#Luckily there were trashcans but ... wish there were more cans around

[yoshistory]

I dropped my car off at 8 and then I walked to the dentist for an hour for my 9 appointment (just made it)(5mins late lol) and then got my teeth finished up (last appointment for a long while)(thank god)(hopefully anyways) and then I walked back an hour to get my car cause it was finished while they were doing my teeth up. And now I'm home

[imagines-fandom]

knight in shining armor- Daryl x reader

Summary- Reader's father throws a party. Daryl comes to their rescue when he overhears something they don't.

Pairings- Pre-apocalypse!Daryl x reader

Warnings- fighting, mentions of being drugged

The music from the basement was blasting. You could feel the vibrations through the floor. People were laughing and talking over the music. My anxiety was through the roof. Tons of people that I didn’t know were in my house. Luckily I locked all the bedroom doors. I didn’t need people stealing things.

I wish we didn’t have house parties. It wasn’t up to me anyway. I sat on the kitchen counter with an empty red solo cup in my hand. It’s been a rough last couple of days. The last thing I wanted to do was have a party. My dad and his best friend, Merle, still threw a party anyway. Even at this age, they have ‘legendary parties’.

Even at my age, I hate them. I hate parties as a whole. Pretending to have a good time for a few hours is utterly exhausting. I was brought out of my thoughts when someone walked into the kitchen. I looked up to see a blonde guy standing in the doorway. I looked back down at my cup with a sigh. He filled up his cup with one of the mixed drinks I made.

He leaned against the counter.

“You look miserable.”

“That’s cause I am. I hate parties.”

“Did your friends drag you here?”

“No, this is my dad’s party.”

“I-it is?”

“Yup.”

“How’ve you been since the last party?”

“Same shit different day. Just been working a lot. How about you?”

“Me too. Glad there was a party tonight.”

“Me too,” I sarcastically said.

He smirked as he looked at me.

“I’m Justin by the way.”

“(Y/N).”

“Nice to meet you.”

“You too.”

“I think we went to school together.”

“I think so too. 3 years feels like forever.”

“I know, right. I can barely even remember freshman year.”

“God, we were fetuses back then. We didn’t know where anything was or how to not be a complete dork.”

“Even until senior year, I was a dork.”

“God me too. I didn’t even speak. I just couldn’t wait to get the hell out of there.”

“Yeah, I talked way too much.”

“I think I remember that about you.” We both laughed.

We could hear the song change below us. It was an upbeat dance song. I’ve heard it a million times already. I smile grew on his face.

“This is my song. I gotta go.”

“Go have fun.”

“Wait, why don’t you come dance with me.”

“Oh, I don’t dance...at all.”

“Come on, just one song.”

“No, it’s okay. You better hurry down there before you miss it.” Justin sighed as he stood up from the counter.

He finished off the rest of his drink. Thankfully, he was walking to the trashcan to throw his cup away. Most of the people here leave it where they please.

“Alr-”

“She said no,” a voice interrupted.

Merle’s younger brother, Daryl, stood behind Justin. He had an empty beer in his hand.

“Mind you’re own business, buddy. I was talking to her.”

“She is my business. She said no, move on.”

“What are you her boyfriend or something?”

“Don’t matter what I am,” he growled as he walked towards Justin.

Daryl is not a good drunk. He’s an asshole when he’s had too much. I don’t know how many drinks he’s had already. It could go either way but it was not looking good. Justin was just about to leave on top of it. If he wasn’t, I wouldn’t mind Daryl coming to my rescue. “I was just about to leave her alone but seems you wanna start trouble.”

Justin rolled up his sleeves. Daryl harshly set his beer bottle onto the table. “Daryl, don’t. He was just leaving.” They both ignored my comment. Did they just want to fight? It’s almost like who has more testosterone.

I needed my get my dad or Merle to stop this. I couldn’t leave them in the kitchen alone. I tapped the nearest girl on the shoulder. “Hey, can you go find Merle for me? Send him to the kitchen. Like right now, it’s urgent.” She nodded as she stumbled off.

When I walked into the kitchen, Justin took a swing at Daryl. Daryl dodged it, throwing a punch at Justin. Justin didn’t dodge it fast enough. “Fight,” someone screamed. People started flocking around the kitchen. People had their cameras out, ready to catch something good. By the time my dad and Merle pushed through the crowd, they were beating the shit out of each other.

I was constantly being pushed back for people to get a better view. They finally got the fight separated after a few minutes. “Don’t let him get away,” Daryl as he pushed through the crowd. I confusedly looked back at my dad and Merle who had the same look on their face. What the hell was going on? Did he know something I didn’t? In a matter of minutes, we lost both of them.

Everyone started to leave after them. Since the fight was over, no one really wanted to stay. It was getting late anyway. Daryl didn’t come back even after everyone left. He wasn’t answering phone calls or texts. We had no idea where the hell he was. We started to clean up as we waited for him.

About a half-hour later, he walked through the door. His knuckles were bruised and bloody along with his face. My face softened at the sight of him. “Go into the kitchen. I’ll be right back,” I mumbled as I walked past him. I grabbed the first aid kit from under the bathroom sink. I sat on the kitchen counter as he stood between my legs.

My dad and Merle silently sat at the kitchen table.

“Now what the fuck was that? Why did you start a fight with him? He was leaving me alone.”

“He was leaving you alone cause his plan wasn’t gonna work.”

“Plan? What plan?”

“He was saying shit about you all night.”

“What do you mean?”

“I overheard him talking to his friends right before he was talking to you. He was gonna slip somethin’ in yer drink if he got to chance to..”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah. Damn near killed him.”

“Where is he?”

“His house. Found him about to walk into the house. Told his folks what went on. They were pissed.”

“Thank you.” I started to tear up a little bit.

I didn’t know why I did. I guess because if he didn’t step in, I could have been in big trouble. “I wasn’t gonna let anything happen to ya. Care too much to let anything happen.” His cheeks turned bright pink. I smiled at his shyness. It went back to being quiet as I concentrated.

The 4 of us silently migrated to the living room. I got tired from sitting there doing nothing. It was way past midnight by now. All the cleaning was done, I was in my pjs and Daryl was fixed up. There was nothing left to do but sleep. I pushed myself off the couch. I yawned as I stretched out my arms.

“I’m going up to bed. Night, bitches.” I walked upstairs. I started to overthink as soon as I laid down. It was hitting me that I could have been in serious danger. In my own home. I think this situation is going to make my dad and Merle rethink the parties. Nowadays, men ain’t shit. Well some of them are.

A soft knock on my door brought me out of my thoughts. “It’s open,” I whispered. Daryl awkwardly walked in. “Want company,” he asked. I nodded as I scooted over. He took off his boots before laying next to me. It was an uncomfortable atmosphere for a second.

I scooted closer to him for warmth. It was freezing in my room tonight. I carefully laid my head on his chest, not wanting to accidentally hurt him. Or make him uncomfortable. His arms protectively wrapped around my waist as he shifted blow me.

“I ain’t never gonna let anythin’ happen to ya. Ever.”

“My knight in shining armor.” I smiled up at him.

I took a deep breath.

“So is this a good time to tell you that I have a massive crush on you?”

“How much did you have to drink?”

“One fruity drink. Do you not believe that I have a crush on you?”

“Don’t believe it.”

“Why’s that?”

“Cause you’re you and I’m me.”

“I don’t want anyone but you, Daryl Dixon.” He didn’t say anything back.

It was as if he didn’t even know what to say. I could see a smirk grow on his face. He softly kissed the top of my head. That was enough for me.

[toosicktoocare]

hi, here’s some Buck and Eddie sleeping quarantining together 

It’s ten minutes of Buck listening to Eddie roll and shift around in his makeshift bed that he clears his throat and props himself up on his elbow, sighing. “This is stupid.” It’s dark, but he can still make out the dark lump on the floor beside his bed moving until it’s taller, and Eddie’s bare, tan skin is barely visible, his blanket pooling around his waist. 

“Is this your way of inviting me to the bed?” Eddie’s voice is passively eager, and Buck sighs again, louder, a little more drawn out. 

“Yes.” He drags out the word, a laugh slipping past his lips as Eddie hops up from the floor and throws himself on the bed, rolling over Buck to the empty side. 

Eddie breathes through a deep sigh, the content evident on his breath, and Buck rolls over until he’s lying on his side, facing Eddie with a cocked brow. 

“The floor can’t be that bad.” 

“Tell that to my back.” 

Buck huffs out a laugh, and he moves until he’s lying on his back, matching Eddie’s position. He stares at the ceiling, and though his muscles are still, his heart’s beginning to quicken in speed until it’s a rapid, rabbit’s foot thump against his rib cage. “This isn’t weird, right?” 

“It’s only weird if you make it weird,” Eddie grumbles around a yawn, and Buck can feel Eddie shift around in the bed.

He peers over to see Eddie lying on his stomach, his back faintly exposed with the blanket only pulled up to his hips. His head is turned away from Buck, and contradicting his own words, Buck stares, his eyes following the small, sharp curve of Eddie’s back. 

“Go to sleep, Buck,” Eddie mutters, and Buck whips his gaze back to the ceiling and swallows thickly. 

He’s thankful his ceiling fan ticks slightly because otherwise, he’s sure Eddie would be able to physically hear his heart threatening to burst out his chest. He squeezes his eyes closed tightly and takes to breathing exercies to steady his heart rate: in for four, hold for seven, out for four. He repeats this until his face falls slack, and then comes the water. 

It creeps at the edge of his dream, a muted crescendo to decrescendo lapping faintly at his ears. It brings a furrow to his brow, and he rolls onto his side, his back to Eddie, to try and jostle the hint of a dream away during a brief bout of consciousness. 

It comes back stronger when he nods off again. He falls into his first REM cycle, and the water’s all around him, floating debris slamming against his ankles. He stares around, stuck in a vast, seemingly endless, pool of rushing water that whips strongly around him, trying to pull him off his feet. 

He holds his ground, bracing himself with bent knees, but then the debris gets bigger, longer, and he spares a glance down to see that the chairs and trashcan lids have morphed into listless bodies floating along the pulsing waves. 

No, he thinks, shaking his head. Something’s off. The dark walls around him are closing in, but they can’t because he’s missing something. Someone..? 

“Christopher?” 

He works the name around his jaw, frowning, and the single word feels sour but right. Christopher should be with him, beside him, his small hand in his, but he’s not. There are bodies floating face first in the water around him, and Christopher isn’t here. 

“Chris?” he tries, eyes scanning his darkening surroundings. He can’t... He can’t lose Christopher; he...

“Christopher!”

Something latches onto Buck’s leg, sharp, breaking his skin, and he falls, his entire head going under. The water’s cold and murky, painted in faint wisps of red, and Buck cannot breathe. There’s something heavy pushing against his chest, keeping him under, and he can’t break free. 

“Christopher!” he shouts, dirty water rushing into his mouth, sinking heavy in his lungs. He twists and fights against the dark force against his chest. He tries to break free because he can’t breathe, and if he can’t breathe, then Christopher probably can’t breathe. 

The water around him is growing redder, thicker. It’s getting harder to see, and it’s cold. 

“Buck!”

He pushes with every muscle; his jaw clenched tightly. “Christopher!” he calls back. “I”m here!”

“Buck!”

Christopher’s voice sounds different, deeper but similarly desperate, and Buck’s lungs are burning. He needs to...

“Buck!”

Buck jerks forward, a strangled scream ripping up his throat, and he grips at the arms in front of him, staring frantically hard at the face before him, a face that’s pale, lifeless, floating, until it’s not. 

“Buck? You with me?”

Eddie’s face slowly gains life and color until Buck can make out his sharp, worried features: his dark eyes narrowed, his forehead creased, his jaw set hard. “Eddie?” he rasps out, fingers tightening around Eddie’s arms. 

“Hey, yeah. It’s me. Are you okay?” 

A loaded question. Buck’s far from fine; Buck hasn’t been fine for a long time. He nods, but he doesn’t miss the way Eddie’s frown deepens. 

“You were mumbling for Christopher.” 

“It was just a dream,” Buck tries. He doesn’t want Eddie to worry about him; he doesn’t want anyone to see through the plasters he’s thrown up to mask his cracks. 

“About the tsunami? Buck, have you-”

“-it’s fine, Eddie,” Buck says, pushing his voice to be light yet firm. “I’m fine.” Even as he says it, his fingers are still digging into Eddie’s arms, and he slowly releases his grip and falls back against his back with a sigh. “Sorry.” 

Even through the dark, Buck can make out the brief pull of conflict against Eddie’s face. He knows Eddie wants to say more, but instead, Eddie carefully lies back on his back, his shoulder brushing against Buck’s. 

“You going to be okay?” 

No, Buck thinks. 

“Of course.” 

***

Buck stares at his bed; it’s still a mess of tangled sheets. His comforter’s been kicked toward the end of the bed. He got hot last night, after his dream. The heat was welcome though, comforting and encompassing, and when he woke to his alarm, he was on his side, and Eddie was pressed flush against his back, his arm wrapped tightly around Buck’s waist. 

Buck can’t remember his dreams from the night before after the intrusive tsunami one. All he can remember is bright, wide-open warmth that wrapped around him, carried him over a light, welcoming breeze. 

“Should we make the bed first?” 

Buck turns a smile to Eddie, who’s walked up to his side, head tilting at the mess of the bed. 

“I never really saw the point of making a bed if you’re just going to mess it up again later.” 

Eddie breathes through a laugh, and he slips around Buck and flops onto the bed, a deep sigh morphing into a groan. “Me either, but my mother and my grandmother insisted.” 

“Well, luckily they aren’t here, and you’re just stuck with me.” Buck climbs onto the bed, watching as Eddie fiddles with his phone. “What are you doing?” 

“I’m going to Facetime, Chris,” Eddie starts, and he tugs at Buck’s arm until Buck’s falling onto his back beside Eddie, his shoulder knocking into Eddie’s. 

Eddie holds his phone up until the camera’s squishing both their faces close into the small square in the corner, and then the call’s being answered, and Christopher’s face is so close, his smile so wide. 

“Buck!” 

Buck suddenly feels warm from head to toe, and he smiles so naturally wide. “Hey, Christopher!” 

“Are you and daddy having a sleepover?” 

Eddie snorts, and Buck slaps his leg outside of the camera. “Your dad’s elderly back can’t handle the floor.” He laughs loudly when Eddie’s over-dramatic pout covers their small screen in the corner. 

“Tell us about your day, Chris. How’s virtual school going?” 

Buck listens as Chris talks excitedly about his day, in specific detail, and for the first time, despite everything that’s happening and has happened, he feels calm, at peace, if he’s willing to admit he’s being cliche. 

Chris and Eddie bounce naturally off each other for thirty minutes before Chris has to get off to get ready for bed. He and Eddie follow suit, and before Buck knows it, he’s back in last night’s position, lying on his back in the dark and staring at the ceiling, hoping, desperately, that his ceiling fan will continue to mask the echoing thump of his heart. 

They lie like this for a while, and though Buck says nothing out loud, he knows Eddie’s still awake and working through his own thoughts. 

“You know Chris is okay, right?” 

“Hmm?” 

“Because of you,” Eddie adds. “Chris is fine.” 

There are things Buck knows that Eddie leaves unsaid: it was a while ago, stop worrying about it, I’m not mad. 

“He’s a strong kid,” Buck opts for, turning his gaze when Eddie shifts until he’s propped up on his elbow, his body twisted toward Buck. 

“You don’t have to talk to me about it if you don’t want to. Though,” Eddie pauses, his face falling, “I wish you would. But, whether you open up to me or not, I know I’ve told you before, but you’ve got to let go of the guilt, Buck. No one could have predicted that, and you literally drove yourself to a hospital bed searching for him. You didn’t just save him, either. You saved so many people that day, and I don’t blame you for what happened. I haven’t lost my trust in you. I still stand by my thinking that Chris is safest when he’s with you.” 

Buck’s eyes are stinging. He blinks quickly, slowing craning his neck until’s he’s looking up into Eddie’s dark eyes. “Good thing you just did enough talking for both of us.” 

Eddie groans around a light laugh, and he flops back down onto the bed, twisting his body more toward Buck until he’s draping himself half atop Buck, his face dropping to Buck’s neck. 

“I hate you. Haven’t you ever heard of a moment?” 

“Who the hell has moments at 10 PM?”

“Lots of people!”

“Will you two please shut up?” 

Eddie pushes himself up, his lips pursing together, biting back a laugh at Chimney’s groan from the couch downstairs. 

Buck can’t help but giggle, and then Eddie’s falling back against him, and they’re trying, and promptly failing, to cover their laughs. 

“I forgot he was here,” Eddie whispers. 

“Too lost in the moment?” 

Eddie buries his face back to the crook of Buck’s neck, and his breathy laugh is warm against Buck’s skin. They lie like this for a moment, both laughing quietly until their breathing evens out, and only the sound of the ticking ceiling fan cuts through the silence. 

“Are you going to be okay tonight?” 

Buck’s seen Chris tonight. Granted, it was through a camera that sometimes froze, leaving Chris’s voice still echoing through the speaker despite his face blurred mid-turn. But, he saw him. Alive. Breathing. Steady on dry land. And, Buck thinks, he’s got a very real, very alive, body atop him, keeping him grounded, keeping him from floating away. 

Is he okay? No, Buck thinks. Okay is a loaded word with multiple jagged edges that struggle to smooth out and meet in the middle. But, tonight? With Eddie firm at his side, with Christopher safe and warm in his own bed? 

“Yeah,” he says, and he can feel Eddie smile against his neck. 

“I think I will be.” 

[sickficsies-and-whumpsies]

hi, may i ask you sick semi eita fic? he went amusement park with his team despite feeling a little bit unwell. Later he feels dizzy & nauseous, his team then take him to doctor/dorm. thank you 🥰

Oui oui, mon amie!!

TW: dizziness & nausea, vomiting, hospitals, brief mentions of IVs.

1.4k words, Gen.

ー ー ー

“Oh, the queue for that one isn’t too long!! Let’s go, guys!!”

Semi sighs. While Tendou’s volume doesn’t usually bother him, right now, stuck in the middle of Yagiyama Benyland, surrounded by screaming people and running children, he wishes his friend could turn it down a notch already.

The fabric around his neck feels constricting, suffocating. Semi tugs at the collar of his shirt lightly, clearing his throat silently as he trails behind the rest of the team.

He massages his stomach under the grey hoodie, feeling it gurgle under his touch. It was only two days ago when the pinch-server’s stomach first sent a painful, sudden jolt of white-hot pain throughout his body, making him shudder and gag, taken aback. But since his appendix has long been removed, Semi’s confident that it’s probably just a matter of too much coffee and too little water in his guts. It’s been a stressful week, after all. Nothing he can’t fix. It still hurts, though.

“Are you sure we’re tall enough for that ride?” Goshiki jokes, and everyone laughs, Tendou wrapping a lanky arm around the first-year and ruffling his head with the other hand. More laughter echoes among the group.

Semi shudders, chills running down his spine, stomach twisting. He struggles to even only force out a tiny smile.

ー

The safety belts press against his stomach and shoulders uncomfortably, and Semi doesn’t think he will make it. Next to him, Ushijima sits quietly, waiting for the ride to start. He briefly glances over, humming.

“Are you scared, Semi?”

There’s no malice in his voice, no curiosity either. It’s something along the lines of… Concern? Annoyance? Both?

“M’fine.” Semi gulps, “Just excited.”

“It’s okay to be scared.”

“M’not.”

“Alright. But if you were, it’d be okay.”

“Ushijiー!!” he gets cut off, abruptly, as the thing finally starts to move.

The higher it goes, the more Semi knows he’s not going to make it. There’s no doubt about it. He quickly tries to recall if there’s some sort of trashcan near the exit but he realises that he hasn’t seen any. 

His complexion bleaches rapidly. The thing is, Semi isn’t scared of roller coasters, he quite enjoys them, to be fair. Right now, the thing he fears the most is puking all over himself or worse, over the team’s captain.

And he knows it’s going to happen.

The people in the front row start screaming, Semi only a few rows back. It’s only a matter of seconds before he feels himself falling, and the world tunes out.

ー

He doesn’t actually pass out, really. Instead, once the operators remove his safety belts and wish him and his friends a fun day, he lets his shaky legs guide him down the metal staircase, eyes glazed over, blind. He’s not quite sure he’s moving, either. And he looks green.

Semi doesn’t even register that Ushijima’s strong hand is wrapped around his right upper arm, the left in the care of Tendou himself, eerily quiet. They set him down on the first empty bench they find, the team quiet behind the three.

It’s Reon to crouch in front of the ill teen, a firm hand squeezing his knee encouragingly. “Semi? Dude, hey.”

“...up…” he murmurs, seemingly catatonic, staring somewhere behind the team that has gathered in front of him, eyes filled to the brim with apprehension.

The setter swallows, a thin trail of saliva making its way down the corner of his chapped lips and down his twitching chin. He opens his mouth to speak, to say something, but nothing comes out, and soon enough he ducks his head between his knees and retches onto the pavement without a second warning. 

His teammates gasp, horrified and worried, but Reon is quick to avoid the onslaught and immediately usher the others away, leaving Tendou and Ushijima behind. The taller guy rubs at his back firmly, while the other puts a palm flat on Semi’s forehead, preventing him from giving himself a whiplash. 

His skin feels cold and clammy, ashen. Tendou hisses. 

Not long passes before Semi throws up again, more and more bile splashing between his feet, little droplets staining his shoes and jeans. He retches and gags, helpless, eyes stinging painfully, about to pop out of his skull.

Reon jogs back a minute later, stopping a couple of meters away to give Semi some breathing room. “Should we call an ambulance? He looks like death warmed over...”

Ushijima shakes his head. “We should try and make him drink something, first.”

“I don’t think he’s up to it, Toshi.” Tendou reasons, “Semi-Semi, hey, you need to take a breath, my man.” he adds, patting the boy’s shoulder while Ushijima keeps massaging circles on his back.

But Semi doesn’t. He can’t. His stomach twists and knots painfully, and he doubles over, arms wrapped protectively around his abdomen as he hiccup and dry-heaves weakly. 

“Does your stomach hurt?” Reon asks, careful, calm as ever, “Do you need an ambulance?”

“Yeah, we should call ‘em.” Tendou says, “It’s not normal to feel this sick after riding a roller coaster as bland as that one, andー”

“He was feeling ill before the ride, too. I didn’t think it was this bad, though. I apologize, Semi.” Ushijima interjects. “I think the ride was simply the last straw.”

The three stay quiet for a moment, Semi’s desperate struggles and pants and hiccups drowning out every other noise. And finally, blissfully, about ten minutes after sitting down, his jagged breaths come to a halt, and he slumps to the side, crashing into Tendou.

“Semi-Semi...? Oh shit. Is he dead? Semi-Semi?” Tendou gasps, “Guys, a little help?”

The ill teen is quick to blink his eyes open, glassy and dull, spent. “H’rts.”

“What hurts?” 

“S-stomach. Head.” 

Reon nods, serious. He then takes his phone out and quickly types something, before glancing at Ushijima and Tendou, who are both massaging Semi’s trembling back, subconsciously. 

“Okay, the closest bus stop is about five minutes away on foot from here, and then it takes about ten minutes to get to Sendai Red Cross Hospital by bus, and another minute on foot after that. What do you guys say?” Reon asks.

Tendou is fast to nod, “Let’s go, we might catch the first bus available if we hurry.”

“I’ll carry him.” Ushijima adds.

Semi then struggles, shaking his headー aggravating his nausea and gagging silently. “Th-the others, and y-you, th-the pa-park and- and the tickets andー”

“Woh, woh, slow down, Semi-Semi!! It’s fine, we’ve been here for hours already anyway, and the entrance fees aren’t that expensive. No worries, okay? Let us worry about the rest.” Tendou says, cheerful, “We’ll text the others to let them know we’re leaving. We can always reschedule for another time, alright?”

“Done.” Reon smiles, waving his phone, ‘Shiratorizawa Volleyball Club’ chat open and rapidly flooding with texts from everyone. “Let’s go.” 

ー

Luckily, and unsurprisingly, the bus is perfectly on time, and Semi doesn’t even have the time to register that he’s an eighteen year-old being offered a piggy-back ride from another eighteen year-old. He couldn’t care less. Instead, once he’s on the bus, he drifts, drained.

ー

“Anyone here for Semi Eita?”

Tendou, Reon and Ushijima are quick to reach the doctor, wide-eyed. “How is he!?”

She smiles, “Your friend will be okay, nothing to worry about. He was terribly dehydrated and overall exhausted, courtesy of the raging viral gastroenteritis he has. The nurses gave him an IV to pump some fluids into his system, and once it’s done, I’m going to prescribe him some probiotics to help with the infection and he’ll be free to leave.”

“Can we see him?” Tendou frets, “Is there anything else we should do? Are you sure he’s okay?”

The doctor nods, her expression firm and reassuring. “Viral infections are extremely common, we treat thousands of similar cases each day. I promise you, Semi-san will be okay. And yes, you may see him, of course. Come with me, please.” 

The three follow the kind doctor quietly as she leads them to Semi’s bed, in the ER, the thin curtains between his and other patients’ beds being his only source of privacy. 

Upon seeing them, Semi sits up, grinning sheepishly, cheeks tinted in red. “Hey there.” he grins.

His friends chuckle, rapidly making their way toward his bed, ruffling his hair and pushing him around with calculated motions.

He’ll be fine. 

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I got carried away and started researching how to get to the closest hospital from Yagiyama Benyland, a real amusement park in Miyagi. And yeah, the Red Cross Hospital’s real, too, and the bus as well. I had so much fun researching this stuff. So yeah, I hope you liked it, let me know!!

Also, anon, if you have an AO3 tell me so that I can gift this fic to you when I post it there in a few days.

September 2, 2021

[nctsjiho]

Still My Favourite

warnings: none

era: Fall of 2018

❀ JiHo reassures Jeno he’s still her favourite

It was cool fall evening, one of few where JiHo had some time outside of the company and more specifically the practise rooms. With more schedules coming up at the end of the year and the beginning of the following year, it was nice to take a little breather.

Currently, JiHo was sitting in a lesser known park in Seoul. It was one she had gone to a few times before when she was only a trainee. The park was such a nice place to be since the only people that really visited were older couples and very “to-themselves” individuals. The chance that she would get recognised was very small and even if she would be, the people usually didn’t care to point it out or make a big deal out of it. It had happened before with a girl close to her age, but she was so nice to just say hello and went on with her day.

Sat at one of the park benches, JiHo had her knees pulled to her chest. She hadn’t anticipated it getting this cold. It was bearable, luckily, but still she could feel the goose-bumps rise on her skin. Her shorter hair didn’t help the breeze from hitting her exposed neck and the simple leggings and black jumper really didn’t offer her much warmth. Fortunately she knew help was coming soon and the pieces of clothing at least created a barrier between the chilly air and her skin.

JiHo’s eyes wandered around the as good as empty park, peacefulness engulfing her. It was nice to be able to catch a breath and relax after a long week of practises.

So lost in her own thoughts it took the medium sized dog jumping up against the park bench and directly barking at the girl, for JiHo to notice there was a dog in the first place. At the sight of the dog JiHo immediately sat up. She didn’t quite know if dogs could look really happy or smile, but she knew for a fact that this dog was smiling at her. She didn’t hesitate to reach out for the dog and the medium sized pup had seen that as an invite to jump up into her lap.

Dog’s breath isn’t a nice smell, but it had been a while since JiHo had seen or hung out with a dog like this and so she accepted the excessive licking on her face with giggles and a big smile. “Ai- Yasu! No!” A small older lady came jogging up to JiHo and the beige, almost white, dog - apparently named Yasu. JiHo who was still laughing at the dog’s licks and the way they wiggled in her lap, held a hand up to the woman. “Don’t worry, I love dogs.”

The woman’s partner had joined the conversation, pointing out that their dog Yasu usually didn’t care for people so seeing him this excited was somewhat shocking. JiHo had taken it as a massive compliment and when the dog finally settled in her lap, she engulfed him in a big hug. Yasu placed his head on the girl’s shoulder and she could feel him relax.

JiHo and the dog’s owners continued their conversation asking what the girl was doing their alone. She eventually told them she was an idol - she didn’t bring it up at first and tried to avoid telling them but the older woman had a way with words which had her confess her profession - and how she wished she could have a dog. Their conversation was halted when Yasu had started barking. He was still looking over JiHo’s shoulder a growl coming from his belly.

The young idol looked back to see who was approaching and when she noticed who it was she started reassuring the dog. “Yasu, it’s okay, it’s my friend.” She told the dog sweetly while petting his back. “Jeno! Come here!”

Jeno had left about 5 to 10 minutes earlier to get some food at a nearby convenience store. He hadn’t expected to come back to JiHo with any company, let alone this much and company of this kind. Jeno sat down next to JiHo, placing the food behind him so the new 4-footed friend wouldn’t get to it before they could. 

“This is Yasu and his lovely parents.” JiHo started introducing. The older couple smiling brightly at the nice introduction, they were impressed by the young foreigner’s manners and social skills. “And this is Jeno.” She introduced to them. Jeno stood up quickly to bow at the elders and sat back down. He reached his hand out to pet Yasu, but quickly retrieved it when Yasu bared his teeth at him. He flinched to which JiHo quickly told Yasu that it was okay and that Jeno was a friendly person.

The 4 of them - well 5 if you count Yasu - talked for another few minutes before the older man spoke up. “I see your friend brought some food, we’ll leave you two alone now.” His wife quietly protested but he brought his arm around her shoulder pulling her close to him. “I know these children are really nice, but I’m getting jealous that your attention is only on them now. It’s usually only on Yasu so I want my time with you as well.” The wife blushed a little bit, called her husband a charmer and turned to the 2 teenagers. “Maybe we’ll see you here again some day. Enjoy your food.” Yasu hesitantly jumped of JiHo’s lap where he had made himself comfortable for the last couple of minutes upon his owner’s call. JiHo and Jeno bowed at them and waved the couple goodbye.

Once they were far enough away, Jeno moved the food between them. Surprisingly the heated up food was still warm enough to enjoy and the other snack foods were just amazing in general. “Yasu was really cute right?” JiHo inquired, shoving some of the noodles in her mouth. Jeno squinted his eyes and hummed reluctantly. It prompted a chuckle from the girl and Jeno sighed. “He didn’t like me.” “I’m sure if we had more time with him that he would warm up to you. His owner’s told me he normally doesn’t care for people anyway.” “But he liked you.” He whined.

The two enjoyed their food together, talking about random things, until dogs came up as a subject again. “I didn’t know you liked dogs so much.” Jeno said and JiHo sighed at that. “I never got to have one, but their were a lot in my area growing up. They’re 100 percent my favourite animal. I wish I could have one.” “Why don’t you get one?” It was so easily asked, but getting a pet took a lot of responsibility and time, time that JiHo did not have. “If I get one now, I know they wouldn’t get the attention they deserve.” A sad smile placed itself on JiHo’s lips and Jeno nodded understandingly.

Jeno and JiHo decided it was getting late and got up to leave. They took their trash and walked over to the trashcan, making sure they didn’t leave anything behind. Not dropping the previous conversation Jeno spoke up. “You could get a dog later? You know in a few years when you’re used to being an idol.” JiHo chuckled once he brought up the subject again. “Why are you so adamant about me getting a dog?” Jeno shrugged. “You just seemed so happy with Yasu.” It should’ve been a good thing, but JiHo wondered why Jeno looked a little down. “Are you jealous? Don’t worry you’re still my favourite puppy.” The girl teased and reached out to ruffle Jeno’s hair. Flustered the boy swatted away her hand and denied her statement. “I’m not jealous! I just think you deserve to be really happy and honestly I haven’t see you smile so bright and for so long as when you did with Yasu in your lap.” JiHo was moved by his words that held so much truth. There was something about dogs, or pets in general, that was so stress relieving. Dogs in particular just want to love and be loved and JiHo loved how pure their intentions were.

Some members had compared her to a cat since she picks and chooses when to be loved and when to give love. Though Yuta had taught her that receiving love, and particularly his, wasn’t really her choice to make. She just had to take it, but she didn’t mind.

Even though JiHo’s really sociable, she does like to have her time alone or at least be somewhere in the back were she can just observe what’s going on without having to be part of it. Her cat-like characteristics were very charming and they contrasted very well with the dog-like characteristics of some of the boys. It was a dog and cat kind of relationship which was adorable in the eyes of those watching.

Knowing that JiHo wanted a dog was surprising to Jeno. She never really brought it up before. After their conversation where she expressed how much she liked the animal Jeno made a mental note to always let her know if their was a dog nearby or send her some dog pictures and memes every once in a while.

“Well don’t worry about it Jeno. I have you and Jungwoo, two puppies is already enough for now.” JiHo smiled as she noticed how the boy wanted to retaliate but ended up swallowing his words. “Maybe one day I’ll get a dog.” She thought out loud which had Jeno, though he didn’t want to admit it, a little excited. “What would you call it?” JiHo acted as if she was in deep thought. “Hm... I don’t know, maybe... Jeno?” She trailed off and then looked at Jeno for a reaction. He didn’t look amused at the teasing in the slightest and brought a hand up to hit her arm, but she took of running. “Sorry not sorry!” “Come back here!” He ran after her. “If I get a cat I’ll call her JiHo then!” He yelled, not caring if anyone else could hear him.

[quiteanabyss]

home

Pairing: Adam Sackler x Reader

Words: 1100-ish

Notes:  Part 3 of the “Touch” series.  In which the blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb, communication is hard, and pizza is good.

The subway ride is deathly silent.

You don’t reach for Adam at all.  When he tries to take your hand, you flinch, and brush him off with a sharp shake of your head.  He allows you your space, and instead studies you out of the corner of his eye.  Your hands are twisting in your lap.  Your lips are pressed together.  Your jaw is tightly clenched. One of your booted feet is tapping on the floor, the rhythm growing faster and faster until finally, a couple of stops from home, he springs to his feet.  “C’mon,” he says, injecting a cheerfulness into his voice that he doesn’t feel at all. “It’s a nice night.  Let’s walk the rest of the way home.”

After a couple of blocks, Adam slows to a halt outside one of those cheap pizza places.  “You hungry?” he asks, already knowing the answer.  You haven’t eaten anything all day – you were nervous, even though you wouldn’t admit it – and you didn’t stay long enough at the Christmas party to have even a bite to eat.  Not that it looked good anyway, all fussy little morsels of fuckin’ caviar and shit like that.  All kinds of things he’ll probably never be rich enough to afford.  But he’ll buy you as many one dollar slices of pizza as you want, for as long as you’ll let him.

“Maybe,” you admit, so quietly that he can barely hear you above the din of traffic honking and people in the street bellowing at each other, and into their goddamn cellphones. Just then, the door swings open as a patron leaves, and a gust of warm, pizza-scented air drifts out.  Your stomach growls loudly in response.  “Okay, yes, I’m hungry” you admit, with a small, embarrassed smile.

A couple of minutes later, you’re on your way again, each of you carefully carrying a gigantic slice of pizza as you navigate the crowded street.  Luckily, as soon as you reach the end of the block, the area becomes more residential, and there are far fewer people around.  Now that there’s less risk of some asshat crashing into you and making you drop your food, you both begin to eat.  

“Thank you,” you murmur, through a huge mouthful.  “I needed this.”

Even in the artificial light of the streetlamp, Adam can see that the colour has started to return to your face.  And even better, you’ve started to do that happy little wiggle you do whenever you’re eating something you really like. He doesn’t know if you realize you do it.  He’s never drawn your attention to it, because he had a funny feeling you’d stop if he did.  And now he’s sure of it.  He knows that you would.  Because he’s never seen you so unlike yourself, so ashamed of yourself, than tonight, in your family home. He’s lived through some uncomfortable situations, but this was up there with the worst of them.   

While he’s still mulling over the evening’s events, Adam finishes up his slice, and frisbees the paper plate into a pile of garbage bags lined up on the edge of the sidewalk. “Do you wanna talk about it?” he asks. But you just shake your head, just as he expected you would, and drop your own paper plate neatly into a trashcan as you pass it.  

He chews on the inside of his lip, trying to figure out a different approach.  It’s times like these that he wishes he wasn’t such a sledgehammer.  That he knew how to be subtle and delicate with his words.  He wants to tell you that he gets it now.  He gets why you never talk about them.  Why you’ve avoided bringing him along to the any of the gatherings you’ve attended since you’ve been together.  And most of all, he gets why you are the way you are.  Fifty four minutes in your family home was enough to tell him almost everything he needed to know.  Everything you are, everything you’ve achieved, has been in spite of your upbringing, not because of it.  Just like him.

He wants to tell you all of this, but instead he blurts out: “Your family are dicks.  I hate them.” Like an absolute fucking insensitive jackass.

But instead of looking horrified or disappointed in him, you let out a soft, desperate sound, and grab for his hand.  Your fingers are covered in grease, and so are his, but neither of you seem to give a shit about that.  Nor do you care about the way you’re blocking half of the sidewalk.  Nothing matters at all when you crash your lips against his and take what you want.  The kiss is sudden and intense, and tastes a lot like pepperoni.  It’s perfect.  God, Adam likes it when you take charge like this.  He likes it when he’s the one being kissed, and he can just lose himself in the moment.  Let everything around him disappear, and focus all his attention on what he’s feeling.

Both of you are heavy-lidded and panting when you finally break apart. Not because either of you need air, but because some moron driving a cab has yelled, “Get a room!” and you both want to give him a piece of your mind. But once that’s been done, Adam bumps his forehead against yours, you nuzzle your nose against his, and Brooklyn fades into the background again, where it belongs.

Eventually, you let out a heavy sigh.  The majority of the tension that’s been drawing your shoulders up to your ears seems to exit your body at the same time, leaving you soft and pliant against him.  “Thank you,” you say, quietly. “For standing up for me.”

“Why wouldn’t I?” he asks, and feels something in his chest clench at the way you bite your lip and look to the side awkwardly in response.  So that’s another person he needs to add to the list of people he hates, then. Although it’s probably that piece of shit ex of yours, who’s already right at the top, with his name underlined in red. Even though Adam has sworn off violence, he knows he’d make a special exception for the prick who fucked with your head so thoroughly that sometimes it seems like you don’t know which way is up.

But that’s something to think about in the future.  Right now, you’re here in his arms, and you need cheering up.  And even Adam’s dumb, unsubtle ass knows how to do that.  He smirks, and leans in to press his lips against the shell of your ear.  “I’ve got something else that’s standing up for you, too” he says, grinding his hips against yours.  Just in case the single entendre was too subtle.

You start laughing, and swat him on the ass.  “Come on, big boy,” you say, smiling up at him.  “I’ve got something for you, too.”

This time, when Adam reaches for your hand, you let him take it.

And you hold on tight, all the way home.

[bratkook]

clairvoyant. (m) part nine.

masterlist

pairing: jungkook x reader , taehyung x reader

word count: 13k

warnings: lots of crying, mentions of sex, but nothing scandalous happens

author’s note: let me know what you think, i live off feedback and attention no cap lmaoo also this series is almost over and im upset and forcing myself to not drag it on

Jungkook is sat hunched on his bed, his feet dangling in front of him as his eyes focused on the floor. The sound of Taehyung slamming the dorm room shut made him flinch slightly, his body finally relaxing now that his room mate was gone.

He slumped back on the bed, his head nearly missing the wall behind him as he settled back into his sheets. He wiped his sweaty palms on his sweats, shutting his eyes and trying to calm his racing heart.

Taehyung had just chewed his ass out, he had been holding it in after you told him what had happened between you, Jungkook, and his stupid friend. You hadn’t meant to say anything at all but when you and Yoongi made it into your room Taehyung was already waiting there, taking note of your flustered appearance and thats when the questioning commenced. You had tried to play it down but with the way Yoongi looked Taehyung knew whatever happened had hurt you.

For the next few days Taehyung had just given Jungkook the silent treatment, ignoring when Jungkook asked him innocent questions or made small talk. Taehyung was petty, leaving the drawers to Jungkooks desk pulled out so Jungkook would ram his knee into them when he entered the room, not closing their room door fully when he left in the morning so Jungkook would have to decide if he wanted to drown out the noise of the hallway with his pillow or haul himself out of bed to shut it.

The last thing he had done was unplug his phone from the charger, successfully letting his phone die in order for the alarm to not wake him up on time for the class Taehyung knew he shared with you. Luckily Jungkook’s internal alarm had woke him up and that had apparently been the tipping point for Taehyung, his quick words and low jabs coming out and succeeding in wounding him.

Jungkook had never seen Taehyung as scary, or intimidating but the malice in his eyes as he tore him a new one made a fear creep up his spine. Never had he thought Taehyung was a violent man but when he had given him an open ended threat of not wanting to see him near you Jungkook decided that Taehyung was in fact very scary.

All the younger one could do was sit there and take it, refusing to make eye contact and silently praying that he wouldn’t get decked because even though Jungkook was buff he was also completely clueless on how to fight. His muscles were useless and he didn’t think he’d have it in him to even fight back if Taehyung swung first so when Tae stormed out it was a blessing.

A shuddering breath left him and before he knew it he was crying, his hands balling into fists as he felt the hot tears stream down his face. A small whine left his lips as he tried to get himself to stop crying like a fucking child, one of his fists slamming into the mattress beside him.

“Get yourself together.” His voice strained, aggressively wiping at the tears on his face as he sat up in bed again. His chest hiccuping and a few more tears slipping past his lashes. He had been holding that down for a while, not wanting to cry when Taehyung was there & still having some dignity left to not cry in the shower but he couldn’t sit here and act like he was the victim.

Jungkook took a deep inhale before standing up, going to his desk and swiping at his computers trackpad to see the time since his phone was lying dead on the desk. It was 7:30, Taehyung had apparently decided to become a morning person in order to tell him off.

He stared at his screen for another moment, he had half an hour to get ready for your shared class and he was dreading it. He had only seen you once since what happened but thanks to the fact that you had this class twice a week he was going to have to relive it again today. It didn’t help his nerves, seeing you ignore him entirely as you walked past his seat to go up to yours just made him want to fix everything.

Taehyungs threat still rung in his mind but considering that his friends words had been the reason he was in this predicament he decided that if Taehyung wanted to beat his ass then so be it.

He had made peace with the possibility of getting jumped by Taehyung, and possibly Yoongi as well because he seemed like the type to fight to kill if his friends needed him too.

He could feel the dark cloud of dread creeping up on him as he approached the cafe he had been avoiding, he had to suck it up and face it in order to do what he wanted. The cafe door felt like it weighed a thousand pounds as he pulled it open, the warmth of the building hitting his face, the smell of coffee making him realize how much he missed his morning cup.

Jungkook patiently waited in line, his eyes peeking behind the counter and thanking whoever was responsible for Jisoo not being on the clock. He ordered himself his typical americano, ordering your drink of choice as well, an iced coffee with white mocha and half and half, something he used to get you on the regular, before making his way to class.

His phone was still lying on his desk, charging this time, so he hoped he was early enough to class to be able to leave your drink without having to actually talk to you.

When he makes it past the students huddled around the door his eyes scan the upper row, sighing in relief when he doesn’t spot you in your seat. Jungkook sets his cup and backpack down at his desk, going up the steps until he reaches the last row. Jackson is sat at his seat next to yours, a very confused look on his face when he sees Jungkook approaching.

“Sorry dude, seats taken.” His reaches over, spreading his palm over the expanse of the desk top.

Jungkook hesitates as he holds the iced coffee, “Oh, yeah I know. This–uh, this is for Y/N.” Jackson relaxes at that, his hand coming back to rest on his own desk and a smile on his face, “Damn, I don’t get one too?”

Once again Jungkook blanks and his classmate takes pity on him, letting out a laugh, “I’m just teasing you. I’ll let her know you left it.”

“Okay.” He sighs, rolling his lips together as he sets the drink down, “I’ll just, uh, leave this here.”

He doesn’t wait for a response, nervously skipping down the stairs and sliding into his seat, his head immediately downcast and focusing on the shiny surface of his desk.

When you walk in its like he can sense it, his body tensing up, desperately wishing he had his phone so he could fiddle with it and not look as nervous as he feels. He spares a glance up at you when you pass his seat, seeing you with an oversized university hoodie and your hair in its natural state, your attention very clearly not on him.

As you walk up the steps you spot the iced coffee on your desk, smiling when you slide into your seat and turning towards Jackson, “Did you buy me this?”

Your hands grasp the cup, stirring the straw to properly mix the half and half into your drink and thats when you spot the black scribbling on the side. Jungkook being the name scrawled into your cup and you freeze.

“You wish I bought you coffee.” Jackson jokes, “Freshman dude got it for you.” He points down at Jungkook and he can feel the back of his head burning from the attention. This was a bad idea, why did he do this?

Your heart betrays you as it swells in your chest but you’re stronger than this, only letting yourself take a tiny sip, okay a gulp, before getting up from your seat. The ice in your drink rattles together as you clench it on your way down the steps, the class is filling up but the professor hasn’t walked in yet so you don’t draw attention to yourself.

Jungkook holds his breath when he hears your shoes against the floor, seeing you appear from the corner of his eye and he thinks you’re gonna talk to him but you keep walking until you’re stood by the teachers desk, right in front of him.

Thats when he properly looks up, his eyes widening when he sees you staring straight at him until you look down at the trashcan by the desk and drop your drink into there with a wet thunk. Your eyes meet his again and see the clear sadness in them, but again you’re stronger than this. A fucking iced coffee is not going to be his method to fix this, he had hurt you and if he wanted to make amends he was gonna have to try harder than this.

Jungkook crumbles under your stare, choosing to focus on his hands fidgeting on top of his desk as you went back to your seat.

Jackson sat there slack jawed, turning to you with wide eyes when you sat back down, “I fucking knew you had it out for him, you still sure you don’t want me to set him straight?”

Jungkook hears that too, sinking further into his seat and thanking his luck that the professor chooses now to walk in, saving him from having to hear an answer to Jacksons question.

The rest of your day continues without a hitch, the practice exercises you had to do in your lighting studio class taking up your brain and letting you forget about the coffee dumping incident of this morning.

You exit your building and your hair gets swept up by the cold wind, your hands wrapping around it and holding it down. Taehyung spots you rewrapping your scarf and pushes off the building he was resting on, he was absolutely freezing as he waited for your final class of the day to end but he had grown to like seeing you at this hour. He approaches you, his smile hidden behind his own scarf but the way his eyes crinkle up let you know he’s grinning at your struggle. 

When he reaches out and grabs the ends of the scarf you give up, letting him wrap the material around your neck twice until its fully protected from the cold air.

“Thanks.” You mumble out, accepting the kiss he gives you and smiling when he lifts up the edge of the scarf to cover your lips.

“You’re welcome, how was class?”

He reaches into his pockets and pulls out a pack of hand warmers, giving you one that you clutch onto as he wraps his arm around you to pull you in for extra warmth.

“Good, every time I leave this class my love for natural lighting grows. I fucking hate soft boxes, like I get it, totally essential or whatever but nothing and I mean nothing will ever top the beauty of golden hour.”

Taehyung chuckles at your mini rant, another smile spreading across his face when you wrap both hands around his waist and give him a gentle squeeze. The position has you both waddling awkwardly towards your building but he doesn’t care.

You had yet to clarify what your feelings meant but Taehyung didn’t care, he was a patient man, especially when it came to you. He had told you how he felt and now the ball was in your court, whatever you chose to do with that information was okay with him but with the way you’re holding onto him like you don’t wanna let go, you don’t blame him for hoping you want the same as him.

“Golden hours when the suns kinda setting and everything is like glowing almost right?”

You hum against him, your chin resting on his chest as you look up at him and smile, “Yes, exactly right. The prettiest almost magical portraits come from that lighting.”

He grins right back down at you, pressing a kiss to your forehead, “Teach me how to take photos one day, I wanna take a pretty almost magical portrait of you to make it my lock screen.”

He had been saying things like that often now and it just made you blush, not used to hearing Taehyung say such mushy cute things, the cute things you were accustomed to him saying was him calling you a twinkie as he stared at his cum leak out of you. It definitely took some getting used to, for sure.

“Sure, maybe you can replace the canvas of your ass with a picture of me instead.”

He laughs loudly as he remembers something, “I just might, Namjoon finally told me I had to cover up my ass or take it down because one of the students complained when he saw it one day. I currently have some post it notes over my butt cheeks as a compromise. I’m sure a photo of you would be nicer to stare at too it’ll give Jungkook a nice reminder to back off.”

You separate from him as you both enter your building, waving at Joy and entering your elevator, his hands being quick to grasp yours almost as if he just needed to keep touching you. “What do you mean?”

He clears his throat awkwardly, leading the way out of the elevator and towards your room, “I kinda...went off on him this morning?”

You gasp at him as you open up your door, waving at Wendy as you both step inside and start taking off your scarves and coats, “Taehyung, why?”

He gives you an innocent shrug, getting comfy on your bed and patting the space beside him so you can snuggle up, which you immediately do, “Im sorry, I was pissed okay. Theres no excuse for what him or his friends did and he has to know that acting like that is gonna get him his ass handed to him one day.”

The groan you let out just makes him laugh, especially when you bury your head on his chest. He wraps his arms around you, fingers raking through your hair as his eyes meet Wendys, shes smiling as she works on her laptop and he smiles back at her before looking back down at you when your head peaks up again.

“Is that why he did what he did this morning.” You speak more to yourself but Taehyung frowns, “What did he do?”

“Okay relax,” your hands pat his chest, “he just bought me an ice coffee. Left it on my desk, didn’t say a word to me, I threw it away in front of him though.”

“Did he seriously not get it?”

You sigh as you sit back up, reaching over for your laptop in order to pull up netflix for you guys to watch something, “I’m sure he got it loud and clear now.”

Jungkook had in fact not got it loud and clear. In his defense this was the only thing he could think of doing that didn’t involve going up to you out of class and risking getting jumped, sure Jungkook was dumb but not dumb enough to believe he could take on Taehyung and Yoongi.

He had tried reaching out to you via text message but when his usual blue bubbles had turned green and never stated they were delivered he realized he had officially been blocked. You had also gone ahead and blocked him off your instagram as well, the only way he knew what you were up to was thanks to Eunwoo, the only one of his friends who was sympathizing with him.

So for the time being iced coffee was his way in, his pockets were hurting seeing you continue to toss drink after drink away in the trash but when the third time came around and you didn’t stomp down the steps and Kobe your drink into the trash in front of him he felt like he was making some progress.

Until class is dismissed that is. You were prepared, having all of your things prepacked and ready so when your professor let you go you could bolt right after him.

You had the drink in your hand, the majority of which you had consumed because you were a fiend for caffeine, your bag was thrown over your body haphazardly as you took the steps two at a time to match Jungkook’s pace.

He was halfway out the door when you reached the bottom, chasing after him as he made a sharp turn and continued down the hallway. You probably looked like a psychopath as you hunted down a giant freshman but you didn’t care.

He was completely oblivious to you as he exited the building, thinking he could relax when the fresh air met him and thats exactly when you pounce. Your finger coming out to jab him in the arm and he lets out a small yelp, his heart kicking up when he sees you step in front of him and the look on your face is not the one he had been expecting.

You’re breathing heavy from having to practically run after him, the plastic cup being crinkled in your grasp and he stares at it, trying a smile out when he sees that you had drank it.

“Stop this.”

Jungkook looks up at you again, his eyes wide in the classic Jungkook way and you have to look away, instead focusing on the center of his nose to not let his eyes sway you, “I just–“

“I didn’t throw it away today because someone told the professor I was dumping liquid into the trash and I’m not trying to get in trouble because you don’t know how to fucking act.”

Just as he thought he had made progress it all falls apart in front of him and his expression pains you, the look of utter defeat on his face hurts you.

“Im sorry, I’ve tried reaching out but you blocked me on everything.” He says the words so quickly, scared you’re going to cut him off again before he can speak.

“Of course I did Jungkook, you hurt me. I don’t want you to reach out. Don’t be simping over a slut like me, right?” You drop the iced coffee on the floor between you two before walking off, the cup stays standing up and thankfully not splashing all over his shoes and pants.

Jungkook just stands there, his cheeks turning red when he notices the attention he’s getting from the students that were walking by. His hand comes up to awkwardly rub the back of his neck, bending over to pick up the cup and dispose of it before he’s speed walking with his head down, no destination in mind.

There really was no way out of this for him, he wished he could be more assertive, confident even when it came to talking to you. Maybe then he would be able to properly explain himself before you cut him off and threw words in his face that he swore weren’t true.

Jungkooks chest ached, the seed of a crush that had burrowed its roots was barely hanging on. He was trying to keep it in tact but you and his friends had taken to digging and stabbing the soil surrounding it and now he was the one hurting.

He walks deeper into campus, arriving into the makeshift lounging area, a bunch of benches and tables set around with trees and plants scattered in between. Jungkook deems this spot is fine enough and hunkers down into the ironwood bench, his body hunching over as he rests his elbows on his knees with his head hanging low.

His eyes are shut for a minute or so, the small chatter of students around him filling his ears, the crunching of leaves being heard approaching him, and then the sound stops in front of him. Jungkook furrows his eyebrows, cracking an eye open and seeing a pair of tan strapped boots a few feet away from his, and thats when he lifts his head up and meets the blank stare of Yoongi.

The older one is stood there, a beanie on his head and his bag strapped on, an unreadable look on his face that only makes Jungkook nervous. Had you told Yoongi that he had bought you coffee and now he was going to get jumped? On campus? Really?

“You know,” Yoongi starts, his sharp eyes looming over Jungkook, taking in his appearance and look of pure sadness, “I’m normally a really understanding guy but I can’t for the life of me make sense to how you fucked up so badly.”

Jungkook can only swallow, not entirely sure where this conversation was leading to. Yoongi didn’t seem pissed, but he was usually really good at holding a pokerface.

Yoongi had been walking around campus, killing time between classes when he stumbled upon Jungkook looking like a wounded animal on the bench. He knew Jungkook had hurt you and if you didn’t want to give him the time of day anymore then that was your call, Yoongi being as observant as he always was, knew there was more to whatever the fuck happened. He had grown a soft spot for the kid and the time they had spent around each other let him see that what happened between you two was so very out of character for Jungkook.

He wanted to figure it out, blame it on his boredom or his love for problem solving, but he also knew that Jungkook most likely couldn’t talk to anyone right now so he also wanted to do this for him.

“Are you here to kick my ass?” Jungkook mumbles out softly, his mind already accepting defeat.

Yoongi frowns, “What? Kick your ass?”

When Jungkook nods, suddenly flinching when Yoongi starts to laugh, “You really think I could kick your ass? Thanks man.” Jungkook cracks a smile, letting himself relax now that he knows he knows Yoongi isn’t a physical threat. “Where are your friends?”

Yoongi ruffles his messy hair and readjusts his beanie as he waits for an answer, Jungkook sighs, rubbing his palms down his pants, “I don’t know, haven’t really talked to them much lately.”

After that evening Jungkook had distanced himself, it was the first time he ever raised his voice and Mingyu never expected it. He had only stayed in constant contact with Eunwoo but because his friends had formed their friendship before Jungkook joined the bunch he just felt it was best if he was the one to step back. He wasn’t sure if it was temporary or not but he wouldn’t be going back to acting like buddies unless something was discussed.

Yoongi hums, his hands gesturing to the spot beside him and Jungkook nods, reaching over and grabbing his bag to plop onto the floor by his feet. Yoongi chuckles to himself at the motion as he sits, how Jungkook was always so quick to accommodate for friends, and that’s exactly how he knows what he had done was very much not Jungkook.

“So are you gonna tell me what happened between you and Y/N?”

Jungkook gulps at the question, his heart not ready to rehash this again with Yoongi of all people, would he run to you and gossip over whatever he said?

“I mean you saw it all happen.” Jungkook mumbles out, referring to that evening when his group ran into you and Yoongi.

The older boy sighs, resting his elbows on his knees to lean forward slightly, his eyes focused on the hedges a few feet away because he knew Jungkook would squirm if he stared at him. “No, what I saw was your friend be a douchebag and Y/N telling you off. It feels like I’m missing a pretty big chunk of the picture.”

He can feel Jungkook fidget in his seat, his thighs rubbing against Yoongis as he tries to readjust himself. Jungkook feels like hes sat in front of the principles office after getting in trouble at school except Yoongi is far more terrifying than any school principle, even as hes sat there patiently waiting for Jungkook to say his half.

He just groans softly, his palms coming up to cup his eyes in shame, dropping back onto his lap as he leans fully against the bench, “I was an idiot, thats what happened.” Yoongi hums in agreement and Jungkook isn’t even offended at that, his mind being made in telling Yoongi everything he hadn’t been able to tell his friends. His friends hadn’t known that you were helping him with the girl problems he swore he had, his friends just thought Jungkook was swooned by you, his mind fixating on the relationship you had with his room mate and forming that into a mindless crush.

But he tells Yoongi all of it, tells him about the cafe meetings and text messages, leaving out details of any sexual activities you did but he admits to hoping his date with Jisoo didn’t work out because you were the one thing constantly on the back of him mind. How he had let his dumb friends influence his thinking when all he had wanted to do was come clean to you.

“I like her, so much Yoongi and I fucked it all up and the worst part is she thinks I saw her as this object I wanted to obtain but fuck–“ his eyes look up at the sky, frowning at the grey overcast, “theres no saving it is there?”

Yoongi licks his lips over as he stares at him, the distraught look on his face shows how sincere hes being and Yoongi doesn’t doubt him. He had been telling you about Jungkook’s feelings before this had all crashed and burned and its because he saw the way Jungkook acted around you compared to the moments he’d see him in passing.

“If I’m being honest, I think there was still a chance until you sealed the nail in your coffin when your friend called her a slut and you said nothing to defend her.” He shrugs at the expression on Jungkooks face, “Y/N’s stubborn, and I know she acts hard but if you really want to try to make this better no one can help you but you. I’m not going to give you tips or pointers because she’s my friend and if she wants you to keep your distance I’m going to respect that.”

Jungkook sighs with a nod, “I’ve brought her coffee these last few classes and she kept throwing them away and today she yelled at me for it.”

Yoongi laughs and Jungkook finally looks offended, a pout forming on his lips, “Dude really? You’re trying to buy her attention with coffee?”

“No thats not what I’m doing.”

“Hm, kinda is man. Have you tried not bolting out of class and going to talk to her like a human being.”

When Jungkook looks embarrassed at the realization that you had told your friends of his olympic worthy bolts Yoongi just laughs harder, his hand coming out to shove his shoulder playfully. He’s pulling out his phone, seeing the time and getting up, “I gotta get going to class but its just a suggestion, or you can talk to her out of class. These aren’t tips though, I swear.” He raised his hands in front of him before giving Jungkook a wave and walking away.

Jungkook waves back and sags into the bench when he’s gone, his hand coming up to ruffle his hair and he finds himself grinning for the first time in a while. If Yoongi told him to try then maybe he still had a chance.

It’s not until a few days later, on the last Saturday of the month, that you realize you might need to speak to Jungkook. You’re sat at your desk at work, organizing files in their respective folders, you’re grumpy and anxious since today is the day where you would have to be Jimin’s plus one at his parent’s event. You love Jimin, really you do, but you’ve been to a handful of these events with him over the course of being his friend and his parents were not shy to lay on the back handed compliments and sly digs to get under yours and his skin.

The thought of having to be in a stuffy dress, surrounded by people all of which were insanely more financially stable than you could ever dream to be, trying to make small talk and going along with whatever lie Jimin decides to throw into the mix was making you irritable and your hands clammy.

“Okay, what’s your deal.” Yoongi challenged, his hands slamming down onto his own desk with a loud slap. He was officially fed up with you, having to hear the small remarks you let slip under your breath at literally anything he did or said today was pissing him off because he had done absolutely nothing to you.

His harsh tone snaps you out of your small grumpy haze, a pout forms on your lips as you sink into your chair and slowly spin to face him. The way you look in your chair cracks him, a smirk spreading across his face when he sees the dramatic change in emotion, “Are you on your period or something?” He teases.

That makes you sit up straight again, the scowl returning on your face as you stare him down, “I’m going to ignore how demeaning that question is, but for your information no, I’m not due until the 22nd you asshole.” You let your head hang back over the chairs headrest, the thoughts of the awaiting night flashing through your head, “I’m just dreading having to go help Jimin fulfill his wish of making his parents stare at us in horror.”

Yoongi hums at that, a curious look on his face as he just waits until you lift your head back up to give him another glance, “What?”

He only gives you a shrug, his eyebrows raising up softly as he sneaks a glance at the calendar icon on his computer screen that says its currently the 28th, “The 22nd huh?” That doesn’t give him a reaction at all, your mind was whirling too much from everything consuming your life so it doesn’t register, “Y/N, are you with child?”

That gives him the reaction he was hoping, your eyes bulging out as you whip back around to grab your phone from its place beside the computer. “Shut up,” you choke out, your now shaky hands unlocking the device and going directly for the period tracking app you had, the loading screen taking its sweet time until it finally opens up. The small dot on the circle calendar that shows your typical ovulation cycle and period cycle is now hovering a little past the date you were supposed to be starting said period.

“Oh god, can you imagine the offspring you and Taehyung would create, demon child I tell you.”

You only give him a weak laugh as you lock your phone again, late periods were fine, it’s not like they never happened to you before. Plus you were on birth control, always on top of making sure you took it at the same exact time everyday, even taking the placebo pills to not fall out of routine. But that sinking feeling still lingers in your gut, the realization that you and Taehyung actually hadn’t slept together since the night he asked you out on a date, how he had used a condom and finished on your face. Then comes the small flashes of the two mistakes you made on halloween night, fucking Jungkook without a condom and begging him to cum inside you.

“Yeah.” Is all you can muster out at his comment, he takes note of the forced smile on your face and can tell you’re starting to panic a little and he’s not sure why since the amount of times you’ve let Taehyung bust inside you has lead to one other pregnancy scare before. But when your now glassy eyes come back up to look at him, his own face falls, the unspoken question hanging in the air.

Was it Taehyung’s?

That same question haunts you the entire night, as you get to Jimin’s apartment and finish getting ready with him, the both of you decked out in expensive outfits that are down right insulting, not even him joking with you as you got into the car was enough to get you out of your head.

Jimin takes note of this, more so when you both arrive at the event, the way you cling onto his arm like you do during these things is normal but the way your eyes focus on the floor or chandeliers with a spaced out look on your face is not the norm. 

The way you float along side him as he talks to the majority of the people here, this being one of the rules his parents give him that he respects, you barely speak up. Its a stark contrast from the way you two usually behave at these events, he’s used to the way you add on the small white lies he tells, how meeting new people was exciting because you could come up with a brand new scandalous story on how you two met. Jimin refrains from that today, the spacey look on your face only making him worry.

It’s not until two of the shareholders he’s currently speaking to, out of formality, start to give you weird glances, possibly wondering if you were under the influence of something from how out of it you looked, that Jimin respectfully excuses the two of you.

His arm wraps around your waist as he leads you towards the hallway, out of earshot from the nosey guests here and the way you let him drag you away without any complaints only worries him further. When the soft music no longer reaches your ears you seem to come back, your eyes blinking as you focus back in on where you are, seeing Jimin stood in front of you with his hands on your shoulders as he presses you against the wall gently.

“Are you on anything?” He asks softly, his head peaking down to stare up at you, your eyes aren’t hazy anymore but its clear your mind still isn’t fully tuned in, “Y/N, you gotta let me know if you took something ‘cause you’re kind of scaring me sweetheart.”

His hands come up to cup your cheeks, turning your face up to properly look at him and something about the way he stares at you, worry  clear on his face and his lips pursed in concern, snaps something inside of you. Your eyes well up with tears, your lower lip trembling slightly as your face crumbles, hot tears spilling past your lashes and splashing against his hands still on your face.

“Jimin, I’m so fucked.” You garble out, the confession only making you cry harder which in turn makes Jimin even more worried. A few people attending the outrageous event pass you two in the hallway, giving you an odd glance but Jimin just glares at them, moving his body to cover you properly as you have a breakdown.

“What’s wrong?” His mind is desperately trying to remember if he saw you take anything, maybe you had drank something spiked, it could be a combination of things. “Did you drink too much champagne?” He tries to make light of the situation but his words only make you grip the lapels of his suit and tug him closer to you, burying your face into the black material.

Another sob leaves you, his hands wrapping around your body and holding you close, “Jimin.” You whine out, your voice sounding so broken and helpless and he knows something more serious is wrong. He glances behind him, into the full room, everyone mingling around with glasses in their hand and he spots his mom, grasping another flute of champagne as she stares directly at him and you.

She has the ever present disapproving stare on her face, watching her son holding you as you cry in a hallway. A few of the guests had jokingly mentioned your behavior to her in passing and the last thing she needed to hear was that her son and you were currently on drugs.

Jimin watches as she shakes her head and makes her way to another group of people, his jaw tensing at her judgmental gaze, “C’mon, lets get out of here.” He speaks to you softly, his fingers patting your head to get you to calm down, your breath hiccuping until you even it out slowly.

“O-okay, I’m sorry.”

He shushes you with a smile, grabbing your hand and leading you towards the back entrance of the building, “No, don’t be, I’ve been wanting to blow this joint for an hour now.”

Jimin knows he’s going to get the lecture of a lifetime for leaving but a couple of threats about his money being taken away seemed less important than his best friend having a mental breakdown. You let him drag you along the hallway, your other hand wiping underneath your eyes to try to fix your appearance any way you could.

By the time you two make it outside Jimin had already messaged the driver his parents had provided him with for the night, the black car already being parked out back. When you slip inside Jimin just asks him to take you both home, his fingers pushing the button to bring the partition up and you sink into the seat, avoiding his gaze.

The carpeted floors seems infinitely more interesting than you admitting to why you were absolutely losing your mind, you didn’t want say it out loud, scared that letting the words fill the air would somehow make them truthful. If you actually were with child like Yoongi had so kindly put it you wouldn’t know what to do, this had happened once before with Taehyung but you had gotten your period before you were even able to take a test so it had become kind of a joke.

But this, yeah this wasn’t funny, the possibility of being pregnant after sleeping with Jungkook when you two weren’t even talking any more was a nightmare and nothing could make this a laughing matter.

“You fucking scared me.” Jimin admits, resting his elbows on his knees as he leans forward in his seat, the layout of the car letting him directly face you. “Thought you took too many downers, you looked so out of it.”

You finally look up at him, your eyes red and burning from your tears and the mascara that bled into them, your cheeks are puffy and streaked up, a frown on your face when you see how sincere he looks. You hadn’t meant to scare him, you didn’t even realize how you were acting and the way anyone would perceive it. “I’m sorry.”

He waves off your apology, he didn’t need it, he was just relieved you had stopped crying, “Tell me what’s wrong.” Jimin watches as you chew on your bottom lip, your hands fidgeting on your lap as you give him a lame shrug. He stays silent, not wanting to speak until you fess up.

“I think,” You start, taking in a deep breath while your thumb scraped the nail polish off your index finger, “I might be pregnant.”

Jimin, much like Yoongi, knows how to keep his reactions in check, his face doesn’t move a muscle while he stares at you thoughtfully. His mind however is currently freaking out, trying to flick through any possible response he could give you that won’t end up making you cry again.

“Have you taken a test?”

Shake.

“Okay, have you told Taehyung?”

The silence that fills the car at his second question lasts for what seems like forever, the way your face twists up at his name, your eyes once again filling up with tears as you stare at your best friend. That same unspoken question hanging in the air.

Was it Taehyung’s?

Jimin doesn’t need you to answer it, the look on your face is confirmation enough, your words inside the event and the way you clung to him as you cried was more than enough. He brings the partition down a crack and tells the driver to stop at a convenience store nearby instead, telling him to drop you guys off there and that you’d walk home since his apartment wasn’t far from there.

The pair of you must look like a sight, Jimin dressed in his black Armani suit while you stood in a black Alexander McQueen dress he had forced you to wear, it would look picture worthy if your under eyes weren’t caked in mascara and you weren’t standing in the aisle that held pregnancy tests. Jimin hovers beside you for a moment as you stare at all the different options, stepping aside for a minute only to come back with a small green basket that was full of different things.

You’re clutching onto a pink box that promised to let you know 6 days sooner, your eyes glancing down at the basket he held, “What’s all that?”

He lifts it up higher with a smile, “Well, tissues and your favorite comfort snacks in case you...you know,” he gestures with his hand, also not wanting to speak the cursed words out loud, “and alcohol to celebrate if you’re not.”

As you stare at the items you feel the urge to vomit out of nerves, the possibility of not being able to celebrate is very probable. Your hand clutches the box with more force, bending the cardboard material slightly. Jimin reaches out and peels it out of your grasp, taking it upon himself to reach past you and grab two more tests from different brands and stuffing them in the basket as well.

“I think you should call him.”

Thats all he tells you, a sympathetic smile on his face as he walks around you to go pay for everything, leaving you in the middle of the aisle. The lump in your throat is back again, your hands twitching by your side at the thought of having to talk to him. As much as you don’t want to see him, or talk to him, you know Jimins right. In the off chance that you were...you know... it would make sense to have him there, he was partially responsible so it wasn’t fair that you’d be the only one suffering through this.

With much hesitation you reach into your small crossbody purse and pull out your phone, the screen lighting up instantly and showing you the recent messages Taehyung had sent you, asking you when you’d be home from the event along with an invitation to watch movies at his dorm since Jungkook wouldn’t be there.

When you read his name your brows furrow, why wouldn’t he be there? If he was out with friends would he even want to talk to you, would he even care, the Jungkook you knew before would but you weren’t even sure if that was still the case. You opt for sending him a text, simple and to the point, it would give him the option of reading it and responding instead of having a forced conversation on the phone.

You unblock his number and open up your thread of messages, not being able to delete the entire thing after blocking him. After sending the message you lock your phone and stuff it back into your bag.

Y/N 11:28pm We need to talk, it’s important.

On the receiving end of things Jungkook is stood in the backyard of a party Eunwoo had forced him to go to, his room mate Moonbin was currently trying to force him to chug whatever concoction was in his cup.

“No, I’m good–“ Jungkook mumbles against the plastic, Moonbin not caring as he tips the cup up, the cold liquid hitting his lips as he squeezes them shut, spilling out and down his face, successfully soaking his shirt in the strong liquor.

Moonbin just laughs, pulling the cup away, his eyes looking at the large wet patch on Jungkook’s chest, “Oh shit, I’m sorry.”

Eunwoo rolls his eyes, playfully shoving his friends shoulder while Jungkook shakes his head, “It’s alright, I’ma just,” he motions his hand towards the house again, the both of them nodding in understanding.

Jungkook slips his way in between people, a small grimace on his face as he feels the way his shirt now sticks to his skin as he makes his way towards the bathroom. He didn’t know why he agreed to come to this party, he didn’t hate parties, but he was used to going to them with your group. They seemed less intimidating when he was surrounded by seven extra people, and as much as he liked Eunwoo and Moonbin, he didn’t feel entirely comfortable in this environment with them.

When he manages to get into the bathroom, luckily not occupied by lovers, he grabs a fist full of toilet paper, peeling his shirt off of his chest and wiping the excess moisture from his skin. His white shirt is officially ruined, stained a faint red color and reeking of–his lifts it up to his nose and sniffs–vodka he thinks?

After tossing the soiled napkins he rests against the sink, fishing his phone out of his pocket to glance at the time and when he sees your name flashing on his home screen he momentarily wonders if he had in fact drank the poison Moonbin has spilled on him.

You messaged him. You had unblocked his number. You wanted to talk, and apparently it was important.

He slides the message open, his fingers hovering over the screen as he thinks of how to properly respond. A loud bang comes from the door and he flinches, “Hold on!” He shouts out, typing out a one words response of where before hitting send and exiting the bathroom.

Jungkook ignores the man stood by the bathroom door, shoving past him and through the bodies of everyone in the living room as he heads for the front door. He doesn’t bother letting his friends know that he’s leaving, already out of the house and walking down the street of a neighborhood he wasn’t familiar with.

His phone is clutched in his hand as he walks, the two short vibrations making him pause as he brings it up to his face, seeing you tell him to meet you at Jimin’s as soon as he could.

You’re sat on Jimin’s couch, your phone resting on his coffee table, the screen lit up after you read the message Jungkook had sent ten minutes ago, confirmation that he was on his way. Jimin was stood in his kitchen, trying to occupy himself while the both of you waited, he had been opening and closing his cabinets and rearranging whatever was inside them for a few minutes now, the constant slamming of the wood would normally get to you but right now your eyes were just glued on the three tests resting beside your phone. They were still in their boxes, you could have taken them before Jungkook got here but you didn’t have it in you.

So when you hear three brisk knocks coming from Jimin’s front door you shoot up from your spot, ramming your shin on the coffee table in your haste to get to the door. You bend over with a groan, clutching your leg in pain while Jimin beats you to it, opening the door with a gentle greeting.

His face scrunches up when he catches a whiff of Jungkook, his hand waving in front of his face as his eyes catch onto the wet spot on his shirt, “Fun night?”

Jungkook looks down at his shirt as well, “No, not really.”

He steps inside and spots you stood by the couch, not exactly sure how you should greet each other. He takes notice of your outfit, the black dress looking elegant on you even without your heels on, and he briefly remembers you mentioning the event Jimin needed you to come with him to, “You look nice in that dress.” He can’t stop himself from complimenting you, even though it makes you squirm as you stand there.

You ignore the compliment entirely, rolling your lips together as you take a look down at the coffee table, reaching for one of the boxes and holding it close to your chest. Jungkook follows the motion, his head tilting slightly until his eyes decipher whats written on the box, “I might be pregnant.”

It takes him a minute, his mind wondering why you could have possibly text him to come talk about this, and then he’s also remembering the two dreadful mistakes that happened halloween night. The way he had no complaints about fucking you raw, the idea of cumming inside you spurring him on and he can’t believe he had let himself act that stupid.

Jungkook takes the few steps necessary to reach you, standing a foot in front of you with his eyes wide in that same classic Jungkook way, “Have you taken it yet?”

“No, I was waiting for you to get here.” He watches as your face grimaces, your fingers pinching your nose as the stench of vodka hits it, “You reek, are you drunk?”

He shakes his head immediately, his fingers pulling the damp fabric again and Jimin takes sympathy on him, pushing away from his spot lingering by the door to go to his room and fetch him a clean shirt to wear, coming out with a black shirt. He tosses it at Jungkook wordlessly before announcing that he’d be leaving to give the two of you some privacy.

You force yourself to look away while Jungkook yanks the liquor soaked shirt off of himself, not giving him a glance until he’s dressed again in your friend’s clothes. “Sorry, my friend spilt his drink on me before I left.”

That didn’t matter, you honestly didn’t care if he was drunk or not, this might be a little easier if the both of you were drunk. Your fingernails start to wedge underneath the seal of the box, peeling the cardboard flap open. Jungkook reaches forward and grabs the second test on the coffee table, his trembling hands mimicking your actions. His mind was currently blank, not yet coming to terms with the fact that you could be pregnant with his child. He couldn’t think about that right now, maybe in a bit he’d feel the dread that usually comes with this but for right now all he heard in his head was static.

“Are you gonna take all three?”

You toss the empty box onto the table, holding one of the small plastic sticks in your hand, rotating it in your grasp with uncertainty, “Maybe? Should I take two and save one for tomorrow just in case?”

Jungkook doesn’t know, he’s completely clueless on what to do but he finds himself nodding because sure, leaving one test up for chance for tomorrow morning seemed to ease some of the anxiety off your face. “Yeah, yeah that sounds good.”

“Okay.”

When he pulls out the remaining test he feels the first hint of fear creep up his spine, the plastic feels heavy in his grasp, these stupid flimsy things held the answer on whether both of your lives would change or not. His brows push together as he reads the blue font on the edge of the stick, his mind now thinking of the what ifs.

He wants to throw up.

The sound of you walking towards the bathroom makes him look up from the test, seeing you standing at the edge of the hallway with an expectant look on your face, “Do you want me to come with you?” He manages to ask even though his throat feels dry.

You hold the test tighter in your hands, “Can you, I’m sorry I’m just kind of scared.”

Jungkook stands up straight, forcing his nerves away because you were whats important right now, he nods at you as he makes his way towards you, “Yeah, of course.” You thank him silently, hearing him trailing behind you as you enter Jimin’s bathroom, catching sight of yourself in his mirror and cringing at how you looked.

You set the two tests on the countertop, your eyes analyzing them, picking out the first one with the pink cap on the top of it. Jungkook can only stand there, watching as you walk towards the toilet thats right beside the sink, the dress you wear is long enough to fully cover you as you reach underneath it and tug your underwear down but he still finds himself looking away. He chooses to haul himself onto the countertop, a few feet away from you with his eyes glued to the obscure photo Jimin had hung up on the wall.

He hears the shuffling of your dress as you pick the material up around you, trying your best to bunch it up as you uncap the test and awkwardly wedge it between your thighs when you finally sit down. The idea of peeing in front of Jungkook, on a pregnancy test nonetheless, feels too domestic, too out of place for your current situation but it needs to be done.

You thank Jimin for forcing you to chug as much water as you did before he got here, your urge to pee aiding in the task. After a few seconds you pull the test out from between your legs, handing the plastic part to Jungkook and he hands you the second test, already uncapped as he sets the first one down gently on the black granite.

No words are exchanged as you do this, you just needed him here with you so you wouldn’t feel so alone, whatever you were feeling you knew he was feeling too and as much as you knew Jimin would be there for you, he wouldn’t be able to relate to these emotions right now.

Once the second test is done with and you’re no longer sat on the toilet, patting your hands dry after washing them you stand there, nibbling on your lip as Jungkook sets a timer for five minutes on his phone, “I can’t stand here and wait.”

He agrees, stepping his way out of the bathroom and motioning for you to follow him back out to the living room, plopping down onto the end of the couch. You walk around the coffee table, sitting on the opposite end of the same couch, bringing your legs up to clutch your knees to your chest as you rest your head on the back of the couch.

Five minutes feels like forever, the two of you lost in thought as his phone counts down the minutes. You can see Jungkook’s face, the way his hands are raking through his hair nervously, his nose twitching ever so often as a million emotions cross his face. God you didn’t want to be pregnant, not like this. The thought makes tears mist your eyes again, it starts as a silent cry, one or two tears slipping down your face undetected but once the dam is broken you can’t contain the sniffles you let out.

That catches Jungkook’s attention, his head whipping over to look at you, balled in on yourself as you cried, your shoulders shaking with every gasped breath you took. Seeing you look so broken and scared makes him slide his way over, not letting his uncertainty stop him from wrapping his arms around your body and bringing you into his chest.

For a brief moment he thinks you’re going to shove him back, but your arms let go of your legs as you let Jungkook hold you close, hearing his own breathing stuttering as he tries to hold in the tears he desperately wants to shed. “What are we supposed to do?” You sob, feeling his hands gently rub your back as your own hands finally wrap around his frame, needing all the comfort you could take.

“I don’t know,” he admits softly, his jaw clenching when that only makes you cry harder, “whatever you wanna do.”

You don’t believe that, “Really?” You rasp out between gasps, “So if I am and want to keep it you’re fine with that?”

He nods, licking his lips in thought, “Yes, if that’s what you want.” His hands pull you in tighter, “Like I said, whatever you wanna do.” Jungkook wanted kids eventually, ideally when he was married and had a good job, but if this was the cards life gave him and you wanted to keep it then so be it. The thought of this happening was scary, the image of having to tell his parents, of having to rethink the five year plan he had, having to potentially become responsible for a tiny human was frightening but he wasn’t going to force you to do anything, especially when he could only imagine what thoughts were swimming in your head.

When your breathing evens out, your hands still holding him close, he can’t get himself to revel in it, to enjoy the feeling of you holding him like you don’t hate his guts because he knows its just because of this. After this was done you’d go back to hating him, regardless of the outcome so when his timer rings out he dreads having to let you go.

The two of you pull apart from each other, your hands weakly rubbing away the stray tears as you stare at him, seeing his face is just as red from the silent tears he managed to shed. You share a look, a deep breath being let out between the both of you, you couldn’t put this off any longer so you force yourself to get up and somberly make your way back to the bathroom.

The light was left on, both of the used tests being face down since you and Jungkook couldn’t bare to stare at the small countdown on the tiny screen, you and him stand at the doorway, the reflection on the mirror showing just how distraught and unprepared you are for whatever the results are.

“Should we each flip one over?” He suggests, his fingers twitching at his sides, just wanting to get it over with.

“Yeah. Let’s do that.”

He reaches for the pink capped test and you grab the blue one, your fingers lingering on the sides of it with uncertainty, “On three.” He begins, seeing you nod in the mirror as you stare down at the stick.

One.

Two.

Three.

The both of you flip the test over, mentally bracing yourself as your eyes make out the tiny words on the gray screen. A small gasp is shared between you two, eyes wide in disbelief you crane your neck over to read the words on the test Jungkook holds and he does the same, not wanting to react until you know they both say the same thing.

not pregnant

“Oh thank fuck.” He whispers out, the test falling out of his grasp and clattering against the floor. Jungkook crumbles against the sink, resting his weight on his elbows as his head hangs low. You let yourself finally take a breath, dropping your head back to stare at the ceiling with the test still clutched in your right hand. The turmoil in your brain halts for a second, no longer thinking of how your life is on a downward spiral just when it had finally seemed to fall together.

The bathroom is silent for a moment, the pair of you trying to compose yourselves from the roller coaster of emotions that transpired in the past 15 minutes. You weren’t pregnant, you weren’t going to become a mother and Jungkook wasn’t going to become a father. Thank fucking god.

“Would you really have let me keep it if I was?” You break the silence, leveling your head back down and staring at his hunched over frame, his own head peaking up to stare at you resting against the nearest wall of the bathroom.

“Yeah.” He admits quietly, sending you a small nod as he looks into your eyes with the utmost sincerity.

“Were you ready to be a dad?” You give him an incredulous look, once again not believing he’d be ready to uproot his entire life over one night together. Hell, you weren’t ready to be a mother, you were selfish and the only thing you were focused on was finishing school and not being in debt. Having a kid was not in your near future.

Jungkook stands up again, giving you a shrug and staring at the marble floors, “No, not at all,” The relief on his face is clear as he takes in a breath, “but considering I had no complaints about not wearing a condom I don’t think I’m in any place to tell you what to do with your body.”

That wasn’t an answer you had been expecting, and for a moment you’re reminded on the Jungkook you had developed a crush on, the one that was always so willing to sacrifice his own comfort to make his friends feel better. When you had been in this position with Taehyung, after knowing you were in the clear, you had text him asking him what he would have done if you were actually pregnant and all he had sent you was the cartoon meme of a lady tossing a child into the air like a basketball.

It had made you laugh because realistically, that would be the route you would take but hearing someone voice how it was indeed your choice was nice, comforting even. You’re grateful it didn’t have to come to that though, hypothetically you know what you would’ve done but if you actually were pregnant you’re not sure if that choice would change.

He stares at you again, seeing how your face looks at ease now, your eyes focused on your feet pressed against the cool marble floors. “I’m sorry.” He begins, scared of where this conversation would lead to but he needed to suck it up, he had to properly apologize to you. If you shouted at him and threw him out afterwards he could live with that, as long as he was finally able to speak to you.

“That I’m not pregnant?”

“No,”  he shakes his head, resting his back on the wall adjacent to the sink, seeing the realization sink into your face at what he was apologizing for, “I’m sorry for handling my emotions the way I did. For focusing on myself and not thinking of how it would affect you.”

A tiny scowl makes it way across your face, your free hand curling into a fist at your side but he looks about ready to barf so you let him continue, “I was scared of how our relationship would change after that morning, which sounds stupid now considering thats exactly what ended up happening because of me.” He’s forcing himself to maintain eye contact, not wanting to look away from you, “It was never my intention to make you feel like I was using you.”

He sees the flash of anger in your eyes at his words right before you bite, “How the hell did you think I would feel after that Jungkook? We sleep together and you immediately drop me, what did I do for you to treat me like that, should I not have asked you to have breakfast after?”

“No, god no. You didn’t do anything.” He wants to bang his head against the drywall, wanting to release his inner frustrations out on himself, “It was all me, I could feel the crush I had on you growing and I knew you didn’t want a relationship so I didn’t want to confess and then put you in an uncomfortable position. My friend’s got in my head-”

“Do you not have a mind of your own?”

He stops mid sentence, his head tilting slightly at your words, “What?”

You stand up straighter against the wall, your arms crossing under your chest while you glare at him, “You’re telling me that instead of doing what you wanted to do, you rely on whatever the hell your friends told you. The same friends that called me a slut I’m assuming.”

His face scrunches up at that, an apologetic look on it as he sighs, “I’m sorry-”

The hand you raise up stops him from apologizing again, “I don’t want to hear that, whatever you say now won’t change the fact that you did nothing when I needed you to.” He could say sorry a million times for the way his friend acted, tell you he fought him or yelled at him for what he said, none of that mattered because he had stayed silent in front of you. “I just want to know what they could’ve said that convinced you that treating me like this had a better outcome than admitting to a crush.”

Jungkooks eyes drop back down to the floor, landing on the forgotten pregnancy test laying beside his feet, the tip of his shoes pushing the plastic on the floor. He wants to go back to that day, he knows what his friends said shouldn’t have influenced him because he knew you, but the way they hounded him made him doubt everything. He had already been so unsure of the way he was reading things and their reaction just made him feel like he had no idea how to behave in situations that they claimed were regular occurrences for them.

“They told me I was stupid for thinking of telling you how I feel, that there was no way you’d see this as more than one night because you have Taehyung, to just let it go because you didn’t view sex the same way I probably did.”

His words just make you frown, “Jungkook, was I ever a bad friend to you?”

He shakes his head, his courage gone, no longer being able to look at you.

“Did I ever make you feel uncomfortable?”

Once again he shakes his head.

“So then why did you think you couldn’t talk to me. You know me better than any of your friends do, why were their opinions of me more important than yours?”

“I don’t know, but they shouldn’t have been. I was just scared of admitting my feelings.”

A sigh leaves your lips, you weren’t in the mood to shout at him, or argue, you were emotionally drained for the night. “You wanna know why I liked you Jungkook?”

He finally looks up again, his eyes dimming slightly at the word liked, past tense, you had liked him. “You’ve always been sweet to me, you trusted me enough to come to me for help, you always let us drag you along to places I could tell you didn’t want to be at just because you knew it would make one of us smile. Every time we hung out together I knew it was genuine, you were hanging out with me because you wanted to, not because you were expecting to get something out of it, but then you did this and it has me wondering if everything leading up to it was a lie.”

The hurt is evident on your face and Jungkook just wants to make it right, he doesn’t like being on the receiving end of this, “No I promise it wasn’t, I loved spending time with you, it wasn’t all for some end goal. You were the first person to make me feel comfortable in school.” He recalls the first day he saw you in your shared class, the way you had let him know he didn’t have to be wary talking to you, the open ended promise of a friendship before you parted ways.

“I literally gave you a black eye with my camera when I met you.”

“Yeah, but I deserved it right?”

That gets you to crack a smile, the way he scrunches up his face as he remembers the way your camera had felt when it sucker punched him in the face. He hadn’t deserved it, no one deserved to get a bloody nose and black eyes on their first day of college, you had just said that to hurt him.

“Yeah, you did.” You tease him, seeing the way he relaxes slightly when you let out a small laugh.

“I’m really sorry Y/N, I don’t expect you to forgive me, or not hate me anymore but I just needed you to know why I acted like a dumbass.”

The air falls silent once more, the both of you look utterly defeated, drained and vulnerable while you stand in the giant bathroom. You bring up the test that was still in your grasp, your lips pressing together as you reread the text. “Jungkook, you were ready to become a fucking dad, I don’t think I could totally hate your guts.”

Jungkook can feel his chest ache again, his hands clenching at his sides, urging the feeling to go away, he couldn’t think about the stupid seed of a crush still hanging on to his heart. The both of you had been through enough tonight, you admitting to not being able to hate him was good enough for him.

“Really?”

You push off the wall and toss the test into the trash bin by the toilet, Jungkook bends down and picks up the one on the floor, handing it to you as well. “Yeah really, you’re on thin ice though.”

The soft smile you give him makes him sigh in relief, “I’ll be on my best behavior. Scouts honor.”

You snort as you turn and walk out of the bathroom, hearing him flick the light off and follow you back out to the living room, you pass the coffee table and turn into the kitchen, pulling out the bottle of red wine Jimin had bought, grabbing the giant bag of chocolate chip cookies and wine opener as well before walking back out towards the couch.

Jungkook eyes the items in your hand, flopping onto the couch as you sit beside him, holding the bottle of wine between the two of you. You hand him the wine opener and he makes do, twisting the end of it into the cork and popping it open quickly, setting the device onto the coffee table, “To not becoming parents.”

The bottle is raised high between you as you smile, bringing it to your lips and taking a giant gulp of the fruity liquid, wiping your mouth as you hand it to Jungkook. He repeats what you do, taking a massive gulp and setting the bottle down with care, scared of spilling the red liquid on Jimin’s light couch.

To not becoming parents.

Somewhere in between finishing the bottle of wine, you find yourself sprawled out on the couch, your legs curled up by your chest with your head resting on Jungkook’s thigh. In turn his body is sinking into the couch, his head resting on the back of it, one of his hands laying on the arm rest while the other gently plays with your hair. You’re lazily munching on a cookie, the warm feeling of being wine drunk settled into your bones, Jungkook’s touch only aiding in making you feel sleepier.

“I think I’d be a really shitty mom.” You mumble out between chewing, your hand reaching down between your legs to stuff your hand into the cookie bag once more.

“What, why?”

Jungkook feels you shrug against his legs, “I don’t know, I’ve never really been maternal, kinda selfish.”

His eyes are shut, his cheeks are flushed and he feels warm but content, “Don’t say that, do you want kids?”

“Maybe, thats why it scares me though.” The thought of having a kid and being a lousy parent is what stopped you from visualizing a future with a family, you didn’t want to be a shitty mom. Flashes of the way you were raised flick behind your lids when you shut them, the strained relationship you have with your parents, the reality that some people really should’ve never become parents. The last thing you’d ever want to do is bring a child into the world and instead of nurturing it with unconditional love all you manage to do is tear them down.

“I think you’d be a great dad though.” 

Your words are quieter now, your eyes slipping shut as he hums in thought. You could picture Jungkook as a dad, married to someone just as sweet as he was, living near the beach or somewhere suburban. He’d be the kind of dad who took his kids to all their sporting events, teaching them a little bit of everything because Jungkook had that talent. To think that might have been kickstarted tonight if things had gone differently.

“You think so?” Its a soft question, almost as if he hadn’t meant to voice it at all but you mumble out a yes in response, smiling once more when you hear him sigh gently, almost picturing the grin thats surely on his face.

Silence falls over you two again, and for a moment you think maybe he had fallen asleep since you weren’t too far from it, but his fingers continue to comb through your hair, “Are you with Taehyung now?” He asks shyly, he had heard about you going on dates and hanging out with him alone more often but he didn’t want to assume anything again, thats exactly what got him in this predicament in the first place.

“No, I’m not.” The words fall from your mouth instantly, almost as if you’re eager to let Jungkook know he had a chance, no matter how small, you want to blame it on the wine, on anything really, but you can’t deny that Jungkook had you charmed the minute you met him, the feeling only growing as you got to know him more. 

His fingers freeze in your hair for a split second before continuing like your words had no affect on him. He smiles though, his lips curving up softly, his eyes blinking open and tilting his head down to stare at your drifting form, nuzzled onto his thighs in a way that made him forget the events that had happened these last few weeks.

When he doesn’t speak you take it upon yourself to tease him the way you knew best, “So, you had a crush on me huh?” Your words are mostly slurred together from sleep slowly taking over but he hears you clearly.

Expecting him to be bashful, scoff and deny it, pretend like he was over it but instead he sighs, his body sliding down the couch half an inch, the hand in your hand coming down to drape across your shoulder softly, “Yeah, I have a crush on you.”

The words replay in your head, the soft warmth in your chest spreading throughout you and you really can’t fault the alcohol for it, for the way you feel fuzzy at the confession of him still having a crush on you but you reel it in, shutting your eyes once more and humming in response. The two of you slowly drifting off on your best friends couch after the events of tonight, exhausted and relieved all at once.

When Jimin finally makes it back in a little before 1am he holds his breath, shutting the door softly when he makes out the shape of your silhouettes sleeping on the couch. His eyes lock onto the empty wine bottle and he feels his body sag in relief, thankful that you had drank the alcohol in celebration and he wouldn’t be walking into another scene of tears because he wasn’t sure he’d be able to hold his own back this time.

Jungkook looks boneless on his couch, his head hanging off the side with his mouth dropped open slightly, his hand is still draped across your shoulder while you sleep soundly on his thighs, the dress you wore to the event still on you and the two of you look like complete messes but Jimin still smiles. 

He reaches out and grasps the empty bottle, gently pulling the bag of cookies from where its wedged between your legs, deciding to save the lecture on crumbs for tomorrow morning. As he pulls back, giving you and Jungkook another once over he freezes when he sees Jungkook’s bleary eyes blinking at him in confusion.

“Congrats.” Jimin teases softly, ruffling Jungkook’s hair with his free hand, seeing the soft smile that spreads across his face, his body sagging into the couch once more.

“Thanks.” He murmurs, adjusting the arm draped around you to go back to raking through your hair. Jimin and his eyes lock once more, a silent conversation between them and Jungkook understands and hopes that the second morning after plays out better than the last.

[solohux]

So after staying away from A/B/O for a long time (idk why i just figured it wasn't for me) someone got me into it and tbh I kinda need more now? 😅 So anyways, do you happen to have some good omegaverse kylux recommendations? Thank you in advance!

Of course! Luckily, the Kylux fandom is truly blessed with some amazing ABO writers so I’ve put this list under a Read More because it’s a bit long! ❤️

Enjoy! （　´∀｀）☆

◾ Unexpected Avenues by @sinceyouaskedmeforataleof​ (WIP)

No one wanted to take this particularly grisly task, but Dopheld is glad it fell to him when he realises that all is not as it seems. Can he make a new life on the run with his ex, now that everything he thought he knew has been turned upside down?

◾ Safety In His Arms by @redcole​

Kylo knows it's time to bond with Hux, he just wants to make sure that his intentions are clear. After all, it isn't often that an omega courts an alpha.

◾ Heat Sink by @sparrows-trashcan​

Kylo Ren is an omega but so is General Hux. While Hux doesn't mind everyone knowing that his preference is limited to male omegas Kylo Ren is shamed to feel the same. Everything changes after the Starkiller incident: Kylo Ren is in heat and there is only one person on the Finalizer who could possibly help him...

◾ Lighting The Fuse by hey_honey

"What is going on?" Phasma asked when Hux returned from his meeting with Leia looking pale. He stared at her."The Queen's son agreed to marry a First Order official on one condition," he said."And?" Phasma encouraged."That official has to be me," he said.

Alternatively, in which a political alliance is made between mere Lieutenant Hux and Ben Organa, soon to be queen of Naboo. Leia is about to get more grey hairs. And Snoke is an asshole.

◾ High Risk, High Reward by Alexandra_Savile (WIP)

My take on the entirely unoriginal premise of demanding and possessive Alpha!Hux attempts to court a confused and skeptical Omega!Kylo.Feelings are caught, supreme leaders killed, and heats satiated. Story begins a little before TFA.

◾ What We Did For Love by Lady_Faulkner

They were both born wrong but that’s what made them perfect for each other. Hux is a slim Alpha and Kylo is a bulky Omega. Neither thought they would ever find a mate, but after the destruction of Starkiller, Kylo goes into heat and Hux finds he can’t resist him.

◾ Falling Stars by @huxative​ WIP

Armitage Hux is the omega son and ever present shame of Lord Brendol, overseer of the Arkanis region. That was, until King Snoke arranged a marriage between his adopted son and Armitage.

◾ Hadopelagic by DustOnBothSides After a life of staying pharmaceutically heat-free, Hux has to allow his body to go through at least one natural cycle, lest there be consequences. He takes a shore leave and travels to a former omegan retreat, abandoned and all but forgotten after the fall of Old Republic. Ren, not knowing of Hux’s predicament, decides to follow, suspecting treason. He finds something else instead.

◾ Bodies, Can’t You See? by sual When Hux sees the positive result on the pregnancy test scanner, he comes to several alarming realizations all at once. One: that his birth control has been tampered with. Two: that the baby is Kylo’s. Three: that this is his true punishment for Starkiller’s failure. And quietly, in a weak, tiny voice in the back of his mind, the unsettling conclusion that he wants to keep it. He’ll die before he lets anyone near his child. He’ll tear apart anyone that tries to get in his way. Even Kylo.

◾ The Emperor’s New Consort by @redcoleThe First Order is in control of the Galaxy, in a last ditch effort to save those who are left, they request negotiations. Only to find that for the Resistance to survive they only need to give up one thing small thing -  the angry Senator Ben Organa.

◾ Babe, I’m Here Again by @sinceyouaskedmeforataleof It’s 2008 and graduate student Armitage Hux has no idea why hes still hanging out with that nerd of a second year Ben Solo. Surely he had better things to do that sit around planning Dungeons & Dragons adventures with this not-at-all-attractive Alpha who he definitely doesn’t think about constantly.

◾ Flame by bastila_s

On their way to an important meeting with Snoke, Hux and Kylo become trapped when the elevator breaks down. To make it worse, Kylo goes into heat.

◾ Shades Undimmed by @longstoryshortikilledhim  Hux is a bounty hunter who teams up with renegade Jedi Kylo Ren for a hunt. They’re determined not to let their biological needs intervene with the integrity of their mission. They fail.

◾ Fields of Gold by @ mssdare Ren and Hux crash on a planet full of strange flowers. Soon, Hux starts feeling the effects of the pollen.

◾ Unexpected by @gonna-pop (WIP)After twenty years together, Ben and Armitage have gotten comfortable. There are no surprises left in their marriage, and nothing new to learn about each other. That is, until Armitage unexpectedly goes into heat while they’re vacationing on a resort world — and a few days of renewed passion changes the course of their lives.

◾ no hope, no quarter by @thethespacecoyote  Stolen away to a temple on Moraband, Kylo Ren finds himself at the mercy of an obsessive, sinister captor. Only one person can hope to save him, and would even dare put their life on the line against such insurmountable odds—Armitage Hux, his general and lifelong mate.

◾ To Build A Home by @reluctantly-awesome  Ren is truly a hopeless alpha and Hux helps him reluctantly and not because he wants a home himself, not at all.

◾ In Your Debt by @pangolinpirate  Things work a little different in the Order then they do in the Resistance

◾ need you baby (more, more, more) by @thesunandoceanblue “Ren?” “Yes?” Hux traced his finger down Ren’s jawline. “You’d do anything for me, right?”

◾ Alpha You Are Knot by @darktenshi17 Alpha Kylo Ren has finally found his perfect mate, now they can begin a family together. There’s only one problem; that’s not how human reproduction works at all.

◾ Amnesia by @bubbaknowlton  Hux wakes up on an unknown ship, seven months pregnant with a baby crying in a crib. The last thing he remembers is leaving Kylo Ren at Snoke’s citadel. Not knowing what alpha has bred him, nor the fate of the First Order, he takes the baby, some supplies, and runs.

◾ Checkmate by @thez1337  Alpha Kylo Ren strikes down Omega General Hux’s alpha. Then he takes his place. With omega Hux’s pup in tow, will Kylo keep them or make new rules for the den?

◾ Stress Relief by orphan_account Kylo helps his omega settle after a nightmare.        

◾ I’ll Even Call You General by @asexualavenger  Without a mate, Kylo turns destructive during his heat. Snoke tasks Hux with finding him a partner.

◾ Not a Mistake by @redcole  Hux was just looking for a good time when he met the strange man named Ben, but he ended up finding a lot more.

◾ It Feels Right by @deluxekyluxtrashcan After the destruction of Starkiller Base Kylo finds out that Hux is an omega, and tries to help him by finding suppressants to replace the ones Hux lost. It turns out that there are three others omegas on board the Finalizer, and, much to a somewhat jealous Hux’s displeasure, Kylo ends up getting better acquainted with one of them - Petty Officer Thanisson - just a day before Hux goes into heat.

◾ If You Can’t Be with the One You Hate by @tethysian  At Snoke’s request Hux has always helped Kylo through his heats, albeit reluctantly. Then Kylo happens to go into heat while a prisoner aboard a resistance ship. Poe is the lucky(?) alpha chosen to take care of him, and Kylo discovers he might prefer an enthusiastic partner. Hux discovers something else about himself.

◾ time whets the fang by @thethespacecoyote  As an alpha, Supreme Leader Snoke believes he has free reign to do whatever he wishes with the omegas beneath him, including his apprentice and top general. He may wind up regretting his arrogance.

[mrs-hatake]

Seven First Kisses (intro)

Summary: You were a Lotte Duty Free store employee who has never been in a relationship before. One day, you meet with a genie who grants you wishes to pick the perfect partner for your first kiss among seven different men.

Celebrities (not in order): Sanji, Dabi, Kakashi, Aizawa, Ace, Zoro and Levi.

Word count: 2185

Face Claim: Gin Akutagawa

A/N: as you’ve guessed, this is based on the popular web drama, Seven first kisses. I only have the first chapter written as it was posted on my aff years ago but I will try to update as often as possible!

a kpop version of this is also posted on @ikonct95​

p.s, ignore any errors. I will proof read later.

B/D = Birth Date

On (B/D)  2020, You were busy working at the Duty Free of Japan’s largest international airport. The sound of people muttering which items they should buy and the sound of cash registers dinging were like music to your ears.

You moved to Japan three years ago as an English teacher. Being a teacher was a wonderful and rewarding job. The fact that you helped shape the kids of the future sent an exciting shiver down your neck. It was fun for a while but You soon grew bored of it; the never ending routine, having to use your own pocket money for class supplies and living in a tiny apartment, you’ve had enough. Luckily, one of your friends’ brother works at the airport and she threw in a word for You. After two years of being a teacher, You signed up with the airport and never looked back.

You usually enjoy your job because You love meeting new people. But today, You were totally not feeling it.

“Thank you.” You said with a bow and a smile as you gave a customer their bag. You sighed once You were sure the customer is long gone.

Today is my (Age) birthday, but I don’t have a boyfriend to celebrate with this year. I didn’t have one last year. Or the year before. I have never dated a man before in my life. Single since birth.

You shook your head to get free of those negative thoughts that only seem to invade your mind when You had nothing to do.

Need to focus!

You reprimanded yourself.

You straightened yourself once you saw a man from a distance walking towards You. Your mouth slowly dropped open as the man grew closer.

He’s so handsome!

You could feel your heart picking up its pace at the mere sight of him; tall, handsome and charismatic. A tiny spark of hope of him asking you out on a date on your birthday ignited within You.

“Excuse me?” His voice was light.

“Yes.” You answered dreamily.

“Trash…?”

“…What?”

Well, that woke You up from your daydream.

“The trashcan…?”

Your smile faltered as You watched the man raise his empty plastic cup of coffee, “I want to throw this away.” He explained.

“Oh…”

You quickly plastered on a smile, “I’ll throw it away for you.”

“Oh, yes. Thank you.” The man returned the smile.

“Honey!” A woman’s voice is heard from behind the man.

“Did you finish shopping?” The man asked the woman who now stood next to him.

“Yeah.” She replied as she wrapped her arm around his and walked away.

You looked down in slight disappointment, ignoring the way the couple laughed away at whatever one of them had said.

My (Age) birthday present is an empty cup?

“L/N F/N!”

“Yes?”

Your head turned sharply to the side in surprise at the sound of your manager’s voice. He beckoned Your towards him with a wave of his hand. Quickly, you walked over to him.

–

“Hurry, hurry!”

You struggled to carry the two heavy duty free boxes while trying to catch up to your boss who seemed like he was just carrying a stack of paper as you both walked along the hallway that had pictures of very famous Japanese celebrities hung on the wall.

The sound of a man calling his girlfriend and pecking her lips lovingly and talking to her in a baby manner caught your attention. Your lips formed into a pout at the two of them.

You tore your eyes away from them and looked at the pictures of the celebrities on the wall and sighed sadly.

“Single since birth, (Age) years old and never been kissed. I wish I could have a great boyfriend before I die. Like, right now..” In your haziness, You didn’t realize that You had said that out loud.

You jumped as your boss called your name, telling you to hurry up.

You returned to the front desk with slumped shoulders and a loud exhale. You ignored your two coworkers who were obviously talking about You even though You were standing just five feet away from them.

You were looking down at your phone when a loud clunk made You look up.

In front of You stood a tall and very beautiful woman who had a lovely olive complexion and lusciously long black hair. The woman in front of You seemed disinterested at everything around her at first but when she made eye contact with You, she gave You a small but kind smile.

You couldn’t help but stare at her, dumbfounded.

“Ah…the trashcan is…” You regained composure instantly and tried to take the coffee cup from the woman’s hand.

“Where is the jewelry store?” Was the woman’s question.

You smiled as You replied, “If you go down one floor, the jewelry store is located behind the escalator. Is there a specific brand you’re looking for?”

The woman pretended to be thinking before she answered, “No, I’ll just find it. Thank you.”

“Have a great day.”

“Wow…” You breathed out once the woman was out of earshot.

Working in an airport, You were exposed to all sorts of people. The kind, the rude, the impatient and the chilled ones. You always had to see well-dressed customers who looked charming as well but that woman was simply dazzling. Her entire aura screamed elegance and her beauty was radiant that it left You speechless.

Tearing your eyes away from where the woman had disappeared to, You noticed that the she had left her coffee cup behind on the counter.

Of course…

You lifted the cup and was surprised to find a dark green passport beneath the cup. You snatched the passport as worry washed over your face.

Oh! Oh no! Oh no! Shit!

You ran from the front desk as You realized that the beautiful woman had left the passport behind. You rushed down the escalators as the voice of your two coworkers followed You. You looked around for the woman on the lower level but couldn’t find her. Your eyes scanned the hundreds of faces in hopes to catch a glimpse of her but couldn’t spot her. You then walked into a random jewel store and asked the saleswoman, “Hello! Did a really tall beautiful woman with long hair come through here?” You knew that your description was vague but You had hoped that the saleswoman was just as awestruck as You were when You had seen the beautiful woman that she would know who You were talking about.

“No.” The woman replied apologetically.

“Thank you.”

You stood by the escalators and scanned your surroundings once more while repeatedly slapping the passport on your left hand. You rushed back upstairs and to the front desk where You asked your two coworkers “Did anyone come here searching for something?”

“No, no one.” One of them replied in annoyance while waving her hand in front of your face. “I couldn’t even go to the bathroom because of you! Why did you leave?”

You looked at her in surprise as she dragged the other coworker to the bathroom.

“Why do they always go to the bathroom together?” You exhaled loudly, “Seriously…”

You looked down at the green passport but your eyes widened at the sight of the sparkling engravings.

“Huh? This isn’t a passport!” You exclaimed while flipping the green booklet, “What is this?” You asked yourself as you opened it.

Inside the booklet was a picture of the beautiful woman from earlier with a brief description in a foreign language that You did not recognize.

“Excuse me. Did I…” A woman who sounded distressed interrupted your train of thought.

“Ah! This!” It was the beautiful woman from earlier, “I was running after you to return it…”

“Thank you so much!” The beautiful woman thanked You,  a grateful smile on her pillowy lips, “I thought I lost it. Thank you so much! How can I repay you?”

You smiled kindly, “It’s okay. I’m just doing my job.” You lowered your head humbly.

“Please, I insist” The beautiful woman proclaimed. “Thank you. If I didn’t have this… I wouldn’t be able to go back.”

“Ah…where are you going?” You asked curiously, “It doesn’t seem like a passport…” You trailed off.

The beautiful woman chuckled.

Instead, she said, “I want to repay you. Please tell me one wish.” And then proceeded to hold onto your hands.

You made a funny face at her, “A wish?”

The woman nodded her head.

“No, it’s really fine, ma’am.” You insisted. Unsure of what the woman meant by ‘wish’ and You weren’t sure if You wanted to find out.

“I really want to repay you. Just tell me anything! Hurry!”

You were taken aback at the woman’s impatience. You played along, not wanting to offend the woman, and thought of that one wish that You had been wishing for since you were 15 years old.

The beautiful woman looked at You with intensity, still holding your hand.

“You just made a wish saying you’ve been single since birth and never been kissed?” The woman stated.

“What?”

You blinked in confusion.

The woman smiled knowingly. “I know what your wish is.”

The woman pointed at the desk behind You and six cards appeared out of thin air.

“What the fuck?” You gasped at the sudden appearance of the cards.

In each card, there were black silhouettes in the shape of a man with a large, white question mark in the middle.

You turned to face the woman in slight fear and confusion.

“You’re going to meet a great man in 10 seconds.” The woman said with a calm smile.

“What?” You stuttered, heart racing in fear and body shaking in nervousness at the sheer madness of it all. You must be dreaming. That was the only logical explanation.

“Oh! My balloon!”

You got distracted by the sound of a child’s cry. You looked at the child whose balloon was drifting away when suddenly, everything around You started moving in slow motion. The handles on the wall clock moved agonizingly slow, the woman throwing popcorn into her mouth, standing next to the restrooms, was doing it at such a slow speed that You had to blink your eyes a couple of time to make sure You weren’t hallucinating. Everything that surrounded You moved in a very slow pace and made You slightly panic.

“It’s already 10 minutes before work is over.”

“Awesome!”

Your coworkers’ voices faded into the background noise and things no longer moved in slow motion.

You shook your head and turned to face the beautiful woman from earlier but was surprised to find her gone. You looked around but the woman was nowhere in sight. As You looked around, You did not notice the figure walking towards the front desk until he was a couple of feet in front of You. You squinted your eyes trying to see who the figure was and when he stood directly in front of You, your eyes widened and you let out a quiet ‘Oh my God!’

The man was dressed in a velvet maroon suit with his hair styled upwards into spikes. His thick lips were formed into a lazy smirk and his eyes were filled with mischief. He laid his hand on the counter top as he leaned his body forward.

“I heard you’re getting off work soon.” His voice was teasing.

Your two coworkers looked at You in amazement and jealousy, a fact You were unsure of.

“I’ll wait up by the front.” The man instructed.

“What? Me? You’re going to wait for me?” Your voice raised its pitch with every syllable.

The man nodded his head and smiled at your amusing confusion.

You looked at your coworkers who were just as surprised as You were.

The man smiled one last time before walking away.

One of the coworkers stood beside You and asked, “Do you know him?”

“Wasn’t that Levi Ackerman, the famous actor? Did he just come and speak to me?” You were in a state of shock but your voice was filled with glee.

“What do you mean, actor? He’s the newly-rising IT tycoon, the number one most charming single man in Japan, Levi Ackerman!” the second coworker frowned at You.

You stared at the retreating figure before throwing a shocked look at your coworker.

“Come on, stop teasing me!” You playfully slapped her arm, “He’s the actor, Levi Ackerman!”

The two coworkers continued to frown at you.

“Why do you keep insisting on him being an actor? We just told you he’s a tycoon.”

You ignored at their bickering and searched up the man on google. And true to their words, he was indeed not an actor.

“He’s not an actor? What in the world is going on?” You muttered to yourself quietly as You skimmed through several articles until the end of your shift.

Well, one thing for sure is that You needed to find that beautiful woman and ask her what’s going on because You had a strong hunch that that woman has something to do with this.

[crazybagelbitch]

“ let your stomach throw up if it wants to. kneel down here and i’ll hold you. ”

Hi, in a dad!Chim mood because of those glorious 2 seconds of him feeling Maddie’s belly, so this is Chim and daughter instead of straight up Madney.

Chim sighs, gently rocking his four year old daughter in his arms as she whimpers and sniffles. He hates this, really he does. He’s a paramedic and he regularly sees people far more sick than just a little routine stomach bug, but parenthood had introduced him to a whole new level of sympathy hurting-- and he had always been a pretty empathetic guy to start with.

Ruth had woken up about an hour ago, having thrown up all over her bed. Occupational hazard of having kids, he supposes. Luckily, it hadn’t woken up her brother or her infant little sister, and when she had come into the master bedroom sobbing, it had only woken up him and not her mother.

He’s more than capable of handling this on his own and Maddie had just given birth three weeks ago and is still in the process of physically recovering, so he wants her to get all the rest she can get.

For a second, he almost forgets about his sick, pukey little kid, still in awe of the fact that he never thought he’d get to have a family of his own, and now he has three kids. Three. When they found out Maddie was pregnant the first time, he knew there was a solid chance that it would be their only child. That was okay with him, of course, one child was still another whole heart of his that beat outside of his chest.

Then they had found out they were having twins, and roughly seven months later, Ruth and Jack made their entrance into the world, and he certainly thought they would forever be a family of four.  He was lucky-- lucky enough to be granted two kids when he thought he would only have one. Double the stress, but double the blessings.

Then, a few months after the twins’ third birthday, Maddie had fainted. It was a hot day in LA and she was busy running errands and had admitted that she hadn’t drank much water, so he really wasn’t too extremely concerned. But of course, he still insisted she go get checked out at the hospital.

And they found out that they were expecting again.

This time, it was a relief to find out they were only having one baby.

Less than a month ago, Olive made her way into their family, completing it.

(For real this time, Maddie is insisting that he get a vasectomy, and he can’t really blame her. Not only is three children a small herd, but Olive had come a little early and very quickly, so quickly that she had been born unintentionally at home without any pain medication.)

His older daughter gagging quickly brings him out of his head and back into the present. He frowns and he almost wants to cry-- he’s sure she’ll be fine in a day or two, but he wishes he could make it all better now.

“Hey, hey, it’s alright,” he hums sadly, pulling over the trashcan he had rather wisely chosen to have right by, “let your stomach throw up if it wants to. Kneel down here and I’ll hold you.”

“D-daddy,” she sobs, gagging again before the poor thing is retching over the trashcan.

“There we go, Ruth, I’m so sorry you’re so sick, sweetheart,” he says soothingly, rubbing her back with one hand and gathering her hair back behind her face with the other.

It’s a few minutes later when his daughter is done throwing up and is turning around and throwing her arms around his neck, crying into his shoulder.

“I know, I know. I’m so sorry, Ruthie. It’s going to be okay, I’ve got you.”

“D-daddy,” she whimpers, “daddy. Stay.”

“Always, Ruthie, always. Not going anywhere. Ever.”

[my-anime-ideas]

Blurb Chapters

So if anyone actually read the post about the three different ideas, I’m going to write blurbs on them, let’s say, the “first paragraph” to each of the blurbs. They’re going to be around 1.5k words for anyone who doesn’t like reading much. For a couple of days, depending on how many followers and such there are I may as well just make an entire AU out of it. So I’ll give each blurb a week. After a week I will list down the likes a post has and post the second blurb, then the cycle repeats. You can like all three if you want, I don’t really care, I do appreciate it though ^^ To be honest, I’m doing this for fun and I won’t have much time to do this probably when school starts again so it’s really for quick reads.

Without further ado, here is Blurb #1, the Zodiac AU

Yashiro Nene, a fifteen year old girl who had to move schools. Technically, it’s a transfer. Because her grandparents passed, Nene was more or less forced to move away from their house and back to that big and empty mansion her parents owned. It wasn’t that her parents didn’t love her, they were just never home. Nene loves her parents, but their work was always abroad.

Nene looked at the flyer of her school in her hands. She was enrolling as a first year high school student in Kamome Academy. Turns out the school has its own middle school division which sort of sucks. Cliques and friends would already exist and making any friends would be near impossible.

Nene groaned, her life is going to be so terrible. Her hair draped over her head. Nene then realized how long her bangs were. After her grandparents’ death, Nene was immediately moved to the Yashiro estate. With the sudden change, she couldn’t cope well with the news and differences. She also didn’t know where the nearest barber was at. Nene also didn’t want to walk out with this type of hairstyle.

Puffing out her cheeks, Nene quickly walked over to the bathroom. She held scissors in her right hand and she carefully pulled her bangs down. She had to just it just right.

Snip.

Too long.

Snip.

Not straight.

Snip.

Still long…

Snip.

Still crooked…

Snip.

Snip.

Snip.

Snip snip snip snip snip snip snipsnipsnipsnipsnispnipsnipsnipsnipsnip.

“…”

Nene stared bleakly at the mirror and her new hairdo. Her eyes watered up and she dropped the scissors where the small pieces of hair were at. She covered her mouth.

“Nooooooooo~!”

Nene screamed as she stared at the mirror in shock. Her beautiful bangs! The beautiful hair!

“The bangs were supposed to be pretty for my prince!!!”

Nene screamed to herself. She sighed dejectedly as she swept up the hair into a plastic bag. She sighed as she placed the scissors away. She sighed as she walked outside to the trashcan to drop the bag of hair in it. She sighed when she stared at herself at a mirror once more, trying to regain her senses.

“My prince will never like me now,” Nene muttered. Nene was sitting on a chair near her desk with the mirror. She glanced at her feet and frowned, “Not with these legs,” she picked up the small bits of her crooked bangs, “nor these uncool bangs.”

Nene groaned as she covered her face in shame. Perfect, not to mention she had to go to school tomorrow. There wasn’t any magical serum that would help her grow her bangs back.

Nene peeked from under her fingers at the mirror and slowly slid her hands off of where her bangs were. She could hope it was a dream. It was a dream! It was a-!

“Nooo~pe,” Nene slammed her head on the table.

It was still hideous.

…

Nene stared awkwardly at her hands. The school was unfathomably awkward. No one would talk to her, no one would look at her, and no one acted as if she existed. She buried her face into her hands; she wished she was back with her grandparents and with her old friends at her old school.

“Hello~!”

Nene snapped her head up to see the prettiest girl in the class. She caught the other students glancing at her and the other girl from their groups. Great.

“Umm,” okay Nene, this is your chance to look awesome! “H-Hi.”

Dang it! Nene screamed internally, I messed up!!!

That induced a soft giggle from the other girl.

“I’m Aoi Akane,” Aoi introduced herself, “You can call me Aoi-chan if you want to! You’re the transfer student, right, Nene-chan? Let’s be friends!”

Nene could only smile nervously at the pretty, but intense girl. She was already enforcing the rule that Nene would talk to her on a first name basis. Not only that, she decided to skip the part where she would have to ask Nene permission to use her first name.

BUT THAT DIDN’T MATTER!

Nene wept tears of joy internally. This beautiful girl, who probably never gets refused on dates, asked if she could be friends with Nene! The girl was a literal angel flying from above sprinkling second chances and friendship to end the loneliness in Nene’s soul! She was a savior! A beauty!

“Okay, Aoi-chan,” Nene complied to the request. “What do you want to talk about?”

“Hmm,” Aoi tapped her chin as she pulled the nearest chair to Nene’s desk. She sat down and smiled. “What about hobbies?”

“Hobbies?” Nene thought back to all of her failed endeavors, “Umm, well I guess I cook, clean, take care of my hamster and umm… do yardwork…?”

“Do you like planting?” Aoi quickly picked a conversation starter.

“Yeah, I do,” Nene admitted. It was something she started for a middle school crush. Nothing happened, but she did end up with a pretty good life skill, so she continued to plant and harvest vegetables. She even started her own garden back at the estate.

“Would you like to join start a club about with me?” Aoi asked with her eyes alight. “I always wanted to make a club and I think a gardening club is just perfect! What do you think, Nene-chan?”

“I think,” Nene sniffled internally; I think you are too pure and good for the world Aoi-chan! “I think that’s a great idea! I’ll certainly help you!”

“Oh good!” Aoi clapped her hands, “You can be the President and I can be your vice president!”

“Eh?” Nene blinked in shock, “Don’t you want to be President Aoi-chan?”

“Oh no,” Aoi giggled, “I want to make a club, but I don’t exactly want to lead it. Let’s just settle with me being the vice president!”

“Can we make a club with only two people?”

“Yup~!” Aoi answered Nene’s question with a large grin, “I have a friend who is in the student council. I’m sure he’ll help us.”

“Oh, okay,” Nene smiled.

So school ended with Nene making a new friend; someone who didn’t comment on her abnormally swollen legs or make fun of her behavior. She released a breath of relief as she stepped outside the school campus.

…

…

…

Only to be tackled down.

“Ah!!!”

Nene screeched as she fell onto the concrete. Luckily she only bruised the edge of her palm. Suddenly she was pushed down and she felt someone get on top of her.

“You…”

A creepy voice spoke behind her. It was obviously a male, probably a young boy.

“You spent the entire day with Aochan,” the voice growled.

Nene couldn’t look back to see behind her. She was terrified to say the least of her situation.

“How could you take up so much of her time?! You greedy creep!” Nene was frozen in terror, but it subsided when she noticed that the speaking perpetrator was crying. There were tears staining the concrete. “How could you take away Aochan from me? Am I not good enough?”

Nene suddenly felt less intimidated and more pitiful. The poor stalker… He was a creep, but she wasn’t going to tell him out right.

“Err, umm…” Nene coughed. “I’m only friends with Aochan, she’s really pretty, but she’s not my type… so…”

“Really?” The boy sniffled. Nene furiously nodded. The boy finally released her and forced her to look the other way. “Okay… I’ll trust you Yashiro-san. Please, don’t disappoint me.”

Nene walked straight ahead without turning her head. She had no need to, the boy was sniffling and that murderous aura has dissipated. Also, although Nene had no need to, she ran as fast as she could back home. She did not want to get caught again.

Her mind was getting dizzy. Why was Aoi so popular?!

Nene continued to run to the mansion.

“Off!”

“Wah!”

Nene bumped into a boy. Her eyes went round as did the Amber eyes of the boy’s eyes.

With her arms stretched out, she fell on him.

Then there was a lot of dust and she coughed. In her horror, where the boy was a few seconds ago, there was a black cat in his place, the clothes the boy was wearing draped over him.

”...”

“...”

“...”

“Meow?”

Of course…

Nene screamed.

[fatgirlwritesscenarios]

Belated Happily Ever After

((A/N: Hello again, all! I’m finally getting back around to uploading the rest of the stories...kind of. This one I can say for certain was a request.))

Pairing: DKxReader

Genre: Angst/Fluff/Friendship 

Word Count: 7,962

Summary: You fell in love with the sun...but it turned out the sun did not love you back and couldn’t fathom loving you back, so you fell off the face of the Earth. Luckily, the sweetest sometimes-tiger, sometimes-hamster you’ve ever known was there to catch your fall until you were ready to face the sun again.

                                                     *~*~*~*~*~*~*

Your professor had a way of making time fly despite the class itself being over two hours long You had never been much of a history buff, the multiple dates you had to recall always being the enemy, but this history course was so interesting and engaging, it was easy to lose track of time. Hence, why you and most of your classmates didn’t even notice that the lesson was supposed to be over about 20 minutes ago, the next class crowding the door and waiting to take their seats.

“Time really does fly when you’re having fun,” you mumbled to yourself, finishing up your notes and storing your materials into your backpack before rising to make your exit.

“Remember to read Chapter 13 for homework, everyone! We’re going to have a very involved discussion next class meeting,” the professor announced, waving at the retreating students before welcoming the next class.

You pulled your planner from your bag with the intention of recording the homework and rifled further for a pen. Exiting the class and quite distracted, you never had a chance to prepare for-

“Finally!”

“ACK! Soonyoung!”

-the energizer bunny that wrapped his arms around you from behind and spun you around, his ecstatic laughter ringing loud in the hall.

“I’ve been waiting forever for you , Y/N,” Soonyoung laughed, setting you down on your feet and ruffling your hair, “What took the class so long?”

“Cut it out!” you demanded, batting his hand away from your hair and readjusting any stray strands, “What is it with you guys and messing with a girl’s hair? Anyway, I guess we all just got really into the lesson and lost track of time.”

“I wish my classes were that interesting…or maybe it’s because you’re just really smart and like the subject, so it comes easy to you!”

“I hate history.”

“Well, whatever! The fact is that we were waiting a long time for you and I’m starving!”

“We?”

“Seokmin was waiting with me, but went ahead to buy our lunch,” Soonyoung elaborated, turning you around by your shoulders and guiding you out of the building, “He should already be with the others, so let’s go! Hurry! Hurry! My stomach’s caving in!”

“O-Okay, okay! I’m going!” you replied, grateful that you were able to conceal the red of your cheeks, but very much aware of the heat burning beneath them.

Seokmin did that to you. Even just the mere mention of him; the sound of his name, the sound of his voice, a simple thought centered around the Child Development major known as Lee Seokmin had your heart galloping through fields of daisies and poppies. It had been one full year since you came to terms with your infatuation for him, but that didn’t keep the butterflies from swarming or your palms from dampening. It just made you an expert on hiding it from him.

With Soonyoung practically dragging you along behind him at a full run, the both of you eventually made it to the university quad, finding your friends lounging in the green not too far away.

“I brought Y/N!” the dancer announced, coming to a stop and smoothly pulling you next to him before slinging an arm around your shoulders like he always did, “Her history class ran longer than usual because they were having too much fun.”

“I thought you hated history,” Joshua mused with a smile, watching you struggle to catch your breath.

“I hate history…but I love…the professor…” you panted with your hands on your knees, eventually keeling over into the grass between Joshua and your roommate/friend, Miaka, “Soonyoung tried to kill me.”

“You were walking too slowly and I’m really hungry,” he whined, dropping down on the other side of Miaka and groaning dramatically.

“You were Sonic-running and I don’t appreciate the forced exercise,” you mumbled, laying stomach down on the grass and willing your breath to even out while remaining oblivious to Soonyoung’s pouting at being scolded.

Just as you were starting to feel better, your heart settling and your breathing steady, another attack came upon you in the form of fingers dancing up and down your incredibly ticklish side.

“AAHH! Nonono! Who?! Why?!” you shrieked, flipping over onto your back and curling up to prevent the onslaught, “Stop it!”

The laugh that hit your ears made your whole body tingle, the sun blocked by your attacker’s head as his smile took its place lighting up your world. In the exact moment your eyes locked with happy brown ones, you swore the birds sang sweeter, the wind was cooler, the sky was bluer and the grass felt like feathers. Everything felt so wonderful that if you died right then and there, you wouldn’t even mind it.

“You’re funny when you’re tickled, Y/N,” Seokmin stated, running a hand through his black hair, messing up his side-part a little bit.

“There is nothing funny about torturing me,” you answered, hoping against hope that the blush on your cheeks and the slight stutter you released wasn’t too noticeable.

He laughed again and held up a white, plastic carton along with a cold can of soda, “I got your lunch. I’m pretty sure I got what you usually like. Soonyoung’s better at remembering your order than I am.”

‘Oh, he’s just the sweetest!’ you gushed mentally, wanting to squeal, but instead sitting up and taking the items that he offered.

“I’m sure it’s fine. I eat just about anything, anyway.”

“She’s like a trashcan.”

“I’m sorry, did the bottomless pit over there say something?”

The whole group sat in amusement at the playful bickering between you and Soonyoung, Seokmin lowering himself down right behind you with his own food and laughing at Soonyoung’s expense. He was sitting rather close, almost forcing himself between you and Miaka with his legs on practically either side of your hips. Again, your heart did somersaults and the color in your cheeks deepened.

“Anyway, how much do I owe you for buying my lunch?” you asked him, beginning to rifle through your bag for your wallet.

Seokmin stopped you with a gentle touch to your arm, shaking his head once he had your attention, his smile beaming at your face, “You don’t owe me anything! It’s on me.”

You just gazed at him for a beat, wondering what good deed you did at any point in this life or others to deserve a person like him in your life. Even if he was just a friend…even if you wanted to be more.

It was hard to tell when this maddening crush of yours on Lee Seokmin actually started, but it felt like it’s been present ever since you entered University. You met both him and Soonyoung at around the same time, both becoming your best friends, but it was the sun-shiny man with a voice as beautiful as a song bird’s that captured your heart. He was playful yet considerate, positively hilarious, and so positive that you felt you could never have a bad day with him around or continue to mope after having a bad day. He made your dark days bright and your bright days even better. He was everything to you…and you wished you could be everything to him, too.

“Hey, Seokmin. Seungkwan. Why don’t you two sing us that song you were practicing? Let us hear how it’s going,” Jun, one of the oldest in the group, spoke up suddenly, disrupting conversations and forcing all eyes on the two mentioned males.

You blinked curiously, looking back at Seokmin, “You two are practicing a song? How come?”

Seokmin chuckled and shrugged his shoulders, “We were bored and heard a song that we wanted to try harmonizing on. I think Joshua was playing it on the guitar.”

“And look at this! Said person just so happens to have said guitar with him!” Seungcheol proclaimed from his spot beside Joshua, nudging the other’s arm with his elbow, “You should play it and you two-” he pointed to Seungkwan and Seokmin, “should sing it!”

“Yeah, sing it for us!”

“Come on you, guys!”

“Sing it! Sing it! Sing it!”

Soon, the whole group was chanting for the two vocalists, Seungkwan eventually calming them down with an exasperated sigh of ‘fiiinnne’. The two of them prepared themselves while Joshua tuned his guitar, you focusing on your food while they did so. Soon, the first riffs of the song drifted through the air, followed by the second and third…and then, they were singing.

Voices mixing and blending so beautifully, Seungkwan and Seokmin captivated the group, as always. Their powerful voices snatching every ear; it was both a blessing and a curse to be sitting so close to your crush at this point, struggling to not stare at him too hard and yet wanting to memorize the expression on his face while you still had the chance. He absently played with the back of your hair while he sang, a rush of tingles dancing down your spine. He smiled at you and you smiled at him, nodding your head along to the song and wishing you could melt into his arms…without it being weird.

At the end of the performance, the last note fading out, the trio received a round of applause from their friends, though you smiled the biggest and the brightest at Seokmin.

He leaned in closer to you, whispering playfully, “How did I do?”

“Amazing, as always. I don’t even know why you bother asking me,” you play-whispered back, reaching up to fix his side-part and melting when he smiled at you with a little touch to your arm as thanks.

Suddenly, the campus clock tower started to chime and you froze when you realized how late it was actually getting. “Crap! What time is it?!” you hissed, pulling your phone from your bag and cursing when you saw that it was just turning 3 PM, “My last class starts in 15 minutes and it’s across campus. I have to go.”

“Don’t worry about your trash. I’ll take care of it,” Seokmin offered.

You smiled nearly bashfully, but shook your head, “You don’t have to, Seokmin. I can do it. It’s fine.”

“Ah, you’re so stubborn.” His eyes narrowed into a playful glare, his tongue clicking in ‘disappointment’, “It’s fine to accept help, Y/N. It’ll be one less thing for you to worry about! I don’t want you to be late for class, so I’ll take care of your trash!”

To show that he meant business, the man took the pile of trash from you and reached over to put your backpack in your hands. He then ushered you up and pushed on the small of your back until you took two steps away.

“Go, go! You’re losing time! Make sure to pay attention!”

You stared at him for a beat longer, a silly smile touching your lips as you nodded, “Alright…thank you!”

After bidding good-bye to your group of friends, and promising Miaka that you’ll clear the night to help her study, you took only two more steps before Soonyoung was calling out to you.

“Wait, Y/N! I’ll go with you!” he said, stuffing the rest of his food into his mouth and then moving to stand up.

“Your class is in the opposite direction of mine, Soonyoung ,and it’s going to be starting soon, too!” you objected, frowning when he gave his trash to Seokmin and asked him to take care of that, too, which he happily agreed to.

“So?” the dancer retorted, hopping next to you with a big, cheeky grin on his face, “I want to walk you; make sure you get there safe.” You rolled your eyes as he bid his farewells, shoving his shoulder when he started pushing you in the direction of your class, earning a giggle from him.

“Good luck in class, Y/N!”

You looked back to see Seokmin smiling and waving after you, the dazzling brightness of his grin leaving you breathless, yet re-energized. You returned the gesture and called out a thank you, beginning a light-footed trek to your class with Soonyoung hot on your heels. Not even his teasing could make the smile fall from your face after spending time in Seokmin’s presence, your mind too occupied with his warm smile to even think of good, witty comebacks. You just…floated to class, drunk on infatuation and high on his beautiful voice.

~*~*~*~

It was right around 8:30 PM when you returned to your apartment that evening, mentally drained but feeling rather accomplished. After your last class, you joined a few of your History classmates for a study group and then went to get dinner with them, making sure to leave in a timely manner so you could have enough time to help Miaka study that night, as promised.

You sighed in relief when you got inside, classical music drifting pleasantly in the air; Miaka liked to study to the sound of an orchestra. She said it helped her to focus more.

“I’m home!” you called, toeing off your shoes and moving into the living room.

“And just in time, too!” Miaka greeted, never looking up from the index cards she was working on at the coffee table, “I’m just about done making my flashcard for my biology terms and then you’ll be able to quiz me on them for the test.”

“Sounds good,” you replied, throwing your coat and bag down on sofa behind her before throwing yourself down at the coffee table in front of her, “How many do you have?”

“118.”

“Do you plan on sleeping at all tonight?”

“Nope and I hope you don’t either.”

You rolled your eyes loudly, giggling when Miaka stuck her tongue out at you in retaliation. To entertain yourself while she finished with the rest of her cards, you picked up the already completed ones and started to look over them. A moment of silence passed between you two.

“So, how was your last class?” she suddenly asked, still focused on the cards.

“It was decent,” you answered.

Miaka glanced at you, smiling mischievously, “What, it wasn’t spectacular after being blessed by Lee Seokmin’s wish of good luck? You weren’t floating on air? Hearing angels sing? Citing romantic haikus?”

You stared at her flatly, clearly unamused, “I hate you.”

“You love me,” she shot back.

“I hope you fail this test.”

“And I hope you embarrass yourself in front of your dream man.”

You groaned at her last jab, setting the cards down before flopping back onto the carpet, “Why are you being so mean?!”

Miaka laughed, completing the last card and then reaching over to add it to the pile, organizing them in the process. “Honestly, why don’t you just tell the guy that you like him? What’ the worst that could happen?”

You popped back up, “I could make a fool of myself. I could ruin a perfectly good friendship and possibly lose Soonyoung in the process. I could make him feel so uncomfortable around me that he never wants to see my face again. The list goes on!” Another groan and another flop back onto the carpet. “God…why does he have to be so perfect? Why do I have to have a crush on a guy that’s never going to like me back?”

“Well, I wouldn’t say ‘never’.”

You returned to your sitting position, staring your friend straight into her soul, “What are you talking about?”

“Look,” she started, pausing to choose her words carefully, “It might just be me, but I think he likes you, too.”

“HA!” You laughed incredulously, Miaka narrowing your eyes at you. “Oh, you’re funny, Miaka.”

“But I’m probably not wrong.”

“But you probably are.”

“But I’m probably not,” she insisted, “I mean, look at the way he treats you! He buys food for you without making you pay him back. He’s always encouraging you. He’s always trying to sit really close to you. He asks for your opinions before anyone else’s. He offers to do things for you that’ll make your life easier! The man is practically establishing himself as your boyfriend. All you two need now are couple’s outfits.”

As much as you wanted to argue with her- because you vaguely remember Soonyoung doing a lot of the same things from time to time- that niggling of hope deep in your soul started to work against you. Big time. You started to think…maybe she was right? Did Seokmin like you? Were you more special to him than you allowed yourself to believe?

You chewed your bottom lip thoughtfully, brow furrowing in worry, “But…I don’t know, Miaka. If it’s true…and he likes me like I like him…then why hasn’t he said anything? Why hasn’t he confessed?”

The other woman shrugged her shoulders, smirking triumphantly, “Maybe you’re the one girl that makes him too shy to do it.”

You froze, giving her the chance to continue, “Maybe you should be the one to confess.”

“But…Me? How?! I can’t…H-How would I even-”

“The next time you two are alone.” She interrupted you, holding a finger up, “Conditions are never going to really be perfect, but take advantage of the next time you guys aren’t being bothered and tell him how you feel. He’ll probably be super relieved that you did!”

“I…I don’t know. It’s not exactly the romantic confession I imagined,” you mused, pouting slightly, “I always wanted to be the one that someone confessed to.”

Miaka clicked her tongue before pursing her lips in disapproval, “Do you want this man or not?”

You hesitated…and then nodded.

“Then you know what you need to do,” she finalized, handing you the finished and organized stacks of index cards, “Now quiz me. We can talk about your repressed love life later.”

You glared at her, but took the stacks and set them up on the coffee table, starting to go through the different categories with her. While you worked hard to remain in study mode for Miaka’s sake, you couldn’t help the little voice whispering in the back of your mind: how long would you have to wait before you could confess?

The answer…

*~*~*~*

Not that long at all, actually! About two weeks if we’re going to try to be exact and it was Seokmin himself who gave you the opportunity.

You remembered the Monday afternoon that brought you to this moment, the shriek that filled the apartment after you told Miaka how Seokmin had texted you and asked you to go to a movie with him. She had then started raving about how ‘This is it!’ and ‘This is your chance!’ and ‘He’s totally asking you on a date!’. This was followed up with her planning your outfit for your Friday night outing with him, from your shoes and accessories to what you were going to do with your hair. You had tried to tell her that it was just a movie, nothing big, so a nice pair of jeans couples with a pretty shirt and some cute sandals would work fine.

She wasn’t having any of that, though, and immediately took you out shopping for the perfect outfit, declaring that you couldn’t make a proper confession without looking drop-dead gorgeous first.

“I mean, more gorgeous than you already are,” she had added, giggling girlishly while pulling a multitude of dresses and skirts from the rack at your favorite store.

All of her primping, polishing, encouraging and hyping were what helped you to get through the week without losing your mind in excitement, to Friday night…to this moment here. She truly made you believe that this really was it, that this was the moment you confessed and it would end in happily ever after. Even the ‘date’ itself seemed to solidify it: he bought the popcorn and drinks at the movies for the both of you, draped his arm around your shoulders, he took you to dinner after, got you your favorite dessert. He complimented your whole look more than twice that evening and you even caught him staring from time to time, that giant grin of his ever present.

The night had been a success and this was now your moment, the both of you walking down the pathway through the park, trekking towards the bus stop that would take you home. This was it. Now or never.

“Hey, Seokmin…”

He looked at you expectantly, warmly, while you slowed to a stop with him facing you. “I, uh…I have…something…that I need to tell you,” you stammered, heart pounding relentlessly, cheeks flushing and palms nearly drenched.

His brows furrowed now, his hands hovering over your shoulders, as if preparing to catch you if you fainted, “What’s wrong, Y/N? Are you feeling okay?”

“Y-Yeah, I’m fine. I mean…I-I will be if I can just…j-just get this out.” You took a deep, shaky breath, fiddling with your fingers and staring at the concrete while Seokmin eyed you carefully, “I’ve been…wanting…I’ve been wanting to tell you this…for a while...and now seems as good a time as it’s going to get.”

Another deep, shaky breath and you forced yourself to lock eyes with him, “I like you, Seokmin. A lot. A lot a lot. I have for a while, now…and I was hoping, after tonight, we could try to make it a little more official. Maybe go on another date?”

He stared at you, dumbstruck. You stared back, sweating bullets, worrying your bottom lip. Your heart was beating out of control and you felt like you were going to vomit from the anticipation. Then Seokmin smiled. It was small at first, then bigger, then bigger still until it was fully, shining smile that you loved so much. It warmed you, comforted you, and you were so sure that he was going to confess back.

But then…he was laughing and you were confused.

“That was a good one, Y/N! You really had me going there!” he said between chuckles, his hand over his heart.

Your brow pinched together in confusion, “W-What?”

“You were so believable!” he said, “I almost fell for it, too! You having a crush on me? Oh, man. Did Soonyoung put you up to this? You two are always playing tricks on me!”

What was happening? What is this? He thought this was a joke? Your own heart was stuttering now, your mind panicking to try and make sense of this situation. How do you salvage it? What do you do?!

“Seokmin, no, I…I wasn’t joking…” He stopped laughing, stopped smiling, and stared at you. “I really do…like you.”

You both were quiet again, but the world was unbearably loud. You could clearly hear the cars passing on the street, the electric buzz of the lamps that lit the pathway, the sounds of the evening bugs. Your ears felt hot, but your fingers felt cold and your heart was pounding so hard you could swear it was just as audible as the cars on the street.

There was still a chance. There was still hope…until there wasn’t.

“Oh…Y/N,” Seokmin sighed, frowning and rubbing the back of his head uncomfortably.

Oh no…

“I’m…I’m sorry, but…”

What have you done?

“I don’t feel the same way. I like someone else.”

Your heart came to a screeching halt and then dive-bombed right into your stomach. Your hands felt clammy in your own grip as you tried to keep yourself from falling apart.

“O-Oh,” you muttered, dropping your gaze to your feet, “I-I just thought that…maybe…I-I mean, you were always so…sweet to me. Always buying my lunch and encouraging me and going out of your way for me…and asking me to go see a movie with you…”

“We hadn’t gotten a chance to just hang out in a long time and no one else wanted to watch this movie with me,” he explained, looking away from you as well, “And of course I would do all of those other things for you. You’re one of my best friends! But I would never like you in that way. I mean, it’s you. Why would I like someone like you?”

The coldest of winds passed over you and you felt like crumbling into nothing. That’s how you felt now, anyway…like nothing. Seokmin seemed to realize how harsh his words sounded and started to panic.

“Oh, no, Y/N! I didn’t mean it like that!” He took a step towards you, but you took two back. “Y/N, please. That was an asshole-thing for me to say and I’m sorry! I just meant that-”

You held a hand up and when you lifted your gaze, Seokmin could’ve sworn he had been hit in the gut by a train. The unshed tears in your eyes were things he never wanted to see, let alone be the reason for. The smile painted on your lips looked painful and he wished he could turn back time to keep this all from happening.

Regardless, you still continued to smile and took a deep breath through your nose, “It’s okay…Seokmin. I understand. I’m not the one you like and I looked at everything all wrong. It’s my fault for seeing things that weren’t there.”

He had no words, watching you dab at the tears that escaped and streaked down your cheeks, attempting not to smudge your makeup. You composed yourself as best you could, shaking your head.

“I think…I’m going to go home by myself,” you whispered, looking past him to avoid seeing the pitiful look he cast at you, “I can’t be around you right now.”

“Y/N, please don’t be like this. I don’t want to lose my friend.” He reached for you desperately when you walked past him, “I can’t let you walk home by yourself!”

You avoided his touch and stopped just three steps ahead of him, “…You can and you will. Good night, Seokmin.”

And then you left, not once looking back for fear of breaking down. You weren’t exactly sure how you got back to your apartment without breaking out into tears first, but when you arrived, you heard what sounded like Miaka and Soonyoung having some kind of battle from all the shouting you heard on the other side of the door.

You closed your eyes. Soonyoung…you didn’t have the strength to fake happiness in front of him right now, even though you knew how much he hated to see you sad.

With a deep sigh, and zombie-like movements, you walked inside and closed the door. The sounds of Mario Kart met your ears followed by Soonyoung shouting about how Miaka could ‘eat his tail’; his character must be Yoshi…he didn’t like Bowser very much. You slipped off your shoes and took off your coat, wondering how fast you could walk to your room without alerting the other two that something was wrong.

“Hey, Y/N! You’re back!”

Oops…too late. You were already spotted.

Miaka put the game on pause and hopped up from her spot on sofa just as you shuffled into the living room, “So how was it?! Was it romantic? Everything you dreamed of? Did you-”

She stopped once she got a good look at you, her own heart dropping at the broken state you were in.

“Y/N…Y/N what happened?” she asked you, her face contorting into worry just as Soonyoung rushed over to you as well.

You said nothing and it didn’t take long for Miaka to do the math, “You told him…and he didn’t…”

With slow movements and your body shaking with your repressed tears, you shook your head.

“Oh no…Y/N, I’m sorry,” Miaka sighed, but before she could comfort you, Soonyoung beat her to it.

He slid his hands onto your shoulders and made you face him, even as you refused to meet his eyes. The wall of tears built higher and higher, you struggling to keep them at bay; it killed him inside to see you trying so hard not to cry like this.

“Y/N…” he whispered, cupping your cheek, feeling you shaking, “I’m here…I’m right here.”

And that was all you needed, the tears pouring freely and Soonyoung gathering you into his chest. He hated to see you cry, but tonight, he wasn’t going to try and force you to stop. For that, you were grateful…for Soonyoung, you were grateful. He wasn’t the man you wanted, but he was the man you needed right now.

You held him tighter and he never let go.

*~*~*~*

It was four whole months before you had the nerve to even answer any of Seokmin’s texts again. You went from being heartbroken to being embarrassed and avoided the man like the bubonic plague. Unfortunately, that also meant avoiding your other friends as well since there was a chance that you could run into him at any outing they invited you to. Your only saving grace, aside from Miaka, was Soonyoung. He had always been by your side, but ever since the fiasco with Seokmin, he became more…constant, not that you were complaining.

In those four months, he named himself your official caregiver, making sure that you were eating well, resting well, and taking necessary breaks from studying. He would clear his weekend evenings to be with you or take you to hang out with other friends once it was confirmed that Seokmin was not going to be anywhere near the vicinity. The both of you spent long hours cuddling, still teasing one another, and going on little impromptu ‘dates’ where Soonyoung wouldn’t let you pay for a single thing. He complimented you more, texted you and called you, made it his life’s goal to always make sure that you were smiling and laughing. In those four months, he became more than just what you needed. He became what you wanted.

At the start of the fourth month, you were both official after a sweet, quiet, and red-cheeked confession from Soonyoung in the glow of the TV during one of your movie nights. Thinking about it now, a whole month into your new relationship, made you giddy and giggly, especially when you thought back on the kiss you shared that very same night: sweet and tender and a little bit playful, just like Soonyoung.

“Hey, princess.” A pair of warm arms encircled your shoulders from behind, warmer lips pressing a kiss to your cheek.

You giggled and wrapped your fingers around Soonyoung’s arm, turning your head to kiss him in return, “Hey, Soonyoung. How was class?”

He started whining as he plopped down in the seat beside you at the kitchen table, “Long. And boring! I just wanted to be with my jagiya! You should switch classes so we can always be together!”

“It’s too late in the semester, Soonyoung.”

“You’re right, you’ve put too much work into your classes to change them now, so I’ll change mine!”

“We’re not even in the same major.”

“I can learn!”

You giggled at his antics, Soonyoung puffing up proudly at the pretty sound. He lived to see you this happy and giggly and loved the fact that it was because of him your eyes shined so bright. He reached over and took your hand, giving your fingers cute little kisses of affection. You just about melted and begged him to stop making you blush.

“But you’re so cute when you’re embarrassed!” He pinched you cheeks and you made a face at him. “Anyway, what are you doing?”

“Studying,” you sighed, gazing down at the books and papers strewn across the dining table.

Soonyoung hummed, “Did you have lunch already?”

You shook your head, absently reading through your notes. “When was the last time you ate?” he asked.

You paused and stared at him blankly. After a few moments too long, you said, “I…I don’t remember.”

“Princess!” he exclaimed, looking horrified.

“I had to study!” you defended yourself.

“All of that studying won’t mean anything if you die from starvation!” he scolded you, standing up, “I’m ordering us food and you’re taking a break!”

“Alright, alright, fine,” you caved, watching him go into the living room where you and Miaka left the take-out menus.

You smiled to yourself at how caring your boyfriend, your thoughts interrupted by a ding on your cellphone. Checking the screen, your heart lurched momentarily when you saw that you received a message from Seokmin.

‘It’s been almost five months, Y/N. It’s time to get over it,’ you thought to yourself, opening the text.

‘Hi, Y/N. How are you? It’s been a long time since we’ve spoken to each other…I miss you.’

You took a deep breath, steadying your shaking hands as you replied, ‘Hey, Seokmin. It has been a while, huh? Sorry for avoiding you.’

‘No worries. I understand. I was harsh to you that night and I’m sorry,” he responded.

A flashback to that night crossed your mind, his question of why he would like someone like you ringing in your head…but not as clearly as it did a month ago. The sting of it had dulled itself, that you thanked Soonyoung for.

‘You weren’t that harsh, Seokmin. It’s okay. Thank you for apologizing, though.’

He didn’t respond right away, but when another message came through, it was a bit of a surprise.

‘Can we meet up? I need to talk to you about something. I feel like you’ll be the only one to understand.’

What did that mean? You stared at the message for longer than necessary, reading it over and over again. You knew this day would eventually come, where you would have to see Seokmin face to face. You imagined it a little differently, though, where you would meet him by chance out on the University grounds, probably in passing and you two would have an awkward moment of forced laughter and ‘how are you?’ questions before finally coming to terms that you were okay and ready to be friends again. What you never imagined was Seokmin asking to see you to talk about something very important, it looked like. That’s what swayed you in making your decision, but first…

“Soonyoung,” you called out, hearing your boyfriend shuffle from the living room and back towards the dining table, one hand clutching a take-out menu and the other holding his phone to his ear.

He stared at you expectantly and you gestured for him to hang up the phone. “What’s up, Princess?” he asked, taking his previous seat.

“Seokmin just texted me,” you answered, earning a stare back in return as he waited, “…and I answered him this time.”

“Oh…how did that go? Are you guys okay?” he ventured, worry lines appearing on his forehead, which you instinctively reached out to smooth away with your thumb.

“I think so. I mean, I’m pretty sure we are, but…he asked if we could meet up. I think he wants to talk to me about something important.”

Soonyoung blinked in surprise, but brushed it aside to study your expression. You didn’t look anxious or nervous. From that alone, he didn’t see a reason to try and persuade you not to go. He placed a hand on your shoulder, squeezing it gently as your eyes trained themselves on your phone.

“It has been four months, Y/N, and I know that he still wants to be your friend. He always cared about you and still does. I think he also just wants to know that you’re okay and actually hear it from you this time. He usually asks me.”

Soonyoung’s comforting gesture eased the butterflies in your stomach and only solidified the decision you already made. “So…you’re okay if I go to meet him?” you asked.

“Of course! We’re all still friends and you’re mine now, so I’m not worried about anything,” he answered cheerfully, pinching your cheek.

You giggled and playfully swatted his hand away. He only grabbed yours and laced your fingers together, watching you carefully.

“Do you want me to come with you? For support?”

You didn’t even need to think about it, shaking your head confidently, “No, I’ll be fine on my own. I think this is something we need to do by ourselves, anyway.”

With that, you picked your phone back up and texted him back, telling him that you would be happy to meet up with him. About 30 minutes later –this must be really important whatever he needs to talk to you about- you were waiting for him outside the campus food court at one of the outdoor tables. You sipped on a smoothie you had ordered, an extra one you bought for Seokmin sitting in front of you.

You weren’t going to lie and say that you weren’t nervous. The apprehension was making fidgety, your leg bouncing up and down as you gnawed on the end of your straw. A small part of you thought it was ridiculous now to be this afraid. Like Soonyoung said, it had been four months! The night was over, the embarrassment was over, and you were over the whole thing.

“Y/N!”

You whipped around just in time to see Seokmin jogging towards you, barely giving you time to stand up before he was throwing his arms around you. Frozen, you allowed him to hug you, the man swaying you both back and forth as an involuntary chuckle filled your ears.

“Sorry, sorry. That was impulsive and I probably shouldn’t have hugged you so suddenly, but I’m really happy to see you,” he explained once he let you go.

“Oh, um…sure…no problem.” You gave a small smile and took your seat again, Seokmin doing the same on the other side. Remembering the smoothie you bought for him, you picked up the cup and reached over to give it to him, “Here, I got this for you. It’s your favorite.”

His smile reached from ear to ear as he accepted it, “Thank you! What do I owe you?”

“Nu uh,” you shook your head, playful smile touching your lips, “This one’s on me. Think of it as a little payback for all the times you spotted me for food.”

He chuckled, but nodded his head, “Alright, then.”

Silence reined one more, the both of you trying to figure out what dynamic this was now. Some tension remained, but not nearly as much as you thought there was going to be. You took the time to study him, just as he was studying you. Your eyes roamed the planes of his face, searching for any dark circles or ghost-white pallor. You saw nothing, but the healthy Seokmin you always knew and found yourself hoping that he found happiness with the girl he liked the way that you found happiness with Soonyoung.

“It really is good to see you, Y/N,” Seokmin stated, breaking the ice as the warmth from his smile matched the light in his eyes.

“I missed you, too, Seokmin. I avoided you for a long time and I’m sorry about that…but I just didn’t know how to face you after that night,” you answered, gaze dropping to your smoothie cup.

“I understand,” he voiced lowly, fiddling with his straw, “I was worried, though…I thought I had lost you as a friend. That was the last thing I wanted to happen and it killed me to think that it actually did. I…was scared that you wouldn’t want to meet me today…or at all.”

You were astounded, your eyes transfixed on him. How were you supposed to respond to that? How did you want to respond to that? The answer came naturally.

“You were never in danger of losing me as a friend, Seokmin,” you said, voice filled with conviction.

It was his turn to stare at you incredulously, letting you continue, “I did, however, entertain the idea of not seeing you today. I wasn’t sure if I was ready, yet, but it sounded like you needed to talk to me about something important. Is everything alright?”

Here, he avoided your gaze, a nervous laugh bubbling up in his throat. This had you curious, your head tilting to the side.

“Everything…kind of hurts.” And for the first time since you had known him, Seokmin let his smile drop in front of you, hitting you with a sadness that made your heart clench.

You sat up straighter, leaning forward with your eyes fixed on his face, “Seokmin, what happened?”

“What happened is…what I did to you that night, someone else did to me.” You were confused, Seokmin leaning back in his chair. “The girl that I liked, she didn’t return my feelings. I thought we were hitting it off really well. We spent a lot of time together, had a lot of fun…but when I confessed, she told me that she would never date someone like me and that she never wanted to talk to me again.”

How familiar? You would never wish that kind of embarrassment on anyone, not even the person who made you feel like that in the first place.

“Seokmin…I’m so sorry,” you said, reaching for his hand and holding it, “I’m really, really sorry.”

“It’s not your fault, Y/N.”

“I’m not saying it because it’s my fault. I’m saying it because you’re hurt.”

He smiled sadly at you and squeezed your hand, “After she told me that, I couldn’t help but to start thinking if that’s how I made you feel. Like I never wanted to see you again.”

Oh…that made sense and, if you were being honest with yourself, that had been a prominent thought the first few weeks following what happened. You were so sure that he wouldn’t want to be around someone who had made things so uncomfortable between you two and that’s what fueled your need to avoid him at all costs.

“Truthfully, Seokmin, I did think that way for a little while,” you said, releasing his hand to sit up again, “But, I guess I didn’t have much to worry about.”

“You didn’t have anything to worry about. You’re one of my best friends. I was going to fight for you.”

You laughed, as did he, and this time, when things got quiet, it wasn’t tense. It felt…serene. At last, after all these months, the full weight of this situation finally fell from your shoulders. You and Seokmin made up, had closer. You breathed the deepest sigh of relief you’ve ever released and felt relaxed.

“I’m glad to see you doing so well after all this time,” Seokmin added, pulling a silly little grin from you.

“I have Soonyoung to thank for that.”

“I’m glad about that, too! You make him really happy, Y/N. He’s been in love with you since the day he met you!”

“Okay, now you’re exaggerating,” you rolled your eyes.

Seokmin shook his head insistently, “No, it’s true! He told me himself two days after he met you. He said that he met the girl he was going to spend the rest of his life with, but as time went on and we all became friends, he got too scared to tell you because he didn’t want to ruin the friendship he had with you.”

You stared dumbfounded at Seokmin, cheeks flushing and heart pitter-pattering against your chest. Suddenly, you released a loud, disappointed groan, throwing yourself back against your chair. Seokmin blinked at you.

“What? What? What’s wrong?” he asked.

“Poor Soonyoung! I must’ve drove him crazy talking about my crush on you all the time,” you groaned again, digging the heels of your palms into your eyes, “It was non-stop!”

“Wow, you really did like me,” he mused, making you glare flatly at him.

“I did. You have that kind of effect on people,” you replied, sitting up and sighing, “I’ll have to make it up to him.”

“I doubt he cares much at this point. He has you now! I’m sure he feels all the torture was worth it.”

You giggled and nodded your head, looking at Seokmin and then at your smoothie cup before lifting it up towards him, “Friends?”

He paused momentarily, grinning soon after and lifting up his own cup, “Best friends?”

Your smile grew all the wider, “Best friends.”

You both laughed and took a sip of your smoothies, sealing the deal. Now that the storm of your life had fully passed, you gave Seokmin an apologetic look.

“It was good seeing you again, Seokmin, but I should be going. I promised Soonyoung I would get back to the apartment with enough time for lunch and a movie before studying. Knowing him, he probably hid all of my books to make me keep my promise.”

“I don’t think he’s at the apartment,” he told you, catching you off guard.

“Huh? What do you mean? How do you know?”

“Because he’s trying to hide behind that tree over there.”

You processed his words a second too slow, but when you whipped around to said tree he was pointing at, you found a very familiar figure trying to duck behind the thin base. Your mouth dropped open and you stood up.

“Soonyoung!” you called.

He peeked out from behind the tree, donning a pair of sunglasses and a hoodie in an attempt to look ‘inconspicuous’. Realizing his cover had been blown, he pasted on the biggest, cheesiest grin and meandered over to you.

“Hey, Princess! Seokmin!” he greeted, popping a kiss on your cheek.

You narrowed your eyes at him, making him fidget, “Feel proud of yourself for spying on us?”

“Nooooo! Princess, don’t say it like that!” he whined, taking your hand in his, “I wasn’t spying on you. Okay, maybe I was a little bit, but I just wanted to make sure that you were okay.”

“I told you I was going to be fine,” you reminded him.

“I know, but then I started thinking what if it didn’t end fine,” he explained, his gaze never leaving you, “I didn’t want you to have to walk back to your apartment alone and sad if the worst happened.”

Oh, how this man made your heart stutter. You couldn’t stay cross with him, your expression falling into a smile as you cupped his cheek and gave him a soft kiss. He laughed childishly afterwards, embracing you right after. Once he let you go, with his arm slung over your shoulders, he looked between you and Seokmin, eyes flashing with worry.

“So are you two okay now? Like, completely?” he asked, almost fearing the answer.

You and Seokmin looked at each other, similar smiles spreading across your faces; “Yup, we’re all good!” you answered.

“Best friends again,” Seokmin followed, the both of you startling when Soonyoung released an excited shout.

“Oh, I’m so happy! I hated seeing you both so unhappy because of each other!” he gushed, cuddling you into his chest, “Let’s celebrate with lunch! I’m starving! And you, missy, are supposed to be taking a study break anyway.”

“Yeah, yeah. Come on, Seokmin, before he starts rushing us.”

Seokmin stood up beside you and before you could start your way into the food court, he grabbed you in a hug and squeezed you gently. This time, you were a little more prepared and hugged him back.

“Thank you,” he whispered.

“No problem,” you whispered back.

When you pulled away from each other, and you looked at him, you no longer saw the man that you had the biggest crush on and experienced the most painful rejection from. You just saw Seokmin, your best friend. His smile still made you warm, but didn’t cause butterflies. His laughter still made you grin, but didn’t mesmerize you. His touch was still gentle, but you didn’t crave it. Soonyoung was that man for you, now. Soonyoung was your happily ever after.

It took some time coming, but it got there and that’s what really mattered.

[thechocoboos]

Could you do the chocobros (+Ardyn and Ravus) taking care of their significant other while she's on her period?

These hcs have been sitting in my google docs for a week now--but hey, they’re ready!!! I ended up with eight pages of headcanons so brace yourself lol; wrote these while i was suffering from the very thing i was writing about. what a life.

HC: The Bros + Ardyn and Ravus taking care of their SO on their period!

Noctis

Noct knew that periods existed, he swore that he did, but he just kinda… forgets.

So when he came home to see you dying on your couch, he was just… ??? “Uh, babe? You okay?”

“NO, Noct, I’m not o-fucking-kay--”

“Uh.”

It was only when he called Ignis that he figured out what was going on, with Ignis exasperatedly having to remind Noct that hey, people get periods!

It was a short phonecall, luckily

And it didn’t take Noct too long to get with the program

Softness increases to 110%

Mutual laziness increases to 70%

Caring for his SO increases to 2000%

He does his best--but he also kinda. Just. I dont wanna say it but he doesn’t think it’s that big of a deal until he sees you crying over cramps, then he realizes that periods suck and that you just need your stupid boyfriend to give you the love and support that you deserve

After that, he gets better!!!

“NoCT, can you please go get me my meds? And some water--”

“Can’t you do it yourself--” He always freezes, remembering how bad it can be, “Shit, sorry, babe--” He already started getting up, bringing out a bit of your favorite snack as an apology, “You know I’m an idiot.” He said when he handed you your meds and your fave candy bar

You know, and for whatever reason, you still loved him

He kinda has to learn what to do and what not to do just because he feels too unsure to ask anyone

Unfortunately, it was also through trial and error that he realized how sensitive you can sometimes be when your period is knockin’ at the front door

He found out through multiple crying sessions--and yes, it was usually his fault, but he was always insanely good about making it up to you with food, cuddles, and movie marathons

He’s the boyfriend who goes to the store for tampons and pads for you, sees the giant aisle of them, and while he isn’t embarrassed to be seen buying shit for his SO, he has absolutely no idea what to get and literally grabs the first shit he sees

And of course, you send him right back with a picture of the brand you actually like and a pad in his hand just so he can get it right the second time

Cue the mental image of Noctis comparing the pad in his hand to the color of pad packaging in stores

“They’re both green so it’s gotta be right… right???”

In summary: Noctis is a dumbass and can be a bit insensitive about periods simply because he’s really not around women or anyone who gets periods, but he really does try to remedy his ignorance and any mistakes he makes

Prompto

Prompto, too, has never really had much experience with girls or periods or people with periods and he just. He tries so hard--he really does

He gets you a new teddy bear every single time (at some point, you know you’re gonna have to tell him that he can’t keep buying you new bears, but it’s so cute that you don’t want him to stop)

He’s the one who gets sympathy pain

I promise, the second he catches wind that you’re on your period, he’s out the door trying to find your favorite of everything

If you send him to the store for pads, he comes back with one of everything and lots of tears in his eyes, “Babe--I didn’t know what you wanted so I just bought everything im sorry oh gods”

He’s the pitiful soul who blushes as he buys all the pads and tampons and looks like he’s gonna cry

He’s the one who pulls a cart full of sanitary products to the first register he sees and is crying as he looks in the clerk’s eyes and cries, “My SO is on their period i dont know what they like help me please”

Christ, he’s a mess but he’s your mess and you love him

He comes back with every single snack he knows you so much as look at

Cravings? He’s got your back.

Like, you mention this shit you want half heartedly and then he disappears for three hours and comes back with a weighted blanket, heating pad, and three bags of those weird chips you were craving

He’s always blushing and frantic, but he blushes the hardest when you ask him to lay with you and cuddle

Ofc he does it--he loves it, but the bold, straightforward way you ask has him blushing head to toes

He once caught himself wishing people got periods more often just so he could hold you like this more often--he accidentally said it out loud, and you only snuggled into his chest more and told him to shut up and hold you tighter

Prompto is a mess but he tries so, so hard just to make you comfortable and content

He once drove for twenty minutes to find your favorite candy bar (and he would do it again, no question)

When you cry bc emotions, he starts to tear up, too

He always says, “Babe, if you cry, I’ll start crying and then we’ll both be crying and I don't think either of us can handle that on an emotional level” and then you both cry anyways

He likes to sing to you when you guys cuddle, his voice is soft but husky in the perfect way that lulls you to sleep

If you fall asleep in his arms, he falls asleep, too

He’s the extra bf who goes above and beyond unnecessarily, merely because he doesn’t know how else to help you

Gladdy

Holy Behemoth Batman! One of these idiots is properly aware of periods!!!

And it’s this one. Bravo, Gladdy, bravo. Fans everywhere are cheering your name.

In all seriousness, he is aware and actually knows how to handle someone who is on their period

Iris used to get some pretty bad periods, and with their mom not around and their dad always busy, it was Gladio who had to help her out and actually explain them to her in the first place (he’s never gonna forget when Iris ran up to him one morning while crying and shouting about bloody underwear)

So, needless to say, he ain’t shy during that time of the month. In fact, he knows more tips and tricks than you do, simply because he was one hell of a big bro for Iris

Heating pads? Blankets? Snacks? Damn good brands of sanitary products? He’s got it all and you didn’t even have to ask, like holy shit

Back when you guys were just starting out your relationship, you had actually gotten your period once while at his place and when you told him you’d have to go home because you forgot your products, he was like, “Oh--hang on. You prefer pads or tampons???” and pulls out a giant basket with a lobster on it, labelled ‘Menstruation Crustacean’

He said that he liked to be prepared in case Iris was over

What an absolute legend of a bf. Like, after that, you knew you weren’t letting this fucker go.

He rubs your stomach if you’re having really bad cramps and doesn’t even have to be asked to go grab you some pain meds--it’s like he has a sixth sense or some shit

Really, really chill about periods as a whole like he’s not scared to go to the store for you and he gets the right products!!!

Sometimes, when you get so sore and crampy that you can’t move, he’ll carry you around in his arms and doesn’t complain once

Will change your bloody sheets and isn’t the slightest bit grossed out--doesn’t mind emptying the bathroom trashcan either

Similar to Prompto, he loves to hold you and hum to you. He won’t sing, but even his absent minded humming while he holds you to his chest under one arm and reads some random book lulls you to sleep with ease

Quite frankly, probably the best of the bros when it comes to periods

He’s not scared of them. He doesn’t care if it gets messy, he knows what to do, like. Shit. Fuckin’ winner over here.

Ignis

Ignis, much like everyone else, does not have that much experience with periods. Didn’t really have many folks with periods around and he’s never had a SO before

So you would think he’s a hot mess--but nO! He would nEvER

He googled and he googled and he googled and he asked coworkers (always respectfully ofc) and he googled some more

He has an arsenal of tips and tricks and guides and everything--but he does lack the hands on experience

He will help you and he will buy you everything you need and more--but there will always be the hesitation of someone who doesn’t really know what they’re doing

One time, Ignis tried to rub your belly to help with cramps, but he only succeeded in tickling you and embarrassingly had to admit he doesn’t really know where his hand should be

Ugh what a cutie pie

He’s patient and sweet and he does all these small things for you without even telling you, and when you do notice, you feel like your heart is just gonna burst and vomit affection everywhere

He’s still a little embarrassed and shy when you boldly demand cuddles, but he does it nonetheless (he fucking loves it though he will never admit to it)

He’s the SO who cleans up bloody sheets and quietly gets blood stains out of your clothes while you’re vomiting from cramps, but never, ever makes a big deal out of it and does it with the caring affection of a kind man in love

Bumps his pun game to 110% to try and make you laugh

Knows which subjects and what phrases and words to avoid to prevent your emotions from blowing up

Even if they do, he never takes rude words to heart and he always comforts you lovingly, giving you a warm hug and a kiss on the cheek

He keeps an eye on you

If you shift uncomfortably, he’s there with a heating pad

If you’re meds are wearing off, he already has more in hand

Sometimes, if you want to cuddle, you only have to look at him a certain way before he’s sighing and climbing into bed next to you, reminding you that if you were anyone else he wouldn’t go this far

He just dotes on you in the quietest ways possible

Ravus

Insensitive Dumbass Part 2

Yes, he knows people get periods. Does he care? No.

Not until he falls in love with you, at least.

Cramps? Can’t be that bad. Migraines? Just mere headaches. Aches and pains? Probably nothing. He dismisses each symptom right up until you come into his life

Because when you guys get together--he gets to see firsthand just how bad everything can get

Oh gods you’re crying from it all?? VOmitting??? HOW WAS HE SUPPOSED TO KNOW--

He felt like a right dick (and he should)

But he was also quick to change his tune, because the love of his life can’t suffer like this

Not while he’s around!!!

He’s quick to ask Luna what to do, and thank god at least one sibling in their family is sympathetic and not a mess and a fucking half otherwise he’d be doing things through trial and error (not that he didn’t, even with the help)

He does everything by the written list Luna had given him (she knew he wasn’t gonna remember everything), even years after you two got together (he likes to use it as a benchmark of sorts to know when he’s doing everything you need)

The first few times you had sent him to the store because you ran out of supplies, he had absolutely no idea what to get and any poor employees who tried to help him earned the most aggressive, hostile glare he could muster

He ends up calling Luna, too, because how is he supposed to call you and tell you that he doesn’t know what to get??? And have you think he’s incapable??? NO! He was gonna be the best bf and get exactly what you fucking needed or so help him--

He’s just very aggressively in love. Little bit of a dick but he changes and grows as a person into the kinda man we can all love and support and who will love and support us right back!!!

He does his best but he doesn’t want to seem incapable of being helpful

Likes to remind you when your medicine is supposed to wear out so he can show that he’s some use

Anytime he gives you a massage or rubs your back or smth, he’s always giving you nervous, uncertain glances just to make sure you’re content or that he’s helping

Always giving you nervous glances just to check that you’re okay (he really loves you, he’s just not sure how to show it)

Lots of hugs and kisses but he’s embarrassed about all the skinship when you want cuddles (don’t get him wrong, he really, really loves it; he’s just… not sure what to do with all these feelings)

He learns how to be a supportive, wonderful SO when you’re on your period and maybe one day he might actually remember your favorite brand (but don’t get your hopes up too much at that)

Ardyn

Back in Ardyn’s day, periods weren’t exactly talked about, so the first few times you mentioned them, he was absolutely flabbergasted that you would blatantly talk about something that was considered so private

If he hadn’t been a healer, he wouldn’t have known near as much about them as he did

But even as a healer, periods were still something considered a woman’s subject and were usually left for women healers and mothers to handle so he could rarely do much

But then--Ardyn had to get pretty fuckin’ used to periods because you were pretty much out of commission when your “aunt irma” came to visit

First couple times you got your period while with Ardyn, they weren’t so bad, but then they went right back to their normal symptoms

When Ardyn came home to see you curled up in a ball, clutching your abdomen and trying to just keep your eyes shut to block out the light, he had thought you were terribly, terribly sick

“Darling--what’s wrong? What happened--” He was genuinely concerned and worried, his brow furrowed and mouth drawn in a worried frown. He hadn’t realized that your periods were so debilitating, so to see you like this, he had thought something even worse had happened

You only managed a groan when you tried to talk, and that only made him rush over even more, trying to lift your arms to see where you were injured, “Darling, please--”

“‘M fine,” you tried to say, “It’s just--fuck,” You hissed as a particularly bad cramp came your way, “--fine, jus’, that time of the month.” You wheezed, laying your head back down on your pillow

And that was when Ardyn realized just how terrible the symptoms could be

He was a worried man. Absurdly worried actually, and sometimes it made you want to laugh if everything didn’t hurt so badly

Ardyn was the kind of man to do absolutely anything and everything for his love, so that’s what he did

You never had to leave the bed for anything unless you really wanted to

Ardyn would deliver your pain meds on the clock, always accompanied by the most ridiculously jeweled goblet he could find (he was always one to be amusingly over the top and treat you like a queen, but his dramatics always cheered you up)

He was usually by your side unless you requested some alone time, and then he would respectfully kiss your forehead, say “Of course, darling. If you need anything, don’t hesitate to call--I am always at your disposal,” and close the door quietly as he left

Otherwise, he would be laying in bed with you, one arm wrapped around your shoulder and the other holding some old book or resting across his stomach as he took a nap beside you

He would give you massages wherever you ached and he would provide herbal remedies from back in his day that were pretty good at relieving aches and pains

Ardyn’s innuendos and teasings would go on the back burner during this time--unless you instigated it

If you didn’t, he might tease you here and there, but always the tiniest, most light hearted things and it was always said in the softest teasing tones

All your feelings are valid to him, hormonal or otherwise, and he will listen to every word you say as though they were your last

Yes, you were usually treated like royalty by him, but it somehow increased exponentially when that time of the month arrived

[i-growl-growl-growl]

heyy~ love your post ! but i was wondering if you could do a yandere!nct (all units) but if that’s to much, then just yandere!wayv of when they first see their s/o?? not necessarily meeting them buh just seeing them for the first time? thank you ❤️

Taeyong: It was during the opening night of his newest club, just turned midnight, when Taeyong decided to leave his spot from the comfortable black leather couch that was reserved just for him and any guess that he’d invite to his special observation deck to look over the large crowd of drunken dancers and hyped up DJs and bartenders when the lonely world as he knew it came crashing down around him. He had never really fallen for anyone before, sure there had been plenty of people who had captured his eye before but never had it happened to the extent that it has as he spots you sitting at the bar. You seemed oblivious  and disinterested to everyone around you, even from his high up position Taeyong could tell that much but he planned to change that (no one can deny nor escape from his charms.) He’d order some of the guards to go down and offer you the chance to come up to his observation deck on your own accord but, if that failed, he’ll leave his spot and walk up to you himself and introduce himself to you. After that, he’d make sure to keep your attention on him and he’d use his charms to woo you into following him to his lair where he planned on getting to know you very well, an maybe even keep you if he could manage to do so without you causing too much of a fuss.

“I spy with my little eye an ethereal being who needs their wings clipped It’s been quite a while since someone like this has come my way. My my my, won’t this be fun!”

Johnny: He was taking a tour around your campus when he first saw you. He had already been shown the campus and cafeteria but had yet to see the dorms, although he didn’t intend to live in them since he had his own place. Everything around the dorms was hectic since he has had the misfortune of choosing to go on a campus tour during move in week. Everywhere he went, Johnny could see people running around in a frenzy to get their belongings out of their cars and into their new place, a few being lucky enough to have help from family members or friends while most were left to fend for themselves. Even the RA that was leading the tour group got caught up helping people out from time to time. You just so happened to be one of the people who was in need of help and had the perfect timing of catching tour RA as they walked to the entrance of the dorms. When Johnny heard that you have a few heavy boxes that needed to be carried into your room the RA was hesitant… Johnny being the ‘good’ person that he is stepped in and offered to help… that’s how he came to know you and become friends with you instantly.

“I can help you with those boxes if you’d like. I won’t be moving into the dorms so it won’t matter if I miss the rest of this tour. My name is Johnny by the way, it’s nice to meet you.”

Jeno: Jeno had found the perfect place for him to be during his time off from work. In the late hours of the night anyone could find him cheering in the sea of speculators and large crowds that would cheer loudly as they bid on & watched illegal street races. He had become a rather well known individual among the commoners of the crowd, most would think that he was one of the racers due to his popularity but that wasn’t the case (although he has high hopes of becoming one in the future.) You happened to lose your way to meet up with a blind date that your friends had set up for you and ended up finding yourself among the street racing crowd. People were either too busy to help you find your way out or directed you to find Jeno. When Jeno was informed about a person who seemed out of place being told to look for him, Jeno set out to find you since he’d be the only person who wouldn’t necessary mind missing a race in order to help you. When he finally spotted you, he had to take a double take. You were so beautiful but out of place here. He stopped in his tracks and watched as you asked more people where this mysterious “Jeno” person was. He was about to snap out of it and approach you but, just then, one of the people you went up to was kind enough to offer some help and find your way out by leading you to the nearest exit. Luckily, Jeno knew this individual so he quickly messaged him to get your number before letting you leave.

“There’s someone looking for me? An outsider? Well, where are they? I’ll help them find their way out. Tell me where I can find them.”

Haechan: Haechan wasn’t the most well behaved boy in Seoul. Whenever anyone heard of a rambunctious group of young boys running a muck around the city, causing mayhem, you could be sure that Haechan was part of it all. Nothing was off limits to him or his friends: hot-wiring people’s cars and stealing them, holding people up during the late nights and taking their money and valuables that were on the person, getting in fights with other groups that wanted a slice of the ‘fame’, etc. It was during one night where the boys had just finished their mischievous duties and were resting in an alley that they had marked as their re-group site that came to be the fatal day that this petty criminal came to know of your existence. As he and his group huddled near a trashcan lit fire in the area, Haechan saw your figure walking towards the very alleyway that he was in. He was always one to spot anyone who seemed to approach them and you had been no different, even with your initial reaction to hesitate coming any closer wasn’t anything knew to him. He could tell that you had no choice but to pass by them to get to wherever you were going and, luckily for you, he and his group were finished with causing mischief for the night so they only stared as you continued to approach at an ever-increasingly slow pace. His sight staid glued to you as you came closer and eventually passed them by. As he watched your figure make its way the the other end of the alleyway before disappearing around a corner, Haechan knew that he had to do something to ensure that he’d run into you again,….maybe he wasn’t done causing mischief for the night after all.

“A beauty like them shouldn’t be in these parts this late at night. Someone should keep an eye on them to make sure nothing bad happens to them. Who better to be that person than myself?”

Jaemin: Jaemin set his sights on you the moment he found out that you would be a regular visitor to his house as member of the cleaning crew. Since Jaemin liked his house as pristine as possible at all times, there was nearly a daily order for cleaning service that was sent by him to your company. At first he had planned to leave and spend the day roaming around the city aimlessly as he normally would since he wasn’t fond of human interaction, even in his own home however, that plan changed once he saw you walk through the door, followed by the remaining cleaning crew. He sat at the large window in the living room and watched intently as you took orders from the rest of the crew and did all that you could to make sure that not a single speck of dust or grime could be spotted anywhere in his house. He loved how you worked silently and obediently, two traits that he wished more people had. As the day went by he came to the realization that he liked being in your silent company. This called for his decision to call upon you, and you alone, to be his housekeeper starting the next time he placed an order to your company. Little did you know that this was part of his plan to get you to fall for him since he’d begin to talk to you and get to know more about you each day and vice-versa.

“I always hated people coming to my house until I met you. Even if I did want my house to be clean, I always hated the obnoxious small talk that they’d always try out on me. Thankfully you’re different, you let me approach you on my own terms. Thank you for that y/n. I’m glad you’ll be my personal housekeeper from now on.

Chenle: Chenle thought that it was such a shame that he had been pulled away from his vacation in China to return to Korea just for a meeting that SM wanted him to be at about how another company had been bought by them and would now take on the responsibility of the new groups and staff that were now under their power. He was soooooo bored as CEOs and staff of each company droned on and on about the transfer of ownership to SM, that is until you were called up to talk about a specific group that deserved more attention and training now that they’d be under better management. Chenle’s eyes became glued to you, not necessarily hearing what you were saying as you went through your presentation. Chenle didn’t notice but, at some point, he lent over to Mark and rested his head on his shoulder as he continued to keep his eyes directly on you. Chenle was excited to know that he had someone to look forward to seeing every now and again that caught his interest and he hoped that you’d be one of the staff that would be officially transferred over to SM rather than staying at the other companies building. Once the meeting was done, Chenle’s heart sank as he watched you leave.

“I can’t believe someone like that will be working under SM now. Does this mean that I’ll get to see them often? I will I do if they stay with the other company? I need to see them again or my heart will burst.”

Jisung: Jisung hadn’t been looking forward to going out on the day that he first saw you since it was the day that his hyungs Taeyong and WinWin expected him to finally step-up and go through the official initiation to join their group that enjoyed participating in criminal activities. For this initiation, Jisung had to use himself as a form of bait to lure in some unfortunate specimen to be jumped by the rest of the members of the group, robbed, and beaten or threatened into silence about the entire thing. When Jisung laid his eyes on you and couldn’t look away the dread of his mission skyrocketed, the only thing he could think of other than your beauty was that he hoped that neither of his hyungs spotted his instant infatuation with you and would end up ordering him to lure you in as the unfortunate victim. Fortunately he got his wish since they had been busy scoping the streets for a victim however, the person they chose just so happened to be someone who seemed close to you since you had been talking to them as you made your into a cafe across the street. If all went well, Jisung hoped that he’d finish his initiation without getting you involved…. but he also wanted to get to know you somehow… so he was in quite the dilemma.

“Of all days that I had to spot someone of interest it’d be the day of my initiation!”

~Savie

[thorscock-y]

The Office Incident (Part 2) Stucky x reader

Author’s Note: Sorry about not updating this after two weeks after writing it, it was just time for exams and I had to work my ass off to get good results so yeah but now that I’m free and home with my family I’ll have more time to update. Love you guys, Merry Christmas!

Summary: The reader just got a new job as the Tower’s new nurse; taking care of the team when they get hurt and whatnot. She’s a outgoing but shy with guys type of girl so when she gets caught doing some risque in her office by the two best friends, Steve and Bucky, she finds herself in a dilemma.

Warnings: None really. 

The Office Incident: Part 1

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Quickly, I discovered that my new nursing job wasn’t much of a job at all. The first day of work, I sat and patiently waited for someone to come, needing my aid. But no one came. Like an idiot I stood in my office, getting excited anytime someone walked by and stopped for a brief second by the nurse door. Though they never came in. They were either stopping to tie their shoes or throwing a piece of gum in the trashcan that was beside the door. 

I hoped that the next day would be better. It wasn’t. The day carried on just like yesterday. Me being lonely in my huge office. Not a single person coming by. I thought maybe Pepper wold come but not even she could keep me company. 

What was the point in hiring a nurse if they didn’t even need her? I’m sitting here getting paid for no reason. I would quit if I didn’t need the money, badly. However this isn’t what I went to college for four years for and then three additional years of nursing school to just sit and do nothing. It was unfair. Late nights staying in my dorm, studying like crazy while everyone else was partying at the kappa houses. Me working my ass off was all for something. 

Here I sat in my office chair, legs propped up on the desk while I searched in the newspaper for another job. It was grand and all; the pay here, but my dream was to actually work. Become a real nurse, preform surgeries, delivering babies, and whatnot. 

The phone went off suddenly, causing me to look up from the newspaper. It was the telephone that came with the office room, not my cellphone. It sat next to the computer, all shiny and black. Should I answer? Who would be calling this telephone though? 

Clearing my thoughts, I reached over and picked up the phone, then put it up to my ear. 

“Hello?” I spoke. 

“Hey, what’s up, Tony here. This is the new.........” I heard shuffling of paper as if he was looking for something. “The new nurse correct?” 

Oh my gosh, it’s Tony. Tony Stark. I sat up in my chair abruptly, taking my legs off the top of the desk. I’m on the phone with Tony Stark. He’s practically famous. 

“Oh um, yes that is correct.” I said, clearing my throat. 

Don’t stutter, don’t stutter.

“Why don’t you come on up? Pepper’s told me a lot about you and how I should meet ya.” 

“What? Now?” I asked. 

“No, tomorrow.” There was a ten second pause and it left me wondering if I should say something. “Yes, now. You know you’re way to the top floor?” 

“Um-”

“Great, see ya in a few.” He hung up on me so now all I heard was the long beep sound. I hung up the phone. 

It can’t be too difficult to find my way to the top floor, I should just click the highest floor. How hard could it be? So I went to my bathroom really quick to make sure I looked nice and professional for him to see me. I had on my nurse coat with a black work dress that hopefully didn’t scream “fuck me” .

My makeup was light and my hair was thrown back into a french twist bun. I think I looked fine. I’m going to be optimistic for once and not worry that anything would go wrong while talking to him. 

I walked out of the bathroom and into the hallway that lead to the elevator. It was pretty empty on this floor, only a few people were here and they were either printing papers at the printer or talking casually with a friend. 

I pushed the up button and once it opened I gasped at the sight before me. Was I seeing things or was Steve Rogers, aka, Captain America standing there in the flesh. Should I slap myself to prove that this was real?

“Going up?” He asked holding the elevator doors open for me. His voice. His voice gave me waterfalls. He gave me waterfalls just by looking at him. 

“Yes.” I said, realizing that I had been standing here for a while. I entered and stood right next to him, trying not to stare. I wanted to but I didn’t want to seem like a creep. 

“What floor?” He asked. Oh, so he’s a gentlemen. I shouldn’t expect anything less, I mean the man represents America. He looks at me, kindly with those beautiful blue eyes. 

“The top.” 

“So the tenth?” He didn’t give me a chance to answer as he pressed the tenth button floor. 

“Thank you.” I said, quietly. My shy side was coming through. This usually happened around men. 

“No problem,” He seemed like a warm sweet guy and certainly had the looks for it. The whole cute boy next door thing was going on. At the same time I was thinking about him fucking my brains out. Oh my goodness. Did I really just think that? I haven’t had thoughts like that since...........no. Let me not think of my worthless ex. I promised myself I wouldn’t. Asshole. 

To distract myself from my thoughts I examined Captain America. He was very tall, way taller than my 5′02 self. Dirty blonde hair, broad nice shoulders and well......a very nice man ass. His physique was every woman’s dream. Those arms. I bit my lip while admiring the back of him. 

I was bewildered when he turned to look at me but me with my quick eye skills, looked to the ground before he could catch me checking him out. 

“Have I seen you around before......” His eyes averted to my chest. I thought he was looking at my breasts. He was actually trying to read my name tag which was on top of my left boob. “Y/N?” 

I was stunned he was speaking to me, asking me if he had seen me before. I gulped and looked into those sparkling blue eyes. 

“I don’t believe so.” I paused, assuming he was going to speak but he didn’t. “I just got a new job here yesterday so.......” 

He eyed me up and down for a couple of seconds and I wished to know what he was thinking. 

“What job?” He asked. 

“Nurse.” 

“Oh,” I can tell he’s trying to hide his shock that there is a nurse in the building. That action alone only makes me feel like I am not useful at all here. More the reason to look for a better job. Then again this one pays so much. “Well, I’ll make sure to stop by sometime. Who know’s, maybe I’ll need some stitches.” 

He then laughed at his own little joke. By God, his smile, the way the corners of his mouth curled into a picturesque moment. He. Was. Gorgeous. Completely. I was almost scared that if I looked away for a moment I would miss something. 

His smile slowly dispersed and he coughed awkwardly. It was probably because I didn’t laugh at what he said. I was too lost in a woman trance. Like how Cher felt in Clueless the first time she saw Christian. Just in a trance. That’s what he did to me. And I didn’t like it. 

To make things less awkward I spoke. “I’ll be there if you need me. With my stitches in hand.” My attempt to be funny failed in my mind. Luckily he laughed. This time, I did too. 

Just then the elevator doors opened. I stood there waiting for him to exit but he didn’t. He simply turned and held his hand out for me; a gesture that meant “ladies first”. It was kind of old fashioned yet I was the kind of girl who’s heart warmed at that kind of stuff. 

I felt the warmth running to my cheeks and I hurried out before he could see me blushing. “Thank you.” I murmured, all of a sudden shy once again. 

“See you around, Y/N.” He said and turned the opposite side I was going, down the hall. I watched the back of him walk away. Even the way he walked was drop dead fucking sexy. I felt like a perv watching him so I turned and walked forward as if I knew where I was going. 

That whole conversation was running through my mind while I found my way to Tony’s office. Honestly it was more easier to find than I thought because the hallway practically led me to two big doors at the end of it. 

The encounter with the captain strayed me from the real issue here. I was about to meet my boss. The good thing is I wasn’t as nervous as I was before. My mind was still elsewhere, thinking of him. Everything of him. And I had only just met him. I should stop. He probably has women dropping for him left and right. He wouldn’t want me. 

I needed to focus on the main goal here, which is far from a man. So I straightened up and fell out of my teenage girl trance. I knocked twice on his door. Wait......should I have just walked in? He knew I was coming. No that would have been weird. Knocking was good. 

“Come in.” I heard. I breathed in and breathed out to calm myself down from anxiety. I then walked in. 

“You said you wanted to see me, sir.” I closed the door behind me. He seemed to be working on something metal, some small circle thing. I honestly wasn’t sure. I was kind of far away from him so I couldn’t see clearly. 

His office was larger than mine in every way. Behind him was a large view of New York, and in the center of it was his desk. 

“Hey, come on, don’t call me sir. What am I? Sixty?” Looking at him in person, he looked shorter and a little.......older. But as soon as he spoke, the personality was all the same. I wasn’t sure if it was rude or playful. 

“Oh sorry,” I apologized. 

“Here, take a seat.” He nodded his head towards the chair in front of his desk. There were two of them. I walked over and noticed on the seat cover it said “just chill” in big red letters. I chuckled a little at that and then sat down. “Like it?” He asked, not looking at me. 

“Yeah it’s pretty funny.” 

“I got them for my fiance, Pepper. I put them in her office and what does she do? Sends them right back to me.” He shakes his head while he goes back to concentrating on his metal circle thing or whatever. 

And oh! So they weren’t just together, they were engaged. How sweet. 

“So how’s your day? Come on, talk to me. Don’t be a silent puppy.” 

“It’s been pretty casual, I guess. Nothing really special.” 

“Mhm, yeah, yeah, hey come over and hold this together for me for a second.” Okay, was this how he was gonna get to know me? I got up and walked over to the other side of the desk. He put my hands on two digital plates that were holding this metal circle together. “Okay so what made it casual and all huh?” 

“Well, nothing has been really going on,” I watched as he walked over to a box of tools under his desk. He searched through it, looking for something. “I just kind of have been sitting around-”

“What am I paying you for? Not to just sit around.” 

Oh gosh, please don’t fire me.

“It’s just that, no one ever comes to me or needs a nurse.” I replied anxiously. For a fraction of a second my grip loosened on the plates. It made a sound an he whipped his head to look over at me.

“Keep your fingers on those plates!” He hissed, pointing his fingers at me. 

Quickly, my fingers were back to the position he originally had put them in. 

“If you don’t mind me asking, what is this contraption?”

“Have you ever seen pictures of me on the news or on the internet?” He goes back to shuffling through the box of tools. 

“Yes.”

“There is something in my chest, there’s not really a name for it, it’s just a chest piece that is essential to my body. Why you ask, well honey because it keeps the shrapnel from killing me by entering my heart.” He walks over to me with a screwdriver now in his hand. “Alright, you keep holding the metal plates together while I screw this in the middle to keep it together, got it, uhh what’s your name again?”

“Y/N, Mr. Stark.” 

“Hey, what did I say about the formalities? It’’s Tony.” 

“Oh, right, Tony.” I croaked. He never told me to call him Tony but I disregarded that fact. 

“Anyway, you got what you need to do?”

“Yep, got it.” He moved closer to me so now our bodies were semi touching, and then he began to screw in the piece. It was quiet while he did this. 

“Okay, now you can let go.” 

I let go and stood back from the desk a little. He picked it up, examined it for a little bit, even flicked it a couple of times then set it back down. 

“Thanks, sweetheart, you’re a real help and you know what? For your help, I’ll even make sure someone goes down and gets at least a bandaid from you.” I giggle at that. 

“Well that will for sure make my day.”

After talking a little with Tony I learned that I became good friends with him as well. This was different than I thought. Being here in a new job I would’ve assumed that I wouldn’t make any friends at all though it was quite the opposite. I would’ve never guessed that I, Y/N Y/L/N would be chatting casually with Tony Stark. 

The mans Dad has been very well known for his work since I was sixteen. If I went back to my high school and told people where I was right now, they wouldn’t believe me. 

~

The sky outside my window turned gray and then pale pink while I waited for the boring day to end. Like I had assumed it was uneventful, the only thing that had been the least bit interesting was meeting Tony and Steve. 

I slipped on my coat and turned off the lamp before grabbing my purse. As I was about to walk out of my office I heard a voice and turned to see someone who I would least expect to see here. Well today was just full of surprises. 

“Hello, I’m sorry, did I catch you at a bad time?” Bucky or James or I don’t even know his real name. We’re going with Bucky. 

I could feel my heart trying to find a way out of my chest, my breath was becoming uneven. His presence alone just scared me yet somehow made me feel some other type of way. I’ve been trying to ignore this feeling ever since I bumped into him in the hall and now I’m failing, face to face with him. 

“No, you’re fine, I just was packing things up and getting ready to go.” I hope my voice wasn’t shaking. Honestly it probably is. Shit. I’m standing in front of the worlds best assassin, how the fuck am I supposed to feel?

“I just wanted to say sorry about........”He paused and rubbed the back of his neck. “Well, the other day. I just-that was me being a dick.” 

The words sounded genuine, soft and sweet. For a minute, I forgot about all the news reporting’s of him hurting people and all the horrible images I thought of him. All of it left when he spoke those words. I could see he was nervous to say that, as well. 

My composure changed as I became less defensive. 

‘‘It’s okay, don’t even worry about it.” I assured him. 

“Yeah......no. It’s really not okay. That day was not the best day.”

“Why? I mean if you don’t mind me asking.” My curiosity was getting the best of me. With how intimidating he looked, I’m not even shocked I was asking these questions. 

“It’s a long story.”

“I don’t mind long stories.” 

He looked up into my eyes, and they twinkled with hope or....happiness? Whatever it was, he surely looked more uplifting. As if he was happy that I cared. 

“Well let’s talk it over dinner or something. Kind of want to get out of this building and eat. Don’t you?” He asked, with a smirk. 

Was he asking me out? Wait, no, I don’t think so. There’s no way when we had literally just met. Then again my experience with men is horrible, considering I’ve only had one my whole life.

“Sure,” I said deciding to clear my head and just go with the flow. 

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Night Escape

Just a random drabble I wanted to write! Hope you enjoy! (1,159 words) - - -

- Blinding flashing neon. Mumbled and mixing conversations. Groups and couples and loners shouldering their way through the crowd. Loud, bass-filled music beat and pounded the walls and entrances, daring people with racing hearts and red gazed eyes to dash inside and dance the night away. Going inside had been a mistake. At first, his loud group of friends and eager tugs had been enough to convince him he would have fun, but now that whiskey and beer were drowning their thoughts...Evan wanted out. It was like a prison, jumping and dancing bodies forming a wall between the seating area and the exit. Brian had drunkenly pulled a sober Brock put into the sea about 15 minutes ago, and Evan still hadn’t seen the two since. Tyler was the only one beside him now. Jonathan getting dragged out by Luke as his brother forced Ohm to dance, Anthony and Nogla laughing and wheezing at the bar still. Scotty and Marcel had dipped early on, insisting they needed decent sleep to get up early for a meeting the next day. John and Smitty were working behind the counter, grins wide as they watched their friends have fun at the place they worked at. Which meant Evan, who was two beers deep, and Tyler, half a bottle whiskey under his belt, were left at the messy and disorganized table. Cups and shot glasses littered the oak, torn and soaked napkins like dappled snow on the dark wood. Evan hated the heat that was beginning to soak into his jacket, too worried he’d lose it to take it off. The smell of marijuana was quickly joining the sweat that clouded the air, along with the scented clouds of smoke that brushed the ceiling as patrons vaped. The cheap, greasy pizza that had once made his cheeks hurt from smiling so hard now made his stomach churn. Acid burned the back of his throat as nausea swirled through him, making it hard to swallow as he took deep breaths to not vomit. “Evan, you don’t look so good.” The gamer glanced at his drunk friend, icy blue eyes watching him from where Tyler sat. “I don’t feel well,” Evan admitted, resting his head on the chair behind him and closing his eyes to focus on breathing. “Wanna leave? I’m bored.” The blonde man swirled his drink lazily, yawning as his gaze took in the flashing lights. “Yeah, but I don’t know how we’re going to make it to the door.” “I got this.” Tyler stood (albeit wobbly) and made his way toward the crowd, pausing on the edge to wait for Evan with a lopsided smile. The smaller was quick to get to his feet and stand beside the giant, who nodded before stepping into the sea of people. Evan was surprised when a path slowly opened up in front of them, Tyler parting his way through the crowd with ease. Music pounded his chest. The body heat and sweat increased to a sickening level, making Evan swallow thickly as he narrowly avoided hips and shoulders trying to drown him in the crowd. His stomach lurched after a particularly sharp elbow to his side, the woman not noticing or bothering to apologize before she was swallowed up again. Then they were out, Tyler’s smile bright as he held the door open for Evan. The smaller promptly emptied his stomach in a nearby trashcan, Tyler rubbing circles into his back as he attempted to comfort the ravenette. “Better?” Tyler asked as Evan stepped away from the ill-smelling can and wiped his face with his jacket sleeve. He’d wash it later. “A bit,” He answered, throat raw from the bile that he swallowed with another gag. They walked together along the sidewalk. The crescent moon sat snuggly in the blanket of the glittery sky, giving Evan some sort of comfort as he tucked his hands into his hoodie pockets. The deafening music died out behind them. The bustling streets of the small town were quiet now. Birds and critters chirped and called out in the darkness. Family-run businesses were empty, their bright colored signs blinking and fading with age. The wind whistled through a nearby wheat field, tugging the young stalks that were barely ankle-height into vigorous dances. The sound soothed Evan and his stomach a bit more. “Is that Jon?” Evan looked up at Tyler before following his gaze, expecting to see their bleached-haired friend somewhere ahead and spotting dark hair shrouded in a blue hoodie instead. They glanced at each other before nearing their friend, who has sat himself down in the dirt and mud of the field.“Hey, you okay, Jon?” The blue hoodie jumps slightly at the question, whipping around to see Evan and Tyler before relaxing. “O-oh. J-just you guys.” “Too much for you too?” Evan asked, already expecting the nod he got in return. Poor Jonathan wasn’t one to enjoy loud noises and bright lights for very long. “L-Luke t-told me we w-wouldn’t be there long. A-a-and then he gets all distracted with his-shi damned hoochie boyfriend...” Jonathan trails off, huffing before pulling his hoodie closer to him. “Can we join you?” Jon pauses for a moment, then nods, patting the dirt beside him for Tyler and Evan to join. The three of them sat there for a while, huddling when the breezes tugged at their hair. Evan wished he had gotten a haircut as the strands of night billowed and flicked in front of his face. They listened to the crickets and the birds. The mooing of distant cows and whinneys of horses. The rustling or the young plants that surrounded them and the songs of the towering trees. It was peaceful. “Th-thanks f-for sitting with me.” Jonathan muttered after they sat in silence for a long while. Evan didn’t stop the smile that pulled at his lips. “Of course. No one I’d rather sit outside and enjoy nature with than you two.” There was a pause between them. Evan smiled as he stared at the stars above them, luckily not hidden by the light pollution that smogged bigger cities. Fireflies blinked to life in the depths of the field. Blinks and shimmers of bright yellow in the pale, faint light of the moon. There was a brush of a hand under his chin, and then lips were pressing against his own. His breath hitched at the sudden contact, eyes wide as he stared at Tyler’s dimly lit face. He tasted like whiskey and pretzels. Tyler pulled away, bright blue eyes narrowed and smirking as he took in Evan’s now flustered face. “I’ve always wanted to do that.” He whispered against Evan’s cheek. Cold fingers snaked up Evan’s other side, and he turned to face Jonathan only to be caught in another kiss, this one shorter before Jon pulled back. “Bitch stole my kiss.” He hissed, pulling Evan into another kiss before he could say anything. Evan was elated.