s nothing wrong with them” 

“Dad, they’re older than he is,” Don pointed out, going over to look in Charlie’s bag. “I don’t even think they make wood clubs anymore.”

“Yeah I know” Alan said “but each one of ‘em’s got a great sweet spot.” 

“Put ‘em in a museum,” Don commented. 

“Eh, when Charlie gets better, I’ll buy him a set of his own” Alan offered. 

“Well isn’t that encouraging” Abby muttered already part way through the novel on her lap. 

“Come on, Charlie, maybe this is the day you’ll par a hole.” Alan suggested. 

“I’d just like to get the ball in the hole. That’s all” Charlie stated as Don came over to sit next to his daughter on the bench. 

“So you passed the test” Don spoke to his kid as Alan talked to his. “What’s next?” 

“I wait and hope CalSci accepts me,” Abby declared looking up from her book. “But who knows if that’s going to happen.” 

“Well aren’t you pessimistic” Don muttered. 

“Well Donald I had to get it from somewhere” Abby replied with a smirk. 

“Yeah your mother” Don stated with a slight grin. 

“Funny she said the same thing about you” Abby advised and the pair shared a laugh as Charlie came over to join them. 

“Alright Alan show us how it’s done” Don called to his father and the three watched as the eldest among them swung the golf club. 

Chapter 13 ->

[writer-k-pop]

ID Card - Part 1

내가 밀 했잖아! I told you so!

Description: Living as a pretty successful Youtuber and a KQ employee has it’s ups and downs. There are stresses about trying to make sure your identity and actual job are left private but for the most part it’s enjoyable. KQ has offered you a plan to make your Youtube career a full time gig and you’re still unsure on whether or not you should take it. But losing your ID at work may prove more helpful than you imagined. Warnings: None Genre:  Word Count: 3k 

Ateez Masterlist | Masterlists

*Seonghwa POV*

“I will see you all later!” She finishes the video and suggested videos pop up.

“I wonder where she films these.” Wooyoung thinks aloud from next to me.

“Same, she’s always so good at covering up logos and names. But she’s obviously at practice rooms sometimes.” Hongjoong comments from my other side.

“You should ask her then.” I close my laptop.

“Hyung, how cool would it be if she worked on our next album?” Wooyoung excitedly taps my shoulder.

“Who?” Jongho wanders into the living room.

“(y/n). We just watched her newest video.” Wooyoung fills Jongho in on the conversation. “It’s pretty obvious she works at an entertainment company and I was just saying how it’d be so cool if she worked with us on our next album.”

“Yeah, that’d be so cool!” Jongho agrees, “Hyung, you should ask her to work with us.”

I shake my head quickly. “No, no.”

“Why not?” Hongjoong questions.

“Because she’s got her own schedule and work, I doubt she’d even have the time to.” I answer.

“Still you never know.” Wooyoung probes, “Plus you always watch her videos the day they come out.”

“Yeah, is she like your celebrity crush or something?” Jongho pokes fun.

I quickly shake my head as Wooyoung and Hongjoong answer with a loud “yes!”

My cheeks start to burn so I quickly stand up, “I will see you dorks in the morning.”

“Hyung, everyone has a celebrity crush!” Jongho yells after me sensing my embarrassment, “It’s nothing to be embarrassed about.”

“It is when there’s no chance of ever meeting her.” I challenge.

“Says the one who’s a celebrity himself.” Hongjoong mocks me.

I tilt my head at him in slight annoyance and he raises his hands in defeat.

“Just answer, hyung. Yes or no, it would be cool if she worked with us?” Wooyoung pushes.

I let out a deep breath, “Yes, it would extremely cool.”

*Your POV*

“(y/n)! We’re going to be late!” Minhee, my coworker and roommate, picks up her purse in a hurry. “We should really keep better track of time.”

“I thought the meeting was at 11?” I hurriedly follow her out the door of the cafe, hoping the camera is recording at a decent angle.

“No! Did you not get the email saying they moved it to 10:30?” Minhee calls back to me.

“No?” I question, “When did they send it?”

“Late last night.” She answers.

I scoff, “Then no, I don’t check my email until I get into work.”

“Everyone, this would happen to us.” I say to the camera, “We would try to vlog and be cute, only to have to run frantically run to a meeting that was changed last minute.”

Minhee laughs out loud, “This would be our lives.”

I laugh along and film our half run, half walk towards KQ Entertainment.

“We can’t talk about the meeting, can we?” Minhee asks as we slow to wait for the crosswalk.

I shake my head, “Not now, no. All I can say is that it’s with some amazing people.” I smile widely and Minhee laughs at my very vague statement.

“Alright, that settles that.” Minhee nods.

The crosswalk light turns green and we head across the street.

“I have to turn the camera off but I will see you when we’re done with the meeting.” I give the camera a finger gun and stop recording.

As we step through the doors, our shoes resonate the determined clicks of women who will not be late to their meeting. We nod and greet a few coworkers as we scan our ID’s.

“Did the meeting room change too?” I ask as we reach the elevators.

“Thankfully, no.” Minhee smiles as we step into the elevator.

Just as the elevator doors start to close, a male voice yells down the hallway.

“Hold the elevator!”

I quickly press the open door button as Ateez’s Wooyoung reaches the door. My eyes widen when I recognize him.

“Thank you.” He gives us a small bow and pauses for a split second when he looks at us. After pressing the floor above ours, he retreats to a corner of the elevator while furiously texting someone.

The silence in the elevator is broken by Wooyoung getting a phone call.

“Hello?” He answers the call, “I’m coming, I’m coming. I’m in the elevator… Hyung, I’m sorry, I lost track of time.”

The elevator beeps for our floor and we leave with a nod to Wooyoung. As the doors close, I hear Wooyoung continue to talk.

“Hyung, (y/n) was in the elevator-“

I don’t have much time to process the whole thing because Minhee is dragging me down the hall towards our meeting room.

“Can I put my stuff down??” I beg as we pass our coworkers.

Minhee shakes her head and pulls me faster. “Nope, the meetings starts in two minutes and we will NOT be late.”

I readjust my purse just before we barrel through the doors to the conference room. Everyone but Ateez’s staff is currently in the room.

“Over here!” Jinho excitedly pats the seats on either side of him.

We take our seats and I pull out my laptop. “Where is everyone else?” I wonder.

Jinho shrugs, “I haven’t heard anything.”

“Ah, they’re running late. Apparently Wooyoung showed up late for their interview.” Insu announces to the room.

Hearing this, my shoulders immediately relax and I take a deep breath. I hear Minhee do the same on the other side of Jinho.

“What? Did you guys run here?” He questions our actions.

I nod. “We were at a cafe and lost track of time. Literally ran here.”

Jinho laughs at us. “Of course that would happen to you. Question: were you filming again?”

I purse my lips and that is enough of an answer for him.

“You need to be more careful. You know KQ wants to turn your Youtube thing into a full time thing. Not just an ‘on the side’ thing.” Jinho reminds me.

I nudge him with my knee because not everyone knows about the deal I struck with KQ. “I know. I know. I just still need to think about it.” I tell him just as the door opens and a few of Ateez’s staff walks in, including their manager.

“The interview started?” Seulgi greets the staff with a nod.

“Yes.” Their manager states, “Thank you for waiting for us.”

“No problem.” Insu says then proceeds to start the meeting.

After an hour and a half of discussing ‘Ateez Logbook’ days and ‘A ChallenZ’ times, Ateez’s manager, Jinsang, apologetically announces that Ateez’s interview would be over soon and they needed to leave. We say goodbye and I begin to pick up my belongings but Insu stops me.

“(y/n). Do you have a minute?” He asks.

The others file out of the room and Insu and I are left alone.

“Have you thought about what the CEO offered you?” He leans his arms on the table.

“A little.” I admit. “I’m just worried.”

“About?” He probes.

“My privacy.” I tell him. “Right now, it’s easy to hide where I am, and who I’m with because I can use the company has a veil. But I lose that veil when I give up this job.”

“You could still have that privacy.” Insu insists.

I shake my head. “No I can’t.”

“Just think about it, okay?” Insu pleads with me, “You know I’d work with the company to give you what you would need. Seulgi, Jinho, and Minhee have already reached out to me about being willing to join your team.”

“They’d leave the Ateez team?” I ask, shocked.

Insu nods, “They all watch your videos. Minhee is in them literally all the time, it makes sense.”

“What would my videos even be about?” I ask, “All I do now is vlogs and a few contented stuff. Vlogging is not going to suffice a full Youtube career.”

Insu smiles smugly, “You think we’d put out this suggestion without having a long list of content ideas for you? Trust me, (y/n), we’re already preparing a whole team for you, if you decide to take this route.”

I chew on the inside of my lip, “If I did this, would I be able to at least still be apart of the plans we discussed today?”

Insu nods, “We can arrange that.”

“Okay.” I take in the information while the currently stored information is swirling around in my head. “Can I have a little more time?” I ask.

“I can give you two more weeks but after that, both of us will start to get hounded on from up high.” Insu gives an apologetic smile.

I nod, “Okay, two weeks. Thanks Insu.” I pick up my bag and head out the door towards Minhee and my office.

She turns from her computer when she hears me walk in.

“What did he want to talk to you about?” Minhee inquires.

“About KQ’s offer.” I simply state, sitting in my chair. Her ID hanging from her neck reminds me that I have yet to put mine on.

“Did he tell you that I said I’d be on your team?” She questions as I dig around my purse for my lanyard.

I nod then scrunch my eyebrows in confusion.

“I can’t find my ID.” I inform her as my digging becomes more frantic.

“What do you mean?” Minhee rolls over to my side of the room.

“I had it coming into the building…” I trail off trying to remember where I could have lost it.

“Did you drop it in the elevator?” Minhee wonders, “That’s the only other place we’ve been besides the conference room.

“I don’t remember seeing it in my bag when we were in the conference room.” I replay the memory in my head. “I’ll call down and see if anyone turned it into the reception desk.”

I dial down and am left in disappointment when the receptionist says that no ID’s have been turned in. Sinking into my chair, I let out a sigh.

“No luck?” Minhee looking at me.

“Nope.” I run a hand through my hair. “Where could it be?” I wonder.

Minhee sighs softly, “I don’t mean to be the voice of life, but we have report deadline today…”

“I know, I know.” I nod and sit up. Rummaging through my purse again, I pull out my camera and set it up on my desk where I know you won’t be able to make out any distinguishing features of KQ.

“I just got done with my meeting.” I inform the future viewers. “But, I somehow lost my ID.  I have no idea where I could’ve left it, I just, I can’t find it.”

“She’s losing her mind!” Minhee yells to be heard.

I roll my eyes, “Don’t listen to her. Anyway, I have some work to do so future me, start the time lapse… now.” I instruct myself and then busy myself with my work on the computer.

*Seonghwa POV*

“Why were you so late?” Hongjoong interrogates Wooyoung once the interview is over.

“I swear I was just getting something to eat at the cafe next door and the next thing I know it’s 10:20!” Wooyoung defends himself.

“Just be more careful next time.” I sternly remind him.

“But hyung!” Wooyoung continues excitedly and goes to pick up a lanyard from his locker, “Look.” He proudly shows us the ID with (y/n)’s name and picture on it. “She works here. I’m telling you I saw her in the elevator. It was really her.”

“No way.” Jongho says, inching closer to look at the ID while my heart nearly drops to the floor.

“Yeah, she was with her friend that is always in her videos too!” Wooyoung insists.

“(y/n)?” Yunho clarifies, “Like the Youtuber that Seonghwa hyung watches constantly?”

“It’s not constantly!” I defend myself.

“That one!” Hongjoong claps his hands.

“The one that hyung has a crush on!” Jongho excitedly adds.

I give Jongho a death glare but before I can say anything, our manager, Jinsang, plucks the ID out of Wooyoung’s hands.

“Where did you get this?” He questions Wooyoung.

“She dropped it in the elevator so I picked it up.” He explains.

“Were you going to turn it in?” Jinsang hyung raises an eyebrow, “You know she needs this to get into the building everyday.”

“I was going to after I showed it to the members.” Wooyoung pouts, “They didn’t believe me when I told them I saw her in the elevator.”

Jinsang hyung nods, “Well believe it. She works here. But you can’t say anything to anyone.” He quickly adds, “It’s part of our contracts with her to not say anything about where she works. Part of her privacy policy.” He walks over to his computer with her ID firmly in his hand.

“That’s why some of the practice rooms looked so familiar!” Wooyoung realizes, “Wow, she’s really good at hiding logos.”

“I messaged her.” Jinsang hyung announces, “Now get ready for practice.”

*Your POV*

“Hey could you check the content section to make sure it looks right?” Minhee asks after an hour of working.

“Sure.” I nod and finish up the sentence I’m typing.

As I scroll to her section, a direct message from Ateez’s manager pops up on my computer and I turn off the camera so I don’t have to worry about editing anything out.

“Hey, I have your ID. I don’t know why the members had it but we have it down in their practice room. I can come give it to you.” He sends.

“AH!” I exclaim to Minhee, “I must’ve dropped it in the elevator and Wooyoung must’ve picked it up.”

“Your ID?” She clarifies.

“Yeah, their manager just messaged me that he has it in their practice room.” I explain while typing a response.

“Don’t worry, I can come down and get it. Thank you!” I send.

“Guess who found her ID!” I say when the camera starts to record again. “Let’s go get it.”

Taking my phone and camera with me, I head down to the practice room.

“I feel like such a silly head.” I talk to the camera, “I think on the way up to my meeting, I dropped it in the elevator and one of the artists here picked it up for me. Though it is kind of confusing as to why their manager told me they had it.” I ramble on through the elevator ride and through the hallway. Then turn the camera off so any music isn’t recognizable.

Reaching the door I know to be Ateez’s main practice room, I wait for the muffled music to be shut off before knocking on the door.

“Come in!” Male voices invite me in.

I open the door and stick my head in apologetically.

All eight members of Ateez are standing around, breathing heavily from their practice. Jinsang sees me and waves me in. “Come in.” While he goes to get my ID, Hongjoong assembles the other members.

“We should introduce ourselves.” He announces. “1, 2, 3.”

“8 makes 1 team. Hi, we are Ateez.” They say and bow to me.

I bow back, “Nice to meet you. I’m (y/n).”

“Sorry for being curious,” Hongjoong starts, “But where do you work?”

I’m taken by slight surprise at the curiosity but smile nonetheless, “I actually work with the scheduling and content team for your ‘Logbook’ and ‘A ChallenZ’ videos.”

The silence that follows is quite profound.

“They didn’t realize you worked with their own team, let alone at KQ.” Jinsang informs me, handing me my lanyard, “They watch your Youtube videos all the time.”

My mouth drops open. “Ah, you watch my videos.” I repeat and feel an embarrassed blush spread across my cheeks.

“Seonghwa hyung watches your videos constantly.” Mingi points at Seonghwa, breaking their silence. Seonghwa slaps Mingi’s arm and Yunho runs to grab a phone.

“Can we have a picture?” He asks, “For our own memories? Hyung already told us that we can’t say or post it anywhere.” He adds quickly.

I nod, “Of course.”

Yunho hands the phone to Jinsang, “Let’s take it against this wall. It’s a clear wall.” Jinsang points to the wall nearest me and the eight members shuffle over.

Jongho ends up on my right but he quickly changes spots with Seonghwa. I smile at the seemingly innocent action and make sure my ID is securely tucked away from view. Force of habit.

“1, 2, 3.” Jinsang counts down and snaps a few pictures. “Done.” He lowers the phone and hands it over to make sure we like the picture as well.

I nod in acceptance of the picture and slide my lanyard around my neck. Minhee messages me reminding me about deadlines and I realize I have to get back to work.

“Thank you for finding my ID. It was great meeting you but I have to get back to work.” I apologize, “Jinsang, can you send the pictures to me?” I ask and he responds in a nod. “Thank you!” I say before rushing out the door and back upstairs.

“I found it!” I smile happily into the camera in the elevator, shaking the lanyard, careful not to show my actual ID card.

*Seonghwa’s POV*

“I TOLD YOU SO!” Wooyoung shrieks when the door shuts behind (y/n).

“Mingi, why would you tell her that?” I scold Mingi then turn to Jongho, “I look so red in that picture Jongho!”

“Hyung, when would that chance ever have come up again?” Jongho challenges.

“It might, actually.” Jinsang hyung shrugs.

“What do you mean?” I question.

“There’s a rumor, and it’s just a rumor, that KQ is offering her a whole team for her to do Youtube full time and be a full blown celebrity.” Jinsang gossips with us, “So you may see her in the future at future events and such.”

“That’s really smart.” Hongjoong nods in amazement, “She’s got the following and if she is planning our videos then she’s already really good at it.”

“That’d be so cool.” Mingi thinks wishfully.

“We could even do videos WITH her!” San exclaims.

I shake my head, “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. Hyung only said it was a rumor.”

Our choreographer claps their hands, “Alright, alright, save the rumors for later. Let’s start practice.”

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soulmark | m.yg (6)

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader

Chapters: 9

Summary: in which, a girl and a boy without soulmarks learn what it means to have a soulmark and a soulmate.

06 || Behind Every "I Don't Care"

(Y/n)'s POV

It was two days after the humiliating night, when Jin ran up to me the moment he entered the cafe. I raised an eyebrow at him as he put up a hand, gesturing for me to wait till he caught his breath.

"S- Sorry, one second," he whispered breathlessly. I just nodded, trying not to laugh at the sight. "Uh... Whoo..."

"Calm down, Jinnie, what's up?" I asked teasingly. I knew I was crossing my line by calling him Jinnie, but he didn't seem to mind so I continued, "Did NamNam finally pop the question?" His face jerked up and I gasped. "Wait, really?!"

"Wha- No! Sheesh, you little," he murmured, straightening up as I laughed out loud. "You're lucky the shop is closed right now and nobody's here or else they would be seeing me scold you right now."

"Yeah, right," I scoffed. "What's up, Jin?"

"I, ah, I'm sorry," he said, straightening his coat as his fingers nervously fiddled with the buttons on them. My eyebrows furrowed in confusion before he spoke about what he was sorry for, "I don't know if you wanna speak about him or not, but I think you should meet up with Yoongi."

Pain flashed through me but I kept my face straight and blank. "Why?"

"Ah, I talked with Namjoon, and well," Jin swallowed lightly, "he told me how Yoongi's like. Look, it's not my place to speak for him. You really need to talk this out. It's just a misunderstanding, okay?"

"Uh-huh," I stared at him for a second, making a quick decision. "Considering you asked for forgiveness the last time when you got my hopes up, I'm sure you won't lie."

"Thank you," he gave a sigh of relief. He looked at the clock. "It's 9:30 pm, and what are you doing here?"

"Ah, I had this.... feeling, I should stay a bit longer," I said unsurely. "Dunno why. But yeah, I'm going to leave now."

"Uh, can you go now?" He asked me. I raised an eyebrow. "It's just, the earlier you solve all this, the better."

"Uh, okay, if you say so," I muttered. "But, I don't know where he is."

"He's at his studio," he said, giving another sigh of relief. What's with him giving relieved sighs today? "He's always there at night, complete workaholic. Takes a break only to meet you, apparently."

"I have a hard time believing that, but still something inside me says I should," I said, a small smile teasing my lips. "Alright, text me the address."

"Right away," he said, pulling out his phone, as I whipped out mine.

I wonder how this will go. Hopefully, I won't get my hopes crushed this time.

●◐○

My two-inch heels clacked lightly on the wooden floor as I stepped inside the glass building. My eyes roamed around for a second, taking in the luxurious seats and polished furniture - Yoongi must be quite well off if he worked here.

I turned to the reception, where a woman around my age was grabbing her things, ready to leave. She paused when she saw me.

"I'm sorry to disturb you so late," I said quickly. "But I'm here to meet Mr. Min Yoongi? Is he inside?"

"Yes, of course, ma'am," she said, straightening up, pulling out a register. "Your name?"

"(Y/n) (l/n)," I told her, waiting patiently as she wrote down my name and who I had come to meet and the time. 

"Right, he's on the fourth floor, just take a left from the elevator, his studio's the last one," she said with a smile as she capped her pen. I bowed down to her, shooting a quick thanks before walking to the elevator. "Oh, um, would you please tell Mr. Min that he has to lock up or atleast tell Mr. Kim to do so if he's going to be late?"

"Okay," I shouted back to her. She yelled a thanks from the other end of the room before rushing out of the fancy, expensive building. The elevator dinged and opened. I entered quickly, feeling weird. Was it just the two of us in the whole building as of now?

I shivered at the thought, but my eye was caught by my reflection in the mirror which was the wall of the elevator. My white button-up looked ruffled from working all day, and my black pencil skirt with it made me look like some fancy business woman. Except disheveled. 

I quickly tried to fix my hair before I reached the fourth floor and the elevator produced a soft ding before opening. I could hear someone speaking as I turned left. The voices were coming from the studio at the end of the corridor - Yoongi.

"...cause if you don't, you are going to regret this, Yoongi!" The voice felt familiar. 

"Namjoon, I told you, I'm not going to speak to her again," another familiar voice snarled at the now recognisable voice of Namjoon. "I'm regretting all this already."

My heart sank in my stomach and my steps slowed down. What was I here for? And what was I hearing?

"No, Yoongi, you don't!" Namjoon argued. 

"How do you know Namjoon?" Yoongi scoffed. The studio was fifteen feet away from me. I gulped, wondering if I should turn back. But no, half-listening won't help. I need to confront Yoongi about this. If he wanted to end it, atleast we will do it like mature adults. 

"Yoongi, stop acting so rough and tough," I could sense the exasperation in Namjoon's voice. "You care about her, it's okay to admit."

"I don't, I don't, I freaking don't care!" Yoongi nearly yelled, stopping me dead in my tracks. The door was just five steps away. I could see the dark room and the blue light of the computer inside. "You are all just trying to set me up, trying to make me settle down; do you know she hates me? Or that she is going to be disappointed when she starts spending time with me? Or wait, actually, when she doesn't spend time with me?"

My breath hitched. What was he talking about?

"Namjoon, you have known me the longest," he said. I felt like my feet were frozen to the ground. "I, I can't do this. I don't know anything about relationships, much less, love. I'm saving both her and me the trouble of a disappointing relationship. Please, stop telling me to work this out."

Suddenly, I felt like I could feel his fears. A sudden boost of confidence propulsed my feet the last few steps and then I was standing in the doorway, looking at the two guys who were facing each other with angry faces.

The moment they turned to face me, I could hear the inner me screaming one line above anything else.

I'm going to eff this completely.

❒❒❒

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Puppy Love - Part 4

Read previous parts here

pairing: idol!Taehyung x reader

warnings: none.

authors note: I’m sorry if it’s seeming a bit slow at the moment, I don’t want to rush the story and want to make sure their relationship develops realistically. Thank you so much to those who have read it so far and for your lovely messages, it honestly makes my day! I hope you enjoy what’s to come x

Taehyung’s POV

“So you’re really just going to stay friends?” Jimin asked. 

Jimin, Yoongi and I were sat in our living area of our shared dorm, ignoring the television playing softly in the background as we talked over a drink. I had finally mustered up the courage to tell someone else about my past few days with Y/N, and how much I was falling for her.

I nodded “you know what comes with being an idol.”

“There’s a bit of a difference between dating around, and actually being in a proper relationship” Yoongi pointed out.

Jimin nodded at Yoongi’s comment “you’re always saying how you plan to settle down one day-”

“Jimin” I cut in “I only just met her!”

“I know” he smiled “but from what you’ve told us she sounds perfect for you.”

I sighed. 

“It can’t hurt to take things slow, and be friends first” Yoongi hummed “but if you really like this girl I think you should go for it.”

Yoongi wasn’t one to say much, but when he did it was insightful and came from the heart.

I nodded, taking a sip from the glass bottle “I guess I can see how things go.” I smiled to myself “she’s really cool.”

“So when can your best friend meet her?” Jimin asked excitedly.

“I wouldn’t call that taking things slow, Jimin-ah” I laughed.

Y/N’s POV

It had been about 2 weeks since Taehyung took me out for dinner, his busy schedule meant that we were limited to conversing via text (and the occasional phone call).  

I came to accept the flirting was just a part of his charming nature, and tried to suppress the ongoing feelings I had for him for the sake of our friendship, which had become much closer over the past few weeks. 

I had just got home from work that evening and placed my bag on the table when I was startled from my thoughts by the sound of my phone ringing. My hopes that it was Taehyung was confirmed, when I saw his name lit up on the screen. 

“Hello” I cheerfully greeted, my tired mood instantly disappearing at the sound of his voice.

“Hello, how was work?” He asked.

“Not bad, but I’ve been at a computer screen basically all day and I’m so ready to pass out! How was rehearsal?”

“Good! I won’t keep you for long so you can get some rest”

“Oh? What’s up?” I asked.

“Well, the boys and I are having a small party this Saturday night, just to catch up with some friends and have a bit of a break from everything. And I’d love it if you could be there.. if your haven’t already got plans of course” Taehyung said hopefully.

I was not expecting to be invited to a social gathering so early into our friendship. Or even at all. “Really? I mean, are you sure it’s okay for me to be there? I don’t want to intr-”

“Of course! It’s just at the dorm. And the other boys really want to meet you!”

“Well I’d love to then!”

On the other end of the line, Taehyung made a sound that resembled some form of celebration, causing me to laugh!

“I’ll text you the address, yeah?” he said. “Oh and it’s nothing fancy so don’t feel like you have to get dressed up or anything.”

“Okay” I smiled through the phone.

“We’ll see you on Saturday! Bye Y/N”

“Bye Taehyung.”

                                                            ***

2 days later 

I pulled up at the address Taehyung had text me on Thursday night, and unlocked my phone to message him. He had told me to let him know when I was here, so he could let me up. Obviously their dorm security had to be tight.

I checked the time, 7:26. He said to come around 7, so I made sure not to arrive too early (as much as I was literally waiting around all day to see him). 

Within a few seconds my phone dinged with his message, and I tried to think too much into his fast reply.

T: 🤗😄 come to the front door and I’ll let you in!

After a quick reply, I locked my car and made my way to the front of the house. Before I had managed to reach the door I heard a beeping sound followed by a click - what I assume would be their security - and the door swung open, greeting me with a signature boxy smile. 

“Y/N!” Taehyung exclaimed, immediately pulling me in for a tight hug, causing me to naturally inhale his scent. “I’m so glad you could make it, come on up”

“I’m glad I could see you again” I smiled, which he immediately returned.

“Me too. There’s not a heap of people - maybe around fifteen or so - so we’ll definitely have time to catch up” he smiled with his lips tight, cheeks instantly puffing up. 

We walked up a flight of stairs and down a hallway, framed pictures of what I came to know were BTS’ albums.

“You’ve released so much music” I said, admiring the different albums.

Taehyung chuckled, scratching the back of his neck sheepishly “the Korean music industry doesn’t mess around.” 

I could hear muffled excitement coming from the other side of the door, only to escape when Taehyung pushed it open. I followed him inside to a room full of people mingling, most of them drink in hand. Their voices were only slightly louder than the booming music in the background.

“Jimin!” Taehyung called out, as he pulled me through a sea of people.

“Taehyung, where did you get to?” a young man laughed back. I was astounded at how attractive, or rather beautiful, this man was. 

“I was just making sure Y/N got inside okay” he smiled towards me, almost causing me to miss his friend subtly raising his eyebrows at Tae. 

“Jimin, this is my friend Y/N” Jimin politely held out his hand to shake. “Y/N, this Jimin.”

“Y/N, it’s nice to finally meet you.” Jimin smiled as softly as his handshake.

“You too!” 

I felt a hand gently rest against the small of my back, and turned to meet Taehyung’s wide eyes. “Can I get you something to drink?” He asked warmly.

“That would be nice, thanks” I smiled telling him what I would like. He nodded, insisting I stay as he went to get them. 

I suddenly felt shy without him next to me. 

“Taehyung has told us all so much about you” Jimin spoke.

“Oh god” I laughed “I hope nothing bad”

“Not at all, he speaks very highly of you.”

I could feel my cheeks darken, and was thankful when what seemed to be another one of Taehyung’s friends interrupted the conversation.

“Jungkook, this is Y/N” Jimin introduced.

“You’re Taehyung’s friend, yes?” I nodded. “I’m Jungkook” he said, flashing an adorable smile.  

“It’s nice to finally meet you all” I smiled back. “So, you all live together in the dorm?” I asked, trying to make a good impression.

“Only when we have a lot of rehearsing or work to do. During our off time we have our own apartments” Jungkook replied as a hand slapped onto his shoulder.

“Mm, it’s good when we can get a break from each other. Honestly, some of them can be so loud at times”

Jungkook and Jimin laughed, introducing another member, Yoongi. He had such a laid back, cool demenior, it was hard not to feel a little intimidated.

As if I had known, I turned to see Taehyung walking back over with two drinks in hand. I instantly smiled as I made eye contact with him. “I hope they’re not annoying you” he accused, placing the cold cup in my hand. I didn’t fail to notice the way his hand brushed softly against mine, as if on purpose.

Yoongi placed his hand on his heart, over-dramatically looking hurt by his friend’s comment, only to result in Taehyung rolling his eyes. 

“I’ll introduce you to Jin, Hoseok and Namjoon” he replied, dragging me away from his teasing friends. 

                                                        ***

It was later into the evening, and I was sat on the couch socialising with Taehyung and his friends. Only having the basics of Korean, it was difficult to keep up with their fast paced conversations, but Taehyung ensured that he still included me in their conversations.

Sitting next to him on the couch I was fully aware of his thigh pressing against my own. Each movement he made shifted my attention to him and how his check pants brushed against the skin just below the hem of my dress. 

“Taehyung?” I leaned in to him, speaking quietly.

“Hmm?”

“Um.. where’s the bathroom?” I asked.

“Oh!” He laughed, pointing to the hallway. “Just down the end of the hallway on the right.”

“Thanks, I’ll be back” I said, making sure my dress sat perfectly as I stood up.

As I walked back from the bathroom, I noticed Hoseok cleaning up some of the neglected empty red cups and food stained plates left on the bench.

“Need a hand?” I smiled, stacking those out of his reach.

“Y/N!” He smiled with a giggle. “Oh no, you’re a guest!”

“It’s okay, I like helping.”

He nodded with a smile, thanking me, before placing another stack of rubbish into a bin bag. 

We chatted lightly amongst the two of us, until one comment caught me off guard.

“So you and Taehyung, huh?” he said so casually, causing me to knock over the plastic cups I was cleaning up, earning a laugh from him.

I laughed nervously. “Oh we’re just friends” I smiled, feeling my cheeks begin to burn.

Hoseok cocked his eyebrows up, nodding “friends don’t look at each like that..”

I stared at him.

“I’ve noticed the both of you all night, neither of you are exactly subtle” he laughed. 

“I.. well..” I was lost for what to say to him, especially only knowing him for a few hours.

But Hoseok just smiled emphatically “I’m sorry if I embarrassed you.”

“Oh, no. It’s fine! You.. you just caught me off guard a little” I laughed, probably a bit too forceful.

“You’re cool, Y/N. Just know that I’m rooting for you both” he winked. 

[noonaduck]

BTS - Sweet Dreams pt.7

Pairing: OT7 x reader Gendre: Fantasy AU, fluff, smut(?), angst words: 1530 Summary: Eight dreams and eight powers, tied together. Would they fall or would they rise? Y/N had seen dreams about seven men as long as she could remember. Namjoon was a regular guy who worked in a small bookstore. Jin has finally reached his dream and opened his very own cafe. Yoongi was a heir with future which was already planned for him. Jimin and Hoseok were partners in everything what they did in their life. Jungkook was an artist with complicated past. Taehyung was a knot which bond them together. Together they all were a circle with awakening powers. 

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Taehyung's Pov. Taehyung keeps staring at his computer screen and frowns. He feels so frustrated about yesterday's events. After he had told everything for his new circle he had hoped to get more positive reactions. People did not seem to react well when everything that they know turns upside down. At least he did not get denial from everyone, but Y/N and Jungkook were hard cookies to break. Taehyung knows a lot about computers, so It wasn't that hard to find out about everything from everyone. Nana had told their names for him after all. Since he has been little all kind of electronic devises has been on his interest list. Thanks for that belonged to his late parents who were both working with computers. His father has been computer engineer and her mother has worked in marketing department in same company. Taehyung was greatly surprised that one of his circle members was heir of that corporation. Min Yoongi, heir of KOBRA corp. There wasn't anything mysterious about their deaths, an armed robbery had gone terribly wrong and his parents and one another hostage had lost their life. Luckily the robber, who was been under influence of drugs, was rotting in the jail for rest of his life. Even tough Yoongi has nothing to do with his parents death his last name brings memories back about his past. Taehyung brings his focus back to mission and keeps scrolling down on Hoseok's Instagram account. There is some selfies and dance videos, those does not really gain his interest. He bumps into post where sad looking Hoseok looks at his camera. description box's words makes him cringe for little bit. 'Me & @Chimchim missed our turn on yesterday's competition for personal reason. Better luck next time, I hope.' It was Taehyung's fault that had happened. He had done some hacking works for The Coffin's owner Zeke and used it for his benefit. Taehyung had asked to bring Hoseok and Jimin to him, even when he knew how much dancing meant for them. Nana had told him that sooner he gets them all together than better. There is a knock on his bedroom door and Nana steps in. Today her hair is on loose bun and she is wearing long sleeved grey tunic over her pants. heavy opals are hanging from her ears. ''What do you need?'' Taehyung asks and spins around with his chair to face his grandmother. ''I have something to give for you.'' She says and steps closer to her grandson. Taehyung's room is small ans most of his space takes his computer station. Walls are painted with olive green and his bed is pushed in front of his window. He does not have a wardrobe in his room because he has turned an attic into his fashion studio. He keeps his clothes there with his sewing machine and other sewing supplies. Stairs to the attic was located right next to his room.  On left side wall next to his bed is hanging a huge grey dream catcher. Quite useless if u think it now. ''What is it?'' Taehyung asks curious. His grandmother opens her palm and there is laying a bracelet made of black stones. Taehyung looks at his grandma with curiosity. ''This bracelet belonged to your grandfather and now I want to give it for you.'' She says and takes Taehyung's right wrist into her grip. Without a word she slips the bracelet at it place.

Taehyung is quite surprised, because usually Nana refuses to talk about his grandfather. He looks his new bracelet with wonder. ''Why you are giving this for me?'' he asks. ''It will protect you as long as the stones touches your skin. You must promise me that you will never take it of if you are without your circle members.'' Her grandma says with gentle voice. Even tough her voice is gentle her eyes are serious. ''Why grandpa would have something like this?'' Taehyung is turning more confused. Nana takes a deep breath. ''Because he was member of my circle.''

* Y/N's Pov. Jungkook is still sleeping next to you when your phone begins to vibrate on your pants, which are still located on bedroom floor. You push yourself up from the bed and hurry towards your pants pocket. You press the green button and put your phone on to your ear. ''Y/N finally, I was ready to put police after you.'' You hear Cloe's worried voice on the line. ''I'm so sorry, I totally forget to let you know that I'm fine.'' You say ashamed. You had totally forgotten about Cloe with everything that had happened last night. ''What happened?'' Cloe asks more calmly. ''Wait did you perhaps leave home with that guy you were about to meet?'' She is turning excited. ''Maybe...'' ''I fucking knew it. It was about time that you got laid. How was it? Was he good at bed? Did he treat you right?'' Cloe almost yells at phone and you see Jungkook sifting in his sleep. ''Shh, calm down,he is still sleeping. It was, It was good. He was good to me. How about you, did you have good time with your guy from yesterday?'' You ask knowing that Cloe likes to talk about herself. ''Oh my god no. It turned up that he had a girlfriend who ended up causing a scene on the club. I slipped away and waited for the dance/rap competition to began but for my luck neither Jimin or Hoseok showed up...'' Cloe keeps going and you let her speech go in from one ear and out from another. ''Y/N?'' Jungkook asks with raspy voice. He gets into sitting position on his bed and looks around with sleepy eyes. His brow hair is messy like a birds nest and his face is lost. ''Cloe, listen I have to go. I will call you later.'' You interrupt your friend. ''Ah, I see. Have fun and don't worry about me. Call me when you can, bye'' Cloe says knowingly and ends the call. ''Yes?'' You ask shyly. You are scared about what is going to happen next.

Before Jungkook has a chance to answer both of your phones beeps at the same time. ~You have been added into chat group Dream Catchers with seven other people.~ ~TaeB0lt has added Kim Seokjin, Kim Namjoon, Park Jimin, Min Yoongi, Jung Hoseok, Y/N L/N & & Jeon Jungkook~ ~TaeB0lt has changed Kim Seokjin's username to Doctorhandsome~ ~TaeB0lt has changed Kim Namjoon's username to LeaderofShadowsss~ ~TaeB0lt has changed Park Jimin's username to Fl0werdude~ ~TaeB0lt has changed Min Yoongi's username to Pale_Icecube~ ~TaeB0lt has changed Jung Hoseok's username to SunhobiNy~ ~TaeB0lt has changed Y/N L/N's username to Copy.paste.princess~ ~TaeB0lt has changed Jeon Jungkook's username to hot_kookie~ TaeB0lt: *Hello.* Pale_Icecube: *WTF? How did you get my number and what is going on with this username?* Fl0wedude: *I was thinking about it too...* ~SunhobiNy left the chatroom~ ~TaeB0lt added SunhobiNy~ SunhobiNy: *!!??* Taeb0lt: *There's no escape Hobi. It wasn't that difficult to get your numbers when you know what you are doing. And I thought that our usernames are creative.*

LeaderofShadowsss: *Tell me again, why I'm leading this group?* TaeB0lt: *Because you're smart and maybe because you acted like our leader even when we didn't knew what was going on.* DoctorHandsome: *True, Namjoon acted like everything was under his control even in our dreams.* ~Copy.paste.princess is typing....~ You decide to not say anything and delete your message. hot_kookie: *Was there some point for this chat room or did you just came here bully us?* TaeB0lt: *Ah indeed, I'm glad that you asked @hot_kookie because I'm right behind your door.* Door bell rings and you and Jungkook freeze. You look at each other and your naked forms. You and him begin to move at the same time both reaching for your clothes. ''How he knows where I live?'' Jungkook asks while he keeps pulling his pants up. ''How I'm supposed to know?'' You question back while searching rapidly for your bra. Doorbell rings again, but with more demanding tone. Jungkook pulls his shirt from yesterday hastily over his head and heads out of the bedroom and towards his front door. You keep still collecting your clothes when you hear Taehyung's distant voice. ''Hello kookie, I'm sorry to drop in without a notice, but I knew that even if I would let you know that I was coming you might not be happy.'' Taehyung keeps chatting. You have found your clothes and you sneak out of Jungkook's bedroom. His bedroom leads on hallway with a glass railings. You could easily see what happened downstairs. ''How did you know where I live?'' Jungkook asks annoyed. His looks were rather messy even more when compared to Taehyung. He was wearing black leather jacket with white t-shirt paired with black jeans and boots. ''I have quite good computer skills.'' He shrugs. ''Oh hi Y/N? Wild night, huh?'' Taehyung smirks and waves his hand to you. Damn, you thought that he hasn't noticed you. You walk awkwardly down the stairs and stop next to Jungkook. ''What are you doing here?'' Jungkook asks crossing his hands in front of him. ''I thought that we should have a new meeting after everyone have calmed down. Talking about meeting  you don't mind that I texted your address for everyone right?'' Taehyung ends with wide smile. ''You what?'' Jungkook asks angry and right then the doorbell rings again.