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I want cishets at pride.
I want allies, both my personal friends and also strangers, to be at my side and support me.
Why the fuck is this considered such a problematic discourse? I hate to remind you that pride is still very well a march and a protest for our rights! We want, we NEED all the support available! Why are you all so stuck up about wanting to shut out the PEOPLE ON OUR SIDE???
Why aren't you HAPPY to see people marching with us when they have nothing personal to gain from it? Doing it because they believe we're right even if it doesn't personally affect them?
Last pride I went to (last year) I found some of my cis straight classmates there to show support! We marched together and had a good time! It was great knowing 100% for sure that they were safe to be around, and we are currently still friends! Don't you want that too?
You all are chasing them away and then wondering why society seems less accepting of us lately, gee, I wonder why! (tbf, I know there are many things affecting it, but this sure isn't helping and does play a part!)
Just chill and be happy that there are people who want to partecipate and be at our side even if they're not queer or have queer friends/relativea themselves!
This discourse is so goddamn stupid and harmful to our cause.
#Pride#I am pissed#And I swear if i see one rude or aggressive comment it's on sight#If you're chill and genuine I can talk#Or else I just block#I don't have time or will to deal with people only looking for a fight or 'to prove me wrong'#happy pride đ#lgbt+ community#Should I tag this as unpopular opinion?#It would be so sad (and worrying) if it was#Rant#Vent
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hello! i really enjoy ur content and i read that ur requests are open, so is it okay if i can request something where levi and the reader had an argument, and the rest of the scouts are very aware of it because of the very cold and scary aura coming from them, and so the squad tries various ways to set them up so they can make up with another? thank you!!đ
a/n: ahh first of all thank you! second off, i love this idea omg đ also the reader is another captain!!
levi x reader
âdonât die on me.â
cw: swearing, one kiss scene, mentions of death (barely)
The scouts immediately knew something was wrong when you entered the dining area. It was like there was a dark aura floating around your body that caused everyone within a 4 foot vicinity of you to scatter away like startled birds. Your eyebrows were furrowed and your back was hunched. You stalked into the room and sank down beside Hange who seemed rather unfazed by your cold attitude.
âOi. Y/N. Whatâs up with the murderous look in your eye? I think you made the scouts shit themselves.â They chuckled, biting into their bread and looking at you with a hint of amusement twinkling in their eyes.
You lip twitched downward as you scoffed, âAsk shorty.â
Hange made a noise of surprise that you ignored, turning back to your food. You were not in the mood to be pestered. Picking at your food with distain, you tuned out the rest of the room. Due to this, you missed the short raven-haired man walking into the room with the same cold presence that you were amitting. You felt his eyes burning holes into your head but refused to look up, you didnât wanna give that bastard the time of day.
Levi scoffed when you ignored him, grabbing his plate and settling down at the opposite end of your table. Hange nearly rolled their eyes at the pettiness the two of you were displaying.
Clearing their throat, the titan enthusiast spoke up, âTrouble in paradise?â
âShut up.â You both countered in sync, still refusing to acknowledge eachother.
The two of you were too stubborn to admit that you were wrong. Maybe neither of you were in the wrong but after the shouting match that took place last night, you didnât feel like immediately making amends. You had tried to express to Levi how scared you were that he was going to die on one of these missions, however your tone was quite harsh and Levi misread it. He took it as you not having faith in his abilities which was a punch to the gut for the stubborn Captain. He in return, argued that you were running the same risk on missions and since you werenât nearly as strong as him, you had an even higher risk of getting hurt. Frustrated that he insulted your abilities and didnât see your point, you stormed out of his office, slamming the door behind you.
The two of you hadnât spoken since the blowup last night and it was now mid-afternoon the next day. You were in charge of training the scouts this afternoon and due to the anger boiling up inside of you, you put them through a particularly rigorous training course. All of them were clutching their sides and panting heavily when you finally dismissed them.
âIs it just me or does Captain Y/N seem a little harsh today?â Connie spoke up as he downed a glass of water.
âYeah, that training course kicked my ass. I think they had a fight with Levi, I heard some of the soldiers talking about it.â Jean replied.
Sasha was quiet for a minute before she finally spoke up, âI have an idea!â She exclaimed with a mischievous glint in her eye.
âThatâs not good.â Armin commented quietly.
Later that night, Sasha had cornered you and told you there was scary noises coming from a broom closet and had asked for help checking it out. You reluctantly agreed, only because it was getting late and you wanted to get to bed. The two of you went to the closet, footsteps echoing across the quiet halls.
Entering the small room, you spoke, âHmm. Sasha thereâs nothing in here, are you sure-.â You got cut off due to the door being slammed in your face and locked shut.
Jiggling the handle aggressively, you yelled, âSasha Braus I swear to god, if you donât let me out of here itâs no bread for a week!â
Sasha gulped but stayed strong, hoping Armin was on his way with Levi. Ten minutes later, Armin showed up... without Levi. Sashaâs eyes nearly popped out of her head, âArmin, where the hell is Levi?!â
Armin scratched the back of his neck, âHe wouldnât come. Said I should âget some balls and go look at the noise by myselfâ.â
Sasha sheepishly opened the door to a very angry Captain, crying as you yelled and told her she wasnât getting bread for a week. Youâd almost felt bad if it werenât for the fact that several spiders decided to crawl up your leg while you were trapped inside the miserable closest.
The next day, you were in an even worse mood because of the broom closet accident. So, the scouts went back to planning the reunion of their two grumpy captains.
The new plan consisted of getting the two of you within ten feet of each other, which proved difficult. Eren and Jean would both ask for combat training from the two of you and hoped that maybe being close to each other would spark a conversation between you two.
However, the plan backfired when seeing eachother made the two of you even angrier so you bothďżźďżź fought the boys aggressively which resulted in Jean and Eren laying on their asses as the two of you stalked off in seperate directions.
You were quite grumpy at this point, snapping at the smallest things and taking things out on the wrong people. You knew it was wrong but you couldnât help it; it felt like everyone was trying to piss you off.
By now, Hange had grown tired of you and Leviâs negative energy and the beat-up scouts. So finally, they decided to step in.
They found you in your office working on paperwork and quickly grabbed your hand, rudely dragging you away from your work.
âWhat the hell Hange!â You exclaimed, trying to turn back to your work but Hange had a suprisingly strong grip.
âSorry! But I need to show you this thing Iâve been working on. Itâs urgent!â They explained as they pulled you through the halls. They stopped in front of a random room, opening the door and shoving you in.
âOi, four eyes, where is the âurgent thingâ you needed to show me?â You gasped as you realized Levi was in the room that Hange had just thrown you into.
Leviâs eyes widened when he noticed you in the room and he started shaking his head, âDonât you dare Hange-.â
SLAM.
Hange locked the door, leaving the two of you sitting alone in your tension. The silence was heavy as you avoided eye contact, plotting the many ways you could get back at the scientist for this later. You were so caught up in your own thoughts you didnât even realize Levi was staring at you till he spoke up.
âDo you ever plan to let us talk this out or are you just gonna be an angry brat for the rest of your life?â His tone was cold.
Your eyes snapped up to meet his grey ones, searching them for any emotion but you were met with nothing, his walls were up. âWhat is there to talk about? You made it clear how you feel.â
âHow I feel?â He questioned.
âThat Iâm not strong enough for you. Maybe Iâm not humanityâs strongest but Iâm talented and that deserves to be recognized. Iâm not gonna let you shit on my talent just because I hurt your ego. Which by the way, I donât even know why you thought I was attacking your skills. I just want you to be safe and I donât know why you canât just- MHPM.â Your rant was cut off midway by the feeling of warm lips against yours.
You froze for a moment before returning the kiss, running your hands up into his hair and opening your mouth to deepen the kiss. Leviâs hands snaked around you waist, pulling you tight against his chest. This continued for a few more seconds before you pulled away, cheeks flushed and lips swollen.
Levi spoke up, âI know youâre a talented soldier, itâs something I really respect about you. I shouldnât have phrased it the way I did, I just... I donât want to lose you. So, I want you to be the best because then, my chances of loosing you are less.â You looked at him in shock.
His grey eyes showed love and ... fear. The fear of loosing you like heâd lost so many. Your chest tightened at the sight. Tears pricked in your eyes as you pulled him into another hug.
âYou donât have to worry about me, okay? Iâm gonna fight with everything I got to make sure I come home to you. You just make sure you do the same, donât go dying on me.â Your speech was slightly muffled by his shirt but he nodded nonetheless.
âYay! The lovebirds finally made up! Good! I was worried you were gonna kill the scouts.â Hange laughed from the other side of the now opened door.
a/n: this ainât the greatest but i wrote it at midnight so yk đđ
#levi x reader#levi ackerman x reader#levi aot#levi attack on titan#attack on titan x reader#aot x reader#attack on titan#levi imagine#levi oneshot#aot fluff#aot imagines#aot fanfiction#levi fanfiction#levi ackerman imagine#levi ackerman oneshot
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soft haikyuu!! boys with a baddie* s/o đ
characters:Â yamaguchi, hinata, suga, akaashi, nishinoya & tendou
tw// swearing
*(a/n): anon requested a kinda sassy, sarcastic reader and verbatim âshe is basically a salt bag, but she also has like some sugarâ so i simplified that down to baddie :) so the reader isnât really a delinquent but they are a bit rough around the edges uffabvrslbvÂ
Tadashi Yamaguchi
he definitely thinks youâre really cool and he wants to be just like you :O
bc you give off âbad bitch who doesnât care about what other ppl think about themâ energy and what he would give tO HAVE THAT!!
so thatâs when he knew he needed to be your friend >:)Â
so he was like âtsukki, go talk to (y/n) for me >:)â thinking that was his first step to becoming confident pfft
luckily, god was on his side though bc the teacher rearranged the seats and you and him were sitting next to each otherÂ
hence, he got the opportunity to talk to you without it seeming too forced
you both fell for each other so hard
like he would act tough to try impress you but you preferred his natural softness while you tried to act uncharacteristically docile so you wouldnât scare him off but he liked you for your boldnessÂ
it was a match made in heaven đ
he eventually worked up the courage to ask you out one day and yâall have just been falling more ever since
although, that doesnât mean yamaguchiâs forgotten one of the main reasons he wanted to be with you in the first place
âplease teach me your ways, (y/n)!â he pleaded, his head resting on your lap so you had to cover his puppy-eyes with your phone
âno, tadashi. firstly, youâre sweet and gentle- youâre just built like that. secondly, i donât have any âwaysâ to teach you!â
yamaguchi continued to pry, âthen how are you just so effortlessly self-assured?â
âwho told you that, tadashi?â
âno one.â yamaguchi poked the back of your hand to get you to move it, âbut remember that time one of the guys in our class tried to make fun of the size of your head and you told him to shut up?â
you rolled your eyes, setting your phone aside before placing a brief kiss on yamaguchiâs forehead, âhe said he couldnât see the board because of my âbig headâ, tadashi; thatâs hardly an insult. also, what else could i have possibly said other than that?â
but then you remembered this is yamaguchi youâre talking to; if that was him, heâd probably apologise, move his head aside then cry in the bathroom or sumn.
âi should be the one asking you why youâre so insecure. i mean, i know everyone is a little bit insecure about something but you just take it to a whole other level.â you mused, absentmindedly massaging his scalp
yamaguchi frowned, âexactly! teach me how to stop being insecure.â
âno please, no thank you?â you inquired with a snicker, realising that your habits might of accidentally rubbed off on him
bc just a few weeks ago, heâd be thanking you for breathing the same air as him but now he didnât even say âpleaseâ when asking for a favourÂ
gasp
âplease teach me how to be resilient, (y/n).â
you chuckled, leaning down to whisper in his ear, âokay, since youâre so polite, iâll tell you my secret - but promise not to tell anybody else!.â
âi promise.â yamaguchi replied without hesitation
âokay, first thing you need to do is go to the depths of hell and find satan hims--âÂ
yamaguchi let out a sigh as he realised that you werenât being serious then playfully flicked your forehead away, ârude.â
you beamed, pressing another kiss upon his forehead, âi know~â
ShĹyĹ Hinata
letâs not pretend hinata wasnât shitting his pants when he first heard about you from kageyama
âthey called me a shitty setter the other day.â
but kageyama failed to mention the part where he cut you in line for lunch đ mans had it coming
like hinata genuinely thought that if he came within a 5 foot radius of you, youâd literally come for volleyball career
plus, hinata knew he had a lot of things to be insults on (mostly, his height) so he decided to keep his distance at firstÂ
but when he actually saw you - rather than a vague description that kageyama conjured - he kinda fell head over heels
well, not only bc of your looks - he isnât that shallow
but the same day, you dropped your purse/wallet on the walk home and ,mhsince hinata was walking behind you, he acted as any good Samaritan would; picked it up then handed it to youÂ
then you said something along the lines of âthanks, shorty.â
not shawty. lord- shorty as in short with a y at the end
and whether you meant that as a dig or not was beyond him - but either way, he fkn adored itÂ
also it doesnât matter whether you are taller or shorter than hinata- he is still short-stuff >:)
by some miracle he managed to ask you out successfully and heâs kinda been glued to you ever since
like he wants to spend every second that heâs not at volleyball club/school with youÂ
and if you tell him heâs being clingy, heâs going to cry-
nonono jk jk
heâd probably be a bit offended but then give you your space
also, you noticed how he was really endeared by the tad mean nicknames you gave him like âshortyâ, âshort stuffâ and âgingerâ
the only ones he didnât like was âbokeâ or âdumbassâ bc it reminded him too much of kageyama + tsukishima
so you started calling him these things - teasingly - more frequentlyÂ
and he loves it ngl
as long as you arenât truly mean to him, he enjoys being called these things by you for some reason
so, his first mistake was assuming that youâd like being called these joking nicknames just as much as he does
you were helping him with english once and itâs definitely not his strong suit
same, hinata
âlook at that! you spelt all your vocabs correctly, for a change.â you commented, peering over the desk at the paper sitting in front of him
his eyes widened and his lips curled into a hopeful smile, âreally?!â
âno.â you snickered, pointing to the first word on the list. âyour word was taxis - you wrote âtexasâ, dumbass.â
hinata let out an exasperated sigh, propping his elbow onto the table to rest his cheek on his palm
then, he had an idea ( â˘Ě Ď â˘Ě )â§
âalright, stupidface, should i rewrite them?â
you gasped, furrowing your brows at what he just called youÂ
for a moment, you thought you mightâve misheard him but upon observing his smug expression, you realised that he really did just call you a âstupidfaceâÂ
so you burst out laughingÂ
obviously, hinata was rather shocked at your reaction
âhey! whatâs so funny?â
âdi- di- did you just call me a âstupidfaceâ?!â you panted in-between cackles, clutching your stomach to soothe the butterflies
hinata jutted out his bottom lip and folding his arms over his chest, âyeah, what about it?â
âthat is so cute!- do it again!â you demanded, enthusiastically slamming your fist against the desk
âITâS NOT CUTE!â hinata barked, playfully flicking your foreheadÂ
once you caught your breath, you took hinataâs hands and looked him dead in the eyes, âyouâre fucking adorable, shĹyĹ.â
the hoarseness of your voice making it sound like somewhat of a threatÂ
âyouâre adorable-er, (y/n).â
âi know.â
KĹshi SugawaraÂ
he admires how strong and independent you are/seem đ
and the fact you donât go out of your way to suck-up to pplÂ
he kinda wants to be like you in that sense but unlike yamaguchi, he accepts that heâs way too much of a people pleaser for that lol
so he sticks to admiring you from afar
then he musters up the courage to ask you out with some chocolate cupcakes; the same kind that you accidentally got on his blazer on the first day of second year :))
and you say yes (âŻâ˝â° )
also a big part of your relationship is aggressive positivity â¨đĄ
like if he makes a joke about looking crusty, youâll promptly respond, âshut up, kĹshi - you look so hot.â
or if you berate yourself for getting a poor mark on a test, suga will interrupt with no hesitation, âfuck off, (y/n), youâre literally so smart and hard working - youâll probably get 100% on the next test.â
also when heâs around you he switches between canon and fanon suga rapidlyÂ
one second heâs like âaww, are you stressed bc of school? iâll bake you some cookies, baby--â then youâll jokingly make a comment about his post-practise B.O and heâll literally get so defensive
âWOW I OFFER YOU SOMETHING NICE AND THIS IS HOW YOU REPAY ME?! STOP BEING SO MEAN TO ME, COMING FOR MY INSECURITES LIKE THAT - I WAS JUST ABOUT TO GO FOR A SHOWER ANYWAY GEEZâ â|ď˝Oâ˛|â
ISVBFELIAEA plz he is too much â
he just prides himself in smelling like ocean breeze 99% of the time so you really didnât need to hurt his feelings like that when you caught him lackin câmon LMAO
âwait so are we making cookies or not?â you inquired, stifling a snicker at his little diva moment
âofc we are đĽşâ Â
heâll probably use red icing on one of the cookies to draw a â>:(â face then hand it to you, saying that he drew you
heâll also break of bits of his own cookie and feed it to youâre doing something that requires both hands like typing, homework, dishes etc
whether you eat it from his hand happily, decline his offer or bite his fingers off is really up to youÂ
and over time, he probably picks up on some of your traits too
especially being more straight-forwardÂ
the team will never forget the first time he was chatting about something with the vice principle and âsorry, but i donât remember askingâ fell from his lipsÂ
everyone was shocked :o
tsukishima, tanaka & noya were so impressed tho
and so were you IVBEAOGVRN
âwow, suga. you wanna be me so bad.â you gloated, pressing your hand against your chestÂ
âGAEIVBSLR leave me alone.â he growled, toiling over the apology letter he was currently writing to the vice principal
Keiji AkaashiÂ
he wanted you to be the dark academia to his light academia pfft
it was very much love at first sight btwÂ
(ďžâăŽâ)ďž*:シďžâ§ soulmates *:シďžâ§*:シďžâ§
the embodiment of opposites attract
heâd write you a poem/love letter to ask you out lol
âyouâre so sappy and lame, akaashiâ you scoffed in attempt to hide the smile that was tugging at the corners of your lips as your eyes finally parted from the letter to meet hisÂ
he couldnât help but chuckle, âso is that a no?â
â-nonono!â you shook your head rapidly, hastily correcting him, âitâs a yes.â
phewÂ
honestly, he acted all nonchalant on the outside, but akaashi wouldâve been devastated if you rejected him
like he constantly tried to remind himself that you would probably say no, i mean he thought you were way out of his league. plus, it didnât seem as though you were as much of a romantic as him
but fortunately, apart of him stayed hopefulÂ
now he was cuddled up beside you on a cold wintersâ evening, casually drinking is hot cocoa as you both watched a disney movie (â¤Â´č¸ď˝â¤)
heâs the type to not even care or retort if you call him stupid or whatever
as long as your context makes it clear that youâre jokingÂ
heâd never call you those names back though â
to him, youâre always gonna be âloveâ or âsweetheartâ
also, heâs probably equally as sarcastic as you so thatâs not an issueÂ
ngl he probably gets really insecure when youâre hesitant about PDA tho
like he just wants to hold your hand but he doesnât want to force it upon you and make you uncomfortable đĽş
but also, perhaps youâre too embarrassed by him to kiss him in publicÂ
so please occasionally reassure him that you love him (ďźâ˛â`) that always washes all his worries awayÂ
YĹŤ Nishinoya
itâs literally canon that he likes ppl who show 0 interest in him (kiyoko, tsukki etc)
so it shouldnât be surprising that heâs all over you after that one time you called him a midgetÂ
to be fair, he had it coming - he stepped on your fkn toe >:((Â
he does everything in his power to impress you and get you to take back what you saidÂ
âhey, (y/n)!â he calls out to you in the middle of the bustling lunch hall, âcould a midget do this?!â *backflips off the table*
or when he demanded that you come to one of his volleyball games so you could see what heâs capable of and whenever he makes a good receive, he turns to look at you in the stands and winks/ points
or when he actually studies for a test just so he can flaunt his slightly above average grade to youÂ
âlook, (y/n), i got a 49%!â he waves a paper in front of your face, which you stare at before lowering your gaze onto your 95%.
but ngl..he really brings out that lilâ bit of sugar in youÂ
âwell done, noya.â you choked out feeling your dignity slowly fade in your chest
heâs just so enthusiastic and charming how can you be mean to him đĽş
to his face, at least
as soon as he leaves you beef about him to your friends
âhe is so annoyingly bodacious - audacious! why does he feel the need to show me all of his achievements like i care??? and why does he have to be so cute while doing it???â
âdo you think you maybe have a teeny-tiny crush on him?--â
ânever.â
nishinoya probably asks you out pretty casually like âlemme take you bowling this saturday and i can show how good i am at that too!â he offered with a bright, bold smile
âsure, whatever.â
âkay! itâs a date!â
âwut-â but before you could question him further, he sped off
nishinoya really likes to fluster and tease youÂ
youâll be sitting waiting for him at the park or whatever and heâll swagger in and shout something like âhowâs my gorgeous s/o doing today?! i hope you werenât waiting for me too long!--â
then youâll have to quickly shush him before everyone with a 7 feet radius is looking at you judgementallyÂ
he also likes to call you the most extra nicknames just to see you blush
âgood morning, my beautiful, divine, radiant god(dess) who i worship every morning of my life!~â he sung as he waltzed into your classroom to spend lunch with youÂ
but he only does that bc you are so dismissive of his advances lol
like if you openly adored his kisses and nicknames, heâd probably do them sparingly Â
oh and he calls you âmy hunny bunnyâ too - donât ask whyÂ
Satori TendĹ
you gave him your number/snap for a project and heâs one of those ppl that just assumes that yâall are friend now lol
but that wasnât nessicarily a bad thing bc you thought he was really cool and you were happy that you still got to talk to him even after the project was overÂ
not that youâd ever admit it tho (âšÚĄâš )
heâd send you cursed memes at 3AM and youâd reply like âmoodâ then heâd fall for youÂ
youâd also have random, deep convos in the middle of the nightÂ
hence he fell for you even harderÂ
especially bc he basically just shared his whole life story with youÂ
heâd spill out all his insecurities to you then youâd reply like âokâ then he knew he had to ask you out bc youâre the first person not to have left him on read
so he asked you to meet him in the park and youâd reply âno lol đ âÂ
then heâd just smile at his phone like âwow, theyâre so in love with meâ
heâs just so used to his friends being mean to him jokingly that he canât even tell if youâre being serious or not
so he goes to the park at the time he put forward, and ofc youâre there even though you said no bc you didnât want tendĹ to show up for nothing đĽş
he was ecstatic that you were there and he probably brought you an energy drink or lollipop then asked you out
and ofc you said yes
i mean- you had kinda developed a soft spot for the poor guyÂ
youâd let him get away with certain things that others couldnât around youÂ
for instance, youâd let him borrow your pencils/pens despite usually not allowing others to get ahold of your stuff
but that was just coz like- heâs your trustworthy bf- not some random classmate who had no reason or motive to be kind enough to return your pencilsÂ
also, youâd let him cut in front of you in the lunch line and he did the same for you
oh and please bully anyone who makes fun of him đ
#haikyuu x gender neutral reader#haikyuu x gn!reader#hinata shoyo x reader#yamaguchi x y/n#sugawara headcanon#nishinoya imagine#akaashi x you#tendou imagine#tendou fluff#akaashi headcanons#akaashi fluff#nishinoya headcanons#sugawara fluff#yamaguchi imagine#hinata x reader#tendou x you#akaashi x gender neutral reader#akaashi x y/n#sugawara x y/n#nishinoya x reader#hinata x y/n#nishinoya fluff#nishinoya x y/n#nishinoya x you#akaashi x reader#sugawara x reader#tendou scenario#tendou x reader#tendou x y/n
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distance - s.r. x gn!reader
Summary: idiots in love realize the truth after a bad date and some snooping through personal journals.
a/n: it's been a hot minute since I created any Spencer content so here you go! Thanks to all of you for your support on my first Aaron smut!!! Please leave any feedback or requests in my inbox I just love interacting with you guys<3
CW: jealous, unwanted sexual advances (just comments and words, a little bit of groping) idiots in love, snooping through journals, adorable fluff
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words: 1589
happy reading!
The date was a complete bust. While they had really tried to enjoy it, it wasnât like Y/N could ignore their rude tone, entitled attitude, and blatant disrespect for their boundaries. The guy had already tried to grope them three different times before they even got to the restaurant.
As their date progresses, Johnâs, or was it Jim, advances got more aggressive, making it clear to them that he only wanted one thing.
âWhy donât we just pay now and head back to my place?â His smirk curled unsettling across his face.
Y/N cleared their throat, fingers curling around the ends of their shirt in brace of the conversation. âIâm not sure I feel comfortable with that.â
His brows furrowed, smirk quickly dropping. âNot comfortable? Ugh, I know youâd be uptight.â
âExcuse me?â
âI agreed to go on this boring ass date, the least I can get is laid. But now youâre a fucking prude, after all this. Iâm leaving.â He threw his napkin on the table before pushing his chair back loudly and brushing past the table.
For a minute, Y/N sat there shocked, staring blankly at the now empty seat across from them. They looked around, making sure that their dateâs little explosion hadnât drawn the attention of the neighboring tables. A shaky sigh left their mouth, pulling cash from their wallet and leaving well enough for both meals.
Spencer wouldnât do this, they thought. Pain coursed through them, knowing he was the reason they agreed to this date in the first place. Spencer would be kind.
They reached for their phone, turning their car on and pulling out to get as far away from that place as possible.
âHello?â His voice echoed through the speaker of the phone.
âSpence,â their voice was soft and saddened. âCan I come over? Please?â
âI thought you were on a date.â He tried to keep the bitterness out of his voice, but wasnât sure how well he was doing it.â
Their voice was heavy, trembling with tears caught in their throat. âHe just wanted to get laid, Spence. Stormed out when I said no.â
Spencer Reid swore that he had never felt more anger than he had then. âHe did what?â
âCan I just come over, please? I- I donât wanna be alone.â
âOf course, Y/N/N,â he sighed, heart rate increasing with a new kind of panic. âDo you need me to come get you?â
âNo, Iâve got my car, Iâll be there soon.â They sighed, indignant of the evening behind them. âThank you, Spence.â
âOf course.â
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When his best friend (and secret love interest) had arrived at his door with remnants of tears tracking down their cheeks, Spencer immediately felt guilty for even being angry at them for going on a date.
They pushed forward, wrapping their arms around his waist and burying their head in his chest. He squeezed them, rubbing small circles on their back between their shoulder blades. His heart clenched as he felt their lungs stutter with tears. âShh, itâs okay. Youâre okay.â
He pulled them into his apartment, thumbs brushing excess tears off their cheeks before setting them on his couch. He darted off to the kitchen, pouring a cup of their tea he keeps handy before settling next to them on the worn letter.
âDo you want to talk about it?â He threw his arm over the back of the seat.
âHe called me a âfucking prude.ââ They sniffled into their mug. âSaid I was a boring date.â
Spencerâs hand clenched at his side in anger. âYou donât deserve that.â
They shook their head, settling the warm mug down on the coffee table. âMaybe heâs right, Spence.â
âWhat are you talking about?â
âI mean every relationship Iâve been in just ends with me getting left behind because theyâve grown tired of me.â
âY/N,â he took their hands in his, something he was only comfortable doing with a few people. âThose people didnât understand how amazing you were, and couldnât see what they were leaving behind.â
A weak smile was sent in his direction. âCome on, letâs distract you.â
The opening credits to Doctor Who were an oddly comforting sound as Y/N sunk further into Spencerâs couch and his side. Heart racing, as it always did when they cuddled (platonically), his arms tightened around them and prayed his heart wouldnât pound enough to disturb them.
An episode, or two passed, he wasnât really paying attention to the screen. Their breath had settled into a steady rhythm, both of their bodies shifting to lay on the couch. The soft pressure of the air leaving their mouth tickled the thin cloth of his t-shirt, lulling him into his own sleep.
The sunlight trickled through his curtains, awakening him to the presence that still laid on his chest. He shifted carefully, releasing them from his hold. He sighed peacefully, watching their undisturbed form continue to rest.
He shuffled quietly around the apartment, resuming his own morning routine as quietly as he could. He pulled his notebook out of his work bag, writing down his thoughts to un-jumble his mind as he sat at his kitchen counter. He left a sticky note on Y/Nâs phone, letting them know he went to grab food before retreating quietly out of the apartment.
When Y/N woke up, they noticed their best friendâs absence immediately, frowning at the possibility they had made him uncomfortable. Their spine elongated as they stretched from the rough support of the couch, taking account of their surroundings and the note that was left for them.
They were used to spending nights at Spencerâs honestly. Too many late nights talking, too many sleepovers. They found their way to the shower, washing off last nightâs emotions with an unexpected ease. However, they grabbed a t-shirt from Spencerâs closet, too tired to put on the fancy clothes they had on yesterday.
Y/N had yet to be by themself in Spencerâs apartment, always spending time with him whenever they were there. Yet now, they could properly look at his decor without fear that he would think there was judgement. The books that littered the apartment were the perfect amount of clutter, much like how Spencerâs mind usually seemed to be. Eventually, inevitably, their eyes found the journal.
They didnât mean to snoop, not really. But having your name written on a journal would draw anyoneâs curiosity. Y/Nâs heart pounded as they read the words over and over again.
I donât understand how anyone could treat Y/N the way that dick did last night. Why doesnât anyone see their beauty like me? I want them to be happy, even if itâs not with me.
They missed the sound of the apartment door unlocking. Or Spencer opening the door and crossing the threshold.
âHey I got your favorite-â He paused, eyes widening at the open journal he left on the counter.
âWhat are you doing?â Spencer rushed out in a panic as he closed the door to his apartment, stumbling onto the sight that caused his stomach to drop, and his grip to loosen on the pastry bag.
âWere you ever gonna tell me?â
âAre you wearing my shirt?â
âThatâs not the point, Spence.â
âY/N-â
âSpencer Reid, I have sat here for years, so hopelessly in love with you and I had to find out from a fucking open journal that you feel the same? How is that fair?â
Spencer took a step back in shock, with his hands falling aimlessly to his sides. âYou love me?â
âI mean even when you liked JJ I just sat there quietly because I knew that she was more important to you, but I wanted to scream every time I caught you look at her. And donât even get me started on the whole Emily thing because I love JJ but I swear Iâve never wanted to slap her more for hurting you that way because of course I care about you Spence, how could have not known that-â
And while Spencer had been in love with them, and the way they talked with their hands when they rambled, he needed nothing more than to shut them up. He smiled as he pressed his lips against theirs, their mumbled words fading into sighs as their kiss continued. His arms wrapped sweetly around their middle, enjoying the familiarity of his shirt of their body and pulling their body further into his. He pulled back when they couldnât breathe, and rested his head against theirs. âI love you, too, by the way.â
âHow could you not tell me?â They smiled, happy to be breathing the same air as him. He chuckled, squeezing them affectionately.
âHow could you not tell me? Y/N I just picked you up from a date.â
âWell, it was only an attempt to move on.â They laughed softly, combing their fingers through his curly mop. âHow long, Spence?â
âHmm?â His eyes had drifted closed, too peaceful to move.
âHow long have we been loving each other from a distance, Spencer? How long have we both been pining over something we could have had this whole time?â
âIâve been in love with you since you walked through the door.â
They giggled, looking into Spencerâs eyes. âWho knew you were such a sap. I expect you to let me read everything about me in that journal.â
He laughed, squeezing them tightening against his chest and pecking the side of their forehead. âYou wish.â
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Take Me to Funkytown!
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Yellow Temperance proves to be a great enemy to Jotaro. Without much of an aid there to assist the teen, he hasnât much of a choice but to fight for his life. After trying to burn and freeze temperance off of his finger, hope is lost. At least, until an odd individual dances their way into the fight. Ally or enemy? Temperance and Jotaro are unsure.
Jotaro x fem!Reader [Platonic One-shot]
Italics = the music
Word Count: 1,564 Warning(s): Violence, swearing, negligence, bit of social isolation, intense grooving, swearing again, gross horny man tries hitting on reader, I did not re-read __ Blame It on the Boogie! __
You were mostly just touring Singapore for your own personal reasons. You had nothing else to do and you got bored quickly. So, you packed your bags and left for Singapore. You had the essentials; clothes, personal hygiene products, and your Walkman cassette player and headphones. The flights over were smooth as could be. Not like you noticed much anyhow. Most of the time, you had your headphones on, listening to the several cassettes you also had brought in your bag. Since youâd left, youâd made 0 social interactions with other humans. That didnât bother you in the least. You didnât necessarily care much for making friends along the way. In fact, you dreaded when people would talk to you. They were annoying, quite frankly. So you would drown out the voices with your music. The only problem was that you would get sick of listening to the same songs over and over again. The perks of traveling were being able to try out new music from places around the world.
Your thoughts were mostly blank while you peered out of the train window at the city you were approaching. âHey pretty lady~!â
A manâs voice quickly pierced the air around you. But you couldnât hear him over your loud music. He noticed that quickly and took this as a sign to sit right next to you. âWhatâs a girl like you sitting all by yourself?â
You scooted away from him once you noticed he had sat next to you. Your smiling expression quickly turned into a frustrated one. You couldnât hear the man, but his presence alone made you uncomfortable. You became infuriated when you felt his hand remove your headphones. âCâmon girl, donât-â
You didnât let him finish as you summoned your Stand, and sent it lunging at the man. Your Stand, Aceâs Wand, representing the tarot card Ace of Wands, was a Stand with the form that could vary depending on your mood and the sounds in the air. With you angry without music, your Stand took on a horrifying form that you could barely comprehend. The noises it made as well were scary. All you could see was the body of the annoying man getting flung like a ragdoll. His body was crumpled like a piece of paper on the other end of the train.
You scoffed, grabbed your headphones, and returned to your position. Your music continued and your site seeing went on. Everyone was scared and confused as they surrounded the man in concern. âWonât you take me to Funkytown?â You bobbed your head to the beat while everyone whispered in a hushed and terrified tone.
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The train ride turned into a cableway ride. You sat in a cable car with a man, his kid, and their dog. The kid happily snacked on his popsicle as he enjoyed the view from the car. You were doing the same, except you were listening to your music instead of snacking on a popsicle. Looking out the window, you noticed a guy on a cylindrical shaped building that was tall enough to reach the height of the cable car. It was an odd sight for sure, you even gave him a confused squint. You noticed his sights landing on your cable car. You blinked a couple of times. Your eyes quickly widened when you saw him back up, then charge forth towards your car.
âOh shit!â You whispered loudly. The teen landed on the car and clutched to the side you had been viewing from. You noticed a purple figure emerge from him and rip the door off the car. Things only got weirder. The man peered at you, then turned his attention to the kid with the popsicle.Â
âHey kid, I am gonna need to use this.â The kid began to cry until the teen spoke again, âAlright, Iâll buy you a new popsicle when we reach the ground.â
The kid nodded, and the tall teen rose back to his height. Your headphones had been knocked off during the impact of the teen crashing into the car. You hardly noticed, even hearing the teen talk and hearing yourself talk. âWhoa! What an entrance! What the hell are you doing?â You blurted out.
âIs this your kid, lady?â The black haired teen asked.
âWhat? Hell no.â
âThen shut up and enjoy the view.â
Your brows furrowed at that statement. It was of annoyance, but then it turned into confusion when you noticed the yellow blob on the teenâs hand. Just what was going on? You could only ask this as the teen pressed the cold treat onto the yellow substance, wincing in pain in the process as the gross yellow jello spiked and stabbed into his hand. Things only escalated when another presence began to enter the cable car through the door that the teen had rudely ripped off. The presence was similar to the substance on the teenagerâs hand, except larger and with another person inside.
âCanât you get it through your thick skull?â The deep male voice spoke in a taunting manner that sent shivers down your own spine. âMy Stand, Yellow Temperance, is indestructible! No matter how much power you may have, you cannot beat my Stand!â
Well shit. It means youâve found yourself in a Stand battle. You found yourself even more infuriated than before on the train. The black haired teen referred to as Jotaro had ripped a pole from the car and tried to swing it at Yellow Temperance. It wasn't just Jotaro, though. It was his Stand, a large purple humanoid entity that was clearly fast and strong. Angered, you put on your headphones and stood up. It was as the Stand projected itself onto Jotaro and the cable car that things got weird.
Jotaro and the user of Yellow Temperance were now looking at you. Your expression was scrunched up and you could feel the heat rising. With the beat of your music, you had better control of your Stand. "Don't blame it on the sunshine!"
You moved with the rhythm and summoned your Stand without further comment. "Don't blame it on the moonlight."
"Holy shit!" Temperance's user yelled in horror as his eyes laid on your Stand. You could barely make that out with your music as loud as it is.
"What the hell!" Jotaro also exclaimed, but not as loud. Based on Temperance's reaction, it clued him in on the fact that you are clearly not with him. A relief, but also, you aren't with the Joestars.
"Don't blame it on the good times." Just as Temperance was about to latch onto you, you sent out your Stand first. "Blame it on the-!" "BOOGIE!" Your Stand screeched as it went up against the yellow Stand.
The enemy user only screamed as he witnessed your Stand vigorously and aggressively stabbing and digging through his sludge. Even while your Stand could make contact with his, it couldn't be said that the situation could be switched around. Your Stand's form was horrifying in itself, but the idea that his Stand with no weaknesses couldn't touch your Stand was just as terrifying.Â
Jotaro realized the opportunity he had now. The enemy had even panicked and removed his Stand from Jotaro. He wasn't even paying attention to Jotaro anymore. You knew why. The fear was overwhelming. You are the greater threat at the moment to him. You bore your eyes into Jotaro, telling him to make his move if he wants it. Your Stand was slowly making its way closer and closer to the user with its claws. Just as your Stand was about to make it to the enemy, with him sobbing, Jotaro used his Stand's fist to punch the user and knock him unconscious. Your Ace's Wand stopped mere inches away from The Temperance card holder. Your Stand emitted a sickly wheeze of laughter before being de-manifested. You were still grooving to the song, though.
"This magic music grooves me! That dirty rhythm moves me! The devil's gotten to me through this dance!"
Jotaro was unsure of how to communicate with you. That uncertainty was cleared up, though, when you yourself removed your ear buds and spoke.
"Hey! Jotaro right?" You chuckled, pointing at him. Jotaro nodded, knowing you had caught his name in the fight. "That was pretty cool. We should do that again sometime."
"What?" Is all Jotaro could murmur in confusion as response to your suggestion.
"I'm [Y/N] [L/N]." Your pointing finger turned into an open palm hand to shake Jotaro's. "I'm a Stand user, too. Not like.." You looked down at the unconscious and shirtless man at your feet. "...him, though. I'm cool, like you."
Jotaro hated women who fawned over him. Most of the female students who crowded him referred to him as "cool," as well. Hearing you say it, though, was different. It wasn't of lust or love like those ladies at school. It was of genuine friendship and curiosity.
"That's.. Great." Jotaro said, extending his hand out and shaking yours. "Hey, I have a questionâŚ"
"Go ahead and shoot!" You shook his hand and returned yours to your side.
"Could you join us on our mission to Egypt?" Jotaro is well versed in being blunt and very straightforward. Not that you would know that.
You paused and processed what he had said. " "Our...?" Mission..? Egypt!?"
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A/N: AAAA! This has been sitting in my docs for sooo long! I had no idea where to take it and how to end it. Finally figured it out though! Apologies if it seems rushed or half-assed. This one is very similar to the In With A Bang one-shot. Introducing a character in that fashion. Also, In With A Bang has reached over 100 notes!! That's fuckin bonkers! Please go give it a read if you haven't! I promise it's better than this one, lol!
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Not Prick | Tom Holland
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pairing - Tom x reader word count - 1,877 warnings - language A/N - for the anon who requested x
summary - A fan gets a little aggressive with Tom at the mall, and he takes it out on the wrong person. But heâs a good guy, and when he realizes his mistake, heâs determined to make up for it.
Tom was having a bad day. There was no rhyme or reason. He was just cranky and tired and wanted to be home. Instead, he was out at the mall with Harrison. Apparently his favorite store was having a sale, and Harrison wanted a new pair of shoes.
âWhy donât you just order them online?â Tom had asked as Harrison all but dragged him out of his apartment.
âI gotta try them on and make sure they look good,â the other argued. Tom rolled his eyes but agreed to go. Now, they were out, and Tom was regretting it.
By the time they got out of the store, they had been spotted by a bunch of fans. And Tom, being the nice guy he was, knew he had to stop and talk to them. He wasnât going to be the guy who brushes off fans and looks ungrateful. So he painted on his camera-ready smile and chatted with the people in the crowd.
It didnât take long for Tom to get a pounding headache. There were a lot of factors, he was sure. He was tired, he was cranky, and there were just way too many people around. Tom didnât usually get anxiety attacks, but when he already wasnât on his A-game, they kind of snuck up on him. Like now. He looked over at Harrison -who had fans of his own to meet- and locked eyes with him. Harrison could read the stress in his best friendâs eyes and started to try to come up with a way out of the situation.
âAlright, alright,â Harrison said with a light chuckle. âTom and I have gotta head out. It was so lovely meeting you all.â
A few people whined and tried to protest, but Tom and Harrison just awkwardly laughed it off.
âWhat a dick,â Tom heard someone say. âWe built his career, and he canât even have the decency to stay for a picture?â She scoffed. âI swear, some celebrities have the biggest fucking egos. Ungrateful prick.â
Tom. Snapped.
He turned around and locked eyes with the girl who had spoken.
Only it wasnât the girl who had spoken.
Your eyes grew wide when Tom stared at you, anger clear in his brown eyes. âI donât have any obligation to stand here and talk to you,â he said. âIâm not ungrateful. Iâm tired. Iâm overwhelmed. I donât always love leaving my house and getting followed by crowds of people. Itâs not normal. I didnât ask for this. So donât say shit like I have a big ego when you canât even begin to imagine what I go through when I step out my front door, alright?â
Tears came to your eyes immediately, and you had no idea what to say. The girl next to you -the one who had actually made the rude comments- was slowly backing away, afraid you would speak up in your defense. Instead, you just opened and closed your mouth a few times, then swallowed thickly. âIâm sorry,â you choked out. Tom just scoffed and rolled his eyes, and you turned and pushed your way past the crowd and to the nearest bathroom.
Your hands were shaking as you found a single-stall bathroom and locked it behind you, sinking to the floor and leaning your back against the door. You didnât care that you were sitting on the floor of a mall bathroom. If you stood up for too much longer, you were afraid your legs would give out.
Shit, shit, not right now. Not like this. Not here. Not. Here.
You didnât handle confrontation well. In fact, it was the number one trigger of your panic attacks. The first panic attack you ever remembered having was triggered by two boys from your high school getting in a screaming match in front of you. Their raised voices and angry eyes shook you, and you started crying. On the plus side, your anxiety attack stopped the boys from fighting because everyone was suddenly focusing on getting you to calm down and catch your breath.
So yeah. Confrontation of any kind was not your favorite.
You pulled your knees up to your chest and tried to focus on your breathing, but it was hard. You kept replaying the moment that had just happened in your head. Tom Holland -a legit famous person- just yelled at you in front of a crowd of people for something you didnât even do. How many people filmed it? Was your favorite celebrity going to remember you as the bitch who called him an ungrateful dick? You werenât the bitch who called him an ungrateful dick. Why couldnât you just defend yourself? Why did you have to shut down like that?
Breathe, breathe. Donât do this. Donât. Do. This.
Harrison ushered Tom away from the group of fans, noticing his fists clench in anger as he watched the girl run off. âWait, wait, Tom! Harrison!â
âOh, for fuckâs sake,â Harrison mumbled. He turned to find a girl jogging after them. âListen, we really-â
âNo, I know, I know,â she said. âI just, that girl you yelled at?â She was looking at Tom. âShe wasnât the one who said that stuff.â
Guilt settled in Tomâs stomach. âWhat?â he said.
âI saw the girl who actually said that,â she said. âIt wasnât that girl. I donât know either of them, but I just thought I should let you know. She seemed pretty shaken up, and I just-â She paused. âIâm not trying to make you feel bad or anything. I just didnât want you thinking the wrong girl was being a bitch. It, it-â She stuttered, feeling foolish suddenly. âThis probably doesnât matter at all, and I shouldâve just-â
âDid you see where she went?â
The girl furrowed her eyebrows at Tomâs question. âWhat?â she asked.
âThe girl,â he said. âThe one I yelled at? Did you see where she ran off to?â
âUh, the bathroom I think,â she said. âThe single stall down by Topman.â
Without any explanation, Tom jogged off in the direction of the bathroom in question. He heard Harrison calling after him, but he didnât stop or turn around. When he got to the bathroom, he paused, his fist inches from the door. Was this necessary?
Yes. Mum raised a gentleman. You were a prick, and you need to own up to it.
You sat up a little straighter when there was a knock at the bathroom door. âJust a minute!â you called. You stood up and quickly went to the mirror to clean any mascara that mightâve slid down your cheeks. You flushed the toilet and pretended to wash your hands for good measure, then opened the door.
On the other side was none other than Tom Holland.
You felt a lump grow in your throat again as you hung your head and tried to brush past him. âSorry,â you mumbled.
âWait, wait,â he said, reaching out to grab your forearm. You stopped and looked at him. He looked stressed, and his eyes were sad. He looked like a completely different person from the man who yelled at you ten minutes ago. âIâm sorry,â he said, releasing his hold on your arm. âSomeone told me you werenât the one who said those things.â You pressed your lips into a tight line and looked down at your shoes. âEven if you were,â Tom continued, âI shouldnât have snapped like that. I was out of line. I donât usually snap like that. Iâm sorry.â
âItâs fine,â you said, though your eyes were still trained on the floor.
Clearly, it wasnât fine. Tom wasnât dumb. He could see your slightly puffy eyes and the remains of mascara on your cheeks that you hadnât quite been able to wipe away. He had done that, and that wasnât okay. What had gotten into him?
âDo you like smoothies?â
This caused you to look up. âWhat?â you asked, your eyebrows furrowed.
âDo you like smoothies?â he repeated. âHarrison and I were going to grab some on our way home. Let me buy you one.â
âYou donât have to do that,â you said quickly, shaking your head.
âI want to,â he said. âConsider it an extended apology. And maybe proof that Iâm not a prick.â A small smile crept up your lips, and the sight made Tom do the same.
âOkay,â you said. âThat sounds nice.â
Tom nodded happily, and the two of you walked back over to where Harrison was standing and waiting. âSo whatâs your name?â Tom asked as the three of you walked to the parking garage.
â(Y/N),â you said.
âWell itâs nice to meet you,â he said.
You smiled. âYou too.â
Tom bought you a smoothie and invited you to stay and hang out with him and Harrison. Of course, you obliged. The three of you sat on the patio of the smoothie shop and had your drinks, chatting and laughing like old friends. They were both really easy to talk to, and you were quickly forgetting about the whole ordeal at the mall. Tom clearly felt horribly, and you knew it was all just a misunderstanding. Plus, everyone was allowed to have bad days. Even celebrities. You couldnât count the number of times you snapped at your friends or family because you were in a bad mood.
When you finished with your drinks, the boys offered to drive you home. You accepted, considering you had taken the bus to the mall. Maybe you were being naive, taking a ride from two boys you didnât know, but you highly doubted you were going to get kidnapped by Tom Holland and Harrison Osterfield. Again, maybe you were being naive.
But you gave them directions to your apartment, and you arrived unscathed. âLet me walk you to your door,â Tom said.
âOkay,â you said. You smiled at Harrison. âIt was nice to meet you.â
âYou too,â he said back. Tom walked you to your door with his hands shoved in his pockets.
âSo,â he said, âI just want to apologize again for what I said.â
âItâs really not a big deal,â you said. âI understand. Youâre allowed the occasional bad day. And to be fair, what that girl said was really rude. I get why you-â
Tom cut you off by placing a sweet kiss to your cheek.
You blushed and put your hand where his lips had been. âWhat was that for?â you asked with a shy smile. Tom held back a smile of his own and shrugged.
âI just think youâre sweet,â he said. âAnd I liked spending the afternoon with you.â
You laughed lightly. âI liked spending the afternoon with you, too.â
âCould I get your number maybe?â he asked, rubbing the back of his neck.
âYeah,â you said. âThatâs okay.â
You switched phones and exchanged numbers. When he handed yours back to you, you laughed at the name he put: Not Prick
âYou think youâll remember thatâs me?â he asked as you slid the phone in your pocket.
You nodded. âImpossible for me to forget.â
He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck again. âIâll text you, then.â
âOkay,â you said. âThanks again for the smoothie.â
âOf course,â he said. âMaybe next time itâll be dinner.â
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Donât Be Cruel
(Ler! Venti/ Lee! Xiao) Platonic
Summary: Venti has had enough of Xiaoâs aloof attitude and decides to seek manners into his own hands.
âUgh! I just hate that guy!â Venti squeals in frustration throwing away tonightâs dinner.
âWell, the almond tofu you made was disgusting.â Aether couldnât help but make a face.
The bi color haired boy threw a small dinner party for Chongyun and his boyfriend Xiao. He spent days studying the different types recipes and ingredients of Almond tofu hoping to cook it right to Xiaoâs taste. Though the raven thought otherwise spitting the food back onto the plate and dumping it in the trash can.
âBut he didnât have to be rude about it!â Venti snaps crossing his arms against his chest. âThere were other times he was mean to me too! Like how he doesnât wait for me whenever we get assigned to do missions together and how he sometimes shoves me whenever Iâm in his way. I donât get what Chongyun sees in that asshole.â
âI think youâre just overreacting, sweetie.â Aether smiles at his friend placing his hands on his shoulders.
âI want to get back at him so bad.â Venti clenches his fists pulling away from Aetherâs grasps.
âThatâs it!â The bi color haired boy shrieks as a light bulb flashes in his head. âIâm going to torture him! Yeah!â
âUm, youâre not going to actually hurt him right?â Aether gives the other a hopeful look.
âNo, Iâm just going to make him suffer in a way he hasnât before.â Venti smirks holding his hands behind his back walking into his room to commence his plan.
Hey, can you get Xiao to wear that one outfit where itâs like heâs wearing overalls and a crop top? Venti texts Chongyun the following morning.
Why?????? The blunette responds a couple seconds later confused by the bi color haired boyâs intentions.
I just think he looks snazzy in it. Please! Venti makes up the quickest excuse without sounding like a complete idiot.
Fine, I will try. Is all the blunette texts back and Venti hopes Chongyun goes through with the plan.
The bi color haired boy runs across a certain unlucky friend in Mondstat.
âHey Benny!â Venti smiles at the white haired boy.
âOh hey!â
âSo like youâre strong, arenât you?â He questions raising an eyebrow at the other.
âUm sure, I think so? What do you need?â Bennett taps his chin glancing up at the sky.
âI need you to help me with something. All you have to do is hold my target down while I torture him.â An evil smirk crawls onto Ventiâs face and Bennett backs away with horror.
âI canât help commit a murder sorry.â
âNo, no! Itâs not the kind of job you think it is!â Venti grips Bennettâs wrists not wanting to lose sight of him.
âCan I at least have some more information?â
âI just want to tickle Xiao but you canât tell anyone.â Venti holds a finger up to Bennettâs lips.
âXiao? Why him? To be honest, I think heâs the hardest to break. He doesnât smile at all and I doubt he knows how to laugh.â Bennett tilts his head like a dog not understanding Venti.
âCause heâs an asshole that needs to be taught a lesson! Now are you going to help me or what?â The bi color haired boy impatiently taps his foot.
Bennett agrees to be of Ventiâs service as they meet up with Xiao for their mission.
âWhy are you here?â The raven stares up at Bennett with a sharp glare.
âOh uh erm Venti asked me to tag along. In case any of you guys need healing.â Bennett chuckles rubbing his arm, hoping not to reveal too much of Ventiâs plan.
âWe donât need your healing.â Xiao scoffs at the white haired boy before turning on his heel.
âI see what you mean now.â Bennett whispers to the other giving Xiao the side eye.
Venti couldnât help but notice the bare skin on Xiaoâs lower back as they walk behind him. He wondered how much the blunette begged for Xiao to wear the said outfit.
âWhen I say the time is right, I want you to tackle him.â Venti whispers to the white haired boy watching Xiao stroll far past ahead of them.
âI donât want him to hurt me.â Bennett pouts at the bard.
âHe wonât. I promise, just trust me.â Venti shakes his head catching up to the raven.
They find their designated group of Hilichurls they needed to defeat by a shipping port.
âYou go first.â Xiao nudges Venti on the shoulder.
âWhy me?â Venti cowers holding his arms above his head.
âSo you can suck up all the enemies together while your weird friend and me will finish them.â The raven explains to the other and Venti lets out a sigh knowing he was right.
âWeird?â Benett raises an eyebrow at Xiao wondering what he did to deserve that title.
The bi color haired boy launches a wind current towards the oblivious hilichurls gathering them in a tornado. Both Bennett and Xiao Storm towards the enemies not even giving them a chance to stand or process what was happening.
âI think thatâs the fastest we ever took down a mob.â Venti comments skipping towards the two boys.
âIâm out of here since the job is done.â Xiao holds up a hand strolling the other way.
âWhat!? No, you canât go! Letâs hangout! The three of us.â Venti links arms with the raven and Xiao groans trying to get out of his grasp.
âI can think of a hundred reasons why we shouldnât.â He sends Venti a cold look.
Now. Venti mouthed to the white haired boy and Bennett lunges at Xiao wrapping his arms around his waist as they tumble to the grass.
âGet off me! What is wrong with you?!â Xiao shouts underneath Bennettâs weight trying to shove him off.
âYouâre gonna get a taste of your own medicine.â Venti giggles at the struggling raven before handcuffing his wrists and that was Bennettâs cue to let go of the other.
âYou better tell me whatâs going on or Iâm going to rip your head off.â Xiao growls at the bard. If looks can kill, Venti would be dead by now.
âJust some cold revenge.â Venti cracks his knuckles slowly trailing his fingers along Xiaoâs bare sides.
âHey! Stop that!â The raven couldnât help but crack a small smile flinching from Ventiâs touch.
âAww, does someone have sensitive sides?â The bi color haired boy teases playfully squeezing at Xiaoâs waist.
An abrupt squeal escapes Xiaoâs lips trying to face away from Venti though the bi color haired boy continues to tickle his bare sides.
âYou should hold his legs so he doesnât kick me.â Venti orders to Bennett as Xiao kept flailing his legs all over the place hoping to escape.
âOw!â The white haired boy yelps falling onto his back after Xiao had struck him across the face with his boot. For such a small body, the raven had a powerful hit.
âNever mind! Hold his arms above his head.â Venti ordered glancing at the Bennettâs bloody nose and the white haired boy huffs under his breath.
âLet go of me!â The fiesty raven struggles under Bennettâs hold, even with handcuffs, the white haired boy can barely keep up with Xiao. They honestly needed another person for help.
Xiaoâs aggressive twisting and turning comes to halt when the bi color haired boy digs his fingers into his bare armpits. With Bennett holding his arms, the poor raven was defenseless at this point. Xiaoâs giggling and squealing fills the atmosphere and Venti didnât know the stoic raven could make these kinds of sounds.
âAhaha! Please stop!â
Venti scratches at a delicate patch of skin near Xiaoâs hip bones making the raven cry.
âYouâre gonna have to beg harder than that.â The bi color haired boy gives him a smug look shaking his head continuing to tease the flesh below his waist.
The raven was a laughing mess, too weak from laughter to pull away from Bennett.
âDonât you think heâs had enough?â Bennett questions in between Xiaoâs squeals watching Venti squeeze at Xiaoâs lower ribs.
âWe havenât even gotten to the good part.â Venti rolls his eyes at the white haired boy and Bennet couldnât help but feel sympathy for Xiao.
âNo, no, please not there.â Xiao lets out a whine that makes Venti almost emit a wave of guiltiness. No, this is what he wants you to do.
âWow, please two times in a row? Maybe you can be nice!â Venti jokes at the crying raven as his fingers reach dangerously close to the ravenâs abdomen.
A shriek escapes from Xiaoâs lips feeling Ventiâs fingers flutter across his tummy and Bennett grows startle at Xiaoâs vigorous writhing.
âHold him.â Venti bosses at Bennett who almost lost grip of Xiao.
âArgh, heâs strong.â Bennett hisses doing his best to contain Xiaoâs flails.
âIâll be nice ahaha I promise.â Xiao wheezes in between laughter though Venti seems skeptical of the ravenâs intentions.
âIâm not totally convinced yet. How do I know youâll change once I let you go?â Venti raises an eyebrow before squeezing the sides of the ravenâs tummy with his thumbs and Xiao squeals arching his back.
âIâll change!â He fights back once again though Bennett was prepared to keep him still not wanting to make Venti furious.
âHmmm, youâre not going to be mean to me anymore?â Venti playfully hums loving the reaction of Xiao begging and hollering when he dips a finger in his navel.
âI wonât! I swear!â Xiao whimpers as a tear rolls down his cheek.
Venti finally gets off of the raven letting Xiao catch his breath.
âCan you take this off me?â The raven quietly asks feeling embarrassed. âPlease?â
âWhy, certainly!â Venti giggles getting on his knees uncuffing Xiao.
âSorry about your nose.â Xiao apologizes to Bennett refusing to look him in the eye.
âOh itâs fine, it stopped bleeding.â Bennett smiles shaking the other off.
âHey Xiao, youâre pretty cute when your smiling. I see why Chongyun likes you now.â Venti taunts the raven pondering how long this kind facade will last.
âErm, thanks.â Is all the raven says as a small blush appears on his pale cheeks.
The boys part ways, Xiao going back to Wangshu inn and Venti and Bennett to Mondstat.
âDo you think heâll stay that way?â Bennett curiously asks the bi color haired boy on the walk towards the city.
âSomething tells me he will.â Venti throws his head back as a evil chuckle escapes his lips.
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Book: Open Heart
Warning: So sweet your dentist would be concerned Rating: General Pairing: Bryce x F!MC Word count: 6500+ Authorâs note: I finally wrote something that isnât angst and oh god is it long. I spent so much time on this so please please consider reblogging and let me know what you thought of it, and maybe check out my masterlist while youâre at it.
1.
There was truly no better way to start off senior year than arriving late to her first class.Â
In her defense, she had left the house early. For once in her life, she was actually going to be early to school. She was so proud of herself, and was so certain that she had extra time that she allowed herself to stop at a drive-thru and get a drink as a reward to herself. Everything was going according to plan.Â
That is, until the lady in the car in front of her decided she wasnât pleased with her order and made the barista redo it; and to make sure he didnât mess up her order a second time, the barista was extra careful. And extra slow.Â
She groaned as she watched the time tick pass minute by minute. Just her luck.Â
She watched the barista hand the drink to the lady in front and breathed a sigh of relief. Yet, the car didnât move, not a single inch. The drink was already in her hand, but the lady just had to continue to talk with the barista.Â
She cursed under her breath and banged her head on the steering wheel in frustration. She mustâve been more aggressive than she was expecting, because her horn went off, and loudly at that.
She jumped back in shock at the noise. The lady poked her head out of her car window and immediately began lecturing her on how rude she was being. At least, thatâs what she assumed she was saying, she really couldnât hear her with her windows rolled up. She bit her lip, gave a little wave, and mouthed an apology.
Eventually, the lady finished her rant and left the drive-thru. She got her drink, no longer a reward and more of a consolation, and sped to school.
There werenât any other students in the parking lot by the time she got there, only a reminder of just how late she was. Shoving all her things back inside her backpack, she locked the door and hurried into the building.
Of course, her first class just had to be with Mr. Anderson. Any other teacher would have just let her tardiness slide, but not him, never him. She opened the door to his classroom, and any conversation that had been going on stopped.Â
More than a dozen pairs of eyes turned their attention to her, and she wanted to melt into the floor right then and there.Â
âNice of you to finally join us,â Mr. Anderson addressed her. He narrowed his eyes at the nervous student, leaning against his desk as he sized her up, âif youâre done being a distraction to my class, Iâd appreciate it if you would take a seat.
She swallowed roughly and nodded. He went back to lecturing the class on how his classes would be conducted, and she did her best to find a seat as quietly as she could. Instinctively, she made her way over to where her friends were sitting.
Bryce moved his backpack off the desk next to him and quietly whispered, âI saved you a seat.âÂ
She gave him a grateful smile and mouthed back a âthanksâ.
Sienna leaned forward, âAnderson really wasnât amused with you, huh?â
âI swear he hates me,â she insisted.
Bryce rolled his eyes, âhe doesnât hate you, Boo.â
âBryce is right,â she said, âeveryone knows he just hates women,â she stressed the last part with exaggerated disgust.
2.Â
Late-night study sessions had evolved to become code for hanging out at Dannyâs house and messing around.Â
Sienna was dating Danny, so naturally, she had become friends with him and his friends by association. Sienna, Aurora, and her were actually trying to study. Danny and Elijah were discussing the school football teamâs chances of winning their next game, and Jackie and Bryce were in the kitchen getting snacks and undoubtedly bickering about something completely irrelevant.Â
âOkay, Sienna,â Aurora held up a flashcard, âwhat can you tell me about the defenestration of Prague?âÂ
âUh, people were thrown out of windows for fun?â She replied, barely having read that chapter of the textbook.
âNo- well, actually, I suppose youâre technically not completely wrong.â
She let her body fall back against the back of the couch and closed her eyes. If she had to stay there any longer, she wouldâve thrown herself out the window.Â
It wasnât that she didnât want to hang out with her friends, it was just that after a long day of school, she wasnât exactly thrilled to spend more time with the people she had already spent most of the day with.Â
âSorry Iâm late, I just spent the better part of the last hour trying to explain to a group of freshmen that I wonât be dating or teaching âmy waysâ to any one of them,â he shuddered dramatically as he walked into the living room where everyone was.
âAh yes, I almost forgot I was friends with the Bryce Lahela,â she said overdramatically.
He rolled his eyes but decided to amuse her nonetheless, âwhat can I say, Iâm just clearly superior.â
She scoffed but refused to dignify him with any further response. Instead, she closed her eyes and pretended she was back at home under her warm, soft covers.Â
âI brought you food.â
That caught her attention. Cautiously opening an eye to see if he was telling the truth, she was met with the sight of him holding up a bag of fast food that he must have picked up on his way over. She couldnât help the growing smile on her face as she sat upright.Â
âFor me?â She asked.
âOf course, Munchkinâ he handed the bag over to her, âyou skipped lunch to finish up the science project you were behind on and Iâm certain you havenât gotten around to eating anything yet,â he said confidently.
She happily pulled an order of large fries out of the bag, âhave I ever told you how amazing you are, Bryce?â
He smiled, ânot often enough.â
âWell, you are. So amazing.â
She had just finished the fries and was looking through the back to see what else he had gotten her when Danny called out to her.
âWhat are your thoughts on Rafael?â He asked.
âAveiro?â
âYep.â
She tilted her head, âheâs okay, pretty cute. Why?â
âHe told me he likes you, even wanted me to ask if you were single?â Danny said nonchalantly.
Sienna immediately got invested and joined in on the conversation, âshe is very single, and I for one think they would be a great couple!â
She could feel her cheeks begin to heat up, and suddenly she found the hardwood floors very interesting, âI donât knowâŚhe actually likes me?â
âThatâs what he told me,â Danny replied, âcan I give him your number?â
She weighed her options before giving a careless shrug, âYeah, why not?âÂ
âYou and Rafael? I knew this day would come,â Aurora commented.
âOkay, weâve talked about this long enough. We need to study,â she insisted, pulling out her textbook.
âIâd rather not fail this test,â Bryce agreed.
Everyone begrudgingly went back to their previous activities, and Bryce took that opportunity to fill up the space next to her on the couch. She flipped through pages of her textbook before coming to a stop. She passed the textbook to Bryce and pointed to a large picture on the page.
âThis oneâs my favourite,â she said.Â
âWanderer above the Sea of Fog,â he read, âyouâre a fan of Caspar David Friedrich?â
She shrugged, âI guess Iâm just a fan of the Romantic moment in general. Everything was so creative and beautiful. I just think itâs crazy how this painting holds so much emotion.â
Bryce frowned, looked at the painting, then back at her, âit certainly is romantic.â
She gave the painting one last look before she began flipping through the pages of the textbook again. Bryce watched her curiously as she read over the vocabulary words for that week. After a while, he decided to say what was on his mind.Â
âSo,â he broke the silence, âyou and Rafael, huh?â
âYeah,â suddenly, the furry carpet on the floor looked beyond interesting, âI used to have a crush on him in middle school, remember?â
His mouth broke out into a smile, âSienna and I used to tease you about it all the time! No wonder youâre so bad at chemistry,â he joked.Â
âI happen to be pretty extraordinary at chemistry, thank you very much.â
âHm, I think that botched experiment that nearly killed Mrs. Durnam tells a very different story,â he said, and she playfully punched his arm.Â
âSheâs still alive, isnât he? Plus, you were the one who didnât make me double-check!â
He had an amused look on his face, âkeep telling that to yourself, babe.â
3.
He was tired, the sheets were too hot. It had been a long day, his body was exhausted. The air in his bedroom was too cold, his mind was tired, too. If he would just close his eyes and stop thinking, heâd be asleep in mere minutes. Now the sheets were hot again, so he kicked them off. Then the air was too cold, so he pulled the sheets over him again. Not thinking ironically proved to be harder than perceived. Go then if you must, but remember, no matter how fooli- damn it, Sophocles, damn your terribly beautiful words.
Bryce threw the covers onto the other side of the bed and sat up. He wasnât going to get much sleep that night no matter how hard he tried, anyway, no need to lie to himself. He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, if there even had been any sleep in the first place.
There was no doubt that he was tired both mentally and physically. But emotionally? His heart was eternally restless when it came that. He crossed his room and sat down at the expensive wooden desk, fully accepting that getting any rest that night was no longer a viable option.
The bright light from his computer was a harsh contrast to the darkness of the room, but his eyes adjusted soon enough. Bryce didnât even know what he was doing on his computer in the middle of the night.Â
But his subconscious knew. His fingers opened up the application and started scrolling. No, no, yes. God, no. yes, definitely, perfect. And that went on for an hour or so, though Bryce wasnât exactly keeping track of time. Heâd be near-dead at sunrise, but he wasnât going to get any sleep until he finished.Â
When he actually did finish, he smiled contentedly to himself. A wave of calmness washed over him, and before he knew it, he was face down and lost in his dreams asleep.
He looked terrible the next morning. Well, as terrible as Bryce Lahela could look. He still dressed as great as always, even styling his hair with a little more volume than usual. He was still sharp as ever in class, but anyone who really knew him could tell that he was a total mess.Â
âHey, you okay?â She asked during lunch in Mr. Jerichoâs classroom (He had been kind enough to let a bunch of teenagers spend lunch in his class; the cafeteria just wasn't cool enough for them).
âHuh? Yeah, Iâm fine.â
She cocked her head to one side, âno you arenât, spill.â
âDonât worry about me. I actually have a little something for you,â Bryce fished his phone out of his pocket.
âYou have something for me?â
âSending it now. AaaandâŚ...check your phone!â
She raised an eyebrow and cautiously unlocked her phone to look at the text he had sent to her.
âSophocles and Serotonin,â she read off her phone, â what is this?âÂ
âI made you a playlist of songs that I thought youâd like.â
âSeriously?â A smile emerged on her lips, and Bryce couldnât help himself but to reflect it, âWhen did you even have the time for this?â
He shrugged nonchalantly, âI happened to have free time last night.â
âWith Mr. Anderson's early deadlines? I smell a steaming hot pile of bullshit, Lahela,â She looked up at him, a teasing lilt prominent in her tone, âI appreciate the playlist even more now that I know you took the time out of your night to make it. Thank you, Bryce.â
She leaned forward on the desk she was seated on and pressed a kiss to his cheek. He froze like a deer in headlights, and if she noticed, she definitely didnât say anything. He compiled himself back together before she could notice that his usual smirk wasnât as smug as it usually was, and leaned back against the desk behind him in an attempt to look cool.Â
âSo, whatâre you doing after school?â He asked in his best casual voice.Â
âRafael and I are going to see a movie.â
âThatâs actually still a thing?â
She shot him a look that made him raise his hands up in surrender, âYes, itâs still a thing. Heâs a good guy, I really like him.âÂ
âBut is he good enough for you?â He crossed his arms, eyes not leaving hers. It wasnât that Bryce didnât like Rafael. Rafael was great, but no guy would ever be good enough for his best friend.Â
âHe is,â She said with an eye roll, âwhy do you care anyway?â
âJust looking out for you, Sweetheart.â
âI can take care of myself perfectly fine, Scout.â
His eyebrows shot up his forehead, an impressed look across his face, âtrust me, I know.â
4.Â
Summer felt like an eternity ago, when in reality, it had been less than two months ago The yellow-orange leaves and updated Starbucks menu was enough to convince anyone that it was already October.Â
It took a lot of sweet-talking and a tiny bit of bribery to convince Bryce to attend the Homecoming football game, but with Siennaâs assistance, she eventually got him to cave. She wanted him there, but more importantly, she wanted him to give her a ride there.Â
Of course, she could have taken her own car, but she would much rather not waste her own gas when she could take advantage of his instead. It wasnât like it mattered to him, his parents paid for his car, insurance, and gas anyway. Plus, the seat warming function in his cushy Mercedes Benz was a huge incentive.
She spent most of the ride over to the stadium raving over the seat warmers, and he spent most of the ride making fun of how obsessed she was with said seat warmer. Eventually, they parked outside and paid for the entrance fees.Â
âItâs kinda co-â before she could even finish her sentence remarking the cold weather, Bryce handed her a comfy looking (and feeling) sweatshirt. She looked down at the maroon sweatshirt, then back at him, her mouth slightly ajar, âYou brought an extra sweatshirt for me? I didnât even ask.â
âYou didnât need to,â he shrugged.Â
She put on the sweatshirt and stared at him with wide eyes. Bryce glanced at her, bit the inside of his lip, then shook his head, âDonât go thinking I care about you or anything now, Lovey. I couldnât have you taking the sweatshirt Iâm wearing, then Iâd freeze up.Â
She looked up at him with a smug grin on her face that made him regret bringing her the sweatshirt in the first place, âYeah? Is that really all it was?â
âYes, thatâs all, Sunshine,â he did his best to act all annoyed by her questioning, but instead found it endearing in the end.Â
It took him a moment, but eventually, he came up with a half-decent excuse, âbesides, you know my grandma would kill me if she knew I let you freeze. I swear, sometimes it seems like she loves you more than she loves me.â
âThatâs because she does,â she pointed it out like it was the only possibility, âcan you blame her? Iâm funny and adorable. Youâre just a grumpy old man that I had to drag to this game.â
âThatâs it. Take the sweatshirt off, I hope you freeze,â he said with the dirtiest look he could muster and she had the audacity to throw her head back and laugh.
She reached into her bag, and after digging around, she pulled a five-dollar bill out of her wallet. Thrusting the money into Bryceâs hand and pushing him in the direction of the concession stand, âhere, go get some popcorn for us. Maybe then you wonât be so irritable once you get some food in you, Iâll find us some good seats.â
Bryce grumbled something about âyouâre irritableâ but nonetheless ventured off towards the concession stand.Â
She climbed the steps up the stadium and immediately found Sienna and Danny sitting in the student section, all decked out in their school colours and face paint. Sienna greeted her with a warm hug.Â
Pulling back, Sienna took note of what she was wearing, âis that Bryceâs?â
She looked down at the Stanford sweatshirt she had wrapped around herself, âOh yes, itâs pretty comfortable, actually.â
Sienna pursed her lips and mulled over the new information, âWhatâs going on between the two of you?â
âWhat do you mean? Weâre friends,â she shrugged.
âAnd Bryce knows that?â She paused, âDo you know that?â
She narrowed her eyes at Sienna, âYes, of course I know that. Iâm dating Rafael now, okay? Bryce and I have always just been friends, and that's all weâll ever be.â Sienna nodded her head, âOkay, okay. If you say so, I believe you. I just donât want anyone to get hurt, I care about both of you.â
âThere arenât any feelings between Bryce and I, donât worry,â she said, but those words didnât leave her mind for the rest of the night.
5.Â
Bryce had spent a significant amount of the week dreaming about the coffee and cookie dough ice cream that was waiting for him in the freezer.
It was his favourite flavour, and there was just enough left in the carton for one last bowl of that sweet sweet goodness of a food. He had promised himself that he wouldnât eat the last of it until he really deserved to. After spending his afternoon being productive and studying for the test he had tomorrow, he decided that he finally earned that delectable bowl of unhealthy but utterly delicious caramel-colored ice cream.Â
He made his way down to the kitchen, humming an upbeat tune and sliding across the smooth marble floor in his most comfortable pair of socks. Bryce had made it all the way to the freezer, barely moments away from the compartment holding his currently most prized possession when a hasty knock at the front door stopped him in his tracks.
He paused. He was oh so close to getting to his ice cream; maybe it was just a delivery? He debated answering the door or ignoring it and getting the ice cream first. He was starting to lean towards just going for his bowl of ice cream when there was a knock at the door again. With a scowl on his face, he abandoned the freezer and any hope for happiness he had left and made his way to the front door.
âHey, what are you doing here?â He said in surprise when he saw who was standing at her doorstep.
âI didnât know who else to go to. Siennaâs out with Danny, and Aurora and Jackie arenât good in situations like this,â she spoke quietly and sniffled in between sentences, trying not to let any more tears fall down her cheek, âsorry, I just-â
He interrupted her by pulling her into the darkening sky and into his house and arms. She melted into his touch and gripped his shirt tightly as she hugged him back.Â
âWhat happened?â he asked softly, rubbing circles into her back with his thumbs.
âRafael and I broke up.â
Bryce sighed softly and rested his chin on her head. He bit his lip and weighed the options in front of him, before he came to a reluctant conclusion. He pulled away just enough so that he could look her in her teary bloodshot eyes.
âI think this is the part where we break out the ice cream.â
She offered him a slightly trembling smile, âice cream couldnât hurt.â
He led her to the kitchen and began digging through the freezer while she hopped onto the counter beside him. He hid a frown from her while in the process of pulling the nearly empty carton of coffee and cookie dough ice cream out of the freezer.
âYou wanna tell me what happened?â Bryce asked, retrieving a bowl from one of the cabinets.
âIt wasnât even a bad break up,â Despite her words, she still wiped at her tears using the sleeves of her shirt, âwe mutually agreed that it was best for both of us.â
âYeah?â
She nodded, âheâs just...not the one, I guess.â
Bryce felt something twist and turn in his stomach, and he knew it wasnât right to be happy when his friend was so miserable, but he was anyway. He did his best to hide the smile that wanted to form at the corners of his mouth, âIâm sorry, Cupcake.â
She laughed, âCupcake?â
He rolled his eyes, but the grin on his face remained, âIâm trying something new, okay? Running out of nicknames.â
She couldnât help but match his infectious smile, âyouâre not gonna have any ice cream?â she asked as he passed her the bowl.
âNah, not in the mood for it,â he lied.
6.Â
âDid you get enough sleep last night, Hon?â She was already in mid-yawn when he had asked the question.
She held a hand over her mouth and nodded, âyeah, Iâm fine. Why?â
âYou look terrible.â
She scowled at him, âwow, just what a girl wants to hear. Anyone ever tell you youâre one hell of a charmer, Lahela?â
âYouâd be surprised, actually,â he gave her a teasing smile, âso whoâs the cause for your sleepless night?â
âNapoleon Bonaparte.â She made an emphasis on the textbook in her hands, âWhyâd I ever let you convince me to take an AP class with you?â
âBecause you so desperately enjoy spending time with me?â
âNah, thatâs not it.â
âOuch,â Bryce held a hand over his heart, âyou really stayed up late studying for the quiz?â
âSome people have to study, okay? Not everyone is as gifted as Bryce flippinâ Lahela.â
âFlippinâ? Really?â He stifled a laugh.
âWeâre at school, gotta keep it PG,â she shrugged, âso yeah, I stay up and study sometimes. High schoolers arenât supposed to get a normal amount of sleep, itâs not a big deal.â
âYeah, well, sometimes I worry about you.â
She tilted her head to the side and gave him a small smile, âyou donât need to worry about me, Bry.âÂ
âBelieve me, if I could just shut it off, I would. Look, Iâll make you a stack of flashcards next time so you can get more sleep.â
She was about to say something in response when her phone rang in her pocket, âI should get this.â
She went out into the hallway to answer the call, and Bryce turned back to his lunch, not even bothering to hide his growing smile.Â
âBryce.â
He jumped at the sound of a voice and turned to see Sienna sitting at the desk across from him. Had she been listening to them the whole time? He had completely forgotten she was there; a fact he certainly wasnât about to share with her.Â
âYes, Sienna?â
âDo you have a crush on her?â
Bryce blinked a few times, certain that he hadnât heard Sienna right, âExcuse me?
Sienna rolled her eyes, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, âYou heard me right. Iâm not blind, Bryce. I see the way you look at her when you think no one is focusing. Do you have a crush on her?â
âThatâs ridiculous, whereâd you even get the idea from?ââ He made a face like he was disgusted by the very thought of it.Â
âOh, I dunno, you just do whatever it takes to make her happy. Not to mention that you have a different pet name for her every time I see you two, seems pretty affectionate to me, Bryce.â She did always have a talent for laying out the facts.
âWeâve been friends since before I could remember, of course I care about her. And so what if I have a nickname for her? It doesnât mean anything.â
âItâs not like you have a nickname for anyone else.â
âI call you...Si...all the time,â he paused to rethink what he just said, âI have a nickname for everyone.âÂ
âWe both know thatâs a load of B.S, are you really telling me that you donât like her?â
âI donât like her,â and it wasnât an exact lie, because the feelings he had for her had progressed far beyond liking.Â
7.Â
âThereâs nothing people appreciate more than a hand-made gift, right?â She said and pulled out a ball of azure coloured yarn.
Bryce crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back against a wall, âSure, except maybe a nice Rolex or a new car.â
She gave him a look, âI donât know what it is about me that makes you think I can afford a Rolex or a new car. Iâm an unemployed high school student, my only income comes in the form of birthday cards from my grandparents.â
âWell, Iâm sure Sienna will love the scarf you make for her.â
âYeah, how hard could it be?â She muttered and stared blankly at the mess of strings in her lap.
His eyes widened a little, âWait, youâre telling me youâve never crocheted before?â
âI'll get the hang of it soon enough,â she pulled up a beginners guide on YouTube, and five minutes later, she had a knotted pile of yarn in her hands. She huffed in frustration and began to aggressively pull at the yarn.
âLet me help you.â
âYou? Know how to knit?â She raised a skeptical eyebrow at him.Â
Bryce rolled his eyes, sitting next to her and taking the âscarfâ out of her hands, âThis is crocheting. You donât even use knitting needlesâ
âApologies. And how do you even know how to crochet?âÂ
âI may or may not have taken lessons a couple summers back to impress Alisson Rivers?â He admitted, quickly untangling her âprogressâ and began to expertly thread the loops of yarn together. He held up his work to her once a pattern had begun to form, âbeing incredibly sexy has its perks,â he jokingly winked at her.Â
âI hate that youâre good at everything.â
He snorted and gently began to move the work into her hands for her to finish the rest, âNot everything, maybe just most things.â
âYeah, yeah, whatever,â She waved him off, now laser-focused on the project in front of her and determined to get it right that time. Bryce gave her tips and advice every once in a while, but for the most part, he let her work on it by herself. She was a fast learner.Â
âSweethea-â Bryce cut himself off, remembering the conversation he had with Sienna earlier. He cleared his throat, âyouâre never gonna get it like that.â
She looked up at him with furrowed brows, âWhat?â He swallowed roughly and shook his head, âItâs nothing. Just...youâre going to wanna pull the yarn a little tighter or itâs all going to unravel before youâre even finished.â
âOh,â She gave him a thankful smile, âthanks, Bryce.â
8.
It was almost 2 in the morning, and she knew that getting any more than four of sleep was out of the equation at that point. She wasnât exactly trying very hard to sleep. She had tried to refresh her Instagram feed maybe two dozen times now, but it wasnât as if anyone was going to post in the middle of the night. And even so, Instagram was doing a fairly poor job at keeping her mind distracted.Â
Sighing out in frustration, she threw her body back onto her bed with a loud sigh. She wrinkled her nose and finally caved in to her temptations, navigating to the facetime app on her phone. Hesitating one last time, she tapped his contact with her thumb. The phone began to hum as she waited for him to pick up.Â
âHey, Bry. I know itâs late,â she said when he finally answered the phone. She frowned when he realised he was still rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, âsorry, did I wake you up?â
âNo, no. I couldnât sleep anyway,â replied his groggy and raspy voice.Â
âI know youâre lying, Bryce. Donât worry about it, go back to sleepâ
âI was already up.â
âNo, you werenât. Itâs really fine, donât let me bother you.
He stopped rubbing his eyes and looked at her firmly through the camera, âMaybe I was asleep, but Iâm up now, arenât I? Donât worry about waking me up. Besides, Iâd much rather be talking to you.â
She pursed her lips, giving him a doubtful look. He was too polite to ever tell her if she was bothering him. She couldnât tell if he genuinely wanted to talk to her, or if he was too courteous to tell her otherwise.
He noticed the look she gave him, âDonât look at me like that.â
âLike what?â
âLike you donât believe me. I wouldâve stopped being friends with you years ago if I didnât find all your annoying habits endearing as hell. I promise,â he shot her a smug smile that almost made her wish she hadnât called him up.Â
âHow kind of you,â she said sarcastically.
âI try,â his grin widened, if that were even possible, âso what did you want to talk to me about?âÂ
She chewed on her bottom lip and shrugged, âI dunno.â
âYou donât?â Bryce narrowed his eyes and leaned closer to the camera. After he had examined her carefully, he leaned back and crossed his arms, âYeah you do. What is it?â
She shifted uncomfortably by how easy it was for him to see right through her. Once more that night, she caved, âEarlier, when you told me to tighten the yarn. You stopped yourself from calling me âsweetheartâ.â
He tensed, but she didnât notice, âI mean, whatâs so unusual about that? That's a perfectly normal thing for someone to do.â
âI know,â she nodded, âbut you always call me some cheesy pet name. Always. So, did something happen? Are you mad at me?â
He raised an eyebrow and shook his head, âNo, of course not. Everythingâs fine,â he paused, âthat really upset you?â
âItâs just that youâve always had a nickname for me, I guess I got used to it.â
He laughed through his nose and couldnât stop the amused smile from spreading across his lips, âOkay, Boo.â
9.Â
âAm I finally going to get to see your mural?â
Bryce rolled his eyes, âIt isnât my mural, Love. Itâs the senior mural, itâs not like Iâm painting it.â
âYeah, but it was your idea,â she gave him a playful nudge, âI donât know why you havenât told me what it is yet. Iâm sure if the amazing Bryce Lahela designed it, itâll be the best senior mural this school has ever seen.Â
âDonât get your hopes up, Babe. Iâd hate to disappoint you.â
âYou could never disappoint me,â she said matter-of-factly, âyouâre Bryce Lahela.â
They turned the corner to see their fellow senior, Kyra Santana, working on the mural. The previously beige wall was now covered in black, gray, and light blue paint. In the middle of the painting was a figure made up of colourful handprints standing above the blue-gray ocean in front of them.Â
She stared at the mural with an open mouth. She glanced from Kyra, to Bryce, then back to the artwork in front of her.
âIt was my idea to make the figure all colourful with the handprints,â Bryce said, âI thought it would be nice to let our class literally leave a mark on this school.â
Kyra smiled at the mural and set her paintbrush down, âI was a great idea, the splash of colour is just what it needed,â she turned to her, âwhat do you think?â
âLike it? No, I...I love it, itâs perfect,â she turned to Bryce with wide eyes, âWanderer above the Sea of Fog, this is my favourite painting.â
âI noticed--donât give me that look. Itâs not like I care that much, you just never shut up about this painting. Itâs annoying, really,â he muttered, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck and looking down at his shoes.
She smiled and turned her attention back to the mural, âI canât even begin to tell you how much I love this. I canât believe you remembered.â
âOf course. Itâs worth it, seeing how much you like it.â
There was a beat of silence.
âYouâre the kind of person I could fall in love with, you know that?â She didnât take her eyes off the wall that the mural proudly sat on, and Bryce was glad.
Maybe if she had looked at him, she would have seen his breath catch in his throat and his eyes widen just a little bit. If he was the kind of person she could fall in love with, then why didnât she? Bryce was flustered, and if she had noticed his lack of response, she didnât mention it.
10.
Their high school was filled with rich kids. Their high school also had a debate team with a minimal number of members. These factors resulted in Bryce and her having their own separate hotel rooms when they attended a debate function in Washington D.C.
After a long day of debating and watching other teams debate, she and Bryce walked side by side down the narrow corridor to their respective rooms. Every now and then, they sneaked looks at each other when they thought the other wouldnât notice.
Bryce cleared his throat, âSo that guy in the blue shirt asked me for your number.â
She glanced up at him, âHe did? Did you give it to him?â
âNo.â
âWhat? Why not?â
âThought he was out of your league. I told him you snored like an ogre and gave him Jackieâs number instead,â he said with a careless shrug.
She gasped and shoved his shoulder, âAre you kidding me? You know I donât snore, he was cute and interested in me!â
âCanât imagine why.â
She scowled, âFor your information, Iâm adorable. Iâm funny, enjoyable to be around, and have a high tolerance for assholes who shut down opportunities for their friends. And Iâm extremely attractive, which is an added plus.â
âYou donât need to sell me on reasons why youâre dateable,â he chuckled softly.
âOh yeah?â
At that very moment, they turned to face each other. Their teasing banter stopped when they realised that they were only inches apart, able to hear every inhale and exhale of the other. His gaze flickered down to her lips, and it was only for a second, but she hadnât missed a single bit of it.Â
Bryce took a step back and cleared his throat, standing rather uncomfortably, âItâs late, we should go to bed. Goodnight.â
âGoodnight,â she echoed before they both hurriedly turned around and stepped into their own rooms.
Had he almost kissed her? Did that really just happen? Her mind wandered as she leaned against her hotel room door.Â
Maybe she had just imagined it. She shook the thought out of her head and grabbed a sweatshirt along with a pair of shorts out of her suitcase. Maybe she would stop thinking about it after a good night's rest. She changed, brushed her teeth, and was about to turn the lights off when she felt that nagging feeling bubble up in the pits of her stomach once more.
It was naive to think her mind would stop racing that night if she didnât confront Bryce about it. She set the covers that were in her hands down and made her way out into the fluorescent-lit hallway. She had made it all the way to his door when she stopped herself.Â
Was that really what she wanted to do? If she brought up their almost-kiss, would they ever be able to go back to being friends? Did she even want them to go back to being just friends? She bit her lip and glanced back at her own room door. She shouldâve just gone to bed, it wasnât worth putting their entire friendship on the line. But then again, she would always wonder what could have happened if she never followed her gut.
She raised her fist to knock on his door, but before she could make contact, the door swung open. They once more stood face to face, their wide-eyed expressions mirroring each other. For a moment in time, all that stood between them were the accelerated heartbeat and the flutters they felt for one another.Â
Bryceâs arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her closer to him. Her hand had found its place on the back of his neck and guided his lips to hers. His eyes were half-open, sneaking glances at her to assure himself that he wasnât dreaming. Her overwhelming scent and the feeling of his hands threaded through her hair were all too real.
He pulled her into his room, kicking the closed door behind him. Placing both hands on his broad chest, she pushed him back onto the bed and climbed on top of him, straddling his hips.
Thoughts were racing in her mind. She tried to put reason to the way he gripped her waist so tightly that there were sure to be bruises there the very next day. She tried to put reason to the way his pupils dilated as she went in for another kiss; she came up empty-handed.Â
There was no way she felt the same, Bryce told himself. There was no way that she loved him the way he loved her. For as long as he could remember, he had been in love with her, and for as long as he could remember, she had only seen him as her friend.
He missed the warmth of her lips when she pulled away, but he couldnât help but admire the way her lips were slightly swollen and her hair was a mess. Her eyes were mesmerising, and the way the light highlighted the softness of her skin made him fall even more. He took that moment to memorise every line and curve of her face, forever branding that memory into his head.Â
She leaned in to kiss him again, but he pushed her away this time and sat up, âStop. we...we canât do this. This canât just be a one-time thing.â
âWhat?â
He felt his heart twist inside his chest and he clenched his jaw, âBecause I love you.â
Her lips curled up in a smile, âI love you too.â
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Too Late To Turn Back Now - Five
masterlist - ao3 - last chapter - next chapterÂ
an: everything will be fine! i promise, just to preface, that everything will be a-ok đ
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The day was half over already as Lorcan lounged around in Sadirahâs garden with his sisters, him and Aneha doing their best to distract the youngest sister as she worked her garden, muttering in Ozuye about how they were both clod-footed brutes that would ruin all her hard work.
They just laughed and continued on with their shenanigans, sneaking the weeds she pulled from the soil into her hair and flicking dirt across her face. Sadirah had always been the calmest of the siblings, always there to soothe hurt feelings and calm worked-up emotions so no one was surprised that she didnât react, merely stared at them with a patient look.Â
As far as things go, they all got on well, hardly ever fighting. With everyone having their own interest, there was no need to clash or compete to be the best. Sadirah was inclined to gardening and painting â most of the paintings in the house had been done by her, while Aneha was exceptional at music, specifically piano, and had a voice that could make the gods themselves weep.Â
Eventually, it became clear that Sadirah wouldnât crack so Lorcan and Aneha gave up, choosing to lie on the soft grass beside the patch of sweetgrass and white sage, the fragrant air soothing all his worries for now.
The gate opened and Lorcan cracked an eye open, thinking it was his mother, but no. It was Maeve. His sisters remained oblivious as Aneha braided flowers into his hair and Sadirah harvested sage and sweetgrass to dry in bundles and braids. Lorcan sat up, already nudging Aneha behind him as Maeve curled her lip at her great-nieces and nephew. âLorcan. I need to speak with you.â
Sadirah froze and glanced over her shoulder, wrapping an arm around Aneha as she moved over to her side. Lorcan sighed and stood, leaning down to kiss their heads before stalking out of the garden, leaving his sisterâs handiwork alone even as Maeve gave it a disapproving look. She had never liked his hair, but Lorcan refused to cut it, it would go against his faith and people.
âWhat is it,â he asked once they were out of earshot from the garden.
His great-aunt sighed and picked at her nails, âHow long will this continue?â
âWhat are you talking about.â
âYouâve been in Doranelle long enough. Itâs time to come back home so I can show you how to run the business. Youâre just a secretary.â
Lorcan curled his hands into fists and his nostrils flared in anger. âI have a law degree, Maeve. Articling is something every law graduate is required to do.â
âAnd youâve had your fun. But the family needs you back home. There is no one for me to pass on my businessââ
âI swear to the fucking Creator, donât tell me that bullshit again. You were an investor, and your investment was paid in full a decade ago. Mom is the one who sacrificed everything for her empire and you have yet to release it. You know nothing about how to run the businesses, and I have no interest. Do you understand that Iâm a lawyer? Like, I graduated law school. Like the way Elide is a lawyer.â
Maeveâs eyes flashed dangerously and Lorcan knew he would come to regret the words, but in the moment, he couldnât seem to find it in himself to care. âThat woman is no more fit to be a lawyer than you are. Sheââ
âInsult Elide to my face and weâll see how that goes, Auntie.â
âShe is handicappedââ
âThe fuck did I just say? If you want me home, talk to me fairly and speak with your chest. Elide has worked harder than anyone I know to get to where she is, not that you would understand that. I have half a mind to uninvite you to the wedding, but I wonât. Stay away from my family, Maeve,â he spat. Lorcan looked her up and down with a disgusted expression and shook his head, scoffing as he stormed away, too angry to begin thinking of the consequences.
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Elide had just come out of the house from the quiet greenhouse when sheâd heard terse voices arguing around the corner. Not wanting to interrupt anything, Elide stayed still, close enough to hear everything Lorcan had said. Something in her chest had tightened to hear Maeve insult her like that and then to have Lorcan defend her like that.
She waited another minute before walking out, leveling Maeve with a cold stare as she moved to follow Lorcan.
Only, she couldnât find him and settled on leaving him alone to cool off. Elide sat on a bench overlooking an ocean cove and opened her book again, wrapping her cardigan further around her without taking her eyes off the page.
Fifteen minutes later, someone cleared their throat and she looked up, seeing Vaughan standing a few metres away. âOh. Hello, Vaughan.â
âHi, Elide. Iâm sorry that we werenât more accommodating yesterday. I was wondering if youâd like to go on a quick hike â a forest walk, really.â
Elide internalized her hesitation and nodded, âSure.â
Vaughan nodded once and they were off, strolling along the cliffâs edge until they reached the trees. âSo, what did you want to talk about?â
The man shrugged, âIâd like to get to know you better. Lorcan and I grew up together.â
Elide nodded, âAelin told me you were cousins. Did you two grow up here?â
He barked a laugh and shook his head, âOh, lords above, no. No, um, my parents werenât⌠the best of parents and Odette took me in as a toddler so I consider her to be my mom and she sees me as a son. We lived on the Ozuye reserve on the mainland. Did Lorcan not tell you?â
She shook her head, the sun flickering through the canopy of pine trees, âNo, he doesnât talk about his childhood often.â
âAh, well. His father was abusive and hit us all regularly. Lorcan suffered the worst of it,â his voice hitched and he cleared his throat before continuing, âI was smaller than him, so he would take my beatings and he could never stay in place while watching our mother be hurt.â
Elideâs heart clenched and she found herself saying slowly: âMy guardian beat me.â
âThey did?â
She swallowed past her tight throat. She had never been more keenly aware of her ankle right now. âMy uncle. My parents died when I was young and he was given full custody.â The words died on the tip of her tongue and she couldnât share with him the story of her ankle, not now, not with Vaughan. âWhat happened to the father?â
âHe left after Odette got pregnant with the girls. Never saw or heard from him again. Odette began her first business and then the next and soon enough we were moving.â
They fell quiet and walked in an eerie silence that Vaughan eventually broke. âIâve never seen Lorcan with anyone other than Essar, so Iâm sorry if any of us are being rude. How the two of you act is very different. We all thought he would marry her one day.â
âReally?â
âUh-huh. He even proposed.â
âHe did?â
âYeah, but she said no. They were young and they thought they were in love. Essar just knew she wasnât ready and couldnât stay with him. So, they broke up a week before they left for college and hardly ever spoke again.â
âOh. ThatâsâŚâ Elide trailed off as the path took them to yet another cliff, the water blue and sparkling ten metres below. âItâs beautiful here.â
âWe used to come up here and cliff jump all the time.â
Elideâs eyes widened and she peered over the edge, a shiver running through her at the menacing rocks that appeared beneath the surface and the waves that slammed themselves against the rock face. âHow did you not die?â
Vaughan laughed, âRun and shoot for distance. Maybe throw up a prayer beforehand.â
Elide chuckled and they sat on the edge, watching a pod of orcas circling a rock island, hunting for food. Eagles circled above in the sky and swooped in to clean off whatever the killer whales had left after the frenzy.
Vaughan stood and helped her up, âI should probably get you back. Wouldnât want to worry your betrothed.â He winked and smirked as she attempted to smile, hating the guilt coiling in her gut.
When they got back, they found Lorcan at the woodpile, wearing a precariously cut tank top as he aggressively chopped wood, earbuds in. Vaughan made a face, âIâll let you handle that.â
Elide laughed, âSo gracious.â With a little salute, Vaughan sauntered off and Elide turned back to Lorcan who hadnât even noticed anyone. His long hair was twisted in a loose braid and with every fall of the axe, a flower fell from it. Elide was transfixed by the sight, a filling warmth pooling low in her belly as she watched the cotton material of his top stick to his chest, enjoying the sight far too much.
She was a busy woman and hardly had time for that but when Lorcan looked like⌠a god, she couldnât help but entertain the idea before she felt her cheeks flush and she quickly walked away from the scene.
Elide wasnât blind or stupid either, obviously sheâd seen how good he looked over the past two years. Itâs not your fault, she told herself, he wears all those⌠fitted suits and likes to roll up the sleeves of his shirts and he has all those tattoosâŚÂ honestly, fuck him for having sexy forearms.
Her cheeks were still bright red as she slipped into their room, walking straight into the bathroom and turning on the shower. As she waited for the water to warm up, she walked to the window, opening them and pushing them as far out as they would go to cool her face.
There was a dull, repetitive chopping sound and she looked down to see that Lorcan was almost directly beneath her, the blade of the axe flashing in the sun as he raised it and brought it down again. She didnât know that Maeveâs comments had angered him this much. The black ink on his arms that creeped under his top to cover his back seemed to capture the sunlight that made his copper skin glow.
Before she could get too distracted by the sight of him, again, Elide stood up straight and undressed to enter the shower, resting her forehead against the tiled wall as she cursed everything and everyone.
She was in such deep, unending shit.
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Music set on the highest possible volume, Lorcan cut firewood until his shoulders burned and his chest heaved, his lungs greedily searching for air. He let the axe fall to the ground with a heavy thump and used the hem of his shirt to wipe his brow. The braid that Aneha had made was coming undone, flowers lying crushed on the ground around him and chunks of hair falling free from the constraints.
Lorcan didnât bother to fix it as he stalked towards the house in need of a shower. Usually, he could exercise massive amounts of self restraint, but somehow Maeve pushed every button possible until he exploded. He didnât see her as he moved through the house and figured sheâd slinked back to the guesthouse she insisted on occupying every time she visited.Â
His earbuds were still in and he nodded in passing to the boys who were in the living room, playing some video game. Maybe heâd join them later.
Tapping his fingers against his thigh to the Dead Kennedysâ Too Drunk To Fuck, he entered his room, closing the door behind him and shucking his shirt off to the floor.
He went out to the balcony, flinging himself down on one of the chairs and slinging an arm over his eyes. Lorcan basked in the sunâs rays until it became too hot and he stood up, his music still playing far too loudly as he walked inside and dropped his shorts, tossing them onto the dresser as he turned to the bathroom, completely oblivious to everything. He couldâve sworn he heard something so he turned around, seeing nothing and walking backwards.
Suddenly, something rammed into his back and he whirled, catching whatever it was as they went down.
They fell to the floor and he looked down just as Elide, a very naked and wet Elide, looked up.
They both yelled and jumped away from each other as Elide held her arm over her chest and crossed her legs, âWhy are you naked?!â
âWhy are you wet?!â Lorcan yelled back, holding his hands in front of his groin.
âDonât look at me,â she hissed, not moving until he turned and she hastily grabbed a towel from the armoire. Lorcanâs phone had fallen during their abrupt greeting and he bent down to get while Elide yelled again, âAnneith below, can you not?! I can see everything.â
He quickly changed positions and tugged his shorts on, his face bright red as he turned and she demanded, "Explain yourself.â
âI didnât see you! I was outside chopping wood,â he said, looking anywhere but his boss in a towel, skin gleaming.
âYou didnât hear me?â
âI was listening to music, princess. Why did you jump me?â
She scoffed and rolled her eyes, âI did not jump you. Well, I didnât mean to. I forgot a towel after my shower and you were just there.â
Lorcan looked down at her suspiciously, âWere you trying to seduce me?â
She rolled her eyes, âPlease. Donât flatter yourself, itâs not cute.â
He smiled cockily, raising his hands, âItâs fine, you know. I get it, Iâm sweaty, half-naked, you saw me chopping wood and it made you feel some type of way.â
âYou stink. Go take a shower.â
âYes, maâam.â
Elide just rolled her eyes again as he walked to the bathroom, stopping at the door and looking over his shoulder at her, âDonât take this the wrong wayâŚâ her back was turned to him and he saw her tattoo, a delicate line of script written down her spine, with a mountain range on her right shoulder blade, a wyvern mid flight on her left. He fell silent, unable to form words.
âWhat?â
âYouâre a very beautiful woman, Elide.â
âShut up,â she said, though when she glanced back at him, her lips pulled into a small grin.
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Aelin and Nehemia were near tears after Elide recounted an adjusted version of her and Lorcanâs sudden and wet incident. She got along really well with the both of them and once she remembered that this wasnât supposed to last, her chest grew tight and she needed to have a drink.
Odette booted Rowan, Vaughan, Connall, and Fenrys from her living room to the patio. They all smiled at Aelin and Nehemia, the bright grins dampening as they saw Elide. âOh. Hey, Elide.â
She pretended not to notice it and ignored the pang in her chest again. âHey.â
Vaughan broke the awkward silence by sprawling on the couch next to her, practically crushing her into the cushion with his frame. âGods, I rule at gaming. You guys wish you had my skills.â That seemed to do the trick and the boys were quick to argue, dissolving into petty bickering.
Nehemia helped Elide push Vaughan off and reassured her, âDonât worry â theyâre always like this.â
âThe first few months were unbearable,â Aelin grumbled, scowling at her boyfriend who remained oblivious. âWe were all in the same dorm and they fought constantly.â
âWhat changed?â
âPlease, donât tell the story,â came another voice, deep and rumbling, and Lorcan came strolling out, in a pair of shorts and a band tee. He shoved Vaughan from the couch and sat next to Elide, nodding to her drink as he stretched his arms around the back of the couch, âWhatcha got there, princess?â
Elide rolled her eyes at the nickname, âGin and ice. Whatâs this story?â
He groaned, dropping his head back. âI hate this story.â The boys chorused their agreement as Aelin exclaimed, moving to seat herself in Rowanâs lap. Everyone exchanged looks and scooted away from the affectionate couple.
âBut I love this story.â Aelin pouted at him and Lorcan caved, waving his hand.
âLetâs hear it then.â
The afternoon bled into evening and then night, the sun setting and bathing Lorcan in golden and orange light. His arm had fallen down around her shoulders and she was tucked up into his side, his arm a welcome weight around her.
They had talked about everything, exchanging stories about everyone in rounds. It was Lorcanâs turn and they turned to Elide, waiting for something. Lorcan nudged her when she didnât say anything, staring up at him in a soft silence. âEl. Your turn.â
âOh,â she sat up straighter, her side prickling at the loss of contact. He laughed quietly and pressed a kiss to the side of her head, tugging her back down. âA couple months before we got together, I was on this case and I fell asleep in the middle of the night in my office. I donât even know why Lorcan was still there, but he woke me up and carried me to my car and drove me home.â Elide tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, running her finger over the rim of her copper mug. âAnd then he carried me to my apartment and put me to bed. It was really sweet and⌠nice.â
Elide was sure her cheeks were flushed as she grew warm and hid her face in Lorcanâs side as they teased him for going âsoftâ.
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When Elide yawned yet again, Lorcan stood up and picked her up, âNight, guys. Gotta get my girl to bed.â She smiled sleepily at âmy girlâ and nuzzled closer to him, softly sighing into his neck as they said goodnight and he carried her through the house to their room, gently putting her on the bed. âPrincess, whereâs your pjâs?â
She didnât open her eyes, pointing randomly, âBag. Big one.â
Huffing a laugh, Lorcan opened her bag, pulling out a pair of sweats and crewneck with the logo from her university. As he moved back to her side, he commented, âAlways thought you were a satin and lace nightie type of gal.â
Elide cracked open an eye. âYou think about what I sleep in? Thatâs not very professional,â she teased him, a cheeky glint in her eyes as she sat up and took the clothes from him, her movements stuttering as his smile dropped and he took a too-large step back.
âThereâs a lot of not professional things about this, Elide.â
Her face fell and she nodded, standing and moving to the bathroom without another word.
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Walking out, she found him shirtless, sitting on the edge of the bed, his head in his hands. Elide padded over to him, hesitantly reaching out and resting her hand on his shoulder. âAre you ok?â
Lorcan laughed harshly and moved away from her hand, âAm I ok? What do you think, Elide? Youâre blackmailing me and making me lie to my entire family.â He stood up and began pacing as she slowly sat, her hands in her lap. âAnd, the thing is, we arenât even in the clear! I could go to fucking prison for you and ruin everything Iâve worked for.â
âIâmââ
âYou donât even seem to care,â he spat, glaring at her. âWhat, is this just another Monday for you? What is so bad in Terrasen that you canât move back there?â
Her head was tilted down and she wiped her eyes, sniffling once. âI wouldnât expect you to understand, Lorcan, but youâre not the only person whoâs had a hard life.â
She felt so small sitting there, her vision blurring. So very small and alone.
The bed dipped as he sat down next to her and awkwardly wrapped an arm around her, nothing like when they were outside with his friends. Elide half-wondered what had changed and as reality crashed down around her, she stood like his touch burned her and moved without word to her side, crawling in and turning on her side away from him.
It had all been for show.Â
Gods, she was an idiot.
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These trend are made for walking
Summary:You try out an internet trend with your bird boyfriend It ends up being so much more. 18+ Warnings: Oral sex, vaginal sex, some swearing and nudity Word count:3232
(Yo this got weirdly soft at the end. What even is this?)
You didnât usually spend too much time on social media because overall places like Facebook and twitter and Instagram were simply breeding grounds for vile bitter behavior and you were just tired of it.
Of course not every social media platform was perfect but there were some that overall just seemed better than others.
So far your foray into the Vine knockoff, tik tok, hadnât been as bad as you first thought it was going to be. The comedy pages had decent original content and the artist put a lot of passion into their works and that was genuinely nice. Call all them to the House of Vibes cause that what they were, at least to you they were.Â
In all your endless scrolling and liking of every Hawks cosplayer you could possibly find, you took notice of certain trends. They never compelled you too much despite their popularity, but one trend finally did catch your eye and there was just no way you could stop yourself from giving it a whirl.Â
Keigo had a rare opportunity today. Today he could stay home and do nothing, just nothing. Or so he thought, until he stared down at the caller ID on his phone.
It was his manager. With an exaggerated sigh he pressed talk and put on his best happy tone he could manage. âHey man whatâs up? Why you callin me on my day off?â It was a rather aggressive question for the cheery tone but if they were gonna bother him with some business shit while he was supposed to be relaxing then it was going to be their problem.
The plan was perfect, you looked perfect, your phone was in hand and your clothes were on the floor. Hawks favorite pair of your underwear was in hand and you were ready to attack.Â
You started the video and made your way towards the living room where you could hear your man complaining about how he was positive heâd filed those reports properly. It was the best possible timing because heâd pick you over dumb work stuff any day and you knew it.
The fuck was so important about those reports that it couldnât wait till he got back to work to take care of it. He scrubbed his hand over his face as he growled. âLook, I can take care of it when I get in on Monday. This is my first day off in weeks and itâs not like the world will end if I donât come now.â His manager began on another spiel about taking responsibility but the hero was already checking out.
You peeked around the corner into the room. He wasnât facing you, he was sitting on the couch wings draped over the low backrest, his feathers were unusually sharp looking which meant he was irritated. Understandable considering you could hear his manager on the other end of the phone lecturing him as you approached slowly. Well, you smiled, this ought to help. You balled up the panties and tossed them onto his head.
Hawks wasnât really listening. Heâd heard this all before and was pretty used to it. What he wasnât used to was being assaulted by undergarments. He pulled the lacy cloth from atop his head and looked at it confused. Turning he found the source of his sudden bombardment and his jaw dropped in surprise.Â
The voice on the other line was almost entirely forgotten as he stood up. âUh hey man I gotta let you go. Something really important just came up.âÂ
âWhat? No, listen hawks,â but he didnât have time to finish as Keigoâs thumb brushed over the end call button.
âHey babe whatâs all this?â His look of awe turned to a look of pure hunger as you began to back towards the bedroom. âOh just thought you could use a little TLC.â
âOh? Then why are you backing up?â He hadnât come around the couch yet and was grinning at you like a mad man.
âWell if you really want it babe youâre gonna have to come and get it.â You laughed and began to jog backwards faster.
Never one to let his prey escape Keigo cleared the couch in one jump and made a beeline for you. A yelp then a giggle bubbled up out of you and you turned to full on run back to the room, your prey drive sufficiently activated.
You didnât make it far. You were fast but Keigo was faster. He snatched the phone from your hand and tossed it aside as he picked you up and carried you to the bed.
His lips attacked your neck and chest as his hand massaged your hips. âCan I have some of that TLC now pretty bird?â He had a soft eager tone as he lavished you with affection.
âOf course, but weâre gonna have to get you out of those clothes first. â
With lighting like quickness he bounced off the bed and began to stripe like his clothes had caught flame.Â
âYou have no idea how much I love you right now.â
âNeeded to escape from the evil phone call?â
âYes, please remind me not to accept phone calls on my days off anymore.â
You gladly accepted him into your arms as he crawled back onto the bed.
âHow would you like to receive your loving care first my love?â
Hawks kissed you and took your hand from his shoulder, pulling you up till you were both kneeling.Â
âWell I think the first order of business would be to get a taste for each other donât you think?âÂ
With a nod and a wink you pushed him back into a sitting position and licked your lips.
You didnât enjoy putting your mouth on other people until you met Kiego. He was a rather clean dude despite his inherent laziness and he kept a stellar level of hygiene. More than that though, he wasnât as pushy as others before him and the best part was he didnât hold back on any of his sounds. Hearing him moan in pleasure was better than any song and you could happily listen to it all day.
You were blessed with the first of his little groans as you ran your tongue along the underside of his length all the way to the tip, giving a little lick to the slit at the top. He was already so hard and it made you smile as you took the tip into your mouth and suckled it.Â
He leaned back, resting his weight on an elbow as the other came to rest softly in your hair, guiding you gently down his length. Relaxing your jaw and throat you were able to take him most of the way right off the bat which wasnât always the case, but today you were determined. Keigo was certainly enjoying your efforts as you pulled back to the tip, gave it another little suck and dipped back down till he was hitting the back of your throat.
âFuck Dove, just like that.â His voice was thready and needy and made your body feel just that much warmer. Your tongue danced along his shaft as you sucked and slowly he began to sink back onto the bed, eyes shut, nothing but a blissful expression while you worked. It was nice knowing you did this to him, but you too were excited to get a turn. Giving your boyfriend a hum and a little pat on the thigh you watched him open an eye to look at you. Gently you laid your hand over the one he had resting on the back of your skull and pressed it down into your locks harder.Â
Keigoâs blowjob addled brain finally seemed to get what you were suggesting and his smile widened by a mile.
He tightened his hand in your hair pulling slightly as he waited for you to give the go ahead. It took a moment of adjusting position but finally you locked eyes with him and of all the signals you could have given you went with a wink, he almost laughed at the sight of you with his cock in your mouth winking. He didnât let it stop him though, after all it would be rude to laugh at you when youâd so generously offered your mouth and throat as his person fuck toy.
Dragging you back a few inches till your mouth was half way down his length and then began to shallowly thrust his cock into your mouth. As much as he wanted to go all out and face fuck you till you were gagging he knew he had to build up but it was steadily growling harder to hold back.
âAh such a good girl sucking my cock like that. You want me to fuck your face?â
Oh how nice that sounded. The thought alone made you moan and your pussy drip.Â
âAlright then I can see how bad you want it and youâre being good for me.â The force of his hips increased and the tip of his dick hit the back of your throat making you gag. Even still he held your head in his hands, fingers tangled in your soft locks as he rutted against your face.Â
You were enjoying yourself, the feeling of his hot length in your mouth was just so strangely satisfying and each time you pushed his cock to the back of your throat you could nuzzle the little patch of flax color curls above his cock. It tickled the tip of your nose and made you want to giggle at the oddly fun sensation. Not that you could though, giggling was hard to do with penis in your throat, so instead you settled for what might have been a moan.
Hawks wasnât going to last doing this, it was too good and he couldnât even remember what the fuck fuck pacing even was. Your mouth was just so wet, warm and wonderful.Â
âAh fuck, fuck! Dove Iâm. Iâm gonnaâ It was all he could manage to mumble as you pulled back to the tip and let him feed you his cum. The slightly bitter taste is better than normal and you have to credit it to his better eating habits since you two started dating.Â
His wings are jittery and little feathers come loose and flutter to the bedding below.Â
âYou look happy.â You comment innocently, as though you hadnât just had his genitals in your mouth. âWell yeah, getting a blowjob from a hot person tends to do that.â You blush and have to laugh. Sexual acts with Keigo were nothing if not fun and you like that no matter what you were doing he always found a way to make you smile.
The two of you took a breather and you got a drink of water.
âAlright, I do believe it is my turn to get a taste of you pretty bird.â You flopped down onto the bed with a nearly comical amount of enthusiasm and huffed lightly when you bounced not once but twice. Your boyfriend was on you in a hot second as soon as you stopped bouncing, your thighs already up on his shoulders, his warm hands holding you firmly in place. A quick flash of pink darted over his beautiful licks and golden eyes surveyed your dripping sex. âOh wow youâre already so wet. Does sucking me really get you that riled up?â
You shrugged and met his eyes. âWho can say? We might have to test that theory more in the future. You know, just go all in, research style and keep records, eat some snacks while we take notes.â
Keigo hummed and nodded. âGood idea, I like how you think. Oh and while weâre on the topic of snacks,â He paused and pointed one finger at your dripping sex, âare you going to eat that or can I?â You slapped a hand over your mouth as you broke down into an uncontrollable fit of laughter. âOh my gosh Kei! What even?â You snorted once then twice as you shook from the force of the giggles. He found himself grinning like a fool, God did he love you.
Satisfied with your reaction Keigo immediately set to work as he ran his tongue up your slit, marveling at the taste of your juices. Your hips bucked at the sudden pleasure. He took advantage of your shock and kissed your clit before taking it into his mouth to reacquaint it with his tongue. Your finger snaked through his wheaten tresses, gripping them tightly as you held him against your lower lips. Of course just tasting your outer lips wasnât enough and he slid his tongue past your labia to massage you quivering inner walls. His focus was set entirely on making you squirm and moan with just his warm generous mouth and boy did he.
The sensation of being eaten out by your boyfriend was akin being electrocuted; but in the best way possible. The man knew what he was doing with that mouth and made it abundantly clear he did by drawing delighted sounds of varying pitches from some place deep inside you.Â
His name fell from your own mouth like a prayer as you begged him not to stop or to keep pressing his tongue right there.
You were so very close when pulled away leaving only one finale brief kiss on your woman hood.
âKei NO! Donât stop now.â
He chuckled and crawled up your body, trailing kisses along your form till he reached your mouth. The musky flavor of your own sex was pressed into your mouth as he kissed you.
âSorry Dove. As much as I like watching you squirm from my mouth I get a much better view up here.âÂ
You grumbled as you gazed up at him. He was so handsome in the light that came in from the window. The sun illuminated him, making his hair look golden and his red wings look divine above you as he rested between your thighs, his hardened length mere inches away from being inside you. You just wanted him to make you cum and as grumpy as his edging made you, it was nowhere near as strong as your need to feel him plow you into the bed. Your arms snaked around his shoulders and your fingers found the base of his wings as you pulled him back in for another kiss. âAlright then bird brain. If you intend to fuck me then fuck me.â It was all he needed to hear and one hand slipped down to position himself at your entrance.Â
Keigo didnât have the biggest dick youâd ever seen but the way he felt inside you was enough proof that size wasnât everything. Youâd never been uncomfortable when Keigo was with you. It was however mind numbingly splendid and you let yourself fall into the pleasure he gave you both gladly and wholeheartedly.
He hissed as he pressed into you, wet as you were your inner walls were tight and warm. Keigo took his time pressing his full length inside you. He enjoyed your soft moans and even more the way you body felt against his. You were practically hugging him and the intimacy of the moment stole his breath. He enjoyed joking around with you during sex and making you laugh, he even liked making you scream profanities or his name in the heat of the moment. However these few quiet seconds before he began to rut into you were his favorite. The softness of your warm breath on his shoulder, the small expectant tug at his feathers, the gentleness of your embrace, he really felt that love was what he was creating with you. In this quiet you werenât just his girlfriend or partner. You were his mate and he loved you. His cheek brushed against yours and you hugged him tighter, ready for his next move which he would give you,however not before he kissed you softly. Just the faintest brush of his lips, so chaste for an act like this. His cheek came back to your shoulder and he felt so whole as his eyes drifted shut and he pulled out and thrust back in. Pleasure shot through you both and lights exploded behind Keigoâs eyes as he heard you gasp his name. Keigo didnât bother setting a regulated pace, he let his body work with yours and the result was magic. At some point his hands had come to rest on your lower back and shoulder, returning your embrace as he gasped and panted praise into the side of your neck intermittently broken by a kiss to your throat or jaw. He kept hugging you tighter at every possible opportunity, which was often as the gradually increasing strength of his thrusts shifted you in his hold.
You were fucking interplanetary right now. Sex was pretty good, and with Keigo it was great but this, whatever sudden emotional connection the two of you had going on was other worldly. You had no idea what had happened. Cause you assumed that Keigo was going to fuck you, which was what you usually got, but this? No this wasnât fucking this was love making, and the difference was night and day. You pulled him closer as he loosened another moan with his thrusts. The coil in your stomach was wound so tight you felt like it could snap at any second now. âKeigo~â Your voice sounded so soft and sweet, full of need but not just for the physical release you desired but for him.Â
Without saying anything in return your lover shifted his hips, thrusting harder as he brushed against a sweet spot deep inside you. Your body jolted and your vision danced with little stars.Â
You think the sudden increase of noise in the room may have been you crying out for your lover not to stop, to cum with you, inside you, but you werenât entirely sure. You were sure however of the I love youâs and your actual name as Keigo spilled his seed deep inside you.
Your high lasted what felt like hours as you held your winged boyfriend and kissed him. His hands wandered over you as he continued to tell you how much he loved you. You returned his affection in kind. He kissed tears from your cheeks, you hadnât realized youâd begun to cry. His wings cocooned you away from the rest of the world as you basked in the worldâs best afterglow.
Once you came back to your senses you were dumbfounded. Had all that really just happened? âWhat was that? I thought you said you were gonna fuck me, not make me experience sex pleasures from the nth dimension.â Keigo laughed tiredly. âI have no idea. I was just so in love with you and felt so connected to you.â You nodded. âYeah me too. It was the best feeling I think Iâve ever experienced. It was just supposed to be a fun internet trend where I walked in front of you naked and then maybe sex but this was unexpected.â
Keigo listened but as he held you he felt so tired. âMmm let's talk about it later. Iâm tired.â
You yawned and agreed. It could wait till after you napped.
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darling dearest
pairing: hitoshi shinso x fem!reader - Y/n, L/n
rating: SFW, 16+, mentioned sex
cw: swearing, suggestive comments, implied sex,
fluff, enemies to lovers, college AU
word count: 1.6k
The sun began setting down on downtown Tokyo. Y/n made her way to the dorms after her final class of the day. She was exhausted and still had so much work she needed to finish.
College was really wearing Y/n out.
She took her keycard from her backpack and pressed it against the sensor. The door opened and she made her way to the shoe locker.
After changing out her shoes, Y/n walked towards the elevator. The door opened as she moved her hand to press the button.
âYikes, you shouldâve taken the stairs.â said a daunting voice.
Y/n turned to see the last person she wanted to ever see. Hitoshi Shinso, a student in the same year. They met in high school and constantly quarreled over things most might consider stupid. To be truthful, neither of them really knew if their arguments were even worth the trouble.
But one thing they both knew for sure was that they did not like each other.
âRight, because if I had taken the stairs I wouldâve been able to avoid your ugly ass face. Move.â Y/n said harshly.Â
Shinso rolled his eyes and scoffed at the woman standing in front of him.Â
âYou talk like youâre in charge of the elevator, L/n. Maybe I donât want to move. Take the stairs, looks like you could use it.â Shinso said.Â
Y/n sighed and pressed the button for the other elevator, choosing to completely ignore Shinso. He frowned and exited the elevator. Shinso wanted a reaction that she had decided not the give him.
âYou gonna say something?��� he asked. Y/n smirked and slipped by him into the elevator he had just left.Â
She raised a hand and waved to him with a smirk.
âGoodbye.â she said as the doors began to close.
Once she left his view, Shinso scowled and turned on his heel.Â
âThat bitch.â he muttered under his breath before walking out of the building.
***
The next night, Y/n and her friends walked into the club by the campus. After a long week of classes and endless studying, she felt like she deserved a night off.
The inside of a nightclub in Tokyo was a seemingly surreal experience. The lights flashed and the bass drowned out the faint sounds of hoots and hollers. Y/n began thriving off of the disorientation and began dancing to the music.Â
She turned her head to the right in search for her friend, but instead saw something she wasnât ready to see.Â
Y/n wasnât even aware that she wasnât prepared to see what was taking place.
A girl with luscious long legs, gorgeous honey-colored hair, and a body that many would consider irresistible danced on someone with a familiar face. His typically unruly purple hair hair had fallen and clung to the sides of his face. The hands that Y/n had unknowingly noticed so many times tugged on the girlâs hips as she grinded into him.
Y/n felt sick. The undescribably wonderous feeling from before turned into panic. She rushed off of the dance floor and towards the door as fast as she couldÂ
âY/n! Wait!â her friend called after her.
Y/n didnât stop at the sound of her friendâs voice. As soon as she reached the door, she kicked open the door and stumbled outside. She disregarded the people in line and the bouncer watching as she fell to her knees and gasped for air.
A tight feeling took over her chest and she closed her eyes to attempt to breathe properly again.
âGod, you look pitiful on the ground like that.âÂ
Y/nâs eyes opened wide and she turned her head to see Shinso and the girl. One of his hands rested on her hip and the other laid by his side.Â
âYour eyeliner is running, Sweetie.â the girl said in a mocking tone. Y/n looked down at their feet and sighed.Â
âAre you just going to sit there mocking me, Shinso? Donât you have something better to do?â Y/n said as she motioned to the girl.Â
Shinsoâs eyes changed from a malicious glare to a concerned gaze. Sure he had made fun of Y/n in the past, but she usually came back with a retort. It was unlike her to not fire an insult back.Â
âSheâs right, come on.â the girl said, now clinging to him. Y/n had stood up and straightened out her dress already, returning to her usual stance.
Shinso followed the girl away from the club, but couldnât shake the thought of Y/n hopelessly kneeling on the ground.Â
He hated this feeling. He felt like shit.
Guilt coursed through his veins for the rest of the night.Â
Shinso kept thinking about Y/n.
***
The following week was an uneventful one. Y/n had gone about her week doing the usual things. Classes, studying, and extra work had consumed her schedule.Â
But something unusual that she had noticed was that she hadnât had a notable encounter with Shinso.
When they crossed paths outside of the dorm building, he didnât respond to her insult. He simply rolled his eyes and walked away. Y/n knew this was because of what happened outside the club.
She knew that the encounter probably stuck with Shinso as much as it stuck with her.
Y/n had no intention to admit why she had reacted so severely to seeing Shinso grind with a random girl. She figured it was better to ignore and suppress whatever the hell she was feeling instead of going through the painstaking process of facing her her emotions.
But she seemed to completely disregard her plan to suppress her feelings when she saw Shinso exiting the elevator she was approaching.
âHey!â she yelled.Â
Shinso cursed under his breath and turned to face Y/n.
âWhat?â he asked in an annoyed tone.
âWhy wonât you be an asshole to me? Ever since you saw me fucked up outside the club, you wonât hurl insults at me.â Y/n said.
âDo you want me to be an asshole to you?â Shinso asked.Â
Y/n raised her shoulders frustrated. âI donât know!â she slightly yelled.
Shinso scoffed. âOkay well what do you want?â he asked while slightly raising his voice.
âI donât know what I want, Shinso. Itâs just strange for you to not be an ass.â Y/n said.Â
Shinso chuckled for a second before squinting at Y/n.Â
âYou must be out of your damn mind! I stop being rude to you after I see you upset and you get mad about it? Youâre literally insane!â Shinso said.
âI donât need you to pity me, I donât need you to feel like you have to be nice to me. Iâm not weak, Shinso!â she said.Â
âSo you want me to be a jerk as if I never saw you upset. Iâve never seen you like that, I donât even know what made you that upset!â he said.Â
Y/n stood there and just looked at him for a moment. She didnât know what to say. It wasnât like she could just explain it to him.
âForget I said anything. Iâm going upstairs.â she said.Â
Y/n walked into the elevator and disappeared from Shinsoâs sight. He sighed and looked at the door the the stairwell.Â
It was honestly such a bad idea to do what he was thinking about doing. Facing the feelings he had been having since high school was a god awful idea. He wasnât good enough to deserve someone like Y/n. Thatâs why he did what he could to make her dislike him.
But at this point, Shinso couldnât help himself.
***
The elevator door opened and Y/n took a step forward. She was suddenly grabbed by the wrists and pulled forward before her body pressed into someone elseâs/
She was met with purple eyes that stared deep into her own. Nerves began to course through her body and her breathing became irregular.
âYou annoy the fuck out of me, you know that?â Shinso said both softly and aggressively at the same time.Â
Y/n took a moment to process what he said.
âYeah, I do it on purpose.â she said.
The fronts of their bodies were still pressed together and their faces were only inches apart. Both of them waited for the other to do something, do anything.
âYouâre really gonna make me do it?â Shinso asked.
Y/n smirked and her eyes thinned.
âYup.â she said.
Shinso rolled his eyes and sighed.
âTch. Fuck you.â he said.Â
He then violently smashed his lips onto hers, and she immediately returned the kiss back. Their lips continued to move in sync more and more aggressively. Y/nâs hands moved up to Shinsoâs hair and his hands moved to hold onto her hips.
Y/n pulled away and the separation of their lips made a popping sound.
âYeah, this is a hallway, follow me.â she said.
Y/n grabbed Shinsoâs wrist and dragged him down the hall to a door. She unlocked it with a keycard and cracked the door open.
âWait, are you sure?â Shinso asked.
Y/n turned around and devilishly smirked at him.
âYes.â
***
Y/nâs eyes fluttered open the next morning only to be met with the sight of someoneâs very bruised neck.
Extremely bruised neck.
She then realized what she had done.
Who was in the bed.
And that neither she, or Shinso were not wearing clothes.
âGood morning, Darling Dearest.â grumbled Shinso. His morning voice caught Y/n off guard. She then realized that she was curled into him and resting on his arm.
âWe werenât drunk?â she asked as many of last nightâs memories came flooding back.
âNope. We were angry though.â Shinso said.
Y/n did remember that part. The absolutely aggressive angry sex was basically unforgettable.
âI thought you hated me?â Y/n asked as she tilted Shinsoâs head down.
Their eyes met once more.
âThings change.â he said with a grin.
âYouâre cute when you donât want to admit things out loud. Just say you love me already.â Y/n said as she buried her face into his chest.Â
Shinso sighed and wrapped his arms tighter around Y/n.
âI love you.â
âYeah yeah, I love you too.âÂ
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Matcha Frappe, No Whip - Jikook (f/m)
Inspired by: JKâs workout vlog
â Slow burn smut. Avid gym-goer Jungkook orders from the in-gym smoothie barista Jimin. Prolonged stares, unhealthy amounts of smoothie consumption and a lot of muscle squeezing are the results.
or: Jimin can't stop looking at the new gym regular, who makes a lot of noise while working out.
Pairing: Jungkook x Jimin
Words: 20k
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âThis dude wonât shut the fuck up."
When Jungkook got his membership, within just a few visits, everyone quickly developed a strong hatred for him. It seemed like gaining enemies would be hard to do so quickly⌠but Jungkook was good at everything, even when it came to being the most infamous gym goer. Having just moved to this city for college, Jungkook got himself a membership to the local gym. Isnât college supposed to be a time to make friends? Despite this, Jungkookâs gym antics proved counterproductive.Â
He wasn't planning on waisting that type of money on the gym only to not go. First, that would be a slap in the face to his dadâwho was paying for the membershipâbut Jungkook as well just enjoyed working out. He was an avid chest press enthusiast, along with being an expert at most other machines and workout routines known to man. Despite this expertise, peopleâs focus on him were directed to something different about himânot in a positive way. Their irritated stares were not to admire his perfect form or the curves of his muscles as they tensed, their attention was rather focused on how he was really fucking loud.Â
And this loudness wasnât for brief little bursts when the workout became hard to endure. His noises would continue for long periods of time during his workouts, his noises were long, drawn-out and constant. They closely resembled moans, sometimes even turning into slight growls when the sets especially strained at his endurance. Heâd let out these huge huffs and the gym attendees would roll their eyes and quickly try to turn up their own music.Â
On the rarer occasions, other gym members would even go up to him mid-workout and start up a conversation, maybe to distract him from his current circuitâquieting the gym for just a few minutes of peaceâor maybe to segue the conversation into asking why he makes so many noises while working out. Jungkook was unfazed by the inquiries and the unwanted attention, he continued on without quieting himself nor noticing the many glares in his direction from the other people on other machines. He was that kind of guy, it wasnât that he was insensitive or didnât care, he simply didnât notice when people were upset with him. He didnât even notice a certain boy in certain little smoothie shop who couldnât keep his eyes off of him.
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 At first, Jimin didnât notice when Jungkook joined the gym. He was always in a rush behind the little counter of the in-gym smoothie shop. Either heâd be taking orders, or in charge of making the drinks, or cleaning up. Whatever he was up to he was always trying his hardest to impress his manager; Namjoon always had a sternness to how he carried himself, his face usually stoic when he evaluated how Jimin worked.Â
It was probably about a week into Jungkookâs membership that gym employees, and a few gym regulars, brought up the new kid to Jimin, describing how he was wreaking havoc upon everyoneâs ears.
âI think that dude must be listening to death metal in those little earbuds to not realize how fucking loud heâs being,â one middle-aged lady said with a sneer, before ordering a fruit smoothie from Jimin.Â
Jimin hadnât thought much of the comment, there were always the odd complaints here and there from people who like to complain. The comments became more and more frequent though, Jimin presumed it was just an easy conversation filler while he took peopleâs orders, but their seriousness sometimes shocked Jimin.
âIâm surprised you havenât gone mad yet listening to that one really loud guy,â one of gymâs personal trainers said to Jimin when he picked up his smoothie from the back counter.Â
âIâm kept pretty busy in here,â Jimin smiled, remaining professional. He didnât even have to pretend though, still being unaware of who this infamous boy could be.Â
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 Two weeks into Jungkookâs membership Jimin finally meets him. Or if we were to refer to him using the other labels Jimin has heard: âthat loud son of a bitch,â âthe kid,â and the surprisingly crude: âbuck-toothed whiney boy,â (that one made Jimin laugh despite being so rude).Â
Jungkookâs typical schedule on Wednesdays is to come in early, around eight in the morning, before his summer class at eleven. And Jiminâs usual work schedule starts at one pm til the smoothie shop closes at nine (the gym staying open twenty-four hours). This particular Wednesday is different due to Jiminâs coworkerâs dog deciding to get the flu, making him take on her shift. This puts Jimin behind the counter at the ungodly hour of nine in the morning.Â
Jimin is only an hour into his shift when Jungkook rolls into the smoothie shop, fresh from his workout, one AirPod still lodged into his ear.Â
Jimin is fucked.Â
Jimin doesn't get a chance to grab a good look of the boy before he approaches the counter; Jimin is used to being speedy and going about his orders in a rush, so it is second nature for him to see the customers in a blur, without taking the time to evaluate each of them.Â
When he stands with only the counter between him and the customer he does a double-take, thatâs when he screws himself over.Â
The first thing Jimin notices of the boy is that his shirt is so sweaty the outline of his chest and abs are prominent, the shirt is stuck to them by the moisture, rippling over the outlines of his body. Jimin is sure that it must have been a normal t-shirt before this boyâs workout, but now, the thing resembles a wet sheet of paper, nearing translucentâbut Jimin doesnât really mind that.Â
Jimin quickly stops staring at the boyâs chest and instead finally looks up to the boyâs face. Jimin is blushing over how worked up he is at just the sight of this random gym-goer, hopefully the boy hadnât noticed how Jimin had been so carefully evaluating his form.Â
Of course, Jungkook wasnât paying attention to Jiminâs frantic behavior. Jungkookâs attention is turned to the blackboard menu overhead, eyes gliding side to side reading the different drink and food options. Jimin watches as the taller boyâs taught jawline flexes in thought, his sweaty hair plastered to his skin in little ringlets, his mouth opens and shuts while he reads the items silently to himself. Itâs a tantalizing sight, Jimin doesnât make an effort to clear his throat to gain back the boyâs attention, nor does he mutter the passive-aggressive, âTake your time.â Instead, Jimin utilizes these moments to watch the other, appreciate the angles, how the otherâs breathing isnât quite back to normal yet, still in little puffs that heave past the boyâs sharp collarbones.Â
For a few brief seconds the silence and wait is tolerable for Jimin, his fingers curling in on themselves as they press against the counter, his apron starting to itch at the nape of his neck. But then⌠the dark-haired boyâs tongue presses against the inside of his cheek while he thinks. This view of the boy in front of Jimin, with his tongue pressing to his cheek, protruding from within his mouth, has a distinct correlation to something a bit more inappropriate that pulses within Jiminâs perverted mind. God, Jimin swears he woke up in some alternate hell dimension today to have to deal with this shit only a foot or so from where he stands.Â
Itâs not really Jiminâs fault after all. This is his job, he canât just run away from this angel man in front of him. But he still beats himself up for how horny he is already. Each time he meets a really attractive guy this kind of thing happens, he catches feelings so quicklyâwell, maybe not feelings, maybe just a lot of pent up sexual tension. And then later in the night heâll go home and imagine all these made-up scenarios where he and this random hottie will have a meet-cute and end up fucking against his apartmentâs little kitchen counter⌠or maybe on the rug so it makes Jiminâs skin bright red from friction⌠or or or perhaps they donât even make it to Jiminâs apartment, they could just fuck in the elevator, he wouldnât mind at all.
He tries his best to shake away this entire train of thought, itâs unrealistic, idealistic and a disappointing hobby to have as nothing much comes of it. Late night Jimin, when his lips are puffy and they become indented with his own teeth marks from how he bites into them during an orgasm, thatJimin has no regrets with the hobby.
âOh shit,â the sweaty boy utters.Â
Finally, Jimin is brought back to reality, having had his vision turn to a haze while steadily focused on the other boyâs well-structured face. The boy doesnât pay notice to Jimin spacing out on him though, his eyes are turned to his hand.Â
âDamn, Iâm sorry Iâm so gross right now, I didnât even notice,â he says to Jimin, gesturing to how he had wiped his forehead of sweat, only to realize the degree of how sweaty he is.
Jimin, taken aback at how Jungkook hadnât just blurted out his order (as most others would do), stutters to find words.Â
âOh, donât worry! I thought it just mustâve started raining outside or something!â Jimin exclaims, trying to add a cute little smile. The boy just furrows his brow and takes a glance at the many windows to outside the gym.
âItâs June,â he says plainly.Â
ââŚOh.. yeah, youâre right.â
Thereâs a rush of heat that floods to Jiminâs cheeks, trying his hardest to ignore the awkward pause as the boyâs eyes are wide and blankly take in Jimin.
âAre you ready to order?â
The boyâs stoic expression finally breaks into a chuckle, âRight, yeah. I donât know if I like any of these options.â
Oh?
Jimin pauses, dumbfounded.Â
The boy notices the otherâs pause, âWhich oneâs your favorite?â
Finally something Jimin can comprehend. âI like the matcha frappe,â he answers, his voice shifting into a softer and sweeter coo.Â
âThat sounds good to me, can I sub the milk for coconut milk?â He asks, "Iâm trying to watch my dairy, one too many banana milks last week."
âOh yeah, of course.â Jimin writes down the order to the cupâs label, match frap, sub co mk. âWhat size?â
âIs there a big price difference? Iâm on a kind of tight budget.âÂ
âItâs a twenty-cent jump from a medium to a large.â Jimin is grateful that he can rely on his usual script while taking orders, not having to fumble for his words as he usually does when having conversations with pretty boys. This fumbling of words is why his different attempts at Tinder or Grindr havenât eased much of his sexual tension.Â
The dark-haired boy grabs the hem of his shirt and plucks it away from being attached to his damp skin, âIâll go big and get the big.âÂ
âOk you like it big- I⌠I mean, you want a.. a large.âÂ
Fuck.  Fuck.  FUCK.      F U C K.
Jimin tries his best to swallow his words but theyâre already out, all he can do is stay focused on writing onto the label: large. He keeps talking as fast as he can so the other canât focus on his mess up.Â
âWould you like whip?â
âNah IâmâŚstill watching my dairy,â the boy says. Jimin wants to punch himself.
The boy starts to pump his shirt to get an airflow to his stomach, he seems to be much too focused on how sweaty he is to really care about Jiminâs mess up. Jimin thanks the Gods above for this boyâs lack of an attention span. However, Jiminâs needy eyes constantly want to sabotage Jiminâs normal train of thought; theyâre trained on watching how the boyâs flicks of his shirt reveal little glimpses of his tanned skin. His skin is smooth and taught, the V line prominent, daring Jiminâs eyes to travel down to where the boyâs shorts cut off the path.Â
Jimin gulps and manages a nod as he writes down,âno whip,â to the cupâs label.Â
âName?âÂ
Jimin finds it easiest to only stare intently at the cupâs white sticker label, no longer trusting himself to stand face to face withâ
âJungkook.âÂ
Itâs just a name Jimin, a stupid little name of someone You. Donât. Know. And yet, Jiminâs heart bursts, it flutters, it drops to the pit of his stomach, heâs nervous, excited, the syllables echo, the sound of the otherâs voice saying his own name bounces all throughout Jiminâs mind. Jimin doesnât know why. But oh my god, heâs obsessed.Â
âOk, Iâll get that going for you!â Itâs hard to shift back to his customer service voice when it feels like a piano was dropped onto his head. But Jimin manages to get the words out, his fingers are a little shaky and his writing of âJKâ is more squiggles than a coherent word.Â
Fucking finally. Jiminâs body feels like itâs soaring through the air when heâs able to rush away from the counter to make the boyâs drink. In this little section of the shop he can hide behind the different assortments of protein powders and fruits, itâs not that heâs hiding from Jungkook watching him, itâs that these objects can block Jimin from trying to watch Jungkook.
Jiminâs extra adrenaline lets him speed through making the drink, hopefully to get Jungkook out of his atmosphere as soon as humanly possible. In his rush he almost adds whip when heâs done with the drink but quickly stops himself, instead just adding a lid and straw to the to-go cup.Â
He goes up to the other end of the counter, âJungkookâŚ?â
Jungkook looks up from his phone to see Jimin waiting for him across the small shop and he smiles. That must not have been aimed towards Jimin, right? Jungkook must be happy his drink is done so he can leave⌠right?
âThank you,â Jungkook says, still a small smile to his lips. He reaches out and takes the drink from Jiminâs grasp, but his fingers gently brush over Jiminâs as he pulls the drink away. Jimin looks down at the frappe, with Jungkookâs veiny fingers clasping to it, and a few glide over Jiminâs own fingers. Then thereâs one little purposeful tap. Or maybe it isnât purposeful. It might just be a tap.Â
Jimin looks up at Jungkook to gage the otherâs expression, but Jungkook is already on his way out, completely focused on sucking at the straw to get to the first bit of his matcha. Thereâs a moment that passes and then Jungkook sways his shoulder and he gives Jimin one last glance before heâs completely gone.
How the fuck is JiminâJimin of all fucking peopleâsupposed to comprehend if that was purposeful or a random accidental finger tap, if that was a purposeful or random last glance. Jiminâs insides are in a knot and Jungkook has only been in his life for maybe the better half of ten minutes.Â
Jimin watches as Jungkook leaves the gym, holding the door open for some men who walk in, giving some random high fives to other passer-byes in the parking lot until he fades out of view. Jimin feels a large tug of relief when Jungkook is no longer in vision. He doesnât put two and two together, that this random hottie could as well be the loud nuisance everyoneâs been arguing about.Â
Jimin just thinks to himself, imagine if that guy was always around! How would I get anything done?!Â
He quickly finds out just how fucked he really is.Â
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 Even when Jungkook scurries out of the smoothie shop Jimin isnât rid of the boy. His mind is filled with thoughts of the other, Jungkookâs glistening skin, the soft flesh of his cheeks that contrast to the sharpness to his brow and jaw. Jungkook stars in all of Jiminâs dreams. When Jimin wakes up from yet another one he instantly reaches for his phone to text his best friend Taehyung about it.Â
jm: you know the guy who bought the smoothie yesterday?
tae: haha yea ?
jm: i just had a fucking wet dream about him
tae: god jimin you need to get a gripÂ
jm: how am i supposed to control dream me??? dream me is a bold little fuckerÂ
tae: maybe real life you needs to do something about thatÂ
Jimin leaves Taehyung on read, huffing to himself as he collapses back into his sheets. Jimin usually ignores Taehyungâs antics, the other always has these grandiose ideas of romance and what Jiminâs so-called-sex-life should entail. Jimin typically doesnât live up to the standardâat least while heâs sober.Â
And not even going to work can distract Jiminâs thoughts from finding their way to Jungkook. Because Jungkook could walk in at any second, and Jiminâs heart canât prepare itself to handle that. Jimin is working his typical one to nine shift, however, itâs Thursday! This means a different gym schedule for Jungkook, one that consists of coming in around one thirty pm, not specifically to ruin Jiminâs entire day, but that is definitely achieved.
In walks Jungkook. Jimin wants to throw himself into his blender and swirl away to a different dimension. He might just have a heart attack. Â
Jungkook is on the phone and laughing, strolling through the double doors, still unaware of how much hatred from the staff is directed towards him, and how much fucking lust is emanating from Park Jimin. Jungkook is clad in a new set of workout clothes, gray sweats replacing yesterdayâs basketball shorts, and a tight fitting black tank top instead of a loose white t-shirt. The change is very accepted though, in how the tank is tight to Jungkookâs skin, accentuating the broadness of his exposed shoulders as they lead down to his small waist. Jimin doesnât even notice that heâs licking his lips but he is and god he canât bring himself to look away.
Jungkook chooses a random chest press machine, close enough to the smoothie shop that heâs within hearing distance of Jimin. Jimin presumes the other doesnât pay notice to this proximity though, Jungkook seems to be only focused on starting his workout with a simple warm up beside the machine; stretching, and then progressing into a little burst of cardio. Already loud grunts escape him with each jump lunge, and then a whineâthat might as well be labeled as a moanâwhen he finally takes to the machine. Each elongation of his arms with the weight generates an onslaught of sharp little noises that echo and sing their way from Jungkookâs mouth to Jiminâs pierced ear.
Oh. Oh. Heâs the guy. Jungkook is the âguy.â The one everyone hates. Go figure.Â
Jimin canât decide if he wants to spontaneously combust at the realization right where heâs standing, or run over to Jungkook and position himself between those spread legs of the dark-haired boy, being the one eliciting those moans.Â
Okay, Jimin thinks, I can handle this. This is fine!Â
He is very much not fine.Â
Luckily, Jimin is distracted from his thinking as a customer comes up to the counter. Itâs a tall middle-aged man who massages the bridge of his nose with exhaustion.Â
âIâll have the Raspberry blend,â He says simply, adding a polite smile despite his noticeable irritation.Â
Jimin nods with smile, heâs so relieved to be briefly distracted, âOk! What sizeââ
âMan, it must be so annoying to work here, huh?â
Jimin is taken aback at the interruption of the order, guys who look like this donât usually start a conversation with him. But no one else is in line behind him so Jimin isnât too worried about exchanging some words before getting started on the order.
âWhat do you mean?â
The man shrugs with a laugh and quickly glances behind himself to the glass wall that showcases the people working out on the other side. âIâm only here sometimes, and at random times âcause my schedule is loose⌠anyway, I swear to God, every time Iâm here that kid is also.â
Jimin at first doesnât know which âkidâ the guy is talking about, at first he thinks an annoying child is playing with the workout machines and disturbing the other adultâs workout routines or something. But the man looks behind himself yet again, this time he does a mild gesture to the particular boy heâs talking about, and Jiminâs eyes follow his stare to see Jungkook furiously doing a tricep workout through the glass.Â
âOh!â is all Jimin can say, his voice light as he stumbles over the word.Â
The man turns back around to face Jimin, âIt must be annoying to always be hearing that guy groan all day, must give you a headache.â
Jimin looks over the manâs shoulder to watch Jungkook for a split second, the muscles in the boyâs arms tensing and releasing as his noises are frequent. He can see how theyâd be bothersome to the other gym-goers, especially other straight men. But gosh, the only thing Jimin can think of is: if he makes those kinds of noises while working out... the noises heâd make in other... scenarios... oh man.Â
Jimin manages to pull his attention back to the man in front of him, âI guess Iâve just gotten used to it by now.âÂ
The man nods with a sympathetic little smile. He reaches for his wallet and drops a couple of oneâs into Jiminâs tip jar with a wink. âThanks for entertaining me.â
Jimin blushes and grabs an empty cup, âOk, so, what size would you like?â
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 The place lulls during the odd hours of afternoon, Jimin canât remember what he used to do during these lulls. Now he uses these slow hours to lean his elbows against the counter, his cheek resting in his palm as his eyes follow the dark-haired boy as he makes his rounds to the different machines. Jungkookâs breath is hitching, finally becoming erratic after nearly two hours of lifting and weight training. Itâs taken him this long to become tired? That endurance⌠he must last a long time⌠during his workouts! He lasts a long time for workoutsâŚ
Within the haze of his thoughts, Jimin doesnât notice that very boy his thoughts are revolving around approach the smoothie shop until the taller boy is peering down at Jimin, whoâs perched on the counter. Jimin really canât get away with anything.Â
âUh⌠hi?â Jungkook says, a light laugh with the words.Â
Jimin shuffles to stand up fully, his back aching from leaning for so long. Heâs once again staring into Jungkookâs eyes.Â
âIs the chocolate protein shake good?âÂ
âItâs really good,â Jimin practically chokes out.Â
Jungkook peers at Jimin with a slight raise of his brow, but doesnât question Jiminâs words. âOk cool, Iâll get that in a mediumâŚâ Jungkook pauses, looking to Jiminâs apron, âJimin."
Jiminâs heart stutters with hearing his own name emerge from the dark-haired boyâs lips, he wasnât prepared for that and his entire dialogue is interrupted. Heâs back on that Jungkook bullshit again, desperately wanting to reach out and graze his hand over the boyâs skin, itâs emanating warmth; the sweat hasnât cooled Jungkookâs skin yet, heâs flushed all over in bursts of pink across the skin thatâs displayed. Jimin is whipped. That reminds him:
âAny whip?â
Jungkook chuckles, âIâm still recovering from my banana milk dairy overdose.â
âRight!âÂ
âYeah.âÂ
Thatâs splendid. Jimin wants to make a cold protein shake, pour it on the floor and lay down in it until he turns into a little chocolate popsicle to no longer exist as part of the human race. Itâs not too horrible he forget this specific request for no whip, but in front of Jungkook, he feels the pressure to be completely calm and collectedâdespite how opposite that is of himself.Â
âIâll get that going for you thenâŚâ he says in a rush before hurrying off to once again find salvation behind the assortment of industrial blenders.Â
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 The next day itâs a banana shake with oat milk.Â
âI had to go back to my fave,â Jungkook laughs, looking especially pleased as he takes a sip.
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 The day after that itâs a gross spinach combo, somehow ginger and orange juice end up together, Jiminâs nose scrunches with disgust as he pours it all into Jungkookâs to-go cup, the âJKâ on the label starting to become clearer as Jiminâs nerves around the other boy subside.Â
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 Finally itâs his day off. Though the nerves may have begun to subside, his thoughts of Jungkook only become more prominent. Day after day the boyâs face is further ingrained to Jiminâs mind. The different bits of skin that are exposed in his different exercise clothes, the different ways his wet hair can be parted, swept back or plastered to his forehead, cascading across his flushed cheeks or tucked behind his pierced ears.Â
jm: i might be obsessed
tae: i knew jimin wasnât impervious to boys!!!
jm: i canât stop thinking about him taeÂ
itâs so bad
idk what to do
tae: kiss!kiss!kiss!kiss!
jm: and then weâll ride off into the sunset on our unicorn ??
tae: i think you underestimate how much of a bad bitch you are jimin
jm: bad bitches donât need no mansÂ
tae: ⌠i think this one does ^
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 The next day Jungkook orders strawberry mango.
Jimin definitely isnât much of a bad bitch when it comes to watching Jungkookâs lips mold around the straw and take in his first sip.Â
His breath must taste of it; of that stupid strawberry mango smoothie. When kissed his lips probably give in, as easy as biting into soft fruit. Maybe theyâd emit a soft whine from the roughness, but ultimately be swayed with a sweet breath escaping. His tongue might be citrus, maybe sharp in its sourness; but Jimin wouldnât be able to pull away, sucked in by Jungkook in how one sucks from a smoothie straw.
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 It increases, Jungkook now gets a smoothie before and after his workout. Some kind of apple and oatmeal concoction going in and a peanut butter mocha after. Jimin begins to worry for this boyâs stomach but he still eats up the time he has with the other while he places order after order, and their fingers always brush when he retrieves his drink.Â
 âGod, my bank account is suffering,â Jungkook mumbles while sliding his card over to Jimin.Â
Jimin flashes his bright smile, a smile thatâs rarely seen in normal customer service. It slips across his face easily with Jungkook though.Â
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 Another day.Â
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 And another. A kid Jungkookâs age shouldnât be allowed to have this kind of influence on Jiminâs mental sanity.Â
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 Jungkook must not know how to chew or something, Jimin thinks during yet another shift at the smoothie shop, but Iâm so god damn lucky this boy doesnât know how to chew. He hardly hears Jungkook approaching him, but itâs now a familiar sight to the shorter boy, it doesnât make him completely lose his mind. But he canât stop himself from letting his eyes travel up and down Jungkookâs body to just make sure this is real life.Â
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 âWe need to make a punch card just for you, Kookie,â Jimin says, a solid month into Jungkookâs frequent smoothie orders. Jimin tests the waters with muttering Jungkookâs nickname under his breath in addition to the statement. Jungkook isnât phased, per usual.Â
âAnd a longer menu, I think I just ran out of new stuff to order,â he replies, his eyes desperately scouring the menu.Â
âDo you still want something?â Jimin asks, his voice so sweet, curling at the end to accentuate the question.
Jungkook looks from the menu back to Jiminâs face. âAny suggestions?â
âI always go back to the matcha frappe, thatâs what I told you to order on the first day,â he answers in a coo. The first day. Maybe he shouldnât have said that, it implies he noticed when the first day was. But⌠he did. So maybe that isnât so bad to notice.Â
Jungkookâs eyes flash a little sparkle before he ducks his head down with a laugh, his hair falling in front of his face to block Jimin from reading his expression. When Jungkookâs head perks back up heâs regained his composure, only a little smirk still held at his lips. Though not much, this is still some of the most emoting Jimin has received from Jungkook yet. Either the boy is shy or just hard to please, either way, the sight makes Jiminâs insides warm, buzzing like a faulty car going up a steep hill.
âSounds good, Iâll do that.âÂ
Jimin gulps with a nod.
Do it? He means have it right?Â
Maybe he should just get a new job so all of his senses arenât attacked every time Jungkook slips up with his words.Â
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 âJimin, hey, are you even paying attention?â Jiminâs dance instructor Hoseok snaps. Jimin shakes his head trying to rid himself of his random thoughts, his vision returning to him as the other studentâs heads all turn to look at him.Â
âSorry sorry!â Jimin exclaims, realigning his feet to the proper position to continue. Hoseokâs face is still strained with disappointment but he turns back to the mirror to resume teaching the choreography. This is so unlike Jimin, heâs usually the star pupil, he usually is way ahead of everyone else, practicing any chance he gets after work or on his weekends, before and after practice. Now heâs reduced to a little floating orb of light that can only comprehend thinking Jungkook is hot, Jungkook is hot, Jungkook is hot, on repeat.Â
âYouâve been out of it the last couple of classes,â Hoseok says after practice. Though Hoseok is a bit older, and bit more experienced than Jimin, theyâve been dance buddies for years. Hoseok gets fed up easily, snapping frequently, but the second class is over his face returns to the usual peppy expression thatâs held to his features.Â
Jimin sighs, swiping the few droplets of sweat away from above his lip. âYeah Iâm good, just boy troubles and stuff, yâknow.âÂ
Hoseok laughs, sitting down on the floor and Jimin follows suit.Â
âI can relate. Do I know this boy?â Hoseok says, his tone mirroring a parent.Â
âNah, I donât think so. Heâs just a regular at my gym and heâs obsessed with smoothies.âÂ
âSounds cute,â Hoseok laughs again.
Jimin canât even explain how cute it all is. âI think heâs ordered a smoothie from me every day Iâve worked for the last like⌠month.â
âI donât know if anyone likes smoothies that muchâ Hoseok says, âHe might just like you.â
Jimin is taken aback, his face contorted in concentrated thought, âWait⌠what?â
Hoseok pauses for a moment, waiting for a comedic pause, but there is none, Jimin just stares back at him, dumbfounded.Â
âJimin, oh my god, dude, itâs obvious that heâs only buying that many smoothies to see you every day.âÂ
Jimin still canât process what Hoseok is implying. His eyes are wide and mouth held slightly open in an âoâ shape. Is he really that dense? Whenever heâs brought Jungkook up to Taehyung heâd thought it was a one-sided crush⌠something funny to talk and daydream about, but nowâŚ
âI know you can be hard on yourself and think no one likes you JiminieâŚâ
Jimin interrupts him with a scoff, âAishhhh, Hoseok!â
Hoseok rolls his eyes with a smile, âJimin, let me finish. I have to break it to you, I think a lot of guys probably really really like you. This smoothie guy is probably of that category. You just never pick up the signals!âÂ
âIââŚâ Jimin canât help but laugh, âI canât comprehend this entire conversation.âÂ
Hoseok nudges the other boyâs shoulder, âMaybe heâs just waiting for you to write down your number on his smoothie cup.âÂ
Jimin internally curses himself out. Despite how idealistic all of this sounds⌠Hoseok might be right.Â
âHonestly, I think youâre giving him too much credit,â Jimin sighs, exasperated as he leans back until laying entirely on the hardwood floor. Hoseok follows suit, resting his head so their hair overlaps on the ground.Â
âWhoâs gonna be the dick to hit on someone at their job? Maybe heâs just being polite to make sure you actually like him back.âÂ
Like him back? Can this be real life? Here Jimin has been pining over Jungkook possibly acknowledging his existence, and Hoseok suggests Jungkookâs been the one trying not to overstep Jiminâs boundaries?Â
Hoseok interrupts Jiminâs intense train of thought, âCan I at least see a pic of him?â he asks.Â
Jimin is glad his thoughts are cut off and the conversation slightly switches subject. He reaches into his pocket to fish out his phone, pulling up Jungkookâs Instagram (which heâs been stalking ever since he found it, about two weeks ago). He hands his phone over to Hoseok, who grabs it eagerly. Thereâs a brief pause, Hoseok scrolling through the photos on Jungkookâs page until pulling up a specific one of Jungkook while working out. Itâs not in the same gym where Jimin works though.Â
âI think your smoothie boy needs to lay off the protein shakes,â he says while pinching the screen to zoom in on Jungkookâs bulging biceps and perked chest. Jimin watches, a little fear in his stomach while Hoseokâs fingers manhandle the screen.Â
And then.Â
âOh fuck, ah god, Iâm sorry Jiminie,â Hoseok exclaims. Jiminâs stomach drops, seeing that Hoseok accidentally liked Jungkookâs photo.
âHow far back is itâŚâ Jimin says quietly, his breath hitching.Â
â⌠itâs from 2018.âÂ
âFuck.â
Hoseok slowly passes Jiminâs phone back to him, Jiminâs face colorless and his body splayed out across the floor like a broken doll as he accepts his phone from Hoseok. He wants to fucking delete his entire Instagram account, and then the app, and then dump his phone into the ocean. But all he can manage to do is stuff his phone back into his pocket and push away the image of Jungkook receiving the notification from his mind.Â
The boys lay there in an awkward silence for a few moments.Â
âYou definitely have to give him your number now,â Hoseok says.Â
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 Jimin grants himself a few more days before trying to make any moves. He lets himself pay more notice to how Jungkook orders, how Jungkookâs eyes graze over his frame, how maybe the otherâs breath doesnât hitch from the workout, but rather in reaction to when Jimin will smile, or when his words are particularly soft. Jimin lets Jungkook continue to drain his bank account on smoothies, trying out every smoothie option on the menu, or combining new flavors to create cursed protein shakes.Â
One day Jungkook says, âJust surprise me.âÂ
On another he almost spits out his drink when he first tastes it, âIs this really orange-pineapple?â
Jiminâs eyes dart around, âWell, yes, but you said to add the kale chips and get rid of the banana, and sub it with greek yogurt.âÂ
âI really said that?â Jungkook says, shaking his head with a laugh while trying not to purse his lips on the second sip. Heâs hardly successful.Â
âAh, Jungkook, arenât I your hyung?â Jimin presumes.Â
Jungkook smiles despite still holding the sour liquid within his mouth, âI donât know, maybe.â
âIâm twenty four,â Jimin says, smirking as Jungkook playfully shoots his eyes around the room.Â
âIâm twenty twoâŚâ The younger mumbles.Â
âAh,â Jimin says, âThen as your hyung Iâm pretty sure thatâs what you said.â This is a new level of sass from Jimin, but he doesnât doubt himself as Jungkook flushes and canât meet his eye contact.Â
âI think Iâm delirious, Jiminie,â Jungkook laughs, Jiminâs nickname slips easily from the otherâs lips, but Jungkook doesnât pause to reconsider it, heâs almost out the door by the time it registers in Jiminâs brain. Jungkookâs voice, the little word, Jiminie.Â
Before Jungkook is completely gone he turns back, halting his speed, âPlease donât let me create my own drink again tomorrow, I really canât be trusted, hyung.â
âTomorrow,â âHyung.âÂ
Even if Jungkook hadnât said, âTomorrow,â Jimin would have still presumed that Jungkook would be back again tomorrow, as he is everyday; but to hear Jungkook actually acknowledge it, to reconfirm it, the word sinks into his skin and makes his body feel wobbly. Jungkook is gone before Jimin can respond. Heâs always gone so fast, smoothie jostling with the speed, âhyungâ left heavy in the air.Â
Jiminâs phone dings and he fishes it from his apron discreetly, a text from Hoseok appears.Â
jh: Jimin! I am going to intervene as your little guardian angel and declare you make your move with the smoothie boy tomorrowÂ
Hoseokâs timing is annoyingly on point.Â
Jimin whispers to himself, âtomorrow.â Itâs all becoming so real to him. The word lingering from Jungkookâs mouth to repeatedly echo in Jiminâs mind, the word on display across his bright phone screen. He doesnât have much of a choice to avoid it any longer, with âguardian angelâ Hoseok getting involved and all. Despite how all his limbs seem to tingle and his mind fogs up as if filled with tv static, tomorrow is better than never.Â
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 The tomorrow in which Jungkook and Hoseok were referring comes too quickly for Jiminâs liking. Itâs Jiminâs normal shift today of one to nine pm, and for a few hours he can busy himself with an onslaught of customers and Namjoon breathing down his neck on occasion. Itâs not until seven pm rolls around that Jungkook marches through the gymâs double doors. Now that Jungkook is here and that means Jimin will actually have to follow through with making his move, all Jimin wants is to recoil into his skin and simply become invisible. He especially wants to be invisible due to how his eyes canât stop staring at Jungkook. The dark-haired boy is wearing an all gray puma tracksuit, the top rolled up at the sleeves, the bottoms loose on his legs but tight at his hips. Jimin prays Jungkook doesnât toss a glance over to him because he swears heâs melting where heâs standing. If it werenât for his taught apron tugging at the small of his waist he believes heâd be a puddle by now. Luckily, Jungkook is lazily scrolling his phone like usual, his brow flexed and mouth in a pout until he laughs and double-taps the screen. Heâs a simple boy and Jimin eats it up.
But Jimin does wonder why he was so late today, Jungkook is more of a morning workout person (well unless thatâs not when Jimin is working), if not, then heâs an afternoon person at least. Jimin tries not to dwell on it, busying himself with scrubbing the blenders and pre-chopping some vegetables. Then the noises start to pick up. When they do, other gym-goers instantly make their way to the exit doors, making sure to send a stabbing glare to Jungkookâs direction before marching off. Jungkook is busying himself on the rowing machine, paying no attention.Â
Jungkookâs two-hour workout feels especially long tonight, Jimin canât find anything to do with himself while fewer and fewer customers come in every hour, the gym doesnât even slow down but whoâs buying a smoothie at eight pm? Well, certainly no one in this fucking gym.Â
Jimin wants to run in little circles as his fear tingles up into his chest. With each passing minute he becomes more antsy and easily startled. He needs to focus on his breathing, controlling it and slowing it down. He stands still, with his eyes shut, and works on taking in a full deep breath, and then letting it out slowly.Â
Of course this is when Jungkook decides heâs done for the night. He strolls in with his usual languid demeanor to find Jimin quietly huffing and puffing to himself in the far corner of the shop.Â
Jungkook clears his throat.
Jimin nearly topples over at the interruption, definitely ruining all of his attempts at controlling his heart rate. Itâs soaring through the roof as he slowly makes his way out of his corner and closer to Jungkook.Â
âItâs not too late to order⌠right?â Jungkook says, his voice dripping. Maybe it is the night time that makes his voice sound deeper and more powerful, or maybe itâs Jiminâs mind being dosed in copious amounts of oxygen.
Jimin glances to the overhead clock, eight fifty-five. Heâs off in five minutes.Â
âNo, youâre good,â Jimin says in a burst.Â
âCool. Can I have the matcha frappe please?â
âIsnât this your third time?â Jimin exclaims with a laugh, regaining his composure.Â
âHey, third times a charm,â Jungkook says, raising up his hands with a shrug. âAnd Iâm starting to be fond of the coconut milk.â
Jimin canât muster a response, only nodding and gesturing for Jungkookâs card. Jungkook grabs it from his wallet and hands it over, but Jimin tries to grab it too early, his fingers cascading over Jungkookâs and jumping away at the touch. The card falls to the counter and they both stare at it, neither raising their gaze to the other. Jimin, in a tizzy, finally grabs for it and hastily slides it through the system.Â
âIâll have it out for you real soon,â Jimin says, his voice hushed as he hands Jungkookâs card back to him.Â
âThank you, Jimin,â Jungkook says. His voice is deep and he doesnât hesitate a syllable, itâs all purposeful, but his expression shows otherwise, of a little boy trying to run away from his words. He grabs his card and scurries off to one of the stools to wait, his body slouching over and his loose clothing hiding most of his frame.Â
This is Jiminâs chance, he quickly blends the tea and ice, but before he pours it into the cup he writes on the label. While Jungkook is relaxed and on his phone like any other day, Jimin feels like heâs spinning counter-clockwise on a foreign planet. A planet where his knees want to give way because gravity pulls at them too harshly. He double-checks the label, the scribbling is legible enough, and the drinkâs condensation hasnât completely soaked through the paper to have it curled and wrinkled on itself. Itâll do. Itâs the best he can do.Â
Jiminâs heart might not actually be beating as he sets the drink at the end of the counter, spinning it so the label is on full display to Jungkook. Either his heart isnât beating at all, or itâs beating at the speed of a hummingbird, far faster than Jimin can even process. All he can do is stand there awkwardly, his fingers intertwined and his chest heaving in little bursts.Â
Jungkook is nonchalant as he approaches the counter, his breathing far more controlled than Jiminâs despite being the one who just recently finished up an intense workout. For a second it seems Jungkook doesnât pay notice to the label, Jimin backs away, preparing to not say a single word about it and let the other leave. But then Jungkookâs hand slides along the cup and he does a double-take, noticing all of the extra writing. Jimin is completely still, eyes trying to find anything else to focus on besides Jungkook, and yet they are plastered to him, unable to look away as the other reads the cup.Â
âwould u teach me how to lift? iâm free after 9â The label reads.Â
Jungkook looks up from the label to look at Jimin, then his head turns to the clock: nine oâ one pm. Jiminâs heart is fluttering so much he thinks he might take flight.Â
âYouâre free?â is all Jungkook asks, a small smile growing across his face.Â
âMhm,â Jimin answers, his voice tiny.Â
This whole âtomorrowâ thing turns out to be really working in Jiminâs favor.Â
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 Oh so Jungkook is actually set on teaching him how to liftâŚok.Â
âYou can start with just the bar, itâs about forty pounds, so itâll give you a good idea of where youâre at.â
Jiminâs wide eyes are trained on watching Jungkook explain this all to him, while he has his experience in dance heâs never been too fond of weightlifting or muscle building. Jungkook, on the other hand, is avidly displaying the angles at which hands and arms and feet should be when lifting. Jimin just likes to hear the otherâs voice for such longer bursts than the usual smoothie order, so he lets the younger boy drawl on excitedly.Â
âOk, so, you got all that?âÂ
He definitely got none of it but he gives Jungkook an exuberant nod to please the other. He takes his turn under the bar, first positioning his feet for a wide squat and then his hands grab the textured part of the bar indicating where to hold. Jungkookâs eyes are all over him, maybe contemplating his form, or just to take him in. Under the gaze Jimin feels light and airy, his blinking erratic as he looks back at himself in the mirror.Â
âYour form is really good,â Jungkook says quietly, âAre you ready to try it out?â
âMâyeah,â Jimin answers, swaying slightly in anticipation. He slowly bends slightly down to dislodge the bar from where itâs held, holding it on his shoulders. Forty pounds is a lot heavier than Jimin thought it would be, it presses into his skin and he shuffles under the weight, trying to remain in position to do the squat.Â
âWoah, woah, is this good, are you ok?â Jungkook says, reaching out for Jimin, his hands curling around Jiminâs waist. Jimin freezes from the contact, the bar no longer wiggling in his hold, his legs no longer shaking. The touch of Jungkook both exhilarates him and stables him. Jiminâs head slowly turns to Jungkook, the bar pressing at an awkward angle but he ignores it.
âIâll just help you with this first one,â Jungkook says, his voice resembling more of a whisper than a normal volume. His hands donât leave Jiminâs waist, instead they curl tighter, urging the other to begin his descent. Jimin lets his body ease into the squat, focusing on the strain to his thighs, the weight at his shoulders, the tension to his back, his soft face contorted into seriousness. Jungkook moves with him, squatting behind him to showcase the movement to it. Jimin pauses, holding the squat, âThis is the right form?â
Jungkook releases his hold on Jimin to walk around and view him from the side. Jungkookâs touch so quickly leaving makes Jimin realize just how desperate heâs been all this time to be held. He wants to whine with the loss of contact, but manages to control his face to remain neutral. Jungkook evaluates him for a moment, his eyes trailing down the otherâs slightly arched back and thighs that threaten to quake. Jungkook reaches out to him and traces along Jiminâs flexed forearms, up to his rounded bicep and further until his fingers meet with the cold metal along Jiminâs neck. The slight graze alights Jiminâs skin, the subtleness to it, and yet so tender. Where Jungkook touched there are surges of heat.Â
âYouâre perfectâ⌠I mean, your form is perfect,â Jungkook says quickly, his face losing some of its composure. Jimin smiles to himself, his face hidden behind his bangs as he raises himself back up to standing. Maybe Jungkook had been just waiting for an invitation from Jimin, a scrawled proclamation of what they both kept meaning to say.Â
Jimin puts the bar back into place, stretching out his muscles with a sigh. âWell, that was a good first day of lifting, lots of hard work and many hours put in.â
Jungkook laughs, extending his arm for a fist bump.Â
A fist bump. Really? Jimin wants to throw himself under all the dumbbells and be crushed to death. He returns the fist bump, begrudgingly though, and offers a pathetic little smile.Â
âDo you work tomorrow?â Jungkook asks.Â
Jimin steps away from the entire metal contraption and sits on the bench beside it, eyeing up Jungkook who stands before him.Â
âI do,â he answers.Â
âDo you want to try a different workout after your shift?â Jungkook has a hard time meeting Jiminâs gaze, his eyes focused on the floor, watching his feet scuff across the tile.Â
âIâm not actually that interested in getting into weight lifting, itâs not really my forteâŚâ Jimin mumbles. Heâs scared Jungkook is truly thinking that his little smoothie cup label was a legitimate request for a personal trainer of sorts. Jimin feels like such the idiot and just wants to remove himself from the entire scenario and go to bed.Â
âAh, really Jimin? I was hoping I could stop spending money on smoothies to see youâŚâ
The words cut into Jimin and he turns to Jungkook in alarm, Jungkook yet again hides from Jiminâs stare, shuffling his feet and pretending to pick at his fingernails. Jimin is at a loss for words, his tongue feeling dry and his lips opening and closing trying to find a noise to emerge from them.Â
âTo s-see me?â He finally manages to stutter out.Â
Jungkook laughs sitting down on the bench, but still a good three feet between them. The distance feels thick and obvious, Jimin wishing he were bolder to scoot closer but remaining planted exactly where heâd sat down.Â
âDidnât you ask me to teach you how to lift so you could see me?â Jungkook retorts.Â
âWellââ Jimin wants to continue but Jungkookâs hand slides across the bench and Jimin pays too much attention to it to finish his comeback. Jungkookâs hand sits between them, idle, the boy calculating Jiminâs response. Jiminâs face doesnât convey too much, mostly shock, but then his eyes glaze over as they raise to look back at Jungkook. Jungkook closes the gap and his hand skates over Jiminâs. Jungkookâs palm is rougher than Jiminâs soft skin, probably worn out from all the weights constantly in his grasp. Jimin canât do much of anything, just watching as Jungkookâs larger hand rests on his own, at ease. Itâs a soft sensation, of mild touch, of minor contact, but it still creates a flare of heat within Jiminâs small frame, his cheeks flushing and eyes darting about. Itâs hectic and strange and Jungkookâs touch is still so foreign⌠but so welcomed.Â
âI donât think my account or my stomach can handle many more smoothies Jiminie.â
Jimin bites his lip and his wrist twists so that his fingers intertwine around Jungkook. Their breathing is hushed and slow, Jungkookâs fingers react willingly to fully hold Jiminâs hand. Jimin isnât familiar with being so forward, so bold, it all feels sudden but he likes it.Â
âI donât think I can handle watching you drink any more godawful smoothies, Jungoo,â he finally replies, gaging Jungkookâs reaction. Jungkook hums, a smile forming thatâs brighter than any of his previous smiles.Â
âIâm glad we can agree on that.âÂ
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 Jimin isnât mad when the next day comes about quickly. Though a tension is still in his stomach it is more promising. Itâs his first day of work without one specific boy coming by to order a smoothie early into Jiminâs shift. Jimin misses the interaction, while before it had plagued him and sent shivers down his spine, now he craves the feeling. His demeanor perks up when Jungkook shows up two hours before his shift ends; the evening light is behind Jungkook, the slight semblance of golden hour surrounding his shoulders. Itâs a heavenly image, the boy moves nearly in slow motion, the lighting displays the outline of all Jungkookâs fly away hairs in contrast to his dark silhouette. The gymâs speakers have some random pop song blaring on in the background, but Jungkook deserves a much cooler soundtrack to accompany his runway style walk.Â
Usually, Jungkook doesnât shift his attention over to Jimin when he first comes in, he usually seems focused on getting started with his workout, AirPods in and gaze trained to his phone or already focused to what machine heâs planning to use. Today, Jungkookâs head turns to Jimin standing behind his little counter. Jungkook smiles, it isnât strained, it isnât a second thought, it comes easily and doesnât fade for a while. Jimin stands stiff and expressionless until he raises his hand up do give Jungkook a little wave. Jungkook laughs then, waving back before wandering off to the far wing of the gym, out of Jiminâs view.
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 Jimin cleans up the shop in a hurry as the clock ticks down to nine, he scrubs furiously at the strawberry stains and tries to control his hand as it writes the new specials down in cursive. Namjoon is hovering somewhere nearby, finally emerging from his little side office to as well prepare for closing.Â
âThat loud kid didnât come by for a smoothie today,â Namjoon says, Jimin spins to face his boss. âI hope that doesnât continue, heâs loud but heâs good for business.â
Jimin smiles, but he knows he canât make any promises on Jungkookâs behalfâor Jungkookâs dad for that matter, thinking of how drained his income must be funding Jungkookâs devious endeavors.Â
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 Jungkook is leaning against the open door frame of the smoothie shop when it finally reaches nine. Jimin rushes to him, giddy like a child approaching a large display of candy. Jungkookâs eyes do a once over across Jiminâs body, the loose shirt Jimin is wearing under his apron today, his black skinny jeans to abide by the dress code. Jungkook takes in the otherâs appearance like heâs grammy awards ready, clad in a tailored designer suit.Â
âHi,â Jungkook says, the word dropping his mouth amidst a harsh exhale. Jimin presumes it to be due to his workout, unaware of how flustered the other really is.Â
âHi,â he answers.Â
It shouldnât feel this easy, to ignore the fear that coils within his stomach, to not mind his messed up breathing pattern, but it is easy. They walk beside each other like theyâve walked with each other for years. Itâs never been like this for Jimin before, giving into his feelings, to follow through with them, maybe this is how his friends whoâve been in more serious relationships have felt this whole time. Like it should be easy. And all of a sudden, Jimin can understand.Â
Jungkook leads them to a corner where a lot of elliptical machines are lined up.Â
âTo warm up,â Jungkook says. Jimin isnât so fearful of this machine, heâs more familiar with cardio workouts and hops on without hesitation.Â
âWanna do a mile?â Jimin asks, and Jungkook looks at him with an excited smile. Jimin likes that the other is competitive, matching his pace, matching his form, their legs moving in unison. Jungkook is so⌠obliging, so friendly, it seems like a lot of the walls he originally put up have been broken, revealing an energetic twenty-something-year-old with a smile always waiting to form.Â
They both come to a stop at the same time when they reach a mile, Jungkookâs beyond sweaty now, and Jimin feels a slight dampness at his forehead. They hurriedly get off the machines, and Jungkook notices Jiminâs slight glaze of sweat. He approaches Jimin, his gaze soft and eyes trained to the otherâs flushed skin and little airy breaths. Jungkook hasnât seen Jimin look like this before, heâs usually so composed within the smoothie shop, while Jungkook is the one to always look wrecked. He slowly brings up the back of his hand and it glides across Jiminâs forehead.Â
âThere you go,â Jungkook says, his hand withdrawing from Jiminâs skin. The graze doesnât help cool off Jiminâs skin, it only flares a heat across his face. And Jungkookâs words snap something in Jimin, something switches. The subtleness to the gesture, the softness of his touch along Jiminâs skin. âThere you go,â because Jungkook wants to make sure Jimin feels comfortable. Jimin feels his breathing surge, much like a swelling tide, he feels like his heartbeat is at the back of his throat. Without a second thought, without letting his mind overwhelm him or the sight of Jungkook intimidate him, he lets himself lean closer and fill the gap between them. His hands clasp to Jungkookâs face, pulling the other to meet his kiss. For a moment, Jungkook is still, his eyes wide and his body frozen. Jimin becomes alarmed and pulls away, their lips only a few inches apart and Jiminâs eyes glazed over.Â
âCan I kiss you?â Jimin asks, regretting not asking before and hoping he didnât ruin everything. At first, Jungkook only stares blankly, and then with a sheepish smile and his eyes slowly glossing over as well, he nods.Â
âYes⌠yes.â
Jungkook initiates it this time, with his head tilting closer so his soft mouth can take in Jiminâs bottom lip, sucking it in and swallowing the slight noise that escapes from Jimin. Jungkook really does taste sweet, and his tongue soon curls into the kiss, swirling within Jiminâs mouth like strawberries clashing with oranges. Itâs enveloping and it finally quiets some part of Jiminâs mind he didnât know existed. Their hands are scattered across each other, tugging to pull clothing closer, brushing over the soft flesh of shoulders or cheekbones.Â
Itâs nearly perfect, except for the setting could have been more idealistic. The ellipticals surrounding them, and whatever the gym is playing over the speakers, is a little out of place for their dramatic first kiss. But it makes Jimin feel more comfortable; it feels familiar, he knows this side of Jungkook, the side that will drain his account to kiss Jimin, and never wear anything besides workout clothes.Â
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Chapter 2: banana milk
Notes:
So... here's all the smut I promised... along with the fluff I also promised
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The first time Jimin sees Jungkook in normal clothes is on their first date. He hops into Jungkookâs car and for a moment is slightly taken aback to see the boy in all black streetwear: black t-shirt, black pants and black sneakers. Itâs almost intimidating, with Jungkookâs piercings catching the light and his hair actually somewhat styled to contrast how wet and disheveled it usually is. Jimin looks much softer in comparison, wearing a white button-down and blue jeans, his bangs brushing over his eyebrows.Â
âIs it eating time?â Jimin asks sweetly, turning in his seat to look at Jungkook whoâs relaxed behind the wheel.Â
âYes, finally some real food.â
âNoodles?â
Jungkook smiles, âYes,â he murmurs past his grin.Â
Jimin feels his stomach leap in hunger and anticipation as they drive, Jungkookâs car is intense, its air conditioning blasts at Jimin until his hair is messed up beyond salvation. He doesnât mind though, he leans back and lets himself relax, Jungkook turns on some random music that drowns out the road and traffic noises. Jungkook looks almost more in his element behind the wheel than he does at the gymâif thatâs possible. Maybe he just pulls off every atmosphere. Jimin watches as the other boy shifts gears, merges into traffic, slowly lets his leg press onto the gas when they reach the freeway. Though his legs are concealed in black pants, Jimin can see how Jungkookâs muscles tense when he breaks or applies speed through a turn. Itâs a cautious movement, controlled and calculated, Jungkook has a certain control to himself that gives off a confidence Jimin admires.Â
âYouâre a good driver, Jungkook-ah,â Jimin says, eyeing the other tentatively. Jungkook flushes, his powerful demeanor shattering to expose how easily flustered he can become.
âThank you hyung.â
Jiminâs words affect him in a specific way. Though they always come out light and sweet, he knows Jimin is careful with what he says. When he does speak it means something, and Jungkook can only shrug under the attention from the older boy.Â
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 The noodles are gone quickly, with Jimin holding a pleased expression, licking his lips and pushing the empty bowl to the middle of the table.Â
âDid you eat well?â Jungkook asks, as well finishing off his dinner of lamb and rice.Â
Jimin nods, his smile not fading as he leans on his elbows to get closer to Jungkookâs side of the table. âAnd Iâll pay too, how does that sound?â He asks in a playful tone.Â
Itâs an entirely new side to Jimin that comes out after heâs eaten well. His face plastered with a smirk as sweet as a strawberry, his eyes nearly shut in the contortion. Jungkook indulges in it, in the sight, in the words that coo from Jiminâs glossy lips. He plays up his intrigue in response, matching Jiminâs posture by resting his chin on his fist with his elbows digging into the table.Â
âMy dad would certainly adore you for giving my bank account a rest.â
âYour dad?â Jimin laughs.Â
âAnd me too,â Jungkook says while he looks away, flustered, his stomach rumbling with digestion. Jiminâs entire being distracted him, his thoughts staggering off, ruining all chances at trying to find a witty comeback.
Jimin startles when his phone buzzes suddenly. He quickly retrieves it, smiling at Jungkook to excuse the interruption.Â
tae: howâs the date going studÂ
Jimin rolls his eyes.Â
Jungkook quirks a brow, âWho is it?â
âJust my friend Taehyung,â Jimin answers, shoving his phone away without responding.Â
âWhatâs he up to?â
âJust⌠yâknowâŚâ Jimin laughs as he trails off, his face flushing, âChecking in on us.â
Jungkookâs nose scrunches with his shy smile, âMaking sure youâre still alive and Iâm not a serial killer?â
Jimin scoffs, âMore like⌠congratulating me on not being a pussy and actually going on a date with you.âÂ
He canât believe he actually says this. He tries to back away before the words escape him but theyâre out before he can manage to shut his mouth. He doesnât even mention the use of the word âstudâ in Taehyungâs texts, the word just making Jimin want to laugh at his name even being compared to that of a stud.Â
Jungkookâs ears perk hearing Jiminâs words, leaning forward until the table presses into his abdomen. âDonât peopleâŚ.want to take you out like allthe time?âÂ
Jiminâs face turns perplexed, his eyes darting about like heâs on some hidden camera show getting pranked.Â
âWhat? Definitely not.âÂ
Jungkookâs face turns from that of joking, to now more serious and questioning.Â
âI swear, a thousand guys have probably tried to flirt with you at the smoothie shop.â
Jimin pouts, his mind trying to make sense of everything Jungkook is saying. âI would seriously doubt that.â
âJimin⌠do you not realize how pretty you are? And sweet? Iâm not some smoothie maniac, I came to your shop everyday to hopefully make an impression on you amongst all the other guys who must flirt with you all the time.â
Jimin goes completely silent, his mouth agape and he feels how his face slowly turns bright red, the heat pulsing under his skin.Â
âI didnât want to be just another guy who bombards you with gross flirting while you try to work, or push my number at you just to get blocked,â Jungkookâs eyes dart around the scenery of the restaurant, trying to find the right words, trying not to scare Jimin off, âI only bought so many smoothies âcause every time Iâd go into that damned shop all my courage melted away when I saw your face.â
âJungkookââ Jimin tries to find the right words to pull from his frazzled jumble of thoughts, he tries to reach his hands towards Jungkookâs but they feel like theyâre made of lead.Â
âIâm⌠Iâm really glad you wrote that note to me on my cup, I donât think I would have ever had the guts.âÂ
Jimin wants to melt, but finally in a good way. In a way not like a puddle to the ground, but instead, like thick honey, pouring over every surface as his body is enveloped in the warmth of Jungkookâs words, the otherâs voice surrounding him and devouring until he only exists to be covered in the sound.
âI was really nervous,â Jimin finally says, sheepish, trying to hide his face from viewâif only his bangs were longer.Â
Jungkookâs hands reach out and find Jiminâs, his fingers coiling around the otherâs, and squeezing as his response.Â
âTell Taehyung youâre the coolest, most bold and forward man Iâve ever met,â Jungkook jokes, but his eyes are warm with affection.Â
Jimin just bats away the praise but knows heâll rant about all of this to Taehyung later.Â
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 With Jimin and Jungkook now âdating,â (or âtalking,â or whatever they are), they interact less often at the gym. Jungkook doesnât try to fit his workouts into Jiminâs work schedule, his workouts only sometimes accidentally overlapping with Jiminâs shifts. On those spontaneous occasions Jimin blows a kiss or Jungkook comes up to the counter to exchange a few words if there isnât a line. Namjoon eyes up Jungkook, waiting for the boy to make an order but Jungkook doesnâtâhis bank account exhausted enough after his long month of a nearly entirely smoothie dietâthis results in Namjoon shaking his head with disappointment and returning back to his little side office. Itâs nice for them to operate on separate schedules, it allows Jimin to not feel so distracted all the time, he can think of other things besides Jungkook. That doesnât mean heâs successful though, his âboyfriend,â or whatever theyâre going to call it, still plasters himself all over Jimin's mind. At least Jungkookâs loud noises arenât constantly disrupting Jimin from working.Â
After a movie one night Jungkook drops Jimin off at his apartment, the nightâs warm summer air lingering in the space between them. Itâs a Tuesday, but summer days donât feel any different from each other, always warm and always holding promises for the night.Â
âWhen can I see you next?â Jungkook drawls, his words slow and heavy, as if Jimin isnât listening.Â
âAhh, I work late tomorrow⌠you donât have to come by the gym a second time to pick me up since you like working out in the morning.â
âDay after tomorrow I have a really early morning test too aghhhh,â Jungkook sighs with an exasperated posture, âSo I canât stay out late tomorrow eitherâŚâ
âSo⌠maybe three days from now? Friday?â Jimin asks, his pitch dropping in his sadness. Jungkook quickly grabs the olderâs chin, holding it tenderly to evaluate Jiminâs upset expression.Â
âHey, we can FaceTime and text, and you know Iâll be thinking of you,â Jungkook says.Â
Jimin pouts, but Jungkook doesnât tolerate it, to see Jimin sad. His fingers squish the soft skin of Jiminâs cheeks, bringing the otherâs face closer to his. Jungkookâs breath hovers over Jiminâs lips.Â
âCan I kiss you?â
Since their first kiss they both enjoy asking the other before they kiss. Itâs not that neither of them are willing, they both desperately look forward to kissing each other, but itâs something about the wait, the pause before the touch.Â
Jiminâs eyes flutter shut, and he doesnât need to say anything, leaning in to reach Jungkookâs lips that engulf his. Itâs breathy and slow, it tastes like movie popcorn, and it never lasts long enough for their fill.Â
âOkayâŚâ Jimin sighs. His fingers crave to reach out and pull Jungkook closer to him again, despite the heat in the air he craves the warmth of the other. He lets Jungkook leave though, waiting at his door to catch how Jungkook always turns back to give one last glance to Jimin before actually leaving. Itâs a little thing, but in its simplicity, it satisfies Jiminâs heart.Â
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 His fucking coworkerâs dog gets the flu again. Maybe she just needs to get a different dog, Jimin thinks, begrudgingly, as he walks into the smoothie shop at six-in-the-fucking-am. Heâs so sleep-deprived and angry he forgets entirely of Jungkookâs frequent morning workouts. So when Jungkook walks into the gymâthree hours into Jiminâs shiftâ at a crisp nine oâclock, Jimin is quite taken aback. Jungkook doesnât even notice Jimin behind the counter, not expecting Jimin to be working right now (Jimin wishes he wasnât working). Jungkook is wearing a large hoodie that blocks most of his peripheral vision, his head bent down as he focuses on his rapid texting. While Jungkook walks right past Jiminâs shop, Jiminâs phone buzzes.
jk <3: missing u Minnie, wishing i could see ur face :(((
Jimin wants to audibly laugh, looking up from his screen to see Jungkookâs little hooded head give his phone a satisfied nod before walking off out of sight. Jimin smiles to himself, texting back.Â
jm: canât wait to see u <33333
If only Jungkook knew.
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 Two hours later Jimin can hear that Jungkook is almost done with his workout. From quite far into the gym Jungkookâs low noises increase in loudness and sound more and more strained. Jimin looks to the clock, itâs only a few minutes into eleven am, heâs due for his lunch break right now, having already passed his fifth hour. Namjoon doesnât really care when Jimin takes his lunch, or if he even takes one at all, but corporate forces him to mandate that all his employees do. Jimin turns his attention from the clock to see Namjoon standing behind him.Â
âPlease go take your lunch,â the older says with a sigh, making sure to watch Jimin punch out before he takes his place at the counter.
Jimin smiles innocently at him as he walks out of the smoothie shop, âSee you in forty-five minutes, hyung!â He coos, and Namjoon just rolls his eyes, but canât help to smile in return.Â
Jimin glides along the gymâs tiled flooring, making his way down the different paths of gym equipment, past the ellipticals where heâd first kissed Jungkook, and further until he sees the younger walking into the locker room. Jimin follows light on his feet, his apron still tight at the small of his waist.Â
When Jimin enters the locker room behind the still unaware Jungkook, the place is quiet. Itâs hard to make himself be quiet, though heâs usually delicate with his feet, his nerves get to him and he stumbles slightly. Jungkookâs head whips around and he rushes to Jimin with a look of pure surprise. His entire body is glazed with a sheen of sweat, the smell so intoxicatingly Jungkook. Jimin is overtaken by it and feels like he could swoon within the grasp of the other boy.Â
âJimin!â Jungkook exclaims, his fingers instantly enjoying the feeling of holding the bare skin of Jiminâs arm. Jimin smiles, his hands as well wrapping around any part of Jungkook he can hold, every part feeling taught and hard after having just worked out.Â
âMy schedule got changed,â is all Jimin can say before his patience wears thin. He doesnât bother asking Jungkook if he can kiss him because as his head leans closer, Jungkook meets him in the middle without hesitation. Their kiss is heavier than any of the few theyâve shared before. Itâs harsher, with their clash of teeth and frantic movements.Â
Itâs a time of day when the gymâs occupancy lulls yet again (its far past when people work out before work, and not yet the time for people working out after work) an in-between time when everything echos and it feels like the entire room was meant for only Jimin and Jungkook.
Jungkook walks them backward, bringing their connected bodies farther into the empty locker room. Jungkookâs hands are greedy to hold more and more of Jimin, the pads of his fingers grazing over any skin thatâs exposed, his legs in between Jiminâs to close any distance that still remains.Â
âThe sauna,â Jimin says, his breathing uneven and a devious smile forming at the corners of his mouth. Jungkookâs own excitement escalates, Jiminâs boldness heightening the tension that rises between them.Â
âThe sauna,â Jungkook reaffirms, only to be tugged by Jimin in itsâ direction. Jungkookâs heart is racing, following behind Jimin, his sore thighs threatening to give out while Jimin is just starting to wake up for the day.Â
They enter the sauna carefully and quietly to make sure no old naked men are in it. It is empty, quiet except for the sound of the coals sizzling against water. The franticness is gone, Jimin is slow now, almost circling Jungkook in a predatory manner. Jungkook stands stiff and still, watching as Jimin unties his apron. And then his shirt is off too. Jungkookâs eyes feel low, maybe the heat is getting to him, or it could be Jimin.Â
Itâs definitely Jimin.Â
Jimin approaches the younger in a manner unlike himself, his eyes grazing over every inch of Jungkook, swaying his hips and his fist tossing his t-shirt to one of the random wood benches.Â
âJungkookâŚâ Jimin says, his pitch is lower than Jungkook has ever heard it. Jimin leans closer and leaves a light kiss to the curve of Jungkookâs neck. The wetness of Jiminâs mouth is cold against Jungkookâs hot skin, sending a shiver rippling down his spine at the contact.Â
âYes hyungâŚ?â he manages to answer amidst the fog of lust that clouds his mind and chokes down the volume to his voice. It comes out as a whisper, and Jimin loves how much power he has over the younger. If the Jimin from a month ago could see him nowâŚ
âI want to make you feel good,â Jimin replies. Jungkook noticeably gulps, which only urges Jiminâs mouth to find itsâ way to Jungkookâs throat. He nips at the supple flesh, then his tongue traces down the expanse, and back up again, to find itsâ way to behind Jungkookâs ear, âI want to make you feel so good.â
Jungkook shudders, his frame pressed against the door, his body leaving an obvious silhouette against the foggy glass. He wants Jimin so bad, he wants Jimin to touch every part of him, he wants to feel his skin against his hyungâs, itâs all so much he canât find the right words fast enough.Â
Jimin takes in Jungkookâs earlobe, nibbling at it, tugging at the youngerâs piercing he has between his teeth.Â
âDo you want me to touch you Jungkook?âÂ
The question is easy for Jungkook to answer, finally, heâs capable of a response, giving a hurried nod. His eyes are almost entirely shut, but he forces them to stay open to take in the sight of Jimin, to see how Jiminâs body leans against his, how his fingers slide down Jungkookâs chest only to stop to tug at his sweatpantsâ strings.Â
âThis is alright?â Jimin asks, holding onto Jungkookâs hips so the loose sweats donât immediately slide off. A soft moan escapes Jungkook, his hands reaching out to brush through Jiminâs dampening hair.Â
âGod yes.â
That is all Jimin needs. He makes quick work to let Jungkookâs sweats fall to his ankles, his underwear tight across his thick and muscled thighs. Jimin takes off Jungkookâs hoodie next, the youngerâs hair tousled, already looking like sex hair. All of Jungkookâs skin is burning up, Jimin finds it intoxicating, heat emanating off the other as Jimin trails little cold kisses across his loverâs collarbones and shoulders. His breath along Jungkookâs skin is refreshing, smelling of the smoothie shop to contrast the smell of cedar all around them.
The smoothie shop, the smell makes Jungkookâs heart flutter, somehow the cute boy from the smoothie shop is kissing down his skin, still smelling of mangos and banana. How did he manage to end up here? What good deed of his landed him this kind of karma? His fingers curl tighter in Jiminâs hair, tugging the other to kiss him, just to make sure this is all real and actually happening to him. Jimin meets the kiss, hard, itâs definitely real, with the slight pain of the older biting at Jungkookâs bottom lip.Â
Jungkookâs low and broken moan echoes throughout the room.Â
Finally, the noise isnât from working out, Jimin made that moan, and his confidence only grows seeing how wrecked Jungkook has already become. He wants to ruin Jungkook, to pull out every noise the boy could possibly make, he feels hungry in his desire.Â
âCome here,â Jimin says as he breaks the kiss, a string of saliva still connecting their lips.Â
âMhmâŚâ Jungkook says in a delirium as Jimin leads him to sit on one of the warm wood benches, his back leaning to rest on the benches behind him. Heâs relieved to not have to stand anymore, he honestly thought his legs would give out in only a matter of time. Now his limbs are relaxed, he watches how Jiminâs eyes turn dark, only slivers of light flashing across the otherâs irises from the embers each time they spark and crackle. Jungkookâs breathing is flighty and hitches, even more, when he watches Jimin descend to his knees in front of Jungkookâs spread legs.Â
Itâs a sight, finally, Jiminâs hair isnât well keptâto match that of Jungkookâsâitâs splayed across his face, hiding some of the sweetness thatâs usually plastered to his face. Heâs seductive now, inching towards Jungkook, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. And yet, even in this dark atmosphere, Jimin has a way about him, of being so sexy but still cute. In how his little shoulders wiggle as he crawls closer and closer, his cheeks are round and flushed. Jungkook is already too far gone to handle the scene in front of him, he lets his head lull back when he feels Jimin begin to scatter kisses up the inside of his thighs.Â
Itâs a sight, Jungkook in front of Jimin, his legs nearly quivering with each kiss that nears closer and closer to his bulge. Jimin loves that Jungkook canât contain himself, how his legs keep trying to spread wider and wider to give Jimin better access, how his throat bobs with each whimper that escapes him, how he can see Jungkookâs cock twitch within the restraints of his underwear. Jimin finally reaches his destination, Jungkook already completely hard despite no contact. Jimin makes sure to look up at Jungkook, securing their eye contact as his mouth begins to suck at the fabric. Jungkook canât help but buck his hips from Jiminâs mouth suckling at him, he mewls as his eyes threaten to flutter completely shut.Â
âEyes on me, Jungkook,â Jimin says. Heâs set on watching how Jungkook reacts to his every touch. Jungkook bites at his lower lip, not able to do anything with himself as Jiminâs mouth slobbers over his concealed cock.Â
âI can taste you already, JungooâŚâ Jimin says, his mouth kissing and then sucking in the clothed head that is leaking pre-cum. Jungkook practically barks when the heat from Jiminâs mouth surrounds his cock, the underwear rubbing at his sensitive skin.Â
âPlease, JiminieâŚâ Jungkook says, voice already ruined, coming out low and gravely.Â
Jimin doesnât want to make Jungkook beg, that isnât his intent, he only wants to please Jungkook, show how good it can feel. Though Jimin has been shy around other boys all his life that doesnât mean he hasnât given his fair share of blowjobs. Random High School boyfriends, or the occasional college flings, were perfect chances for Jimin to master the skill. This is just the first time Jiminâs really wanted to take advantage of his skill to use it to the best of his ability. It would be hard to not want to please Jungkook, the youngerâs eyes grow so wide and sparkle when heâs pleased. Jimin wants to see his face like this as often as he can.Â
Jimin slowly peels away the confining fabric from over Jungkookâs cock, Jungkook lets out a beautiful sigh when the air hits his hot flesh, watching as the underwear is dragged from his hips, down his thighs, until Jimin carefully slips Jungkookâs feet through the holes. Heâs left in only his white t-shirt, thatâs becoming see-through from his sweat and the wet, thick air.Â
âAh⌠Jungkook,â Jimin says, taking in the image, hopefully ingraining it into his mind forever. Jungkookâs flushed cock pressed to his abdomen, making his t-shirt ride up, his cock twitches, itâs slick with pre-cum thatâs already dripped down his length, his chest takes in long breathes and his legs are open, patiently waiting for Jimin. Jimin canât resist waiting any longer just to take in the sight. He nuzzles his cheek against the inside of Jungkookâs thigh, taking in the smell of the other as his palms travel up from Jungkookâs thighs to find purchase at his hips.
âJimin, if you donât touch me I think Iâm going to pass out,â Jungkook moans. Thatâs reason enough for Jimin to bring his face back to Jungkookâs crotch, this time itâs skin to skin, only beautiful and flushed skin on display, no stupid cloth separating them. Jiminâs tongue pokes out, he makes sure to get Jungkookâs eye contact once again, before licking a strip up Jungkookâs length.Â
This alone sends a spike of pleasure through Jungkookâs form, his stomach tensing as Jimin laps at his vein. Jiminâs mouth is sly, knowing how to subdue a man. His thick lips mumble against Jungkookâs cock, making sure every inch is wet and desperate. Jungkook wants to complain again, to beg Jimin for more more more. He doesnât need to though, Jimin can see how flustered and needy he is, and he obliges without needing words. Jimin kisses the tip yet again, but this time he opens his mouth and lets it full descend down. Jungkookâs groan rumbles, a noise Jimin hasnât heard from him before, much louder than the usual weight lifting groan heâs heard previously. Itâs exciting, itâs empowering, it makes Jimin only want to please him further. His mouth reaches Jungkookâs base and sucks, Jungkook whimpers, his hips threatening to buck further into Jiminâs throat. Jimin let him do soâyet. He wiggles his throat back and forth at Jungkookâs base, creating a wet and lewd noise.Â
âHyungâŚâÂ
Jiminâs mouth slowly ascends Jungkookâs girth, trailing up slowly until he only suckles at the head once again. He can taste Jungkookâs pre-cum, it only urges him to continue his administrations. When he takes Jungkookâs length back in, his hands trail from their hold on Jungkookâs narrow hips to slide up his torso. Jimin watches as his fingers expose Jungkookâs tanned abs, they move up and down quickly with his sharp breathes and stuttered little gasps.Â
How did Jimin pull this? This statue of a man, with chiseled features that so easily quake under Jiminâs touch. Jimin releases Jungkookâs cock from his mouth with another lewd pop to echo across the sauna.Â
âYou can fuck my mouth now,â Jimin says with a voice crack, his throat already weak.Â
Jungkook nods, quickly winding his hands into Jiminâs hair to sway the older to take his cock back into his warm, wet mouth. Jungkook doesnât hesitate to follow Jiminâs instructions, Jiminâs mouth takes in his entire length, relaxing his jaw in preparation for Jungkookâs thrusts. The youngerâs thrusts are desperate, they donât follow a rhythm or pattern, they are fast to seek the softness of the otherâs throat, to eat up the noises of gurgling and Jiminâs little choked whines.Â
âThis is too good Jimin, I canât take it,â Jungkook says, his voice almost singing the words amongst his little broken sobs of pleasure.Â
Jiminâs hands travel along the skin of Jungkookâs chest, irritated with the t-shirt getting in his way. Jimin lets Jungkook completely wreck his throat, but in return, he brings up the hem of Jungkookâs t-shirt to the youngerâs mouth. Jungkook doesnât hesitate to bite down on the fabric, his teeth grinding into it as his moans are muffled. This gives Jimin full access to his exposed skin, his hands squeezing Jungkookâs pecs, tracing the defined lines of his six-pack.Â
This might be heaven.Â
Jungkook tries to speak through the fabric within his mouth, but his words come out as a jumble of syllables. Jimin can easily guess what heâs trying to say though, feeling how Jungkookâs cock bounces in his mouth, erratic and frantic for the friction. Jiminâs moan harmonizes with Jungkookâs when the younger finally cums, the heat shooting down Jiminâs throat as he sucks it down greedily. Jungkook finishes with little jolts of his hips before he fully relaxes with a low sigh. Jimin slowly raises his head from Jungkookâs length, lapping at the little bubble of white that still trickles from Jungkookâs slit.Â
Jimin licks his lips.Â
âFuck,â Jungkook groans, releasing his shirt from his mouth, the fabric crumpled and wet. He sits up from his reclined position, evaluating just how wrecked Jimin is. âDid I go too hard?â
Jimin giggles, lightly coughing, but his smile not fading. âIâd sound a lot worse if you went too hard.âÂ
His voice is still light and sweet, despite a few voice cracks. Jungkook reaches for the older, his fingers needy to hold the soft skin of Jiminâs face.
âItâs way too hot in here,â Jimin laughs, as Jungkookâs contact only further heats up his skin.Â
âI can take you back to your apartment and return the favor,â Jungkook mumbles, his eyes glazed in his post-orgasm bliss.Â
âI wish, I have to go finish my shift though,â Jimin answers with a disgusted sigh.Â
âI donât think Iâve ever gotten a blowjob during someoneâs lunch break.â
Jimin eats up how Jungkookâs face breaks into a shy smile, while still remaining naked and his cock still hard against his stomach.Â
âI definitely have never given a blowjob in a sauna,â Jimin replies.Â
They leave the room and Jungkook does his best to help Jimin look normal again, putting Jiminâs t-shirt back on and tying up Jiminâs cute apron. The last few minutes of Jiminâs break tick down quickly. Jiminâs hair dries easily but his lips are extra swollen.Â
âKiss me before I have to go back to work,â Jimin says, in his cute little way of whining out the words. Jungkook doesnât have to hesitate though, loving the feeling of Jiminâs plump lips against his, still tasting of cedar and that fucking smoothie shop.Â
âI guess Iâll see you day after tomorrow?â
Jimin makes an upset face, pouting and hunching his shoulders, âYeahâŚâ
âIâm glad I at least got to see you today,â Jungkook mumbles, kissing Jiminâs cheek repeatedly, taking full advantage of their last few minutes together. âWell, maybe we did a little more than just see each other.â
Jimin wants to smack the other, âCanât wait till I can see you again,â he smirks, having to pull himself away from the otherâs hold to get back to work.Â
When he returns to the smoothie shop, Jungkook walking with him to give him one last kiss before leaving the gym, Namjoon eyes up Jimin.Â
âYou look different,â is all he says.Â
Ok, Jimin thinks, next time definitely not in the gym.Â
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 This "next timeâ doesnât come fast enough for Jiminâs liking. Itâs longer than the âday after tomorrowâ they had agreed upon.Â
jm: so ur not free til monday? :00
jk<3: an exponential amount of hw got assigned,,, so yea :â(
jm: didnt u guys just have a test ??
jk<3: summer school is,,, a bitchÂ
trust me i hate it tooÂ
but u know,,,, dad pays for tuition and gym membership and refills my card sooooÂ
jm: yea :(((
i miss u tho
jk<3: i miss u tooÂ
u have no idea minnieÂ
plus,,,, my last memory of u isâŚ.. ahhh
lets just say i canât stop thinking abt it
Jimin smiles widely at his phone, turning it off and throwing it across his bed before he stares at the text for hours, knowing the longer heâd look, the more heâd completely melt on the inside. But his phone buzzes before he can leave it on his bed to get ready for the day.Â
jk<3: so monday?
jm: yes yes yes
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 Usually, Mondays are a cursed day. But in the summer months, when the sky never really wants to fade into night, and the city pulses in a new way, and legs are always on display in mini skirts or revealing shorts, those months donât let Mondays bother anyone. With Jiminâs always fluctuating work schedule, and the gymâs inflow not relying on school schedules, the only structure Jimin relies on is that of Jungkookâs. Jungkookâs stupid summer school classes, his relentless assignments he manages to put on the back burner to always text Jimin back quickly and finally make time to see Jimin in person. Jimin knows itâs a hard schedule to be fit into, so heâs grateful when he sees the youngerâs face at the other side of his apartmentâs door.Â
Monday. Who wouldâve thought?
âYou made it,â Jimin coos, pulling the younger into a soft hug. He takes in Jungkookâs smell as his face is pressed to the crook of the otherâs neck. Â
âOf course,â Jungkook answers, taking a deep inhale, his nose in Jiminâs scruffy hair. Itâs the same as always, smelling of summer and fruit, but Jungkook can never get over it.Â
Jimin pulls them into the room and he shuts the door behind Jungkookâs back. The hug loosens only so Jungkook can take the shorterâs face into his palm. Jungkook stares down at Jimin, eyes looking over every centimeter of the otherâs face, how his eyes are wide waiting for something to be said or done, how his mouth always looks so kissable.Â
âYouâre not sweaty,â Jimin points out, breaking the silence.
Jungkookâs mouth stretches into his familiar smile, one Jimin has been missing, âI wanted to see you the first chance I got,â he replies. âHonestly fuck school for not letting me see you earlier.â
Jiminâs face perks up into a giddy smile, âSee?! Thatâs what Iâve been saying for days.âÂ
Jungkook cracks up, kissing Jiminâs forehead, wrapping his forearms over Jiminâs shoulders just because he can. Jimin is the perfect height for him to easily embrace and lean his weight into.Â
âIâm hungry,â Jimin says with a whiny tone, mumbling into the warm fabric of Jungkookâs shirt as heâs buried under Jungkookâs arms.
âYeah?â
ââJimin hyung,ââ Jimin mocks, playing up his already high pitched voice, âWill you make me a smoothie? I want a matcha fraaaaaappe.âÂ
Jungkook nearly growls in his slight irritation with the shorter boy, just rolling his eyes as he still holds onto the otherâs shoulders.Â
âJimin-ahhhhhh, I donât want whipppp, I drank too much banana milllllllk,â Jimin continues to drawl, a little devious smile on his face. He knows he can easily work up Jungkook, and he indulges with the power.Â
Jungkook doesnât hesitate when he squats down and grabs Jimin by his thighs, slinging the shorter boy over his shoulder, and quickly slapping Jiminâs butt that is helplessly on display. Jimin is laughing from behind Jungkookâs shoulder, keeping up his high pitched voice practically speaking gibberish, his arms dangling as heâs marched around his own apartment.Â
Jungkook finds Jiminâs room, the door cracked open and wafting with the olderâs scent. Jungkook is already obsessed. Despite his infatuation, he keeps up his dominant behavior, tossing Jimin from his shoulder onto the otherâs bed. Somehow, Jungkook still manages to be tender with the administrations, his eyes showing a different side though; one that darkens with growing lust. Jimin sees the change of character, huffing from the roughness of the other but not speaking up to complain further.Â
âJimin-ah,â Jungkook purrs, crawling onto the bed on his hands and knees, slowly approaching the otherâs sprawled body. âDonât make me toomad.â
Jimin smirks, giddy in hearing Jungkookâs pitch drop. But his body is too antsy to lay still, sitting up and switching over to being also on his knees. Jimin doesnât play along with Jungkookâs dominant character heâs putting on, he likes to be competitive.Â
âIâm your hyung, Jungkookie, I think we both know whoâs really in control right now,â he replies with a devilish tone. Jungkook is taken aback, pausing in his tracks, only capable of watching how Jimin slowly pulls off his blouse. Jungkook canât quite comprehend what it is about Jimin that is able to so fully transfix him, maybe the way his body so carefully sways in his movements, how he is so sweet but still holds his ground.Â
Maybe itâs just in how Jimin is so Jimin.Â
And itâs true, Jungkook really isnât the one in control, but he loves how Jimin is. With that little sweet voice of his that knows what it wants, and how to always get it. Jungkook would easily buy out the entire smoothie shopâs stock over and over again if Jimin asked him to.Â
Luckily, Jimin doesnât want that, all Jimin wants is to close the space between him and Jungkook. He wants Jungkookâs fingers to touch him today, to find every mole of his, to kiss the skin that craves the other so dearly. He wants Jungkook to make love to him, for it to be hard and brutal and completely ruin him, but still have a tenderness remain in the movements, to still see how soft Jungkookâs eyes can become when they look at Jimin. Jimin wants it all, right now, as quickly as possible, as loud and rough and soft as possible.Â
When Jimin beckons Jungkook, with a simple hum in the back of his throat, his knees craning to get closer, Jungkook is ready to give Jimin everything he requests.Â
Their lips meet. Itâs hardly a sensation at first, the light brush of breath, the hesitance of youth. But Jimin doesnât allow it to remain so gentle for much longer. His tongue licks across Jungkookâs bottom lip, savoring how delicate it is before he fully envelopes the other in a deep kiss. Their tongues hardly know what to do, both so hungry and clouded in lust that itâs wet and uncontrolled. Jungkookâs mind races with thoughts, Jiminâs tongue, Jiminâs lips, Jiminâs hair, Jiminâs taste, Jiminâs skin. He wants more of it all. Jimin is willing and ready to satisfy.Â
Jimin shoves Jungkook down, climbing atop the otherâs thighs to straddle Jungkookâs hips. He quickly resumes their kiss, heavy breathing connecting and un-connecting their lips from each other. Jimin rocks on Jungkookâs hips, testing out how quickly Jungkook can become hard for his hyungâitâs quick. Jimin smirks to himself against Jungkookâs lips, embracing his power and using it to his full ability. He doesnât just rock his hips, he sways them and moves them in circles, testing out how many noises he can elicit from the younger at the mere friction.Â
âJimin,â Jungkook whines, breaking their kiss but the older still grinds down on him, âTake off your pants I want to return the favor.â
Though Jimin appreciates the youngerâs offer, he just wants to be fucked right now.Â
âWe can do that some other time,â Jimin says, leaving little breathy kisses along Jungkookâs neck until heâs cut off at the collar of the otherâs shirt. Jimin makes quick work of taking off Jungkookâs shirt, admiring the exposed skin in a harsher lighting, taking in each detail he hadnât been able to while mid blow job last time.Â
âYou donât want me to eat you out?â Jungkook asks, almost sad, Jiminâs hair tickling down his chest as Jimin leaves kisses everywhere he can. âI bet you taste so good hyung.â
Jimin scoffs, nipping at Jungkookâs side, âI have very stretched patience right now, Iâve been waiting for this for too long.â
Thatâs enough reason for Jungkook, he reaches his hands down to his jeans and quickly unbuttons and unzips them. Jimin sits up and lets Jungkook wiggle out of his own pants.Â
âIron man underwear?â Jimin laughs.
Jungkook blushes, reaching out for Jimin and pulling him back to sitting on his lap. He sits up with Jiminâs thighs wrapping around his waist, âI was wearing a different pair of Iron man underwear in the sauna, you just didnât notice.âÂ
Jimin throws his head back with a laugh, âJungkookie-ah, youâre such a player!â
âI definitely am, you still sucked my dick even when I wore Iron man underwear.âÂ
Jimin smirks, leaning close once again to suck at Jungkookâs neck, he only breaks the contact to whisper against the otherâs skin, âAnd now Iâm gonna let a guy in Iron man underwear fuck me, look how desperate you make your hyung, Jungkook.â
The words stifle any chance Jungkook had at a come back, heâs much too far gone with lust to defend his underwear choices. If it works for Jimin then why argue?
Jiminâs hips regain their previous pace, working in dizzying circles over Jungkookâs confined cock.Â
âDo you have lube?â Jungkook huskily asks, his neck rolling back with pleasure, giving Jimin a view of his sharp jawline and craning neck.Â
âYes, Iâll get it,â Jimin answers, pushing himself off of Jungkookâs lap, leaving the younger desperate for friction to return. Jimin saunters over to his bedside table. Knowing Jungkookâs eyes are stuck on his form, Jimin makes sure to put on a show as he strips from his pants. This leaves them both in only underwear, the air almost cackling with the sexual tension that sparks between them. Jimin sticks out his tongue with a wide smile and squinted eyes, his tongue flicks back and forth as he showcases his strawberry lube.
âOf course,â Jungkook laughs. Jimin nods, winding his way around the strewn clothes on the floor, back to Jungkook sitting ready on the bed.Â
âTurn around,â Jungkook tries to command of Jimin once the older is on the bed, but Jimin doesnât break eye contact, is body finding its way back onto Jungkook.
âI want to watch you while I finger myself,â Jimin says.Â
Jungkook gulps. All he does is nod, even if he didnât nod Jimin would still do what he pleases. Jimin pops the cap of the pink plastic container, drizzling the thick liquid onto his pointer and middle finger; the smell hits the room all at once, intoxicatingly sweet and it makes Jungkookâs eyes flutter.Â
âWould you help me take these off?â Jimin asks, looking down to his annoying underwear that also strains against how hard heâs become. Jungkook adamantly nods, his hands reaching out to tug down the hem, pulling them until Jiminâs cute little cock pops out. He slides them down until they fall from the olderâs thighs and sit at his knees against the bed. Jungkook uses this as his opportunity to finally touch Jimin, the warm skin of his narrow hips, how soft it is under Jungkookâs fingers.Â
Jimin whines with the attention, trying to focus on fully lubing his fingers up as they bend behind him to rub at his hole. Jungkook watches in amazement, wetting his lips, the scene playing out like some kind of expensive porno and somehow heâs managed to sit in front the most beautiful bottom heâs ever seen.Â
Jiminâs first finger teases at his entrance, he relaxes, and slowly pushes it in, his face breaking from itâs controlled expression to let out a long whine.Â
âGod Jiminie, do you need me to help?â Jungkook asks, his pitch low, watching as Jimin slowly thrusts the finger in and out of himself, his ministrations slow as he stretches himself out.Â
Jimin is in a haze, peering at Jungkook from past his thick lashes, âJust watch baby, all I want you to do is watch me⌠donât I look good right now? Just one finger fills me up⌠imagine how tight Iâll be around your cock.â
Jungkookâs throat feels dry, he doesnât know how to process this level of dirty talk, heâs never had to before. But Jimin is all-new levels of sinful, his voice alone leaving Jungkook needy and pliant.Â
Jimin makes a show of it when he finally inserts his second finger in, his eyes squeezing shut with a sharp moan that escapes him. He starts to bounce onto his own fingers, using his strong dancer thighs for leverage. Jungkook encourages the other, his fingers grazing light trails across every surface of Jimin available to him. He reaches around the older and traces down Jiminâs arching back, reaching the supple flesh of Jiminâs ass, taking in the soft skin and squeezing it tenderly.Â
âMmm, I donât want to wait anymore,â Jimin whines, his back curling even farther.Â
âMaybe you should do three fingersâŚâ Jungkook says, smiling.Â
Jiminâs movements stop for a moment to eye up Jungkook, âCocky huh?â
Jungkook shrugs, a hand grabbing his clothed cock, giving it a few strokes as Jimin watches with pursed lips.Â
âBetter safe than sorry, hyung.âÂ
Jimin rolls his eyes, but he spreads lube across his ring finger, making sure to not break eye contact as he slowly inserts it past his ring of muscle. He canât keep up the serious facade though, as the intrusion brings about a new wave of pleasure and slight pain. He can only manage a few thrusts of his three fingers before his thighs quake and give out on him. Jungkook is quick to scoop up his hyung, his fingers holding tightly to the otherâs warm and glistening skin.Â
âHyungâŚâ Jungkook mumbles into Jiminâs soft tummy. Jiminâs collapsed onto his back, his limbs splaying out carelessly across the duvet as Jungkook climbs over him. âYouâre soâŚâ
âYeah?â
âYouâre justââ Jungkook canât find the words, looking down at the boy below him, the sheets wrinkling under Jiminâs frame. Heâs overtaken by Jiminâs ethereal appearance, of his hair falling every direction, of his face showcasing a level of pleasure Jungkookâs never seen anyone possess.Â
Jimin doesnât need Jungkook to try to finish his sentence. He wraps his fingers around the back of Jungkookâs neck and brings the younger to his lips. Their kiss isnât hurried, itâs slow, and tender because itâs them. Theyâre shy and flushed and they canât get enough of each other.
âIâm ready,â Jimin says into Jungkookâs mouth, his voice so hushed Jungkook has to pull away to fully comprehend it. Jimin gives him a nod to reaffirm his words, his legs spreading, his eyes hooded in their desire. Jungkook doesnât need further encouragement, he slides off his underwear, finally letting his throbbing cock free. Itâs flushed at the head and Jungkook gives it a few lazy tugs before reaching to Jiminâs strawberry lube. Itâs a little cold as it drizzles down his length, but he doesnât mind, making sure itâs evenly coated before lining up at Jiminâs hole.
âYouâre cute,â Jungkook says against Jiminâs cheek.Â
âAishh, just fuck me already,â Jimin complains, but his voice is playful. Jungkook follows the olderâs orders. He grabs his girth and circles Jiminâs rim before slowly sinking in, managing to continue pushing farther and fartherâdespite the overwhelming pleasure that swarms all his veinsâuntil he bottoms out, pressing against Jiminâs skin. Jimin lets out a high pitched moan as Jungkook lets out a low one. Itâs a beautiful melody, entirely their own. Their movements are halted for a moment so that Jimin can full adjust to Jungkookâs girth stretching him out. But Jimin, being a needy and antsy boy, quickly grows tired of waiting and bucks his hips up to urge Jungkook to begin moving.Â
Jungkook tries to control his arms as they lean at either side of Jiminâs head. Despite all his working out, the muscles heâs put so much effort into growing, heâs still weak as his cock is buried in Jiminâs warmth. But he wants to do his best for his Jimin, he wants to make the smaller boy cry in pleasure. So he manages to control his limbs, finding leverage against the mattress to pull his hips back up, his length dragging inside of Jimin until he pushes it back with a rough thrust. Jimin gasps, a loud moan escaping him with the force. Jungkook is hooked on the noise, he begins to pick up his pace and thrust faster, gaging Jiminâs reaction. Jimin is a loud bottom, and Jungkook eats it up, his own moans falling from his lips as he nuzzles against Jiminâs neck.Â
ââS so good, ah, ah, itâs so good,â Jimin manages to say in-between the rampant bucks of Jungkookâs hips into him.Â
Jungkook coos at Jiminâs praise, his abs clenching with the effort of filling up Jimin to satisfy the olderâs fill. Jungkook sits up, keeping his pace unchanged, and he grabs for Jiminâs thighs, bringing them up to press against Jiminâs torso. This new angle allows Jungkook to thrust faster and directly into Jimin, noticing instantly how he begins to hit Jiminâs prostate.Â
âOh! Oh! Oh!â Jimin lets out amongst his other gibberish mumbles and praises. Jungkook flashes an evil grin, taking pride in already finding Jiminâs angles. He pumps into the other, making sure to hit the same spot on repeat until Jimin is practically sobbing from pleasure.Â
âIf you keep this up Iâm gonna cum already,â Jimin whines, his hands reaching out to hold onto Jungkookâs hips, halting the otherâs motions. Jungkook lazily smiles, still within Jiminâs warmth but pausing for breath and leaning down to scatter kisses all over Jimin.Â
âI wanna ride,â Jimin blurts out, his fingers curling in Jungkookâs fluffy hair, and beginning to pull at it so Jungkook leans away from him. Jungkook sighs, frustrated as heâs tugged away from Jiminâs skin littered with small hickeys and the wetness from Jungkookâs mouth. But Jungkook follows orders, albeit slowly and begrudgingly. When Jimin flips the younger over and hovers over the tip of Jungkookâs cock, Jungkook isnât so begrudging.Â
Jimin wiggles over it, teasing the other, his small hand wrapping around his cock and giving it a few pumps, Jungkook can only sit there obediently and watch.Â
âYouâre gonna make me act up,â Jungkook says in a grumble, his impatience wearing thin, though a smile cracks across his features.Â
âMaybe Iâd like thatâŚâ Jimin responds, yet again swaying his hips dramatically to urge Jungkook on. Jungkook, despite his usual reserves and somewhat timid nature when shy, grabs onto Jiminâs side while Jungkookâs other hand tightens around his own length. He positions Jiminâs hole over the head of his cock, his eyes looking over Jimin to take in the boyâs neutral but encouraging expression, before shoving the older down onto his cock. Jungkook feels more pleasure in seeing how Jiminâs face contorts with the sudden intrusion and euphoria that bursts within him than the pleasure that courses from his own length. Despite this, the pleasure of being inside of Jimin is also very overwhelming. Jungkook lets out a yelp when the other boy first sinks down, and then thereâs a pause. Jungkook bites his lip, eyes not daring to look away from Jiminâs because he knows how the older boy hates when he looks away. Jimin feeds off of the attention, the praise thatâs given within just a small gaze, it is what fuels him to begin moving.Â
At first it is slow, a small raise of his hips with a twist of his angle. Jungkook already caves, his hands trying to find purchase on any part of Jimin he can hold on to. Jimin loves how reactive Jungkook is, his hands covering where Jungkook holds him, encouraging the younger to hold onto him tighter, to enjoy it even more. And Jungkook is easily swayed. He can hardly try to buck his hips up to meet Jiminâs administrations, heâs only capable of sitting back and let Jimin thoroughly ruin him.Â
âShould I try out this challenge I saw online?â Jimin asks with a light giggle, his speed increasing, his thighs putting in the work to give him proper leverage as he bobs up and down.Â
âW-what challenge?â Jungkook stutters.Â
Jimin smiles and doesnât answer, he begins to sway his hips to the left, and then in a circular motion, and then to the left again, a circle, and then forwards towards Jungkook, and then away in the opposite direction, finishing his pace with a forward and backward movement, and finally a left to right motion. Jungkook is out of breath and out of new noises to make when Jimin pauses in his actions.Â
âWas that the challenge?â
âI spelled coconut,â Jimin laughs, regaining some speed as he rides Jungkook, âCoconut for my non-dairy boy.â
Jungkook slaps Jiminâs ass with the comment, drawing out a whimper from Jimin, and Jungkook canât help but smile in satisfaction.Â
âYou need to say more stupid shit so I can make fun of you,â Jungkook grunts.
Jimin nods, his hands reaching out to plant themselves on Jungkookâs hard chest, âYou canât make fun of me while Iâm riding you, thatâs just not allowed.â
Thatâs fair, Jungkook thinks, as Jimin grinds against him, the breathing of the shorter on top of him becoming strained and letting out little noises with each exhale. Jiminâs small fingers twist at his bobbing cock, the skin flushed and wet with a mix of lube and pre-cum getting everywhere.Â
âDo you want to cum Jiminie?â Jungkook asks, stabilizing Jiminâs movements with a harsh hold on the otherâs hips. Jimin nods frantically, letting Jungkook control the scenario, no longer trying to bounce onto Jungkookâs cock with his labored and desperate movements. Jungkook makes sure Jimin stays still so he can thrust his hips up to completely thrash Jimin. Jimin is too far gone for this treatment, his body going loose as all he can do is take it, bending down to nuzzle into Jungkookâs chest as the younger continues his relentless movements. Jimin grinds his cock against Jungkookâs abdomen as he strokes it, letting the other completely control the pacing and roughness. He loves it though, he loves controlling Jungkook until he grows tired of it and lets the other have his way with his body. Itâs pleasant to lay atop his tan boyfriendâif he is Jiminâs boyfriendâŚâand receive all the pleasure heâs been craving for months. The slight glaze of sweat over Jungkookâs skin, the breathy moans with the effort, the way Jungkookâs fingers keep brushing over Jiminâs naked back to soothe the otherâs constant whines as he nears his orgasm.Â
Jimin feels loved. Or at least adored. And it just adds to his high, the euphoria of Jungkookâs fingers gripping at his soft skin, the tangle of moans and whines amidst the hot air, it all builds. It brings Jimin to his climax as his body shudders with the release. Jungkook remains thrusting into him, not loosing his pace but enjoying the feeling of Jiminâs walls tightening around his length as he rocks the other through his orgasm. Jimin breathes heavily, panting against Jungkookâs honey skin, his fingers crawling over the younger boyâs chest and abs.Â
âCum for me Jungkook.âÂ
Jimin knows he wonât be able to handle much more, he wants Jungkook to cum quickly after him so he doesnât become too sensitive.Â
Jungkook, being the obedient boy he is, doesnât need to be asked twice. He holds Jimin up, raising the olderâs hips slightly off from sitting on his thighs. He thrusts erratically upwards into Jimin as Jimin canât help but yelp with the overstimulation that already courses through his limbs. Jungkook comes quickly, his reserves letting go and for those brief moments leading up to his release he doesnât worry about hurting Jimin. Jimin likes it though, to see Jungkook grit his teeth and anticipate his growing orgasm, how his moans turn to low growls. When Jungkook finally thrusts his last time and his body goes limp with his brief moment of pure bliss, Jimin takes it upon himself to roll his hips a few more times onto Jungkookâs cock, enjoying how Jungkook mutters, âAishhh, JiminâŚâ
Jimin relents, despite his enjoyment in watching Jungkookâs face contort, it does hurt him to continue much longer. He slowly raises himself off of Jungkookâs cock that drips a few last drops of cum. Itâs a sight, Jungkookâs abs covered in cum, his cock wet with lube and his breathing still trying to calm down.Â
âDo you have anything to clean up with?â Jungkook finally asks when his eyes clear of their haze and heâs able to control his breathing.Â
Jimin laughs, standing up only to quickly realize how sore he is. He stretches out his limbs, Jungkook watching how Jiminâs naked body bends to gracefully. I should really watch him during one of his dance classes, Jungkook thinks, remaining quiet as he takes it all in.Â
âI have toilet paper?â Jimin says with a sheepish smile.Â
Jungkook throws his back to the pillow under him, sighing as he feels cum drip down the sides of his stomach. âThis is always the gross part,â Jungkook laughs.Â
âWanna shower?â Jimin asks.Â
Jungkookâs expression perks, âYes, unless it all drips off of me before I can get in.â
Jimin giggles, reaching down to smack Jungkookâs shoulder, âDonât tease me!â âDonât cum on my stomach next time!â Jungkook jokingly exclaims, âGod, I look like a glazed donut.â
Jimin dies of laughter, throwing his head back as his eyes completely shut with his giggles. He finally calms down to grab Jungkookâs hand and tugs the younger boy off his bed. Jungkook follows Jimin as they find their way to Jiminâs shower, quickly, so Jungkook doesnât have to deal with the dripping liquid much longer.
Itâs all so natural. It all feels so right. It feels romantic, scenic, itâs too perfect for how much fucking cum is on Jungkookâs stomach right now. He just laughs to himself.Â
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 âOk, Iâm gonna admit something to you,â Jimin says, maybe four months into them datingâyes, officially datingâ âIâve never had banana milk.â
Jungkookâs face turns to utter shock. Theyâre walking along some random street theyâve accidentally discovered, long into the night but itâs still warm out, it feels like the street beckons them further. Itâs a street of random convenient stores with neon signs lighting up the humid air, vendors still behind their carts because so many other couples are out despite it being a late hour of the night.
âHow did I accidentally start dating someone whoâs never had banana milk? What kind of hell dimension am I living in?â Jungkook teases. Jimin nudges his body against Jungkook as he laughs.Â
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 Itâs actually a funny story how they managed to start dating. Theyâd had sex a couple times, each time Jimin being dominant until tiring out and letting Jungkook pound into him. Despite the many occasions their naked bodies intertwined, despite how many times Jimin would choke on Jungkookâs cock or Jungkookâs tongue would dart into Jiminâs hole, Jimin was still too shy to ask Jungkook what they were.Â
One night they were cuddling on Jiminâs couch, random snacks littered across the olderâs coffee table and their legs tangled around each other. Jimin, bold after eating wellânot to mention the alcohol that also helped fuel his courageâfinally turned to look at Jungkook. Jungkook had met the otherâs stare, his expression innocent and eyes wide.
âYes?â Jungkook asked amidst the silence.Â
Jimin hesitated, floundering to find the remote and pause whatever they were watching. âWeâve been having a lot of fun together⌠right?âÂ
Jimin felt his nerves return, he wished he could have retracted his words but he already started to get the conversation going, he couldnât have turned back.Â
âYeahâŚâ Jungkook smiled, still not picking up on any of Jiminâs slight eyebrow raises or how his eyes darted around; always so oblivious.Â
âWell⌠I guess I just wanted to make sure that⌠I donât know⌠that you feel comfortable with me calling you my⌠my boyfriend.â
Jungkook had looked perplexed, his forehead tensing and his lips trying to form a word.Â
âItâs okay if youâre not comfortable calling it that yet!â Jimin continued to blurt, â⌠I just wanted to check inââ
âJimin, wait what?â Jungkook interrupted the otherâs rambling, âHavenât we been boyfriends this whole timeâŚ?â Jimin was still not convinced, not letting a smile form yet, his fingers picking at the blanket that had been strewn across their legs a few hours previous.Â
âI donât know, weâve never talked about it and I didnât want to rush youâŚâ
Jungkook scoffed and grabbed the olderâs round cheeks, squeezing them until Jiminâs lips formed a plump circle shape.Â
âIâve wanted to be your boyfriend since I first saw you in that smoothie shop. Jimin, half my stuff is already in your apartment right now,â Jungkook could hardly continue through his laughter, âYou already met my dad and we had dinner together, Jimin, Iâve slept here for the last two days.âÂ
Jimin was quiet, just staring back at Jungkook with wide eyes and his cheeks still squished under Jungkookâs fingers.Â
âOh.âÂ
Jungkook laughed, âYeah.â
âUhâŚâ Jimin slowly smiled, his cheeks turning a stronger pink and his eyes darting around the room, âThen thatâs cool.âÂ
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 The streetlights emanate a soft glow across the cityâs street. Jimin eyes the upcoming store they approach as they slowly continue their walk.Â
âI could try it for the first time, like, right now.â
Jungkook turns to look at him with a pleased smile, âYou definitely wonât regret it, I really miss it. I think I made myself literally lactose intolerant after drinking a few too many.â
Jimin laughs, his hand reaching out to rub Jungkookâs tummy with sympathy, âIf I really like it I might have to become lactose intolerant too.â
Jungkook shrugs, âWeâll just have to see huh?â
Jimin nods, and they turn in unison to enter one of the markets. The fluorescents are at first hard for their eyes to adjust to, all the productâs labels bright and colorful. Jungkook knows immediately where to go, despite each market having a different layout, most have their drink freezers along the back wall. Jungkook confidently marches over, scouring his eyes over the numerous products until he lets out a pleased laugh.
âHere we go! Banana milk! This is my favorite brand!â He exclaims proudly, showcasing it to his boyfriend. Jimin nods, returning a smile, and lets Jungkook bring it to the cashier and check it out. They leave the store and find a street side little table with two chairs across from each other.
âOoo, this is so exciting,â Jungkook giggles, undoing the cap and sliding the drink over to Jimin. Jimin eyes up the yellow label and then turns his focus to Jungkook who intently watches his every move.Â
âAre you ready? Maybe you should record this, Jiminâs first sip of banana milk,â Jimin is slightly teasing, but he loves how happy Jungkook is, so he plays along.Â
âOh, good idea.âÂ
Jungkook quickly fishes out his phone and presses record, the iPhone beeping as the video begins. Jungkook talks into the phone, âEveryone, prepare yourselves, this might be the most important moment in Jiminâs life. Yes⌠heâs trying his first sip of the famous banana milk!â
Jungkook signals to Jimin for Jimin to take his first swig from the plastic bottle. Jimin follows orders, picking it up, evaluating it one last time before bringing his lips to itsâ rim. The sweet milk hits his tongue and his eyes widen and then he swallows it down carefully. He takes one last sip before setting the drink back down. Jungkook raises a brow.Â
âHyungâŚâ Jungkookâs voice drawls from behind the phone, âAre you even able to find words to describe it? Can you handle how good it is?â
Jimin giggles, playing up his pleasure with the drink. âAh! Jungkookie! How have I never had this before! You werenât lying!!!âÂ
Jungkook is pleased and turns off the recording, slipping his phone away.Â
âSee? I knew youâd love it.â
Jimin nods, taking another sip, adding a satisfied sound effect as it slips down his throat. After a few minutes of brief chatter they stand up and continue their walk, light noises of other conversations drifting in the heat around them. Jimin takes Jungkookâs hand in his, tenderly, carefully, softly.Â
Itâs so warm out, but Jimin always needs the heat of Jungkookâs hand in his to feel complete.Â
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i had a dream (i got everything i wanted) 1/?
mickey milkovich hasnât seen ian gallagher in over 9 years, not since the day he broke his heart and they shipped him off to prison for a crime he didnât technically commit.
the last place he expects to bump into him is new york fucking city.
or, the one where two broken puzzle pieces find a way to fit themselves back together.
au from 5x12/6x01 onwards.
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Theyâre out of fucking milk. Theyâre out of eggs, butter and even bread.
Thereâs not even a bag of chips in sight - what the fuck is this?
âFuck.â Mickey curses, heâs hungry and thereâs nothing in his goddamn apartment to eat. He couldâve sworn Mandy went grocery shopping only a few days ago, how did they already manage to finish the lot off? He swears someoneâs been sneaking into their fourth floor walk up to raid their fridge - itâs probably that bitch whoâs always yelling at the ass crack of dawn on the floor below, Mickeyâs constantly having to stomp on the floor at 5am to shut the bitch up. His stomach rumbles angrily, he got in late last night from work and couldnât be bothered to throw something together before he passed out on the sofa. Mandyâs not even home right now so he canât even be properly pissed at her for eating all their food as much as he would like to. He rubs his hands over his eyes, already exhausted by the day despite only waking up 10 minutes ago. He slept in late, later than usual, since work had been a bitch the night before. Too many drunken handsy people having to be thrown out of a club on a friday night - he definitely does not get paid enough to deal with that shit.
He opens the fridge door again hoping for some sort of fucking biblical level miracle but groans, itâs still as empty as before. Thereâs not even a 20c pack of ramen floating about, only a bag of flour, a few beers and a lonely can of soup sitting on the top shelf. Thereâs no chance heâll be eating that can of shit. He begrudgingly resigns, itâs 2pm on his day off and he just wants some damn eggs.
To the overpriced bodega two blocks down he goes, he fucking hates that place.
He huffs and stomps grumpily into his room to quickly throw on some proper clothes, hastily picking out a clean t-shirt and pairing it with yesterdayâs somewhat clean jeans. He shrugs at his reflection in the mirror - he ainât got no one to impress, especially not on a run down the road. He goes into Mandyâs room and grabs the twenty bucks heâd seen sitting on top of the dresser - telling himself that heâll pay her back somehow, despite the fact sheâs the greedy culprit who ate everything. He throws a jacket over his shoulders, grabs his keys off the hook by the door and bounds down the narrow staircase. Their apartment sits on the top floor of an overpriced but barely used laundromat on a busy cross street in the high east nineties. New York is loud, people are rude and it stinks 99% of the time, but it works for them. Besides, itâs not Chicago, thatâs the important part.
Thatâs the really important part.
Mandy had moved in here originally with an ex boyfriend sheâd chased all the way out here from Chicago, and theyâd actually managed to stick it out for a few years before he inevitably ran off with another girl. By that point, Mandy had already gotten a receptionist job at a gym downtown and somehow managed to score a relatively low rent with the landlord, so she decided to stick it out instead of moving home. Mickey isnât 100% sure there wasnât a blowjob involved or something, but he ainât questioning it.
He got out of prison just over 3 years ago on good behaviour and pretty soon after found himself following Mandy out to the East Coast. He never thought heâd see himself leave Chicagoâs city limits but as soon as he completed his 2 years of parole and he was free to leave the state, he hopped on a bus without looking back.
There sure as hell wasnât anything left for him there. Â
His few years of parole had been lonely and even though heâd never admit it if anyone asks, the last thing you want after being locked up for years is to live alone. He mainly kept to himself, picked up some shifts at a local mechanic that his PO had managed to organise for him. Stayed out of trouble and mostly kept his head down - which wasnât the easiest thing for a Milkovich to do but his heavy ankle monitor constantly reminded him that he was barely even out of the clink, he knew he couldnât chance it to toe the line. It surprised him how relatively easy it was to stay out of trouble and it made him wonder how different his life couldâve been had he not been brought up by a sadistic criminal of a father and a nonexistent mother. If heâd had a normal childhood without the scrounging and the hiding and the beatings.
He didnât try and reconnect with anyone he knew from before. What was the point? Svetlana had skipped town for some rich guy, sheâd mailed him the divorce papers and theyâd finalised it all around the third year or so of his incarceration. He didnât even get to say goodbye to the kid, not that Mickey particularly minded, but he had been growing somewhat fond of the fucker. His brothersâ still lived at home, but heâd heard from some fellow inmates that his dad was out so he steered clear of his childhood home and any of his dadâs old local haunts. He bounced around dingy motels for the majority of the year, which was a fucking hassle since he had to keep asking his PO to change the radius on his montior, but it out weighed having to go and ask anyone for any favours. He avoided his entire old neighbourhood, willing every single time he got on the L or walked down a busy street that he wouldnât bump into someone he knew.
Even if he wanted to reconnect with people he didnât even know where heâd start, it had been 6 full years. It took him for fucking ever to track Mandy down, let aloneâŚ
No.
No.
Heâs halfway to the store when he stops. He canât fucking breathe.
What the fuck.
He canât move, he canât physically move.
His bones feel like theyâve interlocked in place, sticking together and solidifying him into an ancient statue and he canât. fucking. move.
Because itâs Ian fucking Gallagher.
Ian Gallagher standing right in front of him.
Ian fucking I donât love you enough anymore Gallagher.
Heâs standing right in front of him on the sidewalk in New York city, right outside a goddamn Duane Reade, hundreds of miles from the Chicago South Side.
What in the fucking fucking fuck?
Mickey could be dreaming, Mickey must be dreaming, because this canât be fucking real. Heâs often seen the ginger boy, man - he corrects himself, in his dreams over the last few years. Heâs always appeared as a shadowy figure or even as a whimsical idea echoing in his subconsciousness but this is way too realistic.
Heâs here, heâs here standing right in front of him in the living and breathing human bodied flesh.
Yet heâs still the exact same tall, red headed guy that a teenage Mickey fell for over a decade ago and itâs like being bitch slapped by a bus, full force and full of impact. Ian hasnât seen him yet, heâs talking into his phone, laughing at something thatâs been said and Mickeyâs heart hurts. Itâs been over nine years since he saw Ian laugh like that. His hands start to shake and his breath picks up in short, small uncontrollable bursts. There must be somewhere he can go and duck into. He checks the distance to the entrance to the Duane Reade, wondering if he could chance it before the other man notices.
He should turn around, groceries be damned, he should go right the fuck now before Ian seeâs him and-
âMickey?â
Oh, fuck. Even his voice is exactly the same. God, Mickey has waited 9 years to hear that voice again but right now all he can hear is rushing wind in his ears, his entire world turned on its axis.
Is everyone around him moving in slow motion or is it just him?
He looks up and Ian is staring at him with a wide eyed, what the fuck is going on, expression on his face. Yeah, Mickey would like to know too, if only he could get his fucking breathing under control.
âMickey?â He repeats without moving closer, the phone call hangs abandoned in his right hand. He wonders who from his past is on the other end of the line, Lip? Fiona? Perhaps a new boyfriend? Husband, even?
âHi.â Mickey breathes out harshly, panic rising up slowly in his throat. He still canât move.
This is a dream, this is a fucked up dream.
âWhat, what are you- youâre out?â Ian asks, finally breaking the barrier between them and moving a step closer. His face is practically the same as he looked the last time Mickey saw him, but itâs been clear the time that has passed. Heâs lost even more of the baby face he once possessed, his jaw now sharp and precise. His eyes are bright and alive, worlds apart from the dead and sunken look Mickey recalls from their last interaction - the one where Ian had told him heâd wait and never fucking visited him again.
âFuck you doing here, Gallagher?â He hears himself blurt out shakily and he barely even realises he said it, only noticing Ianâs eyebrows furrowing together in a response. He looks so confused and concerned but also somewhat hurt and Mickey wants to. fucking. bolt.
All he wanted was some god damn eggs but instead he gets sucker punched by history and the feeling heâs about to spew his guts out onto the sidewalk.
âI could ask you the same thing.â Ian replies, dumbfounded. Someone shoulders grumpily past Mickey and heâs suddenly pulled back to the fact theyâre standing, staring at each other in the middle of a busy sidewalk.
âFuck you, watch yourself asshole!â He calls after the guy in the classic New York fashion heâs managed to perfect in the last few months, heâs getting quite good at blending in. People continue to shove passive aggressively past them, though neither men move. âBeen here almost a year.â He says without bringing his gaze back to Ian, staring just over his shoulder at the busy traffic.
âWhat? Youâve been out for a year?â Ianâs ask incredulously, bringing Mickey back to the shocked expression on his face. Itâs almost as if he never even considered the possibility that Mickey mightâve made parole early instead of sitting his full sentence. Behind the confusion thereâs a small smile playing on his lips, it reminds Mickey too much of those days and it hurts. It hurts. It hurts.
How is it still hurting after 9 years?
âAlmost three.â Mickey replies, his attempt at nonchalance hardened by the bitter taste flooding his mouth. He feels like heâs about to choke, he has to get out of here. âListen, I gotta go-â
âMickey, I-â Ian interrupts, stepping a foot closer to him. His arm is raised in front of him in a way that looks like heâs going to try and touch him or hug him or something-
Mickey spins on his heel and gets the fuck out of dodge.
Groceries forgotten, Mickey practically sprints back to his apartment, the streets a blur around him as he shoulders through. He takes the four sets of stairs two at a time, not letting himself register the sharp ragged tightness in his chest until he gets to his front door.
His hands fumble as he pulls the keys out from his pocket, but somehow he manages to steady himself enough to let himself into his apartment. He slams the door behind him and slumps immediately down to the floor, his back against the wood as he tries, unsuccessfully, to steady his breathing.
Fuck.
Fuck, fuck, fucking, fuck.
What on fucking Godâs green earth is Ian doing here?
Here.
Here in this world that Mickey has so painstakingly created for himself, for him and Mandy. A world that is hundreds of miles away from Chicago, from the South Side, from them. From the porch steps where Ian stood blankly, rejecting Mickeyâs heart and crushing it in his hands. Hundreds of miles away from the Kash and Grab where theyâd fuck in the back room but laugh out front, from his broken childhood home that was made just that little brighter by Ianâs laughter, from the prison he sat in for 6 fucking years doing time for Ian fucking Gallagher.
Mickeyâs hands are shaking, the tattoos on his knuckles blur as he shoves them underneath his thighs in an attempt to get something under control and closes his eyes. He breathes slowly, his stomach nauseous, his rabid hunger from an hour earlier long forgotten. He doesnât think he could eat anything for another week.
Thereâs a quiet, hesitant knock on his apartment door, a foot or so above Mickeyâs resting head.
âMickey?â
Itâs Ian again, Jesus, he mustâve followed him here. He curses the fact that the main door downstairs is broken so any random fucker can walk in. Heâs told their landlord so many times to get it fixed, and God he shouldâve done it himself because he really couldâve used a proper lock right about now.
âWhat do you want?â Mickey grunts out, pulling himself off the floor to grab the pack of smokes sitting on the small table by the door. His hands shake as he pulls out a cigarette and it falls to the floor, fuck.
âMickey.â Ianâs voice persists, and Mickey rolls his eyes because the kid was never good at getting the message of go the fuck away. His stomach jolts at the thought of that persistent teenage ginger freckled freak that buried himself under Mickey���s skin and tattooed himself there when they were just kids. He remembers 16 year old Ianâs earnest way of looking at him like he held the world in his hands, following him around and slipping into Mickeyâs life almost seamlessly. He remembers the feeling of agony he felt every single day, sitting in that cell and willing to turn back time and change things. Mickey registers something flowing through him, something fiery and hot, itâs anger. He feels it swarm from his fingertips all the way down to his toes, it pushes him forward. He swings around, unlocks the door and stares at the man standing in front of him.
âWhat the fuck do you want?â He spits, years and years of pent up disappointment and heartbreak coursing fiercely through his veins and he feels like heâs about to explode. This isnât how he used to imagine seeing Ian again would be, he always imagined warmth and floating and butterflies in his fucking stomach. He imagined kisses and tears and I love yous.
He stopped imaging seeing Ian again around the 4 year mark. 6 years of sitting in a prison, waiting, changes people. Â
And yet, everything feels the same. His heart still fucking pounds in the same way and his knees feel like theyâre about to give out at the sight of those eyes and that ginger hair.
âItâs you.â Ian breathes, the surprised expression slipping away from his adult and aged features revealing the same kid heâs always been, âItâs you, here.â
âYeah no fuckinâ shit Sherlock Holmes.â he snaps, patting his pockets to find a lighter in an attempt to give his hands something to do other than shake. Fuck, he mustâve left it inside.
âI didnât know you were out-â Ian starts awkwardly, almost as if he doesnât know what to do now that he actually has Mickey in front of him, like the bastard didnât follow him up here and practically demand his audience.
âAre we really going to do the fucking sentimentalities?â It comes out way more breathy and defeated than Mickey wouldâve liked but heâs tired, overwhelmed and really just wants a smoke. They stare at each other, itâs awkward and clunky and full of history. âLike, how's the fucking weather been? Really?â
âNo, I just- you look good.â Ian offers quietly, his eyes flickering down, following Mickeyâs entire body to the floor. It should feel good, getting checked out, but it doesnât.
âNot a lot to do in prison other than work out.â Mickey says firmly, puffing his chest out slightly. He doesnât miss the way Ianâs shoulders slump as a response at the mention of his incarceration.
Good.
Truthfully, other than his heart hurting every minute of everyday, the majority of prison feels like a blur to him now. It was hours of working out, fucking and volunteering in the canteen, the library, the yard. Anything to keep his mind off of things. Heâs managed to keep up with the working out though, regularly running around the top end of central park and he sometimes gets one on one boxing lessons from a guy down the road. It feels good, he feels strong. Ian was always the strong one between the two of them - not any more.
âHow ya been?â Ian asks casually as if itâs only been weeks and not years, the ease at which he says it slaps Mickey, it stings.
âOh real fuckinâ fine and dandy.â Mickey replies harshly and Ianâs eyebrows drop, his forehead creased by the words that hang unspoken. Mickey can feel a heavy scowl form on his face, it hurts with the intensity heâs holding it.
âWe could, uh, go for a beer? and talk, maybe?â Ian presses earnestly, somewhat testing the waters. Mickey canât help but bark out a laugh. Nine years of fucking silence and the guy wants to go for a beer. His stomach churns and he feels like heâs going to vomit. He stares at him, his silent answer glaringly obvious. Ianâs eyes fall, theyâre heavy and sad and theyâre burning right into Mickeyâs skin. He shakes his head, exhausted by it all and goes to close the door, but Ian steps forward sharply and grabs the handle.
âDonât- Mick, please.â
The nickname stabs Mickey in the gut. He canât do this.
âReally, Ian?â Mickey asks in disbelief, âNine fucking years of nothing and you want to go for a beer-â
âI know that-â Ian tries but Mickey keeps barrelling through.
âAct like I never went to prison for your ass?â Mickey fires back sharply, unable to hold it all back, âAnd you never fucking visited me? Not once after that first time- six years I sat there like a bitch and nothing.â
Mickeyâs breathing is ragged, his chest heaving. He's angry, he's so fucking angry. Â
Ianâs face crumbles. He resigns and releases his hand from where heâd been holding the door open and steps back cautiously, shame hangs in the air between them.
âI just want to talk to you.â Ian says softly, his eyes serious but desperate. Thereâs a glimmer of wetness in them that makes Mickey want to both scream and take him into his arms. Theyâre the same green eyes Mickey filled into the 'IAN GALLAGHER' filing cabinet and locked away in the back of his mind - he doesnât think heâs even slept with someone with green eyes since Ian. Heâs fucked a lot of gingers over the years, a lot more than he would ever probably admit, but those eyes? Theyâre something you canât just replicate.
Fuck those sad eyes, he thinks, you donât get to be sad.
You donât get to be sad when you are the one that did this.
âWe had six years to talk.â Mickey bites back venomously, heâs not sure where this surge of confidence came from but heâs grabbing it by the reins and riding it out.
âI know, I-â Ian steps forward, his hands raised up as a peace offering. Mickey wants to push them far away but also grab them by the wrist and never let him go. His head hurts, heâs confused. He wants to throw up.
âIan?â A voice calls out from down the hall, slicing through the red hot tension between the two men. Mickey breathes out heavily and glances down the hall at his younger sister.
Fantastic, just what he needs. He braces himself.
âIan!â Mandy all but squeals, throwing her arms around him happily, her skinny arms wrapping tightly around his shoulders. He lifts her off the ground easily for a moment before dropping her back on her feet. God, they're like a bunch of school kids. Mickey shifts his weight from foot to foot awkwardly, not knowing where to put himself between the two old friends, and ultimately, he just wants to leave.
âItâs so good to see you, Mandy.â Ian says quietly, the corners of his mouth turned up into a small smile, his eyes then shift plainly over to Mickey. He looks away sharply.
Mandy steps back, throwing a slow glance between the two of them, Mickey standing in the doorway, eyes down, and Ian a few feet back. The atmosphere shifts as her slow realisation sets in.
Itâs an echo of a moment all those years ago, Mandy standing in the doorway just before Mickeyâs disastrous marriage to Svetlana after Ian had begged him not to go through with it.
âAm I interrupting something?â She asks awkwardly, and Mickey wishes his sister could just read the fucking room for once.
âUhhhâŚâ Ian begins, clearly unsure where to start but Mickey rolls his eyes because fuck this.
âNo, youâre not.â He grunts, turning around quickly and slamming the door on the two of them - despite knowing fully well that Mandy has her own key and Ian could walk right in there anyway.
He stomps into the kitchen and paces, the filing cabinet deep in the back of his brain marked âIAN GALLAGHERâ breaks open like Pandora's box and decade old memories heâs tried so hard the last few years to lock up come flooding out. They fall out onto the kitchen floor and Mickey feels like heâs drowning.
I love you. What the hell does that even mean?
Shut up.
Donât. Donât what? JustâŚ
Shut up.
You love me and youâre gay.
Shut up.
Ian what you and I have, makes me free.
Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up. He slams his fist into the wall, pain coursing through his knuckles and up his arm. It does nothing to relieve his anxiety, only leaving him with an inch dent in the wall heâs going to have to fork out for at some point. He canât bring himself to care.
He pulls the fridge door open and reaches to the back for a knocked over beer. He opens it deftly and chugs it in one. Itâs bitter as it goes down and does nothing to suppress the swarming unwanted thoughts.
Chugging beer in the dugouts, covered in blood, breathless. Kissing. Fucking. The taste of beer and blood and sweat lingering on each otherâs lips.
âFuck.â He mutters, he canât even have a fucking drink in peace without his brain reminding him and reminding him and reminding him.
Reminding him that if Ian walked in right now, heart and arms open, Mickey would probably fall into them willingly, years worth of heartbreak be damned.
Fuck, he thought he was done with this. Heâs worked so fucking hard at being done with this, but apparently, Ian Gallagher is allowed to just walk back into his life - without notice - and set fire to years of his progress.
He reaches for the fridge door and has his hand wrapped around his next beer when Mandy comes storming in, knocking it from his grip. It clatters to the floor, spinning slowly to a stop below the sink.
âYouâre a fuckinâ rude asshole, you know that?â She spits, her face twisted and ugly.
âFuck off.â He fires back, once again going to open the fridge without bothering to pick up the fallen can off the linoleum. He just wants to get fucking drunk and forget, but of course, Mickeyâs not one to usually get what he wants. Mandyâs hand slams the fridge shut before Mickey can even inch it open.
âYou havenât seen the guy in years, you could at least be fuckinâ nice.â
âCanât a guy have a fuckinâ beer in his own home?â Mickey snorts, feigning nonchalance but fooling neither of them. He steps out of her glare and bends down to collect the fallen can. Itâs gonna be a bitch to open, but clearly access is denied to the fridge right now. He needs another drink.
âNo wonder he fucking dropped your ass as soon as you got locked up.â
He stops. Mickey feels like heâs been slapped.
One hand grips the can and the other balls instinctively into a fist. He stares down at the floor, he canât move, panic and anger and sadness all flare up in his chest, like broken fireworks spitting out against a dark sky. He was brought up to never use violence against women, but fuck, this is the first time in his life he feels like punching, slapping, or doing something to his sister. Making her feel even an ounce of the agony heâs dealt with for the best part of a decade. Â He wonât, but his hands are shaking, his breath is rising up his throat and he wants to scream.
He doesnât. He stays there, halfway bent down to the floor, staring at his shaking white knuckles wrapped around the Bud light in his left hand.
âFuck you.â He grunts without looking up. Mandy scoffs and turns away, padding slowly into her room. Her door slams shut and Mickeyâs knees buckle to the floor.
He lies on the dirty kitchen floor and breathes.
#gallavich#gallavich fic#ian gallagher#ian x mickey#shameless#mickey milkovich#shameless us#shameless fic#sorry i know i already posted this#but it got messed up when i went to reedit#so here it is again
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The Truth Changes
She couldn't see. What happened to the sun? She was soaked, was it the rain or her tears? She's imperfect but she tries. She is good but she lies. She is hard on herself. She is broke and wont ask for help. She is messy but she's kind. She is lonely most of the time. She is all of this mixed up and baked in a beautiful pie. She is poupĂŠe de porcelain.
Chapter one: The Rain
"What?" Marinette asking in a shocked tone hoping her best friend was joking.
"I know how you feel, but I'm not going to be rude." Alya tried to reason.
"Alya, you can't trust her."
"Based on what? Your jealousy?"
Marinette couldn't believe what she was hearing. Lila invited everyone in the class to a party, and even though she invited Marinette later that day Lila told her not to bother to come. Marinette was sitting on the end of the stair at school with Alya during lunch break.
Marinette tried to stay calm. "You're right, go. But I'm not, she doesn't want me there and I'd only make the evening worse." She stood up and walked to the classroom leaving her friend still on the stairs.
Alya obviously annoyed, "You can't just run away from your problems." She commented before Marinette was out of ear shot.
When lunch was over and everyone was going into the classroom Marinette saw Alya walk in. With Lila.
Alya grabbed her bag from next to Marinette and told her she was going to sit next to Lila so she could help plan the party. Marinette not wanting to blurt something out just stayed quiet and looked out the window across the room. Of all people she made eye contact with Chloe. Chloe didn't make a harsh expression like usual, she looked more concerned for Marinette but Marinette was too distracted to notice. They both looked to the front as class started.
The next few days leading up to the party Alya sat next to Lila and by then most of the class kind of gravitated towards her. Chloe and Sabrina were still in their spots and Adrien was in the front alone after Nino went to the back to support his girlfriend. Normally Marinette would be ecstatic to be close to Adrien without anyone else, but she was busy drowning her sorrows in homework. She didn't mind her friends having fun with other people, but Lila could go from zero to a hundred quick and possibly hurt all of them in the process.
Adrien could tell Marinette had a lot on her mind so he finally turned around and tried to say hi to her. Marinette had headphones in and couldn't hear anything. He tried again with no luck. He was going to tap her to get her attention when suddenly Chloe interrupted.
"Leave her alone." Without looking up from her phone Chloe spoke.
"I just wanted to see if she-"
She set down her phone and looked at her childhood friend. "I know you mean well Adrikins." It was break time and most of the class were being noisy in the back with the four up front being completely invisible. "Sabrina, go get me something to drink."
"Of course Chloe! Be right back." Sabrina being the attentive friend she is left the classroom.
Chloe stood up and sat in Nino's seat. "I'll be frank, I don't like Marinette."
"Chloe..." Adrien grunted.
"Listen, I may not be on great terms with her, but that doesn't mean I don't think she's a, g-good person...." She took a breath as if it was the hardest thing to say. She cleared her throat and continued. "But, I don't like Lila more. The difference is, Marinette is an honest good, annoying, but good. I of all people know Lila's character, she's fake. And I may not be the right person to say this but it must be taking a toll on Dupain-Cheng since no one will believe her."
Adrien felt a tug at his chest, it hurt. "I just want to help."
"I'm sure when she needs to talk she'll find someone. Everyone needs a friend." Sabrina walked in with a drink. "Finally. What took you so long." Chloe stood up and went back to her seat and glanced at Adrien smiling.
He understood. Chloe always had Sabrina. Marinette had Alya, but at the moment Alya wasn't there. Then he heard the angelic voice, "Adrien?"
Marinette's face was pink as they starred each other in the eyes, he hadn't realized he was starring at her and she noticed. "O-oh, sorry." He made up an excuse quickly. "Can you help me with this part of the homework, it looks like you've already done it."
Marinette smile, "H-help, sure I c-can homework, I mean help homework with your Adrien!"
He laughed. "Thanks."
School was finally over for the day and it was the eve of the party. It was raining and the skies were gloomy but waiting at the front of the building was a limo. Lila arranged it to transport her classmates. Everyone was cheering and thanking Lila as they made their way to the car. Chloe and Sabrina got in her daddy's limo taking them to the hotel. Before Adrien could get into his car with the Gorilla, Lila ran over to him and took shelter under his umbrella. Marinette witnessed the horrific sight.
Lila clung to his arm, "Adrien, you're coming to my party right?"
Adrien awkwardly shook his head. "Sorry Lila, I has chinese and piano lessons today. Maybe next time?"
Adrien tried to flee into the car but Lila latched to his arms more aggressively. "Come now Adrien, you should let loose once in a while. It'll be fun."
"Lila I-"
"Let go." Lila and Adrien turned to see Marinette standing in the rain without an umbrella, she forgot it like usual.
"Was I talking to you? This is a private conversation, beat it."
"He said he can't go. Just leave him alone."
Lila stepped into the rain in front of Marinette so only she could hear. "You'll regret ever opening your mouth."
"You're a liar Lila, and he knows it too. Stop while you're ahead."
Lila put a hand to her mouth and laughed. "Think about it dimwit, he knows my true character but he's still nice to me. Anyone would be at least angry and stay away right? He obviously sees something in me, and he'll come to like me after I convince him I've got a pure heart or some crap like that. You on the other hand? You're nothing. A boring little nobody. And you'll never be anything. No one wants that."
Marinette was seeping in anger. "You know nothing about me."
"I know enough."
"Just go. Leave to your party. I'm surprised you care about me enough to get drenched."
The class was waiting in the car laughing and excited until they heard a yell from through the rain. They rolled down the windows and a few even got out and saw Lila laying on the cold cement in a puddle. Marinette standing above her in just as much shock and Adrien standing by his car a few feet from them under his umbrella.
Alya got out running to Lila with an umbrella with Kim and Ivan close by. "Marinette, what did you do!?" She helped Lila up who was crying crocodile tears.
Marinette looked at everyone starring at her. "Huh!?" she shook her head. "I-I didn't touch her! A-Adrien! Tell them!"
Everyone turned to Adrien, unfortunately he was telling the Gorilla to wait when it happened so he didn't see. "I'm sorry, I didn't see what happened." Marinette's hope shattered, the one person she could trust with Lila didn't see. "B-But!" He continued. "Marinette would never hurt anyone."
"Then how do you explain Lila being on the ground?" Max asked.
Lila wiped her face, "Obviously she pushed me! I can't help if you don't like me, or even jealous of me, but to push me in the rain after I ask you to come to my party!? How could you?" The class was astonished.
"No! That's not what happened!"
"Marinette, you need to cool your head, I'll talk to you when you set your emotions straight." Alya said while everyone took Lila to the car. It soon left.
Adrien went up to Marinette holding the umbrella over her, offering it to her. Her head was hanging low and her eyes slowly glanced up to him. Warm liquid masked the cold all over her body. They were tears.
"Marinette... I'm sorry..."
The Gorilla grunted urging Adrien to get in the car now. Marinette refused the umbrella and started to walk home. Adrien wanted to go after her but he was forced into the car and it drove off. He watched out his window until he couldn't see her figure in the rain anymore.
Marinette entered her home through the back door so she wouldn't worry her parents. Tikki flew out. "Marinette, it'll be okay." The silence made it worse and the girl stood soaking wet next the door. "Talk to me, it'll help. Are you okay?"
Marinette held out a hand for Tikki to sit on and gave her a weak sad smile. "Yeah.. I'm just tired, but don't worry Tikki, I'll bounce back."
Tikki hugged Marinette's cheek. "You know I'll always be here for you."
"I forgot my bag at school. I'll go get it, and when I get back we'll have hot coco and watch some movies." Marinette smiled a bit more convincingly.
"I'll be going with too in case any akuma attacks."
"No, It's alright, I have a feeling it'll be a quiet night. You stay, there are cookies upstairs, I wont be longer than 20 minutes. Promise. I just need time to think."
Tikki sighed, very worryingly. "Please hurry. I'll keep the bed warm for you."
"Thanks." She grabbed an umbrella thanks to Tikki and left toward the school.
With Marinette's unfortunate luck half way there the wind took the umbrella from her hands and into the street where it was run over. She was back to walking in the rain. "I swear I'm as unlucky as Chat Noir." She got to the school and made her way to the classroom.Â
She grabbed her bag and left her desk stopping in the middle of the classroom. Suddenly a flood of memories and emotions ran through her. She remembered Lila turning everyone on her with her lies. The looks on their faces. Accusing her. Anger. Sadness. Lost. Alone.
She couldn't tell the difference between the rain and her tears. What was dripping from her face? What made the puddle at her feet? What was cold and warm? What was she doing? Who was she? It was getting dark fast. Water blurred her vision and she couldn't see. Rain fall filled her ears and she couldn't hear. The moment was numb.
One thing she was certain of, she was drowning.
#miraculous ladybug#miraculous#Marinette Dupain-Cheng#adrien agreste#hawkmoth#lila rossi#alya cesaire#rain#akuma#akumatized marinette#my fanfiction#tia#The truth changes pt. 1
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Miss Not So Sidekick - chapter 87
our chapter opened with the head librarian (his name kinda long, so we'll call him important reminder) said he's waiting for someone from the magic tower to do maintenance for the recently bought CCTV orb today. Arwin, smiling briliantly, speaks out that it will be him. Latte reconfirms, and important reminder - upon seeing that brilliant sparkles of beauty and grace, quickly prostrate himself while having nosebleed.
Latte, already used to her hubby's forbidden charms capturing the hearts of everyone (and their grandma, and probably their little dog too) just smile and comment the obvious "I think he's your fan' (no duh! detective!Latte). Arwin just, "ah, the usual" (we want to say he's arrogant, but damn he's pretty!)
(also, uh, I can't picture the jealousy!are you cheating on me-drama once they get married. Pretty girls will be like, take one glance at her hubby, prostrating themselves upon this unearthly beauty and Latte goes, 'yeah, familiar sight'; and Arwin goes 'indeed') ***ABSOLUTELY NOBODY DARES TO APPROACH LATTE TO FLIRT IF THEY STILL VALUE THEIR LIVES***)
important reminder dashed to get the CCTV orb but Arwin is not the Lord of magician's tower just for the pretty face, he directly summoned the orb and grin like, veereee sadistically about what awaits the true culprit. Apawn and inside jobs like 'oh god! we're screwed!!' (serve you right! you bitches! how dare you to try to entrap our cute latte! and you inside jobs! how dare you besmirch our image of librarian being the keeper of multiple dimension within books and being secretly master assassin, you know, like crossover between doctor strange and john wick....but this girl dared to sully that reputation just because threatened/bribed by some silly noble girl??? GRAAAAAA!!!). Latte, the good girl she is feeling bad for those two (wut? butbutbut Latte, girl...), so she try to appeal to her hubby....
hmm? it's not? eh, Latte pointing out that since Arwin is came to the library to CCTV's maintenance, shouldn't he, like, can skip the hassle and just pointed out the culprit? (eh, like, in original novel? so tower's finance going down isn't because Latte getting bishot for free?) (I would also pointed out that in original novel, Arwin is, like, flinging the culprit all over the library, while in Latte's route, he's pretty calm. Well, he's playing around with Latte....maybe he's like big dog who have much playing/exercising to be not aggressive? or maybe he'll just playing with Latte first and then proceed to wreck the culprit afterwards? I meant, Ibelin with her goody-goody girl act should goes 'oh noes, please spare the culprit live, my good sir' or something like that right?)
oops, getting distracted. anyway, Latte pointed out that Arwin can instantly known the culprit (thanks to the CCTV. Or probably in original Ibelin's route, Arwin probably just stalking her around from the start so he can tell immediately about the culprit. am still doesn't give up about relation about Latte and tower's finance, guys....though, if this fantasy setting, the magicians should just do a guild quest or something, seriously, are you magicians or shopkeeper?). Where was I? oh yeah, Arwin should know immediately how to recognize the culprit, yet he goes 'are you the culprit, dear customer?' and goofing around with the investigation. Arwin just laughed and admitted that he's just standby and enjoying the whole show because he thought it was 1. funny and 2. he's curious about Latte's reaction, and kinda surprised that Latte is like, very calm, and not getting flustered.
Latte is like, getting flustered? over a stupid, shoddy plot? (ooof burnt ya there Peridot). If there's recording, Latte's alibi will be quickly proven, and she can also have her household provide testimony for her. Apawn quickly crumbled and start to confess that she's threatened to do so (really? you seem having no conscience at all when framing Latte, what's with the finger pointing and smug face?! GRAAAA!!) and that she would be killed if she didn't complied.
People asked who ordering her, and Apawn said she didn't know, they're wearing cloak and the carriage is covered in black fabric........but! she can see Garnet emblem between the fabric gap! People are shocketh! and Kenneth (oh he's still here, hey don't be rude to mah friend Kenneth, okay, but he's so quiet that we tended to forget he's still here, also quite strange he didn't fussed over Ibelin and keep standing in front of Latte. that's because mah friend is still accused just like, 15 second ago, you know? Fine, fine). okay, so Kenneth said, are you trying to lie again? Apawn crying and swearing it's the truth. People are fussing over about this shocking revelation (meanwhile, I'm questioning myself why the hell you are hellbent on following instruction from someone you didn't even know . If it's the powerful Garnett family that threatened you, then sure, you might get afraid of crossing them and then just do the task. But someone you didn't know just strolled at you and then ordered you to do something and you just do it? I meant, if my boss asking me to lent him money to buy lunch because he forgot his wallet, sure, I'll do that. but if a stranger come to me in restaurant and say 'hey you, your boss and I just eating together and we forgot our wallet. foot our bill.' - I'll at least called my boss first to ensure this is not a scam. Or is the Garnet family reputation so tarnished that people just go 'oh yeah, totally a Garnet style' and just done it anyway? (but the mob on the library fussing on how 'are you sure?' 'need to investigate blahblah'). Wait, they donât outrightly said IMPOSSIBRU! what's wrong with the Garnet? do they frequently do this kind of thing often?)
On the other side, Latte start monologuing how Peridot's true objective isn't framing Latte nor offing Ibelin-by-falling-bookshelves, but by open investigation for her involvement so Peridot can play victim and aggressively try to prove her innocence. AND I DON'T UNDERSTAND WHY SHE WOULD DO THAT???? I meant, why? why do you need to entrap yourself so you can be crying 'I've been framed! I've been framed!' (perhaps so if she trying to hurt Ibelin again in the future, she will use this case as reference? Like? 'ehhh, somebody trying to frame me /again/?' this is the scary girl that like, trying to get 3 birds with one stone (Latte getting framed and became her follower out of fear, Ibelin getting hurt, and Peridot getting suspicion immunity on the future). Her plot for ensnare Latte quickly unravels tho since it's so messy and Latte has quite an alibi (though it was because of CCTV orbs. Hmmmmm, the Ectrie household might be not much of alibi since they could accused of defending her impartially, but the /rumor/ will drag Latte down regardless (ooooh, so this is rumor attack from noble lady fights)
Arwin (again, asserting his closeness to Latte by whispering close to her. Ha! take take that ma friend Kenneth!) asking how does Latte feels to suddenly got revelation that her case is actually part of bigger conspiracy with ominous shadow looming *DUNDUNDUN* Latte plays it cool, bro. Arwin asks aren't you scared? she shrugged that she doesn't have reason to be scared because she's not the actual target anyway. HUH WHAT
oh yeah, forgot that in Peridot's eyes, Ibelin is still the female lead *snicker snicker* ****Wait, don't laugh, us, it's better for Peridot thinking that way**** so her trying to frame Latte maybe just as an afterthought. The most important thing is to make Ibelin having accident and then Peridot will play victim? (no, sorry, Latte, we're still confused, but we'll trust your word on this). Excited Arwin is cute tho.
Arwin listening to Latte's explanation about how Peridot will likely denying her involvement by making the trap (her crest) very obvious in the first place (she can making various excuse how somebody borrowing her carriage or some criminal plagiarized the crest to implicate her, Important thing is that she's being framed! framed! I tell you! - eh does she meant that she wanted the 'some criminal plagiarize my family crest so whatever vile doing done in the future by some criminal plagiarize my family crest is unrelated to me?' Ohhhh???? OHHHHHHHHH!!!! ss...so that's why she want to get 'caught' on this first offense! de....detective Latte! *worship*).
Arwin makes a comment how he's surprised that Latte is sharper than he thought. Latte is haha, how stupid have you been seeing me till now then?
and Arwin, responded. *we facepalmed*
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Okay, episode Heat of the Moment isnât gonna happen because the audio was just, so bad yâall. So bad. I couldnât make out words. Instead Iâm skipping forward to Vin Diagram, since fuck it Iâm already skipping shit for the sake of seeing Kevin when I can so why not.
As I stated last night, Iâm gonna be watching the âseason 4ⲠKevin episodes before finishing season 3 for various reasons, one of which is I fucking want to.
Onward! Give me my boy!
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Hi Gwen. Nice dramatic suit-up intro.
Max... Max no.
Ben watches races for crashes (boy what is wrong with you). This race, meanwhile, is a charity event for a sanctuary for endangered animals. How nice.
Ben sees no point if there arenât explosions. Boy go play Mario Kart or something.
Hi Kevin. What are you skulking about for?
Ben also is curious/concerned
So we at least know this episode definitely takes place directly after Heat of the Moment. Great. That makes my job much easier, I can throw them both up, kinda. Look Iâll figure it out.
Ben: Clearly heâs up to something, I must stop him! Gwen: ....o-kaaaay?
Also yes Ben, that is very suspicious the child going Quad Smack to carry tires. Slow deep breathes.
âDweeby Dweebysonâ You boys are as bad as each other, I swear to fuck.
I feel like this exchange would be more amusing had I seen the episode before this, but itâs amusing enough on itâs own that Iâll allow it.
Also Kevin calling Ben âa paranoid babyâ and Ben raring for a fight because like hell Kevinâs not up to something.
These children, everybody. Even Gwenâs just, âthis is our normal now, one of them sees the other and suddenly tires are flyingâ
You did start it Ben, Kevin just ended it.
Also hi Vin.
And Vin just picks them up off the ground, treating it like they were just playing which... right now, no, but I do have an image of them five years from now where this is just, how their friendship is.Â
Kevin is just having a good day so far. Ben, not so much.
Ben, shocked Vin knows Kevin.
...Vin and Kevin met when Vin caught Kevin trying to steal his car, became friends when Kevin straight up admitted it and Vin decided he could respect an honest answer.
Ben is put out. Very pout. Much Tennyson.
Vin âThis child has so much raw talent, I must teach him, guide him into a future as an amazing engineer and mechanicâ Ethanol.
Kevin is smug. Probably at least 50% because someone thinks he has talent and wants to nurture that talent.
Kevin and Vin fistbump, Ben dies inside out of pure jealous horror.
Ben, insisting that Kevin is so awful that he can turn a grown man back to a life of crime, and that clearly if Vin wants to be a good guy he should be mentoring him. Because heâs totally all about practicality and Vinâs good name here, not at all about being jealous that Kevin found a really cool mentor. Definitely not. Never.
Oh gods I just realized the Cadobit is a mascot now! And apparently an endangered species? Dudes thereâs only one, and theyâre not a natural species, it donât count. Jurassic Park 2 all over again.
Max- certain Vin isnât a good rolemodel because criminal. Gwen- âmaybe we should give them a chance, they might be good influences on each otherâ. Ben- already running off to put a stop to this blasphemy.
âLook Kev, you get yourself a solid American muscle car and everything you do looks cooler.â I think he knows that, given he tried to steal yours.
Also Kevin is so small he canât lean the engine bay and have his feet anywhere near the ground. My son.
Hi Ben.
Kevin about to beat Benâs ass for interrupting his mentor time. If that look doesnât scream âif you donât have a place to be I can tell you where to go-â
Kevin âYou have a whole family, let me have thisâ Levin
Vin, trying to bring a base level of manners to the childrenâs interactions. Itâs not likely to work, Vin, Iâve met them, theyâre just like this. Kevin takes more work than that. Also he seems confused at your comment. There could be a million reasons for that.
Ben trying to pull the âKevin doesnât have a car and so is not involvedâ card. Which is rude, I think.
And lo, Bootleg returns.
Possesses Vinâs car and Vin is impressed.
âI have an alien like that too! Or I used to.â âBummer. If I were you Iâd have kept it.â
Vin telling Ben to have fun in the race, together the three of them are gonna help save a lot of endangered animals, and Ben is most certain that is not the point of tonight anymore. From now on the point of tonight is to prove to Kevinâs only decent adult figure that he should drop Kevin for him.
Kevin doing a donut before heading to the starting line. Nobody who has seen this boy in any other series is shocked. Heâd probably do a donut with a jet if given the opportunity.
And Ben kicks Gwen out of Glitch so he can race instead. Note he does this at the starting line. Max come control this child.
Mary Jo! Itâs Mary Jo! This episode is officially better just for her being here! No lines but damnit she exists and sheâs here, the queer icon of the franchise!
Ben is so very behind because Glitch just is not about that aggressive driving life.
Going Heatblast, Ben please. This is a charity event for fuckâs sake.
Vin being all mentory.
Ben, trying to impress. Just let Kevin have this, Ben.
Vin, calling Ben out on forgetting this is for charity.
Kevin, meanwhile, is just done with Ben existing in the same space as his mentor figure. How dare. Go away.
Congratulations Vin, you are now seeing the messed up child you are dealing with. Heâs workable heâs just, got issues that need dealing with and no real way to manage them healthily I think. A good parental figure and a therapist would do this boy wonders. Itâs just, nobody ever seems ready to give him either.
Damn, Kevin, fucking chill. He has a decent mentor now and he is not taking threats to that well.
Vin is not pleased.
Well Ben, youâre getting your explosions. Happy now? Also I like how Kevin is apparently throwing the race in favor of fucking up Ben for daring to try to steal Vin. My poor son.
Gwen, forcibly removing Benâs head from his ass.
Kev vs Vin for the sake of âjust how much damage is Kev allowed to doâ. None. The answer is none.
Gwen calling for a pitstop so she can chew Ben out for fucking everything up for everybody in person.
There was almost an emotional moment there- not a breakthrough but a moment (realized he fucked up the race? check. realizing he ruined Gwenâs chance to participate in the race like she wanted? check. admittance that he did all this purely out of jealousy and that Kevin was doing literally nothing wrong for once in his life until Ben made it his business to provoke him? not even close)- and then Kevin and Vin literally fucking spun passed and suddenly itâs all Rath and back to the fray.
Gwen, grabbing Glitch and joining the fray in hopes of talking some sense into the complete mess that is these people
This entire night is a disaster.
And Kev vs Vin is still ongoing. Kevinâs issues with authority have returned for yet another round. Today on âDid somebody really just try to control Kevin? Fuck.â
Why is this episode taking me two hours? Because every time I unpause things get worse.
âListen kid, when you time out, we are gonna have a long talk about good sportsmanship!â Oh Vin. I was concerned but this gives me hope. I doubt Kevin will stick around for it because, well, Kevin and Issues, but itâs the thought that counts.
Poor Vinâs car
âI donât even car about the stupid race anymore, this is personal!â While becoming Bashmouth. Oh Kevin. And donât think I havenât noticed that the two times youâve treated things as being personal were when Ben made that comment on your not having anyone to run back to and now, when Ben was actively trying to steal a positive adult figure from you.
Max swears heâs a better role model than Vin. I donât think anyone really agrees Max.
Vinâs even being encouraging towards Gwen, he really needs to stop. Heâs not winning me, I refuse.
Vin carries hunks of meat around. Has he experienced Bashmouth before? Or is he just like this?
Heâs just like this.
Luring the boys with a steak.
Welp, Kevin has been distracted by an antenna ornament. Oh child. My son.
âBen you have to save Kevin, he could get hurt!â âGood!â Benjamin Kirby Tennyson!
Kevin, not happy that Ben is being complimented. Ben? Pleased as punch.
The race is over and Vin is getting tired of fighting children.
Kevin trying to pull the âI donât care anywayâ card with regards to fighting over Vin with Ben. Really these children are just... children.
These boys
Wide-eyed Kevin, a rare sight.
Vin called them 7-yos and the affront on these childrenâs faces. Also Benâs talk about molding Vin in the ideal role model, like Kevin did none of that Ben, you are on your own.
Kevin storms off and Vin actively lets him now he can still come to him for help.
Money laundering, Vin, really.
At least the manâs honest about it, and just going along with being arrested.
10/11
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