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Gold Rush - Two

Invisible String - Gold Rush

Chapter Two - People Are Meant To Be Burdens

Song For This Chapter - Style by Taylor Swift

✧ deep, abiding friendships are the place where many women know lasting love. — bell hooks, communion: the search for female love ✧

Summary: After Josie's late-night adventures, she now how to face the consequences of splitting her time between kook life and pogue life, and lying to her mother.

Word Count: 9.7k

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HURRICANE SEASON WAS EASILY THE BIGGEST DOWNSIDE TO LIVING IN THE OUTER BANKS. There was almost nothing to love about a tropical storm coming in and raining terror on the people of Kildare Island. It would leave behind all types of destruction and take weeks away from people's lives spent repairing the damage.

So when it was announced that Hurricane Agatha had slowly made her way toward the Banks, Josie was less than pleased. It'd been bad enough when Josie sought recovery from her experience at the airport, but to then wake up to her paranoid mother already doomsday preparing was not at all enjoyable.

It was all Max could talk about at the couple's lunch date: what he and his parents were going to do about the hurricane. The pool renovation had just been installed, the statues hadn't been properly cemented into the ground yet, and they were still painting the sides of the house—all jobs that were going to be delayed for weeks following the hurricane.

The pair sat outside on the back deck of Joanie's Seafood, despite the cloud-covered sky that hung overhead. The forecast for that day and the next was not promising, and yet they'd decided to take advantage of the lack of rain and enjoy their beautiful lunch by the ocean. Joanie's had always been a favorite of Josie's, so it was nice to get the full enjoyment before disaster struck.

The couple spent around an hour slowly eating their lunch and conversing, before they agreed to indulge themselves with dessert. That was when Max began talking about what he'd have to do about his new boat during the storm.

Josie could feel her headache as it slowly sank in. "Max, babe, I really don't think your boat is the biggest concern right now. It's a literal hurricane."

Josie stabbed into her lemon cake and took a bite, softly humming at the zesty taste. She did a little dance in her seat as the flavors coated her mouth, but stilled once she met the narrowed gaze Max shot in her direction.

"A hurricane that is going to tear up my brand-new, forty-thousand-dollar boat if I don't take the right precautions, Josephine." He reached over with his own fork to scrape a piece from her plate and shoveled it into his mouth. Josie gaped at the act, but it was replaced with a laugh when he sent her a goofy grin.

He was lucky he was cute; otherwise, she wouldn't have thought twice about poking his hand with the fork. She smiled, despite her boyfriend's smug expression, and rested her chin on the propped-up hand that held her fork.

"Did you know that the first time someone safely flew through the eye of a hurricane was in 1943, in the middle of World War II? The guy's name was Colonel Joe Duckworth, and he apparently did so on a dare." Josie's joy significantly dimmed due to the blank stare Max gave her.

"What does that have to do with anything? We were talking about my boat."

Shrugging, Josie cast her eyes downward as she played with a crumb on the plate. "Just thought it was interesting," she mumbled.

She figured, since they were talking about hurricanes, it would've been a cool thing to discuss. Many people of the present day still chased hurricanes. She'd even surfed some; it was interesting to think about.

Besides, who really cares if they were talking about his boat? Josie had heard plenty about the boat in the week that he'd had it. It felt like that was all they'd talked about as of late.

His new boat, his new truck, and the fact that he wanted them to make their relationship official.

"Well, honestly, I think there are more important things to think about than your boat. I understand that it's a lot of money on the line, but it's all material. There are people who may lose their homes or get stranded on the island. There's gonna be animals with nowhere to go. People could die, Max." She knew she was being harsh and a bit morbid, but it was true.

Most of her time spent on Figure Eight was around people who Josie had difficulty speaking up to, and, up until recently, Max had never been one of those people. But as he slowly integrated himself into Kildare, she found it harder to defend herself. Still, when the time presented itself for her to put that familiar kook-entitlement in its place, Josie couldn't resist.

He hadn't always been so snobby. When Max had first arrived to Kildare, he'd been a shy and reserved seventeen-year-old who was just trying to make friends, much like Josie herself. She'd met him at a housewarming party, and the two of them had spent the entire afternoon talking about their favorite franchises and why Pirates of the Caribbean was better than Harry Potter.

After that, things blossomed into more, and their feelings were quick to go from friendly to romantic. Josie had assumed that he was the near-perfect guy for her, and he was.

Until he began hanging out with the Terrible Trio.

Ironically enough, Max saw that as a good time to criticize her friends. "You've been hanging out with Kiara way too much; you're starting to sound like her." He chuckled as he pointed at her with his fork.

Josie rolled her eyes and gave him a duh look. "I wonder why. It's not like she's my best friend or anything." She shrugged sarcastically.

Max leaned back in his chair, messing with the fork on his plate. "I thought Maybank was your best friend." The venom in the way he'd said JJ's name was plain, and Josie had to bite her tongue to keep from scolding him.

Max had never been fond of any of the boys or their friendships with Josie, but he had a particular disliking for JJ. Understandably so, given that the first time they'd met, JJ had threatened to break Max's nose if he, quote, put his disgusting kook mouth anywhere near Jose's perfect face.

"You can have more than one best friend, Max." He stared, unconvinced, as she corrected him. "All of the pogues are my best friends, just in different ways." She took another bite of her cake, before she smirked at her boyfriend teasingly.

"You'd know that if you had any friends."

Her smirk was jokingly smug as he narrowed his eyes at her, but it was halted by the playful gasp that left her mouth when she felt a gentle kick to her shin. Laughing, she returned the action and watched her boyfriend pretend to lean down and rub his shin.

"I do have friends; thank you very much," Max defied. He leaned back in his chair with his arms crossed, and Josie satirically nodded in fake agreement.

It was true, though. Max rarely hung out with anyone who wasn't Topper, Kelce, or Rafe. And if he did, at least one of those three was also there. There was no doubt he was quickly becoming the textbook definition of a kook—only friends with people to lift whatever image they needed to project. None of those people were really friends.

She chuckled when he reached over to playfully snatch her fork from her hand and point it at her. "Speaking of Maybank..." The tone of his voice remained playful, but it bore new a sense of passive aggression that had Josie questioning what he was going to ask her.

He placed her fork back down on the table and carelessly waved down a waiter, no longer meeting her gaze. "Why did you sneak out with him to the airport last night?"

Josie froze, staring at the side of Max's face in shock. He continued to look toward the approaching waiter, not allowing her the courtesy of meeting his gaze.

What was she supposed to say?

It wasn't like they were doing anything wrong, because they weren't. But Max was her boyfriend, and of course he'd feel uncomfortable about her sneaking out with another guy late at night. Especially the one who regularly publicized his disdain for the kook.

Not to mention the fact that Max could absolutely decide to inform her mother of her activities; she didn't put it past him to be that petty. But she and JJ hadn't done anything. They were hanging out. That's all.

Two best friends hanging out after one had a traumatic encounter with her estranged father. Nothing to it.

Josie searched for a way to defend herself, when it dawned on her that she hadn't told anyone about what happened the night prior.

So, how the hell did Max know she was out?

"What? How do you know about that?" Josie stuttered helplessly as she watched Max ask the waiter for the check and some to-go boxes.

He turned back to her and crossed his arms on her table, leaning toward her. He cocked his head questioningly, and Josie fidgeted with the fabric at the bottom of her skirt to avoid his intense eye contact. "Is that as relevant as to why, Josephine?"

Josie scoffed as her eyes snapped to his, obviously annoyed. The way he'd said her name made Josie feel like she was gum on the bottom of his shoe. He'd said it like he had some sort of authoritative power over her.

The conversation took a sharp left into the tension that quickly filled the space between them.

As much as she felt no desire or need to talk about her and JJ's experience, she would not let Max address her in a tone that insinuated her queries were not relevant. She was not a child that he could scold for sneaking out without his permission.

She'd be damned if he thought he could speak to her like he was her father.

"Actually, yes, Maximus, I believe it is relevant. Especially since I don't remember discussing that, and I know JJ didn't say anything." Crossing her arms, she sharply stared at her boyfriend.

He shook his head, letting out a bitter chuckle and raising his brows at her. "You sure about that?"

Habitually, Josie went to defend JJ, but realized that she couldn't be a hundred percent certain. With the tone Max used, he sounded incredibly confident in what he was saying. As if he knew his claim was pristinely accurate.

Max was a lot of things, but he wasn't a liar.

He cleared his throat to continue. "What if I told you that I got stopped at the Club by Sam Paterson; you remember her from the party last Saturday?" Josie nodded to confirm his question; her fleeting memory recalled the bonfire from the week prior.

Samantha Paterson was a touron from the Midwest who was visiting Kildare with her dad and stepmom for the summer. Tall, blonde, tan, white teeth, kind, and incredibly fit—she was the textbook definition of attractive.

She also happened to take a quick liking to a certain blond best friend of Josie's.

Realization sank in once Josie remembered that Sam was the touron JJ was supposed to have spent his night with. The awareness must've been written all over the redhead's face, because Max let out a knowing hum as her thoughts sank in.

A less-than-pleased, tight-lipped smile crossed his face, and he nodded his head as if her reaction confirmed any suspicions he'd had. "According to her, she and JJ were supposed to hang out yesterday, but he canceled at the last minute. Apparently, his explanation was that he'd been at the airport, with you." He nodded toward her for emphasis.

To say the least, Josie was taken aback and quite shocked. Why the hell would JJ tell someone what they were doing?

Of course Sam deserved some sort of explanation for why he would ditch her; it would've been cruel of him to not provide that. But, a simple claim of an emergency would've sufficed. Did he have to explicitly tell her that he was doing something both parties knew was illegal?

Had he been texting Sam the entire time? Had he only agreed to hang out with Josie to be nice? Did he not actually want to go at all?

Was Sam the one who made the anonymous call to the police?

Josie immediately scolded herself for pinning such blame on the girl; she had no real evidence to support that claim. Sam had been nothing but nice to her when they'd met at the party, and they'd even had a quick chat about colleges.

But then a brief flash of a guilty-looking JJ mumbling shit came to Josie's mind. How uncharacteristically cooperative he'd been when they'd gotten caught. How gentle he'd been with her the whole night. All of the puzzle pieces fell into place. It had been Sam.

How else would Max know about the cops? Unless JJ told her about that, too.

Josie had to hold back the tears that threatened to spill from behind her eyes.

As much as it stung, her upset didn't even stem from the fact that JJ had been texting Sam during their time together. He was JJ, and Samantha was a very pretty girl; it was simple math. Josie would never try to change any part of JJ, including that one. She loved him for who he was.

It was the fact that he'd made it seem like it was absolutely okay that she'd all but dragged him out with her. She really thought that they'd both enjoyed the shared time. Was the reality that he'd been texting someone else about how bored he was and how much he'd rather be getting his dick wet?

The pang in her chest struck hard. He could've just said no. Was there a reason he thought he couldn't say no to her?

"So, I just have one question." Max paused, plastering a fake smile on once the waiter arrived with the check. He sent the both of them parting smiles, but Josie couldn't be bothered to reciprocate the gesture.

She continued to try to wrap her head around the new information given to her. Realistically, she should probably talk to JJ, but that sounded like the last thing she wanted to do.

"Did you sleep with him?"

The unexpected inquisition caught Josie so off guard that she choked on her own spit, coughing into her hand and staring up at him with wide eyes. For a split second, she'd thought that he might've been joking. But when her green eyes met his brown ones, she was made acutely aware that he was fiercely serious.

Scoffing, she slammed her napkin down on the table and leaned forward to whisper-yell at him. "Absolutely not! First off, I would never, ever cheat on anyone. Second, JJ is a pogue, my best friend. That is an uncrossable boundary. Third, I told you I'm a virgin and waiting for the right time—so why the hell would I go do it in the middle of some field? And fourth-" She interrupted herself to stand from her chair and shove it under the table.

She grabbed her bag from the back of the chair and slung it over her shoulder. "You're my boyfriend, not JJ. I like you. So why the hell would I sleep with someone else?"

Without so much as a second glance spared, the teen marched off of the deck and desperately avoided eye contact with any of the surrounding patrons. She made her way around the building to the parking lot, clenching her fists as she wiped them across the stray tears falling from her eyes.

When she made her way out front, she abruptly remembered that Max had been her ride. Her Jeep sat unmanned in her driveway at home. She immediately contemplated lying in the middle of the asphalt right then and there.

Was she really going to walk all the way back home?

Josie groaned, allowing herself to childishly stomp her foot in and hiss out a few curses under her breath to appease her growing frustration. She begrudgingly pulled her phone from her bag and scrolled through her contacts until she found Kiara.

She placed the phone against her ear, biting her lip, and pretended to look around as if she'd expected someone to pick her up—just in case anyone saw her predicament. She waited three rings and huffed as she got the voicemail.

She hung up and pursed her lips, weighing her remaining options. John B was working on the Druthers until three. Pope was a no-go because the last time he'd used his dad's truck to help her, he'd crushed the front bumper.

She, obviously, couldn't call her mother. Josie dreaded what the woman might say if she admitted that she and Max were not a perfect couple. The appraisal she'd received from her mother those last few months while dating Max was too beneficial for Josie to throw it away. It wasn't worth admitting the faults in their relationship.

There was only one person Josie could logistically call—the same person who she did not want to talk to at that very moment. But what was worse—walking all the way across town and Figure Eight to get home, or asking JJ for something with the new knowledge that he probably found her asking annoying?

To Josephine Grey, the answer was clear and concise.

So, with a sigh and a mental boost, Josie began the long, treacherous trek she'd have to take across half of the island. She was grateful that the sun had ducked into the cover of the clouds that day, which meant that the summer heat wasn't entirely unbearable.

She'd walked for almost an hour and a half and had only made it past the Sheriff's Department, not even halfway across town, when she'd heard the familiar sound of a roaring engine approach. She turned to watch the bike cruise down the road in her direction, the driver carefree as he rode through town sans helmet.

The red of the bike was prominent and familiar, which caused Josie to duck her head and stare at the ground as she walked. She hoped that she would blend in with the people who littered the sidewalks as they ran their own errands. Luckily, she'd decided to wear a baseball cap that day, and it would help conceal her face enough to not draw attention.

She watched the bike pass from the corner of her eye, and a long sigh of relief left her once he'd fully passed. Guilt built in her stomach at the notion that she so desperately didn't want to talk to her best friend—an incredibly unfamiliar feeling.

But what would she even say to him? I'm never gonna ask you to do anything ever again because I'm now constantly worried you'll think I'm annoying. Why the hell couldn't you be honest with me about not wanting to hang out with me last night?

She couldn't explain why it'd gotten under her skin so much. She knew that, ultimately, JJ was her best friend, and they both would drop everything to help each other. She knew that. She was secure in her friendships and loved them all, and she was confident they loved her equally as much.

So why the hell had this in particular gotten to her so much? She shouldn't have been so bothered by it; it was her own insecurities controlling her.

Maybe it was just because she was more vulnerable to the manipulation of her own emotions as of late. She wondered if, after seeing her dad and reminiscing on those buried feelings, her inner turmoil was trying to find any and every reason to mess with her brain. She just wished her inner demons would shut up already.

As if her inner thoughts were being spied on, the roar of an engine presented itself again and pushed away every one of Josie's complex thoughts. The only difference from before was that the sound of the engine was newly accompanied by the loud call of her name.

She glanced over her shoulder to see the exact boy that compelled her thoughts—the same one who she dreaded having to eventually speak to.

He rode to a slow stop beside where she stood and smiled at her, his sunglasses hiding the brilliant blue of his eyes. "Hey baby, thought you were goin' on a date."

Josie pulled the leather backpack further up her shoulder, eyes purposely avoiding his face. "I was," she offered. Her jaw clenched in an effort to imply that she was apprehensive and not in the mood to talk.

But either he chose to ignore her body language or was just completely oblivious, because he simply cocked his head to the side in jest.

"So, where is Mr. Wonderful, then? Don't tell me he's making you guys walk all the way home." JJ playfully looked around for Max, his hand teasingly placed over his eyes as if to shield them from the non-existent sun.

Josie rolled her eyes and, without thinking, walked towards him to jokingly shove his hand away from his face. When his hand had been removed and she'd realized how close they were, she took a step back onto the curb.

She crossed her arms protectively over her stomach. "We had a fight at Joanie's." She swiped her tongue over her chapped lips and watched her shoe scuff the ground. "I left, and I'm walking myself home."

"What? From Joanie's?"

Josie nodded, and JJ scoffed as he shook his head in irritation. He motioned his head toward the back of the bike. "Freakin' punk, leavin' you to walk home by yourself. C'mon, it's gonna take you hours to get back. You know you're as fast as a turtle."

"No, JJ, I left by myself. We were eating lemon cake and laughing, and the next thing I knew, we were fighting. And yeah, I know it's immature to walk away from someone while you're talking to them, but I just got so upset, so I left. Even though I really wanted to finish that slice of lemon cake. Now, I'm walking home because I rode with Max to Joanie's, considering I didn't think this was how our date was going to end because he's supposed to kiss me silly and breathless at my front door. But he didn't because we're fighting. So I'm walking home alone, and my feet are probably gonna have blisters. And my mom's gonna see that I walked home, so she's gonna have to ask a bunch of questions that I really don't want to give her the answers to. On top of all that, I'm supposed to be upset with you, but you're here and-"

Her rambling immediately stopped once she'd realized what she said, quickly slapping her hand over her mouth.

JJ's dubious tone was supported by the crease in his forehead. "Upset with me? Why?"

Josie kept her eyes to the ground, wrestling with the decision to say something or let him remain unaware. She figured she'd have to talk to him eventually, but not right there in the middle of Kildare. Certainly not before she'd had enough time to gather her thoughts and practice what she would say.

Either way, she figured fate was trying to tell her to pull on her big girl pants and get it over with, so she did.

"Did you ditch Sam Paterson last night and then tell her that we snuck out to the airport?"

The silence that fell over them was enough to vindicate Josie's suspicions, and she bitterly, yet knowingly, scoffed. She sniffled to suck back the tears that threatened to fall at the confirmation that her friend had been communicating his displeasure to someone else, instead of being honest with her.

"You know you didn't have to come with me, right? You could've just said no, and I would've figured something else out. I don't ever want you to feel like I forced you to do something."

"Jose." JJ sighed and fully shut off the bike to climb off of it. He walked towards her and removed his sunglasses, placing them on the collar of his shirt.

But she paid him no mind, too lost in her own head. "No, JJ, honestly. I don't want you to ever do something with me out of pity. I know you'd hate it if it were the other way around."

He placed his hands on her shoulders and bent down to meet her eyeline—a classic JJ move to grab someone's attention. "Jose, I'm a big boy, alright? If I didn't wanna go, I would've told you. But I did, 'cause I always wanna hang with you."

Relief washed over the teen girl; the gentle reminder that she was being paranoid was appreciated. She softly gazed up at him, and he returned the stare tenfold. "I just don't want to get in between you and your, y'know, extracurriculars. I especially don't wanna make them mad enough to call the freaking cops on us."

JJ laughed as his arms wrapped around Josie's shoulders to pull her into a hug. She huffed but, nonetheless, folded her arms around his waist and smiled at the sound of his boyish mirth.

Maybe Pope had been right when, days prior, he'd so certainly stated that Josie had adopted a tendency to be a worrywart once the summer had started. But she couldn't help it. Her anxiety had sky-rocketed in the month they'd been out of school, and she wasn't entirely sure why. There was an overwhelming sense of dread and anticipation that pooled in her stomach, just waiting for the wrong moment to strike.

JJ, as always, dragged her out of her head. "Don't worry about that; I took care of it already." Josie pulled back to look up at him, and he sent her a wink. "'S crazy how much you can apologize by saying nothing."

Cringing at his statement, Josie pushed herself from JJ's embrace and pretended to shiver in disgust. "Eugh, Jay. I don't need to know that much about you. Ever."

He shrugged candidly through his laugh and turned to climb back on his bike, before offering his hand to Josie. "Alright, enough with the sappy shit and hop on. Your boy-toy might let you walk home, but I sure as hell won't."

Josie rolled her eyes, but she still took the extended hand to climb over the back of the bike. She shoved her hat into her backpack and adjusted the straps over both of her shoulders. She made sure to tuck her skirt under her legs to save herself the embarrassment of flashing everyone on Kildare.

The routine was not unusual for the duo; Josie's Jeep was not the most reliable of vehicles. Meaning that oftentimes, if the Twinkie wasn't available, Josie found herself on the back of JJ's dirt bike when she needed a quick lift. She'd gotten quite used to wrapping her arms around his waist and letting the wind whip her hair into tangles as they crossed the island.

It was, of course, no different as he took her home. JJ wildly drove the bike as if neither of them could die at any moment, and Josie kept close watch for any cops.

Josie's walk would've, most likely, taken her a few hours and then some to get home. Whereas the short bike ride only lasted about ten minutes, with JJ flying through the neighborhoods of Figure Eight.

They passed Kie's house, and Josie noted that her friend's car wasn't in the driveway, indicating that Kiara was probably busy busting her ass at work. Josie wouldn't be able to rant about her day until later.

They slowed to a stop a few houses down from hers, and Josie demounted the bike. Once she'd made her way onto the sidewalk, she smiled at her companion and offered him a two-finger salute. "I guess I owe you for this one."

He nodded pointedly at her. "I'm gonna hold you to that." His smirk was unwavering even as she rolled her eyes.

She let out a breath of laughter. "I don't doubt that." She turned to walk toward her house but spun around to smile at him.

"Be careful driving, okay? The Assyrians may have only made helmets to protect themselves from swords and arrows, but I'm pretty sure they're still around and enforced for a reason. Especially when you ride that thing. If you crash and die, I'll bring you back just to kill you myself."

JJ smiled genuinely at her, the dimple on his right cheek noticeable as he revved the bike loudly. "Look at you, always looking out f'me."

Josie humorously flipped him off, before she fully turned and began her short walk to her house.

"See ya later, Jose!" The sound of the engine passed her as he waved goodbye and made his way back to the other side of the island.

She walked down the sidewalk, smile fixed on her face as she thought about her drastic mood change within the past hour and a half. She was certain that the noticeable change would give her whiplash at some point, but that wasn't important. What was important was that her friendship remained intact.

She scolded herself as she entered her front gate and shut it behind her. She'd let anxiety cloud her judgment and made an unfair assumption about JJ. He was her friend, her best friend to be exact, and he wanted to be around her—end of story.

It was not her fault if someone else was upset with JJ's decision. He was right—he was a big boy who made his own choices.

With a bit more pep in her step, Josie bounded up the front steps and through the front door. Once she entered, she was immediately greeted with the sight of men carrying boxes and installing wires around the house.

She sent a tight-lipped smile to some of them as she passed. Quickly, she shuffled through the left threshold of the foyer and into the open living room.

In the main room, men on ladders drilled and pulled wires along the wall, the tall ceilings doing them no favors for how high up they were. Josie shuddered at the thought of being on one of those things and mentally reminded herself to never become an electrician.

She caught sight of her mother as the woman casually sat on the couch, a glass of wine in hand. Josie bee-lined her way toward her. "What the heck is going on?" As Josie moved further into the room, she became aware of the other person occupying the love seat adjacent to the sofa.

Rose Cameron's bright blonde hair was glowing, despite the lack of sunlight streaming through the large glass windows behind her. Her lips were as full and as pink as ever, and she observed with humor as Petunia Shoupe turned to Josie with a fraudulent smile and an intense gaze.

"Watch who you're speaking to like that, Josephine." Petunia shot Rose a glance, before she turned back to her daughter. "What in the world happened to your hair? And where is Max? Surely, he wouldn't drop you off without coming in."

Without an answer, Petunia turned back to her confidante. "Max is a sweetheart, Rose. They've only been together for a couple of months, but he's such a good boy that I might have to marry her off to him. Cory likes him too, a plus for sure."

Petunia raised the wine glass at Josie in good fashion, and Josie had to keep herself from scoffing in disinterest. She couldn't have cared less about what her mother's boyfriend thought about any guy she dated.

Petunia often liked to act like Cory Schmidt was the stepfather of her children's dreams, a man who had filled the shoes of fatherhood when no one else could. A man who took the Grey girls in and gave them the fatherly love they'd craved.

In reality, he was the younger brother of some guy her mother had crushed on growing up. When they'd moved back to Kildare, Petunia had reconnected with the family and began a relationship with Cory after he'd been a client at her law firm.

A bit unethical, in Josie's opinion.

He'd moved in almost exactly four months after her parents' divorce was finalized, and he'd been a thorn in Josie's side ever since.

He liked to act as if he was Josie's father. Punishments for anything, groundings whenever she disagreed with him even remotely, and refusing to continue any of the Grey children's therapy for a few years. He'd been on a power trip since he'd begun dating Petunia, so much so that he often liked to introduce himself as Josie and Naomi's father.

The truth was, Josie had never had a father-daughter relationship with anyone. The closest thing she had to a father was Bobby Heyward.

The teen looked down to meet her mother's expectant gaze. She noticed the way her mother's green eyes lingered on her hair—no doubt messy from the bike ride home. Josie self-consciously reached up to try and flatten the knots as she avoided her mother's consuming stare.

"No, we-uhm, we had an argument. I thought it would be best if he just dropped me off." She continued to run her hand through her tangles. "The hair is from the windows being rolled down."

She removed her hands from her hair to pick at the skin around her nails, but her actions were stopped by the faint slap laid on skin. Her eyes immediately snapped up to meet her mother's stern gaze.

"Josephine, please speak up and stop picking at your fingers. You're going to give yourself wrinkly and cracked skin."

Petunia leaned back into the sofa and patted the spot beside her—a command for Josie to sit. The teen followed, tucking her legs under her and to the side, and tried to make herself comfortable. She observed her mother and Rose share a silent conversation with a look, and the blonde excused herself for more wine in the kitchen.

"You've heard about the hurricane coming through, Hurricane Agatha, is it?" Petunia looked toward one of the electricians impatiently, and he nodded once he'd noticed.

The woman barely acknowledged his answer and scoffed at his delayed response. Josie grimaced, and she sent him an apologetic look as he went back to work.

"Hurricane Agatha is coming through, and we need to be exceedingly prepared this time, given how harsh Hurricane Evan was on us. So, these lovely people are replacing the old generators and installing some solar paneling that we're hoping keeps the house running smoothly, should anything happen to the generators."

Turning to face her daughter, she tucked her legs to mimic Josie's. "Now, tell me what happened between you and Max. You said you had a fight?"

Josie knew she couldn't tell her mother the truth for a multitude of reasons. She could not let her know she was not, in fact, with Kiara last night, but was instead trespassing with the one person her mother disliked more than almost anyone on the island.

She also couldn't tell her the truth because she knew Petunia would go straight to Victor Shoupe, who would then explain why he'd let the duo go in the first place.

Josie wasn't sure if her mother knew about her father's return yet, and she didn't want to take any chances if she didn't. Josie undoubtedly could not ask her about it either.

It'd always been a sore spot—her parents' burning hatred for each other. Her father resented her mother for getting pregnant and essentially taking his life away from him, and her mother resented him for getting her pregnant at eighteen and being an asshole. Anytime he, or even the name Peter was mentioned, she turned into something similar to the other mother from Coraline.

So that was a no-go.

Josie also just wasn't keen on hearing the same lecture over and over again about how nothing good could come from hanging out with pogues. That they were all the same and were going to lead her and Kiara down a path of nothing but jail and struggling to make ends meet. An opinion that also stemmed from Petunia's hatred of Peter and his life as a pogue.

"Uh, well. He kind of..." Josie messed with the top of the couch, fiddling with her fingers in an attempt that she hoped looked apprehensive, but was really just her trying to come up with a lie. It must've worked, because her mother set the wine glass down atop a coaster on the coffee table and laid a hand on Josie's left arm to rub it comfortingly.

It was a manipulative tactic commonly used by Petunia to get her daughter relaxed enough to talk, and it always worked.

"M'ange, you know you can tell me anything. You have nothing to be embarrassed about. You're young, and you're a woman. Things are going to happen, and you have to be willing to speak up and be confident in your words."

Josie wished she could laugh at how ironic that statement was.

She couldn't tell her mother anything, as much as she loved her and wanted to. Josie would never be able to leave the house, much less be seen with the pogues.

Petunia already assumed that, because of Max, Josie had not spent any time with the pogues. In turn, she was less inclined to hover and question everything her daughter did. And Josie wished to keep it that way.

As Josie searched for any type of explanation, she figured her best cover would be to use another one of her predicaments. "Max asked me about sex the other day." Her mother's shoulders tensed, but Petunia nodded at the teen to continue.

"He told me that he thought we were getting pretty serious and that he wanted me to come over to his house and see how we feel. He asked me about it again today, and we just got into it."

If there was one thing Josie could be grateful to her mother for, it was her openness about sexuality and what she expected from her children. While Josie wasn't outwardly confident about the subject with just anyone, it was never seen as a taboo subject in their predominately female household.

So, the fact that Josie could use it as her out was the perfect solution to avoiding her real dilemma.

Petunia nodded and played with a strand of Josie's hair absentmindedly. "And why did you get into it? Do you not want that with him, or are you scared that Cory and I would disapprove? Because sweetheart-" Her mother gently grabbed at the back of Josie's knee and scooted the teen closer to her.

"The age of consent is seventeen, which you are. I know that it is unreasonable to ask any teen, especially one in a serious relationship, not to have sex. It's illogical. But I always want you to come to me with these things."

Josie pretended to be hesitant as she rubbed her arm. "I'm just nervous, you know? I don't want to end up seventeen and pregnant, and we know how non-effective condoms can be."

Josie knew that it was a bitchy move to so plainly use her older sister's high school mistake to shift her mother's attention somewhere else. She was kissing up at that point, but why not? Make her mom think that she was actively worried about not getting pregnant, unlike her estranged older sister. It'd steer the conversation away from any thought about the pogues or why she and Max were actually fighting.

She was using her mother's own manipulative tactics to ease them away from the previous topic.

"Well, there's an easy fix for that, sweetheart. I'll get you an appointment with Dr. Lorraine tomorrow for an IUD insertion. Problem solved." Petunia slightly raised her hand from its rest on the sofa to emphasize her point and squeezed Josie's knee.

"It was about time we put you on birth control anyway. I did it. Daisy did it. It's just unfortunate that it skipped one of you, but not to worry." She booped Josie's noses, smiling as if the solution to all of Josie's problems really was that easy. "I'll call her as soon as Rose and I finish overseeing the generators."

Petunia picked up her glass of wine from the table and laid a kiss on Josie's forehead, before she smoothed a finger in between her eyebrows. "Stop scrunching, m'ange. You'll get wrinkles." Her scold was accompanied by a sing-song voice as she walked away from the couch.

Once Petunia was fulfilled by Rose's company again, Josie shot up from the couch and made her way up the stairs and to her room.

As soon as Josie slammed the bedroom door behind her, she let out a long and loud groan. She pressed a hand to her chest to calm her racing heart. She knew that the day would eventually come when her mother caught on to every lie she'd been planting.

Secretly switching schools, hanging out with the pogues, seeing her father back in town, and her complex relationship with Max. She wasn't sure how much more she could spin the web without getting tangled in it.

She threw her backpack on her desk chair, before she plopped face first onto the rouge-colored comforter. She pulled a pillow under her face and let out a loud scream, overwhelmed by the events that had occurred that day.

And it wasn't even two p.m.

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"An IUD?" Kiara asked for clarification as she, Josie, and Pope sat on a blanket they'd laid out atop the sand.

Josie sat crisscrossed and found her solace in the sound of the waves rushing ashore. She'd texted Kie hours after arriving home, when she'd figured her best friend's shift had ended. She'd sent her a simple message: need to talk

Within twenty minutes, Kiara had been outside her front door with Pope in tow. They'd brought a blanket, a picnic basket, and a cup of coffee with Josie's name on it. She was just glad that her friends were able to be there.

There was no one else Josie wanted to confide in more than those two. There were some things only her level-headed friends could sympathize with and give their advice on.

"Yeah. And I mean, to be fair, it's not completely unexpected. We've always talked about what birth controls are most effective and what we'd prefer. Both my mom and Daisy got IUDs. I figured it's better than her knowing about what actually happened."

She happily munched on the PB&J Kie had packed for her, uncaring about any dining manners her mother had instilled in her. She wiped the crumbs on her shirt off with her hand, and she crumpled the plastic wrap once she'd finished half.

"Your family is so weird sometimes. I mean, your mom is a scary jackass who tries to control your every whim, no offense." Josie shook her head in assurance as Pope spoke, aware of her mother's ruthlessness. "But at the same time, she's chill about you having sex and is just like, yeah, sure, no problem?"

"I think, from a lawyer's perspective, the main difference in her mind is logistics. She's aware that I'm of consenting age and a teen who's probably gonna have sex, so she takes it in stride and openly talks about it. But with the pogues..." Josie shot a matter-of-fact look towards Kie.

"She's never liked them, ever. Even growing up, she was taught that they were scummy low-lifers. She thinks that the only thing I can gain from being one is a criminal record. In her own twisted brain, she has this bias toward the pogues that no one, especially not me, will be able to change. She thinks it's what's best for me."

Josie solemnly looked down at the other half of her sandwich. "Not to mention the fact that her least favorite people in the world are all pogues."

Josie shrugged off her complicated feelings to insist that it wasn't a big deal. She finished the sandwich and placed the plastic back in the basket, silently hoping for someone to change the topic.

She glanced over at Kiara again, who knowingly gazed back at her.

It kind of gave Josie the creeps—how much Kie could read her with just a few simple looks. Kiara could easily tell how much Petunia's dislike of The Cut residents actually got to her, and her expression made that understanding clear.

"I just...I don't know. I just know that not being with you guys is not what's best for me at all, y'know?"

Laughing, Pope reached over to ruffle her hair. Josie swatted at his hand in return. "Yeah, without us, you'd be a boring old kook who'd probably spit in our food before serving us."

Josie nodded; the reputation of the pogues was never lost on her. She would've been completely brainwashed had she not met JJ and John B.

"Exactly, but my mom doesn't see it that way. She'd never accept how happy I am with you guys or how much you mean to me. Like, sometimes I don't think I could think properly without you guys. Every emotion or thing that happens to me, you're the people I go to. But I can't tell her that because she wouldn't listen to any of it. She already thinks she knows everything about everything; she'd never be able to admit that the preconceived ideas she had about pogues can be wrong."

Kiara chuckled once Josie finished, and she reached out to throw her left arm over the girl's shoulders. "Glad you got that off your chest?"

The auburn-haired girl huffed out in relief and nodded, pulling her knees up to her chest. She intertwined her hand with Kiara's, which hung from her shoulder, and squeezed it in comfort.

"I just wish I could unwrap her hand from around my neck, as morbid as it sounds."

"Do you think that's why you're so adamant about not going to Yale? Because you want to be able to show her that she can't control you?" Kiara's question caused Josie to gently push her arm off and fall back into the blanket.

She covered her eyes with her forearm and groaned out in annoyance, rubbing her forehead in an attempt to calm herself. "Don't even get me started on college. I haven't even told JJ I'm applying to colleges, much less told my mom I don't want to go to law school."

"You'd think your mom would've already realized that you're not cut out to be a lawyer," Pope teased as he joined his red-haired best friend's flat position on the blanket. Kie followed, so that they both settled on either side of Josie.

"Apparently not. She's already told so many people that Yale is my top school and that she's planning on buying a house in Connecticut so we can all be close to each other. She's so desperate to leave Kildare." Josie scrunched her face to show her distaste for her mother's beloved plan.

"Imagine how mad she's gonna be when she finds out I want to go to Chapel Hill and that I want to study archeology or history. She's actually gonna murder me."

Kiara blew out a breath through her pursed lips. "You have two vastly different predicaments here, JoJo. Your mom, who wants you to move ten hours away to Yale, and JJ, who will probably blow a gasket when you tell him you're planning to move three hours away."

Josie gently slapped Kiara's arm that was placed between them, before she smacked her hand over the younger girl's mouth. Despite Josie's hand, Kiara continued to speak. "Do you even qualify for Yale?"

"Her ACT score was a thirty-four first try, and I'm pretty sure your GPA is solid." Pope sat up to address Kiara, eyes flickering back to Josie for confirmation of her over-achieving statistics. "Not to mention the fact that she was VP last year and president this year." He shot a playful glare Josie's way when he mentioned her win against him for student government.

Josie rolled her eyes and pushed him back down, removing the hand she'd held over Kie's mouth. "That ACT was a fluke at best. I'm just a good test taker, you know that. If I were to take it again, I'd probably get, like, a twenty-five at most."

Pope gaped at the girl to his right, astonished that she could be admonishing her achievements that easily. But she was visibly uncomfortable with the conversation's route as she shrugged.

"Fluke or not, Jose, it doesn't matter. You already got the thirty-four; it's logged. With your mom's internship last summer, your grades, extracurriculars, and the recommendation letter you're gonna get, you're pretty much set. Being accepted isn't your problem; it's telling your mom you're not going that is." He paused, raising his brows at her.

"You're not going, right?"

Kie scoffed and sat up completely, glaring down at Pope from across Josie. "Of course she's not going, right, Jose? She wants to be an archeologist, or a historian, not a lawyer. Plus, there's absolutely no way I'm letting you move almost six hundred miles away."

Josie nodded in agreement and grabbed both of her friend's hands. "Duh, I'm not going. Even if I get accepted; do you think I could deal with only coming home on holidays and breaks?" She nudged Pope's shoulder with her own. "I'd miss you way too much. We're gonna be Tar Heels together whether you like it or not."

"Yep, and when you're done with college, you and I are starting our travels to Scotland and Morocco." Kie grinned.

Josie rose from her position to wrap her arms around her friend and playfully shake her. "You bet! You're gonna help me find Libertalia. We're gonna be so rich that we can go build houses, schools, and wells, and then travel to wherever the hell we want."

It was Josie's historical pipe dream to find Libertalia. Ever since the stories of her childhood that claimed the clues to find Libertalia were buried with Captain Henry Avery's heist treasure in Scotland, Josie had set her mind on continuing what many before her couldn't. Her friends were well aware of how much it was Josie's only-from-a-miracle dream to one day find the supposed pirate paradise while dressed in the riches of Captain Avery.

She'd been obsessed with treasure hunting since before she could remember. It came with the whole, loving history thing, in addition to the stories her father had told her when she couldn't sleep. On the rare occasions he could stand to be around her, Josie had found that he was the most incredible storyteller she'd ever met.

Stories of lost cities and pirates that had faked their deaths, Peter Grey filled his middle daughter's head with dreams of swashbuckling and finding gold.

The dreams to find Libertalia and Avery's riches of paradise weren't necessarily because she wanted the money as much as it was that she wanted the experience. She wanted to learn about the ways legendary pirates thought and what they did in their moments of desperation. She wanted to learn about the unknown.

She wanted to be a part of what could be one of the biggest archeological finds of this century.

"Well, send me a postcard." Pope laughed from behind Josie, and she turned to hit his knee. Her brow quirked at him as he rose into a sitting position.

"You're telling me you don't want to be there when I find the legendary utopian pirate colony. When I find the treasure of the biggest, most successful pirate heist in all of history?" She placed a hand to her chest in faux offense, laughing when he shoved her shoulder.

"Okay, but in all seriousness, I love you guys. With everything piling up in my life, I'm so lucky to know that I have you guys, and the last thing I'd ever do is leave that behind. Through every shit thing life throws at me, I got my pogues. And John B." Josie's nose crinkled at the mention of their other best friend, causing Kie and Pope to burst into loud laughter.

"Okay, okay, now that that's out of my system." Josie turned to pull her camera out of her backpack, grinning at Pope as he rolled his eyes and lightheartedly groaned.

"Oh, please, you didn't really think I was gonna let us go on a picnic without getting some pics of us, did you?" She teasingly smirked. "Besides, how else am I supposed to remember you guys when I'm in Connecticut?"

A handful of sand hit her torso, and she turned to her right to meet Kiara's playful glare as she wiped her hand off on the blanket. Josie narrowed her eyes and lifted the camera with one hand, reaching out to squish her friend's cheeks in the other.

After she snapped the photo, she let go of Kie's face and turned the camera to show her the photo. She couldn't help the belly laugh that erupted when Kiara made a face like she'd just eaten a lemon.

"Delete that, now."

Josie giggled as she shook her head and snapped another picture of Kiara's annoyed face. When Kiara tried to reach for the camera, Josie held it away from her grasp and jumped to her feet. She took another two photos of her best friends on the blanket, smiling to herself as she inspected them on the screen.

"C'mon, losers! It looks like the clouds are gonna be gone just enough for us to see the sunset, and I'll be damned if we don't get any good pictures!"

The trio stayed on the beach for another hour, gossiping about their own family drama and posing for Josie's photos, when their phones all buzzed at the same time. In the WhatsApp group chat, they'd received a selfie of JJ and John B angrily pouting. It was a response to a photo the trio had sent them of the sunset.

Below the picture was a text from each boy. John B's text read as such: u guys are assholes and meanies and no longer allowed HMS access unless u come to the Chat right now and fill us in on why u're hanging w/out us. u have twenty minutes

JJ's text followed right after:cant believe u guys wuld do this to me. jombie i get, but me? i will be having very strong worbs with corporate

"Oh, so his dyslexic ass knows how to spell corporate, but not would?" Pope laughed as he shoved his phone into his pocket. The trio began to make their way back up the beach toward their previous setup.

Josie shrugged as she placed her own phone in her back pocket. "He has spell check on his phone, so I have no clue why it wouldn't auto-correct. I refuse to believe he knew how to spell corporate without help."

They approached the picnic they'd left and speedily threw all of their trash and leftovers into the basket. Kie laughed, before motioning toward Josie as if she'd just remembered something. "Wait, aren't you technically corporate?"

"I think an exception can be made for us." Josie wrapped the camera strap around her neck as Kie and Pope picked up their bags and the basket. She picked up the blanket and folded it around her arms, before they headed back to the Jeep.

"After all, I do it all the time when JJ and I hang out without you guys."

Gasping, Kie narrowed her eyes and pointed at the grinning girl. "I knew you were playing favorites that last time I complained about being left out from lunch!"

"What was I supposed to do? He promised me a whole bag of blue sour patch kids!" Josie laughed at the pout Kie wore at Josie's defense.

They shoved everything into the trunk, and Josie overheard Kie mumble something to herself about going to a museum without Josie. The redhead cackled as she shut the trunk, and she rounded the Jeep with the other two.

Josie slid into the driver's seat, Kie in the passenger seat, and Pope behind her. "Alright, let's go before John B actually revokes Pogue privileges."

As Josie cranked the car, Kiara, the designated DJ, grabbed the aux cord and connected her phone. As if the girls had the same brain, Kie immediately navigated to their shared playlist of car jams and scrolled until she found the exact sound she was looking for.

Josie couldn't hide the smile on her face as the first notes of the familiar guitar riff began to play.

Midnight. You come and pick me up, no headlights.

⋄ ⋟⋆ june 16, 2020

I woke up this morning light and full of air, walking on the sunshine that was the feeling of contentment that consumed my being. only to have that sunshine ripped from under my feet midday, the splashing of freezing ocean water once again consuming me into its depths. I then spent my time fearing the worst. that I was unlovable. that I was the burden of my friends' lives as they lived to fly, and I was on the ground begging to be picked up and placed in their pockets. I spent the day worrying that the people, the person, that I care for more than anything saw me as a burden. but I've come to realize now, as I sway on a hammock in the comfort of those very same people, that it is not a bad thing. people are meant to be burdens. we as humans rely on and support one another. it is not a bother at all; it is our purpose. as I would do absolutely anything to make the ones I love happy, they would do the exact same. because to love and be loved in return is all any of us can really ask for. we were made to love.

- josephine grey ⋄ ⋟⋆

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donanimee · 2 years ago

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WARNING: MIGHT CONTAIN SPOILERS FROM MANGA SO IF YOU ONLY WATCH THE ANIME AND NOT THE MANGA THEN DON'T READ THIS.

Today the morning heavy rain that happened where i live fitted my mood from today and last week manga, because those two chapters really stabbed my heart and made me want more, especially from last week. Im talking about Chapters 385 and 386 of Boku no Hero Academia manga.

Ever since Chapter 386 many doors of possibilities were open and now many of us are uncertain of the fate of our favorite heroes, especially after, you probably know who :_( , lost his wings in order to protect his pupil, if it wasn't for him ( and Mineta which I have no idea where he came from) Dark Shadow woule have become an slave to that demon. Seeing how umpredictable this arc and Horikoshi are who knows who will lose either their quirk, a limb or their life next and what will become of them after the war.

Even when we not know what will happen next, the chapter from this week might gave us a guess and confirmation of the fates of some beloved characters, especially our favorite LOV generals, Dabi aka Touya Todoroki. And, even if it hurts me A LOT to say it, but now the chances of saving him are a lot lower than ever, especially after learning this:

Even if we had the hope of him surviving the battle, and maybe having his body rewinded by Eri (after all, NOBODY likes when a beloved character, whenever they are a hero or villian, from a beloved series perishes) , now the chances of him surviving are most likely 1%, but even now that only seems like false hope since any moment now, our beloved Touya will blow up into pieces destroying everything around him, which will probably be witnessed by Shoto and the other Todorokis, which will be a huge blow in their hearts having to lose a loved one twice and right in front of their eyes. Like a certain super pig once said:

"Miles, the hardest thing about this job is you can't always save everybody." - Spider Ham from Spiderman into the Spiderverse.

Which also brings a huge theory that came into my mind: Will Endevour live or die?

With how many ocs we have lost in the anime like Sir Nighteye, Magne, Twice, Gran Torino (probably), Midnight, the heroes at the paranormal front war, and sadly our explosion boy Dynamight who they are really taking their time to bring him back to life, we might see more sad deaths in the future, and with one possibly confirmed we may have two more as a probability, one being Endevour aka Enji Todoroki. Lets be honest here, besides Mineta aka Grape Juice, Endevour its one of the most disliked characters in the series because of what he did to his family, even in fanfiction he is a complete jerk or even 10 times worse than in the anime. Even so afrer becoming Number 1 and reflecting on his past kinda did a turning point on his development and made him determined not only to become a better hero but a better father as well, even if Shoto and Natsuo reject his attempts. No wonder Toshinori compared Bakugo to him since they are kinda alike. So its more of a conflicted though even though its a possibility especially since he is the one closest to Dabi who has literally become a living time bomb and doesnt know it. And even if he learns of it i dont think he will want to abandon his son again, even in his last moments and it may risk him his life.

And he already has been having thoughts of his family been better without him and especially with this hints from the series: his guilt and depression over Dabi's identity reveal and remembering what he did to his family in the past, he building a separate house for his family due to believing that they are better off without him, and most importantly his dreams of his family happily having dinner togheter only that he is not there. And i think he is really serious about stop running away from his problems and his own son even if it gets him killed. I kinda imagine it him saying meaningful words to Touya before he reaches his limit and hugging him in tears as he is about to explode while he apologizes to him, Shoto, and his family( if the last two get a glimpse or view of each other as it happens) and I even imagined his picture next to Touya's in the altar. So this is my theory.

So about the other loss im not sure it will happen but this really surprised me

I knew this guy wouldnt just sit still and do nothing, and it touched me how he remembered the words Izuku asked him in the rooftop and became inspired by them. And i never expected him and AFO to have a rematch after Kamino. But even so after seeing him defeat the heroes in the last battle the chances of All Might winning may be low but he still fights ( and I wouldnt be surprised if those Iron Man like support gear came from Mei Hatsume) even though seeing how AFO is being consumed by Tomura's wild negative emotions and if the tables get tuned, im not sure both lives will be spared in this match, either Toshinori reunites with Nana, his former mentor, right away after this or gets fatally wounded and we might get another sad hospital farewell like Mirio and Nighteye. We already saw how Izuku reacted to Bakugo's death, imagine how will he react when he learns of what happened, or might happen, to his mentor, idol, and father figure.

I really hope we dont have too many chapters left for this to be over, and that we dont get 1 week delays too ( even if we do need a break after each chapter release the closer sooner this is over the better). Wonder what next week will have stored for us, we'll have to wait and see.

#my hero academia #touya todoroki #bnha hawks #my hero academia hawks #mha takami keigo #dabi my hero academia #dabi #keigo takami #all migth #bnha toshinori #mha toshinori #endevour #mha endeavor #mha manga spoilers #mha chapter 385 #mha chapter 386 #enji todoroki

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7 and 15 for the ask meme! Also you've already said it for yourself, but I want you to know the shaft scene of Underdark lives in my head rent-free. Everything from the moment the train lights pass overhead to the moment Mikey has to climb back out of the shaft with Leo tied to his back. That's like a chapter and a half, I'm sure 50% sure, but I remember like it's been painted on my memory.

me, the author, typing away: oh god this is so STRESSFUL I wonder what happens next

Glad that's someone else's favourite ♥

7. What’s a trope you love to write?

Too many to count. I know I definitely round back to the same ones a lot, but I think the one I love to write (because now that I think about it I do this a lot lmao) it's > take hero and handicap in some way (whether literally or he's just out of his depth) > hero gets underestimated > hero proceeds to think outside the box and kick your ass with whatever improvised tactic comes to hand Because I LOVE ME SOME INTELLIGENT CHARACTERS and I do this in just about everything, and it may be a direct response to being tired of watching otherwise competent characters get damselled and lie around helpless when they really shouldn't be. (The flip side is if I actually do damsel someone they are fucked up to a level where they Literally Cannot and they will probably fight all the way down to that level because it's the only way to stop my brain from going "but they could do this and--")

I first did that with Kenshin in Tanabata Jasmine, where the bad guys broke his collarbone and took his sword away and he proceeded to have a fight with first a chair leg and then a bowl of rice, so. Kaoru was thinking outside the box the entire time when she was being a small time hacker sliding her way into one of the Top 5 Scariest Zaibatsu In Existence in Zaibatsu Project. That was fun. The list continues from there. I guarantee you this is coming in No Rest For The Weary. A lot. I like underdog fights and impossible odds with inspired badassery. (I also do this in RP a lot, boy Nami did a lot of improv fighting in Luceti.)

15. Are there words, phrases, mannerisms or scenes you tend to use a lot?

OH I SEE HOW IT IS, MY BETA CALLING ME OUT-- jkjk. Um, yes. Mostly Said-Bookisms, which I keep a tight eye on these days because I want to describe tone for every piece of dialogue someone writes and it's Not Necessary. But I'm fond of people speaking mildly and dryly and I like injecting life into conversations but boy it's sure easy to go Too Far with that, so. I also abuse the em dash like many authors and because my usual MO is to switch between Third Person Limited, the passages often have a lot of disconnected thoughts as they start thinking about something else or something happens, so. There are a lot of paragraphs that end with -- and then they sidetrack.

I bet there are phrases that I use a lot. One is 'white-knuckled' which is unfortunate because I'm currently talking about a bunch of kids with green skin and I already noticed I just absently used that in the very first chapter of NRFTW whoops. Also, hilariously, I'm pretty sure I've used the sentence 'He Slept' on its own a few times lately, irony of that story title. I often finish chapters/sections with a very short tl;dr sentence, lmao.

And scenes-- I try my best not to repeat on these, but apparently Mikey and Leo snoozing in bed together is gonna be a repeat theme. Characters waking up confused b/c of concussions and/or drugs and/or Bits of Black Ice Programs Trapped In Their Heads. Bizarrely, I have also written two boardroom scenes in which the protag has to face a bunch of murderous capitalists and outwit them on a verbal scale. The fact that that one occurred twice was not intentional and is a source of great amusement to me.

Thank you!

Fanfic Writer Ask game here.

#ask meme #nekotsuki #rottmnt #rurouni kenshin #tmnt #@shadowbends

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myimaginesandrp · 4 years ago

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Force Sensitive Reader Part 6

Part one

Summary: Your new life is shaken when a prisoner is brought to the Finalizer.

Words: 3k

Warnings: M, angst, etc.

A/N: I decided to split this last part up. Hope you like it :) a bijjillion mistakes as always.

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Three years.

It had been exactly three years since you’d flown away from the life you thought you were destined to be in, from the people you loved, the people you thought loved you back. By now you figured they’d be nothing more than a distant memory, if not completely forgotten, but that wasn’t the case at all. Those pleading brown eyes that you missed more than anything burned in the back of your mind as you lost yourself in the vastness of space before you.

The dark emptiness reminded you of him every time you looked out a viewport, reminded you of why you’d left it all behind. The Resistance was nothing more than a memory now, but you could still hear his voice calling out to you, echoing through your thoughts uninvited. The memory was hazy in your mind, but you still remembered. How could you not? He was your first love. He never cried before, but you could still see the glistening trail of tears running down his cheeks as you tore away from him and into the never-ending expanse of space.

Today was your anniversary, and it just so happened that your heart bled with pain just as it did when it was first broken. It was making your mind flood with memories you’d much rather forget. Some wounds just never healed. And these memories happened to be the reason why you were stuck in the base instead of running head first into the action below.

Commander’s orders.

You balled your hands into fists as you stood in front of a viewport, looking out into the abyss that adorned your home. If you could even call the cold metal structure a home. The finalizer was nothing compared to the base you’d be moving into soon, but it was frigid enough to remind you that this was the First Order. The small room you found yourself in was your personal escape from the flurry of action happening outside. It was small and grey with a refresher and a bed so big it took up half the room. A funny thing it was, since you didn't get much use out of it. Sleeping was your least favorite activity now a days since all it did was rob your peace with the nightmares that came along with it. Aside from a small shelf with a couple of trinkets, the room remained bare and clean. You liked it that way, especially since a lot of things tended to be thrown around lately. It wasn’t paradise, but it was enough. The best part was no one dared bother you in here.

The commander was the only one bold enough to waltz into your quarters whenever he wanted. That was given your unusual relations with the fella. He’s the one who’d gifted it to you, after all. The room wasn’t the only thing he’d given you. Ever since that night long ago when you swore loyalty to him, you climbed the ranks of the order very quickly. Being an Admiral came with many perks. Respect, that was honestly just fear, but you liked to think you were the most approachable of the people in your rank. Access to any ship you wanted, free reign to see anything in the galaxy. But today none of that mattered, because Kylo kept you grounded like a child and it made your blood boil.

Footsteps echoed in the hall outside as the small fleet of storm troopers prepared themselves for the mission ahead. They were scrambling to gather as many people as possible since most of the others were out transfering to Star Killer Base. You’d never been there personally, but from what you knew, this was gonna change the war, and by default, your sleeping arrangements. It was time for a little change anyway.

The viewport from your quarters was just large enough for you to see the planet in the near distance. Jakku. The desert planet used to be lush and green many years before, before war hit it. Now it was just a shipwrecked wasteland, but oh was it a treasure to you now.

Tuanul was especially hard to find, but alas the village was well in our radar now. Tuanul, where the fragment piece of the map to Skywalker was. The one you’d spent the last five years looking for, and now it was just within your grasp.

It was about time you had gathered intel from the Resistance. It had been weeks and you’d finally located in the Western Reaches on the Inner Rim. Of all places it had to be out here. It was a hard earned fight you were particularly proud of. The resistance fighters were growing bold and reckless. Still, you’d managed to intercept the intel in spite of Black Leader becoming the biggest nuisance to your cause.

Hot anger ran through your body at the thought of you missing him and these days you flew side by side. He didn’t deserve your thoughts, he didn't deserve your love, much less your pity. You were about to end him and everything he believed in and he deserved it. He betrayed you, and finding Skywalker first would be the little justice you deserved. That’s what you told yourself anyway.

As you paced from one end of the viewport to the other, you saw the cluster of TIE fighters swirling in and out of the station. Any moment now they’d leave and if Kylo had anything to say about it, we’d be a step closer to finishing this whole mess. The cycle was almost over, the dark shadow of the night slowly engulfed the planet into the bitter darkness surrounding it. Any moment now.

Your thoughts were interrupted by the sudden shift in energy outside. You always sensed him long before he entered the room, the sound of scurrying footsteps were a dead giveaway. His presence was so loud, even though he was silent most of the time. Everyone was so damn afraid of him nowadays, he was so easily irritated. The closer you seemed to get to Skywalker, the more unstable and short tempered he got and just about everyone tried and failed to stay out of his way. Even your walls fell victim to his rage not long ago; the smell of burnt metal still lingered if you stood too close.

You pulled your thoughts together to focus on the present. He’d be angry if he knew what you were thinking about, and you weren’t gonna give him the satisfaction of being right to keep you in the finalizer. You scrambled to run different scenarios in your head, the ones that he liked. You needed him in a good mood. It was useless to try and persuade him to let you go, you knew how stubborn he was, but damn it if you weren’t worse.

The door opened with a hiss but you didn’t bother to look back, not until you heard it close behind him with a loud thud. He was standing in your personal space when you turned to face him. His mask was looming over you, almost matching with the dark abyss outside. There in the reflection you could see your own eyes staring back at you, pale and lifeless. He didn’t speak, always one to let you imprison yourself with your own words.

“I should be going in that fleet” you said, stepping away from him to look out the viewport again.

“Your thoughts are exceptionally loud today” the too familiar sound of his voice modulator rang behind you. He watched as your body tensed in front of him, just the response he was expecting from you. It was comical how well he knew you. But he wasn’t smiling, not when he sensed your inner conflict all the way across the ship.

“They’re always loud before a mission,” you said trying to defend yourself. “Just so happens all my planning is going to waste”. You folded your arms against your chest, mostly to keep the illusion that you had yourself under control.

“You’re needed here” he said. That was a lie. You curled your lip as you turned to face him again hoping he would notice it, but you knew it made no difference to him. He knew what you’d been thinking about, as he always did. There really wasn’t a single thing you could hide from him.

“Y/N” His gloved had reached up to cup your cheek before his fingers trailed down your jaw. They lingered on the scar that ran up from jaw up to your lip. The walls weren’t the only things that fell victim to his rage. Just so happened you had to learn the hard way one time too many.

“Commander” You bit your lip to stop it from trembling because even though you'd been so careful, Poe’s face flashed into your mind. It was only for a moment, but he saw it, you knew. You could sense him change immediately. His grip tightened around your whole jaw. When he spoke his voice was deeper, and sharp and you knew you were not winning this time.

“When I’m back I'm gonna make sure my name is the only thing in your mind” your breath hitched when the leather brushed against your throat. In spite of yourself you felt a chill run down your back at the thought of what was waiting for you this evening. It should make you feel sick, but your body responded to his touch in ways you wish it didn’t.

“Yes commander” you said. He kept you there for a tense moment until the growing number of footsteps outside reminded you both what needed to be done. With one last squeeze he brushed his thumb over your scar. A sigh left you when his hand finally pulled away from you.

“Happy anniversary ” he said, calling out behind him as he turned to leave, leaving you in stunned bitter silence. Only the trailing ends of his cape lingered behind him as the swish of the metal door closed you in.

You let out a groan and turned to face the viewport once again, your fingers gripping onto the metal framing it. Maker, were you in for it now. Acquiring the fragment piece of the map was your only hope. Your eyes followed the small fleet of ships as they made their way from the station, weaving forward as the remaining bit of light of the planet was finally engulfed by the darkness surrounding it.

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Time always passed slowly in the finalizer. An hour, a cycle, it was always an eternity for you, especially when you needed answers. Especially today when you were so close to getting what you needed. Especially now that all your hard work for the past three years was on the line and you couldn’t even see it unfold before your eyes. And especially when the people in charge of having your plans go through were a small fleet of stormtroopers who, for the most part, worked in sanitation. Time was ever so slow, even when you’d been watching out the viewport for the past four hours and the numbers on the hologram said only 30 minutes had passed.

It was a good thing you’d been called to oversee new transport plans for the new base or else you’d have lost your mind by now. The quiet taps of the people moving around you was relaxing and for once in a long time you found yourself enjoying the work. The air was still heavy from anticipation, but the atmosphere always changed when the commander was gone. The promise of Kylo coming into your quarters this evening had you on the edge, but this little distraction reminded you of all the people who depended on you to survive.

Time always passed slowly, but somehow it pushed forward. After what seemed like an eternity later, the alarms began to blare around the station. The sudden shift in energy pulled you into action. Several medical droids were dispatched to the ship hangar and the hallways rushed into a frenzy of people.

You pushed forward, wanting to head straight to Kylo and ask how the mission went, but you were needed in the med bay. It never got easier, seeing so many wounded people crying out for help. For a time you’d turned numb to it, and you liked it that way. You could work and help people one after the other without letting any attachment get in the way. But as of late it seemed harder and harder to ignore the pain that flowed through the rooms after the battles. Still the rush of working in the medical bay made time fly by and soon you were so consumed in your work that the outcome of the mission was almost forgotten.

Hours later as you made your way back to your quarters, the buzz of the hallways seemed to die down to a low murmur. A side from a small group of medical droids returning to their stations, they remained empty. By the time you neared your quarters, the sound of your boots clicking the floor was the only sound that echoed through the corridors.

You didn’t sense him at first. The quiet moans that filled your mind seemed to pass off as the cries from the recently wounded fleet. But you’d been so good at zoning them out. No this one was different. This one had such a strange familiarity to it that you just couldn’t place.

You didn’t sense it until your skin was crawling down your back. Until your feet seemed to guide you down the wrong hallways.The walls shifted around you, to a darker sound proof material you had seen only once. Only once because one time was enough to drag you away from this part of the ship forever. Yet here you went, following the muffled voice in your head. Down and down until the only rooms that stood in front of you were the interrogation rooms.

At the end of the hallway you were met with two stormtroopers stepping out of one of the rooms.The pristine white on their hands and arms were soiled with fresh blood splatters that didn't belong to either of them. As you approached you tried to remember the last time the order had taken a prisoner. Most of the time Kylo made short work of the enemy and took them out. Who could possibly be important enough to keep around?

“Admiral” The short breath coming from one of the stormtroopers made your eyebrows raise in suspicion. They looked at each other, unsure of what to do. As if you’d caught them in the middle of something no one should have seen.

“Girls” you said, nodding towards the room “What’s going on?” After a short pause one of them decided to speak up, only for the other to raise her hand to stop her. Clearly they’d gotten orders to keep things classified. With a wave of a hand you stepped towards them. There was only one way you were getting anything out of them.

“Go on, you can tell me” you said in a sickly sweet voice. Their shoulders immediately slumped, letting you know the trick was working

“The mission was a bit of a failure ma’m. We didn’t find the fragment piece”You frowned, trying very hard not to have an episode in front of them.

The mission was a failure. The words rang in your mind for a moment as you watched the pair in front of you cower in fear. Such as it was when they were forced to inform their superiors of bad news, but there was more they weren’t telling you. You pushed your pride aside for a moment. If we didn’t find the piece fragment what had they found?

“We took in prisoners?” Again they looked at eachother. One began to fidget her feet with the ground, not wanting to look directly at you. You raised your eyebrows, waiting for them to give you an answer.

“Y-yes ma'am just one” said the one of them. The other looked around as if someone was about to pop out of the wall and discover them. They were too paranoid, and you needed to know why.

“Who?” you said as you took a step towards the room. With trembling legs they both followed your move, stepping in between the room and yourself. You looked them both over surprised at how bold they were to get in your way. Any other superior would have ended them by now, and if you weren’t so curious to know who the prisoner was, you’d have done it too.

“Commander Ren ordered that no one was to speak to the prisoner ma'am” The nervous one blurted out before shrinking away behind her companion. Well that explained it.

“I don’t plan on speaking to him,” you said with a dark laugh. But when you tried to step forwards they blocked you again.

“We insist,” they said. The noise of their voice modulators rang down the corridor. For a moment you considered their insolence and you almost snapped their necks there and then, but you could sense their fear. Kylo must’ve done his work on them already. In spite of your depleting patience, you took a deep breath through your nose and looked them over.

“Very well,” you said, waving your hand in front of them. If they weren’t telling you anything, you'd see it yourself. “It is alright that I go see the prisoner” Their whole body relaxed at your words and you let yourself smile.

“Admiral you can go see the prisoner,” said one of them with a nod.

“You will both leave and take a lap around the ship”

“We’re gonna go take a lap around the ship m’am” said the nervous one.

“A big lap, maybe two” the other agreed.

“Very well then, on your way” you said, gesturing for them to make their way past you. You shook your head and watched until they were out of sight. They were too easy sometimes. Once you decided no one else would bother you, you took a deep breath and made your way down the corridor until you found the room you were looking for.

One step is all it took. One step into the room and you sense him. You sense his discomfort and your eyes trail the room until they land on the interrogation chair in front of you. The prisoner was facing away but you knew, you knew when you’d seen the messy curls resting on top of his head. You knew when you saw the outline of his face peek from behind the metal. And you knew and your heart shattered when a quiet moan filled in the silence of the room.

“Y/N”

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Accidental Turn-Ons; Hawks x Dom! Reader

Genre: angst to fluff to smut

Type: Oneshot

Summary: Hawks returns home from a mission, clearly exhausted, and you take the time to give him a little massage! However, it doesn’t quite have the effects you expected.

Word Count: 3.5K

Warnings: minor dub-con (Y/n doesn't know that what they're doing is sexual for Hawks), stress, minor injuries, Keigo's adorable bird tendencies, sexual innuendo, dom y/n, wing play, feather play, nicknames, edging, dacryphilia, handjobs, aftercare

Other: Yo this might actually be my best smut yet

Inspiration: This was actually inspired by my own piece of work, MHA Characters + Their Biggest Kinks where I spoke about Hawks’ wing and back kink and how it relates to his avian traits.

Taglist: @smolchildfangirl @mandalorian-baby-bird @waffleareniceandfluffy @catcherisvibin @thesubtlewhore @popcatx0

You paced the living room, glancing between the TV and the door. The news station had cut away from the fight five minutes ago, which meant your boyfriend was either in the hospital getting treated for any injuries he might have sustained, dealing with fans, dealing with paperwork, or on his way home.

Your phone buzzed and you raced to grab it off the couch, fearing an incoming call from the hospital, or a news alert about the well-being of the man you loved.

You bit the inside of your cheek as you realized it was just an email from work, not even marked important. You tossed your phone back onto the couch with a groan.

Wasted build-up. Your mind grumbled

Your eyes flicked back to the TV, watching as the reporter rambled on about yet another stupid thing America had going on as you waited for something, anything to happen. Right when you were getting ready to pick your phone back up from the couch cushions when you heard a light tap tap tappity tap against the thick glass of the sliding glass door that led to your balcony.

You dashed across the living room, accidentally knocking a chair over as you raced to reach the sliding glass door that led to the balcony. You'd recognize his special knock any day, even if he changed it all the time whenever he forgot it. You always had patience with him, you knew he had too many things on his mind with Hero Work to always remember a random knock.

You grabbed the handle, yanking the door open with a wide grin, finally laying eyes on your bird boy. He had a hand stuffed in his pocket, the other rubbing at the back of his neck.

"Hey, Y/n. So sorry I'm late, been flying all day so naturally I'm a little sore. No excuse for missing movie night but-"

"I'm just so glad you're here!" You exclaimed, taking his cheeks in your hands and rubbing at his cheekbones. "I'm so sorry you're hurting, come inside I'll get a heating pack, or a cooling pack, maybe some lotion and I could give you a massage." You babbled, tugging him inside.

"A massage and some cuddles sound great," he sighed, eyes tired. You never liked the fact that Keigo was a hero. He worked too hard, too much, and for so long. He was still young, he should be appreciating life and spending time on himself and with his lover and not with the commission. "Oh I uh, I found this for you."

He took one of your hands off his face, taking his other hand out of his pocket and pressing something cold and smooth into your palm. You opened your fingers, a soft smile growing on your face at the sight of a smooth pretty white rock with grey and black speckles.

"Oh, Kei, this is beautiful. I love it~" you pressed a kiss to Keigo's cheek, loving the way he trilled. He was always so excited to pick up random items he found pretty or interesting, and he'd always give them right to you. It was truly adorable, you loved his gifts. His wings fluttered in happiness for a moment before he winced slightly in pain, happiness vanished in a reminder of his stress from the day.

"Ouch, okay, sitting down time," he muttered, stumbling past you to flop down on the couch. You grabbed the lotion from the kitchen counter (you kept it there for whenever he came home with sore muscles). You set the stone down on the coffee table, tapping it twice in a small show of affection before sitting next to Keigo.

"Shirt off Birdie," you said, squirting some lotion into your palm before rubbing them together.

"Hey, at least buy me a drink first," he chuckled, tugging his jacket off and peeling off his tight hero shirt. You sighed, deciding not to comment on his tacky flirting, knowing you'd been dating for almost a year now.

He turned his back to you, crossing his legs. He folded his wings, lowering them to give you access to his shoulders and shoulder blades. You pressed your fingers against one of his shoulders, finding a large knot almost immediately. You heard him hiss, and your frown increased.

"I know it hurts but it will hurt a lot less when I'm finished," you told him, pressing a gentle kiss to the nape of his neck. The hair there rose against your skin, a shiver shooting down his spine. You blinked, confused at his reaction. Maybe it was uncomfortable for him. You resolved not to kiss there again.

You continued to rub against his tightened muscles, listening to his soft hisses and groans. You pulled away after about six minutes, picking up the lotion bottle and squirted some more into your palms.

"Hey, when you finish with mm~ when you finish with that shoulder could you do around my wing joints? Down my spine, y'know?"

"Are there muscles there?" you asked, most people didn't have muscles down their spines, usually it was just the ridges of said bones.

"Yeah, I do," he explained quickly. You nodded pressing into his knot, slowly working down when it eased up. You moved your fingers downwards, feeling his shoulder blades and spine before reaching his wings joints. He shuddered, similar to when you kissed his neck, but a little larger. You hummed, pressing your fingers down and finding another knot, right where his skin turned to bright red feathers.

"Oh, yeah, yeah right there that's perfect." You glanced back up at him, confused, he didn't usually speak when you massaged him, he'd also never asked for a massage so close to his wings, he was usually very cautious about having his wings touched. Maybe he'd just gotten tired of dealing with wing pains by himself, it was probably a lot different from other knots.

"I'm so sorry you have to deal with this," you cooed. "You really deserve a break, it's not healthy to work this hard all the time."

"I know, Little Feather, but it's nng- n-not my fault. The citizens need me." he panted. You sighed, moving your other hand to work out both wings' knots at the same time.

Keigo's head flopped forward, and his hand flew up to slap over his mouth, holding back a soft whine. You lifted an eyebrow in suspicion, there were only a few times when you heard him make noises like that.

Slowly, you pressed your fingers down closer to the underside, right over a few of his downy feathers.

"Oh fuck~" he hissed.

"Okay, that's it." you lifted your hands away from them, holding them in the air. "What the hell's going on with you?" His head whipped around so fast you were surprised it was still attached to his neck. His golden eyes widened, pupils blowing out, nearly completely covering the honey iris.

"W-what?" he exclaimed, feathers puffing up.

"I'm sorry if I seem mad, I'm not, I'm just- very confused. You're literally moaning. I am giving you a massage and you're moaning. Explain."

His cheeks dusted over in pink, and his eyes fell down to his lap.

"Okay uh- fuck I- this was not how I planned on telling you, erm- I promise I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable-"

"Keigo, it's alright, I'm not uncomfortable, just confused. Take a breath darling,"

"Okay, okay, okay." he took a deep breath. "My wings and back are... sensitive, like- in a sexual way. It's why I never let you touch them, I didn't want you to get uncomfortable with that."

"Oh Keigo, you should have just told me, it's perfectly alright, you know I love you, and I love your bird traits. I'm not uncomfortable with this." you smiled sweetly, pressing a hand to his cheek.

"You're- you're not?" he glanced back up at you, golden eyes filled with hope.

"Not in the slightest. To be honest, I don't see why anyone would be uncomfortable with it. It's just another erogenous zone, like someone's neck, ears, or nipples would be. And lots of people keep those bits on display."

"Thanks," he murmured, rubbing his nose against yours. "That does make me feel better, but uh- there's something else.." he trailed off, nervous.

"Your obvious boner? I was gonna leave you to take care of that yourself, but I'll gladly do it for you if you'd like."

"Oh uh-" his cheeks brightened as if attempting to match the tone of his wings. "I would very much like that," he admitted, offering you a slightly nervous smile.

"Anytime, Birdie~" you stood up, hands landing on either side of his waist as you pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead. "But I would very much like to experiment with those wings of yours, see what we can do with them. Just how far can we go?" You smirked at him, tongue darting out to moisturize your lips. Keigo let out a soft breath, shifting against the couch to make room for the tent in his pants.

"I- I have thought about using them before- my feathers can move fast, so they can act as a vibrator if I focus, but I could never use it on myself. I know I'd get distracted, then the feather would stop moving, then I'd have to start all over again. I'd basically just be edging myself all night. I know I'd just give up and jerk off."

"I can work with that~" you pressed your lips against his, surprising him. He whined into the kiss, hands flying up to fist your shirt.

Unfair. He thought, he already had his shirt off, and he knew he'd be naked in just a few minutes, but you hadn't taken anything off yet. Knowing you, you would stay clothed just to tease him. The most you would do was lift your shirt a little to show him your stomach before quickly covering it again. That was what you usually did when you dommed. At least for the foreplay.

You pressed the tip of your tongue against his lips, pushing past his defensive barrier of shiny white teeth, perfect for the press, and you licked along the top of his mouth. His whole body shuddered against yours, his hips jerking upwards.

You grabbed his thigh with one hand, squeezing. A warning, he knew, against bucking up again, against disobeying. He tasted your saliva, feeling it pool onto his tongue. His eyes finally drooped closed, enjoying the taste of leftover's from last night's dinner on your tongue.

He whined against the back of your mouth, feeling you move your other hand up towards his back. He already knew what you were going to do. Without pulling away from the kiss, you plucked a feather about the size of his hand from his wings, running a finger down the stem, brushing it against the little red bristles. Soft against your finger, yet forcing Keigo's restrained cock to grow even harder than he ever thought possible.

You slowly pulled back from the kiss, taking his lower lip hostage between your teeth, tugging it as far as it could go before finally releasing it. You felt Keigo's hot breaths fanning out across your face, and your grin only grew. You loved breaking him apart, the strong, well-put-together Hawks was an act only for the cameras, only you could ever know the real him, the horny, whiny, needy baby he truly was.

"Look at you, falling apart already? I've barely done shit to you."

"Fuck- that's just 'cause it's you~" he purred

"Flattery won't get you anywhere, doll." Your shit-eating smirk only grew, and Keigo could feel himself melting into the couch cushions. "C'mon, take 'em off, you're a big boy, I'm sure you can do it yourself."

He nodded, hands flying away from your shirt and grappling with his belt buckle faster than you could say 'Hawks.' He tossed his belt behind the couch, not caring if it hit anything, and quickly shimmied out of his pants and underwear, letting them pool around his ankles. His cock slapped against his stomach, six inches and throbbing.

Looks like his prediction was correct. He was naked. You were not. You didn't look like you were planning on undressing anytime soon, which left Keigo feeling slightly disappointed. However, any negative emotions vanished the second you ran his bright red feather down his nose, over his lips, then under his chin. He knew immediately you were trying to lift his face with the feather, despite the single feather not being strong enough by itself, not unless it was under his control. But he was not in control, you were, and fuck it if that wasn't the best part.

"Good boy~" you praised him, sliding a hand up his bare thigh, brushing it carelessly close to his dick. He bit his lip, eyes flicking between your hand and your eyes.

"Please, please touch me," he whispered, slightly embarrassed by the situation. It had been a long while since you'd last had sex, and an even longer while since you had been the dom. He'd all but forgotten how to properly beg. You could tell.

"Come on, doll, I know you can ask me nicely, or at least better than that." He groaned, hands gripping your hips and attempting to tug you into his lap, a plan formulating in his head that ended in an amazing thighjob. But his plans never worked, not at least with you involved. No, you were too stubborn, one of the many things he loved about you. But not really in this precise situation.

"Nah ah ah~ hands off the merchandise." Your hand squeezed his thigh again, twice this time. That was all he needed to let go. He found purchase in a nearby pillow, moving it behind him and tugging on the little dangly bits on the corners. He forgot what they were called but he was ninety-five percent sure it started with a 'D' or something.

"Fuck, please, I need it, you know I need it, I-I've been nothing but good all day, please touch me, please~" He whined, eyebrows furrowing. That plus his reddened cheeks made just the cutest face. You couldn't wait to make his eyes go crooked and for him to drool.

"That's it, good boy~" You ran the tip of the feather up his cock, circling the tip. He shivered in response, biting back a loud moan. "Come on, don't make me mad, vibrate yourself with your feather~" you cooed, teasing tone making his stomach churn in the best way possible.

He bit his lip, looking down at the feather slowly circling the tip of his dick. It had already nudged his foreskin downwards, leaving the red skin fully exposed. He took a deep breath, trying to block out your presence, and how hard he was, just focusing on the single red feather, twirling around in loops.

He felt it twitch against his skin, before finally starting to shake, then at last it was vibrating. He twitched it away from his dick, slightly nervous about how it might feel. You sighed, pressing it directly onto the little hole at the tip.

"Ghhh- oh fuckkkkk~" he moaned, pressing his head against the couch cushions. It felt better than he ever possibly could have imagined. Feeling the feather on his dick, his dick against his feather, it was double the pleasure. He whined loudly when the vibrations suddenly stopped. "Nooooo I want it, bring it back, please," he begged, looking up at you with wide eyes.

"Doll I didn't even do anything. You lost focus. You gotta try a little harder." you said, tapping the feather against him again. Pre-cum stuck to it, making red glisten with a little bit of white. He cursed at the sight (and feeling) of his own pre on his feather.

Soon enough, it started to buzz again. And you put it back on him. This time, you traced it up and down his base, running it over the tip again. One of his hands flew up to his mouth, knuckles pressing against his lips. His hips bucked up against the vibrating feather.

"Ooooohhhhhh fuckfuckfuckfuck so goooood~" he moaned loudly. Again, the buzzing stopped without warning. "Nooo fuck no! I need it please fuck!" He looked like he was on the verge of tears- no way it was really that good. You'd have to ask him to use his feathers on you sometime.

"I know baby, I know," you ran your fingers through his hair, tugging lightly. His breath hitched, golden eyes filling with tears of pleasure. "But you gotta focus to get it done, okay?" he nodded, wiping his tears, but he only managed to spread the warm, salty liquid over his face, making him appear even more debauched.

How cute

You wrapped your hand around his dick when it started to vibrate again, the feather curled up between your palm and his dick. Slowly, you began to jerk him off, feeling the feather vibrate faster than you'd felt any toy vibrate, and his dick throbbing and pulsing against you left you feeling like you just might cum in your pants.

"FUCK!" he shouted, back arching off the couch. One of his legs flew upwards, toes curling around the air. He was shaking at this point, looking like he was just on the verge of cumming. "Oh, Godddd fuckkkmeeeee~" he wailed, tears overflowing and falling down his flushed cheeks.

"No god's gonna fuck you, darling, only I will because you belong to me. Isn't that right?" You pulled on his hair and his moans grew louder, the vibrations intensifying, which you thought was impossible at the rate it had been buzzing against your skin and his.

"Youuuuu fuck- I- I belong to youuuu~" he moaned, hiccuping a little.

"Fuck, you're so fucking cute like this, so adorable when you fall apart beneath me, gonna break soon?" He sniffed loudly, nodding. His moan broke out into a disappointed wail when the vibrations stopped again. He tried to get it to move but it just wasn't going to. You opened your palm, revealing the feather, the stem bent awkwardly. Hawks sighed, sadness filling his eyes.

"I was just 'bout to cum too..." he whimpered.

"Oh, you'll still cum. We don't need anything else between us anymore~" you tossed the feather aside before spitting into your palm, beginning to jerk him off again. It certainly didn't feel nearly as good as it did with the feather, but at this point, he was so close he just couldn't give two fucks about how good it felt, just that it would get him where he needs.

"Oh yes yes yes fuck yes more more- gonna cum gonna cum ooooh fuck baby you're gonna make me cum!" He cried out, bucking up into your hand, sobbing as pre ran down the sides of his dick and onto your fingers.

You pulled him to you by his hair, loving the loud moan he let out from the pain. You pressed your lips right up against his ear.

"Then fucking cum, my baby boy~" you purred seductively. Moments later, his whole body spasmed, legs shaking violently and wings flaring outwards. He wailed, screaming as he finally came into your hand, white ribbons landing on his legs, stomach, and even a little on the couch. Subconsciously, he knew he'd have to clean that up later, but he was not about to worry about that right now.

"Godamn! If that wasn't the hottest thing I've ever seen!" you exclaimed, truly in awe at just how good his orgasm looked. He had gone limp, flopped back against the couch, and panting. You pulled your hand away from his dick, licking away the bits of cum from your skin before sitting down next to him, tugging his body closer to you.

"Unf, that was the best damn orgasm of my life," he murmured, voice a little hoarse.

"Looked like it, you alright darling? Can I get you anything? Water, blankets, bath?" You worried a little, hoping you didn't completely brain-fuck him.

"Jus' some cuddles." his head flopped down on your shoulder, eyes fluttering shut as he yawned.

"Hey birdie, don't fall asleep on me," you chuckled. "We still gotta get you all cleaned up and put in bed."

"Not... a problem..." he whispered, breath tickling your skin as he nodded off.

"Heh, that's a problem," you smiled affectionately. He deserved his rest. You resolved to stay still for a little while, then clean him up as gently as you could before carrying him to bed. He wasn't that heavy, after all. "I love you, my darling Keigo~" you whispered, resting your head on top of his and closing your eyes.

Maybe the mess could be cleaned tomorrow, you were also very tired.

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peachybun-bun · 3 years ago

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You Got My Number

pairing; Haechan x f reader

genre; smut, cheating, friends to lovers, angst, fluff

notes/warnings; cheating (reader cheats on her boyfriend with best friend), toxic relationship with boyfriend, unprotected sex (no condom through reader mentions being on the pill), fingering, oral (f receiving), all the angst, fluffy conversations

word count; 4.7k and some change

song recommendations; Monsta X - Love U & Monsta X - You Got My Number - these are the two songs that inspired this fic

Staring at your phone, you sigh as you read the text from your boyfriend again. You had already read it multiple times, but it never made it hurt any less.

BF: Sorry, boys wanted to go out. I’ll call you later. [8:15 pm]

You had received the text 15 minutes before he was supposed to pick you up to take you out on a date. It might not have upset you so badly, if it hadn’t been the 3rd time this week. You had lost count on how many times he had stood you up over the last month.

Leaving the text unanswered, you move to your other messages, finding your best friend’s name, reading over the last few texts between the two of you. He had been increasingly flirty with you. Not that you didn’t enjoy it, Haechan had always been flirty, but seeing you stood up time and time again had seemed to bring out a different side to that. You watched him become more protective and more possessive.

Caving as your emotions get the better of your judgement, you press the call button next to his picture and put the phone to your ear. You listen to the phone ring twice, before hearing his voice. A smile crossing your lips briefly, before you answer. “Hi.”

“Hey. I thought you were...nevermind. Don’t tell me. I’ll be over in like...10 minutes.”

You smile again and sigh into the phone. “You don’t have to come over, but I won’t say no.”

Haechan, already on his feet and pulling on a jacket, smirks a bit and heads towards his door. “I know I don’t, I want to. Fuck him, his loss. See you in a minute, babe.”

You had sat in the same spot for obviously too long, because by the time you decide you want to stand up and go to your bedroom to change, the door to your place opens as Haechan lets himself in. His eyes travel over you as he moves towards you, before pulling you to him in a tight hug. “Well, I can literally say his loss and not even question it right now. Does he know you dress up for him every single time?”

Shrugging, you lay your cheek against his chest and close your eyes, taking in a deep breath of what you can only explain as “Haechan”. A warm, spicy, yet hint of sweet smell invading your senses as you relax in his arms. “Probably. We were supposed to go to dinner. He claimed to have reservations and everything, but his “boys” are always more important. I don’t think we’ve been on an actual date in months.”

Haechan’s jaw tightens at your words, anger and annoyance would be clear on his face if his cheek wasn’t pressed against your hair. “I can’t tell you what to do, but I’d dump his ass. You have much better options available than him. I bet he doesn’t even keep you satisfied in bed. I mean, there is no way. You barely see him. I’m here more than him. You have a better relationship with your vibrator.”

Scoffing, you lean back from the hug and smack at Haechan’s chest, making him laugh as he takes a step back, letting you go. “You know I’m right, Y/N.”

You frown a bit this time, and Haechan sighs, reaching up to tug at a loose piece of your hair as it slips from your ponytail. “Go get changed into your pajamas and meet me back here. We will eat junk food, drink whatever you have, and watch shitty television.”

You nod and reach up to take down your hair as you start to walk past Haechan.

He sighs and shakes his head a bit, watching the strands of hair fall back down around your neck. He lets his eyes travel over your back, and finally your ass as he runs his palm over his mouth and looks away, letting you do as he had suggested.

He has to keep reminding himself that you aren’t his, no matter how much he wants you to be. It was his number you kept calling when you were sad, mad, unsatisfied, but it was the times when you called when you were happy that made him feel the best. Haechan wanted to be the first person you called no matter what your mood, but especially when you were having a good day.

Falling down on the couch, he pulls a pillow to his chest and stares up at the ceiling as he waits. He hears you come back into the room, and he glances to see you. He had expected pajama pants and a matching shirt, but instead finds you in his shirt and a pair of tight shorts. “Well, there’s where that shirt is. I have been looking for that one, you know.”

You blush a bit and shrug. “It’s my favorite. I think you should just give it to me. You know, instead of that, I think you should take it home tonight and then wear it and bring it back. When it smells like you, it makes me feel better. Like a hug.” You bring the collar of the shirt to your nose and take in a breath, the smell of Haechan just barely clinging to it now.

Haechan lets out a slow breath and laughs. “Fine, anything for you.”

‘You have me so whipped and you don’t even know it.’ His thoughts are so loud, he is afraid you’ll hear them as he watches you walk past him, towards the kitchen, and hears you opening the fridge, obviously rummaging for snacks and drinks. “I’ll come help.”

When he finally makes it into the kitchen, he can’t help but laugh at all you had managed to put onto the counter already. “Jesus…you think we need the whipped cream and the squeeze cheese?”

You nod and look back at him. “We need all of it. Can you get the cookie dough ice cream and the bottle of vodka out of the freezer?” Your arms full, you move past him and towards the living room, letting go of most of what you have on to the coffee table with a chorus of crashes and clanging.

Haechan sighs into a laugh at the sound as he walks into the room with the pint of ice cream and a half full bottle of vodka. “You alright? More importantly, did the whipped cream make the fall?”

Laughing a bit, you hold up the can of whipped cream, showing him it was still intact, before turning it upside down and squirting some into your mouth.

Haechan laughs and sits down next to you, before putting his horde of goodies among yours on the table with much less sound. “Give me some.”

You glance over as he opens his mouth for you, a smirk on your lips as you adjust yourself on the couch and spray some whipped cream into his mouth, managing to get most of it on his chin and lips. “Sorry, it’s harder on another person.”

Haechan laughs and licks his lips, nodding, before he moves quickly. Narrowing his eyes, he falls over you on the couch, rubbing his chin on your cheek and lips, getting the remaining whipped cream on your face. “I’m sure it is.”

You squeal into a laugh as he pins you down, one of his hands holding your wrists as you drop the can of whipped cream onto the couch, behind your head.

Haechan looks down at you, your face now streaked with whipped cream. “Now we’re even.”

You laugh, before putting on a pout. “That was mean. It was an accident. You try feeding someone whipped cream and see how good you are at it.”

Raising a brow at your words, Haechan considers it, before leaning to grab the can from behind you. He shakes it, before turning it upside down and putting it to your lips. “Open up.”

Your cheeks flushing slightly, you laugh again, before opening your mouth. Your friend carefully presses on the tip of the nozzle, letting the whipped cream slowly lay on your tongue, before pulling the can back as you lick your lips and look up at him.

Haechan stares at your lips for a moment, before finally letting go of your wrists as he clears his throat and sits back, letting you move freely. “Um...it’s possible to not get it all over their face. Is all I am saying.”

You raise a brow to his change in behavior as you sit up and reach for a kleenex from the coffee table, cleaning off your face, before moving closer to him to clean off the rest of the whipped cream from his chin and the tip of his nose.

He smiles and sighs, rolling his eyes as you clean his face. His eyes move towards you as you smile up at him and speak. “You’re right. I’m just bad at it.”

Haechan watches as you move from the couch to throw away the tissue, before moving back to him.

You sit closer than before as you reach for the ice cream and open it. “Did you grab a spoon?”

Shaking his head, he furrows his brows as his eyes move over your features, almost sadly. “No, I forgot.”

You shrug and move to stand, but Haechan’s hands grab your waist and pull you back down.

“Y/N? Why are you still with him? He’s such an ass. What sort of loser picks a bunch of guys instead of you? He could be here with you right now, not that I want him to be, but I’m just saying...can you see how much of a loss that is for him?”

You sigh and put the lid back on the ice cream, but keep your eyes from Haechan as he speaks. You know what he is saying isn’t wrong. He makes a good point, but you aren’t sure you have an answer, or at least an answer that he’d want to hear. “He’s not that bad. When he’s with me, it’s good, Haechan. Most of the time, it’s good.” You laugh a bit bitterly as you correct yourself, “Sometimes it’s good.”

Haechan simply listens for a moment, before sighing and brushing your hair from your cheek. His eyes trace over your features as he feels weakness take over him for a moment. His hand cups your cheek as he leans in to press his lips to yours.

Your eyes widen as you stay completely still as he seems to come to his senses, sitting back and dropping his hands. “Shit...I’m sorry Y/N.”

As Haechan sits back and runs his hand over his face, you watch him, rubbing your lips together. He had flirted with you before, but he had never made a move, and he had never kissed you before.

You move before you realize, your lips back on his.

Haechan gasps slightly, but doesn’t pull away, you have moved to him. There is no way he is going to turn you down. His hands slide over your sides, pulling you closer as you throw your leg over his to straddle his lap. Haechan can feel his head go hazy, thoughts not quite clear for either of you as your tongue slides along his.

You moan softly into the kiss as his hands slide under the shirt to finally grip at your ass, his nails scratching along the thin spandex as he lifts his hips slightly, wanting more contact with you. You sit back this time, but only to look down at him as he licks his lips and takes a deep breath.

His eyes shift quickly over your face as he starts to move his hands from you once again, but you shake your head. “I don’t know what I’m doing. I just…”

Haechan nods understanding, letting his hands slide up along your hips and under your shirt, over your back. “We don’t have to keep going, but I’m not going to lie to you. This is all I’ve wanted for months. Fuck...babe, I just want to treat you like you deserve.”

You shiver to his touch and his words as you take a deep breath as that “butterflies in your stomach” feeling hits you. You know that you shouldn’t keep going, but it feels so nice to be wanted, and for it to be Haechan hit you so differently. “How I deserve?”

Haechan laughs softly at your words, raising a brow as he slides his hands over your legs, up to your shorts, and back around your back with a nod. “Yes, baby. How you deserve to be treated. If you want me to, I'll show you everything he should be doing. Instead, he’s running off to hang out with a bunch of losers.”

You moan softly as Haechan’s fingers dig into your skin at your thighs. You can feel the arousal between your legs from such simple things, his voice, his words, his hands simply moving over your body.

“Just give me the word, and I’ll take you to bed.”

You shiver again and arch your back as his hands slide under your shirt, hitting your ribs as you nod.

Haechan groans slightly, seeing your nod, and wastes no time in helping you get to your feet, taking your hand and leading you towards your bedroom. He had been in your room several times. He had even slept in your bed with you before, but this is different.

The moment your back hits the bed, he is laying over you with his leg between yours, as his lips brush over yours, testing if you are still serious. When your lips meet his again, Haechan can’t help but to smile into the kiss, before becoming serious.

He had been truthful in what he had told you. He wants to show you how you deserve to be treated, and that began with this. Slow sensual kisses, his hand sliding through your hair. He takes your breath away with each deep kiss, before moving his mouth from yours, working the kisses along your jaw and down your neck, making you whimper.

“Haechan…”

He makes a questioning sound in return on your skin, before moving to look at you as his hands slide your shirt up your stomach. “What is it, baby?”

You let out a soft moan, closing your eyes when you feel him slide down the bed and press his lips to your stomach. His fingers slide the shirt up further, his thumbs pressing over your breasts, before he looks back up to you. “Let me take this off of you?”

Nodding, you sit up as Haechan’s hands work to pull his borrowed shirt up and over your head, tossing it onto the floor, before his eyes look over your bra and torso. “Jesus, I have to admit I never thought I’d get to see you like this. I’ve dreamt about it...but this is better than I could have ever even imagined. You are so beautiful, Y/N.”

Cheeks warm, you lick your lips and lower your lashes at his compliment, before reaching behind you to undo your bra and letting it fall from your shoulders.

Haechan’s eyes never leave your chest, a sharp intake a breath clear as he sees you fully. “I’ll say it again, he’s a fucking idiot. Holy shit, lay back, baby. Lift your hips for me.”

You do as he asks as you watch him move from you, only briefly, as he pulls his own shirt over his head and steps off the bed to push his sweatpants down, leaving him in just his boxers.

Haechan smiles at you before he moves back to push his fingers into the band of your shorts, working them down over your legs. His eyes travel back up your legs, to your panties, as you rub your thighs together. “So pretty. Let me get those off for you too.”

Lifting your hips once more, you take a deep breath and grip the bedding under you as Haechan leans to press his lips to your thigh, as his fingers loop under the sides of your panties, and he begins to work them down your legs. Your boyfriend had never taken so much care when undressing you. In fact, you can’t remember the last time he hadn’t told you to just get naked and get in the bed.

Haechan bites his bottom lip as he finally puts your panties to the side and lets his eyes rest between your legs. His mouth is dry, and yet almost watering at the same time. His eyes flick to meet yours as he licks his lips, before he slides his hands along your legs and past your knees. “I want to make you feel so good, baby. When was the last time he went down on you? I really want to know.”

You look away from Haechan when he asks about your boyfriend. Shaking your head, you bite your lip and sigh. “I can’t remember. He doesn’t like doing it. Says I take too long to cum.”

Haechan scoffs as he leans to press a kiss to your inner thigh as he spreads your legs and lays in between them. One of his arms moves to loop over your hip, his fingers spreading along your stomach, before sliding towards your pussy as the other slides under the other leg and grabs your ass gently. “Take as long as you want. I’m going to enjoy you.”

Words form on your lips, but fall short into a moan as Haechan’s fingers part your folds, and his mouth is suddenly on you. He groans against your folds as he moves from sucking and running his tongue along your skin. It’s only when he pulls back to look up at you, moving his hand from your ass, that you look back down at him, trying to catch your breath. “Oh my god, Haechan.”

A grin on his face, he kisses your thigh once again as you feel his fingers slide along your wet folds, before he slips his middle finger into you slowly. You arch your back and lift your hips, only enticing him to put his mouth back on you, his lips wrapping around your clit and sucking lightly as he adds a second finger.

His fingers hit your g-spot perfectly as he moves them against the top of your walls, his tongue running long stripes from his fingers, up to your clit, as he glances up at your body to watch as you arch your back in pleasure. This is what he wanted to see. This is what Haechan thought you deserved. A night of complete bliss, no fighting with your jackass boyfriend, no tears on his shoulder over the loser, just the small whines and moans escaping your lips as he ate you out.

You gasp out Haechan’s name as you feel your stomach clench, your orgasm coming on quickly. “I’m gonna cum…oh my god.” You sound as if you hadn’t orgasmed in weeks, and if you actually thought about it, you probably hadn’t.

Haechan groans to your words, his fingers and mouth working harder to push you over that edge. He only moves his fingers from you as you finally let go and cum around them, his tongue moving to lap at your cum as it begins to flow from you.

Once you are licked clean, Haechan grins and looks back up at you, before leaning to kiss your leg and nip at your skin. “You taste better than candy.”

Your cheeks warm, you shake your head and reach for him even as you both hear your phone vibrating on the nightstand.

Haechan moves up the bed, glancing towards the phone and seeing your boyfriend’s face on the screen, indicating he is calling you. He groans and shakes his head at you. “I won’t tell you what to do, but all I want to do is be inside you right now.”

You glance at your phone, and then away from it, as it finally indicates that you miss the call. “Then get these off, Haechan.” You push at the top of his boxers, letting your hand run over his hard cock that waits for you under the thin fabric. You know he is well endowed, but you have never let yourself look for long, and you have never touched him. Now that you had some idea of how big he actually is, and he is this close, you are craving him.

Haechan gasps to your touch, before sliding off of you to push his boxers off, only to toss them on to the floor. “Do you have a condom?”

You shake your head and reach for his hand. “I’m on the pill.”

Nodding, your best friend moves back over to you to lay next to you, his body laying halfway over yours. Warm skin to skin, you moan when you feel his heavy length hit your thigh and reach to run your hand over him, making him jerk his hips towards you.

“Fuck…” He mutters on your lips as you slide your fingers over his tip, spreading his precum, before using it to run your hand along his thick shaft, stroking him. “I’ve wanted you to touch me for so long.”

You smile on his lips at his words as his hand moves to slide along your ribs, before finally cupping your breast, squeezing your flesh gently. His lips connect with yours in a hungry kiss, when you hear your phone begin to vibrate one again.

Haechan groans and glances over his shoulder, seeing that same picture, anger rising in him. “The bastard leaves you here, and now won’t fucking take a hint?”

You grab his arm as he starts to reach back for it. “Haechan…no.”

His eyes meet yours, and he sighs, before resting his forehead to yours.

“Just ignore it. He’s probably drunk.” You reach for his length once again, making him groan into a breath as he nods.

He moves his hand down to your leg, lifting it up by your knee, and he rolls over you, pressing his lips to yours once again. You feel his hand reach to remove yours as he positions himself against your folds, teasing your clit.

You press your head back against the pillows, as he finally eases himself into you gently, and gasp into a moan, as you try to adjust to his size with your eyes tightly shut.

Haechan watches your face for any signs of pain or regret as he enters you fully and stays still, until you mutter for him to move. His thrusts are slow but deliberate, each one hitting you deep and making you moan softly. Haechan’s lips rest on your temple as he groans to how good you feel around him. It is better than either of you could have hoped, his body fitting to yours like a missing piece.

Your hands run along his sides as you arch your back, rolling your hips to meet his thrusts, as Haechan moves his lips to your neck, kissing softly towards your ear, when your phone lights up for the third time, drawing his attention.

You hear him growl into a groan, before shifting his weight, the light of your phone lighting up his face as he answers it. “She’s busy, you fuck. I said what I said. Fuck me? That’s cute, cause I’m fucking her right now. Your loss. Enjoy your night out with the boys. Don’t call again.”

Eyes wide, you stare up at Haechan in shock as he ends the call and puts the phone face down on the bed, away from the two of you. His hips stop moving as he meets your eyes and grimaces. “Should I get off you now?”

When you don’t answer, Haechan sighs softly and starts to move, but you stop him by wrapping your leg around his hips. You pull him back into you, causing him to groan and close his eyes. “You aren’t mad?”

You shake your head. “Don’t talk about him right now. Just…do this. Fuck me or make love to me, whatever you want to call this.”

Hearing “make love to me” leave your lips causes Haechan to sigh softly as he looks down at you. His hand moves to push your hair from your face as he nods and starts to move his hips again, this time with more purpose and speed. “God, you feel so good. I get so jealous, baby…I want you all the time. I’m so tired of being the best friend.”

You close your eyes tightly at his words, your hand sliding up into his hair as you pull his mouth back to yours in a deep kiss. Brows furrowing, you feel yourself getting close to another orgasm, his thrusts hitting you perfectly.

Haechan groans against your lips, feeling you tightening around him, his brows furrowing as your impending orgasm brings him closer to his own climax. Moving his mouth from yours as he feels you let go and cum around him, Haechan nips at your jaw, listening to your moans and muttering of his name into his ear as he picks up his speed, letting you ride out your orgasm.

You cling to him as you hear him gasp on your skin, “I’m...fuck.”

Feeling him start to pull out, you shake your head and hold on to him. “In me, Haechan. It’s okay.”

Haechan loses it the moment you tell him to cum inside of you. His climax hits him harder than he can remember in a long time. After a few moments, he finally slows to a stop and begins to soften in you. Leaning back to look at you, Haechan shakes his head and grins, before pressing a kiss to your lips and carefully pulling from you.

You gasp at the sudden absence, but embrace the new movement as you are able to move even closer to Haechan on your side, delving into the kiss. Your hands run through his hair as the two of you catch your breath between kisses.

Haechan laughs, finally pulling back and laying on his back, his fingers running over your back as he shakes his head.

“What? Is something funny?” Your fingernails gently trace shapes on his chest and down his stomach as you look up to him, meeting his eyes.

“Mm, I may have fucked up your relationship, so I’m not sure if it’s funny or depressing. Y/N...just be with me, baby. Be with me like this, all the time.”

You know you should have seen that question coming, but it still hits you like a wall and takes your breath away. Looking away, you furrow your brows in thought.

Haechan frowns a bit and reaches to tilt your chin back up to look at him. “You call me everytime he walks out on you. I’m the shoulder you cry on. I’m the person you talk to. The person you laugh with. Baby...I’m in love with you. I’ve been in love with you for years, it’s just taken me too fucking long to tell you.”

Haechan watches as your eyes glisten slightly as tears rest on the rims of your eyes. He laughs softly and shakes his head, pulling you closer and hugging you tightly. “Don’t cry. I don’t want that. I just had the best sex of my life, I can’t follow it by making the girl of my dream cry.”

You laugh this time and shake your head, pressing a kiss to his chest, before looking up at him. “I love you too. You already knew that, but it’s a different love than I realized.”

He grins at your words and leans to press his lips to yours with a nod, before pulling back to look at you as your phone vibrates.

You pick it up this time, seeing your boyfriend’s face as you decline the call and turn off your phone. Looking back up to Haechan, you smile a bit as he laughs and shakes his head.

“Something tells me he won’t go quietly.”

You shrug and rest your head back on his chest, closing your eyes. “Good thing my boyfriend is already here then, huh?”

Haechan laughs again and bites his lip, running his hand over your back, before smiling to himself at the fact that you called him your boyfriend. His cheeks feel warm as he runs his free hand through his hair and closes his eyes with a yawn, determined that no matter what happens tomorrow, he would enjoy the rest of the night with you in his arms.

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xpeachesncream · 4 years ago

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how many drinks? | one shot (jjk)

summary: the question is - how many drinks would it take for you to sleep with your bestfriend?

pairing: jjk x reader

genre: (18+) college au, dance group au, bestfriends/bestfriends with some benefits au | fluff, smut, sprinkle of angst

words: ~12.2k

warnings: cussing, mature language/implied sexual content, kind of crack-y, dancer!jk to fulfill my needs, unprotected sex, sprinkle of dirty talk, fingering, sprinkle of a handjob, slight biting, nails digging into skin, oc almost gets taken advantage of/forced into doing things she doesn’t wanna do, rough handling, song kang is in this too because i’m also a hooch for him but he’s an ass here, alcohol consumption, intoxication, mentions of blunts/smoking, house parties, cuddling, kissing/makeout sessions, straddling, breast/nipple play, hickeys, fucking on the edge of the bed, multiple orgasms, fingering, licking/neck kisses, oral (f. receiving)

note: one shot title is taken from miguel's song ‘how many drinks’ + a couple of things--

both hoseok and jimin’s piece mentioned below are inspired by real-life pieces my old dance mentor has choreographed and taught. this is the inspiration behind hoseok’s couple piece; this is the inspiration for jimin’s piece

i’m a hooch for all three of them in this video

enjoy imagining koo and oc dancing part of their couples piece like this 🥺

"Y/N." You picked up Jungkook's call as you sat at your desk in your dorm room. You had been finishing up your bio homework until the interruption came blaring through on your headphones.

"Yes?"

"Can I nap in your room?"

"The fuck I look like? A hotel?" You snorted.

"Yeah, a 5 star at that with how good you take care of me." He tries to butter you up, causing you to roll your eyes.

"You're lucky I like you."

"Yesssssssss!" You hear him faintly exclaim on the other line. "Be there in a sec."

"You know my doors are always unlocked." Which, it was true. So many of your friends had decided to live off campus that you and your other bestfriend [and beloved suitemate] were probably the only few left on campus. And that meant people were constantly in your room, hanging out or using both of your rooms, [with permission] or the couches in the shared living room space of your suite as a place to nap. College, amirite? Why the fuck would you lose your parking spot to go back to your apartment when you have friends who lived right on campus? You weren't just good for smuggling free food from the cafeteria to your broke ass, struggling off-campus friends.

Sooner or later, you're greeted by a fluffy, black-haired Jungkook, looking like his shit must have air-dried with how wavy and voluminous it was. He swings your door open so aggressively that you jump a bit in your seat, swinging off your headphones like you weren't even expecting him. You watch as he flings himself onto your neatly made bed like he hasn't felt a bed in years.

"Ugh, yes." He moans as he belly flops onto your bed and stays in that position.

"When's your next class, you little baby?"

"In like an hour or so, I don't know." He says sleepily. "Wake me up, please?"

"Sure." You realize it's Wednesday, and he definitely has Ecology lab later at 3:00PM. You figured you'd wake him up by 2:30 just to give him enough time to groggily walk his ass back over to the science building.

You and Jungkook weren't really close before college. It was moreso that you knew of each other since high school because of mutual friends. You'd see him at parties and he'd see you, but it was never more than the casual hi and bye and small talk. Maybe the occasional comments on facebook pages and the likes on pictures on instagram. But foreel, other than that, that's as real as your friendship got for awhile. You didn't mind it though, you were good with your set of friends and he was good with his. A lot of your friends attended the same university as you two and then your groups intertwined even more.

But, it wasn't until the past couple of months or so where you both unexpectedly got really close - simply just by talking more and being around each other more. You both had similar interests and Jungkook wasn't the most vocal in his group, but with you, he seemed to talk endlessly. He loved comics and he loved raving to you about Marvel and DC superheroes. He loved to draw, and he'd draw you things every now and then - his most recent being you as a scientist superhero saving the world from overgrown malaria-infected mosquito monsters. It was the cutest thing you had ever seen, and you tacked it against your cork board near your desk. Then, small things like that turned to bringing you food or boba, being stuck at the hip where he'd only go to a certain place on campus if you were there; texting each other inside jokes and funny ass tweets all day turned to facetime sleepover calls and then late hangouts eventually turned to actual sleepovers in your bed, where he'd drape his arm around while you both slept but it never escalated into anything more than that in bed. Although he did fucking hate your medium-sized Olaf plushie that took shelter on your bed - he'd always hike it across the room and talk about how annoying he is and how he's always taking his spot. You never understood it, really.

And then soon, it turned to small displays of affection behind closed doors, where Jungkook would hold you close. Hold your hand if you two were in the room watching a show, or movie. Small kisses exchanged. Big kisses exchanged, making out sessions. But, that was literally it. Nothing else. No sex. No pressure. Lots of unspoken feelings, obviously, but you weren't gonna be the one to bring that up. Because you were comfortable, and if anything, you didn't wanna ruin what you guys already had going.

Like, is this a friends with benefits thing? Maybe? Maybe not? It was hard to label it because it's not like you both determined so, it kind of just fell together that way. And there was really no pressure to fuck every single time you got affectionate. It was cute, sweet. And no one really knew it was like that behind doors - possibly your suitemate Kass and her boyfriend, Jimin, but that's only because you shared the dorm suite with her. Jimin was also one of Jungkook's roommates and his really good friend, so whenever they had slept over on the same night, it was pure and utter chaos. But honestly, if Kass and Jimin hadn't been around you two much, they most certainly wouldn't have the idea.

Whatever it was, it was a comfortable closeness that you both experienced and appreciated. However, the both of you were afraid of discussing what this really was, afraid it'll ruin the dynamic. The atmosphere. Having to come to terms of what it might, or might not be. Neither of you can fully admit that you like the other. Although, it got hard. People did lightly tease you two because you both always looked for each other and were stuck by the hip out on campus.

Oh, well. Bottom line is that you liked your relationship where it was at, but it doesn't mean you haven't thought about the what if's. Jungkook was insanely attractive, and it's no lie that girls swarmed him left and right on campus, but he didn't give a shit [either he didn't give a shit or he was dumb as hell?]. Okay, rewind — to be fair, he would have a fling or two, flirt once or twice. He'd tell you so and so was cute and that they've hung out or texted, but that's it. He just wasn't necessarily looking for anything cause he too enjoyed where he was at with everything.

It doesn't take long before Sleeping Beauty is snoring face down on your bed, looking like Patrick Star with the way he's sprawled out. But, you continue to do your work until it was time to wake him. You gently shake him, his puppy eyes looking back at you after being face down all nap.

"Class time."

"No." He groans. "Can't I just stay here with you?"

"No, dude. Get to class." You chuckle. "You already skipped last week."

"Yeah, but this is a new week Y/N."

"Jungkook." You almost say in a scolding manner.

"Fiiiiiiine." He whines as he shoots up and hops off from your bed. "Are you going to our party on Friday?"

"I said I'd think about it right?"

"Yeah, like on Monday. It's Wednesday."

"And I'm still thinking about it." You snort, making him pout.

"Just come for a little bit."

"Why? You know parties aren't my thing and you'll be too drunk anyways. I'll end up wanting to go right the fuck back home as soon as I step outside."

"I'd like to be drunk and have you there. It'll be more fun!" He pouts as he holds your hand and swings it back and forth.

"I mean, to be completely honest, I'll probably end up going because of Kass anyways."

"Because of Kass." He rolls his eyes. "Oooookay. Not because of you, Jungkook, no." He says sarcastically, brows furrowed.

"Ew. You're such a fucking whiner. Leave." You laugh, throwing an empty water bottle at him.

"I'm kidding." He chuckles. "Wanna grab dinner with me after practice?"

"Sure. If you pay." He groans

"Fine. I'll see you later." He puckers up his lips to blow you a kiss, which you automatically reject by giving him a look before turning your attention back to your homework. You were hoping he'd offer to go to In-n-Out because you were craving that #2 with animal fries and a neapolitan shake, plus there was a Target in the same plaza that you wanted to drag him to for new pens and clearance sale shopping. And you wouldn't even warn him about it. He would tag along, no question.

Hoseok stands in front of the mirrors in the studio, pacing back and forth as your dance group learned a couple of 8-counts from this new piece he had been brewing up. Apparently, it was supposed to be a couples piece but he wasn't sure if he was going to keep it that way. He watched to see if this would be better as a group, or if he should stick to his original plans.

Your college dance group was a small group formed by people with pure, genuine interest and love for modern hip hop choreography. Hoseok was the dance lead, with Jimin being the back up lead. The group came together, taught each other pieces, taught workshops for those interested on campus and performed at the various talent shows and productions the school had throughout the year. It was just your group's way of showcasing your talents, something you all purely enjoyed, and it was nice to see the love and support given by the audiences.

"Okay, run that from the top one more time please. We'll take break after, swear." Hoseok chuckles and gives Jimin the cue to start the song back at the starting point. Jungkook makes a funny face at you as he huffs and puffs, trying to catch his breath from the last time you went through the counts.

"Ew." You giggle, slightly pushing him aside. Miguel's How Many Drinks begins to blast through the studio speakers, Jungkook doing his best to sing along and match his tone all while focusing on his steps. Once you're done going through the counts, the music continues to play, Jungkook twirling over to you just to sing—

"Cause I ain't leavin' aloneeee, I feel like I could be honest, babe." He spins to your other side. "We both know that we're grown, that's why I wanna knooooow - how many drinks will it take you to leave with meeeeEEeeeE?"

"You can give me all the drinks in the world and I swear I still wouldn't." You snort, making him frown and click his teeth.

"Too bad that's not really how you act when I ask to sleep over, though." Silence as you stick your tongue out at him. Cause, yeah. You really do tell him to sleep over without hesitation. You loved his company, you can’t lie. "Yeah, fraudulent as hell. I never taught you that." He jokes.

"Shut up, Jungkook—"

"Okay!" Hoseok says, clapping his hands. "This'll be a couple piece. I honestly think it'll work better that way, just like I envisioned it. I'll work with the couple to clean this up before the performance, but to whoever isn't casted for this, Jimin still has a piece to teach the rest of you, so don't feel discouraged!" Hoseok chuckles a bit, giving the rest of the group a small smile. "So with that being said - Y/N, Jungkook, I want you two to do this piece."

"Ouuuuuuuu." Jimin teases you from the sidelines, causing you to put up your middle finger.

"We won’t let you down, cap." Jungkook swings his arm around you.

"I'll teach you the rest of the piece next practice so we can start polishing it up and making it clean before the talent show."

"Sounds good with me." You flatly say, even though 100%, you're pretty excited for many reasons. One, you had been wanting to do a solo or couples piece for awhile, and two, your partner was Jungkook. Your best friend, your ride or die, the dude you've spent so much time with and gave your affection to behind closed doors. It made you giddy just thinking about it, even if you'd blatantly lie to his face later on when he'd tease you. And Jungkook felt the same. You missed the way he subtly bit on his bottom lip when you were named his partner, just so he wouldn't smile too big in front of you.

After practice, you egg him on enough to agree to take you to In-N-Out, without hinting at the plan you had drafted out in your head earlier. The plan that says you're gonna drag his ass to Target afterwards and he had no choice but to come along.

"Y/N, you liar." He groans. "You said you weren't gonna go to Target." He pouts as you follows behind you anyway.

"Kook, I literally just need to get one thing."

"What's the one thing that you couldn't get on your own time?"

"I don't know, I'll have to find out when we get in there." You giggled, causing him to groan again. "Plus, we're here already. Killing two birds with one stone."

"Ah shit, I suppose I can get some bottles for the party."

"Yeah, make yourself useful Jungkook."

"Yeah, make yourself useful Jungkook, aheh." He mocks your tone and does that really weird and ugly ass laugh that dudes always do when they try to mock girls, however, you ignore it because you've just stepped into Target and bitch, this was Disneyland to you. Heaven. Paradise.

"Hm, what are we drinking on Friday?" He says his text outloud as he follows you around the dollar section where you begin to pick up really unnecessary items that you're probably just gonna store away in or around your desk somewhere.

"Should be holy water because you all need it."

"Mmm, I don't know, I don't think they have that but we can check." He responds ever so seriously, causing you to chuckle.

"How many people are you expecting?"

"Honestly, I don't even know. We said we'd keep it to close friends only. I don't really have any friends, so that's all on them."

"Ah, makes sense as to how the entire class was invited." You fire back sarcastically. "Your upstairs neighbors are really gonna have a blast."

"They're invited too."

"You guys are so dumb." He laughs when you hit him against the chest. After walking a bit, the two of you head towards the alcohol aisle, Jungkook grabbing what his arms will allow him to grab since alcohol is a little cheaper here than other grocery stores. "Isn't there a limit as to how much alcohol you can buy?"

"I don't see anything anywhere." He hauls about 4 big bottles back to the cashiers. "Besides, I'm giving them business compared to Safeway and those other grocery stores."

"Grab the coupon at least, genuis. It could save you some money." You take off the coupons from the three bottles.

He looks down at the coupon attached to the 4th bottle. "Sign up today and get 2% cash back on every bottle you buy." He snorts after reading the coupon outloud. "More like sign up today and get 2% cash back turnt." He looks at you. "This doesn't sound like a coupon, miss. Where's the ‘get 5 dollars off’ bullshit?"

"2% cash back turnt? Really?" You furrow your brows at him and hand the coupons to the cashier. "Here. God, maybe you shouldn't be hosting parties with your roommates."

"Maybe not." He holds his bags, even grabbing onto yours as you both walk out to his car. He turns up the radio, the both of you singing along to the songs coming through. When he pulls up to the lot of Edgehill Village, he parks in someone else's marked spot only because it's technically next to your door and he doesn't anticipate to stay long. But honestly, that never goes as planned. He grabs your bag from the trunk, silently following behind you as you unlock your door to an empty suite - just as you expected. Kass was most likely at Jungkook’s, spending the night with Jimin, and you'd be alone for the night. It didn't matter to you though, the peace and quiet was always nice.

"You sure you're gonna be okay here alone?" You nod.

"Yup. It's kind of nice actually." You lean forward onto your bed since it's raised a little higher than usual with bed risers, and open up your laptop. Jungkook sets your Target bag down and wraps his arms around you from behind, planting a kiss on your cheek and on your jawline.

"You sure you don't want me to sleep over? Cuddles sound nice."

"It sounds like you want to."

"Only if you want me to." He nuzzles his head against your neck, waiting for your response.

"Kook, please." You chuckle. "If you wanna sleepover, then go ahead."

"Yesssss! I do."

"Well you need to find parking, or else the person that owns that parking spot will be highly upset."

"You got it, captain. Pull up a movie!" He says, dashing out of your room to move his car. He's most likely going to come back in another 5 minutes, being that the only free parking at this time of night is probably on the other end in the gym's lot, or somewhere on the streets [if he got lucky].

And so that 5 minutes sure does go by before Jungkook is breathing heavily when he walks into your room, duffle bag swung over his shoulder with a big, dorky ass smile on his face.

"I'm back!"

"I see." You snort, still going through the movies.

"Hey, let's run through what Hobi taught us first."

"Ugh, I'm so tired though."

"Cooooome on, just once." He pulls you by the hand, his body pressed against yours as his his other arm wraps around your waist. "Please." His puppy dog eyes look down at you, causing you to push him away because fucking hell, that shit makes you weak. Makes the pussy throb just a lil, you know? Christ.

"Only if you watch 10 Things I Hate About You."

"Sure, I don't mind." He pulls up the song on your laptop. The both of you face the mirror in front of you, careful not to hit each other since you had such limited space to fully move around. Running through it once was a full blown lie, being that you both are doing it for almost 5-6 times before you're laughing at how out of breath you already are. You're so out of it and winded by the last time around that you accidentally hit Jungkook in the face, causing him to whine and stumble off to the side.

"Oh shit!" You laugh. "I'm so sorry, Kookie!" You run over to cup his face. "Are you okay? You good?"

"Shit, Y/N. You have a heavy hand." He keeps his hand against his cheek.

"I'm sorry." You lean in to plant a kiss on his cheek, but Jungkook being Jungkook, he looks to the side to have his lips meet yours instead. He picks you up in one swift motion, your legs wrapped around his torso as he sits you on your bed, your hands still cupping his face. And honestly, you really wanted him. You've always wanted him since this whole thing started. God, he was attractive to you - every little thing about Jungkook was a fucking weakness, but you weren't gonna let up first. Not tonight. The scar on his cheek, his soft, fluffy hair, his toned body, his muscular ass arms, the way he held onto you when you both slept, the way he kissed you.

Lord, he was truly going to be the death of you.

Before the kiss could get any deeper, you smile into it and back away, keeping your gaze on the small, dazed smile Jungkook has on his face.

"Can we watch now?" You ask, subtly biting onto your bottom lip.

"Yeah, good idea."

"Actually, after all that, I need to shower first."

"Can I join?" His eyes light up.

"Sit your ass down. You can go after." You laugh as you hop off the bed, grabbing your pajamas for a quick shower. You literally take 10 minutes, walking back into your room with wet hair and an oversized shirt and shorts underneath. Although you had been completely comfortable with Jungkook, the both of you have never really seen each other fully naked like that. Whenever he slept over, you were both always fully clothed. You've seen him hop out of the shower and come in shirtless, but that's probably about it. You start to brush your teeth as he rummages through his emergency duffle bag full of shit that he holds in the trunk of his car, grabbing a fresh pair of clothes to change into after his shower. You already know his ass is gonna use your shampoo for everything because he loves the smell of it and always talks about how good your hair smells.

While waiting for him, you slip yourself under your covers and pull the laptop closer to you, scrolling through your phone aimlessly to see what's new on instagram. Which, is absolutely nothing, so you let out a dissatisfied sigh.

"Ready!" He comes in, tossing his towel aside and shutting off the lights to crawl into your bed with you.

"You smell just like me." You chuckle.

"It's great, isn't it?"

"Your hair isn't bothering you?" You run your hand through his incredibly wet hair as he shakes his head.

"No, I'll be good."

"Okay." He wraps his arm around you to pull you onto his body, the movie already off to a start. As the movie goes on, you find yourself getting sleep as both of your bodies sink deeper into the sheets, Jungkook still not letting you go. The laptop rests on his belly, while your head is on his chest, his heartbeat the one thing putting you to sleep pretty quickly. He's comfortable, just as you are. He's warm, you're warm. He's content, you're content. You drift off to sleep while he continues to watch, knowing your bodies will be pressed tightly against each other in the morning.

"Kook there's so many fucking people here. The cops are gonna come and shut this down quick." Jungkook shrugs.

"Oh well, wasn't my idea." He snorts. "Shot?!" He hands you a shot that you take with ease, feeling like you aren't drunk enough for all this shit and all these people. "Atta girl."

"Yuck, though." You slightly make a sour face as you feel the warmth trickle down your throat and into your stomach.

"Heeeey, whyyyyy do you look so FaMiliaR?" This girl asks Jungkook in a weird, flirty tone, where every other consonant goes up and down. She's obviously really fucking drunk and out of her mind because for one, she definitely goes to the same school as you two, and she has definitely been in class with Jungkook before.

"Oh uh, my name's Justin Bieber. I used to sing from time to time." He says nonchalantly with you furrowing your forehead at him because what kind of response did he just give her?! What did he just tell her? You're so embarrassed that you slowly turn on your heel and walk out of the kitchen as you hear him sing One Less Lonely Girl hella out of tune, with the girl completely smitten over his drunk ass.

"Where's Jungkookie?" Kass asks as she sits on Jimin's lap.

"Over there, pretending to be Justin Bieber apparently."

"Oh, nice. You don't come across that often." Jimin says sarcastically. "Are you staying here tonight?"

"Yeah, stay here tonight, with Kookie." Kass wiggles her eyebrows, her cheek resting on top of Jimin's head. "It's not like that's anything new."

"Um, I'd rather much be back in the dorm."

"That cold, lonely place? When you could be here, in such a pretty apartment with such a pretty boy?" You shake your head at her.

"Unbelievable." You mutter. Suddenly, an incredibly tall man walks into the apartment, reaching about 6'1 and almost hitting the ceiling with his tall ass. You've never seen him before, but he walks in with Hoseok and Namjoon and for whatever reason, you can't peel your eyes off of him. "Woah, who's that?"

"Who's what?" Jungkook finally comes to your side after being Justin Bieber for a good minute or so, his eyes following yours. Who was he and why were you looking at him so intensely?

"That's Kang! You've never met him?" Jimin says, doing a slight nod to greet him as he passes by. Kang and his fine self looks up at you, a small smirk creeping up at the corner of his lips as he continues through to the kitchen behind Hoseok and Namjoon. "He's a transfer and on the basketball team."

"He's fiiiiine." You and Kass swoon over him a bit, Jungkook giving you a look.

"He's alriiiight. I've seen better."

"Shut up, no one asked you." You lightly punch him on the side, making him lightly groan while Jimin and Kass laugh. The rest of the party, you suddenly have a goal to find out more about Kang and see what he's about because you and Jungkook weren't official. You both didn't really know what this was, but one thing you knew for sure was that it wasn't anything exclusive. You wouldn't bring it up, so wouldn't Jungkook - so was this really something all that meaningful?

Whatever, you didn't wanna keep going in circles about it.

Jungkook fucking hates it though, and he's honestly really jealous that you're suddenly trying to be all cute and woo the new, tall, handsome [but he's not really that fucking handsome to Jungkook for christ's sake] basketball player. Jungkook almost wants to mock his every move and how suavé he is, almost looking like a try hard with the way he's leaning against the wall and talking to you.

Wait— he's talking to you?! You were literally right next to him 2 seconds ago.

"What the fuck?" He squints, trying to make sure he's actually looking at you.

"You're so full of shit." Jimin laughs.

"What are you talking about?"

"Why don't you just admit that you like her and stop being childish about it?"

"I don't like her. She's just my bestfriend."

"Um, okay?" Jimin snorts. "When you sleep at her place every chance you get and vice versa? When she has a ton of your shirts and hoodies in her own fucking closet? When you always get so affectionate with her in the dorm? Sure, you don't like her."

"How do you know that?"

"I just do, you've done it in front of me and Kass before but you both tried playing it off. I don't understand you two."

"Well, I don't like her. She obviously doesn't either with the way she's trying to be all up on him." Jungkook glares at you, his teeth biting the rim of the cup harshly as he brings it to his lips to take a sip.

"Whatever, I'm just saying dude. Probably better to be straight up about it than not."

"Kaaaaaaay." Jungkook responds sarcastically, trying to play off how butthurt he was right now. Cause yeah, he did fucking like you. He was just scared to admit it though because of reasons like this - the fact that you possibly didn't like him back killed him. The fact that you could possibly be using him to feel wanted, needed. It made his stomach turn.

He just really liked you, and god, did he want to be the one in your bed tonight. Whether or not that ended up in sex, whatever. He just wanted to be the one to touch you, be on you.

Meanwhile, Kang was attractive as hell and ouwee, were you feeling him tonight. You were, you really were - except, you could literally feel the holes Jungkook was burning through you from across the room. You'd occasionally glance over due to how distracting it was, Jungkook literally have no shame with eyeing you, almost glaring at you, from across the apartment.

"Is it too forward if I ask for your number already?" Kang licks his lips, his teeth lightly piercing his bottom lip as he looks down at you.

"No." You smirk at him, taking his phone to put your number in.

"We should kick it soon. I'd love to hang out with you and get to know you better."

"Yeah, just let me know when." You blush, until you're suddenly pulled out of your daze by a loud 'ahem,' the loudest throat-clearing you have ever heard in your life. You turn to see Jungkook making his way back over to the shots, knowing damn well he's calling you over. "See you around?" Kang winks before he tips his cup to you and gives you a single nod.

"Sure thing, cutiepie." You bite onto your bottom lip, making your way over to Jungkook at the shot station, instantly pinching his arm.

"What the fuck?"

"Nobody was calling you over." Jungkook smirks.

"Shut the fuck up, yes you were. I know that was you clearing your throat like that."

"I'm sorry, does it bother you?" He blinks cutely, tilting his head to the side. "Besides, why come over here when you're too busy with your man?"

"Are you jealous?"

"Why in the hell would I be jealous, Y/N? Do you." The words sting you, even though part of you still wants to believe that Jungkook may actually like you. All you can do is sigh and brush it off, placing your cup down in front of him as he pours himself another shot. "You sure?"

"Just give me the damn shot." You say, making it your 7th.

And the 7th turns into 8, 8 turns into 9, 9 turns into 10. And at 10, you're pretty fucking drunk even as the party is starting to die down by the time it's close to 2am. All 10 were a good combination of shots and mixed drinks.

10 drinks.

10 drinks is what it took for you to lay in Jungkook's bed at the end of the night, hands tangled in his fluffy hair as your makeout session intensifies by the minute - all due to this sexual tension, frustration, whatever the hell it was brewing between you two after all this time. The both of you are drunk as hell, and it's pretty evident with the way you can still taste the alcohol on his tongue, both sloppily touching up on each other, kisses getting wetter, clothes coming off like there's no tomorrow.

"Wait, are you sure?" Jungkook says, about to unhook your bra.

"Jungkook, god, just fuck me." You plead drunkily, the room spinning around you. He continues to unhook your bra, tossing it across the room where your other clothes lay, peppering kisses along your neck before licking up a stripe to meet your lips again. He hooks his fingers across the band of your panties, tugging them down and letting them get lost within his sheets. You take this as leverage to tug his boxer briefs down, already stroking his hardened member the moment you come into contact with it. The sad thing is that you both are so fucking drunk, you can't even appreciate the fact that you both are naked in front of each other for the first time ever.

You can't even come to terms with the fact that you both are about to fuck each other and cross that boundary completely.

But, hell, what do you care? You were drunk. You got a cute guy's number. You're getting dick at the end of the night.

"Oh shit, Y/N." He moans into your mouth as he feels you stroking him. "Need to feel you." He quickly runs his finger down your fold, slipping in two digits to pump them in and out, quickly prepping you for his dick.

"Hnnng--Kook." You bite onto your bottom lip as your eyes shut close momentarily, your head digging deeper into the pillow the more he tries to stretch you out. "Want you inside of me."

"I got you." He says. You almost whine at the loss of contact until you feel his tip poking at your entrance. He slowly continues to slip himself inside of you, Kook letting out a small groan while your mouth was left open, a soundless moan releasing before you hiss and take in all of him. He fills you up so well, so completely. He was so big that you felt full, bloated, with him being inside of you the way he was.

"Ohhhhhgod." You whimper as he starts to steady his pace, the lewd noises of his cock slipping in and out of your wet pussy filling his room - god forbid if Jimin or their other roommate Yoongi heard this right now. It would be nothing short of pornographic.

"You're so wet. Is that all for me?" He says, causing your eyes to roll to the back of your head as he begins to aggressively thrust into you.

"Y-yes." You whine.

"Say it again."

"All for you, Kook."

"I fucking thought so." He drunkily responds as one hand grips onto your hips tightly, the other in your hair as he digs his head back into the crook of your neck, his tongue messily licking near your jaw before he nibbles onto your earlobe.

"Hmmmmgggh, Jungkook. Fuck." You moan as you start to work your hips upward into his, your clit rubbing against his pelvis, causing the pleasure to pool quickly within the pit of your stomach. It causes goosebumps to pierce through the surface of your skin, your hands gripping tighter on his hair. "You're-you're gonna make me cum. Faster." You plead. He does just so, hammering into you, the sound of his hips slamming into yours bouncing off of the walls.

"Ahhh—Y/N." He groans.

"Just like that, just like that, just like that!" You repeat, your clit feeling incredibly stimulated by the way it rubs against his skin while he fucks into you. "Oh shit! Jungkook!" You moan loudly, biting his shoulder as you feel yourself trembling hard in his grip, your orgasm taking over your entire body.

"Shit, shit, shit—Y/N, Shiiiit." He says into your neck, followed by more curses and groans as you feel him coat your walls warmly. He stays inside of you until the both of you come back down to normalcy, your breathing becoming more regulated. He slowly slips himself out, plopping next to you on the bed, but doesn't welcome you into his arms.

The night goes on, the both of you sleeping on your own sides of Jungkook's bed, not really saying a word to each other. Because the both of you, although still pretty drunk, are more aware by the time it's over and it's become so clear how fucked up this got.

You were hurt. Completely hurt. Because you didn't expect Jungkook to just fucking ghost you after that night. You wanted to talk about it, maybe come to the conclusion that you two should just distance yourselves from each other to figure this out, even if it would hurt you a lot to do so.

No.

That morning, Jimin and Kass had to take you back to campus because Jungkook had darted out of his room, nowhere to be seen until later that night. The next week or so, there were no texts, no calls. No visiting your dorm, no asking to sleepover.

Nothing.

Just radio silence, white noise, if you will.

The one thing he could come up with was a stupid response to your text when you finally caved and asked what you did wrong mid-week.

Something along the lines of 'what do you want me to say, Y/N? do you want me to force myself to feel a certain way?'

Followed by a 'i'm sorry, fuck. that came out really wrong' even though you thought it came out perfectly fine. You understood loud and clear.

Even though this wasn't really an exclusive thing, or even a 'thing' if we wanna be straight up, you still couldn't help but feel like Jungkook had just dumped your ass with no explanation and you were still waiting for that explanation to come, whether it would or not. And because of this, you started to see Kang, hangout with him more often. He even took you out on a dinner date and you really enjoyed his company. He seemed genuine, caring, supportive - even if a lot of the basketball boys were the complete opposite. He was different, you liked to think.

And so you stand in front of the mirrors in the dance studio, you and Jungkook awkwardly running through the piece with Hoseok watching, confused as to why all of a sudden the two of you have this weird tension going on. It hasn't entirely ruined the couple piece, but it hasn't brought it together, either. The both of you could barely look at each other, barely get into the movements, the emotions behind the motions. Hoseok had to correct a few things, his 'pah pah pah's' echoing in the room constantly with how many times you and Jungkook had to be set straight for your sloppy steps today.

"Okay, I'm not saying it's bad, cause it's not. But can you both please act like you at least like each other or something? What's going on with you two? You aren't normally like this." Hoseok says, coming down to a crouch in front of the mirrors.

"Nothing, we'll do better. Don't worry." You brush off the entire question with your quick response. Jungkook looks at you, his hands on his hips, lightly frowning at how much you're distancing yourself even though he knows its entirely his fault for running from his feelings and not being honest with you.

"Okay, let's do it from the top." The music starts, you getting into the piece without making any eye contact with Jungkook. Even the steps that cause you to be close and near Jungkook, you look anywhere but his eyes, and your touch is light, trying your hardest not to let any feelings pass through the motion. Hoseok is a little more pleased this time around, but it still doesn't sit right with him, so he lets you two take a break while he heads to the other studio to check on Jimin and the rest of the group.

"Hey. Are you okay?"

"Jungkook, you don't get to ask me that." He sighs and runs his hand through his hair, not sure if he should continue on or not.

"Y/N—"

"Save it, and let's just get this over with, okay? I don't wanna be here just as much as you." Your words cut him deep because dear, you have gotten him completely misunderstood and yet, he still can't speak. He still can't talk about his feelings. He still can't save this even though he wants to, even though he loathes seeing you the way you are with Kang.

"I never said—"

"Kay, ready? Let's run this full out and make it a good one so we can call it for today." Hoseok says, clapping his hands to hype you two up somehow. The music starts and you're finally able to get into the steps. The emotions. And god, it's only because you're so hurt by your own bestfriend. You're hurt that he fucked you so good, and then dipped. You're hurt that he couldn't even face you the day after. You're hurt that after all this time, he made it seem like you still didn't matter enough - at least enough for an explanation, for some kind of reasoning, conversation, behind what just went down between the both of you. Between what has been going down between the both of you.

Besides the stupid ass responses he gave you through text.

You get so into your feelings that you don't even realize you're tearing up by the time the piece is over, and Jungkook catches it even though you face away from him as soon as the music cuts out.

"Nice, okay! That was so much better! Let's pick it up next session, yeah? We'll keep cleaning it up. Thanks guys!" Hoseok says. You immediately head towards the wall, grabbing your things to avoid any confrontation from Jungkook, but he grabs your arm as soon as you slip through the door.

"Y/N, wait. Stop."

"Let me go." You yank your arm from his grip.

"Why are you crying?" He stops in front of you, his hands placed on your arms to prevent you from moving any further.

"I'm not." You blatantly lie while you aggressively wipe away the stragglers coming down.

"Really? Just gonna lie like that?"

"Why do you care? You haven't said shit to me all week." You snap back, and Jungkook is taken aback from the tone in your voice. You remove his hands from your arms, and take one last look at him before shaking your head and walking off.

Next mistake? He doesn't come after you.

This was a waste of fucking time. If he truly cared about you, he wouldn't let you hurt like this.

You let out a deep sigh before clutching onto your things and walking back to your dorm. The walk from the gym/fitness center was damn near on the other end of campus compared to your dorm. It would be a good 10 minute walk if you really took your time. A good 10 minutes to ponder on your thoughts.

Yes, you liked Jungkook. You really liked him. Having sex with him solidified those feelings even more. How could you not have feelings for your bestfriend after all the moments you've shared? Was it your fault for assuming that? Was it your fault for walking through that door when it seemed to be completely open for you?

"Sup." Kang comes out of nowhere, pulling you out of your thoughts. He swings his arm around your shoulder, gently pulling you closer to his body. "Just got out of practice?"

"Sure did." You give him a toothless smile. Yes, he was attractive as hell. He always will be. But, even with the time you spent together, the date he took you on, he still couldn't make you feel the way Jungkook has been able to make you feel.

"How was it?"

"Um, it was alright. Nothing new really, just cleaning up the piece before the show. You're going right?"

"Why wouldn't I?" He smiles down at you. "Listen, I don't know if you've heard, but there's another party tonight."

"A party? It's Wednesday." You snort.

"Yeah, I mean, one of the boys on the Lacrosse team is throwing it at his family house because his parents will be gone. Wanna come? I'll pick you up. We don't have to stay for long." You looked at your watch.

"What time is it at?"

"Like 9ish?" Enough time for you to shower and get a quick dinner in your belly. Why the hell not? You were caught up for the week. You didn't have any pressing assignments that were due asap.

"Sure. I'll come."

"Cool. See you later then?" He says, about to part ways with you. You simply give him a nod before walking deeper into Edgehill village. You hoped you wouldn't regret this tonight, and you really hoped he meant it when he said you two didn't have to stay for long. You drag yourself into your room, seeing Kass' door wide open, revealing her packing up her duffle bag.

"Hey, where are you headed during the middle of the week?"

"My two classes got cancelled for tomorrow so me and Jiminie are heading out for a mini getaway for our anniversary." You cross your arms and smile. "He's just gonna catch up on shit when we get back I guess." She laughs.

"That sounds cute. I hope you have loads of fun this weekend, babe."

"What are you gonna do?" Kass and Jimin were obviously aware of everything happening between you and Jungkook being that they had to be the ones to take you home. They never pressed on it though, knowing you both were still pretty upset about how things were playing out. They figured you two would eventually work it out, but until then, they would just sit back and keep their mouths shut. You two were being completely stubborn, but it wasn't their relationship to fix.

"Well, there's this party Kang wants to take me to tonight."

"The Lacrosse party? Messy." She laughs. "Be careful, but also have fun, yeah? I still don’t know if I trust him.”

"Yeah I know."

"Tell me how it goes!"

"I will." You wave her off as you head into your room and shut the door. You figured you would just grab dinner on campus to avoid spending more money than you should; after all, dinner seemed to be pretty bomb tonight. You didn't mind going alone, sometimes Namjoon would join you, asking for you to bring him a plate of food while he does the hard job of sneaking inside the cafeteria through the back door. He usually waits for you at a free table and ends up staying there to have dinner with you, updating you on how life has been, how school has been. Sometimes Hoseok would join you, too. Either way, you didn't mind if no one joined. It was nice to have dinner by yourself from time to time.

You get there on time to be able to grab some food, eat quietly and head out before the cafeteria gets way too busy for your liking. You slip into the shower and throw on a mini skirt, a crop top and a denim jacket, lightly fluffing your hair in the mirror and adding a dab of lip gloss to your lips before Kang is calling you to tell you he's outside your dorm. He's wearing something similar to your color palette, however, you don't make much out of it since this also wasn't really an exclusive thing and you sure as hell weren't going around telling people you and Kang had a thing going on.

To him, you two might be a thing. You've definitely overheard people talking about you two in passing.

To you though, you two definitely weren't. And it was a big fuck you to Jungkook for that.

The house is packed from end to end already, and you're surprised being that it has barely hit 10 minutes since the party was expected to take off. Kang is having to park down the hill, allowing you to hop onto his back for a quick piggy back ride up until you reach the front of the house. There's people already fucked up out on the lawn [you figured they fucked themselves over during their pre-game session cause that shit really happens from time to time], either laying there drunkily or yacking on a free patch of grass.

Gross.

Messy, indeed.

Some people are posted, smoking blunts and offering it to people who were passing by. You and Kang both pass up on it, the idea of not knowing where it has been not sitting right with you. You both head straight to the bottles, taking shots and downing mixed drinks to chase it with so that you can catch up with majority of the crowd. Kang has his arm around your shoulder throughout the night, keeping you close to him, even when he's getting pretty drunk. You realize he's a little more handsy than usual, a little more touchy than you expected him to be. It doesn't bother you for a minute, until he really tries to hike up your skirt while you sit on his lap. You gently shoo his hand away, playing it off while he nuzzles his head against your neck.

"Let's go upstairs, babe." He says, the pet name sounding incredibly off coming from him. Maybe you were drunk, maybe you really just weren't in the mood. It just didn't sound cute, if that even makes sense?

"Okay." You respond stupidly, not wanting to cause a scene at a lacrosse party. You intertwine your fingers with his as he leads the way up the stairs, eyeing the doors as they come into view. He leans forward towards each door, making sure it's clear before opening it. You assume he finally finds one that he's satisfied with when you catch the small smirk that grows at the corner of his lips when he turns the door knob and brings you inside. He pulls you into a deep, rough kiss, one that doesn't even allow you to breathe and process what the fuck is even going on. You can't get into it for the life of you, no matter how hard you try to back away. "Wait, wait."

"What's wrong, baby? Isn't this what you wanted?" He says, kissing down your neck as he drops his jacket to the floor. He gently pushes you onto the bed, his hands traveling up your skirt as you lay there trying to push him off.

"Wait, stop." He doesn't listen. He continues until his hands are literally hooking onto your panties, his finger swiping down your clothed folds. You try fighting him off, but he's way stronger than you. He continues to be aggressive, forcefully trying to shove your panties down until you muster up all the energy you have to finally push him off of you completely. "Stop!"

"What the fuck? I thought you wanted this?"

"Who the hell said that?"

"Are you serious? The way that you're dressed and the way that you look at me. The way you approached me at your friend's party - isn't it all because of this? Because you wanted me? Why are you backing out now?"

"Jesus, get over yourself." You stand, fixing your skirt back down. He furrows his brows at you before his hand grips your arm tightly, shoving you against the wall.

"The fuck, you can't just leave without giving me anything. I brought you here to this party."

"Let me go! You're fucking sick. No one even told you I wanted this to go down. I don't know who you think you are, but you need to get yourself together and stop assuming every pussy is yours to take." He attempts to pin you, his hand holding up both of your hands against the wall while the other tries to pull up your skirt. Someone accidentally opens the door, distracting him and giving you leverage to shove him off and get the fuck away. You dart down the steps, fixing your skirt as you head outside and away from the house.

Fuck, you're far from campus. And Kass and Jimin aren't around.

God.

You groan and run your hand through your hair as you continue to walk down the hill and into the neighborhood to get as far away as possible from that house and that gross ass dude. He was literally just like the rest of the basketball team. You've heard stories and they weren't nice. Looks like he was trained well already, and that shit was sad. What a waste. A beautiful human being with such a nasty, sick mindset. You hoped other girls hadn't fallen for his shit.

Ugh, it sends shivers down your spine. Bad shivers.

"Hello? Y/N?"

"Kook, can you come pick me up please?"

"Yeah, yeah. Of course. Where are you?"

"I'll drop my location. Please hurry." You say, looking back to make sure your coast was clear. You drop the pin into your text thread with Jungkook and sit on the curb until his arrival. It's getting pretty chilly out, and the denim jacket you're wearing fails to provide you with the warmth you're looking for. Sooner or later, Jungkook is pulling up, damn near hopping out before he can shift the gear into park.

"You okay? What happened?" He says, opening the door for you before rushing over to the driver's seat.

"Nothing, can we just go back to your place?" He nods silently, and doesn't press any further after hearing your tone. He watches from his peripherals how you fiddle with your fingers and constantly reach to pull your skirt down even though he doesn't think there's any other way you could pull it down even more. He watches as he parks the car on the curb in front of his apartment how you simply undo your seatbelt and hop out to walk straight into his apartment. He watches as you welcome yourself into his closet and pick out some clothes for you to change in.

You were hurt, and his blood boils thinking about who could've done this and what they could have possibly done.

I mean, no. He knows who did this, but the question was what exactly did he try?

He hears the shower turn on, then quickly get turned off after a good 5 minutes. You had stepped in for a quick body shower, using Jungkook's bodywash just to rid yourself of feeling gross. Feeling gross from being shoulder to shoulder all night long, people breathing down your neck. Kang touching you inappropriately. You slip into Jungkook's clothes, his scent wrapping around you entirely. When you head back into the room, Jungkook has his headset back on as he faces his computer, logging back onto his game of League of Legends. You silently toss your dirty clothes to the side of his room, making a mental note to grab it tomorrow morning and toss it straight into the laundry.

Straight into a fire, perhaps. But you loved those clothes so much, it was unfortunate it'd have such a horrible memory to go with it.

Jungkook slowly removes his headset again and removes himself from his game before he heads over and sits on the edge of his bed. You simply look at him, pursing your lips tightly together to prevent yourself from crying.

But he can tell.

"What happened Y/N?" The question triggers you, making you cry into your hands as he sits there, dumbfounded and worried at how he can fix this and make you feel better. "Look, you don't have to tell me all the details but please tell me how I can help. At least tell me if I need to beat Kang's ass." He says, pulling you into his arms.

"He tried to fucking take advantage of me." You mumble as you remove your face from your hands.

"He did what?" He manages to ask even though he has a hard time swallowing the lump that formed in his throat. He already assumed you had placed him in the same category as Kang even though he never intended to take advantage of you. He really took that night as something special [even drunk], and he never meant to make you feel like you were a used object. Not like Kang.

"He-he," You sniffed. "He tried to force me into having sex with him. He took me upstairs at that lacrosse guy's party or whoever the hell it even was, and he started to aggressively kiss me. And then he tried to force my panties down and touch me there, and—"

"Okay, please don't go on or else I'll literally go over there and tear his ass apart right now. I promise you." He says sternly, his jaw clenching tightly. "God, fuck. I'm so sorry Y/N. I can't apologize on his behalf but fuck, you didn't deserve that." He uses his sweater to wipe your tears.

"I don't even know why I'm crying, this shit isn't even worth it." You groaned. "It's just overwhelming to process, I guess."

"That's okay." He says, letting out a sigh as he brushes his hand through your hair and continues to wipe the stragglers falling from your eyes. "Anything I can get you right now?"

"No, I'm probably just gonna go to bed." He nods. "Thank you for picking me up."

"Of course. You know I'll always be there." He says. You slip yourself into his sheets, watching as he makes his way back to his desk. But fuck, the only thing you needed right now was him. You didn't want this distance anymore, and you just wanted to be comforted in true Jungkook fashion.

"Wait."

"Hm?" He hums as he has a hand placed on the head of his chair while he turns to you.

"Can you just lay with me?"

"Yeah." He says, shutting off his computer before making his way over to you in the dark. You feel him slip in next to you, his arm snaking around your shoulders so he can pull you close and onto his chest. "Better?"

"Yeah." You say, shutting your eyes as you listen to his heart beat.

"Y/N."

"Yeah?"

"I never meant to take advantage of you, or make you feel like I used you that one night." Silence. "It was dumb of me, but I just— I had trouble coming to terms with my feelings. I was scared that you wouldn't feel the same way, but I thought fuck it, at least you would know, right?"

"What are you talking about, Kook?" You ask, close to a whisper.

"I'm saying that I really fucking like you, Y/N. No, that's not right." He curses himself. "I-I uh, I'm in love with you. And I don't know if I messed this up already with the way I acted, god I hope not, but you at least deserve to know that I truly do value you and that you mean alot to me. That night, even though we were pretty plastered, it meant a lot to me. It was more than just sex and I'm sure you felt that too." He waits for your response as his fingers rake through your hair. "Please say something, anything."

"I feel the same way, Jungkook. You're an idiot for running off, but I couldn't even stay mad at you. You just know how to hit my soft spots and I can never say no to it. Can never turn my back on it." He presses a kiss against the top of your head.

"Fuck, I'm really glad to hear that cause I don't know what I would have done besides cry if you rejected me." You playfully hit his chest.

"You're annoying." You jokingly say as you chuckle.

"I'm sorry. I really am. I never wanted to hurt you."

"It's okay." You look up to press your lips against his before laying back down.

"And Kang better be fucking glad you're pressed against my body right now because I'm still looking to beat his ass."

"He's not even worth it." Is the last thing you say before you find yourself drifting into a deep sleep, in the comfort of Jungkook's arms.

"You two feeling okay? Nervous?" You and Jungkook shake your heads. "Good, you guys got this. You've been looking amazing during practice, the audience will love you two, no doubt. Just remember to show emotions through expressions and hit every beat sharply." Hoseok nods in unison with the both of you.

"Got it, thanks Hobi." You smile at him toothlessly. You and Jungkook patiently waited for your turn backstage, the talent show already off to a wild and fun start. So many students came by to showcase their talents - from beatboxing, open mic, freestyling [like Yoongi did], dancing, singing, you name it. It was always a fun time at the talent show, and it was always nice to see people getting love for the shit they loved to do.

"You're up next." Hoseok says. "I'll be in the front row. Kick ass and have fun!" He says as he rushes off towards the opposite end to head back out to his seat in the theater.

"Ready?" Jungkook holds out his hand for you to take.

"I think so." You playfully respond as the backstage crew is rushing out the previous talent and rushing you two in to take your places on stage. The lights pick up as soon as the music starts, Kang's big ass head already in full view for you. He's definitely not smiling, no, he has a look of pure disgust because he simply couldn't get what he wanted from you.

And boy, who's fault was that? Not yours, no sir. It was his fault for thinking he had it like that.

But anyways, you're feeling the music, you're feeling the piece because you're dancing with your bestfriend and there wasn't this grey area anymore. It was easier to get into the motions, to get into the feeling, especially when things felt right between the two of you.

And God, what else is more attractive than Jeon Jungkook hitting his 8 counts so smoothly, with just enough umph to make it pop but make it pop cleanly.

Yo, please. I beg. Send some help. You could literally melt on stage.

The moments where Jungkook has to be close to you, where he has to touch you - you let him, and you touch him with meaning. You don't stray away this time because you have no reason to. The crowd is cheering, lots of 'ou's' and 'aw's' erupting from various places in the theater.

"Pretty lady." Jungkook whispers in your ear as the move requires his hands to be placed on your hips for a quick moment. You hear him slightly singing along to the song as he parts from you, causing you to blush.

Sooner or later, the couple piece is over and the song is transitioning to Jimin's piece, you and Jungkook rushing off the stage so the next group can take their positions. Jimin wanted to test his limits, creating a piece a little different than his usual taste - Chris Brown's Came to Do begins blaring through the theater speakers. You immediately jump into Jungkook's arms once you both reach backstage, the both of you immensely happy and pumped that you got through the piece without messing up one step or beat. It went so smoothly that Hoseok was standing in the front row, clapping and cheering in typical Hoseok fashion. You intertwine your fingers with his, slipping through the side door to catch Jimin's piece on stage. You and Jungkook are cheering them on, always impressed by the shit your friends can come up with. You both loved dancing, but you couldn't even imagine coming up with your own pieces to teach people.

That night after the show, everyone heads to a nearby restaurant for dinner with everyone. You all take up almost an entire section of the restaurant, splitting two long tables to accommodate the entire group with doubled the waitresses to take your orders. You settle for water, splitting an abnormally huge and filled deep dish pizza with Jimin, Kass and Jungkook. It was a good day, a good night, everyone at the table happily eating and chatting it up over dinner. You turn down any drinks because to be honest, drinks lowkey make you queasy just from the thought of how much you drank at Jungkook's apartment, plus the added bonus of that party Kang took you to. Jungkook declines as well, knowing he has to drive you back safely.

Jimin and Kass head back to the apartment because Yoongi says he's gonna hang out with Joon And Hoseok for a bit, and they warn you and Jungkook that things may get loud so the both of you decide to really stick to the plan of bringing you back to the dorm. Jungkook does his usual routine of dropping you off first before finding parking around campus. You hop in the shower and come out in Jungkook's oversized crewneck that he left in your closet, forgoing the shorts because you certainly thing that at this point, he'd love to see you in his sweater and panties.

And he does. He smiles as he pulls you close, his hands traveling up your sweater, only to find out that you literally don't have shit on besides some cute little boyshorts. He feels himself hardening in his pants quick because he's incredibly attracted to you and everything about you, always has been, always will be.

"You did amazing tonight." He says, gently kissing your forehead.

"You did too, partner." He gives you a slightly shocked look.

"Is that all I am to you? Your dance partner?"

"Yeah, why? Were you expecting more?" You joke as you smile up at him.

"Yeah, I was."

"Oh?" He gently swoops you up into his arms, your legs wrapped tightly around his torso as he sits you on the bed, his hands resting on your thighs while you continued to hold him around the neck. "Care to tell me what you were expecting?"

"Well, you know, my best friend—" He presses a kiss against your lips, thumbs gently rubbing circles against your hips. "My girlfriend."

"Hm, say that again?" Your fingers are gently playing with the ends of his hair, your lips barely grazing his.

"My girlfriend." He says closed to a whisper, kissing you softly. The kiss deepens quick, Jungkook's tongue lining your bottom lip as his way of asking for permission to take it further. You gladly take it and let him in, your tongues instantly fighting for dominance. Your fingers travel up his hair, tugging ever so slightly just to let him know you want more. That you need more.

And he gets that.

His fingers hook onto the band of your boyshorts, tugging them down and letting them fall down your legs and onto the floor. He breaks the kiss momentarily, his brown, puppy dog eyes looking straight into yours.

"Hey." He says, brushing the hair out of your face.

"Hm?"

"I know I said the last time was special, and it was. It is." He corrects himself. "But, I wanna do right by you this time around. So, is it okay if I keep going? Are you comfortable?" He asks properly, since the two of you are both sober and perfectly coherent, aware of your surroundings and the fact that you'll be seeing each other fully naked in a few minutes.

"Yes." You respond. "Yes, I want you to keep going. I want you. This." He simply nods, bringing his lips back onto yours. His hands climb up your sweater and gently gives your breasts a good squeeze, earning a small moan from the both of you. His other hand begins to travel down to your pussy, two long fingers slowly probing your entrance and causing your breathing to hitch.

"You okay?" He asks lowly. You nod, biting onto your bottom lip as you tilt your head back and rest on your hands, no longer able to keep up with the kiss due to all the pleasure starting to pile up deep in your core. Jungkook starts of slow, his head now buried into the crook of your neck as he works his digits upward, tickling at the right spot.

"Ohhhh, Kook." You mewl as his tongue swipes across the surface of your neck, biting gently beneath your jaw. He begins to pick up the pace, the sounds of him finger fucking you filling up the room entirely.

"Fuck, you're so wet baby." He groans into your neck.

"I'm gonna cum." You whine, teeth almost piercing through your bottom lip in between your whimpers.

"Need to taste you." He removes his fingers and sinks down in between your thighs, gripping onto them and pulling you just a teensy bit more off the edge of the bed so he can get a good angle. The sight of his eyes looking up at you in between your legs is to die for, and the sight alone is enough to make you cum. But, you hold on, you ride out for a little longer - feeling Jungkook's tongue swipe in and out of your folds before he's sucking endlessly on your clit.

"Ahhh, fuck, wait, Jungkook!" He slightly smiles while eating you out, signaling that he's not stopping even if you beg him to. "Hnnng—shit!" You moan loudly as you feel yourself toppling over the edge, your body shaking in Jungkook's grip. You twitch every time he continues to suck gently on your sensitive nub, letting you ride out the rest of your high. He comes back up to your lips, the taste of your own cum lingering on it as you kiss him deeply.

"You taste so good." He says, back to twirling your nipples in between his fingers.

"Wanna feel you." You fiddle with his jeans, undoing his belt and sliding the rest down as much as you could. Jungkook gets out of his shirt and tosses it aside before helping get the sweater above your head. His eyes glow at the sight of your bare body in front of him, wanting to do nothing but please you and please you well.

"God, you're so perfect." He places kisses down your collarbone, to the surface of your breasts before quickly swirling his tongue around your perked buds. You moan as you tug down onto his boxer briefs, immediately stroking his hardened member while he tended to you. Jungkook was a fucking beauty himself - his soft hair, his perfectly toned body, his long 'thick in all the right places' dick.

"Please." You plead. "I want you inside of me." You whimper, causing Jungkook's breathing to hitch when you slightly tighten your grip at the base of his shaft. He gently pushes your hand aside to take over, lining himself up at your entrance. He inserts the tip, watching your eyes roll to the back of the head as he slowly sinks into you.

"Mmmmmgod." He moans. "So tight for me, baby. So fucking wet and tight." He repeats, close to a growl. Your moaning begins to pick up, matching the pace of his thrusting. You're still on the edge of the bed, Jungkook keeping you steady by gripping your thighs tightly. He marvels at the sight of your titties bouncing up and down with every thrust, hissing and shutting his eyes momentarily to keep himself grounded and to prevent himself from coming too quickly. Cause god, he can literally blow any second now.

"Jungggggkooook, yessssss!" You moan loudly, whining even at this point with how good he feels fucking into you at such a fast pace. You're feeling slightly sore already from him hammering into you, but nonetheless, it builds more pleasure for you and you want nothing but to reach your high again. "I-I'm coming!" Jungkook moans in unison with you when he feels your walls pulsating against his cock.

"Such a good girl for me." He says, slowing his pace. The creamy sounds of Jungkook's cock slipping inside and out is music to the both of your ears. He finally gains the courage to remove himself, sitting next to your spot on the edge of the bed and pulling you onto his lap. You swing a leg over, your hands resting on the nape of his neck while you sink yourself lower onto his length. Your mouth opens to let out a moan, but the best you can do is let out a hiss. It feels too fucking good that you can't even process it thoroughly. Jungkook pushes your lips down onto his by grabbing your neck, his other hand guiding the movement of your hips as you roll into him.

"Mmmggg—Jungkook." You whimper in between kisses. "You feel so fucking good, god. You're gonna make me cum again."

"Yeah, cum for me. Cum all over me. It's yours." He grunts, his hands guiding you to work him faster. Your movements are getting sloppier, and you feel your wetness starting to coat his pelvis. He doesn't give a fuck though, and neither do you. This shit feels too good for you to worry about the mess you're making on him.

"Cum with me please." He moans at the sound of you whispering into his ear.

"Faster, baby." He says, almost making you cry at how awfully close you are to unraveling. You tug onto his hair, your head buried deep into his neck as you try and suck onto the surface, trying to find an outlet, some kind of release, until you let go. You suck harshly as you coat his cock with your cum, leaving a purple mark right at the base of his neck. You continue to ride out your high, rolling your hips sloppily as Jungkook finally lets himself go, his moan bouncing off of your walls as his seed fills you up warmly.

You stay in your position, slowly raising your head to cup his cheeks and kiss him deeply once more.

"Fuck, I love you." He says slightly pulling away.

"I love you too." You giggle.

"Didn't actually need any drinks to do this now, did we?" Jungkook jokes, softly pinching your hip.

"Shut up."

"Damn, you both couldn't even at least try to be quiet?!" Jimin yells from outside the door.

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kkusuka · 4 years ago

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(i had to repost lol- it wasn’t showing up on my page)

this the request: part 3 of thiccy gf hcs ??? with kuroo, terushima, sakusa, and daichi and/or atsumu 🥺👉🏽👈🏽 i must be fed

i understand your need for them

and as a member of the thunder-thigh committee, i am happy to write about my fellow sexy women! (another 4:56 am ramble i refuse to delete)

part one

part 2 <3

i mixed this with this ask ; Pt. 3 of the thicc af gf with Aone, Osamu, Kyotani, Daichi, Kuguri, and Terushima plz? 🥺

this got wayyyyyyyyy long

4, 685 words. my finger slipped?

Kuroo tetsuro

this guy has been trying to get you since first year

he’s that dedicated

and you didn’t even notice, he was just a flirty friend who helped you with science

(even when he would practically put you in his lap while he went over things)

lo and behold, he finally got his chance during the third year culture festival

yeah as in he waited a whole three years for this

Eh, once again, had a whole pan to make you see him as your great future husband, aka the haunted house (a good excuse to have you hold onto him)

He has to give it to class 2-4, the did a damn good job, it was scary

Long story short you fell on top of him, boobs in face hands-on ass

~heaven~

Mans actually asked you to be his girlfriend right there, groping you and murmuring between your boobs. (he wouldn't have gotten up if the next group wasn’t approaching.)

From then on he’d literally do anything for the ass

He’s a big simp and we all know it.

Like When you wear shorts he has to ‘pull them down’ aka feel you up while pulling the hem of your shorts down ever so slightly.

Or when he gets on a knee right behind you to ‘tie his shoe’, but the school shoes have no laces.

He could be a bit more creative and he wanted to look under your skirt.

When he wants to cut the bull shit he’ll just lift the back of your skirt and rub around for a but, to hell with all the other kids in the hallway.

(did I mention that he puts things on the highest shelves so he can walk up behind you and practically dry hump you.)

Speaking of simp nation

You can't really wear anything without setting him off

Shorts drive him absolutely nuts, it's insane. But it isn't his fault that most of your shorts are spandex that cut off right at the beginning of your thighs, it's like a homemade booty lifter. He just can’t help but wanting to cop a feel.

Or the color red in general. It is ridiculous, the guy rips everything when he tries to take it off too. So that stunning red cocktail dress with the lace-up sides was not unwearable, and you only had it on for like 2 hours. And that was only because it was a friend's 18th birthday party you were both invited to.

(thanks to kuroo not letting you out of his arms you both were late and left early.)

((in his defense you looked like a full course meal and it was giving him severe blue balls, and he’s only seen you for a few minutes))

Halloween, you know. the one night you could dress up as anything. any you decide to go as a cat-girl in a maid costume. And you expected him to just take that sitting down? Hell no. the red thigh highs AND the corset middle? You're lucky it lasted as long as it did.

That my dear was bravery. His color. A cat. And a short skirt. With thigh highs!

And so, he did what he did all those other times, dragged you to sit on his lap, and opening your thighs, and like a good girl you’ll let him

If you could already tell, he gives no shits to whos watching, let ‘em see (they really never do but you get the point)

He’s also a prime thigh groper, especially when he wants to keep your legs open, he also loves thigh hic

Terushima Yuji

Another shower-offer

You were already he's so why can't he let everyone know?

Speaking of you being his, he doesn't tell people how you guys don’t together, with good reason considering you practically beat him up

Not really but that’s what he calls it, basically he tried to get with one of your friends at a party.

She just happens to not be interested in men and has a wonderful girlfriend, so she was uncomfortable but couldn't tell him to leave her alone

So you took fate into your own hands, literally, you stole Fate from class 3-2’s drink and poured it on him before slapping him and telling him about how he was a pig.

And he fell in love, you looked like an angel, a really hot angel, it didn't help you were in a white dress either

And from then on he literally once or twice, got on his knees for you, asking to give him a chance.

Honestly, it got annoying, so you just agreed to make it go away. It did, but you also gained a perv of a boyfriend who has an insatiable love for your lower half

He’s a simple creature, do take caution of his fragile being

So that means all those times you bend over in front of him he was slowly cracking and trying to figure out where the nearest storage closet is.

He thought he was having heart palpitations when he saw you in the damn dress again, apparently, he didn't see all of it. Specifically the v-neck top, and the fact it only went to the end of your ass. Needless to say, he made sure to walk behind you on every staircase that you went on

Another set off is yoga legging, like the lululemon ones, that people wear all the time. They fit you great, really really great. They were supposed to work out in them???? Why were they so skin-tight????? And he also figured out that you wore things because of them. Instant nut.

How you ask, simple.

One time he saw your underwear line through the pants and he pointed them out, they did make it seem like your ass was super soft so he saw his chance and took it.

So the next time you wore them and he didn't see the lines he was like ??????

And thus began the “Yuji hunt for lineless underwear” and he found the thongs

And you received the fucking of your life soon after.

Oh! And there’s any time you go to the beach. Literally every time.

No cap.

The first time was when you wore a red one-piece and he practically went feral. It wasn't really a one-piece if it was see-through and had the lowest neckline on the planet.

Everyone was looking at you.

He practically fucked you on the beach but held off until you got back to the hotel room.

He’s way more forward when he wants to fuck, if you could imagine. He’ll just walk up to you and tell you he wants to get some, like right now.

If you can even ignore him, he’ll throw an arm around your waist and grope around your legs, all the way to the apex.

It is also not below him to try and get you off while still wearing underwear that he will be taking after.

(i didn't say anything about his stash off orgasm ruined underwear? My bad.)

Sakusa Kiyoomi

Going beyond the fact he even has a girlfriend, y’know considering, but the fact that no one knew who you were until you showed up at nationals to cheer him on

(atsumu was even starting to think that you didn't exist and that poor kiyoomi just imagined you up, so can imagine his shock when you ran up to said boy after they won)

The whole dating thing wasn't the shocking part; it was the fact that you looked like you walked off of the Milan runway.

And you were wearing leggings and sakusa's jacket, all of a sudden everyone was interested in how that happened

It was a kind of a boring story, someone had spilled coffee in a shop that you both happen to be in

And he watched you offer the man the same disinfectant wipes that he uses!

And in the most sakusa way possible he followed you out of the shop and tried to talk to you.

An exchange of numbers and many awkward conversations (and boners) later, you were a couple.

Back to that hug, like the many others, he's let you have, it’s all just to feel how soft you were

But poor touch -starved sakusa doesn't know what to do with any of these pent up feelings.

And he has a loooooooot of them.

Multiple occasions have shaped the poor germ-boy into the horny-tornado he has become

so he’s not really into what you’re wearing, it’s more about what you’re doing

like when you wore the mask he bought you to one of his games, and you wore one of his alternate uniforms, but the kicker was how you stayed away from everyone and didn’t let a single person near you (or his shirt)

or when you helped him clean his dorm when he was doing his weekly deep clean

or when the two of you washed the dishes while trying to do one of those “try not to sing” challenges

(is it normal to get a boner when your girlfriend helps you clean? no?)

but, as much as he tries to remain emotionless on the subject, there are multiple exceptions to the “it’s not what she wears” whole thing

Like that violet puffy skirt, you wore to a study fate, the one with the white sweater? That one, the same one that he could see your panties, from anywhere he sat. and Every time you got up you would have to smooth it down to make the creases go down, but it was only ever really giving him a good idea about the shape of your ass.

(if he sees you in that skirt again he’s just going to fuck you in it)

The lesser-known horny-inducer, since he made you take it off within the first five minutes, was a dress! What kind of dress? A neon yellow see-through mesh dress. The bottom wasn’t what got him though, it was the fact that your white bra was clearly seen under the mesh top. Or maybe it was the way the skirt made your waist look super small, and how your hips looked so round and squeezable.

Yeah, no one else could experience you in that.

Not to sound like this, but sakusa is still averse to touch

BUT BUT BUT

That goes out the window when he wants to dance the devil's tango with you.

Mr. His way or no way shows up, he does it every so slightly different

If it’s just the two of you, he’ll put a hand on your shoulder and he’ll push you to your knees. And he’ll pet your head and tell you what’s about to happen and advise you to listen like a good girl.

But in the instance you are in the presence of others, he’ll stand behind you and bring you super close to him, ass to dick. (maybe he’ll grind into you a bit, just to convince you to follow him) and he’ll throw a few words in about how much of a bitch in heat you are for getting turned on in front of all of these people.

It’s best to just do what he wants before he makes you cum in your underwear.

Daichi Sawamura

oh my

you guys are the power thigh couple

powerful and defined mixed with soft and pillowy

In Fact, that’s literally how the two of you met, thanks to Tanaka and Nishinoya of course.

(let’s just pretend karasuno has a cheer squad, and you just happened to be the captain of said team)

So basically you were doing a favor for the student council, and you were supposed to ask how many third years, managers included, were on each team and each club in the school

Easy! Turns out not so much. You were still in your cheer practice uniform, which was the shortest spandex ever made, and a Karasuno school t-shirt that was ever so slightly too tight.

Anyway, you make it to the gym and open the door, and the little one, Yachi, saw you and literally screamed. (she was right by the door), and that alerted everyone else in the gym, which led to the bald boy and his short companion pushing you further into the gym.

But in the better sense, it did gain the attention of the captain! Just the exact moment he was in front of you someone pushed; your back and within a second, in some miracle like way, you both ended up on the floor and he ended up planked on top of you with a leg between your spread thighs.

Almost kissing nonetheless.

Then, like the gentleman he was, he got off and asked you if you alright and kneeled down and let you use his shoulder to try and stand back up.

You did get up, for a split second, Daichi still kneeling letting you use him as a step stool when a certain red-head was flung right into you and you went toppling forward.

Onto Daichi.

Onto Daichi's face.

Your thighs around his head.

His hands-on your ass.

Hand in his hair.

He could sit there forever, you were frozen, everyone else was frozen.

You eventually climbed off and asked how many third years there were. But he just sat there, his hands hadn’t moved either, luckily Suga answered and you were on your way.

And Daichi still didn’t move, after that incident, you had begun to see him everywhere, and eventually, he just cut the shit and asked you out.

Daddy Daichi likes seeing you in literally anything from sweatshirts to lingerie.

His favorite was the brown buttoned pencil skirt and the white blouse, that you wore to a date. You were kind of overdressed for the ramen shop and after a walk, but he didn't even care. He was so thrown off by how turned on he was he couldn't speak in full sentences.

An example:

“Yeah, the food here is- boob, I-I mean great, not boob, great, yes, great.”

The second.

Was a bathrobe.

Can you see where I'm going with that? Simply you look hot.

His favorite part of the night was ripping it off of you.

And like the first time you met, he had his head in your thighs <3

Atsumu Miya

You met poor atsumu at a party.

He tried to shoot his shot, y’know he sees a cute lady he’s just gotta try and show you what you could be getting

he had it all planned, he was going to walk up behind you and run his hands over your delicious curves and ask you if you were in need of any help

he doesn’t take into account that a having a random guy just start groping you and pressing himself behind a girl was panic-inducing

so when he dropped your waist, you freaked out and may or may not have punched him in the dick

while he was in a. world of pain you age to figure out what the hell had just happened to you

then you noticed him on the floor, and when he noticed you looking at him he put this forced cocky smirk on and gave you a “how you doing”

You took pity on the poor creature and helped him up and got him some ice, then conversed with him for the majority of the rest of the night.

And he just hasn't left you alone since

(and, you learned this far later, that he went so far to tell Sakusa and Kageyama all about you and how amazing you are, and has even sent them- more than one- picture

But in other news, he’s very horny

So really all that means is he always has his hands on you

Like during practice breaks when you're allowed to come down and talk to him for a bit, give him some things, but it normally just consists of him sitting on the bench and you standing in front of him.

While his hands rest on your hips and his face is shoved into the valley between your breasts, and he just sits and listens to you as you brush a hand through his hair.

Or sometimes, if he had been having a rough time, he’ll just have his hands under your skirt and he’ll feel around for a bit while grumbling about how people cant hit his sets

But for being the possessive bastard he is, he sure likes letting you wear all those outfits

Like the booty shorts and tank top, you wore to bring them food during the summer training camp. That same camp that the two of you disappeared at and he came back looking like he had won the lottery.

Or the cute little red dress you wore to your anniversary date? The one that made him have a hard-on the entire time you were at dinner. He knows the waiter remembers, he also bets the waiter remembers seeing him fucking you in the car when his shift was over.

And that time you wore his jersey to bed and sent him a picture of it. It was such a good picture that he made it his lock screen for everyone to see.

He just likes looking at you tbh.

Aone Takanobu

you guys didn’t meet in some weird perverted way, it was actually really cute!

Not to sound creepy but he knew that you were in the garden club because you sat right in front of him in class

And since he didn't talk to anyone else in that class he was just content with listening, and so there he was

Standing outside of the garden club door holding his withering basil plant. Lost.

Lucky for him you were walking down the hallway and greeted him, looking all pretty and cute

You did help him realize that he was overwatering the basil and within a few weeks, it was back to life!

From that first time on, he came to the club room with you twice a week and walked home with you, just listening to all the random plant facts that you had harbored in your mind.

Eventually, with the help of the team, he asked you out, and you hugged him and said yes, and that was the beginning of the “oh god, y/n is way softer than I thought”

So he really just tries to be near you or be touching you at all times

(i am also a firm believer that he likes to slow dance to classical music in your living room)

Like during lunch periods when you sit next to him and the second you finish eating hell push you to lean against him

And he’ll rub small circles on your hips and give you small innocent gropes

Or how he hugs your waist when you're doing literally anything, and he puts his head on top of your head while swaying

I can also tell you that Aone is a good singer

So he hums to you (I'm uwuing over my own headcanon lol)

He also really likes just running his hands along your body, so he likes when you wear the one-piece dresses so he has smooth sailing down your body

As a man of little words, he clearly has a more physical approach to getting you on the horny train

What I am trying to get at is that more often than not he literally just picks you up and carries you away.

Of course, that leaves you to come back to whatever you were doing.

That is after the cuddles and after sex ‘conversations’ about the dumbest things

Basically, he likes to hear you talk and he really likes being near.

Osamu Miya

He knew who you were

With a brother like atsumu, who never shuts up about you, it's hard not to

(Osamu is pretty sure atsumu had a picture of you next to his pillow. ew)

Anyway, the two of you just happened to share the same lunch block, and it also just happens to be the only period block that he was alone

No teammates and no especially close that he could hang out with

That meant he could either study or eat

Had he chose to eat, only to be met with the fact that atsumu had drained both of their lunch accounts for his flavor of the week

Poor baby stood there for a while just processing what was the worst news of his life

When you, a true angel among the evil, said that you would graciously pay for his food so that he didn't outlook so sad anymore

If he wasn’t holding an armful of onigiri he would have fallen on his knees and begged to whatever god was out there to let him keep you

But he settled for thanking you and spending the entire period with you, he even offered to share (for the first time in his life)

You complimented him on his flavor choice and he decided to keep you

He made sure to share his recipes with you and you tried to do the same

And somehow that evolved into you guys going on dates, much to atsumu’s distaste, and you guys were totally hitting it off

Osamu was your official biggest fan, he loved everything you do

But that means he wants to stay your biggest fan, and he knows that you’re pretty well known for boys thinking not so innocent things about you

Again being brothers with atsumu gave him this little sadistic streak

He lets you wear all of the revealing outfits and the bikinis, all for everyone to see

Everyone to see what belongs to him

Like at suna’s party he let you wear a black mini-skirt and a white off the shoulder long sleeved flowy shirt.

You looked good, and all the guys staring at you proved that point tenfold. Three guys had come up to you and tried to get you to go upstairs with them. And it was almost immediately shut down when they noticed the act you were sitting on your boyfriend.

Speaking of, he almost always has you in his lap.

Aww, cute! Not, he like grinding you down on him, that's also why he likes having you wear skirts, easy access to your ass, also a nice way to ensure that he could get more than a few gropes in when he wants

No, it's definitely the way he made you wear thigh highs to school one day and the shortest skirt you owned (like a school skirt) and walked behind you the entire day.

And he just reached behind you and lifted your skirt for the whole hallway to see, but mostly for him

He waists no time when he wants to fuck, he’ll just walk up to and open your legs while making out with either you or your neck.

And yes he has done that in front of atsumu

Who was warned to stay out of their room for a while.

Not to mention all those times he convince you to go to school with no underwear on just for the fun of it

(I didn't tell you this but those off the shoulder mini dresses drive him wild. On graduation day he pulled into a closet and had his way with you. I mean he did say that if you wore that dress he was going to do it, buuuuuut y’know….. yolo)

Kyotani Kentaro

We all know he’s a fighter, which means he gets hurt a lot, which in turn makes him a frequent face in the nurse's office

And who happens to be the nurse's niece? You of course!

And right after school, when your aunt takes her break and leaves you to take care of the office alone

Right after school is also when Kyotani always comes in.

(it’s not like he knew that you would be there alone, and that meant that you had to deal with him and heal him up. And it also is not like he started the fight so he could come here and see you. No not that)

Who am I kidding it was like that.

It was totally like that.

Your hands were just so soft when they put the bandages on and you have to bend down to get the wrapping.

He had a crush, that's what iwaizumi said, and after googling what the symptoms of a crush were he was sure

So with the help of the third years, aka Oikawa just having Iwaizumi repeat what he wanted to say, they had a plan

And the next time he was in the office he asked if you wanted to see a movie with him, it was so cute and he looked so shy

It would have been perfect if after five seconds he tried to take it back, you still went on the date with him though

He was happy.

Angry boy likes hugs

And yes he does, no objections

So when he’s upset he’ll make these grabby hands at you and have you come over and stand with him

He shoves his chin on your shoulder and his hands squeezing your waist and you’ll rock back and forth until he calms down.

He’s also very aware of what you wear

Like how your skirt perfectly frames your legs. How the socks you wear make your legs look 10x longer, and make you look like you’re walking like a model.

Or the dark blue leggings you wore with his alternate jersey and you were cheering for him!

But nothing and I mean NOTHING gets him better than when you wear spandex shorts and one of his shirts. He goes feral every time.

This man is the CEO of picking you up and placing you on his lap, straddle style, and just going ham on you

Not to mention that sometimes when he’s really tired he’ll have you just sitting on his lap while he plays with your thighs

(he also likes playing with your waist and stomach, but he doesn't realize that he’s talking out loud so you can hear all of the “so soft”’s he lets out.

Kuguri

You were one of Mika's close friends so you were always just kind of around

It was a little get together that Daishou threw that really made you two close

It was a weird drinking game of sorts, and it had these teams, and you were out as a pair!

Somehow throughout the game, you guys got side-tracked and just ended up talking to each other the rest of the night

Eventually, you were convinced to go on a double date and the rest was history

He didn't even pay attention to what you wore that much until he heard a few rando kids in the locker room talking about it.

And that’s when he started thinking about just who he was dating

He first realized how round your ass was. Is it normal to look that good in leggings? No one else has ever looked that good to him. With that came his obsession with just touching your butt. He just grabs it or he’ll stop you from walking and palm it. Or he’ll rub circles into it.

(it's cute how intrigued he is by your butt)

Then came his obsession with your thighs. Mostly the way that they spread out when you sit. He didn't even understand why they were just so mesmerizing. They were so squishy too. He likes how they look in his hands-

Lastly was the waist thing. You aren't even sure what it is. He just likes putting his hands on your waist. Like a prom picture. Sometimes he’ll squeeze or run his hands along your sides. But he’s mostly stationary.

He also has this habit of just opening your legs and laying on your stomach.

He is just so into how soft you are.

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babyboibucky · 4 years ago

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Kinda Like It When You Lie

Pairing: Destroyer!Chris x Reader

Summary: You discover the reason why Chris has been lying to you about his whereabouts.

Word Count: 2.9k

Warnings: le smut, le angst, le toxicity but a sorta happy ending I guess???

A/N: I tagged everyone in my Everything Bucky tag list because why not lmfao okay but no, I’m not sure how often I will be writing fics for Seb’s other characters so I won’t be having a separate tag list for that yet. If this isn’t something you’re not interested in, feel free to ignore skskks

I am dedicating this piece to @lookiamtrying who got so pissed off that her mans Chris got a lower vote count than Mickey (prior to the release of Monday) when I did my character fic survey lmfao ilysm, Mina!!! This was also inspired by FLETCHER’s If You’re Gonna Lie

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Chris kissed you as if it was his last day on earth. It made your insides twist in a blissful way, the kind of kiss that literally took your breath away and made your head spin. You could feel your lungs burning up from the lack of oxygen and yet you didn’t want to pull away.

All you could focus on was how his lips moved against yours, how his tongue danced around your mouth as if he owned you. And in that moment, he really did.

You got lost in Chris— his taste, his rough palms against the smooth expanse of your skin, his weight on top of you as he pressed you down against the cheap motel bed.

It wasn’t until you tried to touch Chris that you realized he had restrained your wrists with something cold and hard. Pulling away from his fervent kiss, you glanced up and saw that he had both of your wrists handcuffed against the headboard.

Tugging at your wrists, you let out a chuckle. “What’re ya, a cop?” you asked.

Chris breathed out through his nose, “Kinda.” he rasped out before taking your bottom lip in between his teeth, tugging at it before sliding his tongue back into your mouth.

You moaned into the kiss and opened up your legs to fully accommodate Chris’ huge build, his pelvis thrusting against your clothed core making you whine against his lips.

“You gonna arrest me or somethin’?” you asked playfully, tilting your neck to the side as you allowed Chris to nip at your skin, his thick beard scratching you much to your delight.

He pulled back to look at your eyes, “Only for stealin’ my heart, darling.”

What you thought was a one-night stand turned into something more. Not that you were complaining, in fact, you’d quickly fallen head over heels for Chris. How could you not when he was the most honest man you’d met in your entire life?

After that first night, Chris told you everything about him and his job. An FBI agent who needed to go undercover as a drug dealer in order to infiltrate a huge drug syndicate. He had been undercover for a while now and it was consuming, he said. That’s how you found him drinking alone at the bar you worked at.

“You planning to consume our entire stock of beers or what?”

Chris let out a breathy chuckle as you placed two more bottles of beer on his table. The man had been in the bar for hours now, drowning his miseries away since his arrival. You noticed him as soon as he sauntered into the bar— all beard and tattooed muscles on display with the denim vest he wore.

“I’m sorry.” he huffed out and you were surprised at how soft spoken he was despite his tough exterior. “Work’s been stressing me out, is all.” He explained with a firm smile.

You couldn’t help but return the gesture, “Thought you were stressin’ over your girl.” You smirked.

Chris narrowed his eyes at you, tongue darting out to lick his lower lip. “Got no girl to come home to.” He said, voice an octave lower and a little bit rougher.

You bit your lip and shrugged, “Man like you can easily find a solution to that.” You said and winked before heading back behind the bar, swaying your hips a little more than the usual.

By the time you reached the bar, you looked back at Chris and caught him staring with a certain look in his eyes.

The same look he would give you whenever you get mad at him for coming home late. The look that always won you over no matter what.

“You said you’d be home by eight, Chris. That was four hours ago.”

Chris rubbed his face and dropped his keys on the tray by the front door. You watched him with suspecting eyes as he trudged towards you, eyes tired yet apologetic.

“‘m sorry, sweetheart. Went out with the guys, you know how it is.” he said and tried to reach out to you but you were quick to step back.

“Could’ve texted me, y’know? I made dinner, your favorite. Got cold and decided to throw it in the bin when you didn’t show up.” you said, shaking your head in disappointment and turned around to retreat back into the bedroom.

Chris caught you and gripped your waist in his strong hands, preventing you from further walking away. He pulled your back against his chest, nuzzling his face into your neck as he whispered apologies into your ear.

“I’m sorry, babe. Let me make it up to you, huh?” he murmured roughly into your ear. “Wanna make you feel good, make you forget my sins.” he teased, earning a soft chuckle from you.

He sucked the skin beneath your earlobe, making your knees weak and your core throb. Chris gently turned you around to face him until your eyes met his-- dark and still apologetic, you wondered why because you’d already forgiven him the moment his hands touched your skin.

Your question was immediately forgotten when Chris kissed you, tongue quickly finding its way into your mouth. His kisses were always so urgent, so hungry and feral.

He always kissed you as if it was the last time.

Clothes strewn everywhere, raspy grunts and high pitched moans, sweaty bodies moving against each other. Every single time you and Chris argued, it always ended the same way, with you giving in to his sweet words and hot touches.

A hand on your nape kept your cheek pressed down onto the mattress as Chris pounded you from behind. Laying flat on your stomach, you could feel every ridge and every vein of his cock as it dragged against your walls. Gripping the sheets tightly, your knuckles turned white as you slightly lifted your ass up earning a harsh spank from Chris.

“You fuckin’ like it when I fuck you rough?” he growled, spanking your ass again before squeezing it into his large hand.

You whimpered at the cold sensation of the rings on Chris’ fingers, wanting it to mark your skin as soon as he was done with you. You moaned when Chris pulled back until only the tip of his hard cock remained in your tight pussy. Tears gathered in the corner of your eyes when he pushed your nape further into the mattress at the same time he slammed back in with such force that made you elicit a sound akin to a wail.

“Right there, Chris!” you wantonly pleaded, your drool soaking the sheets beneath you.

“I got you, baby. Gonna fuck you so good you’d forget what you were mad about.”

And forget you did, not just once, not twice. Not even thrice. Every single time Chris came home to you smelling like someone else’s perfume when he claimed to be out with his friends, you always ended up willingly forgetting about it. Chris had you wrapped around his finger and you knew it.

You knew he was lying about his whereabouts and the thing was, you chose to believe in it.

Because with each lie that slipped past his lips, came the sweetest apology followed by a promise to make you feel good and Chris always delivered.

You’d rather hear Chris’ lies than to hear his goodbye just so you can have him in your bed again and again and again.

The last lie you tolerated was when he forgot about your anniversary and came home the next day, all moody and grumpy. He went straight to the bathroom, mumbling about how he was tired from work and you didn’t know whether he was lying again or not.

You’d believed too many of his lies by now that you couldn’t even determine which ones were the truth and which ones weren’t.

“Happy anniversary to us, Chris. In case you forgot.” you said as soon as he got out of the shower.

Chris’ face fell, eyes refusing to meet yours from shame. He should be ashamed and so should you, because you’ve tolerated his lies for a year now and no matter how much you wanted to confront him, you always ended up forgiving him.

“Fuck.” he cursed. “I’m sorry, it’s just that...the buy bust operation was last night and it slipped my mind.” he said.

And there it was again, the look in his eyes that turned you into a moaning mess beneath him as soon as his lips found yours. Whenever Chris would lie, it always seemed to be so fucking worth it. Because he always fucked you senseless until you were stupid for him, enough to let him get away with his pathetic excuses.

But not tonight, because as Chris bent you in half with his cock slipping in and out of your wet cunt, you promised that this will be the last time you’d enjoy the aftermath of his lies.

“Come on, baby. Give me one more. Want this pussy to milk my cock dry, c’mon pretty girl.” he urged, slipping a hand in between your sweaty bodies, his thumb swiping at your clit until stars exploded behind your eyes.

His name was chanted out like a prayer, your lips red and swollen from being kissed and bitten. A few more hard thrusts and you felt Chris spill his seed into you, warm ropes of his cum painting your walls. He carefully slipped your legs off from his shoulders before laying down on top of you, pressing open-mouthed kisses on your chest as the both of you caught on your breaths.

“Where were you last night?” you asked, voice barely above a whisper.

Chris turned his head to you, trying to read your face but you kept your gaze on the ceiling. Tears escaped your eyes as you laid on the bed, blinking them away when they wouldn’t stop spilling.

“I want the truth, Chris.” you added, wiping your tears with the back of your hand.

The bed moved when Chris sat up, reaching for your face and turning it to wards him. Your lips were trembling, fighting back your sob. Chris closed his eyes and shook his head.

“I’m sorry.” he said.

“I don’t want your apology, Chris. I want the truth, please.” you begged.

“I can’t stay with you anymore.” he said.

You frowned and sat up, bringing the sheets up to cover your naked body. “Who’s she?” you asked. “I know you’ve been seein’ someone behind my back, I want to know. Who is she? ‘nother FBI agent? Or someone you met while you were undercover?” you were more of mad than hurt now, all your suppressed emotions finally resurfacing and begging to be released.

Chris swallowed and refused to meet your gaze, “It’s...it’s not like that.” he said.

“The fuck you mean, Chris?” you asked.

There was silence for a brief moment, as if Chris was gathering up all the courage he had left in him. And then he looked at you with the same guilty, apologetic eyes again. But it was different now because you knew that there wouldn’t be anymore lies which meant no more sweet talk and no more Chris in your bed until the next morning.

“I never cheated on you.” he huffed out. “I’ve always been...with Erin.”

“I don’t understand.”

“You were a part of my undercover. The leader of the drug syndicate I was trying to infiltrate frequented the bar you worked at. Needed to get as much as information as I can and I easily got that when we started—”

Your hand trembled after landing a solid slap on Chris’ face. Your heart ached, your vision spun and suddenly, nothing made any sense to you anymore. All this time, you thought that was Chris was being unfaithful to you when in truth, he was cheating…with you.

Now you finally understood why he always kissed you as if it was the last time, why he looked at you with those apologetic eyes whenever he came home late, whenever he lied.

Chris told you the entire truth, that he was at the bar during an operation and not after. He manipulated you into believing that everything he told you were real, that he was a good and an honest man, that Erin was nothing but a partner at work.

“When you said you love me, was that a lie too?” you asked, voice breaking because this was too much. Everything was too much.

Chris held your face in between his hands, rubbing his thumbs across your cheeks, “No. No, that wasn’t a lie. I do, I love you. As soon as the operation was done, I couldn’t say goodbye. I always said I’d tell you the truth but I couldn’t. I wish I hadn’t met you like this.” he reassured.

You pushed him away and covered your face with your hands, unable to believe that for an entire year, you’d dedicated your life and your love to someone who had been using you.

“Does she know about me?” you asked.

Chris nodded, “She does.”

You scoffed, “She fuckin’ pities me, doesn’t she? Probably told you to take your time, ‘cause the truth will fuckin’ ruin me.” you said and chuckled bitterly.

“You used me, Chris. Fuckin’ used me and made me a goddamn fool. Is Chris even your real name? Who the fuck are you?” you asked.

“I lied about everything except for two things. My name and when I said I love you.”

You shook your head, wiping away your tears. You’ve finally woken up, brought yourself back to consciousness and decided to accept that Chris was never honest and that not once did he become yours.

“Liar.”

Picking up the pieces of your broken trust was very much like working with the shards of a broken mirror. At times you came out unscathed but for the most part, you were left wounded and bleeding and in pain.

Putting all the broken pieces back together was definitely not easy and it took you years to do so. No matter how careful you were though, the mirror was never completed. There were ugly cracks and everywhere that you couldn’t hide and there was a missing piece. But that’s alright, because you tried to put yourself back together and you weren’t perfect but at least you did your best.

The bar you started working for was quite new, which explained how busy it was even on a slow Wednesday. It wasn’t as big as the old bar you used to work at, but this was newer and catered to a more classy crowd.

No rough bikers, no FBI agents going undercover, no funny businesses.

“Two bottles of beer for table seven.” your manager called out, “Thought it’d be slow today, boy was I wrong.” she commented to which you chuckled.

Taking out two ice-cold bottles from the fridge, you weaved through the crowd and tables until you reached your destination. Placing the bottles on top of the table, you asked the customer if he wanted to order something to go with his drinks.

Taking out your notepad, you finally looked up and was met with a pair of familiar blue eyes. You almost didn’t recognize Chris if it weren’t for those eyes. He was no longer sporting a buzz cut and had longer locks, his beard had grown out but was well-trimmed. His tattooed arms weren’t in full display and instead of the usual denim outfits he wore, he was merely clad in a plaid, maroon button down shirt.

“Hi.”

You couldn’t help but scoff, “Let me guess, you’re undercover and your target is a frequent customer here.” you said.

Chris laughed mirthlessly and shook his head, “I quit from that job years ago.” he said, much to your surprise.

“You stressin’ over your girl?” you asked.

“Got no girl to come home to...anymore.” Chris replied, those damn apologetic eyes making your knees weak once again.

You rolled your eyes at him and placed your notepad back in your apron, “If you’ve nothin’ else to order, then enjoy your beer. I guess.” you said and turned around but was quickly tugged back when Chris grabbed at your wrist.

Scowling at him, you eyed his hand and then back up at his eyes. They didn’t look apologetic though, you realized, he was giving you the same look but something was different.

You just didn’t know what changed.

“I did love you.” he said. “And I still do and I want to come home to you again.” he quickly added, tightening his grip around your wrist as if he was afraid to let you go.

Surprisingly, there was not an ounce of anger left in your heart. It had been a complete three years since the incident. He left you feeling used and broken but you managed to fix yourself. Not completely, but enough to find it in your heart to forgive Chris for what he did.

“I want to believe you, I really do. But it’s hard for me to do that now.” you explained.

Chris nodded in understanding, “I know but I want to start over again. Make things right, if you’d let me. No lies this time, just me and my truth.” he said, his thumb rubbing soft circles against the inside of your wrist.

Honesty. Pure and genuine honesty— that’s what changed in the way Chris looked at you. There wasn’t any guilt in there anymore, no hidden agendas and whatnot.

Just the truth and the missing piece you never knew you needed to complete your mirror.

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loneworldgazer · 4 years ago

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Seeing You In A Suit

Main 5 x Reader (seperate)

a/n: yeah i’m doing tpn fics now

comments are appreciated!!

Emma

“hey we’re matching!!”

you presented yourself to her, suave and classy and she was too, in her chic suit she ruffled when she completely knock you over in excitement

she didn’t apologize since she was just too.. hyper!

she leaped up and down to see her crush dressed up that her enthusiasm reached the ears of the others

“look at them! they’re so pretty, so attractive! so-”

she couldn’t stop spouting so many compliments that everybody in the group couldn’t help laughing and slapping your back

“you’re lucky to have a bumbling idiot as your love interest, she won’t stop chattering about you-” if ray would say it any louder, emma would’ve heard him so you quickly smacked a hand over ray’s mouth which he gasped in suprise

he shook off your hand and spat out curses under his breath due to the burn and norman moved next to you, also joining in on teasing you

"aw come on, when are you going confess y/n?-" "norman!!"

while you argue with norman, emma blushed furiously and gushed uncontrollably that gilda had to calm her down

well she heard norman and if she stick the pieces together, it means you.. like her??!

you made her melt to the ground, dangg

please, just help her up

Ray

with one eyebrow raised, he smirked like the little brat he was (ugh i hate him/j)

"you look rather decent in a suit than your normal disheveled self-" oh what a liar he was with his cool facade,

because the second you turn around, he lets out a silent scream and rubbed his face like he could get the pink tint off his cheeks

it was a suprise to him because he never imagined you in a suit and the poor boy had to breathe in for finally seeing you in one

he couldn't brush it off easily since norman noticed it and subtly nudged him which ray quickly shut off all signs of flusteredness but he wasn't sleek enough since norman kind of shocked him

"y'know instead of snarky comments, you could just compliment y/n?" ray crossed his arms and pouted without even realizing, he hushed norman and murmured

norman couldn't hear him because he was ducking his head down and norman was rather impressed with how ray could easily shy away by seeing you in a suit

"in other words, compliment your crush, you might never know~" with that norman walked away, ray grumbled under his breath to how irritating this whole thing is

can he stop being embarassed?? you were just wearing a suit, nothing special..

but why was he so bothered? it racks his brain and he hated it so much

he eventually forgot about the rage he felt moments ago when you appeared and suddenly tugged on his sleeve to follow him and he absentmindedly followed, thinking of norman's words

maybe he will compliment you.. later

Norman

"oh, oh!"

he didn't realized for how long he was staring, if he didn't realized, his jaw would slowly drop to the ground

you have to admit, the dazed look that he had was the cutest look on his face

you clapped twice to gain his attention and smiled when he looked back after shuffling a bit with a burning sensation on his cheeks

"how do i look, norman?"

he stuttered out his response and to make him almost die of shock, you kissed his cheek to see how he reacted and ran

"hey y/n!!"

he looked like jello when you looked back

he called out to you but you cheekily ran to the girls to tell them what happened

he hid his crush on you well but times where you managed to make his heart jump is where it's already obvious that he has mutual liking with you

it's just that he never voices it out so you decide to finally confess in a sneaky (not really) way

it wasn't a straighforward confession but norman knew he would have a heart attack if it did happen and stupid butterflies in his stomach

you're gonna be the death of him, literally

Don

he had this crooked smile and immediately bathed you in praises

his heart was racing violently but he didn't miss with his sweet words and now you were the one all nervy, he could make you scream with how adorable he was being

and it was time he had to confess to you

but both of you idiots had the same idea so you both cross each other when telling about your feelings

you both couldn't hear the others bursting in laughter because you both couldn't believe that you actually like each other

he lightened up and immediately began twirling you around happily, grateful that his crush liked him

if not, that would be embarassing for him and he died inside thinking about that eventhough you were holding onto each other

Gilda

poor gilda

her face was all red and she was twitchy and moved around a lot

you were across the room and you looked so..

she couldn't countinue those thoughts because she might've fainted onto emma who shook her in panic

but after that whole mess, you and gilda sat next to each other and had a normal conversation which she struggled to keep up with because just one little thing that you do with yourself that has her shaking

like when you loosened your tie, pushing your hair back and have that sly smirk on your face, oh you were planning her funeral (get her some nice flowers btw)

"can i just say this, y/n?"

it made you perk up and you leaned towards her with your hands under your chin with your elbows poking your lap, you held in your breath with what she had to say

the change from smug to puppy dog eyes was really fast

"i like you y/n, i really do. n-now um please stop teasing me, it's uh-"

it made you chuckle, goddamn she was cute when she blushed

you had to hug her for every bit of suffering you gave her, patting her back and whispering sweet nothings in her ear

"i love you too, gilda.."

(you better hug her properly >:((()

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fruitcoops · 3 years ago

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I think it would be really interesting for leo and sirius to talk ab how they both didn’t go to college and how they both joined the nhl at 18 but had v different upbringings

Ooo, I like this one! I’m always down for some Cap and Knutty bonding. SW credit goes to @lumosinlove!

TW for mentioned bad parenting

“Kinda weird, isn’t it?” Leo said, breaking the nighttime silence after many long minutes of just their breathing. Sirius hummed in question. “Starting all this so young.”

Sirius made a noncommittal noise and Leo shifted, never taking his eyes off the sky. There was too much light pollution to see the stars properly in Gryffindor, but the roof of the rink didn’t have a bad view; the planes flying overhead brought pinpricks of brightness to the indigo blur.

“Was it hard for you?”

He heard Sirius’ coat move. “Was what hard?”

“Starting the NHL at eighteen.”

There was a long beat of silence. “Sometimes.”

“I didn’t know if I would make it,” Leo confessed, still barely above a murmur. Nobody else was around, but it didn’t feel right to talk in normal voices. The whole world was muted, save for the noise of the city below them. “There was just so much to do.”

Sirius laughed softly. “I hate to break it to you, rookie, but that doesn’t change.”

“How do you deal with it?”

“Before, or now?”

Leo thought for a moment. “Both.”

“Before, I would go home and shoot pucks until I was too tired to stand up. Sometimes I would read.” It wasn’t a secret, but it still made Leo’s heart hurt to remember. Nobody as kind and hardworking as Sirius deserved that. “Now, I make myself some food, take a shower, and steal Re’s softest hoodie.”

Leo could hear his smile in the dark—it echoed his own. “Nothing better, huh?”

“Nope.”

“Finn’s fit me best,” he mused. “But Lo’s smell better.”

“Ah, he finally discovered deodorant?”

“Shut up,” Leo teased, elbowing his ribs. Sirius laughed a little louder; in the light of the streetlamps and the absence of his granite-hard focus, it was easy to remember that he was only 26. Leo had worshipped him as a kid, but now he just saw Sirius for what he was. His captain, who guided him through the playoffs even when his personal life was crumbling apart. His older brother, though Sirius certainly wouldn’t think of him that way. His friend.

“Really, though, it’s important to have those connections,” Sirius said when they both calmed down. “Being alone is good, but only if you know you have people to talk to when you need them.”

“Was it easier when you weren’t living with someone?”

“No.” The answer was immediate.

“Sometimes I want the apartment to myself.” Leo lowered his voice unconsciously, then sighed. “It’s not because I don’t want them there. I just need to be alone. Wash the dishes. Clean my room. Call my mom.”

“You should tell them.”

He turned his head slightly; Sirius was still scanning the sky. “Is that what you did?”

“It took a couple hiccups, but yeah. If one of us needs some alone time, the other will go to the grocery store or take a walk, maybe hang out with friends. You just have to make sure your boys know that it’s not personal.”

“You’re freakishly good at sage advice.”

Sirius snorted. “Merci, rookie.”

“I’m not a rookie anymore.”

“Yeah, you are.” He raised his hands, as if outlining a marquee. “The Eternal Rookie, starring Leo Knut.”

Leo stuck his tongue out, feeling rather petulant about the whole thing. “Watch it, Cap, I’m gonna sic Dumo on you.”

“My own father?” Sirius gasped dramatically. “How could you?”

“Did you ever get homesick?”

The question was out of the blue—he didn’t blame Sirius for faltering. Honestly, Leo was kicking himself for asking in the first place, though he had been keeping it in for ages. Unspoken rule of the Lions #1: Don’t ask Cap about his childhood.

“I…” Sirius fell silent once more.

“I’m sorry,” Leo apologized, and he meant it. “That came out of nowhere.”

“I missed Regulus,” Sirius continued carefully without acknowledging him. “But no, I didn’t get homesick. I didn’t have time, or a real reason.”

Alone in a new city, finally out of a horrible living situation, but desperately missing the little brother he left behind… Leo couldn’t even begin to imagine going through it when the NHL by itself was already overwhelming to his teenage brain. He scooted an inch closer until their shoulders touched. “I get homesick every couple of months.”

“You have a kind family.”

“Have you even met them?”

“At the party.” Sirius’ smile was practically audible. “Your mother was very excited to see me.”

“Oh, god,” Leo groaned. “What happened?”

“She—“ He broke off with a laugh. “She was very nice, I promise, but I think I surprised her because she squeaked when I said ‘hello’.”

Leo shook his head. “Did you sneak up on her?”

“I’m six two, I can’t sneak up on anyone!”

“You walk like a fucking ghost, dude! It’s creepy!”

“Okay, rude.”

“I swear, you and Loops need to be belled like cats,” Leo huffed.

They lapsed back into comfortable quiet for a few more minutes as a train rattled past on one side and the metro busses rolled down Main Street on the other. It had taken Leo a long time to figure out Gryff’s layout, and even longer to get used to the sounds of the city.

“What does it feel like?”

Leo blinked, unsure if he had heard correctly. “What?”

“Being homesick.” Sirius shifted again and folded his hands over his stomach. “I didn’t notice much of a difference in practices when I started the NHL, and going back to my parents’ house wasn’t my exactly a highlight of my year.”

Curiosity overrode his tact and reasoning skills. “You never asked Logan?”

“Non. It was different, with him. He had already left to go to college before I knew him, and spent four years away from his family.”

“Right.” Leo forgot about that on occasion. That Finn and Logan might be five years older than him, but they had only been rookies a year or two prior. Not everyone went straight from their city select team to an official draft. “It’s hard to describe.”

Sirius made an understanding noise, but he couldn’t entirely mask his disappointment. Leo licked his lips and tried again.

“It’s like a piece of you isn’t where it’s supposed to be. And it keeps tugging on your chest, but you never know when it’s going to start and stop so you just… deal with it. You ignore it some days and you think about it other days.” He swallowed around the lump in his throat. “The hard days are when you remember you can’t go back to the way things were before. I don’t even call my mom sometimes, ‘cause I know it’ll make me sadder.”

“The way things were before?”

“Yeah, like—like all my classmates are in college, and I’m laying on a roof with one of the most famous hockey players in the history of forever.” That drew a light laugh from them both. “I’m gonna go back to my reunion in a couple years and have literally nothing in common with the people I used to be friends with.”

“Sometimes I wish I went to college,” Sirius said. “But I would have missed so much if I did. I don’t think I would have been happy there.”

“Finn and Logan get weird about college.” Maybe he shouldn’t be talking about it, but Leo had the feeling none of their conversation would leave the rooftop. “It was hard for them, with all their shit.”

“Re does, too.” He recognized the sad edge in Sirius’ voice; it was the same as his own. “For a different reason. It started good, and ended bad.”

“I’m glad I missed out on that,” Leo said, biting down the urge to scream at the universe for putting their significant others through so much hardship at an already-difficult time. None of them deserved the pain they went through. “Besides, it’s not like we need degrees to play hockey, and we’ll have plenty of money afterward.”

“I never thought about my life after hockey until my ankle.”

“My parents always pushed me to make sure I wanted to do the NHL instead of more school.”

“You’re lucky to have them.”

“I wish you did.”

The words hung suspended between them before Leo could swallow them back down, somehow dangerous and calming at the same time. It wasn’t like he had never thought about it before; he just hadn’t said it out loud. The first time he had seen Sirius’ parents across the rink had given him a case of the heebie-jeebies so strong he had to shower twice. All the times after that just made him angry.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.” Sirius’ voice was quiet, but not upset. “You’re not the first person to say it. I’m glad you feel like you can be honest with me.”

Leo frowned. “Well, yeah. Obviously.”

“I try really hard to not be an asshole captain, so it actually does mean a lot.”

“I don’t think you could be an asshole if you tried.”

The barking laugh that split the night startled Leo so bad he nearly jumped out of his skin; Sirius clapped a hand over his mouth, though he was still snickering. “Sorry, sorry, I just—holy shit, I forgot you didn’t know me before. Mon dieu.”

“You weren’t that bad,” Leo protested. “Pots said you used to be grumpier, but that’s it.”

Sirius shook his head, wiping tears of mirth from his eyes. “I was such a dick. There’s not a single picture of the whole team where I’m smiling for about two years and I was such a stickler for the rules.”

Leo gaped at him. “You followed rules?”

“To the fucking letter. It was awful.”

“What happened?”

Sirius shrugged. “I got friends. Idiot friends who did things like showing me the easiest way onto the roof. Pots used to drag me up here every Friday.”

“Really?”

“Ouais.” Mischief flitted over his face. “He skipped date night with Lily once on accident, and she tracked us up here like a bloodhound. It was terrifying.”

“What did you do?” Lily was one of the nicest people Leo knew, but he knew better than to get on her bad side.

“Lied to her face while James hid behind that strobe light.”

“Did it work?”

“Are you kidding?” he snorted. “She called me a liar and suggested getting a better best friend. That was after she told James he’s better have something nice planned for their next date if he ever wanted to get in her pants again.”

“And yet you didn’t listen to her.” Leo tsked. “Of all the people on the team, you chose the hot mess.”

“Trust me, rookie, James had his whole life figured out compared to me.”

“Did you…” Leo trailed off and but his lip. He had pushed his luck a lot already; who knew if one more question would be the tipping point? “Did you ever think about coming out? Even just to Pots.”

Sirius didn’t hesitate. “After every single game.”

“For seven years?”

“Up until the day those pictures were leaked. Even more after Re and I were together.”

“How old were you when you knew?”

“13. You?”

Leo exhaled slowly. “I’m not sure. I think I had an idea of it as a kid, but didn’t really get it until I was in high school. My parents were even more worried about the NHL after I told them.”

“They worry a lot about you.”

“Only child, and I was going for a wildly unstable career path with no guarantee that I would ever see the ice.”

“They’re proud of you. More than you know.” Sirius’ watch beeped. “It’s ten o’clock. Are you supposed to be home?”

“I should probably make sure my boys haven’t burned down the apartment.” Neither of them made an attempt to move. “Can we do this again sometime?”

“Of course.”

You’re like a brother to me, he wanted to say. I don’t know who else I can talk to like this. “Thank you.”

“Any time. We don’t have to do extra practice beforehand, either.”

Leo nudged him gently. “You’re the best captain ever.”

“You’re the best rookie, rookie.”

“I’m not a rookie.”

“Yeah, you are.”

Yeah, I am, he thought as they laid side-by-side in silence once more with the past behind them and the future ahead. And if I end up like you, it means I did something right.

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pippytmi · 3 years ago

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Howdy! For the little au trope prompt ask. 2, 2, 39. Supercorp please. Thank you! (Hope it helps your writer's block!)

Everyone knows that when the Quidditch season starts, rivalries begin.

As a general rule, Lena doesn’t mind the Gryffindors. If she had to pick a house she hated, the Slytherins would be the unfortunate lot; Veronica Sinclair and Andrea Rojas alone give the group a bad name. (That could be Lena’s own personal bias, given the fact that both girls have broken her heart, but she maintains it goes far deeper than that). But the point stands—Lena isn’t a hateful person. Generally.

There is just something about Kara Danvers that brings it out of her. The one and only Gryffindor that Lena despises is that moronic, reckless Chaser who scores nearly every single goal she takes. The Ravenclaw team is nothing to sneeze at either, but Lena hates that of all people to throw her off her game, it is a girl who blew up her broom when attempting to fly on it during her first year. Seven years that she has known Kara, and still Lena is annoyed at the mere sight of those perpetually-askew glasses, those untucked robes, that undone tie; Kara Danvers is never expected to be poised and perfect, even with all the expectations on her shoulders. She’s just so...blasé. People talk about Kara like she is destined to join a Quidditch team straight out of Hogwarts and all Kara does is stroll into the Great Hall on game day with her head in the clouds.

So far up the clouds that she apparently can’t watch where she is going, either. Lena throws Kara the nastiest glare she can muster when they just about knock each other’s heads together, but all Kara does at the sight of it is grin. She always grins, not in a way that is arrogant or snide, but stupidly amused. Stupidly amused, as if everything Lena says or does is a bloody laugh, like Lena’s simmering hatred is nothing more than an inside joke.

“Hey, Luthor,” Kara says cheerfully, and there she goes, pushing those crooked glasses up her nose. There is a scratch on one lens, and Kara has either not noticed or not bothered to repair it. “Trying to take out the competition a little early, even for you.”

“You were the one in my way, Danvers,” Lena replies tightly.

“Was I?” And here is the kicker, that golden girl charm that fools everyone: bright blue eyes peeking out beneath those eyelashes, hand rubbing at the back of her neck, undone tie slipping an inch further. Kara tilts her head unassumingly as if that is even an actual question.

It makes Lena furious. “Here’s a tip,” she says, “for here and the Quidditch field. Maybe if you got your head out of your ass, you could actually see where you’re headed.”

Kara has the audacity to look affronted. “Is this because of the Brainy incident during training? Because he and I agreed that it was a joint effort. Joint…blame. Whatever you call it.”

Lena rolls her eyes. “Just keep your aggression to yourself, Danvers,” she mutters, and then she resolutely brushes past. She has no time for blank, witty banter, especially when this is the year’s first game and she has a team to rally.

“My—? Hey,” Kara’s voice rings out, louder than necessary, and that idiot is actually following her. “Hey, wait. Lena. Do you seriously think I’m aggressive? It was an accident! Both times!” A beat. “I mean both the Brainy thing and right now. I didn’t knock into Brainy twice. I did knock James off his broom once, but you probably don’t care about that since he’s not from your house, so…well anyway, just so you know, that was also an accident.”

“I have zero interest in your training squabbles,” Lena says exasperatedly, “and you’d do well to keep that in mind.”

“Oh so this is about the Brainy incident,” Kara says. “How many times do I have to say that the training pitch was ours?”

“According to you,” Lena counters. With that she whirls around, nearly colliding into Kara’s chest, but she still manages to lift her head up high and stare down that egotistical jackass. “I know you might think you’re entitled to any space you waltz into, but some of us mere mortals actually schedule training sessions. You know, like we’re supposed to.”

“I did schedule the—!” Kara has a tendency to become flustered mid-argument, it seems, because her mouth opens but no words come blustering out. Finally she settles on scowling when she declares, “You are a piece of work, you know that? Would it kill you to apologize to me once in a while?”

“That would imply that you have apologized to me at some point,” Lena scoffs. “Which you haven’t, for the record.”

“Yes I have,” Kara is quick to disagree.

Lena crosses her arms; it’s a challenge, and Kara immediately stands a little straighter when she notices. “Oh?” Lena prompts. “Like when?”

“Like…when I knocked into Brainy.”

“I fail to see how I fit in that scenario,” Lena says, “since you didn’t break my nose.”

Kara gives a little huff, as if this back and forth is all so inconvenient right now; as if she hasn’t instigated it. “Okay, but I apologized for disrupting your practice, remember? I took complete responsibility even though it was your fault you couldn’t keep track of when your team was scheduled—”

“That was not an apology. You literally said ‘Sorry Luthor, we need this more than you do’ and then refused to leave for the next half hour!”

“But I said sorry in there, ergo, it is an apology.”

“Well then, when my team beats yours to dust I’ll be sure to apologize properly for that in that exact same sympathetic manner,” Lena sneers.

Somehow, trash talk only makes that dumb, signature Kara Danvers grin come back, completely wiping away any sign of vexation. “Oh yeah? Tell me more, wise old Ravenclaw—”

Before Lena can even begin to dissect that childish comeback (and stupid sing-songy imitation of the Sorting Hat), other students come filtering down the hall and they are practically swept up in the masses. One kid completely shoulders Lena before she even realizes what’s happening; she stumbles to the left, nearly collides with the wall, and opens her mouth to shout, but then:

“Hey!” Kara is already brandishing her wand with one hand and catching the boy’s collar with the other. “Ten points from Hufflepuff! You could’ve hurt someone, walking around without looking where you’re going.”

Lena bites her tongue to stop from making a quip on how ironic that statement is, because Kara is engrossed in a stare-off with the pimply sixth year who is demanding to see her prefect badge to prove Kara can even take points. She would normally side with the kid—anything to knock Kara Danvers down a peg—but, well. For once, Lena can’t be bothered to actively hate someone getting into a heated argument on her behalf.

Two minutes later and the boy stomps off with ten points gone from his house and a detention to boot. Kara, meanwhile, is still frowning as he leaves. “Are you okay?” she asks absentmindedly, still tracking the kid’s every movement with her eyes. “I swear, if there weren’t so many witnesses I would’ve hexed him.”

“Winning move for a prefect, I’m sure,” Lena says dryly, and Kara turns towards her with that slow-growing buffoonish smile and another sheepish nudge of her glasses. Her next words kind of just fall out, almost as if she’d never formed them in her mouth but in the deep recesses of her subconscious alone: “You know, you confuse me.”

“Huh?” Another nudge. The smile slips a fraction, but just enough to show Kara is slightly confused by the change in subject.

You confuse me, Lena wants to repeat. You are the opposite of self-aware. You are messy, and reckless, and selfless whenever it counts and it’s confusing because all I can really hate you for is being able to get away with being imperfect and still be adored by everyone.

But none of those words, thankfully, leave her head. All she says is, “Your approach to discipline confuses me. It’s not like he purposely tried to run into me—ten points might have been too harsh.”

“This coming from the girl who once threatened to curse me into oblivion for tripping her when we were twelve?” Kara’s eyebrows shoot up. “Who are you and what have you done to Lena Luthor? No, hold on, I know. You’re really Jess in disguise, right?”

“Hilarious, Danvers. I wouldn’t quit Quidditch, it might be the only place you’re suited for,” Lena mocks, but all Kara does is laugh.

“Nope, definitely Lena,” Kara says, and the way she says it is almost…fond. Come to think of it, Lena can’t remember a time where Kara actually called her Lena. It’s always Luthor and Danvers and stop breaking the faces of my best players and never—never anything else.

Lena clears her throat and looks away; she can’t take another second of those warm, bright eyes. “Whatever,” she says. “I…guess I’ll see you on the pitch.”

“Sure thing,” Kara says, and she takes a step back, tucking her wand into her pocket. “I’ll be the one rocking the winning team uniform.”

Slowly, Lena begins to feel the corner of her mouth twitch. Completely unbidden, completely unpredictable. “Dream on, Danvers.” She allows the space between them to grow, but their eyes remain locked, and the air feels heavy—thick—and the weight of their shared gaze holds a meaning Lena can’t possibly unpack right now.

But Kara’s tongue pokes out between her teeth cheerfully, and she doesn’t appear half as bothered by this development. “Always, if you’re in them,” she says, twists a little on her heel to walk away, but she pauses while she is still in earshot. “You know—next time you can just thank me for defending you.”

“You mean abusing your power as a prefect,” Lena replies automatically even as her head is running a mile a minute; even as Kara is getting farther and farther away and the scratch on her glasses lens catches the light.

“That too!” Kara shouts as she gets lost in the crowd, and damn her, Lena has to put her hand over her mouth to hide the absolute idiotic smile that has formed on her own face.

(Joint blame indeed, Lena muses, and she figures that she might as well form a rivalry with the Slytherins instead of the Gryffindors after all).

#this is both a threat and a reminder that im still working on these #😌😌😌#supercorp #supergirl #bisexualgoof #i need a fic tag #disclaimer that i still do not know anything about hp #im doing more research on harry potter than i do writing smh

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itsallyscorner · 4 years ago

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♥︎ The Struggles of Getting A Valentine

Pairing: Peter Parker x Avenger!reader

Summary: The three times Peter tries to ask you to be his Valentine and the one time he successfully does.

Warnings: none. Just a lot of fluff. Peter being a simp, Bucky being the cutest bby ever, and Tony being a dad. This is long. Happy reading💞

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Attempt #1

Peter watched as you vigorously took down notes. From time to time your eyes would shift back up to the projected screen on the board. Your hair would graciously fall past your ear and to the front of your face, causing you to continuously tuck it behind your ear whenever it bothered you. He let out a dreamy sigh at the thought of running his fingers through your hair and tucking the loose strands behind your ear for you.

He wasn’t paying attention in class; he should have cared more about World War II, but you had his undivided attention without even trying. Besides, he could ask Steve for help if he ever needed it, he’s literally lived through part of World War II. Peter felt foolish as he stared at you, a lovestruck expression was on his face while he admired you from afar. You were just a few seats away from him. You were in the next row, two seats ahead of him. He was so hopelessly in love with you, his feelings for you were more than just a crush. He admired every little thing about you. From your kindness to how talented you were as an Avenger; you were the girl of his dreams.

Ms. Atwell’s voice faded in the background while his mind clouded with thoughts of you. Beside him was Ned, who was also taking notes while trying to get Peter to focus once again. When Ms. Atwell turned her back to the class, Ned roughly shoved Peter’s shoulder. The hearts in Peter’s eyes popped and the chorus of How Deep Is Your Love by The Bee Gees stopped playing in his head. He whipped around to look at Ned, annoyed that his friend took him out of his daydream.

“What?” Peter asks him through gritted teeth.

“Ms. Atwell already yelled at you twice yesterday for not paying attention in class, do you really want her to call you out again?” Ned whispered back harshly. Peter was one of the smartest dudes Ned has ever known, but sometimes he could be as dumb as a rock and as stubborn as a mule.

Peter shrugged him off, “She won’t notice.” He looked to the front to make sure Ms. Atwell’s back was still turned to the class, “I think I’m gonna ask (y/n) to be my valentine.”

Getting lured in with curiosity, Ned asks, “Don’t you guys see each other everyday? And do patrol together? How have you not asked her yet?”

“I don’t know—I couldn’t find the right time to.” Peter answered, turning his head back to the front when he sensed Ms. Atwell turn back to the class. She briefly mentions something about the Howlling Commandos and turns back around.

“When are you asking her?” He hears Ned whisper behind him. He leans back, face still towards the board, “Right now.”

Ned nods then takes a double take at the back of Peter’s head, “Now?!”

Peter rips the corner of the page his notebook was open to and began to sloppily scribble the words:

(Y/n), will you be my valentine?

Yes ⃞ No ⃞

— Peter :)

As childish as his note was, he believed that you would find the gesture cute. Little did he know that Ms. Atwell would too. While he excitedly folded the piece of paper, he had not realized that Ms. Atwell had stopped talking and was looking at him with that stern stare of hers. Cluelessly, Peter quietly giggles to himself and tapped MJ, who was in front of him. When she didn’t turn around, he looks up from the note to see Ms.Atwell hovering above his desk, arms crossed with an unamused look on her face.

Startled, Peter jumps in his seat, eyes wide and cheeks growing warm. He looks around the class to see everyone staring at him, including you. Although, you had that same unamused look on your face as Ms. Atwell. Like Ned, you also scolded Peter whenever he didn’t pay attention in class.

“Dumbass.” You mouthed at him shaking your head. A sheepish grin forms on his face as his eyes shift back to Ms. Atwell. Her red painted lips were in a thin line and her hand was held out at him.

“Give me the note, Mr. Parker”

Peter’s eyes widened even more, making him fear that they might pop out of their sockets, “NO—no, no, no. I—I can’t.”

“And why not?” She asks him in her posh accent.

“Uh—because..” Peter struggled to come up with an excuse. His eyes shifted between you and Ned, desperately asking for help. Ned shrugs in response.

“Just give it.” You mouth to him. He shakes his head at you furiously and was about to respond to Ms. Atwell, but the note was removed from his hands. Peter squeaks as he tries to take it back from his teacher but shoves himself back into his seat when Ms. Atwell glares at him. She opens the note, eyes skimming at the words written on the piece of paper. A small smirk grows on the older woman’s lips.

“P—please don’t read it out loud.” Peter pleadingly whispered to her. He leaned forward, “I’ll go to detention, I’ll even grade your papers for you—just please don’t read it out loud.”

You raise a brow at the brown haired boy, wondering what could have been written on that piece of paper that made him beg Ms. Atwell for detention to not read it. You shift your questioning gaze at Ned, who waves off your nonverbal question.

Ms. Atwell sighs, crumpling up the piece of paper, “Detention after school.”

“Yes.” He whispered to himself in victory, hands clasping together. “Thank you, thank you, Ms. Atwell.”

“I’m only letting this slide once. The next time I see you writing notes in my class, I’m reading it to everyone and calling home.” She warned pointing a finger at him. Peter nods eagerly, “Got it, Ms. Atwell.”

She returns back to her lesson while Peter shoved his face into his hands in embarrassment. A thin layer of sweat had formed on his forehead and his heart was pounding out of nervousness. He musters up the courage to look at you again.

Much to his surprise, you were already looking at him over your shoulder. He flashes you a shy smile to which you reciprocate with one of your own. You turn back around, resuming to take notes from the board. The smile on his face only grew wider as he stared down at his scribbled notebook, the image of you smiling at him stuck in his head.

Attempt #2

The next time Peter tried to ask you to be his valentine happened a few days after his first failed attempt. He was spending the weekend at the tower after Tony and Steve suggested that he should begin training with them more. Of course, he took their advice; this was an opportunity for him to improve on his skills and learn new things. But most importantly, he would get to see you everyday.

Peter was sat on the floor of the Avengers’ shared living room setting up Netflix on the giant flat screen attached to the gray wall. He had finished training an hour ago and was now going to have a movie night with you. You had also finished training the same time he did and suggested that the two of you should watch some new movie that came out on Netflix. He thought it was an amazing idea to have a movie night, obviously it was an amazing idea, you came up with it. He agreed willingly and insisted on grabbing food for you both. He swung from building to building until he ended up back in Queens at the entrance of Delmar’s. The two of you would go to the bodega everyday after school and pick up your usuals. Then Peter would swing you to the rooftop of some building and the two of you would eat before doing some patrol work around the city.

He pulled out your usual sandwiches from the plastic bag and placed them on the coffee table. To pair with the sandwiches, he also bought chips and two bottles of soda. He set up the coffee table and made it look neat. He wasn’t usually a perfectionist, but he felt the need to impress you. Did table or food presentation matter to you? Would you think he was sloppy if he carelessly placed the food on the table? Or maybe you’d think he was a neat freak from how neat and trim the food was laid out?

While you gathered extra pillows and blankets from your room, Peter continued to fidget with the food on the table. He moved the bottles of soda around too many times and even tilted the chips to make it look aesthetically pleasing. When he was content with how everything was organized, he glanced at the plastic bag. Along with the food, he had also bought a box of chocolates. The red heart shaped box caught his eyes and he felt his fingers inching closer to it. It was almost Valentine’s Day and he still hasn’t asked you to be his valentine. He felt a rush of adrenaline in his body when he took the box from the shelf and purchased it. Peter made the spontaneous decision that he was going to ask you to be his valentine during your movie night. He would place the box on top of your food and when you come out of your room, you would see the box and then he’ll finally get the chance to shoot his shot.

Peter gripped the red heart box and gingerly placed it on top of your chips. He eyed it nervously before shifting his attention back to the tv. He was searching for the movie you suggested on watching when Bucky walked into the living room. The two greeted each other quietly until Bucky caught sight of the box of chocolates.

“Are those chocolates? I haven’t seen them in these heart shaped boxes in forever.” Bucky reminisced, picking up the box and inspecting it. His eyes were filled with curiosity, “Woah, they make them look all flashy now. Back in the day, ours didn’t have bows or glitter on ‘em. It was just some picture.”

Peter found himself smiling at Bucky’s sudden interest in the box. “Did they come in different flavors back then, Mr. Barnes?”

Bucky whips his head up to look at Peter, “No! They only had milk chocolate. They come in different flavors now? No way.” Bucky exclaimed, turning the box around to see all the flavors listed on the back. After seeing Bucky’s reaction to the chocolates, he wanted to just give them to Mr. Barnes. But if he gave them to Mr. Barnes, then he would have nothing to give you when he asks you to be his valentine. He didn’t necessarily need to give you anything to ask the question, but it would have made the gesture more sweet and somewhat romantic. Though, that smile on Bucky’s face was a rare sight.

Peter’s shoulders slumped against the couch he was leaning on. He mustered up a smile and told Bucky, “You can have it if you want.”

“Oh no, it’s fine, this is yours. I could ask Steve or Sam to buy me one at the stores.” Bucky waved him off, trying to hand the box back to Peter. Peter shook his head, making the brown curls on his head wiggle, “No, take it Mr. Barnes. (Y/n) and I already have plenty of junk food here. You know, with training and all, wouldn’t want all that work to go to waste just to eat a bunch of junk food.”

“Are you sure, kid?” Bucky asked still holding out the box at Peter.

Peter sent him a soft grin and motioned for him to take it, “Yeah go ahead, you’ll enjoy it more than us.”

Bucky’s grin widens and he holds the box of chocolates up to his chest, “Thanks Peter! You’re not as bad as Sam says you are.” With that, he turns around and walks back down the hall.

“Thanks?” Peter said, a brow raised at Bucky’s retreating body. You come around the corner with an arms full of blankets and pillows. Peter chuckles and gets up to help you.

“(Y/n), you didn’t have to get so many pillows.” He teased, taking a blanket and two pillows from you. You huffed and placed the items on the floor.

“I just want to make sure we’re comfortable, Pete. Comfort is important during movie nights.” You defended yourself.

As you set up the blankets and pillows you glance at Peter, “Bucky told me you gave him chocolate. That was sweet of you.” A tint of red forms on his fair cheeks.

“It was nothing. Apparently they didn’t have different kinds of chocolate back in the day. When I told him, his whole face lit up, it was probably the happiest I’ve ever seen Mr. Barnes.” He explained, sitting beside you on the floor.

You smile fondly at the boy next to you, he truly was the biggest sweetheart. “It’s not nothing. That probably made his day, Pete. We barely see Bucky smile.”

Peter hummed in response, too busy being mesmerized by the light in your eyes. He averts his gaze before you can catch him staring at your face.

Peter’s eyes land at the food on the table. His bottom lip pursed into a pout when he spotted a dent on the bag of chips created by the box of chocolates. The small dent taunted him and was only a reminder of how he should have been already popping the question. He mentally cursed at himself, he couldn’t help but become a perfectionist when it came to you. He couldn’t just ask you the question—you deserved a bouquet of flowers, boxes of chocolate, teddy bears—heck he’d give you the world without you even asking for it.

“Hey! I got you your favorite.” He sees you instantly perk up. That beautiful smile of yours takes over your features and the butterflies in his stomach came to life. He found himself reciprocating your smile.

“Thank you, Peter! You’re the best!” You squeal, pressing a light kiss on his cheek and throwing your arms around him. He was taken aback by the sudden form of affection. Shock was written on his face while his body was frozen. Meanwhile, you were already digging into your sandwich while he was still in his flustered state, processing what just happened.

Attempt #3

This had to be the perfect time to ask you, Peter thought to himself. The two of you were sat on the ledge of some random roof Peter swung you both onto. You were sat beside him, feet swinging back and forth while you looked down on the bright city. Your hands gripped onto the edge of the roof, your fingers brushing against Peter’s once in a while, making the both of you blush.

Wind gently breezed past you, causing strands of your hair to brush over your shoulder. He should have been patrolling the city, looking for anything out of the ordinary, but his eyes were glued to the side of your face. The lights from the city reflected on your features; giving your skin a warm glow and your eyes a sparkle. He thought you looked absolutely stunning.

“It’s not nice to stare.” You suddenly tease him. He’s been caught. His mouth was agape and he quickly turned his head away from you sputtering. You smirked to yourself knowing that his cheeks were turning bright red.

“Oh—um, I wasn’t—yeah, no, I’m sorry.” He muttered. His hand awkwardly scratched the back of his neck as he glanced at you. He was thankful that it was the night time, this would’ve been more embarrassing if you saw how red his cheeks were.

A playful smile was on your lips, “I’m playing, Peter. Is there something on my face?”

Besides beauty? No, there’s nothing on your face, was what he wanted to tell you.

“No! Your face is—fine.” He answered smiling nervously.

Wait, why would you say her face is just FINE? He thought to himself. He then continued to stutter out words, “I—I mean, your face is really pretty.”

You stared at him, amused at his flustered state. You always found his bashfulness adorable. He easily blushed at any compliment or kind of physical contact. You could nudge shoulders with him and his cheeks would instantly go red as a tomato. Even though he easily blushed, he was the sweetest person you knew. He cared about others around him, he had the kindest soul, and he knew how to treat a girl right. He was also a thief, because he stole your heart the moment you first laid eyes on him.

You giggle at him and bite your lip, “Thanks Pete. Your face is pretty too.”

“Thanks.” He breaths out. His inner voice then spoke, this is your chance idiot just ask her the damn question. Peter agreed with himself, this was the perfect moment. The moon shined in the night sky, the twinkling lights of the city set the mood, and the two of you were finally alone—this was perfect.

“Hey, (y/n)?” You turn your attention to him to see him fiddling with his fingers.

“Yeah?”

“Can I ask you something?”

You laugh, “You just did, twice, but yeah, shoot.” Your joke seemed to loosen him up because it got him to chuckle.

He eyes your hand before grabbing it. He fumbles with your fingers until you decide to help him out and interlock them together. You see him smile at your fingers.

His thumb rubs the back of your hand, “Well, I’ve been trying to ask you this for a long time now. People just keep getting in the way of all my plans. Uh—I was wondering, only if you want to, if you want to be my—“

A shrill scream interrupts Peter. He clenches his jaw, hanging his head down in defeat. You squeeze his hand, catching his attention. The adorable pout was on his lips again and you were tempted to kiss it away.

You flash him an apologetic smile, “We should check on that.”

“Yeah, we should.” Peter grunted, taking his mask and shoving it on. With the hand that was still holding yours, he helps you up from the ledge.

You wrap your arms around his neck while one of his hands rest on the small of your back. He checks to see if his web shooters are on properly and pulls you closer to his chest, “You ready?”

“Yeah, let’s get ‘em.”

Success

It was only a night away until Valentine’s Day and Peter still hasn’t asked you to be his valentine. His heart felt heavy when you didn’t walk through the doors of your shared first period class. You must’ve been running late, he remember thinking to himself. He waited to see you at fourth period, but to his dismay, you were still not there. During lunch, he kept to himself and picked at his food while he worried about you. Asking you to be his Valentine was long forgotten, now he was wondering why you didn’t show up to school. Were you sick? What if you were in danger? Was there an invasion at the tower? Maybe you were on a mission? But that didn’t make sense, since you’d usually tell him you had a mission before hand. His entire day was spent thinking of reasons why you weren’t at school.

The second the bell rung, he rushed out of the school, leaving behind a concerned Ned. He sprinted to the train, then stopped by Delmar’s to get your usual order and another box of chocolates. He shoved the items into his book bag and swung his way to the tower. He greeted the receptionist and squeezed his way into an elevator. When he landed on the Avengers’ floor, he saw Sam, Tony, and Rhodey at the kitchen.

“Hey kid! How was school? Educational?” Tony greeted him, ruffling his hair as he passed by.

“Uh, yeah.” He answered, not bothering to actually answer Tony’s question. “Where’s (y/n)?” He asked them looking around the floor. Sam and Rhodey share a look at the boy’s eagerness.

“A mission came up. She’s out with Nat, Wanda, and Steve.” Sam answered, taking a sip out his mug.

Peter’s shoulders sag, “Do you know when they’re coming back?”

Rhodey glances at the time, “Not till tonight.” Peter curses to himself. Tony raised a brow at the boy, “Why are you so desperate to see (y/n)?”

“I’m not desperate!” Peter weakly defended himself. “I just—I had to ask her a question before tomorrow.”

Tony smirks at Peter, “It’s Valentine’s Day tomorrow.” Peter sighs and tosses his bag onto the floor. He pulls out one of the stools at the counter and shoves himself to sit on it.

“Exactly.”

“So you finally grew the balls to ask (y/n) out? About time, I was getting tired of seeing the two of you make puppy eyes at each other from across the room.” Sam snickered. Rhodey nodded, agreeing with Sam.

“We don’t make puppy eyes at each other.” Peter grumbled crossing his arms. Tony leans on the counter across from Peter, “Did you get her anything?”

“I got her usual sandwich from Delmar’s and a box of chocolates. I was gonna ask her to hang out in the garden and we’d eat our sandwiches there, then I would’ve asked her to be my Valentine.” Peter explained to the three men.

“You got her a sandwich and a box of chocolates?” Rhodey asked him.

Peter shrugged, “It’s all I could afford! I don’t get any money from being Spider-Man.”

Tony felt bad for Peter. He saw how the two of you interacted; bright smiles and attached at the hip. You guys obviously liked each other, but were too chicken to admit it. This was the exact push you both needed to admit those feelings. Tony patted down his pockets until he felt his wallet.

“I don’t trust you with my card, so here’s a hundred.” Tony slides the bill across the counter to Peter. The boy’s brows knitted together, “For what?”

Tony motions to the elevator, “Go and get your girl some flowers or something, I don’t know. You’ve got time before she gets here.”

“What? Mr. Stark I can’t take your money.”

Tony rolled his eyes, “Kid, you’ve been making heart eyes at this girl since the moment you first saw her. Now take the damn money and make this a memorable Valentine’s Day for her.”

Peter takes the bill and shoves it into his pocket, he stumbles out the chair and slings his bag over his shoulder. “Thank you, Mr. Stark, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you!” He surprises Tony with a hug before running out of the kitchen.

Peter ended up at the nearest Walgreens. He went all out with the gifts, that he needed two baskets to hold his items at the store. When he got back to the tower he headed straight to your room. He wasted no time in decorating your room. He hung up stringed lights with little heart lanterns attached to them on all four of your walls. He got a few stuffed animals and a giant squishmallow. He laid those things out on your bed paired with some of your favorite candies. He also got that lip balm you’re always raving about, fuzzy socks, and a scented candle. The last thing he got, that he knew you would enjoy, was a Harry Potter Lego set. It was only a small set, but he knew you’d like it nonetheless. You’ve always told him that you wanted to build a Lego set with him and now he was going to make that happen.

He stood in the middle of your room admiring his work. Everything was set perfectly and he was proud of his decorating skills. A knock was heard on the door, making him rush to grab the bouquet of roses on your desk.

“Um, COME IN!” He yelled, fixing his hair and standing straight with the flowers to his chest. The door opens to only reveal Mr. Stark.

“Hey—wow.” Tony observered your room, surprised at how it looked. He turned to Peter and gesture to the roses, “Listen Pete, I appreciate the gesture but I’m a married man.” He raises his ring finger for show, snickering at his own joke.

“Mr. Stark.” Peter whined setting the roses on your bed.

“What? I just came in here to tell you that they’re landing in a few minutes. I got your sandwiches out the fridge and sparkling apple cider for you guys.” Tony hands the items to Peter and two champagne glasses.

“Oh, thanks Mr. Stark.” Tony waves him off, “Don’t tell the others, but you’re both my favorites in this building.” The smile on Peter’s face widens.

“I’ll get outta your hair. Good job on the room by the way, good luck!” Tony leaves the room and shuts the door behind him. Peter sets the sandwiches on your desk and takes the roses again. If Mr. Stark liked how your room was decorated then so will you, hopefully. He sits on your chair and waits for you to come through the door. He waits for a few more minutes until he distinctly hears your voice from behind the door.

He gets up again and fixes his hair and clothes. His heart skips a beat when the handle of your door twisted. The door opens painfully slow till it finally revealed you behind it. You stumble in shock once you enter your room.

“Hi.” He breathes out, hands tightening around the stems of the roses.

“Hey.” You greet him shutting the door behind you. Peter scanned your body, not to ogle at you in your suit, but to check if you had any injuries. You walk towards him and stop when you’re just inches away from him.

“How was the mission? Are you hurt?” He questions you. You fondly shake your head at him, a soft smile gracing your lips. “It was good, we were just gathering intel, nothing too hectic.” You reassure him. Peter nods in response while your eyes dance around the room.

“What’s all this, Pete?” You ask him, a playful glint in your eyes. Peter swallows nervously and offers you the flowers. You quietly thank him, admiring the red and pink flowers.

“Well, remember that one night during patrol?”

“Yes, I do. You had a question for me.”

“Yeah—um I’m gonna ask you that question right now.” Peter explains, fiddling with his hands.

“Okay. But are the heart lights supposed to be a hint because I kinda have a feeling I already know what you want to ask me?” You take one of his hands and interlock it with yours. Peter eases up and chuckles bashfully, swinging your hands from side to side.

“I’ve been trying to ask you this for weeks now and every time people would get in the way of me asking you. I wanted it to be perfect and everything—because you’re perfect. And you deserve something romantic and extravagant for Valentine’s Day. I was gonna give you a sandwich and a box of chocolates; because it’s what I can get with my money. Then Mr. Rhodey called me out so Mr. Stark gave me money and—“ He was in the middle of explaining when you interjected.

“Peter, you’re rambling.” You giggle squeezing his hand.

“I know, I’m nervous, I’m sorry.” He apologized blushing. You shook your head and pulled him closer to you, “You don’t need to be nervous, just ask me the question, Pete.”

He looks down at you, gazing into your eyes, “(Y/n), will you be my Valentine?”

You beam up at him, “I would love to be your Valentine, Peter Parker.”

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