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ptergwen · 5 years ago

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4 times peter loved you and 1 time he said it

warnings: angst, swearing, and flash being a dickwad (love him tho)

a/n: i wasn’t sure if i would ever finish this bc i started in march? and gave up but i really like the concept so i made myself get back into it and AHH i’m really happy with how it turned out! fingers crossed y’all like too ahaha. also this is unrelated but send me requests!

to say you and peter were each other’s missing halves would be an absolute understatement. there wasn’t a secret you didn’t share, an inside joke you didn’t have, a text or call left unanswered, or a second you weren’t on the other’s mind.

it had been like that since your first day of freshman year. you took the seat next to peter in first period spanish, and the rest was history.

peter knew you better than you knew yourself. as cheesy as it sounded, it was true. he could guess what you were going to order at a restaurant before you picked up the menu. if you had a bad day, he’d come over to your place with tissues and hugs, without you having to ask. he knew all the little things.

you? you were a peter parker encyclopedia. you watched all his favorite movies so he could rant to you about them, and you’d actually understand what he was saying. whenever he felt overwhelmed by his chaotic life, you found a way to calm him.

you two were soulmates in best friend form.

best friends, nothing more.

♡ 1.

you had an arm around peter’s neck as you picked at some fruit on his lunch tray. his head was resting comfortably against your cheek, whole body leaning on you. impromtu cuddle sessions weren’t unusual for the two of you. they worked in both of your favors. peter was your own personal heater, and you were just really comfortable to nap on, in his opinion.

“are you gonna eat all my grapes? i was looking forward to those,” peter whined, taking one out of your hand. “are you gonna keep using me as a pillow?” you challenged. he responded by moving his head to your shoulder and chewing. “then, yes. i am gonna eat all your grapes.”

“you know what two people who share food are?” ned chimed in from across the cafeteria table. already knowing what he was implying, you sighed. “what, ned?” he cupped his hand over his mouth like he was about to spill the world’s biggest secret. “a couple.”

it wouldn’t be a regular day without ned trying to play matchmaker for you and peter. the idea made peter scoff. “leave us alone, man. that doesn’t even make sense.” “yes it does!” ned nudged mj for backup. she only raised her hands in defense. it was always a hard pass from her on getting involved in these types of things, unless she found a reason to.

“really? how?” you grabbed peter’s milk and took a sip just for the hell of it. he chuckled at that, forgetting he was supposed to be annoyed with you. a bit of milk dripped down your chin in the process. “oops,” you grimaced at yourself and licked it away.

something about the whole thing made peter’s heart clench. it was so... you were so... cute. cute was definitely the word he was looking for. wait, what? that was new. peter had always thought you were pretty and all, but he’d never found himself endeared like this over such a little thing you did. or had he? no. nope. it was ned’s stupid theory messing with him. that was all.

“y/n, dude, everyone knows it’s a thing. like, why else would someone give up their whole lunch? it’s flirting,” ned interrupted peter’s sudden thoughts about your cuteness. the smug look on his face made you want to throw the tray at him.

before you even joined their friend group, ned was on a mission to set the two of you up. peter described you to him and mj as “the actual sweetest girl ever. she makes me laugh a lot. you guys gotta meet her.” mj obviously ‘tsked’ at him, but a light bulb went off in ned’s head. peter was crushing. he just didn’t know it yet.

part of how you and peter got so close was that ned and mj used to back out of group plans. you’d end up hanging out alone most of the time. of course, it was ned’s idea. a successful idea, yes, but neither of you understood the obsession. apparently it was a guy in the chair’s duty to be a good wingman, and you should leave it to him. whatever that meant.

“if i remember correctly, you and your mom went halfsies on a piece of cake at your birthday party last year. what are you trying to tell us, leeds?” mj asked with a smirk. you and peter looked at each other and burst into laughter, ned’s mouth hanging open. the girl could really get someone when she wanted to.

“shut up, you guys! that’s different!” “so is y/n stealing my food and you calling it sharing,” peter made a point of saying more to you than ned. despite his words, he pushed the tray over to you. it was basically yours, anyway.

you thanked him with a pat on his cheek and popped more grapes into your mouth. in that moment, peter decided he’d get you all the grapes in the world if he could. jeez, he seriously needed to reel it in.

ned was only going to keep going now. “see that? peter’s such a sweet boyfriend. isn’t he, y/n?” he cooed and clasped his hands under his chin. you didn’t have the chance to change the topic before flash appeared at your table. he’d probably overheard your conversation. “penis parker is somebody’s boyfriend? good one.”

feeling peter tense up next to you, you put a hand on his shoulder to let him know you were there. you’d been in too many of these situations. the way flash talked to peter pissed you off in ways you didn’t think were possible. he was fine with everybody else, so why did he choose to pick on him? peter was the least deserving person of having to put up with it from anyone.

“just ignore him, okay? he’ll get bored and leave. works every time,” you reminded peter. too uneasy to say anything, he reached back and put his hand on top of yours. he tried to focus on how nice your touch felt instead of the fact that he was about to be humiliated by flash yet again.

“peter could totally get a girlfriend! he has, like, tons of girls after him,” ned attempted to back peter up, pleased with himself. groaning, peter put his head down on the table. he couldn’t bare to watch his friend destroy what was left of his social life. “you’re really pushing this now. stop talking,” mj warned in a whisper yell to ned. that didn’t stop flash from hearing her.

“she’s right. even parker agrees! look at him,” he snickered at peter’s embarrassed state. you’d had more than enough of him at that point. screw the silence. it wasn’t going to cut it for this one. while wingman ned was still making up stories, you tapped peter’s shoulder to find out how he was doing. his head remained down.

“you okay? want me to say something?” “i’m used to it, and no. i don’t wanna make you deal with him.” peter hated putting his issues on other people, but you couldn’t stand another second of listening to the things flash was saying. you cut into an argument between him and ned about peter’s body count. like his was any higher.

“fuck off, flash!” he stopped in the middle of his sentence. “huh?” “i said fuck off. anyone would be so lucky to date peter. you’re probably salty at him all the time because it’ll never be you,” you finally snapped. his tough guy persona faltered for a few seconds at your words, ned and mj taking the opportunity to high five you for telling him off.

peter was glad his head was still down because his cheeks were pinker than he’d like to admit. did you really mean that? would you be lucky to date him, too?

“what are you, president of the parker protection squad? or are you two a thing?” flash quickly recovered. there he went trying to get the last word in. the embarrassment for peter if you denied it was exactly what he wanted, but you weren’t letting him have it.

“ask me again some other time.” you plastered on a shit-eating grin and waved goodbye. unsatisfied with your answer, flash huffed his way back to his own table. after he was gone, peter looked up at you with something you’d never seen before twinkling in his eyes.

“thank you, y/n. you really didn’t have to say all of that.” “oh, no. don’t thank me. i‘d do it for you anytime. i am president of the parker protection squad, after all.” your fake smile turned into a genuine one for him. peter couldn’t help but mirror it.

his was heart doing that thing again. he guessed it was because he loved you so much, but this love felt different somehow. it wasn’t the friend kind of love he’d had for you all those years.

it was the kind of love he saw in the rom coms you made him watch when you got to pick for movie night. cupid’s love was the official name for it. when he put two and two together, the realization smacked him straight in the face. ned was right.

peter was starting to fall in love with you, and there was no way he could stop.

♡ 2.

peter was a workaholic. patrolaholic to be exact, especially when he had a reason. he’d sometimes find himself in a cycle of getting home late and going out early for days on end. he’d gotten used to the sleep deprivation. his grumbling stomach from missing meals wasn’t too big of a deal either. not when he had a city to save.

it was also a good distraction from everything else going on in his life. man, did he need a distraction. after peter came to terms with the fact that he loved loved his best friend, he narrowed it down to two options; telling you about his feelings or taking them to his grave. since the city was so busy, he was thankful he could throw himself into patrolling and not decide just yet.

may would usually only allow peter to patrol on weekends. school existed, and he had to take breaks. peter really wanted to help out more, so he proposed an idea that could potentially let him up it to the full seven days. he had to make it home in one piece every night for a trial week. that would prove to may he could handle it.

ignoring his black eye on tuesday and limp on thursday, it worked out. peter was positive he could finish off the week just fine. may didn’t have the same optimism. she decided that so much as a scratch on friday and it was strike three. friday came, and peter had impressively managed to end the day, like he thought, just fine.

he did one last swing around the neighborhood he was in, then started heading back to queens to gloat to may. on his way, he remembered he had to text you goodnight. he was bound by a pinky swear to you that he would do it every time he finished patrolling.

peter being spider-man was something you figured out only a few months after he got his powers. he technically exposed himself, and you pieced everything together. it all happened when spider-man offered to walk you home from school one day.

the way he rubbed the back of his neck while asking was a nervous habit that was oddly familiar, and urged you to say yes. you also thought it was strange how even though he didn’t ask for your address, he somehow knew where he was taking you. then again, he was spider-man. it was his job to know new york city and the people living in it.

you came to the conclusion you were making things up until he was about to leave. he walked you to the door of your apartment building and said, “stay safe, squirt.” nobody called you that besides peter. he came up with it because he had recently grown a few inches taller and could finally give you hell for being the short one.

needless to say, peter didn’t take off like he was intending to. he realized his slip up as soon as the nickname came out of his mouth. you brought him upstairs and had a long afternoon of questioning, explanations, and making promises.

peter typed out a message telling you he was fine and to go to sleep. as he was about to hit send, he swung too low and smacked his head right into a traffic light. that was what he got for texting while swinging. he could imagine mj giving him one of her famous safety lectures already, but that wasn’t first on his list of worries. he had a throbbing head and may’s third strike to deal with.

crap, may couldn’t know about this. she’d ban him from patrolling probably forever. going home was out of the question, but peter was in desperate need of an ice pack. there was already a bump forming from where the light hit him. his next choice would be to go to happy, only he couldn’t do that because he‘d tell may.

peter’s hands worked faster than his brain, and he started swinging over to your apartment. the overthinking began soon after. nobody wants to deal with a surprise appearance from their possibly concussed friend at 2 a.m. besides, what would he say? he’d barely seen you all week. it wasn’t fair to you, but it was too late to turn back.

peter landed on the sidewalk with an “oof” and crawled up the wall of your building. when he reached your window, he knocked in the same rhythm that he always did. no answer. he knocked louder. no answer again.

seeing as he had no other option, peter had to let himself in. he pushed on your window to see if it was unlocked. thank god it slid up then, but he made a mental note to remind you about keeping it locked another time. he climbed through the window with as little noise as possible so your family wouldn’t hear.

after navigating in the dark, peter pulled off his mask by the side of your bed. he instantly melted at the sight of you. your face was squished into your pillow, hair sprawled everywhere. you’d must have fallen asleep waiting for his text because you were holding your phone. peter was sure he’d never seen something so adorable.

he let himself stand there and watch the peaceful rise and fall of your chest. the bump on his head was no longer a priority. peter was utterly and completely entranced with you. god, why was he acting like this? oh, right. he was secretly in love with you.

before peter could help himself, he brushed some hair that had fallen into your eyes away with his fingers. you squirmed in your sleep, peter pulling his hand back. he was such an idiot sometimes. your eyes fluttered open and landed on him.

“peter? ‘s that you?” you squinted to see in the darkness of your room. he moved closer. your legs dangled over the bed as you slowly sat up. “yeah, it’s me. sorry to wake you.” he went to scratch his head out of nerves, but stopped when he remembered it really freaking hurt right there.

“‘s okay. i was hoping you’d come over soon. missed you all week.” you frowned at the red and blue clad boy in front of you. except for school, you hadn’t seen peter the past few days. “lots of crime to fight lately?” “missed you more, and yeah. been kicking lots of asses.” the awkwardness peter was imaging faded away when he plopped down next to you on your bed.

“how’s your eye doing? and the limp?” you turned his head towards you by his chin. he exhaled in relief. “getting better, i think. now that we’re talking about injuries...” the sleepiness was knocked out of you. you all but leapt to your feet and turned on the lamp by your bed. peter had a feeling you’d slightly freak.

“we’ve been making small talk and you’re hurt? what happened, peter?” “i-i sort of, um, i was texting you and swung into a traffic light.” “oh my god, where?” he pointed at his forehead with a weak smile. surely enough, there was a big bump. you gasped. “please don’t be mad at me.” “i’m not mad at you. just feel bad it was kinda my fault. do you think you have a concussion?”

you weren’t sure what to do beyond the mostly useless first aid videos they played in gym class. being an avenger, peter had had his share of experience with wounds. whenever he came to you hurt, he talked you through how to help him. the most you’d ever dealt with was a few particularly deep cuts. this was not the same.

“i‘m not sure. you could try that finger thing?” he suggested. you crouched down in front of him. “good idea. let’s do that.” as you waved your index finger back and forth and peter’s eyes followed it seemingly well, his mind was elsewhere. he was thinking about crawling into bed with you and sleeping in your arms.

“well, you passed or whatever they say. i’m pretty sure you don’t have a concussion. you’ll heal fast because of... you know.” you stood up and mimicked the way he shoots his webs. peter chuckled quietly. your thumb ran lightly over his bump, making him wince. “how bad does it feel?” “on a scale from one to ten it’s, like, a five and a half.”

although not what you wanted to hear, it was manageable. you hoped so, at least. “i’m gonna go get some stuff. change into comfortable clothes.” “yes, doctor y/n.” peter saluted you. you were happy to see he still felt up to joking around. biting your lip to hold back a smile, you made your way to the kitchen.

peter searched through the spare clothes he’d left here over the years. there were so many, you had to give him a drawer. he changed into pajama pants and a t-shirt, then sat back down criss cross on your bed.

you came in shortly after with a water bottle, two advil, and an ice pack wrapped in a towel. “i was kidding about the whole doctor thing, you know.” “too bad.” you handed him the advil and water. “take these. they’ll help until your magic healing powers kick in.” peter took the pills while you pressed the ice pack to his bump. he took it from you when he was finished.

“is that any better?” “much better. i’m all good. i should probably go soon.” he mumbled, not meaning it but also not wanting to overstay his welcome. you’d already done so much for him. you stopped him from getting up by putting a hand on his chest.

“what? you already changed, and i’m not sending you home to get killed by may. just stay.” “are you sure? i don’t wanna bother you anymore. it was annoying for me to come here so late in the first place.”

a frown set on your face. “peter, don’t you remember my promise?” there was a beat of silence while he thought about it. “that you’d help out with spidey stuff?” “however and whenever i can. i don’t know what made you think differently just now, but nothing’s gonna change that. doesn’t matter if it’s the middle of the night or early in the morning. i’m always here.”

only you could reassure him just like that. peter was really lucky to have you. really, really lucky.

“right. you’re right. sorry for... whatever that was.” “you apologize too much.” you poked his chest to punctuate your statement and switched the light off. “sorry for that, too,” he teased, wanting a reaction from you. “peter benjamin parker, just get in the bed.” “yes, ma’am.” that was enough before you changed your mind and threw him out.

you rolled to lay on the other side of peter. still pressing the ice pack to his head, he laid down next to you. it didn’t take long for both of you to be settled under the covers. “try not to bang into the wall or something,” you joked and pulled your comforter up to your chin.

peter puffed some air out of his cheeks, tugging more of it back. “you can’t be mean and hog the blanket.” “it’s my bed, so i actually can. i’ll hog everything.”

to prove your point, you moved over to peter until there was no room between you. both of you knew it was an excuse to cuddle. he wasn’t mad about it at all. peter opened an arm for you. you curled into his side, letting him hold you close. his whole body relaxed as you hugged him against you. “goodnight, spidey.” “night, squirt.”

♡ 3.

“what does that cloud look like to you?” you pointed up at the sky. peter’s eyes darted around as he tried to find exactly which one you were talking about. there were a lot of them, in his defense. you made a big circle with your finger around the cloud in question.

“the really curvy one. right there.” “kinda looks like a tiger. can we keep walking now?” peter tugged your arm linked in his in an attempt to move you from the spot you’d randomly stopped in. he made a whiny noise when you didn’t budge.

“i think it looks more like a horse, and no. why are you in such a rush?” furrowing your brows at him, you tightened your grip on his arm. “because some people don’t like cloud watching, grandma.” “i only asked you about one! i’m just... trying to get the most out of today.”

with college around the corner, you and peter both had a lot to do and a little bit of time to get it done. your only hangouts had become some shared extracurriculars and weekly study group with your other friends. trying to binge watch your shows together on facetime hadn’t been easy, for one thing. you fumbled to keep your phone up more than you payed attention.

on a more serious note, being apart sucked majorly. it was going to be this times a million when you would inevitably have to split up in a few months. thinking about it for too long usually made you cry.

peter was struggling in other ways. his more than a friend feelings for you were only getting stronger. having all that love and not being able to give it to you was hurting like hell, and he had to just pack everything up and act normal during the rare moments you were together. you were both going through it.

this was the first sunday in what felt like forever that you and peter were both free. you decided that the nice weather called for a meetup at central park. so, there you were, arm in arm on your afternoon stroll.

“don’t say it like that, y/n. you’re making me sad.” peter let out a breath as you rested your head on his shoulder. “that was the point.” you started walking again, peter following next to you. he kicked at pebbles while you smiled up at him. that made him smile at his feet. you were getting really good at making him flustered.

“so, did you finish that pre calc packet?” peter asked to distract himself. you lifted your head off his shoulder with a groan. “peter, we’re not talking about school for once. let’s talk about literally anything else.” “like what?” you were about to make a suggestion, but something caught your attention.

you raced over to a swingset, dragging peter along with you before he could realize where you were taking him. you stopped in front of it and threw your hands up to present it to him. he let out a breathy laugh. “when was the last time you went on one of these?” you asked, taking peter’s arm again. peter shook his head. “way too long ago.”

with a smile, you walked him over and took a seat on one of the swings. peter sat on the one next to you. you spun around in a circle to see how much you could twist the chains, peter laughing. “y/n, what are you doing?” “having fun. you should try it sometime.” he backed up to get himself started and grabbed his own chains. “i do have fun. it’s just not in the ways you think.”

you untwisted yourself to watch peter. “so, how?” “well,” he started going higher, “i like learning about stuff, even the things we have to in school.” “everybody knows that. that’s the first thing i thought of.” you did know everything possible about him.

everything except his new feelings for you, but this wasn’t the time for him to blurt that out. he was still figuring out when or if he should.

“guess i’m not gonna say i like movies, either.” “singing?” you were swinging next to him, turning it into an unspoken competiton for who could get the highest. peter slowed down a bit since he’d had a head start. “i suck. the only person who’s allowed to hear me is you.”

“it’s possible to suck at something and still enjoy it.” the breeze blew your hair around, peter seeing it from the corner of his eye. he’d always loved how carefree you were around him. it rubbed off.

“remind me to force you to do karaoke one day.” “you’re so annoying.” that motivated you to kick off harder on the ground. peter huffed and tried to catch up to you. “don’t be mean to your only source of fun.” if that wasn’t true, he would’ve came up with a comeback.

the only time peter remembered to relax was when he was with you. it was usually because you reminded him. he skidded to a stop on the swing and looked up at you.

“why’d you let me win? was that too mean?” you looked over your shoulder. “nah, i just got tired.” “oh. we can do something else now. catch me?” “sure,” peter chuckled and got off the swing. he stood in front of you on the grass and waited for you to get lower. you clenched your teeth into a nervous smile.

“ready?” “ready.” swinging towards him, you jumped off and expected to land in his arms. you ended up completely on top of him instead.

the wind was knocked out of both of you, but peter had it worse because he broke your fall. your hands were on his shoulders and one of his was around your lower back. neither of you realized the position you were in. you were too busy trying to breathe again.

“god, that hurt.” “my bad,” peter mumbled. in any other circumstance, he wouldn’t be complaining about this. “i should’ve warned you or something,” you dismissed him.

you were still hovering over peter, your lips dangerously close to his. he could’ve sworn they almost touched. that was when you got off of him. he only forced out a laugh. nothing ever went his way. you offered him a hand, oblivious to his inner conflict. peter took it and pulled himself up, falling into step next to you as you headed to another path.

that could’ve been a chance to make some sort of move, and he blew it.

♡ 4.

it hadn’t been easy for peter to move on from that day. his mind kept replaying the split second you almost kissed on an endless loop, and all he could do was come up with what he should’ve done in the moment.

things were getting to a point where he had no clue how to act around you. being your friend was hard, but becoming your boyfriend would be that much harder. his stupid feelings put him in an awkward place, and he was afraid you were starting to realize. he couldn’t lose you altogether.

you asked peter to meet you for coffee after school. it was this small place in between your apartments you’d both been to once before. they had really good cookies and an overall cozy feeling you liked. peter wasn’t sure what this was all about.

were you going to confront him? did ned say something? maybe it was a mistake to confide in his most gossipy friend about how he felt.

with a headache from stress and a heavy backpack hanging off his shoulders, peter walked into the café. he spotted you at a table near the window. you’d already taken the liberty of ordering, two drinks and a chocolate chip cookie waiting there. you looked up from your phone when peter pulled a chair out.

“hi.” you gave him a small smile and put your phone down. “i already got everything.” peter shrugged off his backpack with a grin. he sat down facing you. “thanks. sorry i’m kinda late. i had to stop at my locker.” you usually met him there. come to think of it, why hadn’t you today? you pushed peter’s drink over to him. “you’re fine. i came here early to get us a table, anyway.” phew.

peter bent the straw to his iced macchiato and took a sip. it made him feel grown up, casually drinking coffee with you over a boring conversation. adult life must’ve sucked. “so, how was the rest of your day?” he asked to fill the silence. you only had two classes without him after lunch, so that was a dumb question. he’d never had so much trouble talking to you.

“eh. betty fell asleep on me during this cold war documentary we had to watch.” “didn’t she say american history is her favorite?” you broke off a piece of the cookie with a laugh. “not after that. what about your day?” the light from the window was shining directly on you, blocking out everything else from peter’s view. he wanted to tell you how beautiful you were so bad, but that would be creepy.

you took a bite of your cookie and raised an eyebrow. he was staring. “uh, nothing interesting. i’m gonna patrol a little bit later.” peter sipped his drink again. you clicked your tongue and let out a breath. “that’s all you do these days.” he knew you were catching on to how off he’d been. what was he supposed to say? it would’ve helped if he’d prepared a few excuses.

“just trying to help out while i’m still here.” that was a half truth. “yeah, but you should still take some time for yourself.” you ripped open your straw wrapper and blew it at peter. he caught it just before it hit his face. rolling your eyes, you put the straw into your drink. “i hate your reflexes sometimes.” he shrugged one of his shoulders casually. “jealousy is a disease.”

neither of you said anything for a few minutes. you stared out the window while peter finished the rest of the cookie. he could tell something was on your mind. whenever you were deep in your thoughts, you sort of zoned out like this.

he was too nervous to ask you what was wrong because of the conversation you just had. it sounded like you had already considered he was being distant before today. his feelings aside, he needed to reassure you. that was more important.

“y/n?” you turned your head to look at him. “yeah?” peter’s gaze shifted from you to his thumbs twiddling in his lap. “i know we’ve both been really... busy lately, but i’m still here. don’t forget that.” a hint of a smile played on your lips. you would’ve hugged him if you could reach. “thank you, peter. i kinda needed to hear that.” he nudged your leg under the table. “of course. hey, you wanna come with me tonight?”

a couple of hours later, you were in peter’s arms on a rooftop that was much higher up than it looked. he insisted on taking you for a swing so you could get the full experience. he’d been trying to get you to do this for the longest time, so he wondered what made you agree today. you wanted to find out what was so enjoyable about it.

“i trust you, but you’re not gonna drop me, right?” your legs were around his waist, and he had one hand supporting you by your back. that wasn’t terrifying at all. you grabbed peter’s shoulders, the idea of it making you nervous. he wrapped his arm tighter around you.

“oh my god, no. i can always web you back up.” “peter! that’s not funny.” even behind the mask, you could tell he was smirking. “you’re always safe with me, squirt. don’t worry.” you brought your arms up to loop around his neck.

“i feel better now.” “good. i’m gonna jump when we get to the edge, okay?“ your whole body stiffened up. peter could sense it. as excited as he was to share this with you, he didn’t want to make you feel pressured. “or we don’t have to do it.” his voice was quiet. you tried to relax in his hold. “i’m just gonna close my eyes. i think that’ll help.” “we’re about to find out.”

peter started walking towards the edge of the building with you holding on even tighter to him, your eyes squeezed shut. he kept finding himself in situations where he was close to you in the ways he’d been wishing for, but never for the same reasons. it was bittersweet.

he bit down on his lip and aimed his free hand at a building. you squealed when he leaned back. “i’m jumping now,” he prepared you, and before you could respond, you were in the air. you hid your face in peter’s chest the second you felt yourself pretty much flying.

“what the fuck, you like this?” you had to yell so he could hear you. peter shot another web to keep swinging. “it’s really not that bad! try looking up!” he shouted back, clearly amused.

grip tightening around his neck, you slowly pulled your face away from him. he kept you close as he swung. you somehow convinced yourself you weren’t going to die by looking at something besides peter. your eyes landed on the sky behind his head.

the sun was almost completely set, deep pink and orange merging together against the glowing lights of the city. you were finally understanding why he liked this so much. it was beautiful.

peter peeked at you for a second to check on you. he swore his heart was going to explode out of his chest. the look of adoration on your face, it was even better than the view. it was the view. the little moments where peter got to see you this way made him realize how in love with you he really was.

“this is... wow. i get it now,” you laughed in disbelief, watching as the city whirled past you. peter smiled so big it hurt. “pretty awesome, huh?” one of your hands slid back down to his shoulder. “take me with you more often.”

♡ 5.

peter licked his lips out of habit as he held the door open for may, who was following behind him with a look of pride. he was about to graduate high school. the ceremony was being held in a really nice stadium-like place. trying to find it added minutes on to the parker tradition of being late to everything important.

peter wasn’t as concerned with his tardiness as he was with finding you.

while he tossed and turned in bed the night before, he went over his whole school year in his head. that meant little things and big things. he was starting to drift off until he remembered a conversation with ned a few weeks back. they decided on a deadline for peter to tell you about his feelings, and it was before graduation.

they chose it because if peter got rejected, he’d be over it by the time college started. that was the goal.

it wasn’t that peter had changed his mind. it was that he completely forgot. he didn’t have a solid plan for what he should do. these things needed to be decided way in advance. he ended up pulling something together last minute because it was you. plus, this extra pressure gave him the push to go through with it. somewhere between steps seven and eight, he passed out.

may rushed him to get ready because he’d slept past his alarm. the whole morning was a mess, and he had at most fifteen minutes to confess his love to you by the time he got there.

“you should go make sure you’re marked here. i’ll see you after. love you.” may pressed a kiss to his cheek and half-jogged to the auditorium for a seat. he squeezed her arm and headed off to check in. your whole grade was already lined up along the walls for what looked like miles. the deal was to tell you before graduation. he still had about ten minutes.

peter walked past hundreds of students with his heartbeat thumping in his ears. everyone was in alphabetical order, so it didn’t take too long to find you. relief washed over you when you saw peter. you were worried he wouldn’t show up at all. his cap was in his hand, hair getting tangled from running his fingers through it. he looked at you with pleading eyes.

“finally, i’ve been trying to call you all morning. where were you?” your tone was dripping with concern. “i overslept. there’s something i gotta tell you, y/n.” he gulped. you smiled in a way that was kind of pitying. “we’re about to start going inside. i- you have to wait, pete. go get lined up.”

this wasn’t how it was going to end. not again.

he looked around to see who was watching, then he grabbed your wrist. “peter, what are you-“ “just come with me really quick.” despite yourself, you let him lead you down the hallway. you dodged a couple of teachers having a conversation and went into a bathroom that was vacant by some chance. he let go of you after the door shut. you stood behind it while he walked over to a sink.

it was making you anxious to not be out there. you could be late. peter was the same way when it came to school, so you knew this had to be pretty serious. you gave up the battle with yourself and made your way over to him. he was looking at himself in the mirror, trying to get a stray curl back in place.

“let me help.” you stood next to him. he turned to face you, that same look of urgency still in his eyes. you used two fingers to brush through his hair. there was so much gel that it was wet enough to mess with. you smiled a bit and took your hand out of his hair. his hand was gripping the sink.

“you look good, pete. you smell good, too.” “so do you.” his voice was lower than usual. you flattened out the material of your blue gown. “thanks. so, talk to me. what’s up?”

the question was so simple, but way too many answers were running through peter’s brain. he wasn’t even sure he’d have enough time to explain everything now. this was why he needed a written out and carefully crafted plan.

but, like he said to himself last night, this was you. his best friend in the entire world and any other that might exist. the person who’s been there for his most embarrassing moments, and who’s been responsible for some of his best ones. if he couldn’t finally say the three words he’d said to you so many times before, what was the point?

his fingers drummed a steady rhythm while he mustered up the last remaining bit of courage in him. you watched him expectantly, waiting for him to say something. “just, um...” he was stalling. he pulled his hand off the sink. “i... love you.” peter only glanced at you for a second, too afraid to see your reaction. “i love you, too. is everything okay?” his heart sank. you thought he meant it in the friend way.

that was what he got for being so terrible with words.

“no, y/n. not like that.” he blurted. you were lost. peter pressed his back against the wall and sat down. confused and equally worried, you sat next to him on the floor. “then what do you mean? you’re scaring me.” he checked the watch may made him wear to see how much time was left before graduation. four minutes. he really should’ve woken up on time.

“we have to get back in line soon. i don’t wanna miss-“ “i love you, y/n. i’m in love with you.” a weight that had been on peter’s chest for months was lifted just by saying it. you squinted your eyes at him, but said nothing.

“i’ve been trying to tell you for a while, and it’s okay if you don’t feel the same. i just had to say it.” “fuck, are you serious?” you sounded what peter could only describe as disappointed. yeah, it was unrequited. here came a summer of crying. “i was gonna tell you first.”

peter’s breath hitched in his throat, and he swore you could hear it. he was so sleep deprived that it felt like he was hallucinating. you shook your head as heat came to your cheeks.

“how long have you...” peter trailed off, an eye crinkling smile interrupting him. “that day we went for coffee. something clicked, so i thought for a while and figured it out. i think i’ve loved you for a really long time.”

you inched closer to peter, just barely resting your head on his shoulder. for once, you felt like the shy one. he put his hand on top of yours. his thumb traced over each of your fingers. “i’d ask you out, but you know. we don’t really have time.”

“peter, it won’t take that long.” you giggled. he squeezed your hand in his. “hm. y/n, would you wanna go out with me after this?” you thought about teasing him for it, but he was right. you had to go. that was the friend still in you. “i’d love to go out with you, peter.”

with that, you both jumped to your feet and ran out of the bathroom. you were still holding hands, and a few classmates made faces when you rushed past them to get to your spots. you exchanged one last smile with peter before lining up.

the person in front of you said everybody was looking for you two. honestly, you didn’t care all that much. you were too excited for your date later. peter already knew he’d be checking his watch throughout the whole ceremony.

it was a best friend and soulmate thing.

#tom holland #peter parker #tom holland fluff #tom holland smut #tom holland fic #tom holland imagine #tom holland x reader #tom holland writing #spiderman #peter parker imagine #peter parker x you #peter parker x reader #peter parker angst #peter parker fluff #peter parker smut #marvel #mcu #tom holland oneshot

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svnflowervol666 · 5 years ago

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Hiii I just read all your writings and I LOVED THEM 💖💖 So can you write a lil blurb where it's Y/N's birthday and he does some cute shit for her

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: tiny mention of smut (at the end)

Author’s Note: I absolutely ADORED writing this one. Thank you so much! Requests are open, so drop an idea into my inbox if you’ve got one! Take care and tpwk.

Just as she was finishing up her makeup in the bathroom before work, an unflattering photo of her longtime boyfriend wearing a bright green face mask illuminated her phone screen, signifying that he was trying to facetime with her. The photo always made her laugh no matter how hard her day had been, so she’d set it as his contact photo.

“Hello my beautiful boy,” Y/N sang when the call adjusted and she could finally see Harry’s face smiling at her from ear to ear.

“And hello to you too, my beautiful birthday girl!” Harry exclaimed right back.

Much to his protest, Harry had ended up smack dab in the middle of a North American tour on his girlfriend’s birthday. He’d tried his hardest to schedule a break in between today so he would be able to spend some time with her on her special day, but it didn’t end up working out and both Harry and Y/N were fairly bummed about it.

“Thank you, love,” she grinned into the camera, making Harry’s heart soar.

“Ye’ getting ready f’ work?”

“Unfortunately,” Y/N faked a pout, “Should be an easy day, though. What about you?”

“Just got back to m’ hotel room. Show tonight was great. I wish you could’ve gotten off work to hop on tour for a few days.”

“You know how my boss is,” Y/N sounded somewhat sad and it made Harry’s chest feel tight knowing how badly she had wanted to come visit him.

“Hmm,” Harry pondered, “’M starting t’ think she’s got a crush on me n’ that’s why she never gives you any days off.”

This made a laugh blossom from deep in Y/N’s belly.

“Everyone’s got a crush on you, bubby.”

“Too bad I’ve only got eyes f’ you. Anyways,” Harry quickly moved on to the next subject.

“I’ve called you to tell you where I’ve hidden your birthday present.”

“Harry,” Y/N scolded him, “I told you not to get me anything.”

“Yeah, well, ye’ know I wasn’t gonna listen. Love spoilin’ ya. It’s in the back of my underwear drawer. Should be a little velvet box.”

Y/N rolled her eyes at Harry to which he blew her a cheeky kiss through the screen in response. She grabbed her phone while she traveled from the bathroom into their bedroom and began riffling through Harry’s intimates drawer.

“Quick question, H. Why your underwear drawer?”

All Harry could see of Y/N was her forehead while her fingers moved past his folded up boxers and dug for the small gift.

“It’s the only thing of mine you don’t steal. Figured it’d be least likely t’ be found if I kept it in there when I left.”

“Touche, my love. Alright, I’ve got it. Want me to open it now?”

“It would kinda make sense to, now, wouldn’t it?”

“You’re such a smartass.”

“You love me anyway.”

She chuckled as she propped her cell phone up against her bedside lamp so Harry could see her reaction when she found out what was inside. When she removed the small metallic bow that was placed on top, she lifted the lid and her expression turned into one of confusion and uncertainty.

“Is this the ring that you lost a few months ago?”

Indeed, it was. It was Y/N’s favorite out of the hefty collection of rings that Harry hoarded. Sometimes, Harry would let her pick out which rings he wore and her eyes always landed on that one. She was never able to give him a reason other than she was simply drawn to it; the way it danced in the sunlight when his hand stuck out from the covers in the morning, the way it accentuated his perfect, long fingers.

Or perhaps, there was a reason why she loved it so much. This ring in particular was one that Harry had purchased from a local jewler when they were on a holiday in Greece. That very same night, Harry had gotten wine-drunk (more like wine-wasted) and had confessed a secret to her.

“You know something, Y/n?” he drunkenly babbled whilst wagged his finger adorned with his new ring in her face, “I’m gonna marry you one day.”

She’d never bring the memory back up to Harry, however she was never able to forget that night or his ring waving itself right in front of his face. It was just another one of those moments where she knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that Harry was the one for her. Knowing this, one could have seen why Y/N had gotten rather upset when Harry had revealed to her that he had “misplaced it” and had no earthly idea where it had gone. Unbeknownst to her, Harry hadn’t actually lost it at all.

“It is. I didn’t actually lose it. I know ye’ love it, so I had it sized down to fit your finger. Do ye’ like it?”

“I love it. Thank you, Harry.”

Y/N felt her eyes instinctively well up with tears. She hadn’t told Harry, but she always had a hard time whenever he was gone for prolonged periods of time. The bed was always cold, her meals didn’t taste as good, and there was no one there to hold her when her day went less than ideal. Knowing how much thought went into a gift like this only widened the hole in her heart that appeared every time Harry left for tour.

“Aww, don’t cry, lovie. Not on your birthday.”

Y/N gently wiped the corners of her eyes and shook her head, “I’m good. Promise. Just miss you a lot is all.”

“Miss you too, baby. I wish I wasn’t so far away from ye’.”

“It’s only a few more weeks, right? I’ll survive,” Y/N stood up from where she was sat on the bed and straightened out her blouse before picking the phone up from the nightstand, “Guess I should probably head out now.”

“Alright,” Harry reassured her with a wrinkle in his brow.

He absolutely hated knowing that his girl was upset. Not only because it was her birthday, a day that was all about celebrating her, but because he was on another continent and couldn’t be there to soothe her.

“I’ll call you again tonight. Sound good?”

“Sounds great.”

“Have a good day, Y/N,” Harry said sincerely.

“I’ll try.”

They exchanged one last loving look before Y/N ended the call and left the house she shared with Harry to go to work.

Her day wasn’t half as bad as she’d envisioned it to be. Upon arrival, her coworkers greeted her with her favorite coffee and donuts accompanied by a plethora of multi-colored balloons tossed about the office space. Everyone was extra nice to her and offered to take on some of her paperwork for her, which she certainly didn’t mind. Around lunchtime, she received a massive delivery of canary yellow sunflowers from the one and only, Harry Styles. Attached to the bouquet was a simple note card that read, For my sunflower on her special day. -H. This earned her a series of hoots and hollers from the other employees at the office (and she almost swears a scolding look from her boss), which she promptly brushed off and continued on working.

On the long drive home, she’d chatted with her small, close group of friends about the outing they had planned for her that weekend. It was mostly about the bars they had planned on going to and about how wasted they knew they were going to be, but even the playful banter in between them couldn’t manage to pull Y/N out of the funk she was in. Sure, she could put on a happy face and act like she enjoyed the attention she was receiving for her birthday, but none of it really meant much when the one person she cared about most wasn’t there to celebrate with her.

When she opened the front door she was hit by the overwhelming scent of aromatics coming from her kitchen. She hadn’t cooked anything this smelly in at least a few days and she certainly didn’t recall smelling it on her way out the door this morning, so her senses were on high alert. Her finger hovered over the emergency button on her cell phone as she rounded the corner, only to be greeted by a tall, curly-headed man-child boiling pasta in his periwinkle-colored bathrobe.

“Harry?!”

“Fuck,” he cursed aloud, “I didn’t think you’d be home this early. I thought I’d have it all done before you got here.”

Typical Harry. The boy’s got big ideas, but his ability to pull them off seldom comes to fruition.

“Well, don’t just stand there. Come kiss me, stupid.”

Harry took a few long strides over to his girlfriend and engulfed her in a bone-crushing hug and kiss, one that left her breathless and feeling full of love. His lips worked passionately against her own and the tip of his tongue prodded at her bottom lip, just the way that he knew she liked. When he pulled back from holding her mouth against his, he saw that she was really crying this time, unable to stop the flow of salty tears from running down her cheekbones and down her chin.

“What are you even doing here?” she asked Harry as he wiped her tears with the pads of this thumb. “I thought you had a show tonight.”

“You see, Y/N. Time zones can be a beautiful thing. I found out I could make it here with a few hours t’ spare before my next show, so I hopped on a plane right after I got off the phone w’ you.”

“You didn’t have to do this, Harry.”

“But I wanted to. Hated seeing you upset this mornin’.”

He noticed she was twiddling the ring he’d gifted her this morning around her finger, to which he raised her hand and inspected it with his own eyes instead of through his phone screen.

“Looks good on you, dunnit?”

Y/N nodded her head, still unable to comprehend that her boyfriend had flown across the globe to see her on her birthday. There weren’t many people on this earth like Harry, and she had never felt happier to know that she had the privilege of being loved by one.

“I love it, H. I really do. Thank you. For all of this.”

She moved her hand away from Harry’s face to kiss his lips once more.

“How long are you staying?” she continued.

Harry sighed, “’ve got to leave at 2am to make it to the show on time.”

“That’s alright. Any time is better than no time.”

“Exactly,” Harry agreed with his love, “So why don’t ye’ go upstairs and change while I finish cookin’ so we can make the most of it, yeah?”

“Yeah, I’ll be right back,” she pulled him in for a third kiss before reluctantly leaving Harry’s side to take off her uncomfortable work clothes.

Just as she ascended the steps that led to their bedroom, she heard Harry call out.

“Actually, don’t bother! It’s not like you’ll have your clothes on for very long anyway!”

#harry styles x reader #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles one shot #harry styles imagine #harry styles blurb #asks

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dweetwise · 5 years ago

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Hi! Can I request a birthday ask with David? I just wanna celebrate with my British boi! 💛💛

[you: “david + birthday please 💛” my brain: “did you say conflicted david and getting together fluff and all the survivors showering you with love??” ily happy birthday hope you like 🥰]

David on reader’s birthday: ficlet

David is in the middle of re-wrapping the bandages on his hands when he hears the unmistakable off-key tune of Nea starting to belt out “Happy Birthday”. David groans and resists smacking his head against a nearby tree as some of the others join in on the singing; not another bloody birthday celebration!

David used to love birthday parties. But in here, where there’s no meaningful gifts, no real food, and no booze? It just reminds him of what he’s missing. Not to mention it’s nearly impossible to keep track of time in the fog, and even though Dwight tries to keep a calendar, periodically announcing important dates like Christmas, David sees it for what it is; a desperate attempt to keep the others’ spirits high.

He reluctantly joins the commotion to humor the others, seeing as even antisocial Jake and grumpy Bill are doing the same. He may not agree with the dumb traditions but he’s not gonna be the one to ruin it for everyone else. He only wishes someone would have warned him so he could have conveniently not been here right now.

David watches as Claudette appears from the woods with Meg in tow, holding an absolute abomination of a cake, the duo apparently having combined several escape cakes to a monstrosity with more layers than gravity should allow.

David is in the middle of an indulgent daydream about punching the dumb cake to pieces, when Claudette unexpectedly places the cake in front of... you. He stares at your embarrassed but smiling face, clearly not having expected this kind of spectacle, and feels all his previous irritation fade. When he glances around and sees a few people start pulling out makeshift gifts, his heart sinks. Why didn’t he realize sooner?

You’ve been having this flirty back-and-forth for weeks. David has tried to be patient, doing his best not to rush things or scare you off, but you’re either oblivious as all hell or you only see him as a friend. This could have been his chance to make a move but now, he doesn’t even have a gift and is going to look like a total prick. Fuck!

Yui urges you to blow out the single candle. “Don’t forget to make a wish!” she adds with a wink. David’s heart skips a beat as you glance at him for a split second before blowing out the flame. Was that just his imagination?

Nobody else seems to notice, as the others cheer and Steve throws handfuls of party streamers on you, Tapp yelling at him to save them for trials. The detective is not amused by the “Live a little, pops!” the teen in a sailor costume quips at him in retaliation.

David watches the others give you gifts. Kate has made you a flower crown and places it on your head. Ace gives you one of his five million baseball caps, claiming this one’s somehow “extra lucky”. Jane gifts you a charm with an owl, while Jeff hands you a sketch he did of you. Laurie gives you a shiv (don’t question it). Jake hands you a feather (again, don’t question it). Feng gets you an actual gag gift in the form of a fucking tire, rolling it into camp after having nicked it from Autohaven. Quentin surprises everyone by dropping a huge pile of green medkits into your lap. Dwight stutters and gives you a handmade necklace, having threaded glass and crystal beads on some twine. David sees you smile brightly and put the necklace on and can’t help but glare at Dwight and his stupidly thoughtful gift.

When nobody else is stepping forward, Meg hands you an entire commodious toolbox filled with various offerings, claiming “This one’s from all of us!”. David knows for sure it’s just her and Claudette’s gift, and she’s trying to save his and the others’ ass. He pretends not to notice your smile falter in disappointment and how you pointedly don’t look his way when you thank all your friends for their gifts.

When Jane starts cutting the cake, David braces himself and joins in even though he knows it will be terrible; this is the least he can do for you. There’s only five of you brave enough to subject yourselves to the cake and like all of the Entity’s pathetic imitations of food, it tastes like air with a side of cardboard. You all pretend to enjoy it as you thank Claudette for putting it together.

After the others begin to scatter and leave you to sort your pile of gifts, David makes his move. “Come with me for a sec, yeah?”

“Sorry I didn’t get ya nothin’,” David says when you’re out of earshot from the camp. “It’s okay, I never expected you guys to go through this much trouble--” you start. “‘S not okay--I would’a given ya somethin’. I just didn’t know.” “Well, either way. It’s fine.” David feels like his chest is gonna burst. He needs you to understand that he cares. Subtlety has never been his strong suit, so... fuck it. “Maybe I can still give ya somethin’.” At your confused head tilt, he puffs up his chest and continues: “Look, I dun mean ta sound full of meself--” “But that’s like 90% of your personality,” you grin, elbowing him playfully. David snorts. “Alright, ya got a point. ‘Cuz I was gonna say I could be ya gift.”

Your playful smile fades and you look at him warily. But at least you’re not rejecting him? Right? David is not the best at social cues so he decides to just go for it, bridging the distance between you and cupping your cheek (gently, he reminds himself) with one hand while the other cards through your hair, careful not to ruin the flower crown.

When you don’t push him away, he leans down to kiss you. He tries so hard to be gentle, he really does, but when you sigh and melt into the slow kiss, a part of his self-restraint dies. He unconsciously tightens the hand in your hair, swallowing your surprised gasp and unable to resist adding some tongue to the kiss, groaning into your mouth--

David mentally slaps himself, breaking away and putting some distance between you, both of you panting from the unexpected heat of the kiss.

“Happy birthday?” David says, cringing a bit from having gotten carried away. So much for taking it slow. “Thank you,” you mumble and he breathes a sigh of relief, thankful he didn’t cross any boundaries. Then, he’s taken completely off guard when you wrap your hands around his neck, pulling him back against you. “Now give me the rest of my gift,” you whisper against his lips.

David barks out a laugh that gets half-muffled by your mouth, before continuing the kiss, this time with unrestrained enthusiasm.

[this started out as five bullet points idk what happened. i kinda like the idea of normally cocky david being unsure of himself when it comes to dating]

#david king #david king x reader #dbd #dead by daylight #dbd fanfic #request #dweetwrites

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scatter-the-stars · 5 years ago

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Hey! Could you write something telling what would Kurt and Blaine be doing during quarantine, please? Thank youu

Lockdown

The news of the lockdown breaks on the nightly news. Kurt sits curled into Blaine; head resting on his shoulder. The comfort he just lost at what he heard slowly being regained with the soothing motion of Blaine’s fingers in his hair. Nerves and fear take hold of him like a hand around his throat that tightens its grip with each passing second. Some part of him is unable to comprehend that this is the world he is living in. That what was normal only a few weeks ago has been shattered into a reality that is hard to understand and truly grasp.

Blaine turns and presses a kiss to his forehead. “It’ll be okay,” he softly whispers.

Kurt has always trusted his husband. And he does so now. Finds comfort and peace in his words. He lifts his head and looks at him. “At least I’m stuck with you.”

“Ditto. I wouldn’t have it any other way. We can have some fun with this.”

Kurt snorts when Blaine grins and waggles his eyebrows, immediately knowing where his husband’s thoughts just went. “Are you really thinking about sex right now?”

“I’m just trying to distract you.” Blaine pulls Kurt into his lap. “Is it working?”

“Yeah, it is.”

Day Five:

Five days into their lockdown and Kurt is certain he’s already beginning to go stir crazy. He paces the small living room of his apartment. Mentally berates himself for not going for the apartment with a terrace that he could go out on. Because some kind of exposure to the outside world would be welcome that isn’t sticking his head out the window every few hours.

This is not how he lives. He loves being outside. Can’t stand to be cooped up inside for prolonged periods of time. And five days stuck inside is making him antsy.

“Stop pacing, babe,” Blaine says from his corner of the room where his “office” is as he works.

“I think I’m getting cabin fever.”

Blaine chuckles. “I’m sure you’re not getting cabin fever. Especially after only five days.”

Kurt continues to pace. Nervously bites his nails, a bad habit he hasn’t done in years.

“Okay,” Blaine shuts his laptop and stands, “I’ve had enough of this.” He walks over to Kurt and grabs him to stop him from his pacing. He guides him over to the couch and pushes him to sit down. “Stay. I’ll be back in a moment.”

Although Kurt wants to stand back up and pace once more, he stays where Blaine sat him down. His knee bounces as he listens to any clue as to what Blaine might be doing. But he hears nothing. Only silence.

It’s not for another few minutes that Blaine rejoins him. In his hands he holds a stack of boxes. Kurt instantly recognizes them as the puzzles they impulsively bought a few years ago and never got around to. He isn’t even sure where they’ve been these past few years.

“Puzzles?” he questions.

“Yes.” Blaine sets the boxes down on their coffee table. “You need something to preoccupy your mind. So, pick one.”

Kurt looks at his options. There’s a few puzzles of landscapes and food to pick from. But it’s the Disney one that he picks. Blaine opens the box and dumps the pieces out onto the tapletop.

“Let’s get started.”

“You have work,” he points out, not wanting to keep Blaine from something potentially important.

Blaine waves him off. “It’s fine. I texted the guys to tell them I needed to help calm my stir-crazy husband.”

Kurt playfully glares at his husband. “That better not have been your exact wording.”

Blaine chuckles. “I promise it wasn’t. Now,” he begins to flip over pieces, “can we get started?”

Day Fourteen:

By the time he’s on his third glass of wine, Kurt has a good buzz going that leaves him loose and carefree. It’s one of the few times these past two weeks that he’s managed to feel that.

He softly sways to the music he has playing in the living room. Eyes closed, he hums to the song. Hands resting on hips he sways he rests his head back on Blaine’s shoulder. “You’re back.”

“I am,” Blaine whispers.

Blaine left to check on an elderly neighbor they know and sometimes run into. He wanted to make sure they were okay, and if they needed anything.

“How’s Rose?”

“She’s good. She sends her thanks for the cookies.”

Kurt opens his eyes and turns to face his husband. He watches as Blaine takes the glass of wine from his hold and takes a drink before setting it down on the table. He eyes him curiously; cocks his head when Blaine runs his hands over his back and down to his ass. “Did you wash your hands, Mister?”

“Of course I did.” Blaine gives a good, hard squeeze to his ass with one hand. “I would never do anything to put you in harm’s way.”

“Good. Because I have plans to spend a lifetime with you, and I don’t want to risk said plans.”

“You must be getting drunk. Because only sappy Kurt comes out when you are drunk.”

Kurt leans in and brushes his lips over Blaine’s ear. Whispers, “So does horny Kurt.”

The sound of Blaine’s low groan has his cock giving a hard jerk in his sweats.

If there’s one bright spot in all this madness, it’s that Blaine’s and his’ sex life has greatly improved from what it was. This actually opened his eyes to the fact that their sex life had started to venture into boring and complacent. They’ve managed to make their sex life hot and fun and interesting again.

He steps back and pulls his shirt over his head. “So, are you going to fuck your husband?”

“Fuck!” Blaine palms at the bulge in his jeans.

“I take that as a yes.”

Kurt lets out a surprised scream and giggles when Blaine lifts him up and throws him over his shoulder fireman style. “Where are you taking me? I wanted you to bend me over the couch and fuck me.”

“I need a shower.” Blaine smacks Kurt’s ass. “So, I’m killing two birds with one stone.”

In the bathroom, they strip and step into the shower.

For as horny as he gets when he’s drunk, he gets just as loud when he has sex. And he’s loud as Blaine fucks him in the steaming shower. Then two hours later when he bends him over the couch like he wanted the first time.

Day Seventeen:

“Yeah, Dad, we’re good. We still have enough supplies for a couple of weeks,” Kurt tells his concerned dad. “How are you?”

That was the main reason for this call. He wanted to make sure that his dad is doing good. With his dad’s past health, he knows he is at a higher risk of this affecting him more severely than anyone he knows.

“I’m doing great, kiddo. I’m staying home. Haven’t left in weeks. I want to thank you for having my groceries delivered to me. You know I don’t know anything about all of that.” His dad chuckles.

He smiles at the sound. Relieved he still gets to hear it. “Of course, Dad. I want to make sure you don’t leave the house at all.”

After he hangs up with is dad a few minutes later, he walks to the kitchen where Blaine is cooking their dinner for the night.

“How is he?” Blaine pours a glass of wine and hands it to him

“Good.” Kurt takes the glass. “How are your parents?”

“Good. They told me to tell you hi.”

To know that their parents are doing good eases Kurt’s worried heart considerably.

He walks up beside Blaine and helps him with dinner.

Day Twenty-Two:

Kurt has fretted over what to do for the past couple of days. Whenever he tried to sit and think of any ideas, none would come. It wasn’t until a few hours ago that one struck him. So, he scoured around and found a sheets of paper, colors, scissors, and glue and locked himself away in the bedroom.

Scraps of paper sit in front of him as he colors what he created. A sense of pride filling him when he finishes. It’s nothing grand. Not like what he’s done in the past. But he’s sure Blaine won’t mind that. He’s sure he’ll love it even more because it’s personal.

He opens the bedroom door. “Close your eyes!” he screams out.

“Okay.”

“Your eyes better be closed,” he says as he walks out of the bedroom and down the hall and to the kitchen. He finds Blaine sitting at their small dining table with his eyes closed. What he made is set down on the table in front of Blaine as he goes to the fridge and grabs the small chocolate cake he baked that morning for this very moment. A single candle set in the middle, he lights the wick and sets the cake down in front of Blaine. “Happy birthday!” He whispers into his husband’s ear.

It’s not the most ideal way to celebrate a birthday: stuck inside your home. Kurt hates that Blaine has to celebrate his birthday this year. But he won’t complain, because he knows it could be worse.

Blaine turns his head and captures his mouth in a appreciative and loving kiss. “Thank you so much, Kurt. I love you.”

“I love you, too.” He takes another kiss from Blaine before sitting down adjacent to him. “Make a wish.”

Blaine closes his eyes and blows out the candle.

Kurt begins to cut slices of cake. “That’s your present.” He nods his head at the gift he spent the past couple of hours making.

Blaine grabs the card and reads the front before opening it. A laugh falls from his lips when he sees the coupons set inside. “One free “Get out of an argument” coupon.” He grabs another. “One free “Blow job anytime you want” coupon.” He grabs for the last one. “One free “Fuck your husband crazy” coupon.”

Homemade coupons promising to do anything that is written on them are a childish concept. But Kurt thought the idea was perfect considering he worked with what he had.

Blaine holds up the “Fuck your husband crazy” coupon. “Can I use this one tonight?”

Kurt licks icing off his thumb. “It’s your birthday. No coupon needed for that.”

Blaine grins. “Lucky me.”

“Lucky you,” Kurt says, already anticipating what happens after they finish their cake if the look in Blaine’s eyes is anything to go by.

Day Twenty-Five:

He lies in bed with Blaine. Slowly traces the features of his face with his fingertip. Blaine skims a hand up and down his naked back. “These past few weeks have been easier because of you.”

“I can say the same.”

Kurt is quiet for a moment. Then he says, “We’ll get through this, right?”

“Yes, Kurt, we’ll get through this. Life will go back to as normal as can be, and this will all be a horrible memory.”

Kurt believes Blaine with all his heart.

#yas5416 #klaine #klaine fic #Kurt Hummel #Blaine Anderson

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justkindaoverhereobsessing · 5 years ago

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39 from the fanfic prompt list please!!!!!

Fanfic Prompt List (Again!)

#39: “I love you. I just love her more.”

“Hey, Tony?” Ziva calls.

“Yeah?”

She finds him in the kitchen.

He’s been working all afternoon, giving his very best effort to decorate their almost 7-year-old son’s birthday cake. Ziva watches him for a moment, suppressing a smile when she sees his tongue poking out between his lips. Does that help him concentrate on the task at hand?

Well, what she’s come to say certainly won’t.

“I am pregnant,” she tells him.

He crumples silently to the floor in a dead faint, and Ziva thinks she should have seen this coming.

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When he comes to, he asks if she was joking.

“I was not,” she answers, and this time, she’s close enough to catch his head before it hits the tiles under her feet.

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Tali is none-too-thrilled when they announce that they’re expecting a new bundle of joy.

“Dad, babies cry all the time,” she informs Tony, irritated and determined to convince him what an awful idea this is. “Did anyone ever tell you that? Plus, I didn’t sign up for this—I bet it’s not even going to be all that cute, and it’s going to be loud.”

“Yeah, and we all know you need your beauty sleep, sweetheart,” he teases, unmoved by her arguments.

She whacks him—she’s as strong as Ziva.

At fourteen, she’s old enough to have unshakeable opinions, the most emphatic of which is that having one kid brother is more than enough. “Can I move out before the baby comes, at least?” she tries.

“Sure,” her dad agrees easily. “You just have to come back every night and twice on weekends.”

Tali frowns at him. “You’re not as funny as you think you are.”

He mimics her expression. “And you’re not as grown up as you think you are, baby girl.”

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Tony and Ziva are old enough now that rather than being met with ecstatic surprise when they give people the news, what they get is a number of polite variations on the theme of “oh, how… nice.”

McGee helpfully suggests that Tony get a vasectomy before the baby is born to avoid this happening again later.

“Excuse me?” Tony demands, offended by the very idea. “I’ll have you know that my manhood is in perfect working order and will stay that way until I—”

He stops when Ziva smacks the back of his head.

“What does manhood mean?” their son Adam pipes up curiously, and Ziva leaves Tony to figure out how to answer that one on his own.

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All the pregnancy clothes Ziva can find as her belly grows are meant for younger women. She’s approaching fifty, and a floral romper just doesn’t suit her like it might have twenty-five years ago. She ends up wearing mostly old sweatpants of her own and old sweatshirts of Tony’s. When Tony finds her in front of their bedroom mirror, critically examining her polyester-clad bump, he pauses to watch her.

“You’re still the prettiest woman I’ve ever seen,” he tells her, wearing a smile that makes his eyes crinkle.

Ziva decides the polyester isn’t too bad after all.

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This baby, informally dubbed Tadpole, refuses to cooperate at ultrasound appointments, so going into the last few months, they’re still not sure what they’re having. That means they have to settle on not one name but two. Making the decision requires twice the bickering, twice the disagreements, and twice the competitiveness.

“And just to make sure we’re agreeing on the rules,” Tony reminds Ziva sternly, “this challenge will start with sixty seconds on the clock. Whoever can balance the most spoons on their face without dropping one gets to pick Tadpole’s middle name, right?”

“Right,” Ziva agrees, brandishing a large serving spoon that she’s already selected as her first choice for balancing.

When they’re tied forty-five seconds in, four spoons on each of their faces, Tali walks in to get a glass of water. She observes them for a moment, nonplussed, before shaking her head, throwing her hands up in exasperation, and walking right back out without the drink she came for.

“Do you guys always have to be so weird?” she complains as she goes.

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Ziva’s third pregnancy is more physically uncomfortable than her first two, and she grows bigger at a much faster rate.

One night, she puts her palms on her rounded belly and groans in annoyance, making Tony ask what’s wrong. “I am all blubber. I feel like a fat whale,” she decides.

Her husband disagrees. “I’d say you look more like a cute little cow.”

If not for the saving grace of “cute”, he would be spending tonight on the sofa.

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Tony has always been protective of Ziva, but that reaches new heights when she’s pregnant. She’s nearly due when, crossing the street hand in hand with her husband, disaster strikes. Tony sees rapid movement from the corner of his eye and reacts without stopping to think, yanking Ziva back to the safety of the sidewalk to avoid what he thinks is a vehicle.

There was something coming, as it turns out, but it wasn’t a car. It was a large page from Le Parisien newspaper, carried speedily toward them on a gust of strong wind.

They watch it pass. “I am glad you still have your lightning-fast reflexes, my love,” Ziva says dryly. “We would have been crushed, otherwise.”

“Sarcasm isn’t a good way to thank someone for saving your life, sweet cheeks,” Tony replies, his twitching lips matching hers. He lunges forward to tickle her, and it doesn’t matter if he acted unnecessarily this time. He’ll pull her out of the way of every non-threatening item in Paris if it’ll keep her safe and by his side, giggling like she is now.

They both find it relaxing to stand on the side of a random street in the 8th arrondissement and laugh at each other…

…at least until Ziva pees herself. Oh, the joys of pregnancy.

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In the end, Ziva’s labor is astonishingly short, which is both a blessing and a curse. It’s wonderful because the process is, of course, incredibly painful, and there’s little to be gained by suffering for longer. It’s also a problem, though, because they barely have time to leave Tali and Adam with friends in their hurry to get to the hospital.

Ziva is in such rapidly progressing labor when they arrive that the wheelchair phase gets skipped entirely and they put her straight on a stretcher. Then it’s a race to reach a room before the baby can make its grand entrance in the hall.

As they rush, the doctor can’t make Ziva respond to her instructions, and she turns to Tony instead. “You must convince her not to push yet,” she insists, emphatic.

Not sure Ziva will listen to him, either, Tony passes on the message. “I will push if I want to!” his wife snarls, which is more or less what he expected.

They finally arrive in the delivery room, huffing and puffing—Ziva because she’s in agony, and Tony because he’s not used to exercising this intensely anymore. (He’s getting old.)

Not three minutes later, their third and final baby is born.

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When things are settled again, they’re left alone with their newest family member to bond. “She is so lovely,” Ziva murmurs, mesmerised. Tony can’t agree more. Maybe they didn’t plan for her, and maybe they didn’t expect her, but… her tiny face, fresh and new and hopeful, is something they must have needed.

Later, the exhausted Ziva falls asleep in her hospital bed, and Tony bounces their newborn daughter as he paces the room. “We’ll do our best by you,” he promises the little one softly, “but I don’t think this is one of those times when ‘third time’s the charm’ really applies. I’m afraid you’re stuck with the same clueless parents Tali and Adam have had. If we’ve learned anything from raising them, we’ll probably have forgotten it by the time you’re old enough to benefit from it.”

She feels indescribably tiny in his arms, and he runs a single finger through the hair on her head. There’s a lot of it, and it’s the fairest, most unusual shade of strawberry blonde he’s ever seen. It seems odd, since he, Ziva, Tali, and Adam all have dark hair, but the reddish color seems to suit this sweet Tadpole. Everything about her is light. “You’re just the prettiest thing, aren’t you?” he coos.

He hears a tired, croaky laugh, and he looks up to see Ziva observing them. “There is nothing I need to be jealous for, is there?” she teases hoarsely, watching the pair with groggy affection.

“I’m afraid there is, actually,” Tony answers grimly. He sits down in his chair next to the bed and leans over the baby to kiss Ziva’s forehead. “I love you. I just love her more.”

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Tali surprises everyone by bursting into joyful tears upon meeting her brand new baby sister.

“I thought you didn’t want another sibling,” Tony recalls. (His heart aches a little at the sight of her tears, though, no matter their cause.)

“I was on my period when you told me!” she protests, her chin still trembling. “You can’t hold that against me!”

Her dad isn’t sure what to say to that, but, careful not to jostle the baby Tali’s holding, he wraps her in a tight side hug.

“Alright, Tali-Tee,” he agrees, kissing her temple. “I won’t.”

He can’t hold anything against her, and he already knows it’ll be exactly the same with the new baby.

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It takes them a week to name the little girl, and when they finally do, it’s during a midnight feeding.

Ziva strokes the baby’s hair as she nurses. “Did you know that traditionally, Hebrew names are considered prophecies? People often choose names of people they respect, or virtues they hope their children will embody.”

Tony snuggles in closer to the two of them and rests his chin lightly on Ziva’s shoulder. “Well, what do we want for her?”

Ziva smiles. “The same things we want for Tali and Adam.”

“And those would be?”

“Joy, I think. A life full of love and with as little pain as possible—a stable life.”

Tony nods, thinking about that. He reaches over to the bedside table where a well-loved name book rests, and he thumbs through it for a moment.

“What are you looking for?”

He holds up a finger, and it doesn’t take long to be ready. “I was remembering a few Hebrew names that I thought would fit that theme. Here’s what I’ve got: Rena, meaning joy, Ora, meaning light, and Tova, meaning good. Any of those sound right to you?”

Ziva glances from Tony to the baby and back, and then she shrugs, taking care not to make the baby unlatch. “I think they are all nice. You should choose.”

“Me? Why?”

He seems surprised enough that she laughs quietly; it’s a sweet sound. “I am the one who named Tali, and you did not have any input. We named Adam together. Now you can choose.”

Something soft about him grows softer, and he kisses the heads of both wife and daughter. “Are you sure?”

“I am.”

“In that case, maybe… Ora. I want her to have a life full of light, you know?”

“I think it suits her.”

“Ora it is, then.”

When Ora is done nursing, he tells Ziva to stay where she is and let him return the baby to her crib. He places the newborn gently on her miniature mattress, watches her fondly for a moment, then leaves.

Instead of going straight back to Ziva, though, he checks up on the other two. Tali is, as usual, barely visible under a vast mound of blankets; her feet are sticking out, however, so, shaking his head, Tony tucks them back in. Adam, on the other hand, is curled in a tiny ball, both little fists clenched in the fur of a stuffed buffalo someone gifted him on their last trip to the United States. Tony tucks him in again, too, because his heart is very full tonight.

He returns to bed, thinking about the meaning of his new daughter’s name: light. They’re all living a life full of that now, aren’t they? Things are happy, and easy, and they haven’t always been.

He can’t stay up long, exhausted as he is, but when he curls against the curve of Ziva’s back and goes to sleep, it’s with a faint smile on his face.

#oooooooops i did it again #i took a normal prompt and turned it into a baby/kid fic #they just make me so soft inside #thank you coffeedepablo for the ask!!!!! sorry i'm sending you something that's way too long to be a drabble #and sorry it's more tivali + fam than just tiva #i got carried away #if you send me another ask i swear there will be no children involved lmao #did i spend a solid hour scouring name sites trying to figure out wtf tiva might name a kid after running out of Important Dead People #yes i did and i'm STILL NOT CERTAIN #ncis #ncis fanfiction #tiva #tivali #tony dinozzo #ziva david #tali david dinozzo #plus a couple of extra kids

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purplesurveys · 4 years ago

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survey by tigerfan1205

Name 5 people that are very important to you. Other than my dad, mom, and Angela, I can’t think of anyone else. Andi’s a very close friend but they’re not necessarily I’d-take-a-bullet-for-them levels yet.

Do you like eating chocolate covered cherries or strawberries? I don’t like fruits, so no. I like chocolate-covered unhealthy stuff though, hahah.

What does your 9th text say in your outbox? Ughhhh I remember this tab being in my old cellphones but I can’t quite remember if this is referring to texts I’ve sent, or my drafts. Anyway, my phone doesn’t store text drafts and I can no longer recall my 9th last sent text.

Ever had a really scary dream? Tell me about it. I’ve had loads of nightmares but my least favorites have always been the ones where someone I love is shot and they had to pass away in my arms. Out of all my scary dreams, those are the ones that send me crying in my sleep/as soon as I wake up.

Where is the coolest place you've been on vacation? Vigan was great because it really felt like visiting a 17th-century town. Singapore and Shanghai were also fun because it felt cool going to places much richer than ours and getting to interact with technologies that we will never get to have here HAHA

Would you rather have salad or french fries for a side dish? Erm, unless the salad has spicy tuna in it, fries all the way please.

Ever been to California? Did you like it? No. Idk, it’s not the first place on my list if I am to visit the US though. Places in the East Coast and the Midwest personally appeal more to me - and I’m fully aware it’s because they’re well-known for being passionate wrestling hubs.

What's your favorite thing about the town you live in? I live right smack on the boundary between the more urban sprawl of Manila and the quieter, more peaceful and quaint mountain part of my city. It’s very easy to access either depending on what I’m in the mood for.

Do you like Mexican food? What's your favorite dish to eat? It’s great, but not my top favorite cuisine. My favorite dishes would have to be fajitas and chimichangas.

Favorite kind of pizza is? Quattro formaggi all the wayyyy. You’ll never see me ordering anything else.

Do you have a boyfriend/girlfriend? If so, how long have you been dating? No.

Any brothers or sisters? Do they make you mad? I have one of each. My sister will sometimes piss me off, but it dies down quick. My brother did something unforgivable to me two years ago so that’s how long I have been constantly mad at him.

Are you nosy? Eh, sometimes? For the most part I know my place though. I let people share the amount they’re willing to, and very rarely do I try to pry.

Ever been to a bar? What was it like? Sure, had my fair share of favorites too when going out was still a normal thing. For me, bars are the best if I’m with the right mix of people. If I’m in a crowd I’m not necessarily close with, it can definitely dampen the experience as I will only be feeling awkward. The people in the bar will sometimes be a factor too – I will most likely feel annoyed if I’m somewhere that’s clearly populated by high schoolers or college freshies as they can get super rambunctious and loud.

Are you old enough to drink? Yes, have been for the last 4 (almost 5) years.

What's your favorite kind of flower? I enjoy looking at peonies.

Would you rather have pasta or chicken? Right now, probs chicken - preferably chicken wings because that sounds the most fucking yummmmmm rn. We’ve been having pasta a bit too much at home so it would’t hurt to skip it for now.

Have you ever dated someone, but made them not tell anyone about it? Yeah. Gabie and I got back together in our final months of high school. We were about to graduate and it was crucial we kept our record clean so that the school won’t strip us of our diploma and prohibit us from marching (it was Catholic school, sooo homophobia and stuff). Because of that, we had to keep it secret for about a month and a half. As soon as I got home from the ceremony and my family dinner, I shared the news on social media. So I didn’t exactly make her keep it secret - it was a mutual understanding.

What's the meanest thing you have done to a friend? I honestly can’t recall a time i deliberately set out to be an ass to someone I considered a friend. The one thing I can recall was accidentally misgendering Andi when I was still getting used to their pronouns, but I didn’t do it on purpose.

Have you ever kissed anybody with the name starting with a C or R? No. Those are my initials though, ha.

Why did you and your last ex break up? She wasn’t ready, she wasn’t down for commitment, and she felt suffocated having only been in a relationship throughout her late teen and early adult years. She really made herself sound like such a victim and she made it sound like commitment is the biggest sin, and so I blamed myself a lot during the first few months of our breakup; but I’ve since made a conscious effort to turn my mindset around and convince myself that I’m not at fault. Bye gaslighters.

Have you ever had a really bad fight with a best friend? Angela and I only had petty fights and our last one was in like 5th grade. Gab and I got into heavy arguments, but only when we were in a relationship and never as friends.

Do you like spaghetti? It’s okay. I like other types of pasta better.

Which color: orange or red? Red.

Do you know any songs by Katy Perry? Do you like her music? She’s...popular lmao, so yeah I know a good number of her songs. She’s in the middle for me; some songs I really enjoy, like E.T., Dark Horse, and Thinking of You (a personal fave); and there are some that didn’t grow on me as much, like Wide Awake and that awful Christmas song she recently released.

Ever had a near death experience? I suppose. My almost-car crash is the event I always cite.

Which number: 5 or 19? 19, for no reason whatsoever.

What's your favorite song by Taylor Swift? Why is that your favorite? Wildest Dreams; it meant a lot to me on a personal level for a time; right now it’s kinda doing it again for me. From her newest album, I really like dorothea also because it’s a bit relevant to my life at the moment.

Pick one: apples or oranges? I guess oranges. I don’t like fruits but I’m more likely to take a liking to orange-flavored stuff, like juice or chewy candies.

Do you know anybody named George or Bob? I don’t think so.

What do you like better, being single or in a relationship? Why is that? I like being in a relationship; commitment comes easy to me and I love looking out for a significant other, supporting them in their dreams, and generally just having someone to focus on, build a future with, and spoil. Being single hasn’t been bad and I guess I won’t mind if I never found someone; but in the grand scheme of things it’s really nice to be able to love someone.

Are you close with your mother? Not really but our relationship isn’t as strained as it used to be.

Have you ever dated someone named Kyle? Nope.

If you still go to school, who sits next to you in your fifth period? I can’t remember the last time I had five classes in a day, lol.

Who was the last person to ring your doorbell/knock on your door? I think it was my mom, earlier this morning when she arrived back home from her daily jog.

Does anything on you itch right now? Yeah actually; the opposite elbow got itchy just now.

If the last person you kissed came to your house now, what would you say? “Aren’t you supposed to be at work?”

If your ex called you crying, what would it most likely be about? I have no clue, and she would never do that so I literally can’t imagine even a hypothetical reason for this. It has to be a super serious situation, likeeeeeee idk, maybe a death. *knocks on wood aggressively*

Who was the best kisser out of all the people you have kissed? I’ve only kissed one person, so can’t compare.

Name everyone you have texted today. This media guy celebrating his birthday today so I had to ask him for his details so we could send him a gift, as well as the contact person for the cake shop that we got in touch with to order said gift for the birthday celebrant.

Who was the last person you spoke to for over 5 minutes over the telephone? Maybe my grandma when she called a few months ago.

How many times have you went to the bathroom today? Around three times total, I think.

Who do you currently live with? My dad, mom, Nina, my brother, Kimi, and Cooper.

What do you like better: sour or sweet candy? Sweeeeeeet. No sour anything for me, thanks.

Have you ever been told that you have an annoying laugh? No but I hope this isn’t an actual thing people say to other people. They can think others’ laugh is annoying, but I think it’s one of those things that you can just try to get over and is unnecessary to raise lol.

#survey #surveys

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prettywordsyouleft · 6 years ago

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Touch

Summary: Jaebum knew what you meant to him from the first time he saw you. That didn’t stop him from wanting to touch you to confirm you as his soulmate. Though touching you made him lose you from his life. Would he find you again?

Pairing: Im Jaebum x reader (ft. Park Jinyoung)

Genre: soulmate au / angst / romance

Warnings: Doctor Park apparently cannot help himself and reappears >_> (none)

A/N: So here it is, the long awaited, final spinoff to the Destined world. When I introduced Officer Im in To Love You, a lot of you wanted to know more about his journey with his soulmate. I dubbed her Kat in that story, which makes this special because I’ve written this story for my wonderful friend @listlessmaenads‘s birthday… I’m sorry it took so long, but I hope it is worth the wait.

Word count: 7408

This is part of the Destined world. You can read this without the knowledge of the series, but to tie it altogether, I recommend reading the others in the series linked below.

Destined series: Destined // To Love You // Forever

It was ironic. Everyone would always talk about when you met your soulmate. There was hardly any discussion of what would happen after, outside of the typical happily ever after scenario.

Because you were meant to be with your destined partner forever.

Perhaps the lack of information was why Jaebum struggled now. There was nothing to tell him what to do without you. Sure, he wasn’t completely naïve. There were people who met their soulmates and lost them through accidents or poor health. That was just life. At least then, the remaining partner is left with a final answer. Your soulmate wouldn’t come back to life and you would continue in this world in the best way you saw fit.

But you hadn’t died. You were still out there somewhere.

That was why he struggled. How was Jaebum meant to go on without you in his world, when you had so easily become everything he lived for?

“Y/N, don’t go over there!” a voice called out sternly and Jaebum stared at you on the other side of the fence to the kindergarten play yard, your own eyes desperate to see why everyone behind him sounded so happy. This wasn’t your first time standing there watching as all the children played together energetically. Sometimes you would cry, begging the adult who would come to collect you that you wanted to play too. You were always dragged away, screaming and kicking until you were no longer within his sight.

And each time Jaebum would come over to the fence, wishing he had some way to break you free from your confines and help sneak you into the playground.

He couldn’t play when he saw you looking so miserable.

Over the weeks, he had learned a little more about you. If he was quick enough to reach you before the adults did, he would talk to you or offer you gifts. He once gave you his favourite rock that he had been carrying around in his pocket ever since he found it. And in return, you gave him one of your cat-themed hair clips with a smile.

“Keep it safe for me,” you instructed as you slipped it through the fence and tossed it into his open palms, smiling brightly. “One day, I’ll come in there and then I’ll take it back, okay?”

You never did make it into the kindergarten grounds, but when Jaebum started his third year of school, he recognised you immediately as you walked into his classroom. And as your eyes nervously scanned the faces within the room, when you settled on his, you smiled.

Jaebum grinned back at you and that was the start of your budding friendship.

“So you can’t come to my birthday party?” he asked sadly, and you didn’t respond, lowering your head instead. Jaebum didn’t like when your long hair fell like a veil over your face and he instinctively reached out to shift it aside, but you were faster, scooting away from his touch and blinking back your emotions rapidly.

He winced and tried to cheer you up. “It’s okay. I could bring you some birthday cake to school.”

“You would do that for me?” you asked, staring back at him wide-eyed.

“Of course!”

“Why?”

Jaebum frowned. “Because we’re friends.”

A small smile crossed your lips and you repeated the word several times over, liking the sound of it rolling off your tongue. “We’re really friends, right?”

“I just said we are.”

“One day, when I ask you to, would you help your friend escape?” you asked earnestly and despite his age, Jaebum knew you were serious about it. He watched as you pleaded with him silently, your eyes begging him to agree.

He nodded, smiling at you. “I’ll do anything to help you, Y/N.”

Over the years, Jaebum realised that your family weren’t mean people as he once believed of them to be; rather you were from the richest family in this town. It meant that you were treated like a prized possession and subsequently denied the same experiences Jaebum had in fear you would be tarnished in some way. He was actually surprised you weren’t home-schooled with how strict your family were about everything when it came to you. Every day you were chaperoned to and from school, with zero time after the end of the school day to hang out with friends. It made it hard for you to keep up with the happenings of the people around you and eventually, led to you shutting off from attempting to remain on friendly terms with most of your classmates.

Except with Jaebum, of course.

You rolled your eyes dramatically. “Don’t you have something better to do?”

“No, I think annoying you will suffice.”

You couldn’t hide the small smile that graced your lips, though you moved away from him when he tried to flick a crumb from your lunch off your uniform. Some things had never changed. From the first time Jaebum met you as a child, to now as middle-schoolers, not once had you actually touched him. Or anyone for that matter. You had an exemption from team projects and had successfully avoided physical connection with anyone. He had asked you about it once, and you had mentioned you would be in grave trouble if your parents ever found out you had allowed yourself to touch another human.

“But why? Are they scared you’ll meet your soulmate and run away?” he had joked but the sincerity in your expression made Jaebum realise that was exactly it.

Now and then, he wanted to test the barrier between you. Surely, you couldn’t spend the rest of your life not touching another person. And so, as usual, whenever Jaebum found you alone in the library, he leaned in closer to you, the lack of space not allowing you to move away.

“Jaebum,” you warned as he stared at you, his eyes falling captive with soaking you in.

Just as he had done as a child, his own habit of getting lost staring at you hadn’t changed once. He could do this all day long. In fact, his grades last year had suffered from his inability to stop staring at you.

You let out a huff of air. “Jaebum, you’re doing it again.”

“Does it bother you?” he murmured and you blinked a couple of times, chewing on your lip in thought. He leaned in even closer and for a moment, he actually thought your bodies might brush up against each other with the close proximity he now held. It made him anxious, as if every cell within his body was on high alert. Jaebum never knew why he was so fascinated with the idea of being the first person you reached out for, but it was a goal all the same. He yearned to hold your hand and let you know it was safe to do so.

Reality knocked on you both, or in this case rang, the end of lunch bell signalled the afternoon classes were about to begin. He leapt back in fright, whining when he smacked his leg into the side of the table you were both seated at. You seemed just as afflicted as he was with his pain before giggling lightly. “Serves you right.”

“Don’t laugh at my pain.”

“Why not? You were pushing the boundaries.”

Jaebum stared at you. “Do you plan on never touching anyone?”

You didn’t reply, avoiding his gaze. Jaebum stepped into your view, walking backwards towards your classroom. You held out a hand towards him and shook it. “Move before you fall.”

“Why, if I trip, will you just let me fall?”

“What is wrong with you today? Can’t you respect my wishes?”

A wry smile crossed his lips. “Are they really yours?”

“Jaebum, come on, stop it.”

“I’m doing nothing wrong!”

You attempted to step around him and he sidestepped to block your escape, his chuckle outdoing your grumble. You glared at him. “You’re not funny.”

“Not trying to be.”

“Why does it matter so much if you touch me or not?!” you asked exasperatedly and he stopped moving altogether, your stop unstable as not to bang into him. You teetered on your heels, eyes wide with your lack of balance.

Jaebum put his arms out to catch you before you fell, though you staggered back, avoiding his offer and instead heavily banged into the wall beside you. He groaned as if he felt the pain himself.

Neither of you spoke for a minute, both staring at each other as the emotions flooded you. He could see how bothered you were, but fear outweighed your annoyance. He was surprised and hurt by your avoidance, and his chest felt restricted from your open rejection.

It was more painful this time around. Especially since he knew what you were to him. Jaebum was certain of it.

Collecting himself, he shrugged and turned on his heel, stalking away from you. “Jaebum!”

“Don’t bother, maybe I’m wrong.”

It was the longest period of time since you had re-entered his world that Jaebum had gone without talking to you. Part of him felt it was petty, and it probably was. He had respected your wishes for so many years now, so why could he no longer accept it? He didn’t want to admit it mattered to him whether you let him touch you or not. Because it did mean something. When you were in pain, and he experienced a similar sensation at the same time had been enough to start cementing the idea in his mind. Some nights, Jaebum would lay upon his bed and think back to the very start, of when he would rush over to the kindergarten fence to greet you. He had no real reason to. He hadn’t ever been a curious child; he just went with the flow and did what the majority of his peers would. And none of them came over to see who you were.

Just him.

He had been fascinated with you for years.

Fascination had its limitations without further knowledge though and Jaebum was frustrated. It irked him that you would openly avoid him, the one constant in your world. If he didn’t know how much you cherished his friendship just by gazing into your eyes to see the warmth they held for him, he would have given up by now. Just like everyone else had. You were too closed off from the world for most people to handle.

And even if, to him, you felt like an open book some days, Jaebum was starting to realise he had limited access to how you truly felt. It hurt more than it should and that was the real reason he hadn’t spoken to you in three weeks. He was embarrassed that he had given you every part of himself and received little in return.

That was why he ignored your calls out to him, bowing his head low to avoid you seeing his emotions rise on his face as he did so. It pained him to witness the sadness in your eyes, and if he didn’t see it, the ache in his chest wouldn’t get any larger than it already was. There was no real winner in this situation, your misery, whether he saw it or not, would cast over his world like a gloomy day took away the sunshine.

But Jaebum was learning about his pride. He needed to stand up for himself before he fell at your feet completely.

For another week, Jaebum managed to avoid you until you confronted him finally, not letting him pass you by. “Are you really sulking over this?”

He didn’t reply, merely jutting out his jaw in petulance, annoyance rising in his chest at your term. Jaebum didn’t see it as sulking, he had a right to be offended, hurt by your lack of trust in him.

As if you read his thoughts, you leaned down so you could catch his gaze, softening your expression a little. He couldn’t help but stare back at you greedily. Had he really not looked at you over the last month? You didn’t look as bright as you once did and his chest ached heavily.

“I trust you with my entire life, Im Jaebum.”

Glancing up properly, he swallowed roughly back the multitude of feelings that rushed to the surface from your sentence. Jaebum wasn’t ready to smile and give in to your whims, even if he wanted to. It was hard to force back the immediate elation, to challenge you instead. Yet he managed to shrug, seemingly nonchalant. “Sure you do.”

“You don’t believe me?” you asked, half-whispered, and he had to close his eyes before your first tear rolled down your cheeks. “You’re the only person in my life that I know I want to be around forever.”

He couldn’t answer this time, not because of annoyance, but the lump in his throat from hearing your shaky voice had rendered him unable to. You seemed to notice this and coughed back the rest of your emotions, clearing your throat before continuing.

“I think you’re my soulmate too.”

Your announcement rocked Jaebum’s world and for a moment he was stunned, before he propelled himself forward, eager to find out if you truly were. Touch was all that was left on his list to cement your connection and it still eluded him as you took a step back, heaving a little with his sudden approach. You shot him a smile. “I know we’re soulmates, Jaebum. Which is why I need you to trust in me. Give me some time to figure out how to deal with the impending consequences of when I let you touch me.”

“What consequences?”

For a moment you didn’t respond, though your cheeks had flared up with colour. Whatever you were imagining now had him uneasy, kicking the toe of his shoe slowly across the tile of the floor. He started to think of what would happen after connection and his boyish fantasies of kissing you flooded to the forefront of his mind. His face felt hot now. “Oh, uh… oh.”

You giggled and nodded slowly. “I don’t think holding your hand would be the best thing for me to do right now. Even though I want to. Because I think if I did, I wouldn’t be able to let go. And with how my family is…”

You stopped for a moment, the wash of concern erasing your happiness. After chewing your wobbly lip for a moment, you braved him a watery smile. “I just don’t want them to take me away from you.”

Jaebum knew he would wait for as long as he had to now. You were right, even if he craved it like no other, physical connection wasn’t needed to confirm what his heart and mind already had.

You were his already.

With the promise of adulthood almost around the corner, your relationship shifted dramatically. Surprisingly, neither of you had succumbed to teenage desires, though there definitely had been some close calls. Perhaps it was due to your extremely limited access to the outside world still, with school being your only escape from your home on the hill. Jaebum had exclaimed that it should be a crime to keep someone captive when there was so much to see and experience. And whilst you would always joke about being a princess locked in your tower, Jaebum was never able to become a knight in shining armour for you.

Until one afternoon.

“What did you just say?” he uttered, eyes blown wide at your suggestion.

Your recklessness was evident in your gaze, and you stifled a giggle. “Let’s go now.”

“Where, to Art class? That’s where-”

“No.” You shook your head, stepping closer to him and halting his ability to breathe. “I want to go somewhere other than classes. Let’s ditch the afternoon.”

“Are you the Y/N I’ve known for years now or did something possess you?” he wondered and you rolled your eyes, stalking down the hallway towards the exit. Jaebum jogged to catch up to you, fingering his car keys within his pocket. Being at school without you there didn’t appeal to him anyway.

However, he stopped once you were both standing by his car, looking at you hesitantly. Why was he so nervous? It wasn’t as if you were two delinquents who did this often. Nor was he some honour roll student who followed the school rules like some mantra. No, he was just a regular student who could make exceptions for you.

“Open the car, Jae.”

He wanted to ask you if you knew the implications of what was about to occur. As he unlocked the doors and climbed inside, he knew this wasn’t some spur of the moment rebellion. You had clearly been planning this. Jaebum had just been blind to what occupied your thoughts for some time.

Any hesitation evaporated as soon as he ignited the engine and pulled out of the school lot.

Jaebum took you to the beach.

If there had been one place he wanted to take you to first, this was it. The weather wasn’t all that warm, which meant there was no one else around. You smiled before you stepped out onto the sand, soon dancing through the dunes and over to the water. You played together as children would, frolicking around and kicking water at each other. Your laughter was swept away with the wind and soon the air was sending a chill down each of your backs. Still, you remained at the beach, now walking side by side along the edge of the water in silence.

Words weren’t needed right now. It was the first time he had ever been alone with you. No fellow students, teachers, parents, it was as if this endless beach belonged to you both. The waves crashed and rolled in closer to you both, a threat lingering further out at sea. The impending consequence on the horizon. It was too far out for it to be a sole focus now, up here where the waves were gentler. And without any warning, he felt it.

Your hand slipped into his effortlessly, as if it was made to fit seamlessly against his. He held it instantly, feeling more purpose within that action than anything else in his life. The shy smile that crossed your lips spread his own out wide.

And by the time you were heading back to his car, lips on lips were all you and he could think of.

“We should go before we do something more.”

“We should do it all today,” you refuted, your gaze flitting from his eyes to his mouth for the umpteenth time. Jaebum’s followed suit, wondering if you would taste as good as your cherry lips looked.

“Is there something I should know about? Some magical clock ticking over our heads rushing us? Will you be locked away for good after this?”

He shouldn’t have joked about it and when you laughed and shook your head in response, it was careless of you not to consider that there was another hand in this relationship. Already suffocating out the air that had started to overflow on this day.

Still, the focus was there. Why were you so eager to kiss him? Just holding your hand had every sense alive within him. What would happen when his lips met yours? He craved the knowledge, yet didn’t actively reach for it either. He had gotten all too used to waiting on your permission to move across this board. He followed his queen around as the knight he had been destined to become.

“Don’t you think we’ve waited far too long?”

“Might I remind you, I was eager to do this a long time ago.”

You smirked. “I remember. I thought becoming a teenager would make you more reckless though.”

“Are you claiming I’m tamed?”

Shrugging, you giggled as you turned away from him, moving towards his car. Jaebum followed, as he always did. Yet this time, he stopped you from getting inside, entrapping you against the door with a hand on either side of your head. You chewed your luscious lips with anticipation and a groan rumbled from within his chest.

“I can be reckless too,” he informed, pressing his lips firmly on yours. Sparks flew much like your hair was within the wind. He let his hands fall from the doorframe to smooth down your tresses, slipping to the nape of your neck as the kiss deepened.

His soul was hungry for more and you weren’t holding back from offering it. Your hands gripped tightly to his shoulder blades, burning the skin that laid underneath them with your touch. It was overwhelming and when he finally pulled away, it wasn’t for anything more than a need for air.

Your eyes were shot and your lips were swollen. In his mind, you had never looked this beautiful before. Tenderly reaching up to cup his cheek, you smiled. “I love you, Jaebum.”

“I’ve always loved you,” he replied, kissing you again and again.

When the wind had settled, so had you both, climbing into his car and driving around aimlessly. The skies turned multihued, striking colours before your eyes and then the night enveloped the sun, littering the heavens with stars. You found a place to eat, and the skill to do so whilst never letting go of one another. And then you directed him to a place just on the outskirts of town, surprising him of your knowledge when he had been certain you never left your home except for school.

Smiling, you jumped out of the car and headed towards the abandoned home, entering it as if you owned it. And like usual, Jaebum followed you in.

“Should we be in here?”

“Should we go home?” you countered and Jaebum tilted his head to the side, giving in to your smile yet again. You grinned and placed down your bag. He hadn’t noticed you bring it inside, nor had he seen how full it was today. Unzipping it, you pulled out a blanket and laid it down on the floor before sitting on it. “Whilst you played in playgrounds, I spent my time up here. This is my grandmother’s home.”

He looked around the vacant space for more answers, frowning as he sat down beside you. “Why has it been let go?”

“She wasn’t the reason for our wealth. My mother was born poor, and my grandmother was ill when I was a child.” Leaning back on your arms, you seemed lost in fond memories of what this place once was. “My happiest moments were in this house.”

“You mean, you haven’t been happy with me?”

Looking over at him, you shook your head. “Not until today.”

Jaebum could understand. The shackles around you meant experiencing true feelings would have been hard for you. He was certain you had never smiled as much as you had done so today. Staring around at the darkened living space, he pointed to a clear colour difference on the wall. “What was once there?”

“A family portrait.”

He asked more questions and you answered them, your bodies naturally getting tangled in the process. With your head resting on his shoulder and his arm holding you to his side, the questions slowly stopped mattering. Kisses began again, the addiction ever present with every caress of his mouth on yours. Desire licked at his abdomen, and tightened his pants. Jaebum groaned when your leg inadvertently passed over his affected area and you sat back, blinking slowly.

Embarrassment heated his skin. “It’s just that uh, well, you do things to me.”

“Should I do more?” you offered, and the intense gaze you held weakened his resolve. Were you really insinuating you went all the way tonight? Glancing away, at the house you had brought him to, he understood why you were both here now.

Jaebum brushed the hair away from your face. “Tonight is all we have?”

“I won’t let it stop here, but if there is a chance that this is our only open window for some time, I want to do everything.”

“I wasn’t as prepared as you have been, you should have given me some warning,” he admitted and you smiled encouragingly, reaching over for your bag again. You retrieved a foil package and he shot you an inquisitive look. Your cheeks flushed with colour. “I made sure I had everything for today, just in case.”

Jaebum took over from there, ensuring you felt everything you possibly could whilst the night grew darker outside. And just before dawn, you drove back in silence, Jaebum finally pulling up outside where you lived. He didn’t want to let you go, his gut instinct reluctant to even stop the car.

You smiled and leaned over to kiss him. “We don’t end here.”

“I’m just worried. Maybe we should run away. If we leave and never return, no one can tear us apart.”

“No one can now anyway,” you assured, kissing him again. “Not after how we spent tonight.”

He couldn’t hold back his smile, nodding once in agreement. You heaved a deep breath before you finally let him go, slipping out of the car and into the gated residence.

You weren’t at school the next day. Nor the following day either. In fact, for an entire week, you held no appearance in his world, as if the night shared together had somehow snuffed you out of his existence when daylight came. He drove to your neighbourhood often, watching for movement within the home.

Yet there was nothing.

Jaebum didn’t go to school on Monday. He couldn’t face it without you there. And when the doorbell rang, he didn’t shift from his bed to answer it either. It wasn’t until his Mum entered his room and handed him a package that he stirred away from his heavy thoughts. “Were you waiting on something?”

Glancing at the handwriting on the box, Jaebum sat up, taking it immediately from her and opening it hastily. He stopped moving altogether when he saw the contents. Inside laid a rock he had once carried with him every day as a child. And beside it laid a note.

Find me.

“Get in here!” a voice instructed and the sounds of a drunken protest filled the early morning within the station. Jaebum chuckled to himself yet didn’t look up to see what was going on, his gaze glued to the computer system in front of him.

Much like it always was.

“Why are you apprehending me? I am not someone who needs to be brought here!”

“That’s what they all say and yet it’s for your own good. A night in the cell will sober you right up and you won’t think of causing such a scene again,” the officer scolded tiredly, the sounds of the small cell in the corner opening and shutting following his words. And then the constable came over and slumped into the chair beside Jaebum. “Has it been busy?”

“Only a dispatch for a traffic offence but the neighbouring station picked it up instead.”

“I hate working the graveyard shift on a Saturday,” his colleague mentioned with a groan and Jaebum merely smiled. It wasn’t the first time he’d heard the proclamation and it wouldn’t be the last.

However, Jaebum had no issues with working through the night. Sometimes, it would be busier than tonight and whilst he preferred being parked up at the front desk taking down complaints and sorting out minor disputes, getting out into the neighbourhood was welcomed when he felt the dread of being unsuccessful settle into his chest.

“Listen here!” the drunkard demanded and Jaebum quirked an eyebrow before turning to face the apprehended man. He was surprised to see someone of similar age within the cell, his tousled designer dress pants and shirt looking out of place behind bars. The raven haired man pointed a finger directly at him. “I need to find her okay? I won’t stop until I find her!”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, you’ve been saying that over and over but you know what? You can’t find someone who you don’t have in your phone to ring, mate.”

Jaebum glanced at the fellow officer. “Who is he looking for?”

“Beats me, he’s been ranting on about lost love the whole way over here. I reckon he’s broken up with his girlfriend and gotten drunk over it or something.”

The man in the cell laughed a little too much in response. “How dare you address my soulmate as a mere girlfriend!”

Jaebum couldn’t help but look back at the man. He looked broken, despair filling his features as he crouched down in the corner by the bed. Cupping his face within his hand, he began to cry, rocking back and forth in his position.

“I miss her! I should have told her I wanted to be in her life. I would do anything to find her!”

Jaebum slowly turned to the screen in front of him. Records and previous searches stared back at him, your name in various forms attempted without any leads. He hadn’t found you in years. Not when he was without power had a trace been left to follow and after working hard to become a police officer, ten years after your disappearance from his world, Jaebum was still without you.

He wondered if he would ever find you.

After some time, the station grew silent, bar the heavy snoring of his partner. Jaebum needed a break from the chair he had been seated in for all too long and headed into the staff room, making himself a cup of coffee. Nights like these were hard to get by. When it was quiet, he would search for you. The data was endless, but whenever he felt he was close, the details wouldn’t match. He was certain by now that your family had changed your name, making it impossible for him to find you.

Why had they taken you away? What harm did he pose to your life? Still, after all these years, he couldn’t understand. He thought back to his childhood belief that your family were cruel people, not having anything else to go on. They had plucked you up, using their wealth and status to disappear without a trace.

Pouring a second cup of coffee, Jaebum dejectedly headed back out into the main floor of the station, his eyes going towards the man in the cell. He was no longer crying or protesting, instead, he remained silent on the floor, staring at nothing in particular.

His brooding felt similar and Jaebum cleared his throat to garner his attention. “Park Jinyoung?”

Holding out the coffee, the man got up and thanked him softly for the beverage through the bars. Jaebum didn’t shift away, watching as he drank some of the bitter drink and attempted to think of something to say.

Jinyoung beat him to it. “Have you ever felt as if, no matter what you do, you can’t get back what you let go of in the past?”

“Every day,” Jaebum responded, and Jinyoung glanced up at him in surprise.

He then sighed heavily. “I’m sure you’re not as foolish as I once was.”

“Well, getting drunk over your pain is something a lot of people experience in life. A police officer isn’t immune to it either.”

“I let her go before even giving it a shot. You’d think I would have been able to move on by now, yet every day my heart aches for her.”

“Some people just affect you for the rest of your life,” Jaebum mentioned softly and the man nodded in agreement. “It’s been some time since I saw my soulmate too.”

Jinyoung swallowed his mouthful and then frowned. “Did you lose her?”

“Not in the way most people do.”

“She’s still alive?”

Jaebum nodded.

At least, he was certain you were. Now and then, he would feel the emotions he would whenever you were in pain or upset, though they were dull in comparison to when he was able to see you every day. It led Jaebum to believe you were still out there, the only fuel he had left towards his endless search of you.

“How do you find someone you only know so little about?” Jinyoung wondered, his dark gaze turning earnest. “Can you find someone by a name?”

“In theory.”

“As an officer, shouldn’t you be able to access a database that lists the majority of society on it? Everyone has a record, right? Social numbers, health identifiers, shouldn’t they lead you to the person? An easy search, right?”

Jaebum chuckled, shrugging bitterly. “People can change information. If they don’t want to be found, they can remain that way.”

“Of course, this world is twisted after all.”

“Is your soulmate alive too?” Jaebum questioned and Jinyoung nodded. The man proceeded to tell Jaebum of his ill-fated meeting, the premature departure of his destined partner from his world and the consequences thereafter. He sympathised with the doctor, knowing some of the pain that he carried around daily.

It was the same Jaebum carried for you.

In return, Jaebum explained his own situation and by the end of it, Jinyoung felt more like a comrade than anything else. Jaebum’s shift ended when he opened up the cell, and instead of parting ways, he offered to buy breakfast.

Jinyoung looked up through his meal midway. “Even if it’s a small chance, you’ll actually search for her for me?”

“It’s my duty to serve the nation and help them with their needs,” Jaebum mentioned with a grin, Jinyoung’s lips curling up with renewed hope.

“Anything is worth a go. I need to right my wrongs,” he admitted and Jaebum nodded. After a few more mouthfuls, the man looked up again, his smile spreading over his lips. “I have a way to find someone as well, you know.”

“I’m listening.”

“Medical records have personal information on them. I’m not saying I’ll find anything, but I can certainly look it up. Here, I’ll give you my card. Message me all the formations of Y/N’s name and her date of birth. I’ll check it once I’m at work tomorrow.”

The elation of making his new connection with Jinyoung was short-lived. Jaebum had known better, but the hope he felt over another possible path forward had lent him too much with no return.

Not that he had been successful with finding Jinyoung’s soulmate either.

For the following months, the pair met regularly. It was comforting to finally have someone who understood the pain Jaebum held within his chest. Jinyoung became a good friend to him, ready to build him back up when despair hit and encourage him forward with new plans. Neither of them was any closer in their search but their friendship was positive for Jaebum. It meant he wasn’t alone.

And when he got close to finding you, it meant he had someone backing him up for once.

“I think I may have a lead on a name,” he told the doctor over the phone, pulling up the file he had stumbled across earlier in the day. “Her birth date matches and her national health identifier number is also documented which is odd since she gave the officer an international driver’s licence. It looks like she had an altercation a month ago with a traffic offence after arriving back in the country. Could you look it up in your system for me?”

“Of course, what’s the number? I’ll take a look as soon as I’m done doing my rounds.”

Jaebum had texted Jinyoung the information and waited almost two hours on edge for the response.

It was another dead end.

Seven months passed by without much process on either soulmate. Both men were tired and decided to take a small break from their searches. A week away at the beach in his hometown renewed their focus, though Jaebum couldn’t help but feel as if he was seeing you wherever he went. Quick glimpses of what he imagined you would look like now out of the corner of his eye would occur at least once a day, though every time he turned his head, he would never find you there.

Jinyoung had admitted to visions of his own lost love, and Jaebum wondered if now was his turn to experience the phenomena. He was certain you were nearby, though he didn’t know how to seek you out.

“Let’s go door knocking. We can come up with some plausible reason for a cop and a doctor to be asking around, right?”

Jaebum rolled his eyes. “You’re not helping.”

“I’m trying to lighten your mood, you know.”

It was Jinyoung who found a lead in finding you first. Not even a month after returning to work, he had rung in a rush, his breath heavy down the line. Jaebum’s shifts were different than his friend’s and he groggily pulled himself away from another dream about you. “What did you say?”

“I think I found Y/N.”

Sitting up with a start, he listened to the doctor prattle on about a building collapse that happened in Jaebum’s hometown. The injuries ranged from critical to minor, and when he was checking over the list of patients admitted, the file Jaebum had been looking up months ago with the medical number had matched up. The hospital there had been overwhelmed with the injuries so a lot had been transferred to his hospital in the city.

Jaebum barely heard anything else the doctor had to say as he yanked clothing onto his body and rushed out the door. He arrived at the hospital as fast as he could, running through to the emergency room and checking the faces within the beds. Not a single one matched yours, and he dropped into a chair outside the department, flinching when a hand rested on his shoulder.

Jaebum looked up, exasperated. “Where is she?”

“She has been discharged already, she had a gash to her arm and originally there was concern she had hit her head. However, results came back clear and she was good to go.”

“Already? My chance to find Y/N is over just like that?”

Jinyoung shook his head, holding up a piece of paper. Before he allowed Jaebum to take it, he gave his friend a stern look. “I’m not buying this defeatist attitude from you at all, Officer Im. If you give up, what hope do I have left? Here, my gift to you.”

“An address?” he hoped and the doctor nodded, handing it over. Jaebum held onto the paper as if it was somewhat precious. This was closer than he had ever been and he realised he was shaking with emotions.

“Don’t hate me if she’s not Y/N,” Jinyoung fare-welled and Jaebum numbly walked himself out to his car, getting in behind the steering wheel.

He sat there for some time, partially because he believed he wasn’t in the right frame of mind to drive, but also because he needed some kind of plan. All these years, he had been so adamant on finding you.

Now that he potentially had, what was the best step forward? Just show up on your doorstep and hope the part of your soul that craved his would recognise him immediately? What about your family? It had never dawned on him until now that you could have reached out to find him as well. You knew everything there was to him. Apart from moving to the city so he could become a police officer, nothing had changed.

Eventually, Jaebum arrived on the outskirts of his home town, driving passed the old lot where he had once spent the night with you. He was surprised to see the home had been knocked down since the last time he was here, the rubble being cleared away by contractors. He knew that the building collapse had been on the beachfront however, though it felt as if the removal of the derelict home that had once stood there held some significance right now. Driving to his destination, Jaebum pulled up outside the townhouses that lined the marine parade, looking towards the number he required.

He knocked on the door, waiting on the doorstep for some time without an answer. Were you not back from the hospital yet yourself? He didn’t know what form of transportation you had taken, and figuring he should come back within an hour, Jaebum headed across to the beach instead.

It was cool, the sunny weather that had enticed both him and Jinyoung here last month had washed out with the warm sea, replaced with chilly winds and crashing waves. It was comforting walking along the beach he had once spent an entire afternoon with you. As he trailed up towards the gulf, he thought back over every moment you shared together, from the first time you touched, to your hand slipping out of his that last time. That day had never left his memory, not once. He wouldn’t allow the details to fade over time, keeping it alive as if it had happened the day before. He could almost feel you as he turned back for the beach entrance now, your kisses lingering in the freezing air that hit his face.

As he neared the spot where he had parked up that day, his heart began to thud unevenly. Was it from the memory of pressing you against his car? Inadvertently, he had parked in the same spot as he had that day, though his car was different, it had attracted the attention of someone.

Stopping, he watched as the woman peered into the vehicle curiously, her lips pouting softly. When she turned away, he noticed the bandage on her arm.

Your arm.

“Y/N!” he called upon the wind, and it travelled to you, sending your hair flying about your face. You spun around, eyes widened by his voice. Jaebum started to move, the sand dunes slowing him somewhat, climbing back up to the parking lot where you remained frozen.

He panted when he finally stopped in front of you, now blinking rapidly to ensure he wasn’t hallucinating. Every time his eyes reopened, you were still staring back at him, stuck in the position you had been left rendered speechless within. Jaebum shifted first and you moved back, your eyes searching his.

“Y/N,” he repeated, this time with a smile. He stared down at you for what felt like an eternity. You had aged just how he had imagined you to, your teenage years far behind you, yet you still looked youthful. Your hairstyle was different, and you had lost some of the weight in your face.

You were still beautiful.

“Jaebum,” you breathed and he felt himself grinning, though he couldn’t tear his eyes away from you. It made you roll your own, the humour evident in your tone that followed. “You’re doing it again.”

He didn’t miss a beat, the words he once spoke to you as a child falling out effortlessly. “Does it bother you?”

Leaning in closer, you shifted back into his car, leaving little room for escape. He chuckled. “Will you avoid me touching you now as well?”

“It’s been so long, who knows where those hands have been,” you quipped, though he saw the way you steeled your breath in anticipation. Your hands were at the ready, and when he reached out for you, it was instantaneous. His lips found yours, his hands were in your hair and you were pressed against him as if no time had passed from that afternoon. The kisses were even better than how he remembered them. You tasted sweeter, if that was even possible, and his mind reeled from the explosion of your combined yearning.

His plan of taking it slow and talking it out with you was well and truly gone. He didn’t need to know where you had been or what had happened over all these years.

At least, the knowledge wasn’t as pressing as he thought it had been.

It could all wait until later. Right now, he could only think of how you felt being back in his arms.

He had finally found you. And this time, he wasn’t going to ever let go.

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solastia · 6 years ago

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Break My Stride | 3

Pairing: Yoongi x Jungkook

Word Count: 5,640

Summary: Yoongi is an Omega that has managed to escape the annual mating run without an Alpha for seven years in a row. He has no plans for that to change, but he’s unaware of his latest opponent: the newly presented Alpha Jeon Jungkook, his very determined childhood friend.

Warnings: I’m pretty sure most of you are already aware of what was coming up in this chapter, but the smut is here. The usual ABO madness (ya know, the weird stuff. Slick, weird peen growths, dudes that can get knocked up, unrealistic refractory periods). Other than that, nothing too crazy. They whipped. Chapter four will be the last one!

“Jungkook?”

Coming out of the woods was no one other than one of his best friends, although he’d most definitely transformed in the couple weeks he hadn’t seen him. It seemed presenting had changed him physically as well, shooting him up a couple inches so he towered over Yoongi even more than usual. His arms and legs were rippling with muscle that even the black tracksuit he was wearing couldn’t hide. His face was still the same though; the innocent grin an interesting contrast with the buff build.

He actually had to tamp down the flicker of interest that crossed his mind, because Jungkook was still as off-limits to him as he always was since he was one of his best friend’s little brother. Even more so, really, since the other was here to mate with someone.

Yoongi lowered his arm and turned the taser off, furrowing his brow in confusion. He sniffed at the air, realizing the intoxicating scent of lavender, clove, and Alpha was rolling off of the younger man in heady waves. It was so powerful and honestly was making Yoongi a little dizzy. He hadn’t ever smelled an Alpha this strong before.

“You’re an Alpha? What the fuck!”

Jungkook’s smirk widened as he slowly stalked towards Yoongi.

“Prime Alpha. Turns out it’s normal for Primes to present later.”

Yoongi snorts and stuffs the taser in his jacket, finally letting himself loosen up.

“Of course you’re a Prime. Jeon Jungkook has to be perfect at everything, so if he’s going to be an Asshole Alpha, he’ll be a Prime asshole.”

Jungkook giggles and nods towards the dirt burrow. “You should show me your cave, hyung. I’ve always wanted to see it.”

“Is that why you were running after me? Aren’t you supposed to be out chasing down some poor sucker? I heard you had someone in mind. Don’t think they’d like you being sidetracked.”

Jungkook hums and shrugs, silently begging Yoongi like he always did, all big twinkling eyes and bunny smile. And just like he had a million times before, Yoongi gave in like the soft ass bitch he was.

He sighed and dropped to his knees in front of the burrow, glancing back towards the excited Jungkook.

“It’s not too long, but it will probably be tight in a few spots for you now that you look like you snort protein powder. Make sure you let me know if you get stuck or something so I can help.”

“Yes, hyung.”

Yoongi crawls into the dirt tunnel and begins the familiar trek through. Jungkook was following close behind, both of them silent save for the occasional grunt or Jungkook’s usual sniffles. They were about halfway through when Yoongi realizes that he may have made a mistake letting Jungkook be in such a closed up space with him.

That scent of his was potent - the strongest Alpha scent he’d ever been around. He’s been trying to deny that it was doing anything to him, but he was slowly losing that battle. His Omega was practically preening being in the presence of a Prime, relishing the way the Alpha’s scent was wrapped around them like a protective shield. It was screaming at him to present and mate. Thankfully, the scent blocking gel he’d used still seemed to be working. Jungkook wouldn’t be able to scent his growing arousal - or so he thought.

He’d forgotten about a certain Omegan trait until he heard the soft growling coming from behind him. Yoongi froze for a moment, suddenly realizing the back of his pants felt a little damp. He’d been so caught up in his thoughts he hadn’t noticed that he’d begun to leak slick. Not a lot, but enough that the newly presented Alpha behind him was obviously able to scent.

Yoongi dared a quick look behind him, audibly gulping at the sight of the Alpha staring at his ass like he was a starving man at an all you can eat buffet. Jungkook was grinding his jaw and had his nails dug into the dirt like he was trying to control himself. Yoongi decided the best course of action was to continue as silently and quickly as possible so they could both forget this ever happened.

He rushed forward, uncaring of the tree roots and pebbles digging into his hands and knees. When the tunnel began to widen and the musty air of his cave reached him, he breathed a sigh of relief. He slid out of the tunnel and stepped off to the side to brush off his clothes as Jungkook came out, still looking a little ragged but at least he wasn’t trying to jump him.

Yoongi wandered over towards the cooler he’d stashed earlier, pulling out a couple bottles of water. He handed one to Jungkook and drank his own quickly, stashing the bottle away in a bag he’d gotten for trash. Jungkook slowly sipped his as he strolled around the cave, inspecting every nook and cranny.

His stupid Omegan brain was waiting for a sign from the Alpha that he liked all the work that he had put into the place. He’d spent the past week sneaking into the preserve and getting this place ready for him to camp out overnight in, sweeping and making sure it was free of bugs or other critters.

There was now a cooler full of drinks, including beer and soju if he got in the mood. Bags of snacks, a boombox, and an overnight bag filled with clothes and toiletries just in case were against a rock wall. The walls were lined with battery powered fairy lights that he’d had to travel four hours to the big city to obtain. Several candles that he’d scattered around were still going, their subtle lavender scent that had once smelled great to him now seeming stale when compared to Jungkook.

The thing he was most proud of was smack dab in the middle of the cave. Lining the floor were five huge rugs which he placed a huge air mattress on top of. The mattress was covered with twelve blankets and eight pillows, all fluffy and new, arranged perfectly so he’d be able to sink right into the softness. He’d always prided himself on being an excellent nester.

“Wow! This looks amazing. Who knew a cave could be so cozy?” Jungkook raved, his eyes wide as he took in the setup.

Yoongi turned and hid his blush by focusing on pulling all the random crap out of his pockets so he could get comfortable. Jungkook continued poking around in things; picking up a candle to sniff, trying to sneak a peek into the duffle bag, ruffling around in the bag of snacks - all while stealing glances at the bed in the middle of the room.

Jungkook was no stranger to sleeping in the same bed as him, but Yoongi couldn’t be sure that the young Alpha was aware that only mates were allowed in nests. Kook stealing his bed or couch occasionally wasn’t that big of a deal, especially when his scent had been nonexistent as a beta. But this? This was most definitely a nest in the middle of a primitive den, and the thought of Jungkook’s scent saturating the new bedding made him feel...well, things he shouldn’t be feeling.

Yoongi sits on the edge of his nest and kicks his shoes off, flinging them in the general direction of his duffle bag. He rests his arms on top of his thighs, watching Jungkook’s explorations in amusement.

Jungkook is munching on a stolen bag of chips when he walks over to the cooler and peeks inside.

“You got any banana milk, hyung?”

Yoongi snorts. “No. I don’t keep a supply of banana milk for you wherever I go. Grab some water to take with you.”

Jungkook hums noncommittedly and throws the now empty bag away before grabbing a bottle of soju. He unscrews it and takes a massive swig straight from the bottle, smacking his lips and sighing with contentment.

“I didn’t think you liked flavored soju.”

Yoongi shrugs, watching Jungkook curiously. “Grapefruit isn’t too sweet.”

Why the hell was he still here?

Jungkook nods and sets the bottle down slowly, staring right into Yoongi’s eyes as he creeps towards the carpeted area. He stands right there with his toes nearly on top of one of the rugs, nearly in Yoongi’s nest, and he couldn’t take it anymore.

“What are you doing, Kook? You’re wasting time here when you should be out there chasing down your mate. They are probably wondering where you are.”

“They know where I am.”

“You told them you were going to hang out with me and they were fine with it?”

“Hyung, you’re usually so smart. Think about it.”

Jungkook smirked as Yoongi studied him, finding amusement in his growing expression of alarm.

“You figure it out, Yoongi? I know you’re aware that I had a crush on you when I was a kid. It never went away - just got stronger. I figured I’d wait until I graduated from the police academy before I tried to court you. Show you I could be a good mate even though I was a Beta.”

“That kind of stuff doesn’t matter to me.”

“I know. It mattered to me though. I wanted to give you everything. Wanted to be a good mate that could take care of you like you deserve. When I presented, I cried I was so happy. Well, after I cried because it hurt like a bitch.”

Yoongi huffed a little laugh, still very overwhelmed. He let Jungkook’s revelation marinate in his head. In the back of his mind, he’d always known about Jungkook’s crush. When he was young, he hadn’t been very shy about it, always following Yoongi around and giving him poems when he was visiting.

He had never really looked at him that way since he’d been so young, but there had been a moment of weakness at Jungkook’s 18th birthday that he’d beaten himself up over ever since. For a moment, Yoongi had seen him as a man, a man that he might want, but he’d ruthlessly squashed it just as quickly as the thought had appeared. He was young, he was Jin’s little brother, he was still bright and innocent as opposed to Yoongi’s admittedly often bitter outlook.

In short, he’d been off limits.

But now he was here essentially offering Yoongi his heart on a platter, and he’d never been more tempted by anything in his life.

Jungkook had always been one of his favorite people, despite their age gap. They were similar in more ways than not and tended to gravitate towards each other when their group was together. Jungkook had long ago gotten Yoongi wrapped around his finger. He already knew that the younger was a good person and would make an amazing mate for someone. Could he possibly be that someone?

He observed Jungkook’s earnest expression, weighing everything in his mind. He had a feeling that he’d possibly been in love with Jungkook this entire damn time, but had just refused to acknowledge it. He pictured a future with Jungkook as his Alpha, Jungkook as the father of his pups, Jungkook living in his house...

Yoongi inhaled sharply, piercing Jungkook with his intense gaze.

“The house...”

Jungkook’s eyes softened, smiling fondly at him. “I bought it for you, hyung. Whether you choose me today or not, it’s yours.”

Yoongi sighed, knowing he was giving in. No other Alpha would ever measure up to what he could have here. This Alpha who’d been there through the hardest moments of Yoongi’s life and stood by him, who sang him to sleep when he had insomnia, who remembered the house that Yoongi loved and bought it for him with apparently no strings attached. He wondered if part of the reason he’d always rejected other Alphas was that he was waiting for Jungkook, in some weird Omega fixation that he’d never acknowledged.

“I’ll admit that I’m flattered and very tempted, but Kook, are you sure you want me? I mean, you could have anyone, especially being a Prime. I’m...well, me. You haven't really gotten out there to explore and -”

Jungkook cuts him off quickly. “Hyung, do you think I’m trying to settle because I don’t know any better or think you’re an easy choice? I’ve had plenty of chances to choose someone else, but I can’t. It’s you, it’s always been you. I’ve loved you since before I even knew what love was.” Jungkook’s eyes are glassy with unshed tears, and Yoongi worries that he might have made him think he was outright rejecting him. He knew Jungkook was super sensitive, but before he could say anything else Jungkook spoke again.

“Also, I already know how you are. You’re trying to use that to scare me away, but I already know that you can be an asshole sometimes. So can I. I know that people take their lives into their hands waking you up. I know that when you’re trying to protect yourself you either lash out or close up completely. I know that your anxiety and self-esteem are shit sometimes and you’ll need a lot of reassurance. I know that you’re scared some Alpha will come along and try to make you feel inferior or change you into someone you aren’t, and I can promise that won't happen with me. I love the way we are now, equals with a little bit of babying me on the side,” Jungkook grins when Yoongi snorts, shaking his head fondly at the other.

Yoongi wasn’t about to admit that he was close to joining the other with some tears of his own.

“Omega,” Jungkook says softly, so rife with emotion that Yoongi can hear everything he’s trying to say in just that one word. “May I enter your nest?”

Yoongi swallows nervously because this is it. This is the moment he should be telling Jungkook to leave, but he doesn’t want to. For once, Yoongi is going to be selfish and take what he wants.

“Yes.”

Jungkook’s eyes widen at the whispered acceptance, his smile growing so wide it was blinding. Yoongi watched as Jungkook kicked off his shoes frantically, before turning back to him. He takes a deep breath then steps forward slowly, keeping his eyes on Yoongi to check for any changes as he gets closer to the nest. Yoongi could have told him that he wasn’t going to reject him now - especially not the slutty Omega in his head screaming to present already. However, watching Jungkook be cautious around him was amusing.

Yoongi scooted further into the middle of the nest and waited for Jungkook. When the Alpha finally climbs onto the mattress he releases a relieved breath, making Yoongi laugh.

“I’m not going to bite your face off. Get up here,” Yoongi orders with a chuckle.

Jungkook grins bashfully and crawls the rest of the way without hesitation until they are both cuddled in the middle with both of their heads on the same pillow, facing each other. He tentatively wraps his legs with the others and brings his nose to Yoongi’s neck, only to growl and sit up.

“What’s the matter?” Yoongi asks, terrified that he’d already done something wrong.

“I forgot you’re a dirty cheater for a minute,” Jungkook rolls his eyes and shuffles through his pockets, bringing out a travel sized packet of baby wipes. “I brought these because I knew you were going to try something like that.”

He pulls a couple out and starts wiping Yoongi’s neck free of the descenting salve, reaching a little bit under his collar to get it all, even wiping behind his ears and his wrists. Yoongi’s face was bright red with embarrassment, but he hid behind his smug grin.

“It was a good idea though, right?”

“Yeah. I couldn’t smell anything. Luckily I know what your little grandpa run sounds like, plus you make these cute squeaking sounds.”

“Shut the fuck up. I don’t squeak.”

“You do. It’s adorable, hyung.”

Jungkook smirks down at him as he finishes wiping him, throwing them across the cave before settling back into his former position and burying his nose into Yoongi’s neck.

“Damn,” Jungkook grunted, inhaling deeply. “I knew you would smell good. It’s like...sunshine and happiness.”

Yoongi sputtered, trying to stave off the involuntary shiver caused by Jungkook’s warm breath caressing his gland.

“What kind of cheesy shit are you saying in my own cave?”

Jungkook giggles, nuzzling his nose against the collar.

“Omega? May I remove your collar?”

Jungkook glances up at him with such a look of adoration that Yoongi can hardly breathe.

“Yeah. Go ahead, Alpha.”

He can hear Jungkook’s sharp inhale, no doubt surprised Yoongi of all people had called him that without adding words like ‘asshole’ or ‘jackass.”

Jungkook unclasps the collar almost reverently, gulping as Yoongi’s bare neck is exposed. He shoves the collar into his pocket before glancing up to make sure he still had permission to scent him like this. Yoongi decided to throw the young Alpha into a frenzy instead, smirking as he tilted his neck back in a show of absolute submission.

Jungkook’s Alpha answers the call, rumbling happily as he nuzzles against Yoongi’s gland, huffing and panting against it like he needed Yoongi’s scent to breathe.

They lay there comfortably like that for a while, both of them basking in each other’s scents and letting the fact that this was real soak into their brains.

Finally, Jungkook pulls his head out and scoots up until he’s face to face with Yoongi again. He’s a little alarmed by the determined expression that the Alpha is suddenly sporting, but the fact that he can’t stop staring at Yoongi’s lips gives him a clue as to what he’s thinking.

“You were my first kiss, you know. My only kiss, actually,” Jungkook whispers, throwing an arm across the other’s waist to draw him closer.

“What? You mean that - “ Yoongi sputters, both because of the revelation and because Jungkook’s body against his is rock hard.

“The time I kissed you at my 18th birthday. You thought I was just being drunk and weird, but I meant it.”

“I just assumed you didn’t remember and I didn’t want to embarrass you.”

“I remember. You know what else I remember? You kissed me back.”

A blush blooms in Yoongi’s cheeks, because he had. He’d been unable to resist when he’d felt Jungkook’s soft lips against his own. Just like he’d been unable to resist jerking off over the incident for a couple weeks after.

“I...uhh - “

“You should do it again.”

Jungkook’s face was now hovering right over his, his lips so close that he could feel his breath on his face.

“I should?”

“Kiss me, Yoongi,” Jungkook whispers, and he is done for.

He shoots up and smashes his lips against Jungkook’s, not even caring that their teeth had managed to hit each other. He still kisses like Yoongi remembers - desperate and unreserved, like kissing Yoongi was the only thing keeping him alive. Jungkook cradles Yoongi’s cheek and softly moans into his mouth, and Yoongi has never felt so desired in his entire life. Just from a simple kiss.

He can feel himself leaking so much that his pants are probably drenched and taking them off sounds like a great idea.

He pulls away from the kiss and Jungkook whimpers cutely in denial, making Yoongi grin smugly. He laces a hand through Jungkook’s hair and tries to grab his attention. The other meets his gaze, although it’s dazed with a little more than simple arousal, he thinks.

“Jungkook, you good?”

He silently nuzzles against Yoongi’s cheek.

“Kook?”

Still nothing.

“Alpha?”

Jungkook rumbles, huffing a little as he seeks out Yoongi’s gland again.

“Holy shit. Are you scent high right now?” Yoongi laughs as suddenly all of his doubts vanish.

The only way that someone could get scent high was with bonded mates, as it was usually meant as a way for an Omega mate to calm their Alpha. That they weren’t even bonded yet and it affected Jungkook like this was a true testament to how he felt about him. Although, he was sure the fact that the other was still new to scents played a part as well.

“Jungkook. Come on, baby Alpha, I’m sure you’re having a grand time, but you need to sober up a bit before we can do more.”

Jungkook blinks like he’s trying to understand.

“Mate? Mine?”

“Yes, but you need to snap out of it if you want to do something about it.”

Yoongi slaps a hand over his scent gland making the Alpha whine.

“Come on, Kook. Breathe regular air.”

Yoongi waits for a few moments, observing the flush on Jungkook’s cheeks lighten as he pants. Honestly, he looked cute as hell like this and he’d have to let him do it as much as he wants another time, but today he wanted it special.

“Yoongi?” Jungkook’s eyes were still a bit dilated, but he definitely sounded more coherent.

“Yeah, baby. You with me?”

Jungkook’s lips turned up in a dopey smile as he giggled down at Yoongi.

“You called me baby.”

Yoongi flushed, shifting around a little in embarrassment.

“Yup. Anyway, you uh...you good?

Jungkook nods. “I’m good. You just smell really fucking amazing.”

“Yeah, well. So do you. Nice for an Alpha,” Yoongi mumbles as he reaches up to ruffle his hair nervously.

“So I wasn’t really planning on entertaining, but we have some music and snacks. I dunno, cards? I wasn’t really planning on doing much except sleeping.”

“Yoongi,” Jungkook quirks an eyebrow. “You have an Alpha mate in your nest, I can smell you’re soaked with slick. You wanna play cards?”

“Well, uh...no. I didn’t want to just assume. We don’t have to do anything if it's to soo - mrrhwpof!”

Jungkook silenced him with his lips, kissing him as passionately as he had before. He pulled away only to sit up and tear off his shirt, tugging on Yoongi’s to get him to do the same. He shuffled up and pulled his off all while staring at Jungkook’s chest. He’d seen the other shirtless countless times of course, but he’d never allowed himself to really look.

“Kook, how often do you actually work out?”

“Six days a week. I rest on Sundays.”

“Uh huh. And how long are your workouts?”

“Depends on what I’m focusing on that day. At least an hour or two. Why?” Jungkook asked as his eyes narrow with suspicion. A moment later he grins mischievously. “Hyung, do you have a kink you wanna tell me about?”

“No, fuck you. Just wondering why you look like you’re made of fucking stone. Totally uncomfortable. Like trying to sleep on a rock.”

“Sure. Whatever you say,” Jungkook chuckles and grabs him, easily picking him up and rolling them to settle Yoongi on top. He stares down at the smirking Alpha half startled, half very aroused.

“I bet I could easily pick you up and fuck you against a wall sometime if you wanted. Maybe even have you straddle my shoulders and I could suck you off that way,” Jungkook muses so matter of factly despite the subject matter, and Yoongi can feel himself get wetter by the second.

Okay, so maybe he might have a little strength kink.

Suddenly impatient, Yoongi shuffles out of his pants and flings them across the room. Just as quickly, he reaches over and begins tugging on Jungkook’s pants, the other helpfully lifting up. The Alpha’s previous cocky expression is gone as his more familiar startled doe eyes make an appearance. Yoongi can literally hear him gulping as his pants are finally thrown in the general direction of Yoongi’s.

The Omega licks his lips as he stares down at his prize. He remembered seeing a flash a few times of pre-presented Jungkook, and he’d been maybe a little larger than the average Beta. Now he was an Alpha, a Prime Alpha at that, and he was easily the largest that Yoongi had ever seen in person. He was almost afraid of it.

“How do you want me, Alpha?” Yoongi purred, trailing a finger down the leaking cock in front of him.

Jungkook released the lip he was chewing on, staring up at Yoongi in awe.

“Whatever you want. You’re in charge.”

Yoongi paused, peering at him in confusion.

“Me? You’re an Alpha in the middle of claiming and you want me to be in charge?”

Jungkook nodded his head rapidly. “Yeah, hyung. Love you, wanna be good for you.”

Yoongi forced his jaw to snap shut, shaking his head. He didn’t know why he was so surprised. This was his Jungkook after all, despite his newly acquired knot.

“Kook, are you...still....uh...”

“Yeah. I messed around a little bit once when I thought you were going to mate that jackass ex of yours, and I tried to move on. Never went all the way though.”

“Shit.”

“It’s okay, hyung. I trust you.”

Yoongi nodded distractedly, observing the perfect body under him. He leaned over and pressed a featherlight kiss to the corner of Jungkook’s mouth, urging him to release the bottom lip he was chewing on. The Alpha sighed at the contact, letting Yoongi kiss his lips softly before moving. He pressed light kisses everywhere simply because he could. The fact that he could kiss Jungkook as much as he wanted and the other actually wanted him to was amazing to him. He kissed his nose, his forehead, his cheeks, his chin - everywhere until the Alpha was giggling.

Yoongi smirked as he moved down because he knew the little Alpha wasn’t going to be laughing for long.

Suddenly he moved down to Jungkook’s neck, sucking the skin hard as the other gasped and bucked underneath him. He pulled back and kissed the forming bruise before he glanced up at Jungkook.

The Alpha was already whimpering. Still as sensitive as ever.

Yoongi peeked at the dark and perky nipples on Jungkook’s chest with glee, realizing he was about to get the answer to a question he’d always wondered. Seokjin often complained about how hard Jungkook was to wake up and how he usually had to resort to extreme measures, like splashing him with water or twisting his nipples. Apparently, they were extremely sensitive and Yoongi had frequently wondered how sensitive. He’s seen videos where guys can get off just by playing with them alone, and he wondered if Jungkook could do it.

Without giving the other any warning he went straight to work, sucking a pebbled nipple harshly. Jungkook cried out with his head thrown back, reaching out to crush their hips together. Yoongi gaped in awe over how beautiful Jungkook looked in the throes of passion.

“Hyung,” Jungkook panted, staring at Yoongi as he suckled and licked the Alpha mercilessly. “Yoongi, I know I said you’re in charge but I’m not gonna make it. I’m too excited and I want to be with you so bad...I can’t -”

“What’s the matter, Kook? You gonna cum just from having your nipples licked? We haven’t even gotten to the good stuff yet,” Yoongi grinned as Jungkook whined. He could feel the Alpha twitching under him, and he suddenly worried that he really meant it when he said he couldn’t make it.

“Alright, baby Alpha. Hyung will take mercy on you this time,” he sat up and patted the rock hard abs, chuckling when the other sighed in relief.

And that was when Yoongi realized there was a problem.

“Uh, hey Kook? Since you were the only one of us that knew this was going to happen, you brought condoms, right?”

Jungkook looked adorable as he tried to focus enough to think, his sheepish grin telling Yoongi everything.

“Really?”

“Sorry, hyung.”

Yoongi sighed. “Okay, just...you do realize that I don’t take anything, right? I love my heats and I have never wanted to take anything that would mess up my body or create problems later on. And I don’t take any form of birth control because I haven’t been seeing anyone. If we do this, I’m probably leaving this cave pregnant. I can suck you off or something if you want.”

Jungkook suddenly growled and pressed his hips harder against Yoongi, frantically bucking against him. Yoongi observed the other curiously before breaking into a smirk.

“Oh, it’s like that? Little Alpha wants pups, huh?” Yoongi teased, letting Jungkook’s cock slide across his slick hole.

The Alpha whined breathily as he tried to sneakily press against Yoongi.

“My Alpha wants to fill me up, lock me down,” Yoongi leaned over and moaned against Jungkook’s ear. He reached back a little and grabbed the Alpha’s cock, lining it up and sinking on it slowly. Thanks to Jungkook’s overwhelming Prime pheromones, Yoongi’s body has been acting like it was in preheat since the tunnel, meaning he didn’t have to do any prep because he was already soaking and naturally dilated, just waiting to be filled up.

He leaned up and braced himself on Jungkook’s chest with his palms, totally not taking advantage and squeezing the muscled pecs underneath them. Seeing that the young Alpha was slowly losing control, he decided to be nice and fuck him good.

He waited only a few moments to let himself get used to Jungkook’s massive size, sliding up and down as he rode him slowly, leaking so much slick he was getting it all over Jungkook’s hips. He couldn’t remember ever being as slick as this before, but it was certainly helping now. Jungkook was stretching him out so well he knew he’d be feeling this for days.

“Alpha,” Yoongi moans, breath shaking desperately. “Jungkook, need you - ”

Jungkook suddenly grabbed Yoongi’s hips and bucked into him hard, over and over again until Yoongi was practically screaming his name. The cave echoed with the slaps of skin on skin, harsh panting and moaned endearments.

“So good, Kook. Such a good Alpha for me,” Yoongi wailed as Jungkook reached up and pulled them together, chests flush and lips kissing each other sloppily.

“Mine. My ‘mega,” Jungkook growled, tucking his face into Yoongi’s neck.

“Yeah, Alpha. You gonna mark me up?” Yoongi groaned, pressing his nails into the other’s shoulders.

Jungkook nodded against his skin, hips still hammering into the other as he searched for the perfect spot.

“Do it now, Kook. I’m gonna cum,” Yoongi moaned harshly, leaning over to settle his teeth against Jungkook’s scent gland.

The first press of the Alpha’s teeth into his neck sent Yoongi over the edge, his cock spurting all over Jungkook’s chest as he made a mark of his own. Jungkook’s knot swelled inside of him, filling him up and locking them together. Yoongi pulled away from Jungkook’s neck, licking the wound to begin it’s healing. His own neck ached in the most amazing way as Jungkook lapped at it, and after a few moments, the bond began to settle.

Yoongi’s eyes widened as the full depth of Jungkook’s emotions reached out to him over the bond, filling every crack of his broken soul like a balm.

“You weren’t kidding,” Yoongi tried to joke, though his stupid feelings were making his voice crack.

“No. I love you, always,” Jungkook smiled, leaning back against the pillows and bringing Yoongi with him. “And guess what? You love me. I can feel it.”

Yoongi blushed but nodded as he snuggled into Jungkook’s neck, taking the opportunity to both hide his flustered face and get his fill of the Alpha’s scent.

Yoongi lay sprawled across Jungkook’s chest as they waited for the knot to go down, silently kissing and nuzzling each other like a couple of ridiculous saps. When it finally slipped free, he grimaced and rolled off of the admittedly more comfortable than it looked chest and onto his back. He suddenly wished he’d thought to bring stuff for washing up.

Jungkook reached over and grabbed the baby wipes from earlier, winking at Yoongi. He rolled his eyes but allowed the Alpha to clean them both up as best as he could. When he was done he cuddled up against Yoongi’s side, slowly rubbing the Omega’s stomach. Yoongi scoffed at how obvious Kook was.

“So, that was quick but good, right? How’s it feel to not be a virgin anymore, baby Alpha?” Yoongi teased, running his fingers through the other’s hair.

Jungkook snorted and glanced up at him. “Good hyung. Just happy it was you.”

“Mmmm, good. We can nap now?”

“Yes,” Jungkook chuckles, “We can nap now. Not like I could have stopped you.”

“Good,” Yoongi yawns loudly and throws a couple of blankets over them, tangling their legs together. “Later we can try the thing with the nipples.”

Jungkook sputters. “What?”

“Nothin. Go to sleep.”

The Alpha grumbles but slowly stills as they give into their exhaustion.

Suddenly, Yoongi’s eyes shoot open and he gasps.

“Oh shit! Your brother is going to kill me!”

Jungkook merely laughs.

#btssmutclub #bts #bts fanfic #bts scenario #bts fanfiction #yoonkook #sugakookie #yoongi scenario #jungkook scenario #yoongi #jungkook #lemon

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mca-attack21 · 6 years ago

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Riverdale: Deadly Definitions 6

Here we go again, I hope you guys are enjoying this series. Let me know if you want to be tagged. Feedback is always appreciated. @l4life

Find the other parts here: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

The next morning Betty came over to apologize to Archie. The two of them walked to school together and were good again. Veronica had decided to call a truce with Cheryl and was also befriending Josie. Jughead had continued to piece clues together about what really happened the night of Jason’s murder.

That day during Lunch, you and Archie decided that you would work on music before school starting the next day. You were both excited and nervous. You 100% would do anything to help Archie no questions asked. But it was undeniably nerve racking for you to share something like this with anyone.

After school, you went to Andrew’s construction and Mr. Andrews explained in better detail what he needed done. You spent the majority of the time just trying to organize everything. Occasionally you would answer the phone, it was all easy enough. Afterwards you had him drop you off at Pop’s where you ran into Jughead.

“Hey, whatcha up to?” you ask.

“Just trying to figure out what Jason was running from”

“I mean if you were a child of the Blossoms, wouldn’t you want to run away too?” you joked.

“Yeah, but why now? What happened to make him choose now to get away?”

“Maybe he wasn’t running away as much as he was running to something” you ponder.

“Maybe. Oh well, I’m done for tonight.” he said as he closed his laptop, “How was your day?”

“Pretty good. How are you and Betty doing?” you wink.

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“Oh, don’t think I haven’t noticed the way you two look at each other. And how you too have started doing your own investigations.”

“We are just friends.” he answered.

“For now” you replied.

“In that case, what’s going on between you and Archie?” he asked.

“Nothing, I’m just helping him with his music”

“Sure. But just remember what happened between him and his last music tutor” Jug laughed.

“That is so not funny” you chime in smacking his arm.

“I’m just saying.”

“I think he likes Veronica anyways” you reply bringing the conversation back down.

“I wouldn’t be so sure.”

When you snuck back into the school (which is where you have been staying since the Drive-In was shut down), it was around 3 am. You went straight for the music room. As earlier stated, this was both exciting and nerve-racking. You loved music, but you had never performed in front of any of your friends before. So, you sat at the Piano and warmed up with some showtunes. Eventually, you pulled out your songbook, it had been a while since you sat down and just wrote music. You were running through a song that you had written, when you were interrupted.

“Wow, how did I not know that you were this good?” Archie asked.

You were so confused. What was Archie doing here in the middle of the night? But then you looked down at your phone. It was 7:15.

“I was just screwing around. Anyways, I’m going to grab us waters. I’ll be back in a minute.” you answer.

“Okay, I’ll get warmed up,” he smiled as he set his guitar down.

You quickly made your way to the closet where you were staying. You fixed your hair, changed shirts, grabbed some gum, and the two waters before heading back to the music room.

“Sorry that took so long, the vending machine didn’t want to take my money,” you said as you reentered the room, “so Archie, what exactly are you wanting to get out of these sessions?”

“I don’t exactly know. I’d like help taking my lyrics and turning them into actual songs. So I guess I just need feedback, and suggestions.”

“That works for me, let’s hear what you’ve been working on lately.” you smiled.

So then Archie began to play. You just listened, he had an amazing voice and was already so good on guitar. As he finished his first song you were in awe. It was so refreshing to hear someone sing about something that mattered.

“Well, what did you think?” he asked shyly as he set down the guitar.

“It was amazing Arch, it needs to be polished and there are a few lyrics that are off rhythm, but it is so good. You really have a talent for this”

“You really think so?” he asked

“Yes I do. Now do me a favor and sing it again but without the guitar” you say as you hope on the piano. You then proceeded to break down the entire song, and then you played/sang it back to Archie. This allowed him to hear first hand which parts sounded slightly awkward. You started writing down his lyrics and bouncing ideas off each other. Before you knew it, the ten minute warning bell for first period sounded.

“Wow, I can’t believe it’s already time for class. This was amazing Y/n, thank you so much” he said as he stashed his guitar away.

“It’s no problem Archie, I’m glad I can help”

And this was your life now. You spent your mornings with Archie working on his music. You went to school like a normal student. And then you walked to Andrews’ Construction. After organizing all of the paperwork you started working on a promotions campaign. You redesigned the business cards, created a free website and uploaded a portfolio of the various jobs they had completed. You answered the phones and helped Mr. Andrews create pitches that were customized to target the specific jobs. You also organized the work schedule and did anything else that Mr. Andrews needed help with. For him, you were nothing less than a godsend. You had already got them two bids and it had only been a week.

You were at lunch with your friends when Cheryl approached you. “Here. My mother has decided that you are all invited to JayJay’s memorial. Even you losers.” she said towards you and Jughead.

“I get that she is mourning her brother, but does she have to be such a bitch” Veronica said under her breath.

“Agreed” Betty chimed in.

“Well, I don’t know about you guys, but I’m going to have to buy something to wear to Thornhill.” you directed to the two of them, “you guys want to go shopping tomorrow?”

“I can’t. My mother is still mad about the whole Archie thing” Betty answered.

“Veronica?”

“You know I’m always down for retail therapy.” she smiled.

So the next day you both went to the mall before you went to work. This was the first time that the two of you were hanging out alone.

“I bet that you saw malls in New York that make this mall look like a dollar store,” you commented.

“That is very true” she laughed.

“So I’m guessing that it is safe to say that you miss it?” you ask as you look through the dresses.

“Parts of it. I miss being a family and I’m not gonna lie the luxury of it all was grand. But I don’t know the people here, while simple, are real. It wasn’t like that in New York” she reminisced.

“What do you think of this one?” you asked holding up a black t-shirt dress.

“It’s okay, but why don’t you try this one on,” she replied, holding up a simple but beautiful black dress. You grabbed it and held it up in front of you. It was perfect. But then you ventured to the price tag.

“It’s great Veronica, but I can’t afford it.” you reply putting it back on the rack.

“Nonsense, it’s my treat. I insist.” she said, “Now go try it on”

As you had learned, you never argue with a Lodge. There is no point, you won’t win. “Are you sure?” you ask.

“Yes, it’s the least I can do after you have extended your friendship to me” she chimed, all but pushing you in the fitting room.

You tried on the dress and were in love. “What do you think?” you asked as you showed Veronica.

“You look amazing. I have done it once again” she laughed.

Next, she forced you to find a pair of heels. Her argument was that it would be a crime to wear such a nice dress with average shoes. On the way up to the cash register Veronica had grabbed some other small things. She placed all of it on the counter and pulled out a card.

“Seriously Veronica, you didn’t have to do that” you said as you got into the car.

“It’s fine Y/n, just consider it an early Birthday present.”

“My birthday isn’t until next month” you laugh, “Seriously though, I owe you one. If there is ever anything you need let me know.”

“Okay, and now moving on. What is between you and Archie?” she asked.

“Nothing, we are just good friends who are working on music together.” you answer.

“Sure. The same way that Betty and Jughead are just friends.”

“I’m serious Veronica, and even if I did have feelings for him, I’m pretty sure he likes someone else.” you add.

“Really? Who?” she asked intrigued.

“I’ll give you a hint. She is new in town.”

“No way. There is no way Archie Andrews has a thing for me.” she said in disbelief.

“He hasn’t explicitly told me so, but still it’s kinda obvious.” you say as the car slows to a stop.

“Do you want me to drop off your bags somewhere?” she asked realizing that she still had no idea where you lived.

“No, I’ll hold on to them. Thanks again Ronnie.”

That night you went to the school and showered. You tried on your dress again, this time with the shoes. You looked through the other bag, Veronica had also bought you a necklace and earrings along with simple make-up palettes and perfume. She was good, you hadn’t even seen her grab half of this stuff and you were right next to her.

The next day you accompanied Mr. Andrews and Archie to the Memorial Service. Archie had decided to give Mrs. Blossom Jason’s old jersey. She was almost in tears over it. Everyone sat down as it was ready to begin. Before Penelope could begin speaking, Cheryl burst in wearing the white outfit she had worn the last time she was Jason. She gave a speech about how she missed him and failed him and then was dragged off by her mother.

And from there things were only going to get worse.

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oh-ranpo · 6 years ago

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better off alone.

Pairing: Gwilym Lee x Reader AN: I found the first part of this in my drafts on my OneDrive, and I was really confused as to why I never finished it, so here it is! I clearly started it around New Year’s considering the timing of the plot of this story, so in that case it’s way late 😂 I hope you like it anyways! Let me know what you think. Warning: Angst!

You had spent all year trying to forget those eyes. Those light blue orbs had a power over you that you couldn’t explain. You had almost forgotten the way that they sparkled when the light hit them, or how many emotions there were locked away inside of them. The last time you had seen him, he had slipped through your fingers. However, they were really hard to ignore when they were staring right back at you, like they were now.

“What are you doing here, Gwilym?” You asked, trying to sound reserved and not at all uncomfortable. No one had told you that he had been invited, and had you known, you might have stayed away. The memories from a year ago swarmed in your head, and all you wanted to do was get rid of them.

“What are you saying?” He asked quietly. There was a look of devastation on his face, and you wished that you would have kept your mouth shut. The clock was just about to strike midnight, and instead of giving him a new year’s kiss, you were going to break his heart.

“I just don’t want to start this year on a lie, Gwil. This thing we have... it’s not working for me anymore. You’re gone for long periods of time, and I just feel like all I do is sit around and wait for you. I don’t want to do that anymore.”

He sighed, his hand brushing across his face in a frustrated fashion, as he seemed to contemplate on what to say. The way things had ended between the two of you had been unfavorable, and something he never quite understood.

“I came to wish you a happy New Year, of course.”

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2 Years Prior

You kissed his lips quickly before anyone could see. His blue eyes sparkled, and it took everything in you not to kiss him again. People weren’t supposed to know that you were together yet. The two of you wanted to keep it a secret until after the new year. The relationship was still new, and you didn’t want to share it.

“You know, we wouldn’t have to sneak kisses if you would just let me take you home.” His mouth was close to your ear now and it made you shiver. You didn’t look back up at him, not wanting to draw attention to the two of you. You just had to pretend that you were two friends having a normal conversation.

“If we left right now, people would suspect something. You’ll just have to wait until later.” You murmured, as you started to walk away to mingle with some of the other people at the party. Gwilym’s hand reached out to grab yours, and he pulled you back towards him. You quickly glanced around to make sure that no one had noticed the action, but he brought your attention back to him.

“When are we going to tell them?”

He was playing a dangerous game right now, holding you so close when there were so many people around. You shrugged, stepping out of his grasp and putting a good deal of distance between the two of you. You weren’t sure why you were so apprehensive to tell your friends. What Gwilym and you had was something special. You had been in love with him for a long time, but it never felt like the right time to announce it.

“We will. Eventually. I promise.” Gwilym’s face fell, but he nodded. He knew better than to push it.

You wandered off to talk to some of your friends, leaving him standing in the middle of the living room alone. You knew that he would eventually find someone to talk to, but you couldn’t shake the guilt that you felt anyways. Maybe it was the thought of how people would treat you if you told them that kept you from confessing yours and Gwilym’s relationship. You weren’t known for your successful relationships, and getting involved with someone in the friend group was often frowned upon.

You made it through most of the rest of the night without another run in with Gwil, even though you found yourself missing him desperately. Every once in a while, you would hear his laugh from the other room and your heart would lurch in your chest. There were so many times that you almost ran to him, but you were able to contain yourself. At least you were until midnight came around.

“Alright everyone! Only two minutes until the new year!” One of your friends yelled, and people started trickling into the kitchen to grab a flute of champagne. You were standing in the corner by one of the doors, and you caught Gwilym’s eye from across the room. His blue eyes were locked on yours, sipping from the small glass.

Your heart was racing in your chest, and when the one minute announcement was made, you felt your mouth go dry. You had lost track of anyone else in the room, your attention remaining solely on him. He wasn’t moving, seemingly knowing better than to try and go against your previous wishes. However, when people started counting down from thirty, you pushed away from the wall and started through the crowd of people.

Ultimately you knew that no one was paying much attention to you because they were all wrapped up in their own excitement. Gwilym’s eyes widened as you got closer and realized that he was your final destination. You reached him just as the countdown reached ten, and you plucked the glass out of his hand and set it on the bar next to him.

10… 9… 8…

“What are you doing?” he asked quietly so that no one else could hear.

7… 6… 5…

“Something that I should have done from the very beginning,” you replied.

4… 3… 2… 1…

There was a round of cheers and applause as the clock struck midnight, but you paid no attention as you wrapped your arms around Gwilym’s neck and pulled his lips down to meet yours. There were a whole different round of fireworks going on between the two of you, and you didn’t care anymore who saw. His arms wrapped around your waist and his stubble brushed across your lip as the kiss deepened. There was something invigorating about kissing him out in the open now. You hated yourself for not doing it sooner.

That was back when times were good.

Over the next few months, yours and Gwilym’s relationship grew, and you both fell deeply in love. He was your rock, and you were his unending support. He loved you with a vigor that you had never experienced before, and you were his safe place to come home to. But the initial thrill of the relationship started to wear off, and you started to realize just how little Gwilym was actually home.

You knew when you got together that he was a busy man. As soon as he would wrap up one project, he had accepted a part in another, and the cycle went on and one. He tried his best to make it up to you by sending you flowers and Facetiming with you any chance he got, but you really started to miss him. There were so many things that he was missing out on; birthdays, holidays and just those general lazy days that you loved spending curled up on the couch.

The man that you fell in love with quickly became that man you saw occasionally on the small screen of your phone or that man you saw in interviews talking to other people that you wish you could be. This feeling went on for a couple of months, and by the time December rolled around you had started to resent him for it. It wasn’t fair to him, but you started to realize that maybe it wasn’t fair to you either.

You didn’t want to hurt him on New Year’s Eve. The day had become kind of sacred between the two of you, but it was the first day you had seen him in over a month, and you knew if you didn’t do it then, you would spend the rest of your life miserable and stuck in a place you didn’t want to be.

He had been so excited to see you. He had bypassed all his other friends to get to you, quickly sweeping you up in his arms and pressing kisses all over your face. His beard scratched your cheek lightly, and for the first time, it was a sensation that made you cringe.

“I missed you,” he whispered into your ear before setting you back down in front of him.

“I miss you too, Gwil.”

It wasn’t a lie, but it still felt wrong to say. Your heart was conflicted between rejoicing at having him back with you and wanting to just walk away. You felt pain either way.

You kept trying to find the right moment to talk to him, but because this was his first day back after being gone for so long, everyone wanted to catch up with him. You stayed by his side, not wanting to miss an opportunity should it prevent itself. You were disappointed when that moment didn’t come until people started to separate into their respective couples when the ten-minute countdown began.

You pulled him off to the side to a corner where no one else was. A look of confusion crossed his face as you broke away from the rest of the group. A moment of hesitation came over you as Gwilym gave you a questioning look and you felt your stomach drop. There was no easy way to do this.

“Gwil, we need to talk.”

His blue eyes lit up, but then his face fell when he noticed your expression. This really wasn’t going to be easy.

“Is everything alright?” He asked worriedly. Your eyes fell to your hands and you shook your head.

“No, it’s really not. Gwil, I… I think that maybe I should move out of your apartment.” You felt like such a coward. You couldn’t even say the words, ‘break up’.

Gwilym recoiled slightly, almost as if you had reached out and smacked him. His mouth fell open, but no words came out. You truly had taken him by surprise.

“You’re… you’re breaking up with me.” He didn’t form the sentence as a question, because he already knew that you were. His blue eyes were wide and glossy, tears threatening to spill at any moment. You could feel tears of your own building now, and you swore your heart actually broke inside your chest.

“I’m sorry.”

You couldn’t stand the sight of the pain you caused, so you turned and walked away before he could say anything else. You thought you might have heard him call after you, but you didn’t look back. You already had a bag packed in the car, and had made arrangements to stay with your parents for a while until you could get a place of your own. It was time to stand on your own two feet, even if that time had to be kickstarted by a broken heart.

Back to Present Day

“I came to wish you a happy New Year, of course.”

I wish that you hadn’t.

“Gwil, I don’t think this is a good-“

“I’ve had a whole year to think about what you said when you broke things off,” he interrupted, his hands rubbing against the front of his jeans. “Tell me that you haven’t thought about me too.”

It was your turn to sigh, and you looked away from his piercing gaze.

“Of course, I’ve thought about you. That doesn’t really change anything though.”

His shoulders sagged, and one of his nervous hands reached out for you, but you took a step back. You couldn’t let him pull you back in again. Those eyes, those hands, just everything about him was a dangerous gateway back down the path to misery.

“YN, I miss you. I know things were hard, but if you would give me a chance, we could make it work.”

You shook your head at his words, your eyebrows scrunching together in frustration. He had never truly understood why you had ended things, and if he had, he wouldn’t be putting you through this right now.

“No, we couldn’t. You’re still gone all the time for work, and I still have a life right here. There is no amount of effort either one of us could put in that would keep me from always having to wait for you. I love you, but I don’t want to be in a relationship where I feel nothing but lonely.”

The same look of shock crossed his face as it had a year ago, and you felt your heart break all over again. He clearly hadn’t expected you to turn him down. He thought that he could win you back.

“So, it’s really over then?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. You nodded.

“It’s been over for a while now.”

A tear slipped down your cheek, followed closely by one of his own. It was still early, but you no longer felt the mood to celebrate, so you decided to head home. You didn’t say anything more as you turned and went to grab your coat and then headed out the front door.

You had an apartment of your own now, and a means to support yourself entirely. You weren’t completely happy, at least not yet, but you knew that you could get there. You only hoped that Gwilym could get there too.

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sweetheartjeongguk · 6 years ago

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rosy cheeks

pairing: namjoon x reader

genre: fluff, a sliver of angst, parents au

rating: pg-13 (cursing)

warning(s): mentions of sex, language, namjoon gets his feelings hurt a little bit

word count: 2.4k+

summary: a tale in which two newly-wed 24 year olds tackle parenthood.

a/n: i just wanted to post a cute little story for namjoon’s birthday! hope you enjoy, sorry if it’s a little short!

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If you told your 13-year-old self that you were going to marry your middle school sweetheart and get knocked up less than 2 months after the wedding, you’d probably run out screaming about some crazy lady spewing nonsense about the nerdy kid that sits at the “nerd” table during lunch and stole your cheeseburger.

Truth be told, the 13-year-old you was an asshole so maybe it would have served you right to smack you headfirst with a major glimpse of your future.

But there’s no doubt in your mind that you wouldn’t have believed that you wouldn’t have married Namjoon. After all, he was your first love and after declaring his love for you (of course, after your little cheeseburger debacle) through numerous hand-written letters and personal songs sung just for you, you know that he’ll be your last.

That’s why you approach the pregnancy situation with a light yet fluttery heart. The night the two of you had sex – you knew that you didn’t have a condom with you. Since you two of you are already married, it kind of seems like a no-brainer. Namjoon used to be a major stickler for condoms (even though you had to work a little bit harder since latex isn’t Little Namjoon’s most favorite thing in the world), but he seemed to forget all about that after you finally got hitched.

One night when you come home from work just before your husband, you decide to put together a cute little box filled with little candies and chocolates that you know Namjoon adores before adding the picture of the ultrasound underneath the mass of confectionery. Namjoon stares at you warily when you hand him the box, knowing full-well that his birthday wasn’t for a couple weeks and you (despite trying your best to act nonchalant) buy his gift the day of.

“You’re kind of scaring me, babe,” Namjoon says jokily, but there’s a hint of hesitation in his tone. “don’t tell me they’re divorce papers. I told you I’d fix the toilet when I get to it.”

“Babe, no, that’s not it.” You laugh but stop abruptly at the last bit of information. “Also, I’m holding you against that last part. This is why you don’t invite your drunk friends over because all they do is break things and forget to flush their shit down the toilet.”

“Alright, alright…” Namjoon waves a passive hand before going to open the box.

You bite your lip in anticipation as he rips open the cardboard and stares into the space filled with sugary goodness. His eyes light up in happiness at the little Ryan-themed candies and the rich chocolate he came to love when the two of you went abroad to Europe and spent the whole day eating authentic chocolate at a fancy ass store that practically ate up your savings.

“Honey, this is great! Thank you so much.” He leans over to kiss you sweetly. “My tummy and I will cherish them.”

“You’re missing something!” You point at the bottom. “It’s the most important thing in there!”

“What?” Namjoon chuckles in confusion. He digs around until he feels an edge of what feels like a photograph brush against his knuckles.

Your palms sweat as Namjoon pulls the photo out and puts it up to his face. There is a long period of silence where you can’t tell his expression – mainly because the man shoved the entire picture in his face. It isn’t until you see his shoulders shaking and little droplets drip from his jaw that you know.

“Aw, Joon…” You pull Namjoon’s arm down to take in his tear-soaked face.

“Babe, we’re gonna be parents?” He chokes out, eyes trailing down towards your seemingly unnoticeable baby bump.

“Yes, honey…” You chuckle wetly. “We’re going to be parents.”

The next thing you know, you’re being body-slammed by Namjoon’s large frame, practically drowning in his tight embrace. His crying calms down for the most part, but you can feel his body twitch from the residual hiccups. You smile to yourself – in that moment, you know that you found the right one for you.

“Oh no…”

You tilt your head up from Namjoon’s chest to stare up at his worried expression.

“How are we going to pay for a child?”

Both of your eyes widen in realization.

Well, shit.

At most, your combined salaries make up a decent amount – not something that immediately pay for a trip to the Bahamas twice a year, but enough to get by each day.

Children are a different story. No matter how money you have, you’re still going to spend a fortune on that little bundle of so-called joy – more like soul-crushing, money-smuggling tiny adults.

Diapers run out in a blink of an eye. Formula costs an arm and a leg, especially if you want that good stuff that basically claims to make your baby into Einstein by the time he’s up and walking. Doctor appointments and babysitters are going to be a pain in your ass. You could always ask your parents for some help whenever the two of you are stuck at work, but you don’t want to become one of those parents that never see their kid.

All of the stress of parenthood suddenly comes crashing down, and you can’t help but fall with it.

Your mini breakdown happens four months in your pregnancy. The two of you are painting your child’s bathroom a pretty purple color, and you get a few strokes in until your thoughts eventually catch up with you.

“I can’t be a mother.” You cry, throwing your paintbrush down. “I’m going to fail miserably, and our child is going to hate me. You’re obviously going to be Father of the Year while I’m stuck here looking like a bloated clown.”

Namjoon looks up from his own painting at the sight of you babbling on and on about your incompetence, black tears falling down your cheeks. You look a little funny, but Namjoon knows better than to mess with a pregnant lady with makeup smeared on her face.

One wrong look, and it’s sleeping on the couch for two weeks. Namjoon didn’t want to endure that (again).

“Baby, look at me.” Namjoon puts down his brush to cup your face in his hands. His warmth heals the tiny worry in the center of your chest – but just barely. “You’re going to fail.”

“Wow, thanks for the vote of confidence, Kim.” You grumble heatedly. “Guess whose bed you’re not sleeping in tonight?”

“What I meant to say is…” Namjoon cuts your words off before you can ramble again, “you’re going to fail from time to time. That’s normal for parents to screw up – you’re not going to be perfect, and you shouldn’t make our child think that.”

“But…I just want to be good.”

Namjoon smiles weakly. “I know, honey. But life’s not that easy. The best that we can do is to teach him or her how to be loving and how to love. That’s all you need in life, after all.”

“How corny.” You snort, but the smile slowly but surely returns. “Also, it’s a he. I can feel it.”

“Liar.” Namjoon squints accusatorily. “I can sense it, and it’s a girl.”

“How can you sense it? I’m literally the one growing this thing like a sea monkey.”

“Please don’t refer to our child as a sea monkey. At least not in front of our parents.”

The months go by fast – a little too fast in your opinion. While you’re happy that you’ll be rid of the giant baby bump, you’re now in the stage of anxiety about actually giving birth. You take advice from any book or website that looks credible, but nothing can soothe the panic zipping through your veins. Advice from your mother and mother-in-law never helps – you’re sick of watching old baby videos and cooing about your future as a mother.

Sometimes, you just want to throw it all away and just think your own thoughts for once.

“Is giving birth even worth it anymore?” You sigh with a hand propped underneath your chin.

Your best friend Chaeyoung stares at you in disbelief. “What’s this Debbie Downer attitude, Mrs. Kim?”

“I don’t know, Chae…” You run your fingers through your hair in frustration. “I’m so ready to stop being pregnant, but my whole new life begins right after that and I’m…”

“Scared?” You nod sadly. “Honey, that’s okay. You’re allowed to be nervous, it’s part of life. If nobody was nervous, don’t you think a lot of reckless shit would be happening around here more often?”

“It’s just that…Namjoon’s so happy and excited, and I feel guilty because I don’t feel like that right now…” You feel a pang in your chest at the thought of Namjoon’s cheery grin flash behind your eyelids every time you blinked.

“You’re the one pregnant, of course you’d be feeling more anxious about it. Guys just have to stick their dick in you, and their job is done.” Chaeyoung shrugs her shoulders.

“You know, sometimes, I think I’m just going to go to Jisoo for my problems.”

“Jokes on you, Jisoo and I share one braincell.”

“Push!”

Namjoon watches in full-fledged panic as you struggle to push through the pain of delivery and birth your child. Your face strains with effort, and your erratic breathing makes it sound as if you’re two seconds away from passing out.

You glare darkly at your husband when you feel his hand awkwardly pet the side of your face.

“You’re doing great, sweetheart.” Namjoon chuckles nervously. “You got this.”

“Thanks, coach. I won’t let you down.” You grit your teeth as another wave of pain floods your body like a violent tsunami.

“First kid?” A nurse jokes, her eyes not leaving your crotch as she helps assist – now it’s even more awkward.

“Um, yeah…” Namjoon wipes away the sweat on his palms.

“And last.” You snarl through another push.

“Ha-ha…she doesn’t mean that.” Namjoon rubs at the back of his neck.

A tiny sting tugs at his heart at your words, but you’re quick to write it off as him mediating the awkward energy in the room. Namjoon’s been pretty vocal about having two, maybe even three kids. To hear the possibility of there never being another opportunity to give life to something the two of you created together…

It kind of hurt.

“You’ve been quiet.”

Namjoon looks up from the tiny human resting in his arms to glance back at you who he thought fell asleep half an hour ago. You’re laying back in the reclined bed with your cheek pressed against the soft pillow Namjoon grabbed from home for you. It’s the one thing that helps you sleep at night, and you’re silently grateful for the thoughtfulness of your husband.

Even in the heat of the moment, Namjoon still remembers what you need most.

“Oh…I’m just admiring our little sunshine…She’s beautiful just like her mother.”

You can sense there’s something he wasn’t telling you. “No offense, but I thought you’d be jumping for joy after finding out your prediction was right.”

“Oh, yeah, that.” Namjoon tries to laugh, but it feels too hollow. He doesn’t even try again.

“Babe, what’s wron—”

“Do you really not want to have another kid with me?” Namjoon winces as his voice cuts through the silence of the hospital room.

Thankfully, your daughter doesn’t wake up from her nap. If anything, she seems to snuggle further next to her father’s warmth.

“Honey…” The corners of his mouth dips into a pout.

“It’s really okay if you don’t want to…it’s your body.” Namjoon quickly adds. “I don’t want to be that guy that forces his wife to just be a baby-making machine and make her out as only being important for that because you’re so kickass in everything you do.”

You keep silent as he continues, albeit with a blossoming smile.

“It’s just that…I really enjoyed the things we did together for the baby. I liked painting the baby room with you and smearing paint all over your face. I liked going to the boring doctor appointments with you just to see your face light up when they show you our baby on the screen. I liked when you’d wear my hoodies and I can see your little bump underneath.”

Namjoon pauses with a sigh. “I guess…I just loved knowing that you’re mine and that we created this beautiful life together. It made me happy to do these things with you, and I…really want to keep doing it.”

Your heart thumps unevenly. Your eyes glisten with tears, but you don’t want to cry – not right now. Right now, you want to stare at your entire world in the form of a tall beanpole of a man and the tiniest dumpling with clear vision. You want to look into Namjoon’s eyes and see the light behind them that you fell in love with at the tender age of 12 in the lunchroom when he stole the last cheeseburger and you stomped on his foot when he laughed at you. You want to stare at your baby’s face and only see the future ahead of you – the future with you, her, and Namjoon together.

“Joon…” Namjoon still holds a dejected look. “I know what I said was harsh, and I’m really sorry about that. The pain of it was insane, and all I could think about was that I don’t want to feel like that ever again.”

You pick yourself back up in order to erase the seemingly permanent discomfort from your husband’s face. You don’t want him to think that you’re blaming him for the pain. “But looking at the two of you together…it made me remember that it’s all worth it in the end. Just as long as I can see you smile at the end of the day.”

In this moment, he reminds you of how grateful you are that your fate found itself tied up with the red string of Namjoon’s life. Anytime that you try to think of a life without him – whether it’s when the two of you are fighting or if he’s been gone on a business trip for a couple days and the days just feel a little bit too long – it feels like poison coursing through your body. It makes you sick to think of a life without Namjoon by your side. He’s been through it all – the good times and the bad. He’s selfless in that way – the perfect attribute for a father.

“Maybe another kid doesn’t sound half as bad…” Namjoon brightens up at your words. “Just not right now because my uterus may have exploded, and my tits are too sore.”

“Beautiful imagery, honey. You should be a poet.”

“You know what, I take that back. Try getting another kid out of me again, Kim Namjoon.”

Needless to say, your twin boys were born the following year.

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amisbro · 6 years ago

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Point of View: Shining Live 1 yr later

(I considered making the “Point of View” part just “PoV” but ehh...here we are) Been a while since I have done something like this but it is that time of year when Shining Live is going to have an Anniversary and its my first full year officially with the game...this is why its being called “1 year” and not 2 so that we can get that out of the way. Yes this IS the first full year officially that I have had Shining Live installed coming up and that actually happens around the middle of the month which is always an interesting time. Its interesting because its timing is LITERALLY going to be around the following Aniversaries “Stand my Heroes” “Idolish7″ and then of course “Shining Live” To say the VERY LEAST this is going to be a brutal month for me just when it comes to mobages because the funny irony here is that I haven’t been playing really ANY of them that much right now. I think I play “Heroes” more on and off and I played i7 like 3 times But the big one (and the focus of this piece) is Shining Live...where are we nearly a year on from the time we came back to the game? There in lies the problem See when I first started playing Shining Live originally back when the game came out in English in January of 2018 (ironic when you think about when I started watching the Anime like 4 years earlier) I actually had a lot of fun with it and was enjoying it for the most part. I think I only really had one time I uninstalled it and that was brief because of the fact that DST had come up last year and I didn’t feel like playing the events at 1 AM in the morning ET. Okay that’s only a half truth...one of the other reasons I stopped playing the game at that time (and completely wiped my old account) was because at the time I had actually spent $$$ on the game which I was not proud of. Yeah at the time I had gotten one of my favorite Photos in the game (”Aqua Crystal” Camus) but after what happened I refused to keep up the account because of the fact that I didn’t like what I had done. At that time (after fighting the damn game and Google) I completely wiped out the account and eventually started over Here is the kicker about what I just said I had started the game in January but come early March I had deleted it completely. I could tell we were going to have a weird relationship When I eventually came back to the EN Server this was sometime in August and when this happened we were getting ready for what would come to find out to be the final two chapters of the main story with the last one eerily enough being on September the 11th! I had thought that in October we were going to get a new chapter but it was around then that they were making a few changes with one being the “3 pull Birthday Boxes” and the other being they were adding “Collection Events” which now meant the month was going to be hell for anyone that wanted to play every event The thing was that now you had 1 Set List event 1 Collection event And they were still going to do “Score Battles” too...matter of fact this month is #19 which makes things interesting especially with what they brought into the game earlier this year I think I was wiling to flat out give a pass to the idea of NOT having a story part for October because they were introducing the “Collection Event” and doing the update to the Birthdays...surely November would go back to normal right and they would double up? NOT QUITE! For reasons that I can’t fathom STILL the game’s final story update still remains 9/11 and the thing is that ,while I know its only a minor group of people, (including myself) that have started looking at their story passes as they go up and up and up with nothing to use them on it gets to the point of “Why Bother?” Why bother playing a game (even for the “reruns” that came up) when the company is just trying to distract you with the fact that they haven’t done a story update in almost 1 year and not explained (when they should have and no apologist can tell me otherwise) why in the God’s Name the game has not been updated as far as the story content. Oh but they DID manage one thing recently Because of an issue (which from my understanding only a small # of players got) the video ads have been disabled and they don’t know when they are going to come back...CUTE! Alright to be fair... If the ads aren’t working for one group of people and they do for another then that gives an advantage when it comes to LP hoarding later on so it DOES level the playing field in THAT respect...not in the respect of “Pay to Win vs. F2P” despite the fact that in Belgium they have discontinued ways to buy certain things because in that country they made Lootboxes illegal (NOTE: I am fully aware that there is almost nothing in SL that is considered a “Lootbox”. You MIGHT consider Gachas “gambling” but even then that is a stretch especially with the changes that were made to the Gachas recently...putting that out there) Now think about this November December January February March April May June July And now August It’s been damn near 1 year since we have had story content in the game and yet the fandom has been so trained to accept the fact that the story mode has all but been abandoned. In this time we have had Renewals for B-Project Idolish7 got a Part 4 AND had like 2 Lives (and I own one of them already) TsukiPara has had its 2nd Anniversary Oh and Stand my Heroes ,A3! and i-Chu have had Anime Projects announced along with Season 2 of Idolish7 for next year Do ya get it or nah? Like forget the fact that Shining Live has given some of the most paltry of rewards for the # of days you played the game but its just so funny to me that when you try to explain to people “This ain’t right!” They have become so conditioned to the fact that the game has issues with keeping people’s interest to the point ,and this is hysterical, where I got people on my twitter timeline that legit start showing how many story passes they have saved up because its been that damn long OR they now start making a hashtag about whenever they see a HEAVENS member pop up in the game at some point (I’m talking about when they show up on the Duet covers) You know this is funny that I am writing this because of the fact that there was a fan project or whatever you want to call it where I had been shown a link to “apply” for a position on the staff and I outright refused because honestly the fact of the matter was that I had gotten so frustrated with Shining Live that they couldn’t handle my honesty...PERIOD! No joke on tweets that the “Shining Live” twitter put out I QT’d them and let my feelings be known about the fact that they haven;t done anything for the people that don’t care about the flood of events we have and we just want to play the story (and have HEAVENS added too but I’ll take “story” at this point) and honestly it cost me a friend...oh well...pack up and move on Here is the reality and it smacks you in the face as we nearly are up to September I am going to hang around this game for as long as needed because all I want is to see when they are going to add to the story...might be announced for something in the Anniversary or it might be legitimately the 1 year anniversary (that would be creepy) but I think people deserve to hear how frustrated a person can be when you have a progression wall and you just can’t move on and its not because of your level or being out of story tickets but its because of the fact that a company is so infatuated with MONEY that they have basically said to the people that might not care about that to go dunk! Now I will say this Does this year of frustration hamper my enjoyment of UtaPri? No not really...there is a scene I saw from one of the PVs from MLKingdom that kind of Skeeved me that ,no matter how it gets explained away to me, its still creepy af and I have seen things on the a series about the “Deep Web” that made me cringe but you know how it is. I think its time that people understand that people are allowed to be frustrated ,pissed off or however they want to feel about the game. I wish more people would “get it” and understand but sometimes it feels like you are talking to a wall and that’s not fun! It just makes you miserable because trying to explain WHY you haven’t touched a game in a good long time and not being able to have a genuine conversation so you don’t walk away more pissed off than you already are is just not cool...at least playing “Mirror’s Edge” is FUN frustration and this just makes you want to pull your hair out! I’m morbidly curious about what is in store for Shining Live for 2019-2020 and here is hoping that come the time that we get to this point NEXT YEAR its a bit more of a pleasant experience My name is Amisbro...and this is my “Point of View”

#Amisbro #Point of View #Shining Live #1 year of frustration #hopefully next year is better

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phillystrega · 7 years ago

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moooore prompt responses -- Barba/Carisi, thermostat domesticity

A/N: I tried to write this semi-seriously and then it QUICKLY SLID INTO GOOFY. SORRY? But also, like, fighting over the thermostat will never not be dumb and hilarious. Also, this got long, I blame @ashipwreckcoast.

They both knew that after they moved in together, there’d be a period of...adjustment. As much as they tended to live out of each other’s pockets, there’s still a big difference between that and, well, actually cohabitating.

“We’ll have some stupid fights,” Sonny says, not worried. “It’ll be fine. I’ll still love you.”

“I’m not worried about you not loving me, I’m worried about you not liking me,” Rafael says and promptly spills coffee on his shirt. Not something he usually does.

“You’re worrying too much,” Sonny says as he dutifully hands Rafael a kitchen towel. “It’ll be fine.”

That, strangely enough, does not make Rafael feel better. In fact it sort of makes him want to spike his coffee mug at Sonny. For the betterment of his morning caffeine fix and his relationship, Rafael opts instead to stomp out of the kitchen and angst alone in what is, for now at least, still only his bedroom.

The move is awful, because moves are always awful. Rafael had wanted to hire someone and Sonny had argued that was a needless expense and instead rounds up a bunch of his buddies from back home. Rafael is at first glad for the help and then very tempted to use the money he would’ve spent on movers on noise canceling headphones to block out Sonny and his very loud buddies.

After the move, and after Sonny pays his friends in pizza and beer and Rafeal makes a note to later tell Sonny he is not twenty anymore and that is not okay, things fall pretty quickly into a comfortable pattern. Rafael finds the whole thing suspiciously easy, the comfortable rhythm of living with Sonny, and he takes to glaring at random items like they’re lying in wait to betray him and his new living situation and relationship.

When the inevitable first post-move fight comes, it isn’t over anything Rafael expected. In fact, Rafael takes a whole day and a half to even notice the problem. Every time he sets the thermostat to a lower temperature, someone comes along later and resets it higher. And unless he’s gained a handy apartment ghost or the cat has grown opposable thumbs, Sonny is the culprit.

“Stop setting this at 72,” Rafael says, stabbing his finger at the thermostat to lower it.

“72 is room temperature,” Sonny says. “It’s literally what temperature the room is supposed to be.”

“That is. Not at all true, what.”

“It’s comfortable,” Sonny argues.

“It’s also expensive,” Rafael says, and he hates that he sounds like his mother, now. Sonny looks a little startled and then smirks, causing Rafael to bark out, “What?”

“Nothing, I just never expected you to complain about cost,” Sonny says.

“You know I don’t come from money, right?” Rafael rolls his eyes and swallows back a snide retort about Sonny’s middle class suburban upbringing.

“Right, I know, I do, but you spent, like, a hundred dollars on socks last week--”

“I can spend a hundred dollars on socks because I don’t jack up the heat in the apartment,” Rafael says. He just barely stops himself from calling it ‘his’ apartment because that would immediately dial this fight up to eleven, which is not what he wants. He just wants Sonny to stop fiddling with the thermostat.

Sonny shrugs. “I thought one of the perks of cohabitation was splitting utility bills.”

Rafael snorts and steps away from the thermostat. “That may be, but there’s no reason for the thermostat to be above 62, it’s not even December yet.”

“62? Raf, come on.” Sonny folds his arms across his chest, dangerously bordering on down-right pouting. “That’s freezing!”

“If you’re cold put on a sweatshirt,” Rafael says.

“I’m wearing a sweatshirt.”

“Put on a second sweatshirt.”

Sonny laughs, then quickly cuts himself off when he realizes Rafael isn’t kidding. “Oh my god, you’re serious.”

“Warm socks are also helpful,” Rafael says.

“I’d borrow a pair you just bought but they’re all thin brightly colored dress socks,” Sonny snarks.

“You like my socks,” Rafael says, because it’s true, not because it holds much weight as a rebuttal.

“I can’t believe you’re being this stubborn about the thermostat,” Sonny grumbles and he crosses over to the hall closet to dig around for something that turns out to be a fleece blanket.

“It’s money I’d rather we have for dinner out or…” Rafael searches his mind for something, anything, that isn’t socks and manages, “Shoes.”

Sonny lets out a surprised laugh. “Shoes?”

Rafael flails his arms into the air like, I don’t know. It’s his turn to fold his arms over his chest and look stubbornly at Sonny. Sonny just stands there, hands clasping the fleece blanket, staring at Rafael for a moment before he drops the blanket to the couch and walks closer to Rafael.

“Is this about the thermostat?”

Rafael snorts and runs a frustrated hand over his face. “Did you miss the argument we just had, or--?”

“Yeah, no, I heard that,” Sonny says in a tone like he still can’t quite believe they’re bickering over this. “You’re just. You’re kinda tweaking out.”

“Tweaking. Out?”

Sonny gives him a flat look. “When you’re mad you get quiet and you get firm and, frankly...down right vicious. That’s not what this is. You’re not actually mad about the thermostat. You’re...jittery. Nervous, maybe?”

Rafael in that moment really regrets his choice to date a detective. “Are we in an interrogation room, now?”

Sonny rolls his eyes and doesn’t take the bait. “I’m just observing. And hoping you’ll tell me what’s eating at you. Cause I don’t think it’s the thermostat.”

Sonny sounds pretty confident, is the thing, and it makes Rafael want to say the problem is, without question, the thermostat. It is absolutely, one hundred percent...not the thermostat.

“I’ve never done this before,” Rafael admits begrudgingly.

Sonny’s eyebrows lift. “Never...taken a stand over the thermostat?”

Rafael glares at him and looks and sounds very much like he’s getting a tooth pulled. “Never lived with someone.”

“You had roommates in college,” Sonny says. “And law school, you told me--”

“I never lived with someone I care about,” Rafael says loudly and he shrugs his arms out along with his admission as if to say, happy now?

Sonny’s expression softens and he takes a step into Rafael’s space. “Raf,” he says, a smile slowly blooming across his face. “Are you nervous?”

Rafael would rather cut off his own foot than admit it, but that is unfortunately not how relationships work. “Maybe.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I tried!” Rafael jabs an accusatory finger into Sonny’s chest. “Every time I mentioned I was worried you were...Happy McSunshine. About it.”

“Okay,” Sonny replies. “First, that nickname is absolutely not allowed to catch on.” Rafael is definitely going to put it on a t-shirt for him for his birthday. “Second...I’m sorry.”

Rafael blinks. “What?”

“I should’ve listened to you. Instead of insisting everything would be fine,” Sonny says, twisting his face up into an expression that’s a mix of embarrassed and apologetic. “I’m sorry about that. I thought you were just being contrary, I didn’t know you were actually twisted up about this.”

“I could’ve been clearer,” Rafael says charitably. “Instead of. Dramatic.”

“You? Dramatic?” Sonny feigns shock and Rafael smacks him, lightly, on the arm. Sonny seems to take that as permission to wrap his arms around Rafael’s waist and completely invade his space. Rafael only puts on the smallest show of resisting before he leans into Sonny. Sonny presses quick kisses to Rafael’s cheek, his temple. “I’m sorry I touched your thermostat. I’ll leave it alone.”

Rafael sighs, like he’s being magnanimous and says, “It’s our thermostat. And I guess we could set it at 65.”

Sonny laughs, clearly not swooning over with gratitude for an extra three degrees. “I could always warm myself up the old fashioned way.” He promptly slides his hands down the back of Rafael’s pants.

“As subtle as a rock to the head,” Rafael drones.

“I wasn’t trying to be subtle,” Sonny says and he is definitely pouting now. “I was trying to get you to take off your pants.”

Rafael tilts his head to the side and thinks, fair enough.

#my fic #prompts

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yujachachacha · 7 years ago

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Get to know me

Tagged by @symphonyalpha (I forgot the URL for a second and was like, “Why isn’t Jaewhy showing up when I type it in the user mention???” lol).

Rules: Answer these 92 statements and tag 20 people.

Last: 1. Drink: Barley water, because that’s what my family drinks ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 2. Phone call: My grandma, telling me what time she needed me to drive her to her doctor’s appointment. 3. Text message: To my little brother, telling him to STFU because he kept sending me dumb shit on iMessage. 4. Song you listened to: Does SIF count? If so, “Sore wa Bokutachi no Kiseki”. If not, I was headbanging to “Paradise Lost” by Chihara Minori after dropping my grandma off at her friend’s place the other day, lol. 5. Time you cried: tbh I probably teared up a little when I was watching the footage from the Lantis preview of the Aqours 1st Live BD/DVDs ｡ﾟ( ﾟஇωஇﾟ)ﾟ｡

Have you: 6. Dated someone twice: I haven’t even dated someone once :’))) 7. Kissed someone and regretted it: I’ve kissed exactly one person, so...hm. There was a period of time when I had conflicting emotions over what happened, but in the end, I don’t think I regret it. 8. Been cheated on: See #6. 9. Lost someone special: I’ve had a grandfather pass away, and this is probably going to sound bad, but...I really appreciated him, and he was nothing but kind to me. However, since I’d only seen him about three times in my life, the biggest way his death affected me was through my mother. It took her a while to get over my grandfather’s death, so it changed the way I behaved around her during that time. 10. Been depressed: Yes. 11. Gotten drunk and thrown up: Exactly once, because I made the mistake of keeping pace with my uncle in Korea who takes soju shots like a champ. This also happened to be the night before Lunar New Year, so I got chewed out by my aunt (older sister of my uncle) once she realized why I was so lethargic during the festivities. _(:3 」∠)_ I don’t regret it though, because before that I had never been hungover before and was wondering what my limit was, haha.

List 3 favorite colors: 12-14. Red, blue, and...uh...other than those two I don’t have any definite faves. I guess the third would be either yellow or purple...? I’ll just go with purple for the sake of completion.

In the last year have you: 15. Made new friends: #TeamONIBE 16. Fallen out of love: That would require me to fall in love with someone first. 17. Laughed until you cried: I think it might have been when Mayushii and King did that disastrous cooking niconama. Like...what the actual fuck, do they seriously not know anything about basic kitchen safety and hygiene??? 18. Found out someone was talking about you: The number of times I’ve gone on to Discord and found out that someone in ONIBE was talkin’ smack about me... (｡･ˇ_ˇ･｡) It’s all in good fun though, haha. 19. Met someone who changed you: See #15. 20. Found out who your friends are: Nothing says "friendship” like screaming your heart out at an anisong concert, eating McNuggets while insanely drunk, sleeping while squished together in a seedy neighborhood, wotaing loudly in a moving vehicle, and other various activities I did with people I had never met in real life. ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ AX 2017 was hella great for ONIBE bonding. 21. Kissed someone on your Facebook list: I don’t think I’ve even used FB for non-work stuff since 2016 lol

General: 22. How many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: If this means “I’ve actually met them in person and have had a decent conversation with them”, then maybe a few hundred? But if this means that I actually talk to them on a semi-regular basis, then, like...10, maybe. :’) 23. Do you have any pets: See my answer in the previous chain post I did. tl;dr I had a turtle and a dog in elementary school, but after that, no pets. I’d like to have a dog when I get a place of my own, though. 24. Do you want to change your name: Nope. 25. What did you do for your last birthday: Watched LLS Episode 13 in the morning and ate Korean BBQ in the evening. 26. What time did you wake up: Today? I honestly don’t remember. Sometime before 9? 27. What were you doing at midnight last night: Laughing at dumb shit on Twitter and Discord, probably. 28. Name something you can’t wait for: The Delayed Viewing for the 2nd Live for the US! I’m making plans to meet up with ONIBE folks again and it’s gonna be ~L I T~ 29. When was the last time you saw your mom: Early in the morning. She was like “lol get up and lose some weight” while I was still in bed so I groaned back, “You’re one to talk,” and went back to sleep. 30. What is one thing you wish you could change in your life: I was gonna say “how about eliminating my student loans haha” but I suppose this is supposed to be a more serious question. I guess it’d be nice if I was a neater person. Like, my room is a total mess right now and I’m terrible at keeping track of things I should be working on... 31. Listening right now: Fun fact - I actually only listen to music while I’m driving. Otherwise, it distracts me from what I should be doing. 32. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: Yup, that was the name of my debate coach when I was in junior high. 33. Something that is getting on your nerves: People who hate on LL seiyuu. Like, they’re actual human beings who are working really hard to live up to the expectations of thousands - no, millions of people worldwide. To be quite honest, I invite you to tell me if you legitimately want to shit on any one of them (both µ’s and Aqours), because I have yet to see a single person who has had a good justification for doing so. 34. Most visited website: Probably Tumblr/YouTube/Twitter/Reddit, too lazy to figure out which one of those it is.

Jaewhy put in random questions here because they were missing for some reason, so I guess I’ll continue those: 35. Mole(s): I have a few around my face, but other than the one on my right cheek I don’t think they’re that noticeable? I don’t spend a lot of time in the sun like other Californians. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 36. Mark(s): I have a birthmark on the backside of my right shoulder that I’m sort of self-conscious about. It’s the perfect shape for getting a tattoo of a sunflower around it, so maybe I’ll do that some time in the future? 37. Childhood dream: Lawyer. 38. Hair color: I feel like I’ve answered this in a previous chain post, but it’s black. Duh. Though if you hold it up to the sun, some of the ends are more like dark brown. 39. Long or short: Long. 40. Do you have a crush on someone: See #16. Nope. 41. What do you like about yourself: I’ve spent an unhealthy amount of time staring at computers/video games and I still don’t need glasses. :D 42. Piercings: No, but I should probably get my ears pierced at some point? 43. Blood type: O. 44. Nickname: Yujacha, but a lot of people shorten it to “Yuja”. 45. Relationship status: Single. 46. Zodiac: Libra, Dog. 47. Pronouns: I feel like it’s obvious what gender I am, so just go with those. 48. Favorite TV show: I don’t really watch TV these days, but if I’m kicking back with some hot cocoa at like 2am I might watch Criminal Minds or something. 49. Tattoos: Nope, but like I said in #36 I’ve been thinking about it. 50. Right or left hand: Right. 51. Surgery: Wisdom teeth removal is technically dental surgery. 52. Hair dyed in different color: I had highlights in my hair a few years ago, but they faded real quick. I’m vaguely considering dyeing it brown in the distant future...? 53. Sport: It’s fun to watch the occasional match when there’s a World Cup or Olympic thing going on, but otherwise I have no interest. 54. (A question I came up with since #54 was missing) Extracurricular activities: I was a debate kid for most of my school life, and in college I was in the Korean Club and Student Union. 55. Vacation: Does the 2nd Live DV later this year count? 56. Pair of trainers sneakers *American anthem plays in the distance*: I actually need new ones because I’ve tripped while hiking on at least two separate occasions due to my shitty old sneakers.

More general: 57. Eating: Haven’t yet. 58. Drinking: Wasn’t this literally the first question? 59. I’m about to: Eat. 60. (This question was missing so I'll make one up again) Thinking about: What to eat lol 61. Waiting for: 2nd Live DV~ 62. Want: Money tbh 63. Get married: I’d like to at some point, but at the moment I’m kinda tired of hearing about it from every middle-aged woman who talks to me (including my own mother). 64. Career: Working on it.

Which is better: 65. Hugs or kisses: Hugs, because they’re warm and comfy and can be shared by complete strangers. 66. Lips or eyes: I was gonna repeat a previous answer and say “eyesmiles” but since this is “lips or eyes” rather than “smiles or eyes”, I guess my answer would fall more under “eyes”. 67. Shorter or taller: Bruh, if someone’s shorter than me then I’d need to check their ID to make sure they’re not jailbait. Taller. 68. Older or younger: I’ve never dated anyone so I honestly wouldn’t know, but I’d probably look for someone close to my age first? 69. (Lmao why was 69 missing :3c I’ll just make something up again) Outgoing or shy: The former, since I’m lazy. If someone doesn’t drag me to places I’ll just lay in bed all day. 70. Nice arms or stomach: It’s actually really hard for females to have a toned stomach, so any gals with abs are like ooh~ 👀 But I actually like hands! I have smol stubby fingers so I really dig people with nice hands. 71. Sensitive or loud: The former, because I don’t need the entire neighborhood to know when I’m gettin’ laid kthnx 72. Hook up or relationship: Relationship, because sure why not? 73. Troublemaker or hesitant: Maybe the former, but if they’re being too much of a lil’ shit then I’d go for the latter instead. I’ve dealt with friends who take like 20 minutes to decide what to order from a menu so I know that feel. :’)

Have you ever: 74. Kissed a stranger: Nope. 75. Drank hard liquor: Yup. 76. Lost glasses/contact lenses: I’m pretty sure I annoyed half of ONIBE during AX when I went “haha y’all are blind af” after I found out I was pretty much the only one who didn’t have corrected vision. 77. Turned someone down: I was about to say “no” and then I got a sudden flashback to a certain incident in college, wow thanks for making me remember something I had tried to forget...sooo, uh, yup. 78. Sex on the first date: See #6. 79. Broken someone’s heart: IDK if turning someone down counts as breaking their heart. 80. Had your heart broken: ...yes. I think? 81. Been arrested: Nope. 82. Cried when someone died: Do fictional characters count? 83. Fallen for a friend: Uhhhhh...kind of? It was complicated.

Do you believe in: 84. Yourself: I’d like to think that I do. 85. Miracles: KISEKI DA YO~ ...sorry, I had to. Yeah. 86. Love at first sight: Shukashuu is living proof of this. 87. Santa Claus: Nope, sorry Maki!!! 88. Kiss on the first date: Sure.

Other: 90. Current best friend(s) name: IDK if I have one. :’) 91. Eye color: I’m Asian, take a wild guess. 92. Favorite movie: I don’t really have a favorite, but I did like “Kimi no Na wa.” (Your name.) so much that I made it my phone’s lock screen.

Tagging: I've only tagged people the first time I did one of these and I’m gonna try to keep it that way. If anyone who reads this wants to give it a go, feel free~

#yujachat #chain post #queuetie panther #edited the words from british to american english spelling BECAUSE I CAN HAHA #are these even interesting to people why would u wanna know about boring old me

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