#I have a final tomorrow and I’m so unserious about it

[m0onjellies]

I have a week and a half of finals left and I am not making it through y’all 🙏

[chobunz]

── stress relief. ( sjy ) 🎧

๑ Jake hasn’t gotten as much attention from you lately, so I guess he has to bother you in order to receive it..

pair: clingy bf!jake ㅊ busy gf!reader | warnings: smut, pwp, fluff, very silly and unserious banter, teasing, begging, fingering, oral (f. rec), spit kink (?), marking, unprotected s.x, creampie | words: 4.0k

welp- this was a lot longer than i intended it to be lol, srry not sorry. also why am i always making jake such a needy bf ? LOL, idek.. i just love a man that’s down bad for me what else can i rlly say shdhshsd

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exam season never stroke you as easy, that’s why you took more time than you had into studying. you spent most of your days sitting infront of your laptop and it’s handy dandy partner— your notebook. on the side of that you were juggling your boyfriend’s needs, alongside your mother’s constant smothering over the phone about how she wants to see you this week. you constantly tell her that you don’t have the time and if you had the time you’d rather go over there than anything. you loved your mother dearly, but you wanted big things for your future, especially when you imagine a family one day with your lover.

“mom, we’ve been over this a million times, i love you and all but i’ve told you. i don’t have the time to go and see you right now..” you hated having to put your studies first before anything, but that was the only way in order to become successful. you couldn’t afford to slack off and just take time for yourself to do whatever you wanted, you had to remain focused.

your mom didn’t seem too happy with that answer, she really wanted to see you and you could hear it in her voice. it broke your heart the way she sounded. “i understand that, but i really miss you staying over sweetheart.. maybe we can plan something this week ?” she truly hoped that you’d say yes but you couldn’t just drop everything and go home for the weekend, unfortunately things were far more complicated than that.

you were beyond stressed out, and along with her constant nagging it only pushed you over the edge, you were well over aggravated. it’s like she only thinks for herself sometimes..

“doesn’t sound like you understand, i don’t have time and i can’t come see you ! you’re being really selfish right now.” you’ve tried reasoning with her but it just never worked, usually you’d give in and comply with her demands but you had to put yourself first this time. “i’m sorry but not today or tomorrow, not even this week, i love you mom.”

“i love you too.. i guess i’ll talk to you later then ?..”

“mhm, bye mom.”

and with that, you quickly hung up. you felt bad with how you raised your voice at her, but sometimes she doesn’t think. you could tell she had gotten upset just by the tone of her voice and that by itself made you feel like shit.

weight on your shoulder: multiplied.

not long after, jake had came home, he’d seen you working your ass off and understood how this upcoming exam was important to you. although, he also got to shake hands with this disasteress stress. for one, he constantly has to force you off your work to go to bed. he hated seeing you risk your own health for the sake of success. jake knew you’d pass with flying colors, he believed in you, he always had. you were few of the top students in your class. of course you had it. while he also studied for exams, he’d rather not risk his mental health for a test he could easily just take again. and he always told you that, but you’re too stubborn to ever listen.

“babe, i’m home !” he shifted to the living area, where you just so happened to be at the time. “new station?” he giggled, joking about how you finally moved from the dining area.

“yeah, i guess..” you yawned while busily typing away at your HP. jake checked the time once hearing you yawn.

“baby, get up. bed time, now.” he clasped his hands together a second before walking towards you and your silly little laptop. you don’t say anything back, only continuing what you were doing, as if he wasn’t even important enough to acknowledge.

“uh.. are my words delayed ? did i stutter? save whatever you’re doing, right now and get your little ass into bed.” he cocked a brow at you, waiting for you to comply, hands taped to his waist.

“jakeee, just a little more.. ‘m almost done ! i promise. it’s just a little bit left !” you plea at him, hands speeding up it’s pace, dancing along the keys moving to the save button after typing another sentence. your face looked drowsy. you looked tired. and you knew it.

“great then just a little bit for you to do tomorrow ! room, now.” his one arm and his other grasp you, taking you under your arms and up on your feet. “bu-”

“go.” he cut you off, nodding his head in the direction of your shared bedroom. you finally caved, maybe you did need rest. and that’s just what you did, but not before talking to the sweetness that lay beside you.

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“so, how was your day..” you ask the half sleeping boy who’s face was deeply snuggled in between your breasts. he couldn’t sleep unless he was holding you, the warmth of your body against his gave him the much needed comfort he desired.

“mm.. good, i just wish you were more involved in it..” you felt the vibration of his voice through your skin making you giggle, yet, you were upset with how it’s now just dawned on you that you chose studying over the man who’d give you the whole world if he could.

it seems you’ve been acting awfully selfish lately, barely returning any of his calls or responding to his texts hours later. he feels like he’s constantly giving one hundred percent in this relationship while you barely gave half of that. jake knows you love him, you wouldn’t be coming home every night if you didn’t, but he misses that stage where you couldn’t keep your hands off each other.

“i’m sorry, i didn’t know how caught up in exams i were, i haven’t been giving you much attention, have i ? ..”

“you holding me is all i need.. i cherish the time i get when you aren’t studying..” he mumbles, hands tracing shapes along the slope of your waist.

“thank you for giving me time and understanding.. i love you baby..” you kissed his head tenderly. receiving a hum in reply you knew he was tired, so you yourself dripped into slumber.

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your alarm rang forcing you out of bed and before doing so you switched your alarms off. you looked over at your resting partner. he was so peaceful when he slept he looked just like a baby, and you wanted nothing more than to baby him ;(

*okay.. i wanna hurry and finish this.* you pulled the blanket off your arm before dangling your feet off the cushion of the bed.

“what’re you doing ? where are you going ?” he instantly wakes up when he feels the weight of bed lighten, hands capturing the hem of your sweatshirt to forcefully halt your movement.

“i’m just going to finish up my studying,” you remind him from yesterday, cupping his face as you turn around to face him.

“goodmorning, jakey.” you cheesed.

a strong pair of strong arms wraps around your figure, “gummorning, princess.” he half yawns, looking up at you with those precious, endearing eyes of his.

“c’mon, let’s go play in toothpaste.” you tap his arms signaling him to let go.

“are you saying my breath smells bad ?” he chuckled, finally setting you free.

“i mean, if the shoe fits !” you playfully joked, getting up immediately after he unarms you.

“c’mon babyyy.” you try one more attempt to get him out of bed, hearing him act all whiney since he didn’t want to. he’d much rather still be under the sheets and laid up with you, but you were on a mission today.

finally, you two ended up in the bathroom. mornings were always chaotic, so much going on as you took turns brushing your teeth. while he brushed his, you were brushing your hair and doing your skincare routine. you were getting ready to take a shower so you gathered all of your needed things, only waiting to brush your teeth. when you finally got a hold of the sink you got your tooth brush and sat on the counter, kicking your legs. you were sometimes childish, but so what ? nobody wants to age anyway.

“stop being weird, little girl..” you were laughing almost choking with the minty taste of toothpaste in your mouth, you quickly spat it out. “and you pee loud ! it’s like gun fire !”

he chuckles at your comparison, “i know a few things i do loud.” he mumbled before walking over to your figure that sat tall on the sink as you rinsed your toothbrush, caging you in.

once your toothbrush was away your arms immediately swung around his neck, you’d missed holding him all day everyday, which is why you contemplated on cutting your studying short for today.

“you’re so cute..” jake couldn’t help but be all over you, he’s waited far too long just to have you like this again; peppering kisses all over your face and jawline, trailing them all the way down to your collarbone. your body tingles in excitement, wanting nothing but to have your boyfriend’s hands roam your whole body. but you’d soon snap back to reality— the sad, underwhelming reality of what you’re actually supposed to be doing.

“jake.. we can’t.. i have to finish, remember ?” you felt like a broken record at this point but it seems as though it goes in one ear and straight out the other. he hasn’t touched you in so long, he doesn’t even know how he’s survived without it. he has his needs too, and his hand wasn’t going to cut it anymore. he desperately needed you more than anything right now.

“i’ll be quick ! i swear, pleaseeee.” he tries his hardest to plead with you, eyes practically begging you for an ounce of sympathy. “just want you so bad…”

usually you wouldn’t give in so easily, but the way he looked at you made you wanna fold in a heartbeat. was studying really more important than getting some dick ? yeah probably. but how could you say no to that face ? it’s been weeks since you got some and the urges were only getting stronger. you had no willpower left, so you finally surrendered to him.

he now has you in the palm of his hands, exactly how he wanted. he’d constantly be thinking of you, and all those times where he’s had to pleasure himself in order to get some form of satisfaction has now paid off; he could simply act out all of his horny thoughts on you now. and since he’s already got you where he wants, he wasn’t letting you go anywhere like you usually do. jake plays with the hem of your sweatshirt before lifting it up over your head, practically dying to kiss every inch of your body. he doesn’t know how he got so lucky to have someone as pretty and smart as you, but he’d never take it for granted— holding you within his grasp, carrying you back to your shared bedroom and gently placing you down onto the bed.

“my pretty baby.. ” jake couldn’t keep his eyes or hands off you for a second, drinking in the sight of you underneath him, it made him wanna tear you to shreds.

though he couldn’t do that just yet, he wanted to take his time with you. show you how much he truly appreciates and loves you. he definitely lied earlier when he said he’d be quick, there’s no way he’d be able to rush this. not when he’s had all this built up sexual tension that’s been eating at him since the last time you two fucked. the neediness of his actions were more than telling of his intentions, you knew he wanted you just as badly as you wanted him— if not more. plus, how could you refuse that puppy dog look he’s given you ?? he made you go crazy just from his facial expressions alone.

his hands slowly traveled up to caress your breasts, the pads of his fingers swiping over it’s hardened bud, rubbing in slow, lazy circles. he loves the way your body reacts to his touch, how you’d arch your back just from the feel of him. your low moans and whimpers were enough to make him go even more feral than he already is, feeling his cock twitch just from the way you’d sound. he craved you more than anything right now. you bit your lip when his mouth wraps around the base of your nipple, his hand working it’s way down to cup your clothed core, getting a feel of how much of a dripping mess you were for him.

“mmh.. so wet for me already babygirl,” he giggles when noticing the dampness of your panties. you seriously couldn’t believe you’ve fucked yourself over his touch just for exams. you often found yourself subconsciously humping your pillow to the thought of him, wishing that his face was buried between your legs instead of it. your body grew so sensitive over time, it was like you forgot how good he made you feel..

“need you so bad baby.. let me relieve all the stress and tension out of you..” his voice was low, full of lust and desire for only you. he kept teasing you with his fingers, enjoying every minute of you writhing and squirming under his body. he’s missed this dearly, and he was going to take full advantage of this. your mind drew itself blank, unable to think of anything but your beautiful boyfriend on top of you. you judd your hips up against his hand, building a steady rhythm to match his, the friction driving you absolutely insane.

“oh..fuck-” you let out a gasp when his thumb “accidentally” brushes over your clit, his hands shift to tug the fabric of your panties down as fast as he possibly could— but that didn’t stop him from continuing his little torturous teasing spree.

his head rested perfectly between your plush thighs, staring down at your pretty, glistening folds, tracing his finger everywhere expect where you needed him most. “mm.. jake, quit teasin’..” you whined out of frustration, which only made him giggle even more, until he finally complies with your demand.

“you’re right, my hardworking girl deserves a reward. doesn’t she ?” he looks up at you with a devious smirk plastered on his lips, all while sinking two digits into your small entrance— making you cry out from the sudden fill he’s added.

“spread your legs wider for me baby.” you didn’t even hesitate upon hearing that command, legs shooting open immediately. keeping your thighs open with your hands so jake could get a better look at your sopping cunt.

“feels good, huh ? you missed having my fingers inside you ?” he continuously thrusts in and out, gradually increasing his speed as you’re on the verge of falling apart. he absolutely loved seeing you like this, it’s what he lives for. he felt so accomplished knowing that only he can make you feel this way; no one else could ever have the same effect on you that he does.

jake knew you were far too weak to speak, your moans echoing the walls of the room was pure music to his ears. with just a curl of his fingers, your walls cinch around them greedily, watching as they’d disappear into your tight hole. your whole body trembles, as you cupped your breasts to knead them gently.

“fuck, you’re so hot. such a pretty little pussy, all for me.” he pants softly, taking in the sight of your eyes squeezing shut, how you were so overwhelmed already. he could bust just from this alone.

his head dips down in between your thighs, latching his mouth to your clit. he’d switch from harshly sucking to lapping his tongue on the swollen bud, eliciting the prettiest sounds out of you. “taste so fucking good baby. could eat you out all damn day..” he praised again, drowning himself in your sweetness.

you don’t know how much more you can possibly take but you firmly pull on his hair for leverage, tightly tugging it not even registering that it could possibly hurt him. but he doesn’t complain, his free hand caresses your thigh gently, flicking his tongue rapidly on your clit and drinking up your wetness, you taste like a dream. you mewl slightly above a whisper, forgetting how to use your own voice. his mouth was making you feel more than amazing, better than anything you’ve felt before.

“ ‘m gonna come !..” your hand now held onto his hand for support, lacing your fingers to intertwine with his. you grind your hips harder, feeling like you’re about to explode.. your juices squirt onto his fingers and his chin, making a mess all over the sheets beneath you, in utter utopia from the intensity of your orgasm.

“shit..baby” he moaned, licking his lips to savor every taste of you. he lifts his head up, beaming with a rush of excitement to finally have you take his cock. “get up,” it sounded a lot more demanding than he thought, but he couldn’t wait any longer. he was so horny that he wouldn’t even be surprised if he nuts the minute he enters you, (but thankfully he won’t because that would simply defeat the whole purpose of everything).

you did as you were told and quickly got up to land yourself on top of him. it’s obvious what he wanted you to do, he wants you to ride him while he looks up at your pretty face. it’s one of his favorite positions, not only does he get to lay back and let you do all the work but he secretly loves that you’re the one in control.

“mm.. that’s my girl,” he groans once you hover over his length, gently stroking the base of his shaft. his hands slid up to find purchase on your hips.

his embrace felt all the more than loving— it was familiar, warm, and protective. skin on skin, body to body; beautifully unraveling as one. your mouth flung open when you slid yourself inside but no audible noise came out— it was but a silent scream. he was sporting a semi-hard on but once fully submerged and accustomed to you tightening around him, your walls could feel his length slowly swell up inside you, it was one of those indescribable feelings that you cherish forever.

“better start moving baby, this dicks not gonna ride itself.” he playfully demands, slightly bucking his hips up to feel some motion, “or do you want me to do all the work instead, hm ?” that offer was extremely tempting, but it’s not like he wasn’t going to do that later on.

“n-no, wanna ride you jakey… i’ll start moving” you stutter, shakily rutting your hips against him, he fills you up so perfectly as if his cock was designed solely for you. placing both palms on his broad shoulders for anchorage whilst raising your hips to now finally properly ride his fully erect.

“fuck… s-so big— so full..” you don’t think you’ll ever get used to how he stuffs you completely. his low grunts were the most melodic tone to your ears, along with his heavy panting and nails digging into the dips of your hips— he had your head spinning.

jake was enthralled with the fact only he could have you like this, a pretty little whining mess just for him. his cock throbbing in you intensely made you clench around the thickness, mouth falling back open to reveal a long strand of your saliva, this only brought him more joy as he pulled you in for another kiss, moaning nonstop into his mouth. you picked up a steady rhythm while riding him, moving up and down as you thread your fingers in his soft hair, feverishly making out with him. it all felt too good, he felt unreal, it became almost too much for you.

you gnawed at his lower lip when you pulled slightly away, leaving another string of your spit connected together; he drove you madly insane. his attention went soaring elsewhere now, producing wet kisses along your side profile, to your neck, gently sucking and biting on the skin to admit a reaction. a deliberate shriek leaves your mouth, feeling your muscles tighten as you tremble, he left more faint love bites to your collarbone and visible bite marks to your shoulder. he notices your struggle to stay balanced and shifts his arm, firmly on your waist to keep you in place.

“love the way you take this dick like a pro babe, you’re fucking amazing.” he praised you over and over, his words of encouragement helping you build quicker stamina, bouncing on his cock as if you were deprived of it for months (technically speaking you were, but maybe not for that long).

“you know i love you right princess ?” he husks, assuring that this’ll always mean something more than just sex to him, you were far from disposable, his love runs deeper than you could ever imagine.

“y-yes jake, i do. i love you t-too— mmh fuck !” your head plunges backward when he thrusts his cock back into you to match your movements, bringing one of his veiny hands to come rub your ass, sinking you further into him.

you kept a steady pace as you lower your middle finger to play with your clit as you rode him, the extra stimulation to your nub had your head dropping lower in reverse. you were so excruciatingly wet all you could hear were his hard breaths mixed with your soaking arousal slamming into his cock, only thing running through your mind was getting to milk him empty once you both reach your climax. a moan slips the both of your lips in unison as you scrunched your eyes shut from euphoric sense of pleasure.

“no no, look at me baby— keep ‘em open.” he ordered. your eyes flicker open once again, obediently following his rules, giving him the eye contact he so desperately craves.

“love looking at this pretty face every single fucking day,” he groans, still holding your hips securely in his grasp, “all of this is mine, mine, mine.” each time he’d say it another deep stroke would slam into your cervix. a final hit to your sweet spot had you trembling under him, crying out his name while screaming at the top of your lungs— you can tell he was getting close too by his chest heaving and sultry grunts and moans laced with an endless loop of your name being said.

your face contorts from your nearing orgasm imploding you, the o-shape formation of your lips taking over, “g-gonna come jake… can feel it !” a drawn out sigh leaving your breath as you catch it.

“yeah ? gonna make a mess all over this cock ?” he felt you clench around him at his every word, your hand reaches down to your bud caressing it slowly ready to reach your high again.

“go ahead baby, let go for me.” he grants your undying wish with those words, chasing your high as you finally let go, cream leaking down the sides of his cock.

“fuck, so good.. such a good girl for me.” he felt himself closer to the edge, “where do you want my cum this time babe ?” he asks impatiently.

“inside, inside me please !” you practically beg for it, eyes growing heavy, and your breathing becomes irregular. you soon felt your walls being coated with his thick, hot cum, filling you up with every last drop. you instantly collapsed onto his chest, completely drained and worn out by the end. the room remained silent for a few minutes, just enjoying each other’s company, lost in his warm embrace.

“hmm.. what about now ?” jake broke the quite atmosphere with his random question, leaning closer to peck the side of your face, “how does my breath smell now ??” he teased from earlier’s incident.

“oh my god, shut up,” you turned away from him with hot cheeks. “what does it smell like huh ?” he laughed at your embarrassed state.

“go away !” you pushed him off of you to go do your little pee pee check. “smells like your yummy little pussy, donnit baby !” he watched you hop into the bathroom.

“my pee too loud ! can’t hear you !!” you shut the bathroom door with a tiny giggle.

you could still hear jake hysterically laughing in the background.

2 am smut hits differentt >:33 had to post a cute lil fluffy fic for my jakey pooh cs he’s so cutieful hehehe <3

also, hii lee ik ur reading this loll ilyyy .+(´^ω^`)+ .

@leeechin ♡︎

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I Can See You: Chapter 6 (Ellie Williams, TLOU)

I Can See You

Fic master post here

Also, I kinda cosplayed Ellie if you want to check it out

*Not beta read

Ellie Williams is a player, on and off the lacrosse field. You begin tutoring her so that she can get her grades up and stay on the team. You try to keep things professional, however, your affection is a great motivator. Ellie wouldn't be caught dead with you so you become her secret mission. 

Chapter 6

Your friends are trying to figure out who your mystery girl is while you and Ellie grow closer than ever. Turns out the back of the library isn’t as private as you thought it was…

Word count: 4.4k

CW: *Ellie and reader are both 18*, profanities, sexual innuendo/references, profanities

“I need your help with something,” Ellie informs you after giving you a kiss and plopping down at your usual table in the library. 

“Is it Chem? Your test is on Wednesday, right?”

“Yes, actually, it is. But that’s not what I meant. It’s not school related.”

You are surprised, but try not to show it. You are more than happy to help her with anything she needs, though you haven't gotten past the homework and Dunkin Donuts coffee phase yet. “What is it, El?”

Ellie takes a deep breath and blurts out “I really need you to come to my lacrosse game tomorrow.” 

“Ellie I want to, I really do. But I don’t know how I’m going to pull that off. My friends are going to see my location at a random lacrosse field and think I got kidnapped. If I turn it off they will think I got kidnapped. I guess I could just leave my phone at home…” you trail off, racking your brains for an answer. 

Ellie cracks a smile. “This game is at North. You told your friends you are seeing a girl who goes to North. Why can’t she be a lacrosse player?”

Your face lights up. “Ellie, you are brilliant!”

“Yeah, I am,” she responds, a smug grin on her face. 

You throw your arms around Ellie and give her a kiss. “I’m excited to watch you play live, instead of on some grainy live stream.”

“I do look way better in person. The camera doesn’t really capture how good my ass looks in those shorts.” Unserious Ellie is ridiculously endearing. 

You laugh, still holding on to her, unwilling to let go yet. Ellie starts to kiss your neck and the pace of your breathing picks up. She keeps nipping at your neck, leaving you humming with satisfaction. 

Out of nowhere, you hear voices, very close by. You are both startled, having been lost in the heat of the moment. Quickly separating from each other, you and Ellie try to act natural. 

Two boys walk past and start scanning the book shelf to your left. You turn to look and Ellie’s eyes widen. 

“Turn the other way,” Ellie says under her breath. 

You look back at her in confusion.

“Your neck,” she whispers.

Ellie had been kissing your neck moments earlier, she must have left some evidence behind. 

“Fuck!” You hiss and whip your head in the other direction. You fiddle with the hood of your sweatshirt so that it’s covering the spot that is missing Ellie’s warm lips. 

Neither of you even had any work out, it looks like you are just hanging out in the library. Which wouldn’t usually matter, but the two of you don’t want to be seen together yet. 

Thankfully, the two boys are most likely freshmen, who probably don’t care about girls' lacrosse. They probably don’t know who Ellie is and there isn’t any reason someone would recognize you when you don’t recognize them. That’s a bit of a relief. 

The boys don’t take too long and you can finally stop holding your breath.

“Those were freshmen, right? They wouldn’t know who we are?” Ellie asks, the tone of her voice quite grave. 

You reassure Ellie, but also yourself. “I doubt they know who we are. We should be fine.” 

“Okay good.” Ellie takes your hand and rubs her thumb over your palm. 

“I don’t know that this is a good spot anymore,” you mumble.

She puts her hands in her pocket with pain in her eyes. “I can’t believe it. No one comes in here after school, especially not this section.”

“Not for books,” you correct her.

Ellie’s freckled nose scrunches up. “What does that mean?”

“You’ve never hooked up in the library?” You question, having assumed that someone with Ellie’s track record had done it before. 

Her jaw drops and her green eyes are horror struck. “Why would I? Have… have you?!?”

“Uh yeah…” you scratch the back of your neck. 

“Who did you… never mind. I don’t want to know. Just for the record, I prefer the back of the locker room,” Ellie huffs. She seems to be displeased thinking about you hooking up with another girl. “But the library suits you better.” The two of you start laughing, too amused by your own stereotypes to stay jealous. 

You bow your head formally. “Why thank you, ma’am.” When you look back up at her it’s time to be serious. “We can stay here today, but we have to figure out a different spot for Thursday.”

“We need somewhere private,” Ellie agrees. 

“I have access to the chem lab for tutoring, my ID can get us in.”

“You tutor someone else in chem?!?” Ellie crosses her arms with an enormous amount of sass. 

“Ellie we’ve been over this,” you remind her.

“We have. That doesn’t mean I feel any less betrayed.”

You put a hand on her thigh under the table, if someone were to walk in they wouldn’t be able to see. “You are my favorite person I’ve ever tutored.”

“I better be. And just so you know, since my test is on Wednesday, I won’t have much work to do on Thursday. I don’t know how I’m going to keep myself occupied in a locked classroom with you,” Ellie smirks. 

You smile and shake your head. “That’s a tough one, El. What are you going to do?”

“I’ve got some ideas. But I need to study so you are going to have to wait until then to find out.” 

You continue to avoid PDA the rest of your time in the library, already anxious for the next time you can see each other, before you have even parted ways. 

You sent a selfie in the Snapchat group chat later that night using a filter that tells you which character you are from a show that you and all your friends watch. You hadn’t thought anything of it until you were being bombarded with questions about the hickeys on your neck. 

“They are from the girl that goes to North,” you lie and ignore their questions for the rest of the night. 

The next day at lunch you hear whispers about Ellie Williams in the library after school. She was seen with a girl who, believe it or not, has your hair color and skin tone. That’s crazy. 

Those damn freshmen. 

You: Good luck today!!😘💕

Space Nerd🚀🤓: Having you there is all the luck I need💚🍀

You get to Ellie’s game while the teams are still warming up. Ellie routinely looks at the bleachers as you walk around to the visitors side, searching for you, and a big smile grows on her face when she finally spots you.

The lacrosse spectators look somewhat familiar now that you’ve been to a few games. Joel is amongst them, talking to some of the other dads. It’s impossible to hear what he’s saying from this far away, but you can tell how proud he is of Ellie as he points down at her on the field. 

You watch Joel for a moment. It warms your heart to see someone care so much about Ellie. She’s so special and he cares so much, they way she deserves to be cared about. 

Joel happens to glance in your direction and makes eye contact with you. He gives you a knowing smile and you blush. Joel probably knows you are Ellie’s tutor?

But why would Joel know what Ellie’s tutor looks like? You were in the school paper recently, a picture and blurb about you and the 3 other seniors going to Ivy League Colleges. You are going to Brown.

This recognition leaves you flustered nonetheless. Another person knowing that you are connected to Ellie is overwhelming, though just as thrilling. Although it’s for the best, you don’t always love being a secret. It’s hard not to wish things were easier. 

After shaking off the self conscious feeling that had taken over you, the incessant buzzing of your phone blowing up can no longer be ignored. 

Nicole sent a screenshot of your location in the group chat. You should have expected this, she asked you to hang out and you told her you were busy and didn’t give an explanation. 

Melisssssssa🎤🙈💓: She’s at North👀

Caroline🦋🩵🍭: At the North LACROSSE FIELD👀🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨

Tee-rees-ah💟🎨���: Slay pussy boss queen👏🏼

Caroline🦋🩵🍭: Go get your woman!!!!!

NICOLE MY MAIN BITCH👯‍♀️💅👛💓: You do love an athlete

Melisssssssa🎤🙈💓: Jackie’s JV game is right after if you want to stay and watch!!

Caroline🦋🩵🍭: You should break up with her if she doesn’t win 

But that’s just my opinion 

NICOLE MY MAIN BITCH👯‍♀️💅👛💓: Why didn’t you invite us???? 

Do we embarrass you ma’am??  

Tee-rees-ah💟🎨🐞: Yeah we want to watch to

Melisssssssa🎤🙈💓: We want to meet her

NICOLE MY MAIN BITCH👯‍♀️💅👛💓: What is her name 

Melisssssssa🎤🙈💓: What does she look like

Tee-rees-ah💟🎨🐞: What’s her home address

NICOLE MY MAIN BITCH👯‍♀️💅👛💓: What’s her social security number 

Caroline🦋🩵🍭: BRB I’m going to stalk your Instagram following list  

You follow 3 North girls that have something gay in their bio which one is it

NICOLE MY MAIN BITCH👯‍♀️💅👛💓: I’m looking too

 None of them say they play lax:/

Melisssssssa🎤🙈💓: I think it’s the one with 🩷🧡

Tee-rees-ah💟🎨🐞: No it’s gotta be the one committed to UCONN

Caroline🦋🩵🍭: Y’all are wrong it’s gym mirror pic girl 

You: She doesn’t have an Instagram 

NICOLE MY MAIN BITCH👯‍♀️💅👛💓: WTF

Caroline🦋🩵🍭: 🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩

Tee-rees-ah💟🎨🐞: 😡😡😡😡😡😡 

Melisssssssa🎤🙈💓: We will find her 

Caroline🦋🩵🍭: Looking at the roster now 

The group chat continues to pop off, all theories about who the mystery girl is. You ignore them because the game is starting. 

Ellie is so graceful, yet domineering on the field. The way she plays it is effortless, but also so intentional. Ellie is swift and graceful, poised and confident. She looks at you every time she scores a goal.

You don’t outwardly cheer, just clap when you are supposed to. It’s painful for you not to yell Ellie’s name and jump up and down when she does something good. Unfortunately, you are ‘here for a girl from North’. You doubt anyone is paying any attention, or cares for that matter. However, you are still on a secret mission. 

At one point in the game there is a collision, a defender from your school has to be helped off the field. You can’t tell what was wrong, probably her leg, though not being able to walk on her own could mean a concussion or something. You will have to ask Ellie later and check and see if the girl is ok.  

North played a good game, but not good enough. They weren't as fast or strategic. Between Ellie and Abby, North never stood a chance. 

When the game is over you slip right out. It’s not like you can talk to Ellie anyway, plus you’ve got an essay to revise. 

You: YOU DID GREAT TODAY

KILLED IT

BEST LACROSSE PLAYER I KNOW

A SUPERSTAR

Space Nerd🚀🤓: Thank you for coming:)

It really means so much to me💚

You: I love watching you play💕

Space Nerd🚀🤓: I have to take the bus back to school but can I call you when I’m driving home?

You: Looking forward to it:)

You answer the phone when Ellie calls, proud of her performance out on the field today. “My superstar! Fresh off another win!”

“Well I did have my lucky charm there,” she tried to remind you, deflect from herself. 

“Shhhhhhhh. That was all you, babe,” you assure her, truly meaning it. She doesn’t need any luck. 

“Babe?” Ellie questions and you are unable to gauge her reaction to the use of the pet name from her tone. You wish you could see her facial expression and read her body language right now. 

Fuck. Fuck! FUCK! You really did mess this up, didn’t you. Nice job, valiant effort. But you really screwed up. Goodbye short fling that has changed your life, you will be greatly missed. 

“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to, I…” you stutter, fearing you’ve made a grave mistake.

Ellie cuts you off. “I didn’t mean it that way. Not at all. I like it. A lot.” She doesn’t sound as confident as usual, more bashful. 

You are still nervous. This thing between the two of you? You aren’t quite sure that you will ever get used to it. It may never make sense. “So… it’s okay if I call you babe?”

“Yeah,” she responds immediately, making it sound as if it’s something you should have already known. “As long as it’s okay if I call you babe.”

“I think I can make that deal,” you laugh. 

“So what’s up babe?” Ellie asks, giggling. 

“Currently taking an intermission from essay revision.”

“That sounds riveting.” Effortlessly sarcastic, poking fun at you. That excites you, joking around with each other, the playful banter. 

“Hey I was wondering, what happened to that girl that got hurt? The defender that crashed into that tall girl while she was trying to score a goal. Is she okay? She looked like she could hardly walk.”

“Oh fuck! That happened, didn’t it. She dislocated her knee. Knee cap was totally in the wrong spot. Looked like a broken joystick. Super gross. It’s the 3rd time she’s done it so she has to get surgery. She’s out for the season now. At least she is a junior and not a senior.”

“Damn. That really sucks, I feel so bad for her.” You can’t imagine being taken away from something you’ve put so much work into. 

“Same. She’s our best defender too. And she’s the second one to get hurt this season. Now coach has to pull a player up from JV.”

“Hopefully that helps.”

“There is a freshman, actually, who is really good. Coach didn’t pull her up at the beginning of the season because we didn’t need another defender then. Her name is Jackie I think.”

“Jackie Laurent?”

“Yeah. You know her?”

“Jackie is Melissa’s younger sister,” Ellie is silent. “You probably have no idea who that is, do you. Caroline is one of my best friends. I’ve known Jackie since she was a toddler!” You are so proud of her. She’s been on the lacrosse grind for probably 10 years. Always up before everyone else when you slept over so she could go for a run. 

“Well maybe you will have an excuse to come to away games now,” Ellie proposes, her voice higher up in pitch than normal because she is so exhilarated. 

“Shit, you’re right! I’ll make it work,” you promise.

“You don’t even know how happy that makes me, babe.”

“Me too!”

You are both quiet for a moment, just so happy that you have to take a second to appreciate it. You can tell how wired Ellie is, you hear her drumming her hands on the steering wheel. 

“Joel says hi by the way, he saw you at the game,” Ellie informs you. 

That makes you gasp out loud. “Hi?… He said… how does he even know who I am?!?

“Well, I’m not usually so attached to my phone, he started asking questions. I ended up telling him about you. How you are nice, and smart, and beautiful, and amazing. Then he saw that Ivy League article in the school paper,” Ellie explains. “He was impressed. But not as much as he was surprised. Thinks you are out of my league. You know you’re the first girl I’ve ever bothered to tell him anything about?”

“Really?” It’s hard to believe you stand out from the rest, were more worth the conversation. 

“I’ve never really done the relationship thing before,” Ellie admits.

You knew that, knew her reputation, heard all the rumors. “But you could have, every girl at our school loves you.”

Ellie clears her throat. “They love that I’m popular and good in bed. No girl has ever cared to get to know me. They just wanted to say that they did. Casual… it wasn’t what I wanted. What I wanted was to feel wanted.”

You feel your heart breaking. “They all missed out. Big time. I’m so happy I’ve gotten to know you, I’m lucky to have had the opportunity. I care so, so much about you. You are incredibly special, Ellie.”

“You really think so?” Her voice is soft and shy. 

“I know you are. I’ve never met a girl like you before. And I mean that in the best way possible. Being assigned as your tutor is one of the best things that has ever happened to me.”

“Me too. And not just because you saved my grades. You saved me from feeling like I wasn’t good enough.” Her voice cracked on the word ‘good’.

“Ellie…” your chest hurts. You try to find the right words to comfort her but she keeps talking before you manage to string a sentence together. 

“I really mean that. I didn’t think I was worth more than a hookup or being something to show off. That I couldn’t offer anything that wasn’t just physical. But you want me, even though no one knows that you have me. You helped me see what I’ve had inside of me all along.”

You take a sharp breath, trying to keep yourself from getting too emotional. “You are so important to me. You always will be.”

“I don’t think you understand the impact you’ve made on my life.” A subdued confession from Ellie, who is seemingly nervous to reveal this to you. 

“I don’t think you understand the impact you’ve made on my life,” you emphasize, you want Ellie to know how much you value her. 

Ellie pauses for a moment. You aren’t used to her being so quiet, you’re unsure of whether or not you should be nervous. 

“That’s enough being sappy for today,” she sighs. “I’d rather look you in the eyes when I tell you this type of stuff.”

“That’s so sweet,” you like this emotional and vulnerable side of Ellie, getting to see deeper inside of her. 

“So is your face.” Ellie really is slick, isn’t she. Always got a line to pull out of her pocket. 

“Your freckles are sweet and cute,” you point out. 

“Well now I have a bruise on my face from today’s game,” Ellie grumbles. 

How dare someone go anywhere near such a precious beautiful face with such aggression? 

“What?” You practically yell into the phone. “Who did that? I’m going to find them and give them a piece of my mind!” You hear a little “hehe” from Ellie and you don’t appreciate her lack of respect for how much you like looking at her face. 

“Babe,” her voice is soothing to help bring you back down a notch. “We won, isn’t that what really matters?”

You let out a disappointed huff. “I guess.”

Ellie laughs. “Let me handle all the fist fights, okay?”

“No! I’m begging you please don’t get into a fist fight.”

“Begging?” Her voice is lower and more intense than usual. It’s hot. But you do need to get your point across. 

“Ellie please!”

“That’s exactly what I like to hear.” She’s doing her best to try and seduce you. It’s working for sure, but you can’t have her going around fighting people.

Your mouth curved into a frown, trying to think of the best way to get her to listen to you. “I know how to get through to you,” you tell her after a brief pause to collect your thoughts. “Don’t get rough with anyone but me.”

Ellie makes a sound that is almost like a moan. “Well when you put it that way…”

“No more fights?” You question with urgency. She doesn’t need any trouble or injuries. 

“I won’t start any fights,” she promises.

“Always throw the last punch, but never the first.”

Ellie chuckles. “I think you and Joel will get along.”

“I hope so.” You bite your lip. You know how important he is to Ellie, the thought of him not liking you makes you feel sick to your stomach. 

“He’s met other girls… in passing, and let’s just say no one’s ever… made a good impression. Or that he was fond of my, uh, behaviors,” she explains sheepishly. 

You tease her. “I’ve made an honest woman out of you.”

“You really have. I think you are the answer to Joel’s prayers.”

“Truly an angel sent from above,” you joke. 

“Sure look like one.” This girl really is smooth. 

“Why don’t you tell me more about Joel.”

Ellie starts to talk about Joel, her admiration for him present in her tone. She explains that he will be quiet at first. Probably get to know you before he lets you get to know him. He can get along with anyone, he’s a great guy, but he likes his time to himself. Values peace and quiet. She doesn’t explain the history of their relationship. Just that they've been through a lot together, and that she’s going to miss him a lot when she leaves for college. 

You realize you hadn't talked about this yet with her. “Where are you going to college?”

“Boston.”

“Boston College??” You question, that makes the most sense, but also not a lot. 

“Yeah,” Ellie tells you proudly. 

“How did you…” you trail off. You don’t want to offend her, but Boston College is not easy to get into. 

She chuckles. “Get in? Well my grades weren’t always so bad. Not until after I got into college and started fucking around full time. I was a solid B student before that. Don’t get me wrong, my grades weren’t good enough, but my coach is an alumni and had some pull.”

Lacrosse, that checks out. You know Ellie has academic potential, but Boston College has such a low acceptance rate. “So they are good at lacrosse?”

“Last year's national champions,” she states matter of factly, proud of herself. As she should be! 

“Shit. You really are good at lacrosse, aren’t you? I knew you were good, but I had no measure for comparison. It’s like trying to understand the force of an object on another planet. A completely different gravitational constant!”

“I know exactly what you mean babe,” Ellie snickers, and you silently scold yourself for nerding out on her. “When I heard you were going to Brown, I did some research. About an hour drive between us. I didn’t want to say anything right away though and be weird.”

That kills your good mood. Not the research, thinking about the reality of what will happen to the two of you when you leave for college. There isn’t even a label on your relationship yet. You probably won’t even make it to senior prom together because you are keeping things a secret. “You are going to be playing on a D1, nationally ranked team, with girls throwing themselves at you. You’ll forget all about your high school tutor.” Sad, but true. 

“You aren’t just my tutor! You are so much more than that. And even if you were, you are the hottest tutor on the planet. You’ll pull as a tutor, no doubt. But I bet you are going to be a teacher's assistant too, and have entire college lectures full of women in STEM falling for you.” Ellie sounds almost a little… panicked? She’s jealous? Does she really care that much? Is there hope for the two of you?

The overexaggerated implication is very amusing to you. Her jealousy has you feeling a little lighter, it reminded you how much she cares.  “So we both have some competition,” you joke. 

“I will be visiting Brown, and fending those smart girls off with my lacrosse stick if I have to.” There isn't a hint of sarcasm in Ellie’s voice. You can picture it now, her threatening some Ivy League engineering student in her full lacrosse get up. 

“I’ll have some heavy textbooks to bring to your games,” you tell her as seriously as you can, but you can’t say it all without giggling. 

“You are stuck with me now. No other girl is catching my attention. You are my girl. I only want you.” Ellie’s voice is stern, the way a life guard tells you not to dive in the shallow end. Like it’s about safety… maybe it’s about security. 

Your heart flutters, hearing Ellie vocalize her dedication to you. That requires a deep breath to try and settle your racing pulse.  “Good, because I don’t back down from things so easily. Would have been really annoying for you.”

“I much prefer you to go down than back down.” There’s that unserious charm you know and love. 

“I’m sure you would. I’ll make note of that,” you promise her. 

“There will be a test.”

“Well the only straight thing about me is my As.”

“You are starting to sound like me,” Ellie points out mischievously. “But I just pulled onto my street, so I’ll say goodbye now, and text you later?”

“Sounds like a plan.”

“Talk to you later, babe.”

“Bye, babe!”

When you park your car the next morning you have a text from Ellie. “Don’t go into homeroom right away.”

Your locker isn’t far from the room so you wait there, you know she knows where it is. The locker door is left ajar, to make it seem like there’s a purpose for standing there. No sign of her anywhere. The bell rings and you hope she’s close by, you don’t want to be too late. 

The last of the students that had been milling around start going to their respective home rooms. Then you spot her.

Auburn hair, half up half down. Beat up converse. Ripped jeans. A black t-shirt under a black and gray flannel. Ellie is waiting down the hall from you, looking smug. She waves at you and you are surprised, you aren’t totally alone, but wave right back. Ellie doesn’t move towards you though. She just watches, like she’s expecting you to leave right away. 

But you know what? Fuck it.

You shut your locker and strut towards her. Shoulders back, chin in the air. There’s only two other people in the hallway at this point. As you approach her, she looks very surprised, but just as happy. When you are right in front of her you look and see the two other student’s backs are to you. You give her a kiss, turn around, and go to your homeroom. 

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[unmanageable-day]

Time with you

inspo : Kyuhyun - Time with you

pairing: best friend!Scoups x female reader

genre: angsty almost friends to lovers, unrequited love aka friendzoned :(

word count: 2k-ish

warning(s): drinking alcohol (and maybe none other than that)

a/n: not really grammatically checked. i’m just emptying my drafts lmao this has been in my draft for a very long time. would greatly appreciate your feedback and thoughts! :-) also, the gif credit to the rightful owner (@ scoupsy)

It was another night when you and your best friend, Choi Seungcheol drank your lives away while going through the so-called quarter-life crisis. You with the story of ‘almost’ for the nth time. Almost getting promotion in your job, almost dating with guy A, almost being match-made with guy B, almost picking up a fight with a coworker (which means almost losing your job), and the most recent ‘almost’ was you almost getting back together with an ex who you didn’t like that much. Seungcheol and his much higher alcohol tolerance had drank more bottles than you. He just broke up after five years of relationship, and he couldn’t even cry his eyes out. Not to mention, he just lost a sponsorship for his new project. Isn’t it a perfect night for these best friends to abuse their livers?

“I say let’s just get married if by 30 years old we don’t have a significant other,” he said, his eyes were looking anywhere but you.

You chuckled. “You’re drunk, honey.” He didn’t sound serious or sincere to you, at least now after he sipped three shots in a row.

Both of you were turning 26. Old enough to get married, some people would say. You never gave it a deep thought, especially since most of your friends hadn’t gotten married either. They were either too enjoying their lives, too busy with their jobs, not wanting to be in a committed relationship yet, or they just want to go solo. Let’s be honest, having that one person to spend with for the rest of your life doesn’t always mean a happily ever after ending. On the other hand, you know being married and raising a small family with children is one of Choi Seungcheol’s dreams. You would absolutely be happy for him if it came true any sooner.

He chuckled while pouring beer and soju mix. “I know, but I think I’m sober enough to discuss this thing. What do you say?”

“Even if I agree and say yes right now, you will probably not remember anything tomorrow.”

“Hey, I said I’m sober enough,“ he scoffed as he raised his glass. “Y/N let me tell you, I might look unserious like this, but you have no idea I have tons of husband material.”

“Well, okay I guess, if you want to be my husband that much..” you shrugged, still laughing lightly at the nonsense you two were having that night. And finally Seungcheol knocked himself out that you had to call Jeonghan and Mingyu to pick him up.

The next day, Seungcheol insisted he did remember almost everything he said last night. You still didn’t think of it seriously, so you just responded with a quick ‘yeah’, ‘right’, and ‘okay’. Meanwhile he wanted to have proper documentation about your “agreement”. As you thought it was ridiculous, you just gave him a pinky swear and you excused yourself to go to a company dinner.

---

27th birthday

There was nothing special. Both you and your dear friend were single, and in fact, enjoyed going solo. Your circle of friends tried again to make you go to blind dates. You did, just for a little appreciation to your friends, although you knew it’s just not going to happen. Same thing with Seungcheol’s friend who always offered him to introduce some juniors from their college or school. This time, Seungcheol always refused. Not ready to build rapport and start a new relationship would be his number one excuse, which would always be understood by others.

28th birthday

Your friends started to cheer that you and Seungcheol should end your friendship and begin a real romantic relationship because you two were always seen together.

“Are you nuts?” You chuckled and pretended to give a disgusted expression to him.

“Don’t come to me when it’s apocalypse and I’m the only man left,” he hissed.

29th birthday --- Seungcheol’s POV

Lately I had been feeling anxious and I can’t comprehend what was wrong. But isn’t it normal for people to be anxious when they’re about to end their 20s? Or is it just me who had been denial about this real, like real, adulting phase?

Without realizing it, I often found myself imagining what the future would be like if it is with you; what would it be like to spend the rest of my life with you. I remember the times we walked together. Well, many times. But when did you become such a precious person to me?

The picture of us being together for a lifetime was getting clearer. Somehow I became so sure about it. That’s when I know, I want to live as your significant other. I want to live with you who never stop nagging but I won’t complain. Even when you’re a worse picky-eater than me, more suck at doing house chores and cooking, disorganized, and sometimes talk in your sleep, but I think I can live with that.

I had never so anxious and thrilled at the same time on my birthday in the past 3 years. I didn’t know why I had to wait until it was our 30th birthday.

A few days to 30th birthday

Seungcheol had been walking around back and forth in his studio for minutes. Once in a while, he looked at the calendar and a ring with flower diamond accent sitting on a personalized leather ring box he put on his desk. He just turned 30 last month and Jeonghan, without being asked, held a birthday party for him. This month you would be turning 30 and he already marked it in his calendar with a lot of drawing.

It was counting days until your birthday. As far as he could remember, not even once you or anybody else had said a word about you seeing someone. He was certain of it. This is it.

He quickly went through a list of restaurants to make a reservation on that Friday night. Let’s not go overboard, he thought to himself as he passed some fine dining restaurants from the list. His final choice was a new sushi restaurant. Okay, it’s not anything fancy, he reassured himself. He didn’t want to make it obvious although he couldn’t hide his excitement and his racing heart.

Just as the sun had set, Seungcheol dialed your number. Unusually, you picked up in less than five seconds.

“Y/n, hi! I’ve got something to tell you!”

“Me too!”

“Great! Let’s meet up?”

After hanging up the phone call, with his dreamy eyes, Seungcheol stared at the ring he chose carefully. Right, I’m gonna do it today! In front of a big mirror, he spent a good amount of time just to pick an outfit that he usually wears.

He arrived first at the restaurant and took his time to practice breathing slowly. As soon as he received your text that you were coming soon, he became restless. The lines he had been practicing in his head now started to blur. Please don't ruin it, he begged to himself.

“Hey. You sound very excited on the phone. Did something good happen?” Trying to manage his cool, he welcomed you and poured a glass of water.

Smiling ear to ear, you nodded vigorously. Seungcheol softly smiled looking at you.

Without words, you lifted your hand, exposing the back of your hand, all your fingers lightly wriggling. For a second, Seungcheol didn’t notice what you were trying to say. Until he remembered that you didn’t like to wear accessories and jewelry with too much accents standing out, including a diamond or even gemstone with bright colors. Yet a silver ring with a cat’s eye gemstone now was stuck prettily around your left ring finger.

Seungcheol forced an innocent smile at you. He shook his head a few times, pretending not to understand anything. Deep down inside, he wished it was not what he was thinking. He wished it was just another piece of jewelry you bought for yourself.

“I’m getting married! Jisoo proposed to me last night!” you squealed as quietly as possible.

“Jisoo.. which Jisoo?” he asked weakly after clearing his throat several times.

“It’s Hong Jisoo! You didn't forget him already, did you?” Your eyes widened and blinked twice. “It’s Jeonghan’s friend. He even came to your birthday party. You even hung out together, the three of you.”

He groggily faked a laugh. “Oh, we did?” He stole a glance at you who were staring lovingly at the new ring. “... am I too late?” he whispered to himself, his hand clenching the suede box hidden in his pocket.

“Hm? What is it that’s too late?” you asked, completely oblivious.

A fake cough slipped out of his mouth. He wore his famous sulky expression. “No, I mean... isn’t it too late that you just told me now? You should have called me last night.” Seungcheol knew sulking was one of his famous traits. And this time, it helped so much to hide his true feelings.

“Wait. But… how did you… since when did you and he…” Seungcheol found himself unable to finish his sentence. It’s not like he really wanted to know or anything. He was too dumbfounded to figure out that after all this time, it was only him who had been thinking about the future of you both. Apparently it was just a one-sided excitement that only he felt.

“Sorry,” you muttered slowly. “You must have thought that this doesn’t make any sense.” You tried to read his expression. Seeing him gulping his water, you did the same before telling your story.

You carefully told him that it started last year, specifically on the new years’ eve when Jeonghan held a party in his house. Seungcheol was there too. What he didn’t know was that you and Jisoo spent some time together after losing a game, which led to going to a convenience mart just to buy candies because Jeonghan suddenly wanted it. You found him very easy going despite his serious and quiet look. Not to mention when he lost it in games with Jeonghan, he became somebody else–and you liked it. He didn’t seem pretentious. He was even never trying hard to look good despite he had that gentleman image. It was interesting to see such different personalities in one person.

You didn’t want to think about him seriously as a romantic relationship was not your priority that time. Jisoo probably thought alike, since he never really made a bold move. Yet you two would always find time, or rather time (and Jeonghan) was in favor of getting you together. Nonetheless, both of you still never declared anything. It started like a situationship, you would say.

Until one day, he wanted to make sure that you both shared the same feelings. Since then, Jisoo and you started to discuss your plan for the future. But again, your relationship hadn’t gone public.

“We didn’t tell anyone until we were sure of ourselves and our plans,” you concluded. “I’m really sorry, Seungcheol. I never meant to keep a secret from you, especially when it comes to something big like this.”

Another forced smile was curved on Seungcheol’s lips. “It’s okay. I understand,” he said, trying as hard as he could so his voice wasn’t trembling. “I’m happy for you, Y/n.”

You wore a big smile and looked relieved. “Thank you. Sincerely, Seungcheol, thank you.”

He flashed a smile before pretending to be busy looking at the menu. “Since today is a happy day, we should celebrate it,” he cheered.

“You’re right. It’s on me.”

In the end, he let you choose all the dishes from appetizer until desserts. It was difficult for him to stay focused. The ring in his pocket felt as heavy as his heart, but he knew he shouldn’t show it to you. He didn’t want to ruin the precious friendship you’d had for only God knows. He didn’t want to be remembered as someone petty who couldn’t support his best friend’s choice. He didn’t want you to hate him, and possibly leave him if he started to act out crazy.

[sachirobabe]

Chapter 1

Kuroo Tetsurou x reader

Wc: 986

Summary: You, a dedicated member of the girls' volleyball team, find an unexpected connection with Kuroo Tetsurou. Igniting a bond over shared passions and stolen moments, love blossoms on the court; all because you met him at a captains meeting.

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Taglist: @funky-writes, @lemurzsquad, @02shuuu

It was normal for third-years to be captains, but not necessarily in your case. You had been a captain since your first-year. Your coach had different rules, and everybody voted on a captain regardless of year status. Leading to you becoming a leader from your first year on the team.

Surprisingly, the girls and boys teams were kept separate often. The only one you were semi-close to was Nobuyuki Kai, only because you two were in the same class.

You had suggested numerous times for practice matches or jointed practices, but had consistently been turned down by the other captains and the boys' head coach.

Budgeting, costs and other important factors were assessed during the meeting. It was finally time for your yearly begging of having the two teams be closer.

"What could we benefit from playing with you guys?" Coach Nekomata crosses his arms in his seat.

"We've won the spring national tournament for the past two years." Your coach says curtly. “We’d be great practice.”

He ponders. "You've been at this since you were a little first-year, Y/n." Nekomata chuckles and turns in his chair to face you. "I like your determination. Why not? Let's do it."

"Really?" Your mouth is agape.

"Mhm." He agrees. "We'll plan at least one practice match every week."

"Thank you!" You bow to him and the new captain sitting next to him.

"You won't regret it, coach." Mori, your coach gives him a wide smile.

"We won't go easy on you." The new captain exits along with you.

"Better not." You smile back. "I'm Y/n L/n, I'm sorry I never got to formally meet you in there."

"It's all good. Kuroo Tetsurou." He says back. "New year already, huh?"

"Last one, too." You smile softly, "You think you'll get many new players trying out?"

He thinks for a moment, "Probably not, you?"

"We always have a big turnout, but most of the unserious players quit after the first day. I think we’ll get 3-4 new first-years.” You answer.

"I'm really excited for the training camp, you're assisting right?" He continues the small talk.

"Yeah I will, don't you remember me assisting the last couple of years?" You raise an eyebrow.

He laughs softly, "I do. Just wanted to make sure." He shrugs his broad shoulders. "Well anyway, I've gotta do some supply checks, I'll see you later." He waves and you give a small one back.

The spring wind softly blew, giving a nice breeze to the warm sun. First day of school and volleyball was tomorrow, you’re both excited and a little sad. This would be your last year before going to university.

You began to walk home, putting in your headphones to listen to music to past time. The music stopped, indicating you were getting a call. Confused, you look at your screen and see Himari, your best friend and teammate.

“Hello?” You pick up.

“Hey, you busy?” She asks out of breath.

“No, I’m just coming back from the captains meeting.” You say.

“I forgot that was today, how’d it go?” She questions and hears you sigh, “You know what, come to my house. We can bake some cookies and talk about it.”

A small smile formed on your lips, you had good news, but you wanted to act upset so you could tell her in person. “I’m heading over, you need me to pick up anything at the store?”

“I don’t think so, my mom just went grocery shopping.” She says.

“Alright, I’m 5 minutes away.” You say and hang up, you quickly text your parents that you’d be going over to Himari’s for a little.

She lived next door to you, making you grow up with each other. Your mom had put you into volleyball from a young age and when Himari moved in, you asked her to play and she too, fell in love with the sport.

You don’t even knock anymore, that’s how close your families are. You let yourself in and see Himari sitting at her kitchen counter.

“Where’s your mom?” You say, wanting to greet her.

“She’s on a date!” Himari smiles widely. Her mother was divorced and ended up raising Himari herself.

“Please tell me it’s with the guy from the farmers market.” You ask and she nods furiously, making you both squeal. “Good for her. I hope it goes well.”

“Same here.” She agrees. “Now, tell me all about the meeting.” She pulls out a mixing bowl, already having the ingredients out.

You walk over to the sink to wash your hands, “You know how it always goes. Budgeting, storage, and whatnot.”

“So boring.” She rolls her eyes and eats a chocolate chip, “Did you ask coach Nekomata about joint practices or matches?”

“I did.” You say and stay quiet. “He said yes!”

She screams in excitement, “No way. Really?”

“Yes way. He said he liked my determination and would schedule a practice match every week!” You two hug and pull away.

“I’m so glad. We could definitely beat them.” She rolls her eyes.

“I know.” You smile. “I can’t wait to tell the rest of the team.”

“Speaking of, has coach gave you the practice plan?” She gulps.

“No.” You say with wide eyes. “It’ll probably be bad. She does it so she can weed out the weak ones.”

Himari grabs a cookie from the pan, “Lets toast, for the next two weeks of absolute hell.” You grab a cookie and touch it against hers giggling.

“It’s getting late.” You say, having to be up early after weeks of waking up late. “I’ll see you tomorrow!” You wave and jog to your house.

You greet your parents and quickly head off to your room to make sure you have everything for tomorrow. You have butterflies in your stomach as you lay in bed, forcing your eyes shut.

[claiestve]

some isaac fluff/comfort to recover from your last one? 😭

maybe when lover has a really long day with their cases and isaac takes care of them? 🥹

(also love you and your amazing writings 💗)

𝐘𝐨𝐮 & 𝐌𝐞 ꨄ Isaac

˜”* ❝𝙅𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙖 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙪𝙘𝙝, 𝙢𝙮 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙥𝙨.❞

⎯⎯ ୨ ୧ ⎯⎯

ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ: ɪꜱᴀᴀᴄ ʜᴇʟᴘꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴜɴᴡɪɴᴅ.

⎯୨⎯ " " ⎯୧⎯

“Pickle, I’m gonna go somewhere later, wanna come?” You hear from the other room. It doesn’t ring any bells though because you were so engrossed in your work. Not even looking anywhere that wasn't your laptop. The case you were working on was extremely stressful because there were so many possibilities and you couldn’t afford to make any mistakes. 

The problem with this was, you didn’t have much time for Isaac. He wasn’t too clingy because he knew fully well how much the job takes over the brain. However, he found himself being more… eager. Eager to see you, to hear you, to finally be near you while you guys sleep, all of it. You guessed he was just feeling affectionate but it never crossed your mind that it would be because of your absence. 

“Pickle?”

You still didn’t answer. It’s not like you didn’t hear it. Your body was just so numb to any vocal cues because of how dangerously long you’ve been on this case. 

The door knob rattles a bit before the door opens. Standing in the doorframe is Isaac with a frown on his face. You saw him but it didn’t alarm you like it normally would’ve. On a normal day, you would’ve been very quick to ask what was wrong even if it was something tiny. Not today though.

Isaac approaches you reaching for your hand. 

“You’re doing it again.” He says with a frown. 

“Doing what?” You ask without looking away from your work. 

“You know what. You’re being unresponsive.”

Ironically, you didn’t answer to that. Isaac sighs and sits down next to you. At first, he waited for some kind of acknowledgment from you but after a while, he realized you wouldn’t give any. He sighs a little louder but it’s ignored by you. He tries going for your hand but you didn’t even flinch at that. 

As you're staring at the screen, you can only wonder if you would be able to finish this case with the right information. You seem so lost in the case but your chaotic thoughts are quickly silenced once your screen goes black.

“Hi, Pickle, this is the real world.” Isaac sarcastically greets you but you’re not too fond of it. Of course, Isaac doesn’t care. He wants you to relax, at least for a minute. 

“You’re so annoying.”

“You weren’t answering me! Plus, I missed you.”

“We’re being clingy now, Isaac?” You smile at him. He laughs a little and leans his head on yours. 

“Come to bed, Pickle.”

He gently drags you out of the study by your hand.

“I thought you were going somewhere?”

“It can wait for tomorrow. I’d rather go with you tomorrow than leave you like this but unsupervised.”

He proceeds to take you into the bedroom where you immediately feel at ease even being in there. You could feel a huge weight coming off your shoulders being replaced with excitement to lay down and sleep. Isaac helped you into bed, making you lean on him. 

“How do you feel about oatmeal for breakfast tomorrow, Pickle?”

“Don’t tell me you are planning on making breakfast. I’ll do it.”

“Nope. Tomorrow, you’re going to lay here until it’s time for you to eat.”

You two share some laughter along with other banter. You appreciated Isaac and his efforts. He was always willing to do stuff for you. He’d be unserious, for you. He’d be ‘clingy’, for you. He’d do anything for you. You looked at him and sighed. 

“Thank you, Isaac. It’s been really exhausting these past few days and I’ve missed you a lot.”

“Of course. I noticed how bad it was getting and I had to step in.”

“I love you, Isaac.”

“I love you too, Pickle. Sleep well.”

He kissed your forehead before pulling you in closer. 

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

so my dumbass asked for requests a while ago and i realized that half of them i didn't do so im making up for it now

thank u 4 requesting, ily

[sourcherryandsprinkles]

THE TORTURED POETS DEPARTMENT (part 1/2)

I was planning to do a more in dept review of each songs, but there is so many (31!!!) that I decided to write smaller thoughts instead...and cut it in half. Part 2: The Anthology will be posted tomorrow. Please share your thoughts, I love talking with other swifties <3

* = current favorites

Fortnight : I didn’t know what to expect with this Post Malone feature, but I like it. I love you, it's ruining my life is so relatable. On another note, I love the music video. It’s so aesthetically pleasing to watch. It gives Poor Things vibes and stars Ethan Hawke and Josh Charles, who were both in the 1989 movie Dead poet society. 

The tortured poets department : I like some parts of the bridge, but will need a deeper listen 

My boy only break his favorite toys * : Did not expect this one to be so catchy. 

Down bad : Vibes. Sadness. Vibes. 

So long, London : There are so many sad lines in this track — as always with Track 5s. The bridge. 

But daddy I love him : Is this song about us? I’m having his baby. No I’m not, but you should see your faces! She is so unserious <3

Fresh out the slammer : The opening gives Lana vibes

Florida!!! : I was excited about Florence Welch's feature the same way I was with Lana on Midnights. I’m getting the same drugs she put in Maroon sound wise. 

Guilty as sin? : This one is for the Dress girlies

Who’s afraid of little old me * : Rep coded. Mad woman's sister. A favorite on the album <3

I can fix him (no really I can) : No one can fix this man Taylor, it’s been years. Also, it’s the shortest song on the record. It didn’t need to be longer for her to understand she couldn’t fix him *laughs*

loml : The transition from love of my life to loss of my life…I’m not crying, you are. This breakup was possibly the hardest for her, which you can feel in this song. 

I can do it with a broken heart * : The chorus is so glitter gel pen! 

The smallest boy who ever lived : She surprised us with who it’s about. 

The Alchemy : I was looking forward to Travis songs and this one did not disappoint. All the signs pointing to football and him. The trophy line! Screaming. I love it!

Clara Bow : The different icons (Clara Bow, Stevie Nicks, and herself) being used to put into a picture how her future would have turned out if she had stayed with each different man. With Joe, she would be Clara Bow and have to leave the music industry. With Matty, she’d be Stevie Nicks in 75 — performing but also on a lot of drugs (if you know him, you know). And lastly, post Joe/Matty, and with Travis, she is finally able to be herself.

[milk-colored-dream]

to feel, to feel.

word count: 3,286 words character: itadori yuuji, gojou satoru as support note: soft.

Itadori Yuuji left Sendai for Tokyo.

His departure was decided rather quickly―too quickly, even, with his grandfather’s recent passing.

However――

If he had one attachment to Sendai, it was most certainly his best friend since middle school, a soft-spoken yet determined girl, with a smile akin to a sunflower.

***

“You’re moving to Tokyo?”

“...Yeah, real soon.”

Itadori spoke in a rather weak voice one wouldn’t expect from him. He kept rolling his yakisoba bread between his hands, fidgeting non-stop. In stark contrast, beside him, his friend continued to eat her lunch box, relaxed.

“How soon?”

“...Like, tomorrow.”

Her hand stopped as she turned to look at him. Itadori felt like turning his eyes away, but he knew that if he were to do that, he’d regret it for the rest of his life.

“Tomorrow.”

“Yeah, tomorrow.”

***

Itadori had always known that her intuition was, most of the time, eerily on-point.

Even during the incident at school with Fushiguro――

“Sasaki-senpai, Iguchi-senpai, Yuuji-kun, please be careful,” she said, just two days before it happened. Those words came out without any preface: it took a moment for everyone in the room to actually process what she had just said. They were just chilling in the Occult Club room (although she’s actually part of the Tea Ceremony Club) with the two seniors of the club, doing occultically(?) productive activities.

“What’s wrong?” Itadori asked, as he put down the supposedly haunted, antique ouija board they spent all of their meagre club funds on.

“Yeah, that’s a bit too sudden,” Iguchi chimed in.

“Is it one of your ‘gut feeling’ thing?” Sasaki inquired, her voice filled with childlike excitement. After all they’re the occult club, and the girl’s extraordinary intuition certainly piqued her occult sense―which was why she half-forced Itadori to ask the girl to come to the club room whenever she’s free. Who knows if they’d found themselves the perfect research subject?

The girl in question looked down, “I... I think so,” she replied weakly, “Please refrain from doing anything dangerous, okay? Especially you, Yuuji-kun.”

Itadori pointed at himself as the two seniors turned their gaze towards him, “You’re being super specific...”

“But you know what, I understand the sentiment,” Iguchi remarked, “He totally looks like he’d jump from a fifteen-story building if it’s to, you know, save a kitten.”

“You’re telling me you don’t do that!?” Itadori looked at Iguchi in disbelief, “I mean, it’s a kitten! Kitten!”

Sasaki sighed, “Just let those two be,” she said, as she moved her gaze from the two who kept on arguing over how far they’d go to save a kitten, “Do you have a... more concrete advice?”

“Concrete?”

“Like, maybe your intuition is like a low-level version of clairvoyance, you know?” She explained, “Who knows if you could level it up so it doesn’t end up as just a vague gut feeling?”

The girl put a hand on her chin, thinking, “Hmm...” she started, “I’m not really sure... But I’ll try to ponder on it at home.”

Sasaki smiled, “Yeah, you do that. By the way, you’re not going to the tea ceremony club activity today?”

“Eh?” She glanced at the wall clock and immediately shouted, “Ah!! It’s already this late...!!”

She immediately tidied up her belongings and left the room after giving a polite good-bye.

***

――In the end, the incident happened before she could report on the results of her pondering, but for sure she felt guilty about the incident. Despite the incident being masked as something else altogether (curse explanations don’t really fly in the modern society), she must have felt responsible. After all, she could have done something, like stopping the seniors from doing a visibly, obviously dangerous thing like breaking into the school at night and opening the seal of a visibly, obviously ominous object like Ryomen Sukuna’s finger (although to be fair, at that time they wouldn’t have known it was the finger of the King of the Curses, of all things).

“Though she really shouldn’t beat herself up this much... after all, the seniors are safe now,” Itadori thought, as he briefly observed her features, “...She’s as small as ever.”

Since they first met, Itadori had always thought that she looked pretty. She’s not beautiful in a flashy way, but looking at her makes you feel at peace―especially her smile. Itadori thought that her smile looked kind of magical: it makes your chest feel warm and nice. She’s also humble and kind to others, although Itadori does think that sometimes she really needs to be more assertive. All in all, in the three years he’s known her, she had always been a good friend.

Though, of course it’d be a lie to say that Itadori has never held negative feelings towards her.

Especially when she’d show her warm smile to other guys, he―

“―Yuuji-kun?”

“Huh? Oh!”

His reverie was cut short as the girl looked at him in curiosity.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine, I’m super fine!” Itadori made exaggerated gestures to further prove his point, “So―”

“So I asked if your moving has something to do with the incident a few days ago...” She said, her voice lowering with every syllable until Itadori could barely hear the last words. Her voice trembled, and she wouldn’t look at him in the eye.

“...” Itadori hesitated to reply for a short while, “No. I mean yes, but no... I mean,”

The girl looked up to see him, and waited patiently for him to elaborate.

“I... when my grandfather died, I was told to help people. As many as I can,” he started, “And I found it.”

“You found... what?”

“I found the way to do it. I found... something I want to do.”

“And it’s in Tokyo?”

“Yeah.”

The girl paused, thinking. It took her a few seconds to finally look at Itadori straight in the eye, and said, “I understand.”

“I’m really happy for you,” she continued, “I’m glad you’ve found something you want to do.”

Itadori couldn’t avert his eyes from the girl’s sad smile and her glistening eyes.

“But I really wish you’d tell me earlier... stupid Yuuji-kun.”

He couldn’t help but to reach his arms towards her and pull her into a tight embrace.

***

Itadori died.

Gojou Satoru’s anger seeped out of him as he walked through the deserted hallways of the technical school.

Everyone who knew Gojou would, in unison, say that he’s a mysterious person. Fundamentally unserious, he always has his trademark frivolous smile on at all times―even when he’s up against a special grade curse, one that a normal sorcerer would call ‘impossible opponents’. Yet, today, just by looking at him you’d be able to feel his rage as it ran through the air, intimidating everyone in sight.

He had just gotten the information of Itadori’s passing from Fushiguro―and the only thing he could think of was, fuck the sorcery world. He’d understood how rotten the higher-ups are firsthand, yet he couldn’t believe that when he’s out finishing a job for them, they’d dare execute their shitty agenda against his cute students.

Only a moment ago he had kicked open a certain office room and retrieved all of Itadori’s belongings that was taken away by the school’s officials―and now he’s on his way to the morgue to see Itadori’s dead body firsthand.

Suddenly an unfamiliar tone rung from the bag he has on his hand, the bag filled with Itadori’s belongings.

“...?”

He rummaged through the bag and fished out a smartphone―certainly Itadori’s―and looked at the screen.

On it was written a caller name―a name unfamiliar to him. Perhaps Itadori’s friend in Sendai?

Gojou weighed on his options. Should he answer the call? Surely the caller would be surprised: after all, it wasn’t their friend on the other end, but an unknown man. Depending on the person, they’d perhaps even call the cops on him. ...That wouldn’t be good.

Yet, he once again looked at the caller tag.

The caller name wasn’t your usual formal name. It was a nickname―a rather cute one to boot―and through the notification panel Gojou noticed that the same person had called over around three times. Must have been someone rather close to Itadori. After another ring, Gojou finally decided to pick up the call whilst continuing on his tracks to the morgue. He slid his thumb over the screen, and after a second of silence――

“...Hello? Yuuji-kun?”

To Gojou’s surprise, a soft feminine voice welcomed him the next moment.

A girl... could she be Itadori’s girlfriend? But he’s never told Gojou anything about leaving behind a significant other in Sendai.

“Hello,” Gojou decided to reply.

“...Eh!?” A surprised voice rang out from the other end, “This is Itadori Yuuji’s number, right?”

“Yeah, yes it is,” Gojou said, “Sorry to surprise. I’m Gojou Satoru, his teacher.”

“Huh!? Teacher!? I-I’m really sorry for my rudeness! But――”

“You know, Yuuji left his phone in the classroom, so I’m about to give it back to him,” He cut in with his usual light-hearted tone, “He’s such a forgetful kid sometimes―”

“―I’m very sorry to interrupt,” her tone turned into a grave one, Gojou noted, “But are you not telling me the truth, Gojou-sensei?”

Gojou stopped walking in surprise.

“...What makes you think that?”

“...” The girl on the other end paused, “I’m sorry for being rude. It’s just that I can feel it.”

“Feel?”

“I don’t know how to explain. It just.... felt like something bad has happened to him. Please, tell me the truth...”

Her voice was weak, desperate, even. Gojou felt his interest piqued: she’s very sharp, too sharp even, for an ordinary person―although it might have been a coincidence. For a mere gut feeling, she sounded very confident and determined. Yet, there’s no way he could tell anyone outside of the school, much less Itadori’s friend back in Sendai, that Itadori has died. Once again he could feel boiling anger rose from the pits of his stomach. Gojou calmed himself down.

“It’s true,” He decided to reply, “He really did left his phone in the classroom. He’s currently out doing some field work, so...”

“...Really?”

She still sounded like she’s not convinced.

“Really!” He said, “You know, maybe he just tripped somewhere.”

“Tripped?”

She sounded genuinely surprised.

“Yeah! Sendai might be different, but you know, tripping is a really huge thing here in Tokyo,” he said, “Everywhere’s full of people, so wherever you trip and fall you’d feel super embarrassed since lots of people will turn to look at you. It’s really, really bad.”

“I... see...?”

“So that’s why, there’s no need to worry.”

“...Okay, thank you very much, Sensei...”

“No problem!”

Gojou was about to cut the call before she said something else.

“Please take care of Yuuji-kun well. He’s a really kind person.”

“...Yeah.”

The girl cut off the call, and Gojou could feel rage seeping out from each and every pore on his body.

If the situation allows, he would really be ripping the necks of those stinky grandpas up top right now. Honestly, fuck them to hell.

***

Itadori was, miraculously, resurrected back to life.

Ryomen Sukuna truly is something, Gojou thought as he led the way towards the underground movie room, where Itadori’s secret training will be held in. To regrow a whole human heart like that.

Some things still feels wrong on his mind, yet since there’s no way to make sure of anything, he decided to keep observing Itadori from now on.

“Gojou-sensei?”

Suddenly, the student beside him called, and Gojou reflexively turned his head towards him.

“What’s up?”

“Do you have my belongings?”

“Ah.”

In the midst of the confusion, he’d forgotten to give the boy his belongings back. He immediately handed the bag still on his hand, as he said, “Here you go.”

“Thanks!”

Gojou observed as Itadori rummaged through the bag. Finally he fished out his smartphone and after unlocking the phone, he immediately tapped the contacts icon on the screen. Itadori scrolled and scrolled until he finally found a rather familiar contact name: it was the girl calling for him some time ago, the one that Gojou spoke to.

Itadori weighed whether or not he should call her. After all, he’s supposed to be dead (and the only people to know his ‘resurrection’ as of now is Ieiri, Ijichi, and Gojou)―he let his fingers glide over the call button before he finally turned at Gojou and asked, “Sensei, can I――”

“Yeah, sure,” He replied, before Itadori could even finish his words. Itadori smiled brightly and tapped on the call button. After he put his phone on his ear, Gojou asked in a teasing tone, “Your girlfriend?”

“Wha-, huh!?” Itadori’s face turned redder by the second, “She’s just――”

However, before he could finish his sentence, it seems that the girl on the other side has picked up the phone. Itadori immediately corrected his posture, called the girl’s name and said, “Uh- umm, hello?”

“...Yuuji-kun?”

“Huh? Yeah, it’s me.” Itadori found it weird that she’d ask such a question. After all, it was his phone number.

Gojou quietly observed the exchange between Itadori and the mysterious girl on the other end of the call. Itadori narrowed his eyes fondly as he talked with her, perhaps unconsciously, showing his pure feelings towards her. You show this kind of expression and you said she’s not your girlfriend? That’s harder to believe, Gojou thought.

“I swear I’m really fine!” Itadori said, “It’s just that I know your intuition must’ve told you something, so I called.”

“...Yeah. What, you called me more than three times already?” Itadori’s eyes widened, “Gojou-sensei picked up the call?”

Itadori immediately turned to look at Gojou, but the latter has already resumed walking, rather innocently, towards their destination. Itadori hurriedly followed after him, still talking on the phone.

“Huh? Oh, yeah! Yeah... yeah! Gojou-sensei’s right!” Itadori immediately said, “I fell over on Shibuya Crossing. You know how it’s really crowded there, right? Yeah... It was really embarrassing!”

Itadori followed through Gojou’s white lie. After all, there’s no way he could tell her he had just died. She’d probably pass out from shock.

“You know what, you should visit Tokyo and we’ll have a day out together! I’ll have mastered the ways of the capital by then.” Itadori said, smiling widely, “Yeah, and we’ll have lots of good food. It’ll be fun!”

After a few moments of chattering, Itadori finally cut off the call, despite being a little reluctant. Right after, Itadori turned his head towards Gojou, with confusion clear in his eyes.

“Gojou-sensei, what’s with――”

However, before he managed to finish his question, Gojou cuts in with his usual frivolous smile: “Smoothly making date plans... aren’t you quite the guy, Yuuji?”

Itadori’s face turned deep red in a twinkle.

“D-d-d-d-date!?”

“I mean, what else is it but a date?” Gojou reiterated, “Two people walking ‘round Tokyo just the two of them. That’s literally the text book definition of date.”

“No, but we’re not even dating, so it’s――”

Gojou decided to just let Itadori go on his denial charade without interrupting. Yet again he thought of the rotten hearts of the sorcery world’s higher ups, trying to―and actually succeeding once―arbitrarily extinguish the flames of a youth’s life. Itadori Yuuji’s life―and love life―has just started. There are still a lot of things he’d experience in his lifetime to develop his own sense of self. Gojou swore he won’t let anyone bother his students’ growth.

And now, to protect his students, he has to do his part, too.

Finishing off his thoughts, he stepped down the rather narrow stairs with Itadori following behind him.

“I wonder what I should get for dinner. I guess I’ll go get some cakes from Aigre Douce today.”

***

“You know what, you should visit Tokyo and we’ll have a day out together! I’ll have mastered the ways of the capital by then.”

“Day out... together?”

“Yeah, and we’ll have lots of good food. It’ll be fun!”

“...”

“Hello?”

“Oh... Oh, sorry! It’s just that I’m really, really happy.”

“Happy...?”

“...Just by thinking of seeing you again makes my chest feel light...”

“Wh-wha...”

“I really miss spending time with you, Yuuji-kun. I can’t wait. It’s a promise, okay?”

“...Yeah, I miss you too, so much. It’s a promise.”

[eris0330]

Whalien 52 - Part 8

☽M. List☾ ; 1 // 2 // 3 // 4 // 5 // 6 // 7 // 8 // 9 // 10 // 11 [END]

“Jungkook?” With eyes glued to his smart phone, Namjoon approached the young man as sweat drops ran along his temples. Seated beside each other against the foggy mirror, sipping on the cold liquid to cool down after rehearsing for the next concert.

“You haven’t been paying a lot of attention for this rehearsal, you do know it’s important?”

“I know, but it’s Y/N” Jungkook confessed with a defeated smile, almost as he was annoyed of the presence.

“What’s wrong?” Putting the leadership aside, Namjoon took in a deep breath as for changing his state to a friend. They have been living together for years, and Jungkook knew that Namjoon was great at listening and even talking to figure out any problem.

“Her working place is probably going to shut down”

“Can’t she just get a new working place?”

“I thought about that too…” Biting onto his lip, he tried to figure out multiple ways to get you back on your feet. Postponing your dream college, was a big deal. Jungkook is in the position of trying to figure out what to do next, since he finished high school just a few months ago.

“But, she doesn’t want me to help her.” He continued to speak, making Namjoon nod in between words. Grumbling along the idea of giving up a school degree, just to save the place where you could feel whole.

“Maybe, this is her battle and not yours” The leader finally spoke, making Jungkook put his phone away. Digging his face into the palms of his hands, he felt frustrated not able to help. No, he wasn’t allowed to help.

“But what if we can promote the store, then it won’t go in ruins and she will be able to attend college?”

“I know, Jungkook. But do you even know the name of the store?” Within seconds, the maknae shook his head in denial. Namjoon chuckled of delight, patting the back of Jungkook, soothing his uneasiness.

“She must really be something.”

“She is. Her life hasn’t always been easy, and this is just another mountain she must climb. I want to help her, Hyung. But she won’t let me…”

“Jungkook, you need to understand that Y/N has been facing hardships for years. She is used to do everything by herself, and even help others in need. That is, for her shop. If she is trying hard enough, to the point of postponing her college degree, this shop means everything to her. But, she also needs to let others help her. You can do that.” A single rub along the spine of Jungkook, he looked upon Namjoon who had his dimples flashing. Tilting his head to the side, he wondered about the idea that he should push on about helping you. But if you knew Jungkook had a finger in play, you might look differently on him.

“I know what you’re thinking. Talk to her one last time, and if she doesn’t let you. Then come to me, and we’ll figure something out” With that, Namjoon walked back to the others gathering in a circle. Jungkook felt even more lost, as for what to do. Sometimes his leader didn’t make sense, but something inside turned his stomach on the thought about asking again.

“Come on Jungkook, we need to practice.” The elders called for the youngster, who was sitting in a daze against the mirror. His spine imprinted in the glassy wall, as if he was glued against it. Shaking his head, he wanted to work hard, but you were always on his mind. In between steps, there was always a glimpse of your tears the nights before where your heart ached of hurtful memories. That night, he promised himself not to let a tear fall, except for joy. You didn’t deserve it, and he was going to make sure of that.

“Jungkook?” You muttered into the microphone, walking out of the store, to see the nightlife on the last hours of the weekend die out.

“Hey…” The boy responded, making your eyes flutter while locking the front door. Eyeing the bystanders, you listened to his heavy breaths as if he was afraid.

“Is something wrong?”

“I’m bored” He confessed in the speed of light, biting onto his lip. Sitting along the edge of the bed, he requested to call you immediately after arrival from the concert.

“Bored? Already? Didn’t you JUST get back from a concert?” You chuckled, walking along the boring pavements until arriving to your place. His airy laugh, signalling he found it slightly amusing himself. You remembered his schedule.

“You know, it’s weird.” You continued, making his head tilt in wonder. You listened to every movement, but everything played back to the very first phone call. The way he spoke, and his words got to you. Out of all people in the world, BTS Jungkook was the one to get in hands of your phone.

“You know, you got to get used to it loser” He laughed in delight, crashing on the mattress feeling the springs run along his ribs.

“Wouldn’t you feel weird, if IU suddenly called you, realising it’s someone you have been talking to for a long time?” You replied, trying to hide the smile that flashed in the streetlights.

“Maybe”

“I’m talking to the famous golden boy in the music industry, of a group I have known since debut. How in the world, do you want me to get used to all of this? Time flies and soon you will be getting your phone and I will too.” You spoke, reaching the darkened apartment on the 4th floor. The sound of your shoes clashing against the floor, waking everyone who lived in the building. It wasn’t the most expensive place to live, but it was comfortable enough for you to live. The last thing needed, was a bigger bill than the one you already have.

“Soon, you will be going back to your idol life and I will working in the shop-“

“Don’t leave me” Your eyes widened in shock, finally appearing in the hallway of your minimalistic apartment. The room showing only two pairs of shoes and little to no decoration, only the worn-out bag and coat kept it alive.

“What?”

“No, I said, don’t leave yet. I thought about something. Maybe, you can keep working in the art shop, and still go to college...” Coughing of his awkward sentence, he tried to steady himself as his heartbeat continued to beat harder than regular.

“How will I do that?” You asked curiously, disregarding his discomfiting vocals. Not even bothering to turn the lights on, you walked along the slim hallways, remembering every furniture to not hurt yourself.

“You could host competitions? Like, public things. Maybe, show off some of your own art work? I have seen them, and I bet a lot of people will like them too. Try to find other local artists, to show off their canvases. The famous the person is, the more people will be interested in going. But, competitions would probably be a first. Ask the students at your college, if they will be willing to help and they can win a week of getting their art shown in the windows of the shop? Or small prizes?” Jungkook was almost out of breath, trying to get every piece of information fit into the sentence. You nodded along his idea, as you crashed on the bed. The moon light shining through the window, hitting your skin, glowing like a vampire of the darkness.

“For how long have you thought of this?” You questioned, getting him to smile fondly. Jungkook used his free time, to figure out a plan to help, without helping. Jimin didn’t mind spending time with Jungkook, watching the frustration on the youngster. There was a silence, lingered in the speaker as you both relaxed against the mattress.

“I really want to help you, Y/N”

“Why….?” Out of everything that has happened, you didn’t deserve this kind of help. Asking people through years of your life, having them to drop hours of their day, to help a child like you. Taking away their precious hours, because you needed help. You felt it was selfish and unnecessary, as if it was better to live homeless or forgotten.

“Because it means a lot to you. You like making art, I have seen them. Also, you’re going to college, where you can work even harder. It’s the same as me, just that I love making music. I know what passion lies within you, as if nothing else matters. I can’t just stand on the side line, watching it fall when I know, I can help.” His voice trembled, but it was like you could sense his determination through the little of sound. Staring into the ceiling, you chuckled of defeat.

“Thank you… It means a lot.”

“So, you’re going to college tomorrow?”

“Yea, I am.”

“HELL YEAH!” His voice was louder than usual, throwing his fists into the air of victory. You laughed along, imagining the scene before you. Jungkook was arrogant at times, even unserious at times to ease up the mood. But deep inside, he was caring like a 5-year-old.

“Will you still call me?” He questioned, finishing his victory on his bed. You pondered on the question, realising his first comment.

“Did you think I was going to leave you?” Not even thinking about the question, you blurted out the obvious. Jungkook gulped loudly in your ear drums, assuring you he was thinking.

“I’m bored without you” He spoke in a hurry, facepalming at the words. Disappointed he couldn’t confess the right one, he felt embarrassed and flustered of the thought.

“Really? You’re living with 6 other guys. HOW in the world, would that be boring for you?” You chuckled, taking advantage to question him.

“It’s fun. But, at least you don’t beat my ass if I’m annoying” He laughed, scrunching his nose of the thought, when the elders ran after him to stop his child-like-games.

“Yet.”

“Yet? Do you really think, you can beat me??” Jungkook sat up, the usual tongue action along the inside of his cheek, fiddling with his fingers. His chest boosting up in confidence, as you chuckled in arrogance.

“Of course. I’ll be having you down on the floor in seconds, I’m stronger than you think” You threatened with a smile, making him chuckle.

“It’s on, Y/N-Hulk” You both went into a fit of laughter, feeling the bubbles inside your stomach rise, at the thought of Jungkook. Slowly, small conversations became deeper and raised once more. Talking to Jungkook was relaxing, and even daring when it came to competition. Not only did you have a 1-on-1 fight with each other, but even requested to beat your ass in Mario cart. As time went by, you wondered if any of the things you talked about, would ever happen. The nights out, games, playful fights and casual meet ups. Jungkook is an idol, and it made your dreams crash down.

“You suddenly went quiet… What are you thinking?” He spoke in a groggy voice, as if he was about to sleep, curling under the sheets. Taking a deep breath of exhaustion, you watched the grey clouds pass by the blue moon.

“That we probably won’t have time to do these things. You’re an idol, Jungkook, don’t forget that. You work almost 24/7 and sparing time for a random girl, is ridiculous. We won’t have anything to do with each other, then late messages that will never be responded when you come back home. We will not have to keep in contact….” Your heart went slower by the second, pouring your thoughts out to Jungkook. His heavy breathing soothing your ears, afraid what he would think. He seemed so excited about the idea, that he could go outside to visit you, like a regular student or neighbour. There was this thing about him, that you wondered about. He was carefree but hard working, and at times, seemed like he wanted to run away. It broke your heart, thinking you won’t be keeping in contact with Jungkook. Not because he is famous, but the way he takes care of you, despite the way it all has turned out. There was still no memory of how you got a hold of his phone, and imagining that you had stolen it, made you feel uneasy as a feared lamb.

“I know…” Jungkook responded in a whisper, losing his eyes to imagine the way the short conversation will become. Standing in front of each other, and maybe too embarrassed or awkward to exchange proper words like this. The way his life turned a little spicier, getting a hold of your phone. Your encouraging words that felt like his mothers, and make him feel like a child once more.

“But… we should at least try…right?” Even though it would be harder, when arriving home. Working on a new album and packages for their dear fans. Spending just an hour outside in the world, was precious too Jungkook. When it meant to escape the idol life, it was worth it, especially when you were the only who could make him feel like a regular guy.

“Right”

Entering the college building was a dream, like walking into a museum. People wore their own type of clothes, unique style to different shapes. Art works displayed from the ceiling to the floor, making your mouth gab in amazement. People were friendly, smiling and even helpful to guide the way. No one was divided into groups, as it was in high school, here, you were accepted. Classrooms were bigger and fascinating topics and white canvases ready, for when assignments and projects were announced.

You couldn’t remember when you fell asleep last night, when talking to Jungkook. As if it was a removed memory, but the sound of his voice lingered in your head. Sitting along on the long bench, waiting for more people to join the class, you felt your cheeks rise at the thought of Jungkook’s words from yesterday. He was encouraging and caring, as if everything depended on him. Not wanting to let him get too close, because you both knew, maybe it wouldn’t last. But, determinate like Jungkook, you would fight for this friendship to continue.

“Is this seat taken?” Taken out of your thoughts, you were met with a different male sound from the side. His arms crossed to hold his books and black shoulder bag, fitted well with his simple style. He was handsome, and probably your age. His eyes were amazingly a bright green, and tanned skin as you were unsure if he was a foreigner.

“No, go ahead” You hurried, since he was only waiting for a response.

“Thanks. I’m Jooheyon by the way” Flashing a smile, while seated on your side, it was even more beautiful than you imagined. Hypnotised by his spring eyes, you could barely speak proper words as the professor started the class. His style reminded you a lot of Jungkook’s, simple with white shirt and denim jeans. A red beanie fitting his deep brown hair, and features so sharp it might cut.

“I’m.. Y/N…” You whispered, knowing it would be bad getting caught. His attention was pointed in your direction, giving you a challenging time to breathe. Leaning on his hand, soothing his eyes on your small frame, you felt your cheeks rise with a mightier heat than before.

“Interesting. What group are you in?” In college, you were divided in groups as for what classes to attend. Every announcement for new projects, you needed to be leaded by the group you were assigned to.

“B-3” You responded confidently, getting him to smile widely.

“Same for me, looks like we’re going to be official classmates” His chuckled, making you mirror in response. He seemed friendly, but there was an aura which was almost unable to read.

“Students, new and old. We’re going to start with a mini project, to get to know each other. Each of you, are going to be assigned with a partner and luckily, it’s the one on your right or left side. We’ll be presenting our projects in two days and the best will be shown in the main hall. Any questions and workshops areas, shall be confronted with me, okay? Kay.”

With that, people started talking to their new partner. Easy enough for you, when Jooheyon was yours. Putting your heads together, you tried to figure out his favourite art area. It was hard trying to concentrate on an idea, when his eyes were too beautiful to spare. With that, your phone continued to buzz making your distractions worse. Eyeing the screen, you noticed the number which you couldn’t recall. Taking a minute to read unread messages, you noticed a woman who Jungkook was assigned to collab with, was calling his cell without results. Panicking, as if you should answer or not, you heard the bell ring for a break. Taking the chance, you took your things, getting ready to text Jungkook about this mystery girl.

“Hey, let’s exchange phone numbers, so we can find each other easily” You were stomped by the taller boy, holding his phone in front of your face. Taking the time to not think properly, you shot him a warm smile before coding your number. Excusing yourself, you felt his eyes staring in the back of your neck as you left the classroom.

Dumbfounded and lost, you were now having a new mission on the run. Trying to act like Jungkook for his own sake, you had to be careful what you texted, or worse, even said.

[robininthelabyrinth]

Prompt: Mick and Len never reunite after the Great Fire (no Flash reunion then) and somehow both get roped into the waverider where they finally see each other again and rekindle. Coldwave, obviously :)

A bit on the short side, but I wanted to post some Coldwave :D plus this verse amuses me, so keeping the door open to potentially more…

Fic: Keeping Cool (AO3 link)Fandom: Flash, DC’s Legends of TomorrowPairing: Mick Rory/Leonard Snart

Summary: Leonard Snart is most definitely losing his cool. (in which Captain Cold has no chill)

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Len prides himself on keeping his cool under any situation. It’s his thing, his theme, his raison d’etre – he’s Captain Cold now, even. It’s part of his identity. Police sirens right outside the door when he’s trying to break a lock? No problem. Dissatisfied mobster thugs trying to shoot him while he’s reloading? Big deal. Locked in prison with (supposedly) no way out? Whatever.

No matter what’s going on, he keeps his cool.

Well, except now.

Right now, he is most definitely losing his cool.

“I guess that means we have two criminals on the team,” the dorky scientist guy says, shaking his head like he’s regretting all of his life choices, like he can’t understand why in the world Time Traveler Guy would pick – well, them. “At least you guys will have someone to hang out with, I guess?”

And stay away from the rest of us, he means.

Normally, someone sets themselves up like that, Len has half a dozen witty insults up his sleeve to trip them up.

Len keeps his damn mouth shut.

It’s Mick.

Holy crap, it’s Mick.

Len thought it was enough, keeping tabs on him from far away, paying people for medical records, updates, pictures, bad cell phone videos. Confirmations that he was recovering from the fire, that he was doing well, that he hadn’t been snapped up by the cops or abused by his newest employers. Quiet chats with shady acquaintance-of-acquaintances to make sure the jobs Mick signed up for went right, and that Mick always got paid his fair share. Knowing he was alive and well, even if he wasn’t by Len’s side.

He’d thought that was enough.

He was an idiot.

It was nothing.

Mick is –

He’d forgotten how Mick fills a room, his looming presence always noticeable, at least to Len. How sharp his eyes are under the pretense of stupidity, how he can turn his bulk from intimidating to friendly in a second, how - how everything about him makes Len’s heart stop in its chest.

Mick scowls at him, and turns away.

Len stiffly turns away as well.

Right.

He’d forgotten why, exactly, he’d forgotten all of that.

We’re over.

It’s fine, though.

Len’s a professional.

Len’s Captain Cold.

He can handle this.

They - meaning the merry band of time travelers - end up going back to the 1970s, and then they - meaning the less pure-white-and-shining of the team, i.e. the thief, the arsonist, and the assassin - promptly get ditched, with a side order of babysitting duties over the only kid in America who looked at the time-travelling spaceship and said “Nah, not for me.”

Sara suggests going out for a drink; Mick agrees whole-heartedly, with the tone of someone who wants to get drunk as soon as possible.

Len agrees, because if Mick’s going to go get drunk in the 70s, Len’s going to be there watching his back - god, the 70s; he remembers how easy it was for his dad to get hold of hard drugs when he was a kid, and not always even on purpose - even if Mick doesn’t particularly care for his presence. They can sit apart at the bar, it’s fine.

It’s cool.

They leave the kid behind. No need to scar impressionable minds any more than they have to.

Sara tries to flirt with Len, though patently unseriously.

Len stares blankly at her. Normally he’d play along, but at the moment…

“Not your style? S’cool,” she says, and goes to start a bar fight.

Len finds himself shooting a glance, all raised eyebrows and amusement, at Mick, but Mick’s not looking back, almost pointedly not looking back, and instead he’s jumping forward into the fray, that maniacal grin of his firmly on his face.

Fighting alongside Mick is –

Len nearly gets clobbered because he keeps being distracted just watching.

Mick glares at him.

They go back to the ship and nearly get murdered by a team of temporal bounty hunters with high powered lasers, because Rip Hunter is an idiot.

Also, heroes seem to carry existential “kick me” signs painted in neon lights over their heads. Len had always suspected it was true, but seriously - they were gone for less than three hours!

Once they’re safely back on board, the hero crew demands an explanation.

And Rip -

Rip tells them the truth this time.

Len listens with half an ear. He mostly steals glances at Mick.

Rip offers them all a choice: go home, or go on. Up to them, now that they know the truth, that they’re going to be hunted for this mission, that they’re all on their own, that some grief-stricken asshole decided to involve them on his personal vendetta instead of actually caring about saving the future.

They all take a little time to decide whether or not they want to stay on with the mission.

Sara leads the charge for those agreeing to stay.

Len shrugs noncommittally when she asks him.

Sara frowns thoughtfully at him, then goes to ask Mick.

“Don’t see why you care,” he says. “I don’t even have a weird shtick like the rest of you.”

“To be perfectly honest,” she says, and that’s good, Mick always appreciated blunt honesty, “it’s just that I think Snart’s cold gun will be pretty damn useful in a fight, and if D&D’s taught me one thing it’s that having a thief around is always handy.”

That’s not good. What the hell? How is that relevant to whether Mick is staying or going? Did she somehow miss the fact that Mick doesn’t even look in Len’s direction?

Mick scowls. “And what does that have to do with me?”

Len agrees.

“The fact that the man’s got a crush on you that can be seen from space,” she says.

Mick blinks.

Len – eavesdropping from the next room over – contemplates bashing his head against the wall.

“He does not,” Mick objects.

“He really does,” Sara says. “Totally losing his head over you. It’s somewhere between hilarious and pathetic, how bad he’s got it. I assume that’s why he’s waiting to see what you pick before deciding.”

“He’s…leaving it up to me?” Mick says disbelievingly.

“Yeah,” Sara says. “So what do you think?”

“I need a minute,” Mick says.

Shit.

Len looks for a place to dash off to, but Mick turns the corner too quick for him.

Possibly because Mick always did know where Len preferred to eavesdrop from. Also possible that Len’s been less-than-subtle with his stalking - and yes, he knows it’s blatant stalking, and following your ex around is both creepy and pathetic, but he can’t seem to stop himself.

“Are you waiting for me to decide?” Mick demands, not even pausing.

“Um,” Len says.

Mick waits a few seconds, but no, really, that’s all Len’s got right now.

Damnit. He used to be cool, once upon a time.

“Why the hell would you let me pick?“ Mick exclaims. “I don’t even have a superpowered doohickey like the rest of these assholes!”

“Actually,” Len says.

“Actually what?”

“My cold gun comes with a matching heat gun and I brought it with me, it’s in my room, you can have it if you like,” Len says all at once.

Mick stares.

Len shifts a little from one foot to the next.

“You brought that for me,” Mick says, eyes still narrow.

“Yes,” Len says.

“When did you get it?”

“Same time I found the cold gun,” Len says, slightly puzzled. “I told you, they were a matching set –”

“Are you telling me you carted a heat gun around this entire time you were a supervillain on the off chance that you could give it to me?”

“It sounds rather sad when you put it that way,” Len says, because it does, actually. Apparently he was never cool. “I didn’t know if you were willing to see me, after what I did.”

“After what you did?”

“Leaving,” Len clarifies. Only his biggest mistake, and he’s counting the Alexa disaster.

“Oh,” Mick says. He blinks.

“Wait,” Sara says, having followed Mick to the door. “You two know each other?”

“Yeah,” Mick says. “We’re partners. And we’re staying with you, at least a little longer.”

“Great!” she says, then flounces off to badger Ray about it.

Which is probably for the best, because Len’s pretty sure he looks like he’s been hit in the face with a two-by-four.

“We are?” Len asks, because that’s - that’s more than he hoped for. Hell, he’d just have been happy being on the same ship with Mick, all things considered. But partners again?

Good things like that didn’t just happen.

“For now,” Mick says, like he wasn’t making Len’s day - hell, Len’s whole year - by agreeing, though the way Mick’s lips are twitching means that maybe Len isn’t hiding his rapturous delight quite as well as he’d been hoping he was. “But starting as of now, I’m the boss.”

Len smiles. He’s cool with that. “Sure, boss.”

Ten minutes later, Hunter is talking about what they need to do next and who is staying.

“Snart and Rory are staying, too,” Sara pipes up.

“Excellent,” Hunter says. “That’s all of us, then.”

“What would you have done if one of us had decided to go home?” Len drawls, feeling cockier than he has in years.

He means ‘one of us’ as in the team, not him and Mick, but Hunter misreads him.

“It seems rather unlikely that you’d leave your husband behind, Mr. Snart, or visa versa,” Hunters says dismissively. “There’s a reason I brought both of you.”

“Hold up,” Jax says, brightening. “You two are married?!”

“You didn’t say!” Sara exclaims, beaming. “That’s great!”

Len opens his mouth, then closes it, then looks at Mick.

Mick’s face confirms his own emotions.

“Hey, Hunter,” he finally manages to say. “No, wait a sec, I got a better idea. Gideon, is it?”

“Yes, Mr. Snart?” the AI chirps. “How may I assist?”

“What year is Mick and my marriage recorded? I don’t care about the month or date, just the year.”

“That would be 2018,” Gideon chirps.

“But…we got picked up in 2016,” Ray says.

“Yeah,” Mick says. “And we’re not married.”

“Yet,” Len adds, because, what the hell. They’re not even dating. Formally dating. Does sleeping together on the regular even count? Not that they’ve been doing that recently. Because they’d been broken up. Except they can’t have been broken up, because they weren’t ever dating. What the hell, time travel. “Apparently.”

“…oops,” Hunter says.

[lifesfeelings]

Bryon

If it could be more possible to hate someone more then I currently do then I would be shocked lol! Unseriously though because I do not hate Bryon. But anytime me and him talk it’s about the upcoming movie Love, Simon or about the book. I was carrying it around with me one day and he wanted to read it so we had started talking about it and it was back when I had a huge crush on him so I instantly was like OH MY GOSH of course you can borrow it, like no I’ve already finished it twice you can borrow this yea! And a month passed and that’s all we really talked about and then after everything went down with him he still hadn’t Given me my book back. Finally being the kind ass person that I am I msged him and was like “hey I was thinking and if you want to keep that Simon Vs the Homosapien agenda then you can and I’ll just get myself a new one.” All he really replied with was “really? Thank you!” And then claimed he hadn’t even really started it yet. So that makes me super angry. And any time we have talked since then it’s about Love, Simon and how excited we are for it. He still has yet to finish this damn book and he knows how much I liked him plus he knows how much excitement I have for this movie and he has the AUDACITY to post on his story “who wants to go see Love, Simon tomorrow with me!? Nobody wants to go with me and so I’m Lowkey looking for someone to go see Love, Simon with and then go to Applebee’s afterwards!” Like BITCH!

[heidissswritingsss]

Crossing Paths- Chapter 4: A Night In

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Betty and Jughead continued sitting next to each other in class, he would see her when he went to get coffee during her shift, and she would see him when she went to the bookstore. They would chat in the hallways when they ran into each other, but nothing more had happened even though both of them wanted it desperately, even if they didn’t want to admit it yet.

It was a thursday afternoon after school and Betty headed towards the coffee shop to start her shift. Once she got there she put her purse and jacket away when Lex came up behind her and made her jump.

“Gosh, Lex!” she exclaimed, “I didn’t know you were here yet”

“I’m always here early” she smirked

After a rush had died down, Betty sat down to relieve her feet.

“So… how’s things with your ‘friend’ Jughead?” she asked with finger quotes as she leaned back against the counter.

“We are friends Lex.. that’s all…”

Lex giggled “Ok Betty whatever you say, I’m just teasing. And I only tease you because I see the way he looks at you, and all you do is blush around him for Christ's Sake. There is something there, you guys just haven’t figured it out yet”

“You think?” Betty asked unseriously. “and what do you think I should do about that Lex?” she asked raising an eyebrow and smiling.

“I don’t know ask him on a date or something”

“I can’t ask him on a date yet, that would be awkward!”

“Fine then ask him to come over and chill at your house”

“Hmmm” Betty thought for a moment as Lex went to the counter to help a customer.

I guess that couldn’t hurt, she thought. I’ll ask him during class tomorrow. She had after all been looking for an excuse to do something with him since they had coffee. Seeing each other in class just wasn’t enough anymore, she just hoped he felt the same way.

Betty walked into class on Friday morning and saw Jughead already sitting in their usual spot. She smiled when he looked up at her and she walked over and sat next to him.

“Hey, how are you?” he asked

“I’m good, so glad it’s friday”

“Me too I can’t wait to just chill all weekend”

Heres your chance Betty, Take it

“Hey I was actually kinda wondering if you would want to come over to my house tonight. We could order pizza and just chill and watch movies or something…” she asked hesitantly

“I would love to Betty, after all food is the way to my heart…”

“Ok great” she smiled “When do you get off work today?”

“Umm, 5 I think”

“Ok, I’ll see you at 5:45 then?”

“Sounds good, can’t wait” he smiled before the professor started class and everyone started paying attention.

It was 4:30 and Jughead’s head was racing as he rushed to get the rest of the books from the back onto the shelves before he went home. Am I overthinking this, does Betty really like me, I thought it was just me, just keep your cool man, you don’t wanna be this nervous when you go over to her apartment.

He was nervous but very excited that she had asked him to come over because he had been looking for another way to spend some more time with her and hadn’t come up with anything yet, so he was kind of relieved that she said something first.

It was finally 5pm and Jughead headed home to get ready to go over to Betty’s. He knows he shouldn’t feel nervous, after all this is what he has been waiting for but he couldn’t help it. When he got back to his apartment he dropped off his coat and went straight to the bathroom. He took off his hat and sighed at how his hair looked, he grabbed a comb and went to work, once it finally looked ok, he placed his beanie back on, carefully without messing up his hair. He washed his hands then reapplied some deodorant. He then went to his kitchen and grabbed some beers to bring over. He slipped on his shoes and headed up the stairs to the 6th floor.

He approached her door and took a deep breath to calm himself before knocking.

“Hi!” Betty said as she opened the door

She was wearing a pair of high waisted blue jeans with a cropped floaty white top. She is beautiful, he thought.

“Hi” he said smiling

“Come on in. Here you can set those down here” she gestured towards his beers.

“So what kind of pizza are you feeling?” she asked

“Um.. pepperoni and... sausage?”

“Sounds good, I’ll just order quickly, I’m starving!” she said

“Me too”

She ordered the food and they went to sit on the couch while they waited for it to show up.

“It’s nice having you here Juggie, after both of us being friends with Archie for so long, we finally get to be friends”

She just called us friends “Ya I agree, I really have enjoyed spending some time with you” he said.

“Hey let’s crack open some of those beers shall we?”

“Ya sure that sounds great” she said

He got up while smiling to get them both a beer. He opened two and walked back over and handed her one.

“Thanks”

“So how has it been since you moved here?” she asked

“Well it’s been pretty good, i enjoy school mostly, I like getting to study what I want to which means a lot of writing, and my job is really great, it seems my life kind of revolves around writing...but I don’t know many people and I get pretty lonely sometimes, thanks for inviting me over by the way”

“My pleasure...I get lonely a lot too, it’s not easy moving to a new place where you don’t know anyone. I’m glad we have each other to talk to at least, I’m glad Archie introduced us” she said

“Ya me too, I’m starting to think he was just doing it to make sure I wasn’t lonely for the rest of my life”

“Haha, well at least he cares about you right?”

“Ya, he’s a great friend”

“Ya he is”

They continued chit chatting for a while before they heard the door bell

Ding Dong

“Oh! the pizza, I’ll get it hold on”

She brings the pizza over to the couch and sets it on the coffee table. Jughead takes a piece and basically inhales it before reaching for another one.

“Wow you can really eat”

“Ya well there are few things I love in this world and one of those is food”

“What are the other things?” she asked

“Writing, books, certain people... I don’t know”

“I agree, those are some great things”

They continue eating and talking until the pizza is gone.

“Do you want another beer, or some water?” Jughead asks

“I’ll have some water thanks”

He goes to the kitchen, and opens the cabinet to look for a glass.

“Wow! You have quite the mug collection”

“Haha ya, they’re really fun to collect”

“Wow this one’s cool!” he says as he pulls out a Star Wars mug with the original movie poster on it.

“Ya, I got it at a thrift store, it’s one of my favorites”

“We could watch Star Wars if you want” she says

“That sounds great” He said, visibly excited

He got her water and grabbed his beer and walked back over to the couch where Betty was putting in the movie.

They watched the movie and didn’t do a lot of talking until it was over.

“Man I forgot how good that movie was” Jughead said

“Yeah, I could watch it all the time. I love having a stash of my favorite movies and shows to rewatch when I’m feeling down”

“Ya, binge watching is one of my specialties” he said smiling

“You know I never thought when we were 15 how similar we might be and now I feel like we really are” she said

“Ya, I haven’t had many friends except for Archie in my life until now, and that’s mostly just because I don’t relate to a lot of people, or they rub me the wrong way...but you are different”

“Thanks...you’re different too, in a good way. A lot of friends I have had in the past were very surface level, and to be honest, I feel like I can really trust you in a weird way even though we haven’t really known each other for that long” she said

“I feel the same way about you…”

Betty started tearing up and started to feel a little self conscious for doing so in front of Jughead

“Hey, what’s wrong?” he asked softly

She sniffed before gathering courage to keep talking and opening up “It’s just that I don’t think anyone has ever felt about me that way, and it makes me feel comfortable, and tonight is one of the only nights where I haven’t wanted to curl up in my bed and cry from anxiety”

“I’m sorry Betty I didn’t know you had anxiety that bad...” he thought for a couple moments “I hope you know that you can always talk to me, I’m here for you, and not just because Archie told me to be, I promise” he said sincerely

“Thank you Juggie” she said bringing back a slight smile

He moved slightly closer to her then on the couch so he could lightly put his arm around her, hoping to provide some comfort.

“I’m really glad we’re friends” she said

They talked for a while longer before deciding it was probably time for Jughead to go home

They both stood up, and Betty followed him to the door, he put his shoes on and was about to leave when Betty hugged him. He was in shock for only a moment before he hugged her back.

“Thanks for coming Juggie” she whispered before leaning back from his arms and smiling

“Anytime, I had a great night. I’ll see you soon, I promise we will spend more time together” he said before waving bye and turning down the hallway.

She watched him walk away and stood in the doorway for a couple moments longer before retreating back into her apartment.

She got in bed and was freezing because her heating wasn’t working in her bedroom. What is this place’s deal, she thought before getting up to grab a blanket from the couch. She stuffed it down under her comforter and crawled in. She pulled it up to snuggle. It smells like Jughead she thought before snuggling it in closer to her face and smiling as she fell asleep.