#These headphones are going in the trash and I am going to go lay down

[emile-hides]

Caramelldansen with every second beat removed, as heard through my busted headphones

Original Audio HERE for comparison

[blackhill2245]

Oh shit!

Warnings - guns, like a bit of violence but really

Note - enjoy, not proof read so if there's anything major let me know

I sit around lazily scrolling through my phone, music full blast in my headphones. I was wearing my signature 'nobody will see me' outfit, as in a grey hoodie with stains on it from painting and my at home DIY projects, my black track pants full of cat hair.

"SWAT put your hands up!" I hear muffled through my headphones as my front and back door are kicked open. I sit up in alarm shakily taking my headphones off.

"What the fuck!"

"On the ground!" A girl screams, pointing her gun at me as the rest of her squad runs around my house. "BE careful! The basement stairs are dodgy, and you'll fall through!" I yelp as I spot two men stomping down them.

"I said on the ground!" She shouts again, thrusting her gun at me to make a point.

"Ok, ok jesus" I nod sitting cross legged on the floor.

"No lay on the ground, face down!" She shakes her head grabbing my arm and making me lay down, that was hot- wait.

I yelp as I'm roughly tossed on the floor, blushing madly because oh my God girls in uniform -

Not to seconds later, the rest of the team rushed back to my living room.

"Where is he!?" The tall bald headed one asked.

"Who?" I scrunch my eyebrows straining to look up at them, "Hey, can I sit up now?".

The bald headed one nodded at the girl, who then patted me down and nodded, "Get up." she demands, and well, who am i to deny a pretty woman?

I sat up, and they were all tense waiting for me to try to make a run for it or something, but I was just straight up confused, but also thankful I washed my hair yesterday because it would have been so fucking greasy.

"He asked you a question!" Another dude said he had black hair that actually suited him well. I wonder what he'd look like with a beard, I don't think he'd have the face for it.

"I already answered, who?" I say again looking at the bald headed one he seemed to be in charge.

"Alex Rovio"

"What type of name is Rovio?" I laugh a little but stop once seeing they're glares, "nah sorry man, I'm still confused"

They all stared at me for a while before the bald headed one started talking, but I interrupted them.

"Wait, wait, wait can I get names I mean no offense but I can't keep thinking of you as the bald one" I note a younger man laughing to himself.

The man rolled his eyes but introduced everyone, I learned the pretty lady is Chris, a very beautiful name, if I might add.

"Right sorry what were you about to say?"

"A known and wanted murderer is meant to live here" deacon states his face very serious.

"Uh well I'm on the lease but my name isn't Alex, so-" I shrug

They all exchange looks, "were going to have to bring you in for questioning, Chris took her out to the truck" Hondo instructs his team but once again before they could do as told, I interrupt.

"OH, could I feed my cat before I go? And just tell my naighbor, he's disabled and I don't want him alone"

They nod, so I stand up and just stand there awkwardly, "are you just gonna watch me?"

Chris chuckles, shaking her head she hands her big ass gun to Luka. "I'll watch her. You all head to the car"

They all file out, and I call for my cat, "psst psst, chicken!, chicken!" I call ratling his treat bag.

I hear a meow, and my shaky cat chicken stumbles into the kitchen, "Hey baby!" I coo fixing his nappy.

I place his food down reaching for my phone to call my neighbor.

"Chicken?"

I look to Chris, who has a confused look on her face, "oh I found his in the trash eating chicken"

She nods and lets me call my anighbkr, over leaving a 50 on the counter and heading back to HQ with Chris.

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After a while of discussing, we realized alex the murderer is using me as sort of a cover-up, pretending to live there so police wouldn't be suspicious or something, anyway I was sending money to him and he sent it to the actual renter who didn't know what was going on.

I didn't try to understand it, to complicated but long story short I'll need a new home, my neighbor had to take my cat to her apartment for a while, and I had to stay in the HQ for a couple hours until the team could arrest Alex as I was now in danger.

"Man," I sigh, Chris was designated to watch me, which I really did not mind. Anyway, right now, we were sitting in the boxing ring. Well, I was lying down.

"You alright?" She asks softly looking down at me, she was sitting cross legged next to my head.

Oh. My. God she's so fucking pretty what the fuck.

I realize I zoned out when I saw her smile, "Uh yea, I'm fine." I shrug, "It's a bit annoying, having to move but I've been wanting to buy a house for a while"

"What do you do for work?" She asked playing with her fingers.

"Im a firefighter, it's fun, you know? Helping people and all that" I Humm folding me arms behind my head, sighing.

"Neat job" she nods hesitating before shrugging herself and laying next to me.

"So. Chicken? What's up with him?"

"He's a wobbly cat or cerebellar hypoplasia, his brain is a little messed up, I brought him to the shelter but it was a kil one, I didn't realize until it was nearly to late, I realized he was a lot of work I was still in the academy but, I worked hard learned what I needed to then my neighbor learned about my cat and started to help out, he's so sweet just a little.... special" I rant I loved my cat to bits, and when I showed people him they were always saying mean things.

I look at Chris, noting how she was already looking at me. She laid on her side, looking at me.

"He looks like a very sweet boy" she mutters leaning down to get closer to me.

"He is," I whisper before we fall silent, sitting up as I see deacon approach.

"You're a free woman. He's caught. Just get out of your house as soon as possible and be careful" he walked away leaving me alone with Chris.

"Well, guess I'll head home"

"Wait, uh, I didn't ask earlier because I mean it would be I aptopreite, but since you're leaving and most likely won't see me again, um here" I smiled at how awkward she was being. I look st the peice of paper she handed me and realized it was her number.

"You know to call me incase somethings wrong?" She smiles bashfuly.

"I'd like that." I smile brightly, my cheeks hurting, "but... I'd like to call you, as soon as I get home, not when something is wrong"

"Well then, you'd better hurry home," she smiled once more before walking away, looking over her shoulder and giving me a cheeky smile and wave.

"Fuck me" I whisper, partially shocked and partially actually no, fully truthful.

Sighing I get home sending off a text.

'Hey, hope you have an easy rest of the day <3"

It sounded a bit awkward, but I can't flirt for my life. Immediately, there's a text back.

'Thank you, but don't jynx it, glad you git home safe ♡'

I spend the rest of the night smiling like a little school girl, giggling and kicking my feet.

[tumsa]

Dear writer, what happens after? Does Kim leave him in that gym? Do Vegas and Kim ever talk about it when sober? I demand more comfort! :D

well, i am in need of a whole lot of comfort myself, so i'll play. this is not edited in any way, so excuse typos, long sentences, and whatever else happens.

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Kim gets himself together quickly. He wipes tears with his shirt sleeve and bites his lip hard enough that it hurts. The pain keeps him grounded. Showing emotions is like being honest. It gets you in trouble. Kim knows because Kinn has replaced Tankhun, who is more astute and a lot better at detecting treachery than Kinn, all because Kinn looks more competent and is less emotional. All because Tankhun could not bottle everything up like everyone else. All because Tankhun says what's on his mind. Kim wonders if Korn has three sons just so he can swap out whatever he deems to be the weaker link.

Vegas dozes off despite the pain within minutes and stays asleep as Kim carefully cleans his wounds and places patches on the bigger ones that ooze blood whenever Vegas moves in his sleep. Kim removes the bloody shirt and throws it in a trash bag with whatever he used to clean the wounds. He considers putting the shirt in some cold water in the sink, but it's probably a lost cause already and the least of Vegas's problems. 

Kim knows he can call someone to pick Vegas up and get him home, but Vegas must have left the house for a reason. Kim decides that Vegas has had enough trouble for the day. He gathers foam mats from the room that houses leftover equipment and puts them together in a makeshift bed near the entrance. It's not a great place to sleep, but Kim wants to move Vegas only a little to prevent his wounds from reopening.

He moves purposely and efficiently until he runs out of things to do and he no longer has a task to throw his full attention at. Staring at Vegas, who is still out on the foam mats with his bruised and battered torso on display, Kim exhales shakily. In the dimly lit lights, relaxed in his sleep Vegas looks his age, barely twenty. It's easy to forget how young he is when he punches or throws Kim on the ground, when he laughs maniacally before pulling Kim closer, either for a kick or a kiss. Or when he talks about where to shoot or stab to kill someone, where to do it to make it really hurt. Make it count. Vegas is twenty and talks about torturing someone like Kim's friends talk about writing music. It gnaws at Kim and unsettles him how much he cares about Vegas. It's stupid.

Kim forces himself to turn away and find something else to do. He texts his bodyguards to let them know he won't be home. These days they don't trail him silently at his father's orders and stay away when Kim demands. Then he finds his bag, headphones and a phone charger and sits down in the tiny office room, between cardboard boxes and broken chairs. Then he spends the next few hours listening to music and talking his way out of checking on Vegas.

Nobody looks for Vegas. His phone stays silent the whole night. 

Around four in the morning, Kim can no longer keep his eyes open no matter how much he tries. He considers going home but doesn't want to leave Vegas alone. Doesn't want to be alone either. 

Carefully, to not disturb him, Kim lays down on a foam mattress next to Vegas. There's still a scent of alcohol mixed with whatever perfume Vegas prefers these days and the wound solution Kim used. This close, Kim can see he missed a few blood splatters on the cheek and chin when cleaning up the split lip. It looks painfully swollen.

Sleep finally wins.

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Kim wakes up because Vegas is making quiet, whiney noises. He's awake, sitting beside Kim, covering his face with his arms. Kim opens his mouth to ask how Vegas feels but stops himself. He wants to allow Vegas to leave while he thinks Kim is asleep. Vegas can disappear as he always does after their fights, and they can never mention this again. Kim can already imagine their next fight; Vegas will ensure Kim knows there is nothing soft or vulnerable between them, and Kim's ribs will hurt for days.

"Fuck," Vegas murmurs in English, as he always does around Kim these days. Kim guesses there's a hangover that's pounding Vegas's head and a layer of shame and regret on top of it. If their places were swapped, Kim would be mortified. 

Vegas doesn't move while Kim tries to focus on even, slow inhales and exhales. And he thinks he has the "pretending to be asleep" role under control until Vegas touches him. He takes Kim's left arm and moves it away from Kim's side. For a moment, Kim thinks that Vegas will do something insane, like stab him in the sleep, dig a grave and bury Kim with his secrets. He wonders if Vegas can feel his heart picking up the speed as he moves Kim's hand enough to lie down in its place. 

Kim freezes, only for a second, and wills himself to stay relaxed as Vegas wraps himself around Kim's body carefully, still making tiny pained noises. Once settled, Vegas presses his cheek against Kim's shirt and settles.

Kim tries to breathe normally, but Vegas can probably hear his racing heartbeat because he grips Kim's side and then pets it as to soothe a startled animal. 

"I'm cold," Vegas murmurs. "Move your arm."

Kim snorts at the audacity but obeys and moves his arm around Vegas's shoulder. "Better?"

"Much better," Vegas replies, yawning. He's unbothered with the whole cuddling situation, and Kim can feel Vegas's weight relax against his body. 

Like a kid who got away with stealing candy Kim smiles to himself and lets the even sounds of Vegas's breath lull him back to sleep. 

[peachyteabuck]

friends, romans, countrymen. i am posting this on main so people interact with it and somewhat shame me into doing what needs to be done today. all i want to do is lay in bed and drink tea and get a little stoned while i read romance novels. but i shan't! i mustn't!

must do:

finish papers: one / two / three / four / five / six / seven

go to old apt w/ R: bring trash bags + tote bags / empty fridge / take out trash / grab chewy package

update hours? + send in hours if needed

put away laundry from last night

check grocery list + plan when to order

make tea + actually drink it

pick interview outfit

plan ride deets for tomorrow

brush cats teeth: mp / reuben

clean up desk area

eat breakfast

shower

should do:

hang earrings up

put the gf's books away for them

prep sheets + pillowcases

put away clean dishes

unpack one (1) box

15 mins audio book (choose a shorter one, lol)

brush teeth + floss

rearrange bedroom so I can put up lights + switch bedside tables

wash face

do ONE SINGLE writing sprint. you fool.

unpack one (1) bag

change sheets + pillowcases

make bed

qtip ears

can do:

do a build in acnh

film a declutter video? (makeup brushes)

make a quilt block

toss old cat chair

drafts down to 275

likes down to 1400

life admin:

laptop charger on wishlist

post keyboard to fb + insta

text S - signature

send mom xmas wishlist?

figure out ku problem

pay energy bill(s) + charge 1/2

charge headphones

charge portable chargers

[kittyfairyblog]

January 12 2025

Meow meow, welcome to my Sunday edition of my blog. I hope everyone is having a good Sunday and a good weekend. Meow this time my family and I went to church. Yes we went to church and got there safely. Meow it was 40 something or maybe lower than that temperature in the morning, however it is 42 degrees right now. I am coming to you from the living room. I wore my new Naruto dress shirt to church today and I kind of felt like I was out of place there. However no one in church said anything about it. Anyway so after church we went to Walgreens to pick up my dad's medicine. Once we left Walgreens we went to Arby's to get lunch. After leaving Arby's we drove home but we stopped by Dollar General to pick up some items from the store. So once that was over we came home and got home just as my sister's family came home from town. We greeted each other and then came inside. However my sister's family went to their own house and not ours yet. Meow this neko boy is slightly distracted while writing this entry because I am trying to get things away from Kylie our dog. Anyway back to the thing at hand, I changed clothing well I changed shirts and ate my lunch in my room. I then played some Animal Crossing in my room on my Switch in docked mode on the TV. I then came into the living room and did the dishes. I first put away the clean dishes and did the morning dishes. I also took the trash outside to the carport. The mail came just to deliver packages and it delivered a package to my dad. I kept the box. Meow well once my mom and dad went to lay down for their usual Sunday naps, I went to the living room where I am now. Meow I am doing better today than I was that day that I couldn't sleep, even though I got up today at the same time or earlier. Well I don't know much else to write here. I am listening to Baby Metal on my headphones. No I hadn't taken Kylie outside on her morning walk because we went to church instead. Meow well that's it for now. I hope everyone has a good rest of the weekend. Tomorrow hopefully I will go to Adult Ballet class at 7:45 pm. Anyway that's it for real. Until next time. Bye.

[sweet-villain]

A Mix up~ E.M

Anonymous asked:

Hi I am new to your blog I hope you get this request. It is a funny cute one shot will a little angst ig.

Reader thinks that Chrissy is trying to get in between there relationship with Eddie. So of course the reader get jealous. Then plot twist Eddie overhears Chrissy talking to someone maybe a cheerleader or robin that she likes the reader now it is Eddie’s turn to be jealous. Idk I just thought it would be cute and funny.

@ceriseheaven

Angst/ Fluff

You paused in your step as your eyes locked on the Hellfire table. There in your seat, sat Chrissy Cunningham. Why? You continued to make your way over when you paused again. It was Eddie's laugh that caught your attention.

She pushed his shoulder as she laughed along with him. Your eyes turned into slits and your jaw tensed making your way to sit down next to Dustin instead.

" how was your presentation?" Dustin asked. You had worked on in and rehearsed it with him a couple of times. Eddie had heard it too. You were a wreck this morning, Eddie had reassured you that it would go well. You were the top student in the class.

" it went well' you dryly say. Eddie paused his conversation with Chrissy as he looked over to you. You had yet to greet him or even looked at him. A frown placed on his face as his doe eyes continue to look at you.

You poked your food with your fork hearing Chrissy talk to Eddie. For a moment, you looked down at yourself seeing what you wore today. A skirt, with a shoulder off shirt paired off with some boots. It was cute. But it's nothing compared to Chrissy Cunningham.

" I've gotta go, thank you for talking to me, Eddie" Chrissy says. From the corner of your eyes, she placed her hand on top of it and gave it a squeeze. Eddie thought nothing of it as what you thought.

The green monster inside of you was itching to come out.

You sighed as you stood up from your seat catching everyone's attention. You hadn't looked at any one of them since you sat. Your hands held the tray of untouched food as you walked around the table. Eddie reached his hand out to catch you but you had moved away in top, dropping your lunch into the trash as you headed out the door.

" Did something happen?" Mike asks, " is she okay?"

Eddie frowned looking at the door that you walked through. He noticed the upset look on your face when you walked in but thought nothing of it. You had done your presentation well, so what was the matter?

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You had your headphones on your head as you walked down the road to your house. Eddie was suppose to give you a ride home but you weren't going to give him the satisfaction of having the conversation where he talked to Chrissy.

You were too busy humming the song you were listening to, not bothering to hear the sound of Eddie's van driving down the road you were walking on. It halted a few steps before you but you kept your eyes straight as Eddie got out of the van and made his way over to you.

Your headphones were ripped off your head, you turned around and ready to lay a punch on whomever had done it when you noticed your boyfriend.

" What do you want, Edward?" you scoffed, putting your headphones around your neck. He eyed the look on your face and the roll of the eye.

" What's up with you? What happened at lunch?" he asks. You shrugged, kicking the rock that was on the ground like you were interesting in doing that than looking at him.

" You know you can talk to me" he says. He reached out and grabbed into your hand that loosely was in a closed fist by your side. He ran his thumb over your knuckles in comfort.

" Let me drive you home" he motions to his van.

" I can walk. I have legs" you raised your eyes to look at him. His face flashed hurt across it that you were denying the ride from him. " I'm sorry" he says, apologizing anyways even though he doesn't know what he did to upset you.

" it's fine" you answered. You were about to turn around and continue your way home when he wrapped his hand around your wrist and pulled you back around.

" I'm not letting you walk all the way home. Get in" he motioned with his head towards the van. " It's fine" you shrugged. He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.

" Sweetheart, please get into the van. I don't want to argue with you right now" you pursed your lips looking towards the road and then back at him.

" Okay" you simply said and he opened the door for you, holding his hand out to help you get in. You didn't grab it as you got in, he frowned and closed the door. He walked around to the other side and got in.

He looked over to you to only have his frown deepen when he saw you were looking out the window with your arm across your chest. His hand gripped the wheel as he started the van.

" 'm sorry" he mumbled again.

You gave him no answer as he drove you home.

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You slammed your locker door shut, hand gripping tight on your notebook as you walked past Eddie who was in a conversation with Chrissy again.

" I'm not sure if they will like me. We haven't really talked as much, they always seem in their own world when I'm around" Chrissy says as she shyly looks at Eddie. Her stomach feels like it's tied in knots and her breathe hitches when you walk past her.

" Maybe you should talk to them, offer to help study with them or ask about what they like to do in their free time" Eddie says. His heart sinks when he sees you walk past him without uttering a word.

The two of you haven't really talked as much since the whole Chrissy sitting in your spot situation.

" Thank you, Eddie" Chrissy reached over to hug him, his eyes got wide as he stood frozen in his spot. Your eyes locked with his when you turned around to look at him and the look on your face, broke his heart.

Tears sprang in your eyes when you looked at him before going to class.

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Chrissy made her way into the classroom that you had walked in. her high pony tail swinging side to side as she sat down next to you. The pencil in your hand that you had, had stopped writing when you noticed her presence.

" Hi Y/N" she greeted you, throwing a smile your way. Her heart skipped when you turned to glance at her. No emotion on your face making her sink in her seat.

" Hi Chrissy" you greeted her with a nod. She felt like that was the first step she made with you. She opened her notebook and nervously twisted the pencil in her hand as she continue to look at you.

" Do you need something?" you asked her. The class was about to start and you weren't about to have her staring at you through it. You felt uncomfortable.

" I was wondering what do you like to do in your free time?" she asks, biting her bottom lip doing what Eddie had told her. You shrugged.

" Lots of things" you mumbled, not really caring that she was talking to you. You were more jealous that she was having Eddie's attention and he wasn't giving you any.

" Oh" she shyly look down at the table as the teacher walked in.

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" Munson!" Steve greet Eddie with a pat on his back as Eddie walks into Steve's house for movie night. " Is Y/N here?" he asks, he hasn't seen you in almost a week and misses you.

" yeah, she's in the living room talking to Dustin. I thought you'd be the one driving her but she came here on her bike"

" Thought so too" Eddie walks into the living room to see you talking to Dustin on one side of the couch, a couple of moves were laid on the floor with snacks on the table. You held a bag of gummy worm in your lap.

A snack that you and Eddie shared most of the time.

" Hi Eddie!" Robin greets him with a wave. Eddie throws her a smile but it doesn't reach his eyes. His gazes falls back on you as he makes his way over to the couch.

" Hi Eddie" Dustin greets him with a wave while you were working on opening the bag of gummy worms in your hands. " Need some help?" you heard your boyfriend ask. He doesn't bother to hear your answer as he takes the bag from your hands.

" I-" he cuts you off as he opens it. Your eyes rose to meet his and the first time in almost a week, you can't look away from him. His gaze softens as he reaches up with his hand to caresses your cheek. You closed your eyes feeling his touch.

" I miss you" he whispers. You can feel his breath on your face as he gets closer. His lips brush against yours for a moment when the moment was gone when Steve's voice interrupted.

" Alright love birds, we're here to watch movies and not watch you two suck faces"

" Fuck off, Harrington" Eddie says throwing a gummy bear at him. It bounces off of him and lands on the floor. " Your picking that up, Munson."

Eddie rolls his eyes as he scoots closer to you and wraps an arm around you.

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" Wait, so this whole time it's Y/N you were pinning for? Not Eddie?" Robin asks as she stands outside the school in the parking lot. Chrissy had walked up to Robin to ask her about you and why were you so cold towards her.

She pinches the bridge of your nose, " You do know that she's dating Eddie?" Chrissy shyly looks away as she shrugs. She doesn't really know because at school you and Eddie weren't that affectionate. He didn't want you to get bullied by the others and didn't want any rumors to start about you.

" They both are into each other. They aren't that affectionate in school because mainly Jason would have a ball about it. They are very private around school. I'm sorry"

Eddie is standing around the building overhearing the conversation between and a pang of hurt runs through him. Chrissy was into you? Not him? Since when?

He didn't blame Chrissy for being into you. You were beyond beautiful.

He huffed as he pus out the cigarette he was smoking with his foot as he made his way around the corner to let them know of his presence.

" Oh Eddie, hey" Robin greets him. Chrissy turned her head as her eyes got wide thinking he heard her conversation with Robin but he doesn't say anything which makes her feel a little better.

" Hi Eddie" Chrissy shyly says.

" Hi" Eddie makes his way over to the van, frown on his face as he stands besides it and waits for you. The door opens minutes later and Chrissy turns in time to see you adjusting your bag on your shoulder as you headed out the doors.

Robin pushes her into you as she stumbles.

" Woah there, Cunningham" her cheeks flush red as she clear there throat and stands straighter. " Sorry" she says.

" You have something to tell her, why don't you tell Y/N what's going" your eyebrows knit together in hopes that Robin would tell you to get it over with.

" For the past few days..." Chrissy looked away shyly. " I have been having these feelings or this crush.." you nodded ready for her to tell you how she likes your boyfriend. " this crush on you.." she finishes.

Your eyes blink a couple of times as you process what she just said to you.

" Me? You like me?" you asked her, in disbelief. She nods as she puts her hair behind her ears.

" I'm flattered, but I'm dating someone" she nods as she looks behind her and at Eddie. " Robin told me. You two make a cute couple. He's so lucky"

Eddie watches as you talk to Chrissy and jealousy runs through him as he watches.

" Thank you. I'm sorry if I thought you and Eddie were flirting... he means the world to me and I hate to lose him" you tell her. She shakes her head.

" Eddie is a great guy but you're the one that took my breath away"

" I like flattery, it works on me. But I'm in love with my boyfriend"

She nods, " I hope we can be friends."

" I'd like that too" she lets you go with another smile as you make your way to your boyfriend who doesn't look pleased.

" What's with the face?" you motioned to it. He huffed.

" Did you know pom poms over there has a crush on me? Out of all people it was me"

He looks away with a pout on his face.

" What's the matter? Did you really think I'd drop you for her? I love you, you silly boy" He huffed out his chest when he hears the word" boy."

" I don't see no boy here, you must have the wrong person" he says causing you to laugh. You roll your eyes.

" Stop it, I can tell from the look on your face that your jealous that she is crushing on me. I'm quite a nerd. Who knew cheerleaders were into nerds?"

" I'm not jealous of anything" he mutters. You took a step towards him and wrapped your arms around his neck. " You, Munson are the only one for me."

He wraps his arms around you as he leans his forehead on yours.

" Better me and you're my nerd. My pretty nerd"

[goldenempyrean]

hi! can u do the long day scenario, with reader as a and wanda as b? extra fluff pls!!

Snuggles And Soup

Heyyyy! This is kinda shorter then I would've liked but I wanted to get this out so I can catch up on all my req's I still need to do :))

Note: this hasnt really been grammar checked so apologies for any mistakes :p

Summary: Wanda comes home to a silent house and a sick girlfriend.

Wordcount:873

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The house was silent when Wanda unlocked the door and stepped inside. How strange. There hadn't been a time where Wanda had seen the house this quiet when you were home. Usually the sound of you cooking, watching TV or just the radio would provide some sort of background noise but there was nothing. 

“Y/N?” Wanda called out curiously, hanging up her coat on the rack. 

No response. Maybe you had headphones on? That could explain it, Wanda thought to herself and she peeked her round to look into the kitchen. Jeez! Wanda stared at the messy kitchen in awe, you weren't one to ever leave a mess. Where were you? Wandering into the living room it was there where Wanda got her answer. 

Her face morphed into a small sympathetic smile as she saw you curled up on the sofa huddled underneath your weighted blanket. It was also as she got closer her smile faded as she noticed a small pile of crumped tissues on the floor next to the sofa accompanied by an empty bottle of Dayquil laying sideways on the ground. 

“Oh sweetie...” She sighed, kneeling down next to your sleeping form. It was there where she could properly assess your condition. Your closed eyes had small tired bags beneath them and your forehead was prickled with small beads of sweat fuelled by your fever flushed cheeks. She carefully raised a hand and pressed the back of her palm to your forehead then gently moved her hand down to carefully cup your cheek, you made a sleepy noise as you felt the coolness of her hand. Wanda shushed you gently but her brows furrowed at the heat coming from you.  

“What am I going to do with you.” She spoke quietly running her hand through your hair. She stood up and tiptoed to the kitchen and grabbed the small trash can. She placed it next to you and deposited your already used tissues within in, not caring about your germs. Now, all she had to do was sort out that kitchen... 

It was about an hour later before you began to stir. You tiredly rubbed at your eyes as you slowly opened them.  

“Hey sleepyhead.” Wanda cooed, looking up from her book which she’d been silently reading from the opposite sofa, “You get some good sleep?” 

“I thought the medicine was non-drowsy…” You admitted quietly with a sniffle, “When did you get- Heh-H’iischiew! - home? 

“Bless you! It was a little after 6, just a couple of hours ago.” She answered, levitating a box of tissues into your lap, “What time did you fall asleep?” 

You shrugged. Honestly you couldn’t even remember laying down. You’d woken up that morning feeling kinda rough but not terrible, it was only after you’d spent the whole day cleaning and doing chores when you exhaustion set it. It was as if everything had hit you all at once and now... Well now you just felt like utter crap. 

You groaned and pushed yourself up, your limbs and blanket dragging behind you as you trudged over to the sofa where Wanda was sat. She tapped her knees, letting you curl up on her, resting your head against her chest. 

“You know, I could’ve just come over to you.” She chuckled, slowly running her fingers down your arm. Your stomach made a small grumble betraying your efforts at hiding your hunger, “You eaten anything today sweetie?” 

The way your eyes moved to the floor was all the answer she needed. “We can't have that sweetheart.” Wanda asserted gently, reaching down to grab her phone, “You fancy ordering something in?” 

“Jino’s?” You had a small sparkle in your eyes. Jino’s was yours and Wanda’s all-time favourite takeout place. They offered so many different options and somehow managed to ensure the quality of everything was amazing. 

“Sure.” She smiled, pressing a soft kiss to your temple as she dialled the number. 

“Hello? Hi, I’d like to place an order for takeout-” You felt a prick in your nose and within a monent you had to stifle your sneeze, making your whole body shake as your tried to make zero noise. You still hadn't quite relieved your itch but it seemed you were able to hold it back, for now. Wanda mouthed a silent ‘bless you’ before continuing, “One chicken noodle soup, soft noodles and a portion of Chicken Paprikash. Yep, that’s it. Thank you.” Wanda finished up the order before turning back to you. 

You were still pawing at your nose, desperate to relieve yourself of the annoying tickle. Wanda saw your struggle and booped your nose with her finger, and that seemed to do the trick. 

You quickly turned and buried your twitching nose into your blanket, “Hih’tschiew!... Hh..H’iishiew!... Heh... Hep’tsshiew!” You groaned as you lifted your head and replaced it back against Wanda.   

“Goodness honey, bless you!” Wanda’s gentle hand moved down to tuck the strand of hair which had fallen Infront of your face back behind your ear. “Let's just cuddle until our food gets here, then maybe we can watch a movie before getting you into bed.” 

You smiled, feeling grateful for every moment that led you to this situation.  

“Sounds good to me.” 

[hyuckssunchip]

[2:21 am]

Pairings: Haechan x Reader

Words: 2K

Warnings: Language (there is almost always language in my writings), SMUT, male receiving

Synopsis:

gamer boyfriend drabble

hyuck asks you for a little late night favor in return for what you want, any time, anywhere. you take this to your advantage to have a little fun while he’s gaming. 

smut is after the keep reading

You felt your boyfriend grip your hips and drag you closer to him. Your eyes lifted slowly, barely peeking under the heavy lids, but you were met with darkness. Only the soft glow of the analog clock let you know that it was four in the morning.

“Hyuck, stop it.” You mumbled out, fidgeting away from him. But he held his grip, and held you taut against his chest, forcing you to still.

He whined in your ear, resting his chin on your shoulder. You pushed your face into your pillow trying to find the sleep that was now slipping away.

But Haechan was relentless. His hips ground against your ass, desperately trying to seek relief. He was hard against your backside, and you felt his soft pants fall on your ears.

“Stop it.” You half heartedly push him away, just swatting at his hands. “I need to sleep, you know I’ve got a big test tomorrow.” Well tomorrow being today, but you were too tired to care.

He ignored your words, landing soft whispers of kisses on your neck, finding your tender spot. You couldn’t help but let out a soft sigh at the feeling, but as soon as they came they were gone. 

His lips didn’t leave your skin for a moment, however, they became ravenous. He left wet open mouthed kisses along your neck, using his fingers to pull down your shirt for access to your collarbone. You involuntarily complied, stretching your neck for easier access. 

His lower half didn’t slow at the new movement, still pushing roughly against you.

Although you shook your head, you couldn’t seem to say the words you needed to.

“Please.” He moans into your ear, legs tangling in your own. “I can’t stand it any more.”

You huffed, reluctantly pulling away from him, but his arms locked tightly around you.

“I tried to hold myself back, I really did. But I can’t.” He leaned in to lick a stripe on your neck, stopping only to softly tug on your ear between his teeth.

“Please, let me fuck you.” He practically begs you, hands traveling along your body. 

“Hyuck. It’s four in the morning.” You tried to reason with him, words still slurred from sleep.

“I’ll let you do it to me any time, anywhere.” He promised, trying to entice you into giving him his way.

You scoff at the proposition. “You always want to fuck though, how does that help me?”

He didn’t have an argument, instead opting for silence, and a couple more kisses creeping dangerously towards your breasts. 

“Fine, but a deal’s a deal. Don’t think I’ll forget.” You mumble in defeat, to which his body immediately responds. 

You found yourself pantiless in seconds, his hand trancing down your navel to reach your mound. His fingers got busy, dancing over your clit in order to get you ready. You didn’t have much time to focus on that, as he leaned over and brought your mouth against his, taking the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth when you gasped at the contact.

He dipped the tip of his middle finger into your folds, slowly rubbing the walls of your hole, already dripping with anticipation. He forwent his usual cocky comment about you being wet for him so fast, and instead chose to line himself up. 

His pants had disappeared sometime between getting you ready and the intense make out session. He gripped his hand around your inner thigh, pulling it up to give him better access, and throwing it over his leg. 

Slowly he sank into your pussy, your walls stretching at the girth of his cock. You moaned at the feeling, making him grip your waist, proud at your reaction. You rolled your head back, against his chest as he bottomed out. Just seconds later he began to speed up, thrusting deep inside you. You weren’t used to this angle, and it had you feeling him in places you had never had him before. 

His hands continued wandering, gripping any part of your skin that he could, ultimately landing on your breast, which he so deeply loved. He tweaked a hardened nub, causing you to tighten your stomach in response.

His pants began to quicken at the way you clenched around him moaning deliciously in your ear.

“Fucking hell, do that again would you?”

You complied, not even thinking twice about the request. At the second feeling of your core tightening around his length, his hips stuttered.

“Shit, I’m close.” He moaned out, and you marveled at the sound.

He let go of your breast and chose to find your clit once again. He began rubbing you off, trying to get you to your high at the same time as him.

“Shit. Hyuck, I’m getting close.” You panted, gasping at the familiar churning in your stomach. 

“Alright baby, just a little more.” He begged, increasing his speed in both his hips and his fingers. “Come with me.”

You let go of the tension that was building up, and Haechan muffled your moans with open mouthed kisses.

After you both came down from your highs, the dark room was left with slowing pants and the soft glow of the clock.

Heachan slipped out of you crawling out of bed to grab a wet rag. When he returned, he patted you down the best he could and turned you to face him, pulling you snug against him.

“Thank you.” He whispered, leaving a soft kiss on your forehead. 

But you were already consumed by sleep.

You were laying on your boyfriend’s bed bored out of your mind. For the past forty-five minutes he had told you that ‘this was the last game’. 

All attempts of getting his attention were utter failures, as they often were when trying to pull him away from his precious game.

You rolled onto your side, staring at the back of his head in frustration, when you were hit by the sudden realization of how to get his attention. 

You decided that this was the time to take him up on his offer. Although you enjoyed that mid-night pleasure, it was time for you to take revenge on him.  

And you were almost certain that he would enjoy this as much as you would.

For a few moments you simply stood behind his gaming chair, hands gripping slightly on the soft material of the chair. You leaned down and left a small trail of kisses on his neck, rubbing your hands up and down his chest from behind.

For a moment he looked startled at your sudden show of affection, but he quickly pushed it away. “Not right now, give me ten minutes baby.”

You smirked to yourself, already having predicted his response. With your lips inches from his ear you whispered as tantalizing as you could, “Did you forget your little promise?”

He pauses, fingers tensed over his mouse while staring at the screen. You noticed the way that he gulped slightly, and his eyes shook, but you took the lack of protest as his silent agreement.

You snuck under his arms, choosing to straddle him with your arms wrapped around his neck. You were kind enough to move your head out of the way, letting him still have a clear view of his screen. Instead you continued with the kisses, which became louder and more erotic as you worked your way towards his sweet spot under his ear. 

Your head was so close to his headphones that you could hear the faint gunshots and the yells of his teammates, and you decided that you would make it your mission to give them a little show.

Your kisses got even sloppier and louder, the sucking noises became more lewd. Haechan had the decency to switch it onto mute for a moment and pulled away the best he could to give you a look, to which you returned with your own. 

‘A deal’s a deal.’ You mouthed tauntingly at him. You admired the way that his Adam’s apple bobbed as he gulped, then smiled proudly at the newly formed marks that adorned his neck. You softly traced a hickey with your finger with delight.

But that wasn’t enough, you ground yourself into his lap, causing him to let out an unwilling moan. You continued this as you connected your lips with him, sucking him into a very deep make out session, while he was still very desperately trying to keep up with his game.

You bit his lip, asking for entrance, and to your surprise he immediately abided. You laced your fingers into his already messy hair, gripping tightly at the roots. He loved the way you would tug at it, and it never failed to elicit moans from him, this time was no different. You pulled back for air, staring at his now swollen and puffy lips, that made them more irresistible than normal.

Before you could return to them you hear the loud shouts from his headphones. You found it difficult not to giggle at the way his teammates were yelling at him. He wasn’t one to back down easily, defending himself at the accusations that his gaming skills were in fact trash.

But just because you were pleased with the reaction didn’t mean that you were satisfied. You scooted back slightly, revealing the now very hard member that you were steadily grinding on moments ago. It was quite easy to slip his member out of his pants, almost as if it was trying to escape. You pumped him a couple of times, and he hissed at the sudden contact. You slid off his lap, kneeling in front of him, pushing his knees away so you could be situated between his legs.

You licked a long stripe up his dick, leaving a kitten lick at his sensitive tip. His hips lifted at the sensation, but you pushed them back down. A few more times you teased him, before you wrapped your lips around his member, going as deep as you could. You continued to bob your head, occasionally adding a soft hum which had him jolting at the vibrations.

The lewd sounds were getting louder and faster, but his grunts and moans soon took over the room. You gave one last push, deep throating him so that your nose was unbelievably close to his abdomen. At this he let go of his mouse and tangled his hands in your hair, holding you in that position as long as he could.

“Fuck.” He choked out, moaning at the feeling. “Shit Y/N you’re so deep.”

You pulled back with a pop, wiping the saliva off your chin. You stood, shimmying your pants and panties off, giving yourself a quick rub, which was unnecessary because you were so turned on from the whole situation you didn’t need to be any wetter. 

He winced at the loud yell from his headphones, no doubt his teammates complaining about his now dead player, and the fact that he hadn’t muted himself again.

“For fuck’s sake Haechan, can you fuck your girl some other time? Or at least mute the goddamn thing!”

“Shut up your just pissed cause I have a girlfriend to fuck!” He shouted back, tugging the headphones off and tossing them aside. 

You grinned, sinking yourself onto you hard on. You sighed at the feeling of being full as he failed to constrain himself. You didn’t have the chance to ride him the way you had planned as his hands grabbed your ass, thrusting up into you aggressively. 

He latched his mouth on to your neck, returning the favor of the many hickeys you had just left on his. You threw your head back, bouncing incredibly fast on his lap, the quick motions had you grunting at the impact.

You struggled to regain your breath as he continued to ram up into you, going deeper than you thought was possible in this position. He quickened his pace, as the both of your reached your highs, cumming together at the feeling.

You sat still on his twitching cock, the feeling of his cum trying to escape sent butterflies in your stomach. You sighed into his neck, regaining your breath in this comfortable position.

“Fuck we should do this more often.” He mumbled out.

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[thefanficmonster]

Sleepless Nights

Corpse Husband x Reader (Female)

Warnings: None

Genre: FLUFF, Comfort, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: During an unusually windy night, Y/N finds herself unable to sleep while her boyfriend is streaming in the other room, unaware of the terror revving outside thanks to his headphones. So, Y/N does the only thing she can in order to finally get some shuteye.

Requested by Anon. Hi dear! Thank you so much for your request, I had such a blast writing it! I’m so sorry it has taken me so long to complete and post it but here it finally is and I hope you’ve stuck around long enough to read it! If you have, please enjoy the read! Love, Vy ❤

It’s that time of year again - the city is terrorized by the loudest, most intense winds that wield the strength of a mythological creature and sound like the wails of hell’s sufferers. You may find my description of this natural occurrence rather dramatic and over the top but that’s because you aren’t here to hear and see this horror show going on. Trees have been uprooted from the ground and have fallen on top of cars, damaging them expensively. Chimneys all around are whistling hauntingly as the gusts of wind pass through them, the sound sending shivers down my spine.

Winds have never sat right with me and I often found myself lacking shuteye during the night if they were wilding outside while I tried to sleep even as a kid. My parents thought I’d grow out of it as the years went by but I never did apparently, seeing as how I’m wide awake at close to 2AM on a workday. I have to be at work by eight in the morning and if I don’t catch some z’s soon I might just show up looking like a zombie.

This is not the first time such an occurrence has happened. However, on those past occurrences, I wasn’t alone in bed, twisting and turning under the covers so I could extinguish the sound that’s violating my head. On those occasions, I had someone lying in bed next to me with his arms wrapped around me tightly or with his hands covering my ears. That person isn’t with me right now though. He’s in a room two doors away, streaming Among Us with his friends.

I’ve had Corpse ditch streams to comforting me during anxiety-inducing windstorms like this one but I can only assume he cannot hear what is going on outside since I haven’t heard a single word from him. Of course, comforting me isn’t his job and I’m not the type of girlfriend to be clingy and in need of her boyfriend to be there for her 24/7. Quite the contrary actually - I’m independent and rarely ask for people’s help, Corpse’s included. However, there’s one thing I need help with and this is it - falling asleep at a time like this. That’s a task I cannot manage on my own.

And so, against my better judgement and putting aside my embarrassment surrounding my fear, I kick the covers off me and get up, stretching my arms above my head as I walk out of the bedroom Corpse and I share and into the hallway which is pitch black as the rest of the apartment. The only light is coming from underneath the door to Corpse’s recording room but even that is so faint I can only guess it’s coming from his computer screen.

With an uneasy sigh, I make my way down the hall, flinching when a particularly strong gust of wind rattles the windows. This apartment building is old makes noises of its own on the regular, the last thing it needs is these attacks it’s now forced to endure because the weather outside is crappy as all hell. Take an already noisy building and pelt it with gusts of wind, yeah that equals a sleepless night for me.

The recording room door isn’t shut all the way as usual. Corpse prefers keeping it open a crack so he can enter and exit it without making noise in the middle of the night as to not wake me up, seeing as how I’m quite a light sleeper. It also allows me to enter and exit it soundlessly whenever I want to either bring him a snack or spook him. There’s no in-between: I either bring him something to eat/drink, or I scare the daylight out of him. The latter usually happens when he’s playing a horror game though so it’s rare which is why he hasn’t started shutting the door as to be alerted of my schemes before I give him a mini heart attack.

And so, I tip-toe my way in his recording room, squinting my eyes when I’m faced with the beaming computer screen opposite the door though it’s partially blocked by the hunched over Corpse who is still unaware of my presence. So, in order to avoid freaking him out, I deliver a couple of soft but audible enough knocks to the door frame to grab his attention.  My attempt proves successful as I see him yank off his headset and whirl around in his chair to face me.

“Am I being too loud?“ Even in the dark, I can make out the lines of his face contorting into an expression of guilt.

I give him a lopsided smile as I strut over to him with lazy steps. Just as I part my lips to speak, a strong gust of wind shakes the building, producing a wailing-like sound that immediately forces me to freeze up, the smile disappearing from my face.

Corpse’s face shifts expressions again, this time exhibiting a compassionate, comforting smile, “That’s what it is, isn’t it? You can’t sleep?” I shake my head, biting my lip as I feel my cheeks heat up. “Come here.” He mutters, opening his arms invitingly.

Without a single doubt, I come closer, not putting up a fight when he pulls me into his lap. I let my legs hang off either side of his hips, wrapping my arms around his neck as I hide my face in the crook of his neck breathing in his scent mixed with the cologne that has lingered on his hoodie and hair.

“Wait a sec...“ he mumbles, pulling away from me briefly. I’m confused for a second, but then I feel the pair of wireless headphones he covers my ears with and I give him a grateful smile, already feeling myself beginning to relax at the warmth of his body against mine and the soothing comfort of his touch. However, when the lo-fi music starts playing through my headphones - a playlist he’s complied for me whenever I have sleepless nights such as these for whatever reason - I’m a complete goner.

And so I find myself drifting off with the mixed sounds of lo-fi beats, Corpse’s whispers and his heartbeat and honestly, not to be cheesy or anything, but I’ve never heard a sweeter lullaby in all my life.

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[desb3ar]

Whitty x Reader

Something About You.

It was getting dark out. You looked at the sunset that created a beautiful glow and covered the city with its light before it disappeared into the horizon.

You were heading out of your job to get back home, you decided to walk back for today since your friends told you it was a great way to wake up in the morning. You didn’t really like walking that much because you would turn around and walk straight back to the car that you conveniently had. Though, your job was only a block away. You soon realized how lazy you might have sounded at the fact you’d waste your gas on a minute drive.

‘Walking is better they say...’ you thought as you looked at the ground as you continued on. ‘It’s not that bad until you realize how out of shape you are... I mean I’m not overweight, maybe a little chubby, I just don’t have that good of stamina, besides, it was a busy day at work. I can’t help that.’

You huffed through your nose as you dug in your pockets for your headphones. You got out your earbuds and phone. When you went to put an earbud in your ear, you heard something. You stopped for a second.

There was a dark alley right next to you. Your brows raise up in suspicion as you looked into it, squinting your eyes, half-lidded. As curious as you were, you knew it wasn’t a good idea to check in a dark sketchy alley, so you walked right along home with a spring in your step.

————————12:30 am————————

You were in the kitchen, washing the dishes. You thought you should clean up right now so you didn’t have to tomorrow. Once you were done with the chore, you dried your hands. You looked over at the trash can and saw it was nearly full. You went and threw away any more trash that was around the apartment and tied the trash bag. You got it out of the trash can and went to the door to go to the alleyway.

‘The alleyways never fail to creep me out. I live alone so that’s what's so... Unsettling about it...’ You thought to yourself as you put a hand on the doorknob, walking out into the eerie night once you opened the door.

You walked towards the end of the alleyway to your trash bin. Once you got close to it, you heard a shuffle. You froze in place. Your eyes scanning where you could have sworn you heard something in the dark.

“... Hello...?” You spoke, breaking the silence.

Silence returns.

“......... fuck.........” a voice comes. It was raspy and a bit deep, the voice distorted and hard yet soft.

You heard them step back a bit. This made you react immediately to tell them that you are not gonna do anything harmful.

“No, no wait, you can come out. I’m not gonna shoo you away...” you said with a soft tone to come off as trusting. “I promise.” You soon mentally gave yourself a slap on the forehead, regretting opening your arms to something you don’t know. ‘If I was in a horror film, I would be the first one dead...’

With some hesitation, the person stepped out of the shadows, revealing his orange sweatpants and sneakers, and a dark minty pine green jacket. The most unique feature was how he had a bomb as a head. He was tall. He seemed to be 8 feet or more. To you, he was a huge building. Making it all the more intimidating.

You were wide-eyed. Beginning to stare.

“... What are you gonna do...... turn me in.....?” He grumbled in a low tone, looking down at you.

This made you snap back in reality as your eyes widened. “Oh no no n- I— I’ve never come across anyone like you before. You just... Caught me off guard that’s all.” Your voice softened a bit from being defensive. “If anything, I don’t really have a reason to.”

He looked at you with a bit of surprise, as if he was expecting an answer opposite from what you said. Defensive and stern. You noticed the look he had and gave a look of confusion. He saw the expression on your face as well.

“.... sorry..... it’s just... you really do surprise me on how you didn’t push me away......... everyone’s like that when they see me.......” he explained with a soft tone, tensing up at the memories of the multiple times he almost got caught.

“Well, why would they...? You’re just someone— Ya know— Someone. You’re just different.”

“... Exactly. They take out anyone that’s like me.......” he said with a grim look.

The information you were told made your chest tighten and your face fill up with sympathy. Soon told him something he has never heard a day in his life.

“You can hide in my apartment as long as you need to, just to help you not get caught.” You told him with some enthusiasm.

His eyes widened, taken back from the offer. “You... Are you actually willing to let me stay....?” He tilted his head.

You nodded in response. “If they take away people just for being how they are then... Yeah. I don’t think it’s fair anyways. Come in." You smiled as you walked back to the door. With some more hesitation, he followed.

Once you both were inside, the creature looked around the house.

"You can get comfortable if you want to, I'll give you a pillow and blanket." You told him as you walked off to the linen closet.

'... A... A pillow and blanket...?" He questioned underneath his breath.

He was more used to sleep standing up more than lay down. He hasn't had a good rest in ages so this will do him some good.

Once you came back, you put the pillow on the armrest of the couch and gave him the blanket. He looked at it puzzled. After a moment he puts it around himself after figuring it out. His eyes widened a bit after seeing how comfortable it really was. Melting slightly at its warmth and sense of security it had on him. Soon he goes over to the couch, sitting down. This made him all the more comfortable as he slouched down. He looks at the pillow and grabs it. It was soft and plush, like a cloud. He soon hugs it as he began to close his eyes. Relaxation soon filled his senses.

Your face softens, smiling a bit. You were glad he can finally go and relax. But when was the last time he's ever done so? Many questions rang in your head the more you thought about it.

He knew humans were always against people that are somewhat different... But you...

It was just something about you...

If this gets anymore notes more than 50 then I'll make a part two. Hoped you enjoyed it.

[lizzielikeborden]

TUA- How You Meet

Authors Note: I am starting preferences please feel free to leave a request about what preferences you would like to see :). 

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Luther Hargreeves: You were wandering around a science and space museum with a friend. You had just gotten done with the more chemistry and experiment section and decided to go sit down in the cafe with the stars overhead. It was basically just a green screen but gorgeous none the less. Around the cafe there were exhibits of the moon and planets. No one was really around due to the time being quite early. But, there did happen to be one man in front of the moon. He looked massive compared to the stand next to him that explained what that specific diagram was about, but even to the size of the moon diagram itself. From the time you got breakfast to the time you ate it he just stood there. Your friend finished their food earlier than you and had to use the restroom so you waited there. The man still hadn’t moved, you went and stood next to him not wanting to sit alone at the table.  

“So, do you like the moon or all of space?” You kept eye contact with the moon diagram, not wanting to make the stranger uncomfortable. 

He didn’t acknowledge you at first but then he sniffled and moved his hand under his eye across his cheek, “I guess just the moon.” 

“Are you okay?” You turned toward him after hearing his voice crack and noticed how lightly swollen his face was. You felt bad that he was alone, because your food had at least taken 20 minutes and eating it was another 10 at best. So he had been there quite sometime, and he looked really upset.

“Uh yeah. I guess I am.” He smiled at you curving his lips towards mouth. He looked extremely tired and sad. But of course you didn’t know him and did not expect him to tell you his life story or even how his day was going right then. So instead you came up with the only thing you could think to do. 

“Well, I know this is crazy, but you’re here alone so I assume you’ll eventually get bored of hanging out next to the moon alone. So,” You pulled out a receipt and a pen from your little bag and used your thigh as a table, “Here’s my number, call anytime.” You passed the piece of paper to him and he took it. Your friend was sitting at the table, so you waved him goodbye and went back to them. 

Diego Hargreeves: You were grocery shopping really late at night. You had neglected to do that all day, but got bored enough at about 9:00 PM, an hour before the store closed to go shop. When you pulled up to the parking lot there were only four cars, most likely a cashier, a stocker, and one other shopper. You settled for getting a basket and only getting what you really needed. Usually you would be wide awake at night, but lately stress has been making you tired at random times. Not to mention staying up until unreasonable hours in the morning and then only sleeping 2-3 hours. You were leaning against one of the fridge doors next to the water and milk. You only needed some bottles of water, maybe pop, and milk to cook with. However you were falling asleep right against it. Until you heard a voice, 

“Excuse me.” He opened the door you were leaning against thinking you would move. He assumed you were just leaning, not sleeping. 

You felt your body move and instead of catching yourself or even being close to be able to you fell on your butt. Everything in your basket tumbled around on the floor, thought not much it looked like quite a mess. Instead of getting up to pick them up you just laid your head down on the cold tile floor. 

“Oh my god, are you okay?” The man came over and looked over you, then got down on a knee and put two fingers on your neck to check your pulse. 

“I’m alive, just extremely exhausted.” You looked at him with lazy eyes with heavy eyelids. 

“Here.” He took your hand and you squeezed his, he helped pull you to your feet and picked up your things for you. He put them back in your basket and handed it back to you. 

“I’m Diego.” Your hand was in yours again and you held it, even though it was to shake. So he shook and you followed in suit. 

“I’m Y/N.” You let go of his hand and walked next to him. 

“I hope you don’t mind, but I am gonna make sure you make it to your car at least.” He walked with you as you made your way to the self checkout.

“Thanks superman, I could really use it.” You giggled at him as you finished up. Then you took the pen from the container next to the checkout and wrote down your address and number down on the empty part of your receipt. Then ripped it off the bottom. Diego walked you to your car and unloaded all your groceries into the trunk of your car. Before he could leave you grabbed his hand and said,

“If you ever wanna check on me or anything else here’s how to find me or get ahold of me.” 

He took the paper from your hand and smiled nodding at you. He took a step back from the car and you drove home. 

Klaus Hargreeves: A groan came from behind the trash cans next to your apartment. You decided to take out the trash since the bag was ready to overflow. Though it may not have been a very smart or safe choice, you peeked around the corner. There you saw a grown man laying on the concrete, he looked pretty beat up. You took a few steps closer and noticed more bruises and blood on his skin. When you got close enough that he could see you he flinched and curled up into a ball with a groan.

“Hey, no, I’m not gonna hurt you. What happened?” You squatted down next to him and tried to coax him from his laying position that looked incredibly uncomfortable. He looked at your eyes and rolled over onto his back.

“Being sober fucking sucks.” He groaned and you reached out to give him a hand. He took it and sat up.

“I don’t think it sucks,” you chuckled, “I think whatever happened here is what sucks.”

“Hm. I guess you’re right,” he sighed and continued, “I was just walking home, no car, can’t drive. And I guess these big guys didn’t like what I was wearing because they were staring me down,” he put his hands around his eyes as if they were goggles and made his eyes big, “I wasn’t paying attention to where I was walking and barely grazed this guys arm. He lost it and then his buddies decided to join in.”

“Well, I can take you home or to the hospital. I have a car and I don’t think those guys will come back to break into my moving vehicle.” You stood up with his hand still in yours. He put his other hand on the ground and stood up letting you help him. 

“You’d really take me home?” He let go of your hand as you walked to the parking garage. 

“Yes? Of course I would. Do you want me to?” He followed behind you carefully and in pain. 

You ran over and unlocked your car, then opened the passenger side door and helped him in. You buckled his seatbelt and shut the door. Then got in the drivers side and started on your way out. 

“Where do you live?” You asked. 

“Take like two lefts from here, go straight, and it’s the first building on the right.” He pointed and made directions with his hands. 

You followed his instructions and he was dozing in and out of sleep next to you. You only lived about 15 minutes away from each other, when you arrived at his place of residency he was still asleep. 

“Hi, Uh, shit I don’t know you’re name but we’re here.” You lightly shook him on his shoulder. 

“My names Klaus, and thank you so much.” He took your hand and kissed it.

“I’m Y/N and you’re welcome. You know where I live and I know where you live so if you ever need me just ask for me at the front desk. I’ll be there.” 

He smiled and got out of his car. As you left he turned around and waved at you as you headed home. 

Ben Hargreeves: The same page hours later is where you were. You had been sitting in the back of a book store with a book you had bought trying to read it. This particular book store was quite large and had section where it was more like a library. Of course the book store was quite busy and loud with young kids picking out their first book, comic book kids freaking out over some major finds, and the people who used the computers to watch videos without headphones. With all the noise and people to look at and hear you were absolutely beyond distracted. You were about the only person in the section other than a young man with headphones on that was reading a book about a band. You were so focused on these two little kids trying to pick out books you didn’t notice someone next to you. 

“Hey, we’re reading the same thing.” He spoke out, he sounded a bit nervous but kind as well. 

When you broke focus and looked over at him he was still looking at you with a goofy grin on his face. You took a look at the book he was reading and the two of you were in fact reading the same thing. 

“Looks like we are, I think I like your taste.” You commented back at him with a smile. He looked at you questionably,

“You think?” 

“Oh well. I haven’t gotten but a few pages in, I thought this would be a great place to read considering how beautiful it is and that they sell books. But, it’s crazy everywhere here.”

“Well, if you ever want a quiet place to read, I know a good one,” he took a deep breath in, “and if you want we could read together.” 

“I think i’d like that, we should hang out and read sometime, or do anything.” You spoke with a smile on your face.

“I’m Ben by the way, and if you can’t tell I don’t have many friends.” Ben was a bit awkward and clearly nervous. He had his hand in between the pages he was on and held the book that way. You could tell his hands were shaking underneath. 

“I’m Y/N and I couldn’t tell at all.” You giggled at him and put a hand out for him to shake. He lifted a shaky hand and took it gently to shake. 

“Not at all?” 

“Maybe just a little.” You let go of his hand that you both didn’t seem to realize you still hadn’t let go. 

“Here let me write down my number and uh that place I was talking about.” He looked around for a piece of paper and a pen. The longer he was taking the more red in the face he became. You took a pen out of your bag and held out your fist. 

“Here just write it on my hand. I’ll write it down when I get home.” He took your hand gently and wrote down everything he said he would. 

“Well, I better get home and write this somewhere it can stay.” You rose from your seat and waved him goodbye with your book that was in the same hand he had wrote on. 

Five Hargreeves: 6:00 AM, a beautiful summer sun rise, and a cup of water in a coffee shop was all you needed. You had just finished writing one of the biggest papers ever and had spent all night trying to keep yourself awake. You were simply waiting for your body to crash, so you walked to the coffee shop and got a sweet treat and some water. You were the only one there, since they weren’t even open when you showed up. The bell above the door rang and the old lady who was waitressing had just started making some fresh donuts and coffee. 

“It’ll be done in just a moment.” She spoke kindly and continued to her baking. 

A young man dressed in what looked like a school uniform sat down next to you. He looked over and you and you returned his gaze. 

“Come here often?” He asked you, he turned to face forward instead of keeping eye contact. He had a light smirk on his face and he put his hands up on the table connected together by his fingers.

“No not really, do you?” You took a sip of your water and looked forward copying him. 

“Yes actually, all the time, well I used to at least. Just now getting back to being around here.” He tapped his right hand on the table, disconnecting it from the other one. 

The old woman came back over and put a mug of black coffee directly in front of him. He nodded his head and thanked her, picking up his cup he sipped at the coffee. 

“You drink black coffee? Just like that?” You questioned, you had never really seen anyone your age not put anything in their coffee.

“Yes.” He gestured toward his cup showing you that there was clearly nothing else in it.

“Hm. Never had it.” You drank the last of your water and sat the glass down. 

“Maybe you should come around here more, I’ll get you some to try.” He said looking at you again as you rose from your seat. 

“Maybe I will.” You smiled at him. 

“I know you will.” He smiled back and then turned back around.

He knows I will? What? You thought to yourself after stepping outside into the warm air. You thought he was quite weird, but that was the least of it. Just wait until the day you learned his name was Five. 

[iamjungkooked]

Mr. Min

↳Pairing: Min Yoongi x female reader

↳Genre: Romance (all fluff)

↳Word count: 4.7K

↳Rating: G

↳Warnings: None

↳Summary:

Min Yoongi is the asshole boss who keeps you late at work every night. But then you find out why and it gives you the upper hand.

A/N: I hope you guys like it!! Finally wrote something less than 5k. It has been a while for sure. Cross posting this from my other blog @iamtaekooked​. You guys have been following me on here even though i am like never on here its crazy. I LOVE YOU ALL. THANK YOU SO MUCH. I AM GOING TO TRY POSTING MORE IF MY LIFE LETS ME.

Your hand begins cramping as you finish writing the report for asshole number one Min Yoongi. Writing a report is easy, but having to write it by hand is what makes you want to strangle him. The tiny blue desk clock strikes 11 pm and once again you lose out on the opportunity to live your life. At this point, you have lost track of how many times you have stayed late at the office while your friends enjoy their weekends with dinners, movies and activities. Sometimes it’s so bad that you video call them just as you’re about to drift off to sleep.

You don’t even bother to hope to go home early anymore. Min Yoongi always finds ways to make you stay late with him. You went through the five stages of grief at first because you felt your life was being taken away from you. You even thought of threatening him with a lawsuit because he couldn’t make you work over 40 hours a week. When you did he was quick to turn the tables by offering you overtime pay-- and not a measly sum. It was money you couldn’t turn away. So, once again you let yourself fall prey to his actions.

Slowly but surely you began getting used to this so-called “routine”. Gradually, hours started fading into one another until one day you became so habituated with staying late (and to the mind-boggling pay) that Yoongi didn’t even have to come to your cubicle to hand you anything. You already asked him in the morning for your evening assignment. One would think this would be a hint for him-- but no. The man was as clueless as one could be.

Like any other night, you had an assignment, one which Yoongi labelled as important. But then again everything was important. Any task he assigned (or rather you asked for) he classified as important. You wondered if he understood what the word means because if everything is important then technically nothing is. Rather than ask him about it, which wasn’t necessary anyway you did what you were handsomely paid to do.

A sigh passed your dry lips. Once again you grabbed the pen and began writing-- this time going as fast as your wrist would allow. The ink flowed from the pen to the paper in black scribbles, hardly understandable. But you could not bring yourself to care. He would have to deal with it, and that was that.

Having written the last sentence, you capped the pen and pushed back the chair so you could go to his office. Your heels hurt from wearing six-inch pumps all day. No less would do because turns out asshole Min Yoongi had made that provision because apparently, it looked “more professional”. While walking to his office you just imagined torturing him in your mind by making him wear these fucking heels. It was slightly comical imagery but also satisfying, so much so that you could not help yourself from smiling.

You knocked on the opaque glass door as you reached his office. It was customary for you to knock once and for him to not answer. Normally you would slide the documents or whatever is needed under the door because Yoongi had specifically requested he not be disturbed. But something prompted you to stick your head against the glass door and peer inside through the clear margins. You couldn’t see anything so despite Yoongi’s “request” you turned the knob, opened the door slightly and peeked your head inside. The scene in front of you however was not quite something you were expecting.

Min Yoongi was laying back against his very comfortable looking plush leather rotating chair, with his headphones on, legs resting on top of the table and his eyes fixed with a concentration on his laptop. There were empty boxes of takeout at his desk and the whole image conveyed to you that he hadn’t actually done any work. It was an inkling, which means you could be wrong. But you would be damned if you didn’t make your presence known.

You walked inside, standing halfway between him and the door and cleared your throat as loud as you could. There was no response as expected. You walked a few steps and stopped just short of his desk, yet he still did not notice you. You looked at the report in your hand and threw it on his desk, which landed with a thud. He jumped, and finally looked at you. It took a second but the realization dawned on him. His eyes bulged like he had been caught red-handed and you noticed his adam’s apple bob as he gulped hard.

He hastily took off his earphones and straightened in his chair. “I thought I told you not to disturb me”

“I am sorry, did I ruin the fun?” your brows knit together.

“Do you have the report?” he asked instead.

You look at the papers on his desk and then back at him to make him aware of it sitting in front of his eyes.  

He fumbles with the papers and picks them up. While he’s busy scanning the papers you take in the state of his desk. One side is completely neat with all the binders and files organized, and the other is just filled with trash. As you’re busy studying the contents of his desk, you notice the name of your client’s company on one of the papers. Curiously you reach towards the file, Yoongi still busy reading your report. You scan the pages and realize without even having to read halfway through it that Yoongi had already finished the report and it was marked with yesterday’s date, which means he already sent it to the client.

“Do you care to explain this Mr. Min?” your fingers curl into a fist around the papers.

His eyes widen once more. “Oh shit” he mumbles-- a deer caught in the headlights expression on his face.

He sighs, dropping your report on the table. “Oh fuck” he rubs his forehead. “It’s nothing,” he says with a straight face just a moment after looking like he’d been caught.

“It looks like you already completed the report. Why did I have to do it if you already did it?”

“I wanted you to” he’s quick to reply.

“I am sorry Mr. Min but that is not a good enough explanation. I stayed here even though I did not have to. I find it unfair that I have to do work that has already been done-- and that too by you. I doubt you don’t trust yourself with work”

“That’s enough with the questions” he replied curtly.

“Wait a minute” you look back at the pile of papers on his desk and find a presentation he had asked you to make for him a week ago. However,  the date this presentation was printed was a week before that which means that once again he made you do something that had already been done. Sensing a pattern you decided to confront him right then and there.

“Pardon my french, but why the hell have I been doing work that had already been done?”

Yoongi sighed once more, but this time he sounded more defeated than the first. “Look, I can’t give you an explanation you will like. There isn’t one. But I’ll tell you the truth”

“Good” you fold your arms across your chest.

“You won’t like this either but I asked you to stay late because I wanted you to be here with me. I never got used to working late at night. Something about being alone always irked me, so I started keeping people around. It’s not right, I know” he’s quick to justify just as he noticed you opening your mouth to speak. “Trust me, I know. But then when Brian left and you joined, I knew that I needed you around. So I started asking you to stay late. Turns out, I liked your company more than I have liked anyone else’s so I even started paying you to stay late, which I have never done either” he finishes, The only problem is he doesn’t sound sincere enough. It’s like he’s telling you for the sake of telling you.

“I am sorry Mr. Min but you are not a child. I can’t be putting my life on hold just so you don’t have to be alone at night. Do you have any idea how many occasions and opportunities I have missed in my life because of this? I couldn’t attend my best friend’s graduation, I couldn’t be there for the birth of my nephew because I was here slaving away. To think it was for nothing is terrible. You should really say sorry” you glare at the man, demanding an apology you know you deserve because it doesn’t matter how much money you got paid. It won’t compensate for the memories you could have made.

He purses his lips. “I won’t” he shakes his head. “I know it’s wrong but I don’t say sorry”

You scoff. “You’re an asshole”

He shrugs as if your remark doesn’t bother him in the slightest. “Be that as it may. I did what I did because I like having you around. In fact, I did it because I like you and I am not ashamed of it”

Under normal circumstances, you probably would have been flattered and even blushed at having been confessed to. But these weren’t normal circumstances and on top of that, it was Min Yoongi.

“How about this-- you can go home early for all of next week” he offers.

It actually makes your blood boil because he thinks he’s being generous. But even if you gave him a wide berth, this wasn’t even cutting it close “All of next month actually” you counter, determined in your own way to make him apologize for his actions.

He considers it. A few beats of silence pass as both of you continue to stare at each other. “Fine” he agrees.

“Good.” you say shortly, before turning on your heels and heading towards the door.

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Yoongi ends up keeping his word for the whole of next month. If it were up to you, you would have asked him that you will never stay late. But after your anger had died down in a week or so, the rational part of your mind convinced you that the money was too good. And it was. So you didn’t try to extend it.

In that one month, however, Yoongi was being awfully generous towards you. You figured it was his way of making up for his actions.

After a week of your heated conversation with him, you found a bouquet of flowers at home addressed to your best friend. There was no name on it. It turned out you did not need a name, because one you knew whose handwriting it was and secondly, the apology was enough for you to know who they were from.

I am sorry y/n missed your graduation. I realize she should have been there with you and it is my fault she was not. I can’t turn back time but I hope these flowers and this small gift make up for it. Congratulations on your achievement.

Accompanying the flowers was a generous gift, one which could have only been given by Yoongi. A full spa weekend with your best friend. It was an all-inclusive offer.

It felt like he was bribing you to forgive him. But even if that were the case, you felt you deserved this and you would be damned if you let it go to waste. If this is how he wanted to apologize, then so be it. In a way, he was giving you the opportunity to spend quality time with Hana.

Hana was ecstatic. “Isn’t it sweet?” she said dreamily.

You couldn’t help but scoff. “It’s not sweet. It’s what he should be doing. Not this exact thing per se. But he needs to be making up for what he did and he is” you reminded her.

“Fine” Hana was quick to give up because even she knew not to argue.

To apologize, at the end of the month Yoongi also ends up giving you the biggest client. This one you feel conflicted about because you can’t discern his intention. So you do the only thing you can. You went charging to his office to demand an explanation.

Maybe he heard you coming but before you could even open your mouth after entering the room he was already speaking.

“I know,” he says as he gave you one glance before focusing on his laptop as he typed away. “I gave you a client because you deserve it. Trying to make up for troubling you is also part of it, but it’s mostly because you deserve it” he explains without sparing you another glance this time. “It just so happens Karla likes you and I think you can understand each other well as women. Not to mention you have great marketing skills that Karla’s company could use” he finishes speaking and the sound of keys clacking stops as well. He gives you his undivided attention. “So” he joins his fingers in a steeple, elbows resting on the desk. “What do you think?”

You don’t even give it a second of thought. “You made a good decision Mr. Min” corners of your lips curve in a smile.

“Of course I did” he reciprocates your smile. “I never make bad decisions” his smile grows into a knowing grin.

You catch the sarcastic play on words. “I wouldn’t be too sure of that”. Your gaze lingers on his a second longer before you nod and turn away to leave.

Just as you reach for the door, he speaks.

“Do your best”

You turn around and give him a curtsey nod. “You bet I will”

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You’re back to working late nights, but this time with Yoongi in his office on actual things that matter.

You and Yoongi have been working on a pitch for Karla’s company to convince them to change their branding. You work late hours into the night as usual. You flirt here and there, but nothing major happens as you both keep it professional(ish). There are a few laughs exchanged, a couple of longing gazes, moments so thick with tension you could practically taste it on your tongue.

You lean over to look at Yoongi’s list of ideas, but unknowingly invade his personal bubble-- that intimate zone only reserved for significant others/spouses. You get caught up in the moment as you look at him, and he looks at you. For a moment you think he’ll kiss you. But instead, he clears his throat. “I’ll be back” his voice is a whisper.

He gets up hurriedly and leaves, clearing his throat all the way to the door.

You watch his figure disappear behind the opaque glass door.

“Keep it professional” you chide yourself with a shake of the head.

You focus back on your notes, flipping through the pages trying to put a concept map together.

A draft of air hits you and you look in the direction to find Yoongi opening the door. He walks in a few feet, one hand hidden behind his back.

Curiosity piqued and you offer him an inquisitive look. “What are you hiding Mr. Min?”

Wordlessly, he brings his arm forward. In his hand is a bouquet of baby’s breath flowers.

“How did you-” you start.

“I know” he erases the distance between you as he stops just shy of invading your intimate space and holds out the flowers.

You reach for them. “Thank you. But how do you know I like these?”

“You said it” he mentions.

“I did?” you look at him puzzled.

“Two nights ago. We were talking about using florals to brighten up the aesthetic for Karla’s company and you mentioned baby’s breath is your favourite flower”

“ I don’t even remember saying that” you shake your head, almost in disbelief that he remembered. “You actually remembered?”

He nods. “I remember everything you say” he replies“ no matter how sharply you put it” he adds with a chuckle.

At a loss for words, all you can do is stare at the man filled with a foreign feeling.

“Thank you” you finally manage to say.

“You’re very welcome” his lips curve into a smile.

He returns to his seat while you place the flowers on his desk as gently as you can. Once he’s seated you take the opportunity to ask. “Mr. Min” you address him.

“Yeah” he looks at you in a way that makes your heart race faster.

“Why did you give me these?” it feels like the incessant urgent know has been satisfied and you feel relieved.

He shrugs. “I don’t know. I guess I wanted to” he looks down at the papers in front of him. A few moments of silence pass as you continue studying him while he keeps his gaze downcast. “An-anyway let's get back to it” he quickly changes the subject.

You nod. Under the dim lighting of his office, for the very first time you notice how handsome he looks. His skin looks like porcelain, his eyes glimmer with a hint of golden flecks around the irises. His lips look buttery soft. You bite back on your lip as you realize how much quicker you’re breathing.

“Is something wrong?” Yoongi questions as he looks up at you.

You vigourously shake your head. “I just— I am sorry”

“I caught you staring didn’t I?” he responds but it’s not really meant to be a question. “I don’t mind. I like the attention” he winks.

Your eyes widen. “I— I wasn’t” your attempt at denying it is futile and even you know it. But you have to at least attempt to save face.

“If it helps, I actually think it’s cute” his lips upturn in a playful smile.

You keep mum, considering there is nothing to say. Even though you don’t speak, the smile on your lips says everything Yoongi needs to know.

You hear him softly laughing and you can sense him just shaking his head. Then you hear something and you aren’t sure if you hear it right but it sounds an awful lot like “you’re cute miss y/n”

You end up spending another hour brainstorming ideas. After that last exchange between you, you thought you couldn’t concentrate. But you did. And once more you flirted a little, exchanged gazes, and avoid as hard as you can to pay no mind to the vibe between you.

“I think we should call it a night” Yoongi stretches his arms over his head with a groan. “You’re tired too”

“Okay” you start gathering all the papers into a pile.

“Don’t worry about this” he waves his hand in a dismissive manner. “I’ll do it. Start getting your stuff together. I’ll drop you off”

“You don’t have to” you reply, the burdensome feeling coming on. “I can go home”

“Did I give you a choice?” he narrows his eyes at you. “Just because I got you these flowers, and that spa day and gave you Karla doesn’t mean you get to tell what I have or don’t have to do. Got it” he sounds a little stern, but in a way where he’s being thoughtful more than trying to be a jerk.

“Yes, Mr. Min” the meekness in your voice surprises you. As you stand in front of him you cannot understand what brings on this sudden submissive attitude. But you have already agreed and something tells you Mr. Min won’t take no for an answer.

“I’ll be right there” he motions to the door with his head, indicating that you should pack up.

“Okay” you pick up the bouquet and quietly walk out of his office.

The walk back to your desk is filled with mixed emotions. A fluttery feeling floats in your stomach, giving you the perception that your head is spinning. You almost stumble as you reach your desk. You realize you’re breathless as you grip onto the edges of the desk to steady yourself. “Shit. So much for keeping it professional” you mutter while you grab your bag. You sling it over your shoulder. You gather the flowers in your hand as you wait for Yoongi.

Moments later he’s coming out. “Ready?” he asks.

With a dry mouth and dizzying intoxication brought upon his presence all you do is nod.

“After you.” he says.

Maybe he isn’t an asshole after all.

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The sounds of crickets chirping in the silence of the night help shroud some of your thoughts. But not enough apparently because merely Yoongi’s presence is enough to send you in a tizzy. It’s maybe only been about five seconds since Yoongi stopped in front of your house but it sure feels like hours.

“Umm” you’re the first to break the silence. “Well, thank you for the ride an-and for these flowers”

“You’re welcome” comes his quiet voice.

You unlock the door, one foot already out of the door.

“Wait” his hand on your forearm stops you.

You turn to look at him. “Yeah?”

“I actually brought you these flowers because I was going to ask you on a date” he confesses.

“Oh” is all you can manage. You don’t know what else to say.

“So, will you…?” he sounds unsure as he says these words, almost like he himself doesn’t know.

He sounds sincere enough. But as it stands you have two choices: give in easily at which point you may as well give up any hope in future of asking him for anything. Or you could just play hard to get so he knows it won’t be easy.

“I’ll think about” confidence flows through your voice, and along with a coy smirk on your lips.

Yoongi’s previously solemn expression is replaced by a crooked smile. He studies you quietly, making you wonder what he’s thinking. “I’ll give you five minutes”

“No. If that’s how long you think it takes to figure out whether I want to give you a chance, then my answer is no”.

“Fine. How long do you want?”

“It’s not about long I want Mr. Min. It’s about how long you are willing to wait” and without hearing his response you exit the car.

All Yoongi can do is stare at you open-mouthed-- stunned and in utter disbelief.

You didn’t know Yoongi would wait for two whole months. You didn’t expect him to keep it professional between you either

You also didn’t expect Min Yoongi to come to your desk at 2 pm and ask you to look over the designs for one of your clients.

“You look lovely today y/n” he stops next to your desk, holding out a file for you.

“I always look lovely” you take the file from him, dismissing his compliment because you’re sure he’s just buttering you up into doing something for him. Not that you wouldn’t if he hadn’t said anything.

“I mean it” his voice softens as he recognizes your disbelief. “Blue looks good on you’” he motions to your blue blouse, and looks you straight in the eyes. He doesn’t even flinch-- which means he actually probably means it.

You certainly don’t regret picking it out anymore. “Thank you”

“You’re very welcome.” he adds with a smile that stretches into a grin. “Oh and can you look this over. Please and thank you”

“I will” you nod. “Question for you”

“Anything” he half sits on your desk as he awaits your ask.

“Did you come here to give me the file or to tell me I look good?”

“I came here to tell you, you look beautiful if what you’re after is my motive” the corners of his mouth turn up in a soft flirty smile.

“I am. But I’ll also look at this” you gesture to the file in your hand.

He acknowledges your response with a nod as he turns around and starts towards his office.

“Mr. Min” you call out and he turns around. “That suit looks great on you”

It takes him a second to comprehend your words, but as soon as he does, he’s back to smiling. “Thank you y/n”

Just as easily he struts away, just as easily everyone around you is stunned into silence. It looks like a comic scene as everyone looks at Yoongi’s retreating figure with mouth’s agape.

“Did he flirt with you?” one of your coworker’s peers over the divide between your cubicles.

You look up at him. “Yes he did”

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At 4 pm, you walk back to his office with your notes on the changes that should be made. You knock on the door once. He doesn’t answer so you take it as your cue to enter.

“Here are the notes” you hold out the file as you stop just in front of his desk.

“It’s already done?” Yoongi is forced to look up his work.

“Yes and yes”

“Okay. You can leave it on the desk” he goes back to his work.

You wait for him to catch on. But he doesn’t. So you start towards the door.

“Wait” he calls out. “Yes and Yes?”

You turn around, feeling giddy with anticipation.

“What’s the second yes for?” he looks at you puzzled.

“I guess you don’t want to go on that date anymore” you quirk a brow.

He closes his laptop and leans back in his chair. “Took you long enough”

“You reap what you sow Mr. Min”

“Is that right?” it’s rhetorical of course but you nod anyway.

He chuckles. “Let’s go “ he grabs his coat from the back of the chair and swings it around and on his shoulders.

You look at him puzzled. “Right now? What about work?”

“First, I am the boss so I make the rules and I say we go. Second, I made the mistake of offering you five minutes of time to make your decision. You really think I am going to give you a day or two for this date”

You can’t help but laugh. “In that case Mr. Min, let’s go”

He heads to the door first as you follow “After you” he opens it and you’re almost out of the door when he shuts the door. “Wait. I have to do something” he pulls you to himself, supporting you by the waist as he presses his lips to yours.

Maybe time stops when his lips meet yours. But the flutter in your stomach only intensifies. You feel weak in the knees. You hold onto the nape of Yoongi’s neck as your legs begin to tingle. Yoongi’s hands rest on your sides, and gently make their way up to cup your cheeks. You moan into his mouth, as his tongue dances against your lips.

Yoongi keeps his eyes slightly open as he pulls back for air. He wasn’t sure if he was dreaming so he held onto you tighter, causing you to become aware of the contour of his body flush against yours. “I am sorry if I took you by surprise” he’s slightly breathless and flushed. “I wasn’t sure how the date would go and if I would get the chance to do this. If you don’t want to go anymore” he stops to lick his lips. “I would understand” he finishes.

“So you’re not an asshole after all” you look at him through the curtain of your eyelashes.

He raises a brow at you silently telling you to consider your wording as if you're treading on thin ice. “I am still your boss”

You shrug. “You lost the upper hand when you asked me out”

“I knew I liked you for a reason” he says while he takes a tiny step back to give you space and time to collect yourself.

“I think I might fall” your breathless voice takes you by surprise.

“You already have” he curls his fingers around yours.

Hand in hand you walk out of his office, causing ruckus in your wake as your coworkers gawk in disbelief at your departing figures. Because how could Mr.Min be acting like this? More importantly, how could Mr. Min be smiling like an absolute idiot.

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[thesmokingguns]

What are these?

Word count:912

FT: Kelly Nickels (present day) X You

Summary: Cassette tapes feel like a relic of the past but your packrat boyfriend keeps all the relics he has collected. Almost 60 years of stuff in a garage, half of it you don’t think has a purpose. Trying to find something you find all his tapes and a battle of the ages starts.

A/N: This feels like a crackfic but I was talking to my parents a few weeks ago about things that I just couldn comprehend. Like how an operator would know when and how much money you needed to add into a payphone or making a phone call and not using an area code or how I understood what a cassette was but I don’t think I ever used one. Then the wonderful @littlemisscare-all. Was talking about about a fic with present day Kelly and I wrote this. I hope you like it 

Tag List: @thenobodies-inc , @littlemisscare-all , @that-80s-chick @agroupiewhore , @ayablackwood

The garage was like a very dangerous game of Tetris thanks to your boyfriend being the biggest pack rat in the world. A yelp escaped your lips as you slipped, a box tumbling down along with you, spilling out in the driveway. If Kelly hadn’t saved every scrap of paper from the 80s on maybe you guys would have found the old photo albums that you had been looking for where he could prove to you that he had done the stuff he said.

“What are these?” you looked around at the spilled content of the box. PIcking up the clear item with ribbon wrapped inside. You stacked them back into the cardboard box moving to carry it into the house.

Kelly was digging through the closet, wondering why you had so many dresses when you seemed to only wear yoga pants and a bad attitude most days. As he was cursing your existence you walked in dropping the box onto the bed.

“Do you have a video camera? I want to watch these old tapes.” his eyes tore from the closet to where you were digging through the box. There was no way he was going to let you watch any tapes that you found laying around. Though he probably did look good in them.

He froze when he saw you holding up the object that you were wanting to watch on a video camera, his eyebrows furrowing together.

“That is a tape cassette. You know, to listen to music on.`` The blank look on your face made him realize you had no idea what it was. “You’re kidding me right? This is one of your bad jokes where you just try to make me feel old. Even though you’re turning thirty this year.” the way you grimaced at the reminder of your age made him smile.

“Bold calling me old when you’ll be 60 at the start of the new year.” his smile faltered, narrowing his eyes at you, “So this has music on it? Does it sound different like a record does or is like a CD?” you asked, flipping over the cassette.  

Kelly shook his head, digging into the box and pulling out a square metal box with foam headphones. You tried to remember the last time you used headphones with the band over your head or even with wires. He opened the back, tsking when he saw the spot didn’t have batteries. He grabbed your hand and pulled you out of the room and into the kitchen where he was digging through the junk drawer putting batteries into the back. He put the cassette tape into the device moving to put it over your ears.

He held up the walkman hitting the play button. You chuckled as music played through the shitty headphones, your hands going to hold them over your ears. It didn’t have the crackle of a record or lightweight easy portability of a CD.

“Skip this song.” you yelled out. The music fast forwarded and you were halfway through the next song, “The tape is messed up. It skipped the first half of the song.” The tape slid back to the ending of the first song, “Are you messing with me on purpose? Do you just need to find the groove of something?” Kelly gave you a look of frustration.

“You have to just fast forward and rewind until you find the song,” he explained. You pulled the headphones off, shaking your head as you handed him the headphones back. Kelly gave you a look, “Say it. Say your mean comment. If you hold it in, it gets twice as mean.” biting your lip you took in a breath, turning to him.

“Kelly, those are the most useless things and you’ve been carrying them around for my entire life, maybe longer. Why wouldn't you just listen to a record or buy a CD or you know, just have a music account like everyone else in this century!” you asked, throwing your hands up in the air.

“You’re the one who digs around in the garage and wants to play with all the things. Also want to point out that you collect records and you used to call the Vinyls with an S!” the way your cheeks turned pink in embarrassment at the memory let him know that he was winning this round.

“You want to play dirty, Kels? How about you getting an Instagram? Hashtag Am I doing this right? Heart emoji, beer emoji, pirate flag emoji, how about just adding another seven emojis to make it an even ten? That's what all the kids are doing.” The smirk he was giving you as he set the walkman down, going over to you and wrapping you in his arms.

“Oof, heart broken emoji, grandpa emoji, white flag emoji...I have seven more to use right?” he teased, laying a kiss on the side of your lips. You were melting in his arms.

“How about kissy face emoji? Red Lips emoji, bed, eggplant, peach, two water emoji?” his eyebrows raised as you headed back to the bedroom, stopping when you saw the box of cassettes there, “But first, these are going in the trash.” His mouth fell open, and he grabbed the box from you.

“I’ll put them away, ma chere. No need to throw away things.” You rolled your eyes watching him walk back into the garage. He was your packrat and you loved him,

[muchadoaboutbucky]

all the time in the world | oneshot

PAIRING: Bucky Barnes x Native American!Reader WORD COUNT: 3,954 WARNINGS: slow burn, eventual smut, fluff, minor injury NOTE: Imagine if Bucky hadn’t been injured in Civil War and went on the run with everyone else. The reader’s face claim is Crystle Lightning. I also used Sebastian’s “Destroyer” look for inspiration as well. Enjoy!

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It’s been six months since Siberia. Six long, rough months of dodging the government and living off the grid. No phones, no computers, no connection to the outside world other than the daily newspapers you manage to pick up. 

Living in close quarters isn’t the easiest. The jet doesn’t have the best sleeping quarters, just five open bunks on the lower level. The other two have become storage, a cluttered mess of papers and empty weapons boxes and ammunition that has yet to be organized. 

It doesn’t help that you and Bucky have become a little more than friends.

He’s become different since you went on the run. He’s quiet, broody, and absolutely merciless when it comes to getting a mission done. To say the sight of the former assassin taking down the bad guys with nothing but a couple weapons and his bare metal hand doesn’t get you all kinds of riled up. 

The five of you have just finished up a weekend in Portugal. A weapons bust had gone almost perfectly to plan, with the small exception of you getting a bullet graze on your thigh from one of the barely-alive arms dealers on your way out the door. You’d hit the ground hard, and before you could say anything or make a move to recover, Bucky scooped you off the ground and took the fire escape all the way up to the roof and into the jet without a second glance back.

Fortunately the medical bay’s been fully restocked, and Nat quickly gets you on the examining table while Sam takes off, the jet’s cloaking technology vanishing instantly into the dark three-am sky.

“Suit off,” Nat directs, reaching into one of the storage cupboards for a prepped cleaning kit. You strip out of your suit, wincing as the fabric grazes your wound. Natasha bends to examine the wound, gently pressing along the edges with a gloved finger.

“No stitches, please,” you mutter.

“Nope, you won’t need those.” Nat grabs an antiseptic wipe. “Just some bandages and you’ll need to take it easy for a couple days.”

You grumble. “Gross.”

“Could be worse.” Nat dabs the antiseptic wipe along the thin red line of your injury, and you wince, trying not to jerk away. “So… you and Barnes, huh?”

You frown, glancing down at the shimmer of her red hair. “What?”

She chuckles. “He carried you outta there like his ass was on fire. You two’ve been dancing around each other for a couple months.”

Your cheeks flush hot. “We just… it’s complicated.”

“How complicated can it be?” She smiles. “Two people like each other, they go out on a couple dates, maybe they fall in love.”

“It’s not like we have a lot in common,” you explain. “It’s just fooling around, right now, at least.”

If ‘fooling around’ counts as the time he pinned you up against the side of the jet and kissed the shit out of you with his thigh between your legs… or the time he’d waited for everyone else to be occupied with organizing the weapons closet before tugging your panties aside and sliding two fingers deep inside—

“You don’t have to bond over all the bad stuff.” She tosses the wipe into the trash and peels the wrapping off a patch of gauze. “Maybe you have small similarities. Maybe you both like chocolate, maybe you used to go to the same park as kids. It’s the little things.”

As slick and smart as she is, Natasha has no idea about the dirty things you and Bucky have done in the dark.

“I’m just not sure it would work.” You peer down when she lays a pair of large Band-Aids over the patch of gauze. “He’s a little more rough around the edges than I am, he’s still adjusting to this whole modern-life thing, I’m not sure saying ‘hey, you wanna be my boyfriend’ in the middle of it would be smart.”

Natasha rolls her eyes. “Oh please, he knows what he wants, he’s just afraid to ask for it. Men are like that.”

The privacy curtain slides back, and you and Natasha look up so fast you both nearly get whiplash. Bucky’s standing there, eyes wide as he takes in the full sight of you sitting on the table, clothed only in a plain black bra and panties. 

“Oh.” He swallows, and his cheeks flush bright red. “Never mind, I was just—”

Natasha grins. “Barnes, if you have something to say—”

The curtain swishes shut, and the heavy tread of his boots fades away. You giggle, raising a hand to cover your mouth. He’s never seen you this degree of undressed before, much less seen a naked woman in the last several decades. 

“Teach him how to knock,” Natasha jokes, sweeping the used kit into the trash and tugging her gloves off. “I’ll grab you some clothes, we don’t need all the men stroking out from seeing a pair of boobs.”

***

You emerge from the medical room dressed in a pair of pajama shorts and a tee shirt. Steve and Sam are settled comfortably in the pilots’ seats, and Natasha herself has changed into flannel pants and a one of the tee shirts she’s stolen from Sam. 

Bucky’s nowhere to be found.

“We’ll find somewhere to land in a couple hours,”  Steve says, glancing back at you. “How’s your leg, kid?”

“Hurts, but I’ve had worse.” You offer a smile before turning to Nat. “Where’s Bucky?” you ask her silently. 

“Downstairs,” she replies, the corner of her mouth turning up into a little smirk. “Alone.”

You roll your eyes, cheeks burning as you head to the descending ladder for the lower level. Bucky’s sitting on the floor, earphones on, eyes closed. He somehow hears you approach, because he opens his eyes and reaches up to pull the scuffed headphones off and pause the old cassette player clutched in his left hand.

You’re so used to him being big and strong and dominant. Now he just seems… weary. A side you don’t see very often.

“Hi.” You slide down to sit next to him. “It’s late, Nat and I are going to bed, you should wash up and get some rest.”

“I’m not tired,” he replies softly. 

“Are you worried about walkin’ in on me half naked?” you ask, reaching up to run your fingers through the longer hair at the top of his head. Since almost shaving it off, it’s grown back, and he almost looks like he used to back in his time.

His cheeks flush. “You were a little more than half naked.”

“It’s not a problem, I didn’t mind.” You rest your head on his shoulder. “You look exhausted, you should really get some rest.”

“I’m not tired.” Bucky sets the cassette player and headphones on the floor next to him. “Been trying to get some alone time with you for a long time, and tonight when you went down… I just got a lot of ‘what if’s’ goin’ on in my head.”

You hum. “I’m fine. My leg hurts and Nat’s gonna kill me if I don’t take it easy, but—”

“I wanna take you somewhere.” He turns to face you. “I hate dancin’ around like this, and I get that it’s risky for us to be… involved, or whatever we’re trying to be, but…” he swipes his tongue over his lower lip, “I think we deserve one night where we aren’t gonna be sleeping in these stupid bunks. Just you and me.”

You wrap your fingers through his warm metal ones. “We do have that tent in the storage cupboard… we could make a camping night of it?”

He sighs. “I want a real bed. In a real… house, or hotel, or whatever, but I wanna be alone with you. We deserve that, we’ve been playing back and forth for the last six months and I’m tired of it.”

Smiling, you press a gentle kiss to his cheek. “What else do you want?”

He lets out a soft breath before tipping his head back against the wall. “I wanna make love to you, and I can’t do that in a stupid little bunk where three other people can see us.”

You stifle a flustered giggle in his chest. “We can still fool around, Bucky.”

He grunts, dissatisfied. “Can’t you pretend your leg is worse than it is and they can drop us off somewhere?”

“I don’t know, they’ve seen me walking just fine.”

“You could be in shock and not know how bad it is.”

“Bucky.” You slide onto his lap and cup his face. “I’ve been in shock before, several times, and I’m not in shock.”

He smiles lazily, skimming his hands up your sides. “Really? You look a little cold.”

“Because we’re at fifteen-thousand feet,” you kiss him softly, wincing when your bandage pulls, “and Sam’s slacking on fixing the temperature regulator.”

“Maybe I should take you somewhere with a fireplace.” He peers at you through the dim light. “I could do a lot with that.”

“Oh yeah?” You run a finger over his cheek. “Like what?”

He grins wolfishly. “Put some blankets out in front of the fire… get you all warm and toasty before I make love to you.”

You bite your lip, shifting on his lap. “Bucky…”

“Hmm?”

“Hearing you talk about making love to me isn’t making the fact that I really want that right now any better.”

He chuckles. “I can be quick, you know that.”

“I’m not having our first time on the jet floor.” You stand up, pulling on his metal arm. “Come on, let’s get some sleep.”

He stands obediently, eyes raking up your bare thighs and the bandage on as he rises. “You know, you look really hot with a bandage on your thigh.”

“Oh, so you’re glad I got shot?”

“I didn’t say that.” He wraps his arms around your waist. “I mean I like seein’ you with things on your thighs. Holsters… those thigh-high socks you wore a month ago, that made me…” he shivers and digs his fingers into your hips.

“Freak,” you giggle. “Bucky, if you don’ let me go...”

He raises an eyebrow. “Yeah?”

“Mmm.” You slip a teasing finger into his belt.

He grins, slowly backing you up until your shoulders press against the steel wall. In a playful attempt to duck away, you try to slip just to his left, and warm metal wraps around your arm, pinning you firmly in place. 

“Hold on,” he mutters, “you think you can just do that and walk away?”

You let out a long, soft moan when he presses his lips to yours, stepping up so close you can feel the firm heat of his body. Your fingers twist in his shirt, and he slots a knee between your thighs, careful to avoid your injured one as flesh fingers twist into your hair. He hums when you give an instinctual push of your hips against the rough fabric of his pants, and you 

“Better rest up, then, honey.”

You giggle when he lands a firm swat on your ass and scamper up the ladder, heaving yourself onto the upper level with Bucky close behind you. The grin on Bucky’s face earns you a quizzical look from Sam, but you roll your eyes and head down to your bunk, making sure that nobody can see before stretching up on your toes and giving Bucky a goodnight kiss. 

***

The jolt of the jet landing just over four hours later wakes you. You sit up, almost banging your head on the top of your bunk, and curse Sam for winning Rock Paper Scissors for the top one. You emerge blearily, shoving your privacy curtain aside with a grimace as a ray of sunlight smacks you in the face.

“Ow,” you mutter as Sam drops down from the bunk above you, “what time is it?”

“It’s late morning,” Steve replies, emerging from the cockpit. “We’re in Austria. Found us a place to lay low for a couple days. We’re gonna have to do a little bit of hiking and wear disguises when we check in, but the jet’s on stealth mode. Town’s about a twenty-minute walk away.”

Town. Thank God.

The four of you stumble around, stuffing things into your bags and checking your nanomasks before stepping off the jet. It’s a brisk morning, and you tug a jacket over your shoulders as you take in your surroundings. 

Steve’s touched down in a large field of flowers. The jet’s invisible to your eye when the hatch closes, and you set off to the East, keeping your heads low as you head into a more-populated area and onto busy streets. There’s a market across from the closest hotel, and you make a note to sneak out and get some of the pretty fruits and breads on display.

When you get up to the counter, Steve shoves a wad of cash from his duffel bag at the attendant and asks for two rooms, which you get with a three-night guarantee.

“Okay,” Sam murmurs once you’re in the elevator heading up to your floor, “who shares with who? I’m not havin’ Barnes hogging all the covers again.”

“Mmm, you won’t.” Natasha slips you a sly look. “Barnes and Y/N together, I’ll share with Steve, so you, Sam, can have all the covers you want.”

You cast a quick glance at Bucky and find his cheeks stained bright pink. “That’s fine,” you cover when he fails to respond, “we’re gonna get some rest anyway.”

Nat smirks when the elevator doors slide open, and you roll your eyes before accepting the key card Steve offers you. “Sure, sure,” she replies, “make sure it’s a good rest.”

You give her a playful glare as she follows Steve and Sam into their room and closes the door, leaving you and Bucky to slip into your room across the hall with burning faces.

It’s definitely not the biggest—or best—room that you’ve ever stayed in, but it’ll do the trick. The bed is king-sized, with several lumpy-looking pillows stacked on a thin white comforter. You set your bag down on the floor and toe off your boots, stretching your arms over your head while Bucky goes to inspect the bathroom. 

“It’s not bad,” he calls out, “just a shower stall, no tub.”

“That’s good enough for me.” You tug a fresh set of clothes out of your duffel and snag your almost-empty toiletries from the front pocket. “You wanna go first, or…”

“Nah, you.” He runs a hand up your back and leans in to press his lips against yours. “I’m gonna try and get some shut-eye. I never sleep well on the jet.”

You hum against his mouth, grateful for the sudden solitude. “I’ll be out in fifteen. Knock if you need anything, ‘kay?”

He smiles and slumps down on the bed, watching you slip into the bathroom and leave the door slightly ajar. 

The water pressure isn’t too bad. It’s been a few days since you’ve been able to properly clean up, and your hair gets washed thoroughly, pits get shaved, well… everything that isn’t permanently done gets shaved, and you emerge from the steam-filled shower dressed in panties and a tee shirt, towel held to the now-exposed wound on your thigh. Bucky’s stretched out on the bed, a pillow tucked under his head, eyes closed. The medical kit’s in his bag, and you tug it free and watch one crystal-blue eye open as you perch on the edge of the bed.

“How’s that?” His eyes rake over the bare skin of your thigh as you pull it away to inspect the slowly-scabbing graze. 

“Healing.” You gently poke at the angry bruise along the side and wince. “I still need to bandage it.”

Bucky sighs, watching you tug out a roll of gauze and tape. “Want some help with that?”

You smile gladly in return. “Please?”

“You got it.” He slides off the bed and reaches for the paper-wrapped supplies. Nimble fingers tear open the packets, and you lean back as he kneels on the carpet, flesh hand gently splayed out against your knee as he gently lowers a folded strip of cause to cover the exposed flesh. Medical tape snaps off between his teeth, and you watch him lay four strips, one on each side until he’s satisfied that your injury is sufficiently protected. 

“Thanks.” You reach over and rub the top of his head. “So walking in on me in just my bra and panties didn’t… that didn’t bother you?”

He chuckles. “No, it didn’t bother me. Just surprised me.”

You giggle. “Really? ‘Cause you looked like a total virgin.”

“Shush.” He kisses your knee and gazes up at you, eyes wide and almost deceivingly innocent. “Not a virgin, honey, just… you look hot in that suit, and seeing you out of it was… a shock. Good shock.”

***

The rest of the day passes slowly, with you and Bucky dozing in and out of naps until Sam knocks on the door, asking if Bucky wants to go to the market outside. You watch him leave, donning his nanomask and swiping a couple bills from the plastic bag he keeps in his duffel before slipping out the door. 

He’s back in an hour, carrying a large paper bag full of what looks like bread and fruit and all kinds of goodies. You eat slowly, sneaking kisses between bites of fresh, juicy watermelon for a mock-dessert. 

Around six, Natasha comes by, inviting you to the other room for a much better dinner of pizza and drinks… which, as it turns out, hasn’t even been delivered yet. You and Bucky spend the first ten minutes enduring innuendo from Natasha, which Steve is quick to defend, although he snorts at one comment about peaches that makes Bucky choke on his bottle of ale.

The pizza finally arrives, three boxes to cater to two supersoldier appetites, and you’re able to unwind, laughing and joking and teasing each other until it’s late and Sam starts to yawn incessantly. You and Bucky make an excuse for being tired as well, and Natasha watches you leave with a glimmer in her eye as the door swings shut.

The moment you and Bucky are safely tucked in the seclusion of your room, he pulls you into his arms and plants a warm, sweet kiss on your lips.

“Baby,” he breathes, “we only got three nights here and I… I wanna take you, tonight…”

You giggle. “Bucky, we’re not in your time anymore. You can tell me what you want.”

He swallows, metal fingers slipping under the hem of your shirt. “I wanna make love with you.”

You roll your eyes and wind your arms around his neck. “Is that all?”

He grumbles. “Baby, you’re making it harder than it needs to be.”

“Sorry.” You stretch up on your toes and kiss him again, hips rubbing deliciously against his. “Only thing I need to be hard is this… and looks like you’re way ‘head of me.”

Bucky groans, breaking away to tug your shirt over your head. “If you keep doing that, you’re not gonna feel it for a while.”

You bite your lip, watching him strip his own shirt and toss it to the ground. Before you can do anything else, he lifts you up, careful to avoid your injured thigh, and lays you out on the bed, reaching for your pajama shorts and tugging them down to leave you in just a plain pair of panties. 

Now he’s nervous, you can see it in his eyes. He’s had you open before, got his fingers wet inside your pussy, and kissed the shit out of you until you could barely breathe, but he’s never had you completely naked and exposed.

“Hey.” You reach for his hand, guiding it to the little blue bow between your hips. “It’s okay, baby.”

He chuckles, easing his fingers beneath the elastic and watching with held breath as he teases them down, letting them fall off the edge of the bed with a soft pat. His palms smooth down the insides of your thighs, spreading you open, and when he trails the pad of his thumb over your clit and you press your hips up to get closer, he lets out a strangled groan and curls over you, completely helpless. 

Your hands push at his sweats, and you giggle when he clumsily kicks them down over his feet, leaving himself completely bare for you as well. When your fingers drift to wrap around his thick, heavy shaft, he stops, gritting his teeth against the side of your neck.

“Baby…” he clears his throat, raising his head to look at you. “We’re not movin’ too fast, right?”

“Don’t get soft on me,” you reply, “we’re good, Bucky, I’m happy, I wanna feel you…”

He nods, pressing a quick kiss to your lips. “Good, it’s just… it’s been a long time and—”

“Shhh.” You rub your hands over his hips. “I don’t care, I just want you.”

Bucky’s eyes darken, and he reaches down to grab himself, experimentally running the swollen tip of his cock through yout pussy until he finds your opening, and you grab on tight, a cry of pleasure dying in your throat as he pumps his hips forward and sinks in. 

“Ahh, fuck—” he grunts quietly against your lips when your nails dig into his ass, “baby…”

You can’t even find the words to reply. He’s so deep, thick and hot and pulsing inside where your body grips him tight. All you can do is give a little tug, trying to urge him on, and he gives you what you want without question. 

All sense of awkwardness or anxiety melts away as he props himself up on both arms, watching your body roll and move under his as he searches a rhythm, inexperience getting the better of him when his hips stutter and slide. He finds it, a steady, rough beat back and forth that makes your clit rub against the skin above his cock and high-pitched sighs and whimpers to rattle in your throat.

“C’mere,” he pants, hooking his flesh arm under your shoulders to keep you close, and you brace yourself as his thrusts grow hard enough for your bodies to slap together. It’s been so long since you’ve been able to feel this good that when his lips find one nipple and latch on, your body decides to follow its own path. 

All it takes for you to cum is a few quick rolls of your clit under your fingers, and Bucky lets out a choked gasp when he feels the rapid contractions, burying his face in the crook of your neck and matching your moans with his own, panting harder and louder as he stutters, pushes in as far and hard as he can, and cums with a growl that resonates deep in your soul as you wrap your legs tight around his waist.

You come back to reality slowly, sweaty bodies sticking as he drops down over you, pressing a lazy kiss to your lips. 

“That was fast,” he murmurs, “sorry, baby, I couldn’t—”

“It’s okay.” You run your fingers through his hair. “It’s been a long time for me too, it was… that was good.”

“Good.” He chuckles and pulls away, watching the first dribble of white slide from your core. “We got three more days to make it longer, huh?”

“Yeah.” You reach for his hand, fingers intertwining with his. “Right now, we have all the time in the world.”

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[because-of-a-friend]

Boyfriend!Mingyu Fluff

MASTERLIST

Coups | Jeonghan | Joshua | Jun | Hoshi | Wonwoo | Woozi | DK | Mingyu | Minghao | Seungkwan | Vernon | Dino

Thanks for the request @ajusquishy​ !!! I really hope you like it, thanks again for all the compliments on my writing! Feel free to request more! Reminder to everyone that this is a series I only do by request so if there’s one I haven’t written that you want, just request it! (Sorry this one took longer, I had long shifts at work and forgot I promised to do favors for some people)

You and Mingyu have been best friends almost your whole lives

You both met in elementary school

You were in different classes but the whole school got lunch and recess at the same time

You meet each other on the playground

And Gyu being the big puppy that he is, immediately starts whining to you about how he hasn’t made any friends in his class

And you eventually admit that you haven’t either

And then you quietly ask Mingyu if he wants to be friends

And he immediately hugs you and proclaims that he’ll love you forever

And you two have been friends ever since

You know that character trope everyone loves?

Gentle giant befriends a defensive person who’d kill anyone who so much as looks at the gentle giant the wrong way?

That’s you and Gyu 

He’s all fully trusting of others and bright smiles and sunshine and flowers 

And you’re all 

“That person said what to you??? I’m gonna go beat them up”

Truthfully most of your high school days are Mingyu dragging you away to stop you from fighting anyone who’s mean to him

But really since Mingyu is so trusting of everyone he meets 

You really have been taking care of him since you met him

Warding off people who try to take advantage of him, helping him with the favors he couldn’t say no to, and comforting him when his feelings get hurt

Usually you’re happy to do all of that for him because you care about Gyu so much and honestly you’d do anything for him

But one time your teacher asks Mingyu to help round up volunteers for garbage pickup 

And on the weekend you were planning to go to the beach with other friends

You get stuck on the side of the highway helping Gyu and your teacher pickup trash

You never let him live that one down

But even when you’ve graduated high school and started your 20s 

You’re still happy to help Mingyu with what he needs

It’s a bit different now with you being in university and Mingyu being an idol

But you’re also both so much more grown up and mature and understanding that it’s not just the two of you against the world anymore

You’ve made more friends and Mingyu has the boys

Who are all incredibly happy you’re around btw

Especially Coups who sometimes finds being a leader to twelve really stressful and is incredibly happy that Mingyu has someone to depend on even when he gets busy

But aside from all of that, not a lot changes between you and Gyu

Except

“Honestly, Woozi, I don’t know what I’d do without them, [Y/N]’s the kindest person I’ve ever met and I feel like they made me who I am and I honestly can’t even imagine life without them”

“It sounds like you’re in love with them Gyu”

And Mingyu’s like

*white guy blinking gif*

And he realizes that oh

He definitely is in love with you

And after that he’s just 

Suffering™

Because he is so completely infatuated with you

And you’re just like 

Oblivious™

And he starts convincing himself that you don’t feel the same way

“You don’t know until you tell them, though, Gyu.”

So Mingyu decides he’s gonna tell you

He hypes himself up

Dresses up really nice

Practices a speech in the mirror

Tries to ignore Seungkwan and Hoshi walking in every once in awhile to tease him

And heads over to your place 

And when he walks in

You’re...

Packing???

“Oh hey Gyu, I have big news”

He doesn’t want to assume the worst but he can feel his heart sink down to his feet

“You know that summer internship I applied for? The one abroad? I got it!”

You squeal excitedly and grab Gyu’s arms as you jump up and down

“Can you believe it? The whole summer overseas, interning at my dream job!!!”

“No, I can’t...”

“What are you so dressed up for? Do y’all have something important scheduled today?”

“Oh, uh, yeah”

“Bummer, I was gonna force you to help me pack”

Mingyu is distressed when he gets back home

What if he tells you and you get into a relationship but it starts off long distance and it’s too much and your relationship ends before it can even begin?

What if he doesn’t tell you and you meet someone while you’re there and it’s over for him?

He just lays face down in his bed the rest of the day, groaning and pulling at his hair

When the day comes for you to leave, he drives you to the airport

“Remember the time change when you try to call me, and make sure to keep me updated on how that new song is going, and tell Hoshi I said to be a little nicer when he’s teaching you the choreo and...”

You stop in your rant when you see Mingyu’s forlorn face

“Hey, it’s only three months-”

“Three months and two weeks” he pouts

“Three months and two weeks” you roll your eyes “But it’ll be over before you know it, I’ll be home soon!”

He nods before pulling you into a tight tight tight hug 

And you start to pull away but he just grabs onto you tighter so you just let him hold you for a minute

“I made you some snacks and stuff for the plane ride”

He hands you a bag before sending you off towards your gate

He waves until he can’t see you anymore

To be honest, you don’t really look inside the bag until you’ve already landed and reached the hotel you’re staying in

It’s because you know you’ll miss home and you wanted to have that with you when you were so far away 

So you pull out Mingyu’s snacks and chow down

Then you look through the bag to find the other things he packed

An extra pair of headphones bc you always forget yours

Some face masks

Other odds and ins

And a letter

You put the letter to the side, deciding to only read it when you really miss home

Which happens half way through your internship

You get back to your hotel room absolutely exhausted, thinking about how you’ve only made it halfway through

And you really really want to go home

Your employers told you they’d give you some time off

But you’re not sure you’re gonna take them up on their offer

You turn over in your bed and reach around to find the letter Mingyu had written you

You stare at your name written in his handwriting for a bit before opening it

It’s mostly a pretty standard letter

He tells you how much he’ll miss you

How great he thinks you’ll do at your internship

How nervous he is for their comeback

“I’ll give it my all but it won’t be the same since my heart will be across the sea”

You reread it five times thinking you must be misinterpreting it

But nope there it is

You decide to take the vacation days

Mingyu is nothing short of surprised when you show up to the dorm halfway through the summer

“Well you’re back early” 

“Oh I’m just here on my time off”

“Why’d you come here for your time off?? You were abroad, there were places you could’ve seen and-”

“Mingyu, I’m in love with you”

He stops dead in his tracks

“What?”

“I don’t think I realized it until I read your note but... I love you”

Time stops for Mingyu 

He doesn’t even realize it until

“Usually when people tell you they love you, some sort of response is expected”

“Oh right sorry”

He steps forward towards you and looks over your face

He forces you to look at him by pinching your chin between two fingers and guiding your face towards his

“I love you too”

Then he presses his lips softly against yours and kisses you slowly

As it turns out the long distance isn’t so bad once you go back to your internship 

You call as much as you can and send each other gifts

And once you get back

You two are inseparable

Like still the same duo as always

But with a lot more fluff added on top

Just smothering each other with affection

Constantly

“Mingyu please, [Y/N] has their own place, can’t y’all be gross and mushy there instead of at the dorm???”

“Quiet maknae”

Mingyu is elated to be your boyfriend

Like honestly he’s been waiting for this his whole life

He’s kind of clingy in a cute way

Every time you two see each other at the end of the day he runs to you to hug you and greet you

Since you two were already with each other 24/7 before you started dating

Your relationship is really easy

You know how to navigate arguments with each other well

You know each other’s habits

And favorite things

It was already a perfect situation with a beautiful love added on top

Mingyu isn’t always super open about his feelings

But sometimes at night when it’s super late

He’ll lay next to you and play with your hands as he quietly whispers his deepest feelings to you

You always take him seriously at times like this so he knows he can trust you and that he’s safe with you always

Like Hoshi, he’s a bit of a crier at times like this

He’s just so utterly happy to be with someone who cares for him so much and makes him feel so loved

So he can’t help but tear up when he tells you he loves you

Usually it’s during your late night talks

But sometimes it happens in the middle of the day

You’ll just be talking about something or cleaning the kitchen or doing something to entertain yourself and you’ll look over

And Mingyu will have a pout on his face and tears in his eyes

And you’re like ??????

“Babe what’s the matter???”

“I just love you a lot”

Cue the giant puppy pushing himself into your arms and burying his face in your neck

You two switch on being the little spoon quite often bc you both like being held by the other

There are some nights when you both want to be the little spoon and you’ll try to stand your ground but then he’ll act cute to convince you to let him be it

Cue knocking on the wall next to the bed

“Mingyu, [Y/N], please remember that this is a dorm housing twelve other people that don’t want to hear your disgustingly cute argument over who gets to be the little spoon”

“Oh god, Hoshi hyung, you heard that???”

Hoshi is bitter that y’all kept him up

But not bitter for his new material to blackmail Mingyu with lol

But you’re not the only one taking care of Mingyu

Mingyu does lots to take care of you

He remembers your allergies bc sometimes you forget and almost eat something that might set off a reaction

He’ll slap it out of your hand like you do when a baby picks something up off the floor and tries to put it in their mouth lol

When you’re stressed from classes he’ll stay up all night with you until you finish your homework

Even if he can’t help you with it, he’ll keep you company until it’s done

And he’ll make you lots of yummy food while you’re working on it

When you’re upset he’ll hold you while you cry/silently mull it over/rant about what’s happening

And he’ll massage your back and pet your head

Buys you lots of cheesy couple gifts

“Look [Y/N]! I bought us couple plushies for when I leave on tour”

“He stole that idea from me by the way”

“Shut UP maknae”

But he’s willing to do anything to make you happy

Like how you are for him

You two have a one in a million love story

[saffronwritings]

C L U M S Y | I I D A

Oh, we were destined for danger; familiar strangers. We were bound to make a mess of things, mixin' fireworks and gasoline.

I I D A | P a r t  O n e

[Part Two] [Part Three]

C L U M Y  M A S T E R L I S T

Word Count: 2.4k

Following the rules is all he knew how to do, until he met you.

               It was rare for Iida to really stray away from his daily routines. He had developed a strict schedule for himself in during his time at UA. He took his studies very seriously and took to his training even harder, especially after the incident with the villain Stain. If he was going to prove to his family that he was going to be the best, then he had no other choice. Breaking multiple pairs of glasses, going through crazy battles with his fellow classmates, and constantly being on alert during his patrols during his work studies. There wasn’t much that Iida wasn’t prepared for, well, that is, until he met you. 

               You were definitely the complete opposite of Tenya Iida. You were constantly late to most of your classes, you scraped by with your grades, and you seemed very unorderly when it came to having you act together. There was no denying your quirk was very admirable to get yourself a slot in the 1-A class, but your consistent lack of caring for the rules bothered Iida. He had a great deal of patience when it came to the other students in his class. He let Bakugou’s negative attitude and outbursts slide, he gave up on lecturing Denki about falling asleep in class, and even stopped pestering Sero from leaning back in his chair. Well really, he stopped pestering Sero about that because he convinced Iida he was able to balance it safely with his tape. Which he totally didn’t and hopes Iida doesn’t find out.

               Which lead to Iida to question why he was so confused as to why your empty desk this morning bothered him so much. “Good morning Iida!” Ochako greeted him to pull him from his annoyed thoughts. “Good morning to you as well, Uraraka-chan.” He smiled at her but found himself looking back at your empty desk again. “You two didn’t happen to see Y/L/N on your way over from Heights Alliance, did you?” Iida asked finally when Izuku joined the two of them. Izuku quickly turned his attention to your desk and shook his head. “I didn’t see her when the rest of the girls were gathering to walk over this morning. I think Mina-chan went to check on her, but she didn’t answer her door.” Ochako said with a frown.

               Iida looked at his watch to see they still had fifteen minutes before class started. He would be damned if he let you skip another day of class, yet again. You were making the rest of class 1-A look bad by not being together for one another. Iida stood abruptly and announced to Ochako and Izuku that he was going to go grab you from your dorm. “Are you going to have enough time before Aizawa-sensei gets here?” Ochako asked. A smirk crossed Iida’s face and she knew almost instantly he was going to use his quirk to quickly get to you. Before she and Izuku could ask anymore questions he was off. He hated using his quirk outside of training because he knew his teachers didn’t approve of it. However, if by chance he were to be caught he could easily explain himself to Aizawa.

               He reached Heights Alliance in no time. Noticing that Kaminari and Sero were just now leaving the dormitory. “Iida? I thought you’d be in class by now.” Sero mentioned, raising his eyebrow to his class rep. “I’m getting Y/L/N.” He announced before storming into the building. “Also, you two should hurry up before you are late for homeroom!” He shouted behind him. Sero and Kaminari both laughed and left Iida to his business, knowing not to try and interfere. Iida was a stubborn minded individual who followed through with his plans to completion. While he was heading up the staircase towards your dorm, he checked his watch to make sure he was still good on time, which he was.

               He reached your dorm room without a minute to spare and knocked on it three times solidly. “Y/L/N. This is your class rep Tenya Iida. You are going to be yet again late to homeroom class if you don’t hurry.” He announced in a loud stern voice. However, to his surprise he was on the receiving end of radio silence. He knocked again a little louder and waited to hear a response. A huff of frustration left his lips, and he pressed his ear to your door. There was no sound coming from the other side of the door. “I am going to come in, Y/L/N.”  He warned you in hopes to stir some kind of reaction out of you. When you still failed to reply to him, he hesitantly opened the door. He didn’t open it all the way at first to obviously give you respect in case you were changing. Maybe you had headphones on, and therefore you weren’t answering him.

               When he noticed the lights were off in your room, he pushed the door all the way open. From what he could see, he saw your small trash can next to your bed and littered next to it was what he assumed were used tissues. “Y/L/N?” He whispered as he approached you closer. You were laying under a bunch of covers and looked like you were still heavily asleep. So, you weren’t technically skipping class on purpose. He had felt bad for assuming with your attendance record that you were just skipping. He cleaned up the used tissues for you and organized your nightstand so that you could easily access the water bottle you had plus the medicine you were taking.

               Now that he was thinking about it, over the weekend you had not been very active in the dorm’s activities. He noticed your absence more than he noticed anyone else’s’. He walked back over to you and put a hand on your forehead and felt how bad you were burning up. This little action caused you to stir a bit and grab his arm and pull him into bed with you. This took the boy by surprise as you quickly snuggled yourself into his presence. “Y/L/N! THIS IS HIGHLY INNAPROPRIATE!” He whispered yelled while having his face burn alongside yours.

               He didn’t want to wake you up from getting your rest, but he knew he had to get back to class. Panic set in his mind as he tried to find a way to get out of the bed without really disturbing you. However, it seemed like you had a death grip around his neck, and you were not going to let go without a fight.  How on earth did I get myself here… He thought to himself. He let out a sigh and accepted defeat. He was going to have a hard time explaining himself to Aizawa for not showing up to class today. Hopefully Ochako and Izuku would explain to him that he was checking up on you and if you had told Aizawa that you were sick that he would think Iida was taking you to Recovery Girl. Which was a plan of his once you had woken up from your medicine induced slumber.

               Iida would be lying to himself if he didn’t take a good look at you while you were sleeping. The way you were snoring lightly made his heart melt. Why did you have to continuously break the rules? He was so smitten for you whether he wanted to admit it or not. He lightly brushed some of the hair out of your face and you had further nuzzled yourself into the side of his neck. The blush he had deepened, and he swore it spread not only to his face but down his neck and to his ears. “You have no clue the effect you have on me…” Iida whispered before lazily running his hands through your hair. Before he could even recognize it, he was falling asleep next to you.

               You had stirred a bit after what you felt was hours after taking your cold medicine that Recovery Girl gave you the night before. You were sweating and you assumed because you had broken your fever, however, when you went to move your covers off your person you felt yourself anchored to the bed. Confused, you opened your eyes, and you were face to face with a sleeping Tenya Iida. A blush quickly spread across your face and you let out a tiny yelp. This caused the blue haired boy to stir a bit. You pretended to go back to sleep as if not to get caught staring at your class representative. How on earth did this happen??

               The last thing you remembered was taking your medicine before passing back out while everyone else was getting ready for class. Mina had knocked on your door to check in on you, but you were too tired to answer. You had already told Aizawa the night before that you were going to rest up the next day, so you weren’t worried about class. So why was Iida here? You felt him run his hand through your hair lazily and you could feel your face burn even hotter. There was no denying that you had a thing for the strict class rep, but you knew with your lackadaisical attitude that he was not even in the slightest bit interested in you, or so you thought. You weren’t sure what to do, besides attempt to stir him enough so he would jolt out of your bed. He was in your bed. Tenya Iida, the class rep, was in your bed.

               You kept repeating yourself over and over in your head and before you could pass out from thinking too hard, he had stirred and stretched himself out. You took this opportunity to release the grip you had on him. You sat up slowly and he quickly retreated out of your bed. It seemed like he was going to make a dash for your door and you quickly reached out and grabbed his hand. He stiffened by your touch and turned back to you. “Y/L/N. ITS NOT WHAT YOU THINK. I WOULD NEVER TAKE ADVANTAGE OF YOU WHILE YOU WERE SLEEPING. I CAME TO CHECK ON YOU SINCE I NOTICED YOUR ABSENCE IN CLASS.” He immediately started to spit out, chopping the air with his free hand quickly.

               Your expression softened at his outburst and a soft giggle left your lips. “You must have made the mistake of stirring me in my medicine induced coma. I often latch onto things close to me when I’m sick. I’m sorry for dragging you into my bed.” You shyly spoke, voice raspy from both sleep and from your cold. The two of you sat in awkward silence, not knowing what to say to one another. That is until Iida cleared his throat and pushed his glasses up on his face. He sat back down on your bed and looked at you with a soft expression. “Are you at least feeling better?” Iida questioned, not breaking eye contact with you. You also noticed he hadn’t let go of your hand.

               You nodded, breaking the eye contact to look at both of your hands. You knew this wouldn’t last forever, as much as you wanted it to.  “I’m glad you’re feeling a bit better then, Y/L/N.” He said, directly his attention back towards your bedroom door. “I should go back to school. However, I can come check on you when I get back?” He said, standing but not releasing your hand. “I’d like that.” You whispered, a flush of color coming back to your cheeks. Iida had been checking his watch to notice that he had only been gone from class for an hour. He had made a story up in his head to tell Aizawa about his disappearance before smiling at you. “Rest up, Y/N.” He said, leaning over to place a soft kiss to your temple. He squeezed your hand before exiting your room, leaving you a smiling mess.                . . .

               When Iida arrived back at the UA Campus, he got chewed out by Aizawa for not being in homeroom class. Even when Iida tried to explain the story to him, Aizawa was not having it. “You are the class rep, don’t make me regret giving you that title if you are going to use it to your advantage.” He sneered before dismissing him from the classroom. He had only gotten reprimanded once before from Aizawa and that was from the incident with Stain. His heart was pounding from the anxiety he was experiencing. He worked too hard to get to where he was now for something so small set him back. He brushed all thoughts of what happened this morning to the side and went on to his next class.

               Izuku and Ochako had asked what had happened, but Iida assured that it was nothing serious. That he had lectured you about being late to class constantly and that he helped get you medicine. While it was a lie, he didn’t want to inform his fellow classmates about his inappropriate behavior. If they had learned that he had technically ditched class for something so inappropriate, then it would send the wrong message. While his exterior showed seriousness, he felt himself thinking nonstop about this morning’s actions. He couldn’t let someone like you, who was known for breaking the rules, get him in trouble.

               There was a reason that Iida strayed away mostly from the Bakusquad. Kaminari and Sero typically got themselves into a lot of trouble. They were known mainly as the class clowns. While Izuku got himself into trouble as well, it wasn’t on the same level. None of his friends he surrounded himself with were troublemaker’s. They never skipped class to go lay on the roof or fell asleep in the middle of Present Mic’s lectures.

               It was almost as if Iida was trying to make it as if this morning didn’t happen. He focused on the lessons for the day and when classes were let out, he immediately went to his dorm room to study. He felt bad for not following through on checking in on you, but he wasn’t about to get caught up in something that would hurt his chance on proving to his family he could be better than Tensei. He would never hear the end of it from his parents if they heard he was slacking on his studies. So, he pushed the thought of you, and his potential attraction to you, to the side. He wouldn’t get caught up in you. Or so he thought…