#all fluff bc I decided to finally finish this idea that's been floating in my wip folder for two years

[inkstainedfanfics]

Ethereal Skies

Summary: Waiting for a comet to scorch the skies, you and your best friend, Theseus, spend a night in a hammock outside, closer than you’ve ever been before.

Word Count: 3,364

Pairing: Theseus x Reader

You have friends, you have best friends, and then you have Theseus, your dearest friend of the past seven years, the one friend who knows everything there is to know about you just like you know everything there is to know about him. The two of you are inseparable, which is why you’re currently sitting on the top step of his family’s small back porch, watching him tug a rope around the squat trunk of an ancient, towering oak.

“Need some help there, Mr. Lumberjack?” You call out, half-teasing as you remain perched on the sun-warmed steps, a cool glass of lemonade pinched between your fingers, yellow and gold in the gentle rays of the slowly setting sun.

Theseus squints at you from across the yard, pausing his work for a moment to watch you raise an eyebrow and sip the sweet lemonade, the sugar light on your tongue.

His cheeks are a deep red, the consequence of demanding to do this himself rather than utilize magic, even though the May weather insists on being stuffy and overbearing. But despite his obvious discomfort, a wry smile graces his face. “Help would be appreciated, but I’d hate to be the first to make you stand and put some work into something.”

You tilt your head, crossing your legs at the knee. “Well, you do know what they say about princesses.”

The signature mess of dark curls that drive the girls at Hogwarts mad hang over his forehead, threatening to droop into his dark eyes. He swipes at them with a dirt-covered hand, also wiping away the sheen of sweat covering his forehead. “That I do. I just wish I hadn’t befriended one. It hasn’t gotten me any of the gold I wanted.”

You make a face at him, wrinkling your nose, earning a laugh from Theseus, a kind sound that drifts with the gentle spring breeze. Overhead, birds sing within the tangle of oak branches and green leaves, a chorus in time with the scrabble of squirrels scaling the two trees.

“You’re a real piece of work, you know that?” He asks as he turns back to the tree, tugging once more on the rope, ensuring it’s taut and that the knot he wove with the fraying stuff is strong and sturdy.

You swirl the ice in your glass, watching him work. “But you love me, you know.”

“That I do.” Straightening, he rolls the sleeves of his dirt-streaked white button-down to his elbows, places his hands on his hips, and sighs, studying his work. “Well, halfway there.”

A few minutes of silence between the two of you pass, interrupted only by Theseus’s grunts and quiet curses. You take the moment to stretch out and lay on your back, eyeing the clouds and the streaks of green and lavender that already droop low into the lovely blue of the day.

It’s strange to think that only a few hours earlier, you’d been at Hogwarts, accepting congratulations on the completion of your final year, wishing old friends well and exchanging address for letters. You’d been so worried you’d lose so much, but now, here in the Scamander’s backyard, listening to Theseus let loose a particularly creative string of curse words directed at the rope, with a glass of Mrs. Scamander’s homemade lemonade in your hand, you’re happy. But then, that shouldn’t seem such a shock, you figure. It’s how you always feel with Theseus around.

“So,” you ask, propping yourself up on one elbow to watch Theseus struggle with the final knot, “when do you think you’ll be done?”

“Are you serious?” Theseus calls back, sitting in the dirt, feet pressed against the tree to help him yank it into a tight knot.

“It’ll be sunset soon. I don’t want to miss it, not when you’ve been promising this moment for the past seven years.”

He sighs and gives the rope another tug. The blue cloth of the hammock stretches, and it finally begins to look like somewhere you could relax. “You know, part of me wishes I hadn’t made that promise when we first met. If I’d known you’d never forget, I might’ve kept my mouth shut, found another partner for that potion.”

“It’s not my fault you were the first person I met who was as fascinated with Halley’s Comet as I was. Or that you thought everyone has as bad a memory as you.”

Theseus chuckles, then shoves himself to his feet, letting the end of the rope drop from his hand. “God help the man that marries you.”

You make another face but elect to otherwise ignore his jab. “You dodged my question.”

“Did I? You had a question?”

“Theseus,” you whine.

He laughs. “Don’t worry, the hammock’s done. Ready for comet watching.”

“Finally,” you say, setting your lemonade aside and springing to your feet.

“But,” Theseus says, raising his hands as you stand, “we can’t use it just yet.”

“What?”

A soft breeze ruffles his hair as he makes his way toward you. “I promised my mum we’d have some supper with her first. So turn around and head in.”

You drop your shoulders. “But the hammock…”

“Will stay there.” He hesitates for a beat, then looks over his shoulder at it. “Hopefully. If it doesn’t, we’ll be glad we put off lying in it.”

You sigh but oblige him, letting him loop an arm around your shoulder as he makes it to the porch. You wrinkle your nose as he does. The hot sun and work had not left him in a great position. “Any chance you can fix how bad you smell before supper?”

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Theseus is leaning against the tree when you finally manage to escape Mrs. Scamander’s stories and offers of more food.

Ankles crossed, eyebrows raised, and a smirk waiting under the color-streaked dusk sky, he whistles as you hop down the porch steps and land barefooted in the cool grass.

“You’ve gotten slow in your old age.”

“And you’ve gotten mean. Only one ‘thank you’ to your mom? She’s going to be heartbroken.”

He shrugs. “She’s fine.”

“Heartbroken.”

He sighs as you step up to the hammock. “I’ll apologize later. For now, we have a comet to spot, right?”

A wave of excitement bubbles through your stomach. This is it. This is what you’d been waiting for for so many years. “Finally. Now are you going to stand there and smile or help me up?”

Theseus still grins but does help, holding the hammock steady while you roll in. It’s cozy. The fabric soft, the blanket Theseus had dragged out of the chest of blankets even softer, and with the quiet chirps of crickets and soft songs of the birds flying around the house, you think you could spend the rest of your life right here, under the green and pink and yellow and deep, deep blue sky, stars blinking down at you, Theseus standing next to you, and nestled away from the cool of the dusk air in a warm blanket.

“Are you going to move over?”

You clasp your hands behind your head, staring up at the sky, listening to the soft gust of the wind blowing through the leaves above. “I don’t know. It’s awfully peaceful here.”

“You were warned.”

“What—”

You don’t have to time to finish the question as Theseus jumps in, sending the hammock swinging and you flailing wildly, grasping for anything to keep from rolling out.

You only manage to roll face first into Theseus’s chest.

“You,” you mutter, face still against his chest, cheek hurting as the button on his shirt scratches it every time his chest moves with his laugh, “are an ass.”

You peel yourself away from him and roll as far away as you can, which really isn’t far at all, much to your simultaneous disappointment and relief.

Theseus smells better now, like cinnamon and spices, for which you’re grateful. And he’s warm, much warmer than the chill beginning to fall over the yard as the sun creeps out of sight. But he’s also an ass.

He grins down at you, cheeks ruddy, hair messy again. A sight. “But you love me, right?”

“Some days, I wonder.”

He nudges you with an elbow and you roll your eyes.

“So,” he asks after a moment of silence, “what do you want to do?”

“I want to watch for a comet in peaceful silence.”

“Oh, then you definitely picked the wrong friend.”

“Clearly,” you say, returning his sarcasm with ease. It’s always easy with Theseus. Everything is. It’s half the reason you’re still as good of friends as you are.

Theseus huffs after half a minute of silence, flips on his side, and scoots down so you’re nose-to-nose with him. Heat radiates off of him, and it burns your cheeks as he cocks an eyebrow and smiles. “Let’s play a game.”

“Theseus, we’re trying to watch for a comet that only comes around once every 75 years. We only have one chance to see it. If we miss it tonight, you’re going to have to tie up a hammock at 92, and I don’t really want to see that.”

“But I’m bored,” he whines. “And it won’t come out for at least an hour, right? So let’s play a game, have some fun. Come on, please?”

You study his gaze, but it’s earnest, pleading, and you sigh. “Fine. One game.”

His grin widens, and excitement sparks in his expression. “Okay. What do you want to play?”

You want to roll away and groan and ask why he didn’t already have a game in mind, but he’s so near, and so warm, you don’t really want to distance yourself, so you just shrug. “Truth or dare?”

“Boring. Besides, I don’t want to move for a dare. I’m comfortable here.” He moves to brush the hair from his forehead, but his fingertips brush your hand, leaving a trail of heat behind them. You suck in a breath and raise your chin, meeting the challenge you’re not certain he put forth.

“Then just truth?” You know you may regret this, may hate yourself for this, but it’s the only way to get Theseus to stop whining for a little while.

“Why not? Could be fun.”

“Could it? I think I already know everything I want to about you.”

Theseus rolls his eyes. “Ha. You’re hilarious. I’ll start. Let’s see...”

“Why do you get to start?”

“Because this was my idea.” You open your mouth to protest that, but Theseus cuts you off before you can. “You fancied Dylan in the fourth year, didn’t you? And you have to tell the truth.”

“I—” you press your lips together, trying your best to glare at him when he’s so near. “Fine, maybe I did. A bit.”

“Yes! I knew it.”

“But you definitely fancied Tella Storhaven.”

He makes a face and shakes his head. “Not my type. Your turn. Let’s see, what embarrassing thing can I make you admit now?”

You swat at his shoulder, and he laughs. The sound sends flames back into your cheeks, and you want to roll your eyes at yourself. You’re getting ridiculous.

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“You don’t really like my mum’s stew, do you?”

“Look,” you begin, “your mom is a wonderful cook—”

“But that’s a lot of onion, isn’t it?”

“It’s a ton of onion,” you say, laughing with Theseus. You’re tucked against his chest, his arm around you, your ear to his heart so you can hear the gentle thrum of its beat. Two hours have passed with no sign of the comet, but you’d fallen into a perfect limbo between drowsy and happy, the sort of space that exists only in dreams. And it certainly feels like a dream, lying here in the hammock, pressed to Theseus’s warm body, legs tangled with his, listening to the crickets chirp around you, staying warm in his arms as the hammock sways in a gentle, cool breeze, but reality still swirls around you in the light still burning in the kitchen, and the visit from Theseus’s little brother an hour earlier.

Still, you imagine you could spend the rest of the night here, tucked under Theseus’s arm, and still not be tired of being here.

“It really is a lot of onion. I mean, don’t get me wrong, my mum’s wonderful, but how can she expect anyone to taste anything other than onion in that? It’s a shock, really. That’s why I feed it to the creatures when she goes to the market.”

You gasp and laugh, smacking his chest. “You told me it was good for them.”

“No, no way. I just wanted it out of the house so we didn’t have to eat it all week.”

You shake your head in disbelief. “You’re the worst. The literal worst.”

“Says you, Miss I-Totally-Didn’t-Add-The-Extra-Ingredient-to-Tella’s-Potion.”

“Okay, but she deserved it.”

“Uh-huh. The literal worst?”

You grin. “Okay, maybe we’re both the literal worst.”

“That sounds better,” Theseus says, quieter now, hand brushing up and down lightly on your back. Your stomach flips at this, but you tell yourself you’re being silly. It’s just that you’re tired, that you’re near him, that you’re laughing so much. But as you think of your next question, Theseus shifts, pulls you nearer, and your heart pounds.

“Your turn,” he murmurs, voice low, nearly hidden by the quiet peace of crickets’ songs and the squabble of squirrels above.

You stare at the light in the kitchen window, considering, but it blows out. Newt’s doing? Mrs. Scamander’s? You can’t tell from here.

“What’s one unrealistic goal of yours?”

“Unrealistic?”

“Mmhmm,” you hum. The hammock sways gently, slowly, rocking the two of you back and forth.

“Hard to decide when I could do anything, really, that I wanted. I mean, have you seen this face?”

“Too much of it.”

You know he’s grinning his crooked grin without needing to look. “Now that was a low blow.”

“You set yourself up for it.”

“True, true.”

You breathe deeply, the smell of spring, of grass, of the remnants of the cookies Mrs. Scamander baked after supper float through the air, mixing with the slight smell of cinnamon.

“So?” You finally prompt, lazily poking Theseus in the stomach. “What’s your number one unrealistic goal?”

Theseus hesitates, and you blink heavily, listening to the beat of his heart speed the slightest.

“Hmm? It is embarrassing or something?” You trace a triangle in his arm, waiting for an answer about dragons or ruling the Ministry or saving the world or something. Nothing comes.

You crane your neck to find that his cheeks are tinged pink.

”It’s embarrassing?”

He stops running his hand up and down your back to instead rub the back of his neck. “I wouldn’t say that.”

“Mortifying?”

“No.”

“Dangerous?”

“I—” he stops himself, shrugs, and looks back up at the stars.

“It’s dangerous?” You roll away the slightest to better meet his eyes. His one hand remains on his neck, but the other, the one you’re practically lying on, catches onto your shoulder. “Ooo, now you have to tell me. Come on, this was your game.”

He huffs out a sigh but meets your eyes again andt his time, there’s a hesitance in his gaze, an uncertainty you’ve never really known from Theseus before. Your breath catches in your throat.

“Well?” You ask, a little breathless. “What is it?”

“It would be,” Theseus starts, then stops, then rolls his eyes and starts again, hand still on the back of his neck, cheeks a deep red now. “Well, it would be to kiss you, I suppose.”

“Oh.” You say. Then, “Oh,” again, because what else are you supposed to say in a moment like this?

“Yeah.” He laughs once, but it’s humorless, born of nerves more so than a joke. And though he’s holding your gaze, he’s clearly nervous.

“And that’s dangerous why, exactly?” Your heart pounds in your chest, nerves alight with every graze.

He smiles now, a genuine smile. “You’re my best friend. I don’t want to risk that just to chase after some…some…desire.” He says ‘desire’ as though it’s not quite the right word, but it sends flames into your cheeks.

“Oh. I see.”

Theseus sighs as an awkward silence stretches on. “I’m sorry. That was stupid of me. I should’ve said something else. Shouldn’t have told you that.”

Your mind is spinning, but as he begins to roll away, you hurriedly assure him. “No, no. It’s okay. But, uh, you do owe me another answer.”

He looks at you from the corner of his eye, frowning down at you. “Why?”

“Well, I asked for an unrealistic goal. You still need to give me one.”

It takes Theseus a moment to understand, to comprehend, and you wait with a held breath and cheeks that are ablaze as he processes. “Wait, you…”

“You really think I wouldn’t kiss you? I mean, even if it’s just to have a story to make Tella Storhaven angry?”

Theseus’s shock morphs into joy then a laugh. “Oh, that’s the only reason, huh?”

“I didn’t say it was the only, but it definitely wouldn’t hold me back. But,” you ask, dropping your voice and raising your eyebrows as Theseus rolls back onto his side to face you, “what will people think?”

Theseus chuckles, and the nerves that had been present are fading now, replaced with his usual calm confidence. “Well, I suppose somebody somewhere owes someone some money. I know there were bets on this.”

“And your mother?” Though you say this jokingly, there’s an edge of honest worry. You like Mrs. Scamander too much to risk angering her.

“Quite honestly, I think it would make the old woman’s year.”

You giggle, relieved and overjoyed, on edge as Theseus brushes his hand against yours again. Your heart pounds hard in your chest, and you know your breaths must sound shaky to Theseus. “What would she say to you calling her old?”

“Hm,” he hums, running his hand up your arm, “I think she’d be grateful that I’m finally thinking realistically.”

“Lucky you,” you manage as Theseus stops his hand at your shoulder, hesitating.

“Are you sure,” he asks, running the tip of his thumb over your jaw, gaze dropping to your lips before returning to your eyes to search your expression, “are you sure you’re okay with this? That you want this?”

You nod. “I’m sure.”

Theseus smiles a wide, crooked smile, and your breath catches in your throat as he cradles your cheek in his hand, running his thumb over your cheekbone. “Lucky me,” he murmurs again, and he is near, so near you cannot breathe.

Theseus closes his eyes as his lips lightly graze yours, then pause. A question unspoken.

You answer by deepening the kiss, pulling Theseus closer, your cheeks burning, heart flying.

When the kiss breaks, Theseus leans back, grinning like a fool, still cradling your face.

“Well, not so unrealistic after all. This face really can get me anything. Hey!”

He breaks into a laugh as you hit his shoulder. “Ass.”

“But you love me,” he says with a grin.

You roll your eyes and turn away, looking toward the sky, praying he can’t tell how your face is burning, hear how your heart is pounding, but it’s perfect timing as a streak of white burns above, flying over the two of you.

“Theseus, look!”

He glances up, only a second at the comet blazing through the sky, before looking back to you.

“You’re really going to miss this twice-in-a-lifetime moment?” You ask, nudging his shoulder to try to convince him to watch it take its slow arc through the sky.

He smiles, soft now, gentle, and runs a hand over your forehead, knocking hair out of your face. “It’s nothing compared to what I’m looking at.”

“You’re a dork,” you say, but you’re unable to resist the smile that crosses your face, and as the comet burns above, you lace your hand with his and take a deep breath. The future and all its anxieties await you, but here, now, next to your best friend, under an ethereal sky, you know only joy.

[random-mha-thoughts]

Sick (Todoroki x Reader) Birthday Special!

Pairing: Todoroki x Reader 

Genre: Fluff (fluffed myself into devastation again)

Summary: It’s your boyfriend’s birthday, but unfortunately you’re feeling less enthusiastic about it because you’re sick as a dog.  So what happens when the birthday boy finds out you’re in less than top condition?

Inspo: Me, myself, and I bc I was sick this past week (and I’m still not over it), and this Tik Tok bc I’m a loser.

Word count: 1,698

Tags:  @yuki-osaki​ @liviitehe​ @iamsoftsodonttoucheume-blog​ @bunnythepipsqueak​

A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE ONLY ICYHOT THAT MATTERS TODOROKI!!

I decided to combine a birthday special with an idea I had about a sick reader that I was going to write anyway because softboy Todo is the best Todo (besides the ones where he’s flirty but that’s different)

Don’t judge me for being on Tiktok, my cousin was showing me all the cosplayers and I was sold, the cosplayers are so talented, I’m really jealous T.T.  Not to mention there’s actually some really great fanfic fodder floating around there, so don’t be shocked if I post some others inspired by Tiktoks.  Anyway, enjoy the story!

I feel like I've been run over.

Every muscle in my body is either aching or stiff, my nose is stuffed, my throat hurts, and my body is cold and hot at the same time despite wearing flannel pajamas.  At random times last night, I woke up between whatever snipets of random dreams I can remember.

In short, I feel miserable and I've only been awake for 10 seconds.

I was hoping it wouldn't get to this point.  Two days ago, I started taking vitamin C supplements because I felt the tickling scratchiness starting up in my throat, and yesterday I was out with the Deku squad in the cold because Uraraka wanted to go to some wings place in the city in the freezing cold.  Never did I think it would escalate to this.

I blame Denki.  The idiot was coughing like a dog all over the place.

At first, I'm happy it's a Saturday and I can probably just lay in bed and sleep all day.  When I finally gather enough energy to roll over and look at my phone, I feel infinitely worse.

Fuck. It's January 11.

Today's Todoroki's birthday.  And I'm sick.  What kind of twist of fate is this?  I wanted to take him out to eat or go to an arcade or something just to spend the day with him, but it takes too much energy to get up.

I huff, guilt eating at me.  I have to do this, for my baby.  Kicking the covers off, I slowly roll up to sit at the edge of my bed, wrapping myself in my blanket and trudging to the bathroom.  The soreness in my limbs beg me to go back to bed, but I repeat the mantra, "For Shouto, it's for Shouto " to keep me going.

As soon as I see myself in the bathroom mirror I whine.  My face is so pale that my dark circles are more prominent, emphasizing my obvious lack of good sleep.  After I complete the strenuous task of brushing my teeth, I shuffle back to my bed and faceplant down at the foot side since I'm too tuckered out to get in properly.  I'll wait for Shouto to come after breakfast.  I'll just go back to sleep, I persuade myself as I drift off.  Maybe I can ask him to only spend half a day so I can come back and sleep, I'm sure he'll understand...

After some time, I'm startled out of my half slumber by a soft knock at the door.  "Love?  Are you awake?  It's me."

I smile at my precious angel's manners.  "Coming, just give me a sec."  I gather all my strength and try not to make it look like I'm dying on the inside as I open the door.

There Todoroki stands in his casual clothes, his endearing, ever-neutral face present as usual.  "Good morning.  You weren't down for breakfast, did you eat already?"

"No, not yet, I just woke up," I answer, my voice slightly hoarse.

His brows furrow.  "Did you drink any water yet at least?  They say it's good for starting your metabolism in the morning."

I shake my head.

He studies me, his heterochromatic eyes scanning me up and down in my blanket-clad state before scrutinizing my face.  "Did you sleep well last night?"

"Not really..."

He crosses his arms over his chest and steps towards me, making me take another one back.  "You know I don't like it when you don't take care of yourself.  You know what that means."  A dark aura washes over his face.

I cling to my blanket and screw my eyes shut, somewhat afraid of him when he gets like this.

A warm hand comes down on my head.  "You feel warmer than you're supposed to, the heat's radiating off of you.  Not to mention you're pale," he comments.  He removes his hand.  "Get back to bed, you're not going anywhere today."

"But it's your birthday, I wanted to spend the day with you," I cough at the end.  The muffled noise and the pain in my ears that follows males me realize my hearing is shot along with everything else wrong with me.

"We can spend the day in bed together," he argues, pushing me gently down to recline.

I groan at how stubborn he is.  "Can't we go out for half a day?  I promise I'll rest later."

"No," Todoroki dismisses tersely, refitting the blanket across my sheets.  "We can save that for tomorrow, you need rest."  He places a gentle kiss on my forehead and pauses.  "That's definitely a low to mid grade fever.  Can I trust you to stay here while I gather some supplies?"

I blink.  What.  "Yes, I'll stay put," I surrender.

After almost half an hour, Todoroki returns, awakening me from my slumber with arms full.

"What the-"  I eye the huge pot in his hands and a tote bag hanging off his arm.

He set the pot down on the floor.  "I took the liberty of making you chicken soup with some ginger for your throat.  I also brought some medicine for your fever, a box of tissues, a humidifier, some nose spray for the congestion, a bag of cough drops, a thermos of water, a carton of orange juice-"

I whine out loud like a child, feeling a huge rock of guilt on my chest.

"Is something wrong?  Are you in pain?"  His affectionate gaze flickers to me in worry.

"You're killing me, Shouto!"

He sits next to me on the bed, brushing my face with his fingertips.  "Did I do something wrong?  I'm sorry-"

"No, it's not you," I sigh.  "I just feel so bad.  Today's your birthday, and here you are taking care of me because I got sick instead of doing something fun.  I'm terrible."

His fingers brush my hair off my forehead.  "Love, it's not your fault that you're sick on my birthday-"

"Yeah, it's Kaminari's," I interject with a pout.

Todoroki chuckles.  "I'll fix him later.  I don't need anything special, I just want to spend time with you.  Besides, you being ill gives me the perfect excuse to stay by your side all day."

Warmth blooms in my chest at his loving words.  I sniff, "You're too good to me."

He kisses my forehead again.  "I'm fully expecting the same treatment if I ever get sick as repayment."

"Huh?!"

A heart-melting smile cracks across his face.  "Kidding, Love.  Just finish your soup and let me take care of you.  That's more than enough repayment."

The rest of the day passed in a comfortable blur.  Todoroki fed me soup by the bowl every few hours for my meals, made sure I drank water throughout the day, and gave me orange juice to drink.  "You need the Vitamin C to help your immune system work," he says.  All day, he wrapped us in blankets as we binge-watched shows and movies on my laptop while regulating my temperature with his quirk.  He catered to every need I had from my stuffy nose to my muffled hearing.  He even started massaging my sore muscles to ease the dull pain.  My heart couldn't feel fuller knowing he willingly nursed me back to health when he could've been doing something more fun or at least productive.

"Shouto, don't you want to at least go train today?" I ask.  "You don't have to sit here with me the whole day."

His hand around my body squeezes tighter.  "I'd rather be here with you than train."

I weakly hit his chest.  "You sound slightly obsessive."

Todoroki's cool fingers absently play with my hair, brushing my cheeks.  "If you fall asleep, I'll step out for a little so I don't bother you."

After a moment, I tilt my head up at him.  "I want to give you your gift at least.  It's in the top drawer."

Quirking an eyebrow, he gets out of bed and opens my chest of drawers.  "You didn't need to get me anything."  He pulls out a thin, black cardboard box on top.

"I'm warning you now, it's kind of stupid, but I didn't know what to get for a boy who already has everything," I admit, nervously watching him sit back next to me and open it.

Inside is a simple string bracelet with two silver balls flanking a golden Sun symbol.  Todoroki takes it out and immediately puts it on his right wrist to admire it, though his expression is blank as ever.

"I know you don't wear jewelry, but I wanted to keep it simple.  Besides, it's actually a couples set," I nod over to my bedside table.  "Mine is over there."

He surveys the mess and locks eyes with a bracelet of similar design except a silver crescent moon is in the middle.

"You get the Sun one because you're my precious sunshine boy," I chuckle before coughing to clear my throat.  "Sorry, that was really cheesy-"

Todoroki cups my face and seals my lips before I can finish.  I almost kiss him back instinctively, but I pull his hands away.  "Shouto, I'm sick-"

"Thank you."  A soft smile appears across his features and his eyes glint in affection, washing me over in warmth.  "I'll wear it every day, when I'm not training so it won't break."

Before I can respond, he tackles me in another kiss, sending my heart into a frenzy of irregular beats.  His kisses are sweet yet searing, pouring all of his love as he moves against me, clinging to my body like a lifeline.

When Todoroki finally pulls away, my head spins, but I can't miss the grin on his face as he caresses my cheek.  "I love you," he whispers.

And just like that, my heart feels squeezed again.  "You're gonna get sick."

He pecks my nose.  "At least it's from you."

I bury my face in his chest, heat rushing to my cheeks and ears.  "I love you too, you big dork."

The rise and fall of his chest and his soft touch in my hair lulls me to sleep in his arms, a smile on both of our faces.

[hajimesh]

A Lush-ious Day

Word Count: 1.8k

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Summary: Loki goes to Lush for the first time

A/N: hiii here’s some fluff bc my heart is still hurting after endgame. hope u guys enjoy it, feedback is welcome! gif not mine

Masterlist

To say Loki loves bath bombs is an understatement.

He absolutely adores them.

Today has been a rather busy day. In the morning, you told Loki you will be running some errands, picking up the laundry and going grocery shopping; and he kindly offered you his company so, thankfully, you haven’t collapsed thanks to your boyfriend’s presence. He was a good distraction and very helpful.

You’re almost done, you just need one more thing and you’re done for the day: a quick trip to Lush. You just ran out of your favorite face mask and it just happens to be on your way home.

Entering the store you go straight to one of the employees.

“Hi, I’m looking for the catastrophe mask.”

The woman nods her head and smiles. “Of course!”

She makes her way to the back of the store and you follow her, leaving Loki behind. He stands awkwardly on the front, hands in his pockets as he softly rocks on the balls of his feet. He frowns as he sees you walk away from him without a word so he decides to step in and the first thing he sees is the pile of multicoloured spheres, one on top of the other. Grabbing one from the top, he examines it. Loki’s eyes analyze the lilac ball on his hands, rubbing his fingers against it and feeling the sandy feeling of it. He doesn’t understand what is it. Is it some kind of food?

He keeps it on his hands as he continues walking across the store, searching for you. He finally finds you next to a giant bucket with ice as you rub something on your hand.

You notice him approaching you and you smile at him.

“Hey babe, would you mind helping me pick one?”

Loki’s brows furrow in confusion as he walks until he’s standing next to you. His eyes wander around the ice and he sees the different names on the tiny black containers.

“What is this?” His tone is uncertain and a little pout settles on his lips, you have to refrain yourself from cooing at him. He looks like a lost puppy. Adorable.

“These,” you motion at the black containers in front of you with a hand gesture. “Are the face masks I put on our face when it’s pamper day.”

His eyes widen slightly and his mouth opens in realization. Now that he knows what these thing are, he begins to read each description, making sure he picks the right one. After a good five minutes, he turns to you with a container on his unoccupied hand.

“I’d like to purchase this one.”

Smiling at him, you grab the mask from his hands and hand it to the employee. “We’ll be taking these two, please.”

She grabs both masks and walks to the cash register. It’s not until you look back at Loki that you notice the bath bomb on his hand.

“Do you want to purchase that one too?” You ask him as you step closer to him.

Your voice catches him off guard, startling him. You laugh softly at his reaction and point at the bath bomb again. He finally realizes what you meant and he frowns.

“Bath bomb? Is it some kind of… explosive?” His confused tone is genuine and your heart melts at how innocent he looks.

Shaking your head, you grab it from his hold and start walking towards one of the small tubs in the store. You fill it with water and make sure he’s looking before you let it go from your grasp and splashes on the water.

Loki’s eyes widen in amazement.

He watches as the bath bomb begins to dissolve and a light effervescent effect occurs before his eyes. The lilac spreads all over the water turning it into a similar colour but paler and, as it finishes exploding, he notices a few petals floating around and a nice smell pouring out of the water.

“What do you think?”

He looks back at you and then back at the tub. Tracing his fingers softly on the water, he feels the soapy texture and smiles.

“Can we take some of these?” His eyes gleam in excitement as he waits for your answer.

You nod at him, a big smile on your lips. “Of course, love. Take some and bring them to the counter so we can pay.”

Not waiting to be told twice, Loki quickly grabs a lilac bath bomb and a green one. He’s practically skipping as he makes his way to the cash register. You pay for everything and finally leave the store with a happy Loki beside you.

As soon as you arrive home, Loki rushes to your bathroom and begins to fill the bathtub. You follow him, curious as to what he’s doing and once you realize what he’s planning you let out a laugh.

“Darling I have an idea.” You enter the bathroom and hug him by his waist, resting your chin on his chest. “Why don’t you go put on your robe and let me prep everything?”

He looks down at you and caresses your hair as a smile grows on his lips. “Whatever you say, my queen.”

Placing a kiss on your forehead, he leaves to change his clothes and you continue prepping the bath. You wait until the tub is filled and then pull out the bath bomb from the bag, placing it on the side. You continue pulling out the face masks and you place them on the small table next to the tub before changing into your own robe.

Five minutes later Loki is back on his black robe and with his hair pulled up in a bun. He tells you he’s ready as you finish pulling your hair out of your face and both of you step into the tub. Once you’re settled, you hear him sigh as he closes his eyes, giving in to the relaxation.

“Loki?” You call him gently.

He scrunches up his face and hums. “What is it, love?”

Picking up the bath bomb you hand it to him. He opens his eyes when he doesn’t hear you answering his question and a wide smile forms on his lips at the sight in front of him. Grabbing it from your hand, he holds it carefully before letting it go from his grasp.

You watch as his eyes widen in excitement making your heart melt, he looks like a kid with a new toy and you can't remember the last time you saw him this innocent and happy looking. Once the bath bomb dissolves you lift your hand above the water and reach for the masks, giving him one as you keep the other.

“Here.” He grabs it and opens it.

Looking back at you, he pouts and gives you puppy eyes. “Would you help me with it?”

You smile as you roll your eyes. “Come here.”

He moves until he’s sitting right in front of you and you start placing the mask on his cheeks. He stares at you, smiling at how concentrated you look. When you rub the mask on his chin he gives a quick kiss to your finger something he regrets when, a second later, he tastes the mask on his tongue. Your laugh catches his attention again and he sticks his tongue out at you.

Closing the lid of the container, you pick up your own mask and start applying it on your face. That is until you hear Loki’s loud scream.

“No!” Looking at you with horrified eyes, he snatches the mask from your hands and stares at you with wide eyes. “It's my turn to help you, darling!”

Dumbfounded at what just happened, you softly nod your head not knowing what else to do or say. He notices your hesitancy because a second later he’s sighing and reaching out for your hand.

“I didn’t mean to snap. All I want to do is help you. Will you forgive me?” His tone is full of regret and a slight trace of sadness. He's afraid that he might have scared you.

Squeezing his hand, you smile at him reassuringly. “I forgive you, Loki. And I’d love for you to help me.”

Smiling, he kisses your cheek quickly and them proceeds to rub the mask on your face. He traces his fingers gently over your skin, being careful of not hurting you. Once he’s done, he puts the masks away and then switches places with you so now he’s hugging you and your back presses against his chest.

“Are you comfortable, love?” He whispers on your ear after kissing your cheek.

Instead of answering him, you press yourself against him a bit more and rest your head on his chest. Grabbing his hands, you pull them until you’re caged in his arms and you place a kiss on his forearm. He chuckles at you and kisses you again, this time on the crown of your hair and hums. But as you’re about to fall asleep the sudden grumbling of your stomach breaks the silence.

“Shit.”

You groan when you feel Loki’s chest vibrating against you as he laughs and you laugh with him. It’s not until a minute passes by and he’s still laughing that you jab him on the ribs and he immediately stops. Crooning your neck upwards to look at him, you send him a death glare and his eyes widen.

“Fuck– sorry, love. I’ll get you something to eat right away.” He smiles although you can see the faint terror in his eyes.

He knows he shouldn’t mess with you when you’re hungry so he goes straight to work.

Loki conjures a wooden tray with two glasses of red wine and a plate with baguettes. You quickly grab one of them and moan as you take the first bite. They taste so good! Taking a sip of the wine, you moan again as you feel the wine’s sweetness contrast deliciously against the saltiness of the food.

“Loki this is delicious!” you tell him with your mouth full and he grins, happy to see you enjoying it.

You finish your food and rest your head again against his chest, this time you’re lying sideways so you can hug him by his waist. Loki starts caressing your hair, seeing your eyes fluttering as sleep starts to take over you.

Mumbling in your sleep, you thank him. “T’was so good,” You kiss his chest and hug him tighter, squeezing your cheek against him. “I love you, my prince.”

Smiling fondly at you, he keeps playing with your hair.

“And I love you, my princess. Sleep well.”

With a last kiss on your head he lets himself rest against the tub and, with you in his arms, closes his eyes falling into a deep slumber.

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Dandelion

BTS

Park Jimin/Reader [F]

Genre: College AU, Enemies->Friends->Lovers, Fluff

Warning(s?): Mentions of Drinking/Smoking, Jimin’s Tattoo

Words: 9.7k

Summary: Park Jimin was a hot topic name floating around campus on the daily.  Always seen with a girl at his hip with a different girl on his thigh just a few days later.  Rumor has it he’s never had a fling with one girl lasting longer than a week.  With your gossip-addicted best friend and his friendship with Jimin, Jimin comes to learn about you.  A week isn’t so hard sticking around one girl, the hardest part is when day 7 stars approaching. So, he decides he wants to make a wish instead. Wishing on a dandelion has to work. 

a/n: this is sloppy bc I did it all in one sitting and I apologize

“I heard Jimin broke up with his girlfriend!”  The first thing you were greeted with at lunchtime and it was your overly excited, sparkly-eyed best friend.  He was always the one to get any and all gossip he could just because he wanted to be part of the circle of gaudy gossip.  You could care less about half the bull that comes out of his mouth.

“And why would I care?  What, is it his longest lasting relationship or something.  Wow, 5 days with the same chick, whoop-dee-doo.”  You slid into a cafeteria, blue chair unloading the tray filled with two wrapped chicken sandwiches and a styrofoam bowl of strawberries.  

“Oh come on, you can’t deny that it’s odd.  There’s talk about him actually liking this one, maybe he’ll go back in for a double dip.”  

You gagged.  “Eugh, can’t you go and tatter off to your other friends?  I don’t wanna hear anything about Jimin’s sex life, Jackson.”

Jackson slumped over in the seat next to you as he sighed dramatically into the air. He would always act like you just kicked over a tower of legos he spent 4 hours building whenever you would blatantly refuse to care about his gossip. It was no surprise that Jackson knew all the haps of anything ever.  He was a people person, who knew everyone ever it seemed.

If you called some random number over in LA, you had no doubt if you mentioned Jackson, they would answer back ��oh, yeah I know him!’.  He’s been everywhere and you were always curious as to why.  He wasn’t a homebody by any stretch.  

“I can’t talk to other people about his hips girl, all because they’ve all been with him before.  You- albeit- haven’t! So, I can talk to you about him with a clean slate honey.”

“That reasoning and your stupid use of pet names have no correlation of why I need to hear it and I’ve also revoked your drunk stay over privilege until next Monday.”

Jackson gapped at you.

“Your couch is my drunk home! Don’t evict me you, she-devil!” He whapped at your shoulder and swapped right back to the topic at hand.  “Besides, I’m his friend, why aren’t you?”

“Do you really have to ask?  He doesn’t know I exist for one and I’d like to keep it that way.  All he’s gonna do is try and wedge his half-dollar-coin-sized dick between my legs.”

“Sometimes, you really do need to get laid.”

“If you don't think I won’t knee him in the balls if he comes even within a 4-foot radius of me, you’re wrong.”

Sensing the conversation die, Jackson finally moved onto a different topic altogether.  Even if the topic shifted from Jimin, the conversation he yapped your off about how unsanitary the school campuses bathroom is, was still far from welcome.

Munching on your food, and nearly finished Jackson stopped his yammering when someone clapped his shoulder.  Looking over his shoulder, he busted out into laughter at the irony as you could see their figure in the corner of your eyes.  Only offering a small and short eyeroll.

Park Jimin stood behind Jackson, his hand on his hip with a pair of shades and a beanie on his blonde head. His leather jacket covered his yellow flannel that hid his white tee with his jeans that were ripped at the thigh.  His biker boots were worn and frankly needed some care to them.

You remain unbothered and silent as the two began to speak to another.

“I was told to pass along the message,” Jimin said as he held out a small scrap of folded paper.  Taking it with a pluck, Jackson flipped it open and scanned the words written along it.  

“Right on, right on. Whose place is this one at?”

“Jin’s setting us up.”  Jackson whistled with a smirk.

“Of course.  Mr. Connections, always pulling through.”

Jimin nodded, Seokjin always had connections.  Be it with a house to throw parties or what flower shop to go to when your little 3-year-old niece wants a bouquet of daisies for her birthday. He always had a go-to.  Perks of being a rich kid who knew any and everyone with the social skills to back you up.  You’ve even asked him once if he knew a place in town that sold old, used textbooks. He was cocky about it, but at least he gave you an answer and a promise to save some money.

“Friday at 8.  Don’t forget like last time and show up at 3 when everyone is already passed out or getting fucked in a room, yeah?” Jimin quipped with a smirk on his face.  Jackson only rolled his eyes as he swiveled around to you, shoving the paper in your face as you popped a strawberry in your mouth.

Reading the words in sloppy handwriting, it looked like a kindergartner wrote it.  It just showed a location, a time and date.  Probably all the for party that you assumed to two were fawning over.  You shifted your eyes to look over the paper into Jackson’s face.  A gleam in his eyes and a smile on his face.  Far too suspicious.

“Why am I looking at this?”

“You’ve gotta come with me!”  You rolled your eyes as slapped the top of his hand, making him retracted it and rub at the skin with a pout. “Rude,” he muttered.

“If you think I’d enjoy being in a loud, sweaty, drunken club with all your frat friends looking for a night less than 20$ and 5 shots, you really need to revoke your friendship with me. I’d rather stare directly into a high voltage flashlight for 2 hours and go blind, thanks.”

You popped another strawberry into your mouth as Jackson laid his head down on the table and looked at you.  Lips pouted and eyelashes fluttering like a damsel in distress.  

“Please?”

“Not happening.”

“Please?”

“No.”

“Please?”

“Jackson!”

“Okay okay,” he reasoned before he sat up and snapped his fingers.  A stupid plan forming in his head, you could feel it. “How about it’ll be a favor for me?  I’ll owe you one!” You sighed as you rubbed your forehead.  He was such a headache.  “Please, I won’t ask anything more for the rest of the month plus I’ll even owe you a favor.  Any favor, you know I'm down for anything.”

“So long as it doesn’t end up with you sitting in a holding cell?” You quipped with a smile as you remember back in high school he was running around town, causing all sorts of trouble with beer on his brain instead of logic.

“That was a long time ago! Let it die!” He whined.

As the two of you bickered, the both of you had failed to register Jimin still stood at the table.  Jimin knew a lot of the student body, even if the campus and college were diverse and huge.  Though, he hadn’t seen you before.  Arguing with Jackson about not wanting to come to a world-class frat party was amusing enough.  The fact that you seemed to know Jackson already, only made it better.  You probably had so much dirt on him it was laughable.

You seemed stubborn, probably annoyingly so.  He moved to rest his rear on the table top, lounging with one leg propped up as he watched you two.  He wasn’t needed here, he wasn’t required to stay and listen in on a conversation that had literally nothing to do with him.

Yet, he was intrigued all the same.  Then, you noticed him.

You peeked around Jackson as you threw the last strawberry from your bowl into your mouth, the red from the fruit staining your lips in a way he wanted to forget, but somehow knew he wouldn’t.  

“Can we help you?” You asked in a spiteful manner.  He lifted his hands in defense.

“Oh no, carry on.  This is fun,” he replied as you rolled your eyes.  “Besides,” he started again, “it’s just a party.  There’s nothing wrong with that.”  

“Some of us have other things to do believe it or not.  Maybe I’m not into alcohol, or maybe I’m just not a party person.  Ever think of that genius?”

He hissed in a playful manner, dramatically clutching his chest.  

“That stings.  And to think I was inviting you.”

“No, Jackson was inviting me.”

“But, I invited him.  So through correlation, I am the mastermind.”

“Oh my god,” you sighed as Jackson bit his lip in amusement. He knew Jimin had no idea who you were, yet he was chatting you up like you’ve been talking for a week.  “I don’t really want to take an invite from some rando guy who hops from girl to girl like frogs from lily pads.  Please shut up.”  

Before anything else, you looked at the watch face on your wrist and pushed out your chair.  Loading the tray with your trash and empty strawberry-stained bowl, you slung your bag over your shoulder. Jackson stood up as well, taking the tray from you as you huffed.  

“I’ll take your trash,” he kindly said.  It was suspicious once again, but you’d allow it.  “You’re going to work on your camera right?  Didn’t you get a new one?” You nodded.

“I did.  I was going to go back to the dorms and fiddle with it.  I don’t have another lecture until 4, so I can afford some practice photos.” He nodded.

“Make sure to take a photo of a dandelion and show it to me first!”

“What if I wanted to show my roommate?”

“You know she won’t be there.  She’s always out late.”

“You’re right,” you added with a playful smirk.  She worked late and after that, she always had something to do. It was a good night when she came sauntering into the dorm at 2 AM.  

“Go on, shoo you, little photographer, you.” You shook your head with a chuckle and began to walk off.  Swerving around chairs and people, you plugged your headphones into your phone and placed your sound muffling cuffs over your head and toned out the world.  Leaving the cafeteria, the school and then to the campus grounds.  

Jackson as he said, dealt with your trash as Jimin hopped up from his seat on the table top and meandered his way back through the cafeteria to his mob of friends.  All talking about one thing or another.  

All Jimin could think about as he drummed his fingers on his arms was how to convince you to come to the party on Friday. He had something he wanted to know about and, quite frankly, he felt like you inadvertently challenged him.  So, of course, he had to prove a point now.  

Having someone banging on your door Friday evening at 6 PM was something you surely didn’t want to deal with. Already cozy with one of your old hoodies and a pair of shorts with your hair a damp mess from your shower earlier on, you were lounging on your couch flipping through TV channels utterly bored.

Jackson had spammed you with text after text trying to convince you to come to the party.  He tried every bribe in the book, but you just would not yield.  You only assumed that Jackson was the one pounding down your dorm door, but when it didn’t stop and your phone never chimed with a text to let him in, you grew curious.  

Growing tired of the constant bangs that didn’t seem to stop anytime soon, you rolled off the couch and stomped to the door, swinging it open without even peeking through the peephole who is inside.  Ready to be met with your best friend's face, yet not so.

“What the hell?” You whispered to yourself.  There, in front of you and your dorm room who just shoved his way past your shoulder to saunter inside was Park Jimin himself. “Um, excuse me?”

He, with his hands shoved into the pockets of his mint green windbreaker, turned to you with his tousled blonde hair and dark eyes.  “Yes?”

“Get the hell out?” You questioned as you motioned to the door.  He untucked his hands as he cupped his chin and puckered his mouth and crinkled his chin in a false thought motion.  He was already trying your patience.

“I think I’m good. Thanks for the offer though!” You groaned as you begrudgingly shut your door, glad for once that your roommate never comes back until way later than 6PM.  When you waltzed back into your living room, Jimin had made himself comfortable on your couch with your TV remote like he lived here.  You were offended, obviously so.

You stood in the doorway of the room as Jimin waved you over as you took skeptic steps towards him and sat on the far end of the couch.  Clear away from his grabby fingers that probably need a sanitize or two.

“I don’t bite you know,” he chuckled as he dug his phone from his pocket.  He opened his messages and you watched his thumbs drum away on the screen.  Messaging, hitting send, opening a new conversation and repeat.  How many friends did he have?  “We’ll leave in an hour.”  He said without batting an eye.

“Excuse me?”

“Jin’s party? We’re going.” Who did this man think he is?!

“Says who?!  I’m not going, I’m pretty sure I made that obvious before. You were eavesdropping so you know this mind you.”

“I wasn’t eavesdropping, I was just listening.  It’s not like I was hiding behind a wall and listening in while you and Jackson bitch back and forth.  Which is funny, by the by.” He dropped his phone into his lap as he hiked his arm up on the back of the couch, looking at you, your knees pulled to your chest with your feet on the couch cushion.  “You’re actually quite cute.”

You quickly jumped up and sat perched on the arm of your couch, pointing a finger at him as you opened your mouth and furrowed your brows.

“Ah-ha! I knew it!”

“Knew what?”

“You’re just a sleazy, shady, horny college frat boy who is just following me around because you don’t know me!” Jimin offered an annoyed eye roll, his eyes sticking up to his eyelids before he looked back down with a snarky grin. “I’ve heard your resume from Jackson, and I know better than to throw myself at you.”

“Oh, so you know about me?  Well, that’s unfair as I know nothing about you.”

“In fact, come any closer and I’ll punch you in your stupid face.”  Jimin just shook his head as he huffed out through his slightly parted lips.  He watched as you sat perched on the arm of your couch like some sort of bird of prey, practically hissing at him. You had obviously heard all the rumors from Jackson, most of which are probably true.  Most.  Not all of them are true though, however, he won't deny that he couldn't count the numbers of girls he's 'dated' on his fingers and toes combined.

"You know, I'm not all that bad.  I'm not gonna just get you drunk and pull some cheap trick on you like some jock would." He slid his phone into his windbreaker pocket.  "How about we compromise."

"Sounds sketchy," you reply without missing a beat.

"Now, now, hear me out.  I can tell you don't like me much," you interrupted him with a sarcastic 'oh really' before he continued talking over you, "but I'm not so much as a horn dog as I am something willing to give someone something they want.  I'm not into sex if it's not consensual, so don't worry about me making any moves on you."  He spoke like he was being truthful, but you still weren't a hundred percent certain you could take his words at face value.  He sighed, "look, if you go with me, we don't have to stay the whole time," he tacked on.

"We? Makes it sound like you're expected me to tail you all night."

"Not exactly, I will be hanging around you though.  Jackson said parties aren't your scene, and I absolutely know that if you had the option, you'd be a wallflower all night." You squinted at him as you held your pinkie towards him.  He looked at it with ticked brows then back to you.  "And this is?"

"A pinkie finger," you answered.

"No shit genius, why are you sticking it in my face?"

"Oh please, it's like you don't know what a pinky promise is."  You rolled your eyes.  "I'll go to the stupid party if, and only if, you stick to your word and not abandon me to flounder on my own because I'm actually a big wimp and I will cry and I will cause a scene otherwise."

Jimin busted out laughing as he linked his pinky in yours.  Extending your thumb, you pressed it against the pad of his own and 'locked' in the promise.  Now he absolutely wasn't allowed to go back on his word.  Or else you'd probably throw a knife set at him.

Jimin shooed you off as you walked to your room, swaying and moaning the entire way before you shut it behind you.  So much for a boring, cozy night in.  For once, maybe you'd see your roommate if you weren't out all night.  You sighed as you sadly stripped out of your hoodie and shorts replacing them with skinny jeans with holey knees and a white shirt.  Fixing your messy hair and tying it back with a stretched out hair tie, you slipped on your worn out flats and grabbed your phone from the nightstand.

It was nothing glamorous, and you expected other girls to probably be dressed more... openly to put it nicely.  Though, you were only going because you were peer pressured into it, not to get laid and definitely not to get hit on.  If anyone even came close to you with a stupid, drunk pick up line, you're most likely to panic and flee the scene like you committed murder.

You sighed as you looked into your mirror.

"Why am I a pushover to some jerk who hardly knows me?"  Then, you gasped as you stomped your foot, finally registering that Jackson had blabbed to JImin about you. "That snake!!  I'm taking away his drunk couch privileges indefinitely!" All while Jimin sat on the couch in the living room, laughing to himself as you screamed at nothing and shot Jackson a text that you were coming with him to the party.

To say Jackson's reply back was overbearing was an understatement.  He acts like an idiot towards you, but the 'Don't you dare try anything with her, I swear to god,' text he received told him that the relationship you two have is more than just back and forth banter.

When Jimin's ears perked up at the sound of your door down the hall unlatching, he picked himself up off the couch and watched as you came back into the living room changed and much more party ready.  He let out a loud whistle as you adjusted your shirt, tucking it in and letting the boy see just the smallest sliver of your stomach and if he was being honest, it was more attractive than he thought it would be.

You were teasing him and you weren't even aware of it.  That was the most painful thing about you so far.  He cupped his chin as he looked at you.  Peeking up as you fumbled with getting your shirt just right, you caught him inspecting.

"What?" You bit.

"Something just seems, off?  Something is missing from this look."  He hummed as he walked around you.  The shirt was fine, the jeans were aesthetically pleasing and the small choker you hooked around your neck was a touch of college that worked wonderfully with the outfit in question.  He came back to your front as he scrunched his eyes and then shot them open with a snap and a small ah-ha moment. "I know! You need a jacket!"

"Why?"

"Because it's a staple in fashion to have a jacket with a look so simple.  Your shirt and jeans combo with a flare of the choker is appealing, but a jacket always seals the deal!  Or, if it's too hot than settle for a cardigan."

"What are you, a fashion guru?"

"No, but I do take a high deal of pride in my fashion sense."  You rolled your eyes as you crossed your arms.  Why white?  It was almost too transparent, your stupid yellow star printed bra was just barely visible in the bright lights of the living room.  Surely it'd be fine at the party, it'll be dark in the house, save for the random rave lights that Jin is bound to have.  He goes all out when it's his party.

"And I assume you'll want this jacket to be black?" He nodded, it would be just wrong to have a white jacket over a white shirt.  It would clash too much.  "Too bad, I don't have one.  I have a grey one?" He shook his head.

"Nope.  Monochromatic is good, but not with this look.  Black is the only option.  Ah, you know what, I have something at my house I could lend you.  It'd so perfect with you!"  He smiled as he grabbed your wrist.  "Come on, I live 10 minutes off campus.  We've no time to waste!"  He whined as he dragged you through the dorm and eventually out the door.

Soon, within the next hour, you found yourself climbing off of his motorcycle- that nearly frightened you to death with him as the driver- in his leather jacket outside a house too big to be real and almost envy-inducing.

The house was two stories and looked like a widened stock photo with how wide it was.  All the window shades were open and lights of blues, reds, purples flickered in uneven patterns through them.  The music was just bass boosted enough you could feel it in your feet when Jimin marched you both up the patio and through the door.  It was like walking into a speaker the way your body met with all the heat, lights and loud music.

You couldn't hear yourself think as you weaved through people, behind their backs and gasping when you nearly ran into a couple more than ready to take their lip lock elsewhere.  You shrunk in on yourself as you stumbled around before Jimin took your wrist again.

"Come on," he leaned closer to you and spoke loud enough you could hear him.  Letting him drag you off somewhere, he quite rudely pushed people away and maneuvered through the crowds of drunk college kids. He was definitely used to this- the way he moved through the masses was a clear indication of that.

Soon he had pulled you into the kitchen where it was much less crowded than you figured it would be.  You would think since all the liquid was stored here, it would be a madhouse, but only a few bodies stood around sipping from the typical red cup with rosey, drunken cheeks.  The music had dulled back in the kitchen, so a conversation wasn't totally out of the question.  You placed your hand on your chest and sighed at the room to actually breathe.

Jimin, beside you, chuckled as he rubbed your back between your shoulder blades.

"you really aren't cut out for tight spaces, doll."  You glared at him.

"Oh, so you just now realize that you moron?" He only chuckled as he whipped out his phone and sent a text to someone.  Just one text, as opposed to an hours earlier when he was texting anyone and everyone nonstop in sequence.

No soon was Jackson waltzing into the kitchen.  JImin watched as you seemed to lighten up at the face of someone so familiar to you.  Jackson sauntered out with a smile, nearly jogging at he bumped into your side with his own.  Wearing a snapback and some jersey with a pair of old, acid washed jeans, he looked like a jock ripped straight out of some gross teen-movie.

His breath stunk of booze, but he was still partially sober.  He could hold his alcohol better than you thought he could, to be honest. You pushed away his cheek that was far too close to your face to get the radiant smell of beer away from your nose.

"you're gross and smell, get away from me you sweaty-"

"Do not insult me when I know for a fact you're so ready to shit bricks."

You gaped at him as you smacked the back of his head, making him whine and wince as he rubbed it.  Sure you were nervous being here, but you weren't that nervous.  You crossed your arms as you pouted, Jimin once again finding a sense of adorableness between you and Jackson's interactions.

"I hate you," you muttered as Jackson feigned hurt.  He dropped his act as he playfully slapped your ass, making you squeak before he turned to Jimin.

"How'd you get Straight-Lace-Y/n out of her room on a Friday my man?  I gotta know, for future reference of course."

"You would never believe how easy she is to persuade if you say the right things."  Jackson gasped.

"You didn't make some sketchy deal did you?!"  You squawked as Jackson quickly pulled you against his chest, nearly knocking you over in his haste as he practically hissed as Jimin.  "Don't be touching my little Y/n! She's way too young!"  You whined.

"I'm only a few years younger than you!"  Jimin didn't know how old you were exactly, but if you were younger than Jackson, you were around his age then?  Jimin just shook his head as he slipped his thumbs through the front belt loops of his pants, leaning back just enough for it to almost be attractive.  Almost.

"I won't disclose our agreement with someone who didn't witness it.  Clients secrecy."

"Stop!" You grumbled.  "That makes it seem so bad!"  Jimin laughed as the three of you soon took to sticking in your little group and chatting.  Jimin had finally got you to loosen up enough to at least have one cup of something to drink.  Beer wasn't typically your thing, but after not being impressed with the rest of the liquor lineup, it wasn't so bad in comparison.

Eventually, you seemed to even start enjoying yourself.  Playfully quipping at anything Jackson or Jimin had to say and even smiling or laughing at some dumbass joke that came out of one of their mouths. Jimin laid off the alcohol for the most part, as he was your ride home and he may be wild, but drunk driving is definitely not his main game.

Soon, Jackson abandoned ship and Jimin had begun to wander around and meet of people he knew, all while you remain attached at his side with his hand over yours.  True to his word, he never once left you on your own the whole night and when Jimin finally suggested you go back to your dorm it was well past midnight.  You didn't want to stay out this late, but you weren't particularly fussed about it either.

Weaving back around passed out drunks, far too attached couples and still dancing troopers, Jimin and you ended up back outside and across the lawn to his motorcycle where it had sat parked all night.

As he placed his helmet on his head and climbed on, you followed he flipped up his visor to look at you.

"It wasn't so bad, now was it?" His muffled voice asked.  You rolled your eyes, hating to admit that anything Park Jimin did for you was actually enjoyable unlike you previously thought.

"It wasn't awful, but don't expect this to happen a second time, Park." After dropping you off and making sure you got into your room safe and sound at ten after 1AM, he drove back home.  He lived in an apartment off campus, well off enough to afford it before he needed to get back into the part-time job department of life.

Stripping free of his party clothes and swapping them out for sweats and a thin, stretched out grey shirt, he flopped onto his bed.  Realizing two things. One, you still had his leather jacket and two, he hadn't stopped smiling since you wrapped your arms around his waist on the way back to your home.

You were rudely awoken the next morning at 10AM with your phone that blared for the 4th time beside your head.  Groaning, you grabbed the stupid piece of screaming plastic that continued to ring and finally looked at the screen.  Though it was sunny outside, your blackout curtains in your room made sure to keep that pesky sunlight out, so the screen brightness did little to no good on your retinas.  

Unknown Calling…

You squinted at your screen.  Who was calling you? Sighing, as soon as the call dropped for the 4th time, you noticed that the same number had been the same one to call previously.  Rolling lazily onto your chest, your blankets tangling around your legs as your you felt your hair tangled around your neck and around your ears.  You stared at the black screen of your phone, as you were testing a hypothesis. True to your suspicious, the screen lit up as your ringtone blasted for the 5th time.  

Answering it seemed to be your only option at this point.  Five back to back calls was way too excessive to be some random coincidence. Swiping to answer it, you pushed your hair out of the way and placed your phone by your ear.

“Hello?” You answered the best you could with sleep still thick in your voice.  

“Your sleep schedule is awful.  It’s been like, what? Nine hours and your ass in still in bed?” You groaned as you flopped onto your back.

“How did you get my number, Jimin?”

“Take a wild guess?” He teased.  Obviously, it was Jackson.  You muttered a ‘snake’ under your breath as Jimin chuckled into the line.  “Get up, we’re going out.”  You blinked at your dark ceiling.  

“And if I said no?”

“Then I’ll come bang on your dorm door again. I’m already sitting outside the campus dorms.  It’s not too long of a trip up the stairs Y/n.”  You groaned again knowing full well that Jimin absolutely meant it.  “No?”

“Fine, give me like 15 minutes.”

“15?!”

“Don’t push me,” you cut as you hung up on him. Tossing your phone aside,  you crawled out of bed with a whine as you wobbled around your room, trying to wake up enough to wash your face before getting dressed.  

Jimin stood at the curb of the dormitory, leaning against a light pole.  He watched as you cut the call off and your number faded from his phone screen.  Shaking his head, he pocketed his phone as he took a breath out.  Part of him was wondering what he was doing?

He could’ve made other plans today, but he didn’t.  Rather, he didn’t want to.  He fell asleep with you on the brain and woke up the same exact way.  After texting Jackson all morning, trying to pry information out of him and successfully doing so with the promise of a week’s worth of lunch on him, he finally got your number out of him too.  So, the calling began.  

He was rather shocked it only took 5 calls to wake you up.  He laughed to himself as he plucked his phone from his pocket and sent you a text before you came down.  

Jimin: Bring my jacket back, I miss it. :((

He laughed out loud when you shot back nothing but the middle finger emoji.  What a highschooler move.  It was chilly out today.  The clouds kept hiding the sun as they rolled under the light, only letting brief spots of warmth out at a time.  A small breeze was in the air as Spring had just begun with the promise of rain in the afternoon no doubt.  

His blue jeans and hot pink hoodie stood out, yes, but he was proud of that fact. His hair free of a cap lifted with each small gust of wind.  It was exactly 17 minutes when he saw you walking out of the dormitory, a red flannel purse on your hip. His jacket on your shoulders with a black shirt with the picture of a cat on the breast pocket and a pair of blue shorts.  Your hair was down, without anything covering or added to it.  

Part of him didn’t want the jacket back now.

When you got to him, the first thing you did was greet him with a harsh stomp on his foot with your shoes.  He whined as his thin converses did nothing to guard his foot against your heel.

“What was that for?!”

“Calling me five times and then proceeding to force me out of my dorm on a Saturday!”  You argued as you huffed and crossed your arms. “As punishment for stealing my lazy day, I’m keeping your jacket until I return home.”  He grinned, he wasn’t totally against that.  

“Have it your way,” he was easy to give him.

“What did you want anyway?”  He stood back up and swayed to your side.

“A week.”

“Pardon?”

“A little birdie told me that you can’t believe I can go a week with one person.  So, I’d be honored if you took me up on the challenge to so spitefully requested of me.” You shivered in mock disgusted.  “Hey!”

“Calm down, Queenie,” you teased with a grin of your own.  “I actually meant that towards all your flings, but sure.  If you think you can handle a week of me arguing leaving my room, by all means, give it a whirl.” Jimin looked at you with questions in his eyes.  “What now?”

“You gave in waaay too easy, Y/n.”  

“Yeah, well if I declined, I have a suspicion you’d whine to Jackson, who in turn would whine to me and I’m not really up for any more of that than I have to deal with on the daily.” He smiled as he pushed playfully on your shoulder, making you smile again.

“Look at you! Already guessing and knowing my habits.  We’re basically best friends already!”

“Don’t let Jackson hear you.  That will also result in whining.”

“Duly noted.”

Soon, Jimin had started walking around in random locations towards the city.  Something about wanting to window shop and making you come along with him.  You watched when he pulled out a Zippo lighter with a small, nearly empty pack of cigarettes directly off campus.  You rose your brow when you asked him about it.  He was a smoker, but he was in the middle of trying to quit.  He had slowed down from a pack in two days to only a few smokes in that time.  He wanted to pace himself until he cut them off completely.  Ht told you once this pack was done, he would try not to buy any more.

You then started offering him solutions to cravings.  Candies or small habits were a good way to get the urge to smoke off the brain.  Or, if he absolutely found himself not able to quit, e-cigarettes surely weren’t so bad.  Expensive, but not an awful half solution. He took your suggestions to heart, not actually expecting you to take that topic and run with it.  

He had snuffed out the bud when you both got closer to the shopping strip of stores after stores with a cafe on nearly every corner.  It was always busy during the weekend, and Jimin had a feeling you didn’t get to shop often.  The way you seemed to light up and become more bouncy at the idea of maybe actually getting something for yourself today was proof of that.

You both went to store after store with enough coffee breaks to power an engine.  Eventually, Jimin had walked into some indie store, more than curious about the odd patterns he saw in the display window.  You trailed after him, winding through aisles and stopped when you saw a small charm necklace.

The necklace itself wasn’t the best and the chain was weak enough that if you pulled just a bit too hard or it snagged in anything it would surely break. But, it wasn’t that which intrigued you.  It was the pendant itself.

It was a small dandelion. It’s small, metal puffs pushing out in the circle as it if you blew just hard enough the puffs would scatter. Jimin stopped when he noticed you weren’t tailing him anymore, turning to see you bent over and looking at it.  He backtracked to stand at your side, hands in his pockets as he observed it with you.

“You like this?”

You nodded.  “I do.  Dandelions are my favorite flower.  I don’t really like when they bloom into the yellow ones, Jackson used to pluck those and smear it’s pollen all over my arms when we met.  I do like the wish ones those.”

“Wish ones?”

“Yeah, the ones you make a wish on.  If you find one like this,” you poked at the necklace, “and you make a wish, you have to blow as hard as you can.  If you manage to get all the seeds to blow off, then your wish is supposed to come true.” You chuckled at yourself.  “It’s all fairy tale sounding, but you can’t deny its got its romantic side.”

“Huh, who knew an everyday weed is so meaningful to other people.”  You stood up as you huffed.  

“I’ve seen moms get mad at their kids for pulling dandelions and giving them to them as gifts.  They’re not weeds, so just accept them!”  You pouted as Jimin laughed.  You spun on your heel as you trotted off, Jimin watching your back as you disappeared behind some racks of clothing. He rolled his eyes at your dramatic march off as he stood up and followed you, not before grabbing the necklace though. 5$ isn’t too much to spend.

After he secretly purchased the necklace, he placed the small pouch it was in promptly into your purse when the two of you were at yet another cafe while you were in the bathroom.  Apparently, this specific cafe stop was for you to pee, as you had decided that a whole soliloquy about how your bladder was about to burst was absolutely necessary.  It wasn’t. When you returned, all you did two was chat like old friends who knew each other since you were in diapers.

Jimin wasn’t nearly as awful as you thought, and part of you felt guilty for judging him so quickly.  Sure, his reputation was a bit black, but the boy himself was a sweetheart, and you made sure to offer him an apology and a chocolate chip muffin as compensation for your rotten attitude.

Day by day went on and as classes rolled on, Jimin would walk you to and from class, pick you up from your dorm and drop you off and even bring you lunchtime coffee just because you couldn’t say no to something he already paid for.

Eventually, the dawn of day 6 in the week broke and Jimin had called up Jackson.  Telling you that he had something planned to do and that he would see you tomorrow.  He had grown so used to hanging around you, a stab of pain hit him when you replied back to him with an ‘ok :(‘.  You were far too cute he reasoned as he put the back of his hand against his mouth as you added on a ‘you owe me, Park >:(‘ to your message.  

Jimin: I owe you? For what spoilt brat

You: For leaving me alone to drown in boredom.  How dare you??

Jimin: It was literally just last week you were biting my head off for dragging you out of your room. Now your complaining that I have something to do without you?  My my my, how they grow up so fast. Bless

You: Choke and die.  I’m going to take a nap

Jimin: It’s 8AM don’t sleep and mess up your schedule!

You: YOU CAN’T CONTROL ME PARK

Jimin: Y/N!

You: JIMIN!

Jimin: Stay. Awake.

You: …

You: Fine.  Guess I’ll play Overwatch by myself

Jimin: Ew, who plays Overwatch?

You: yOU-

H laughed when you stopped replying.  Whether or not you actually started playing or went back to sleep was a mystery to him as he walked out of his apartment to meet with Jackson.  Jimin wanted to ask him a few things before the end of the week came.  He also had a few woes to lay on your best friend's shoulders.

A game of basketball was what Jimin had planned for the day with Jackson.  Going to the public gym and meeting Jackson with sports gear and a basketball in hand, the man-to-man day would begin.  

Jimin, walking onto the courts with his sports shorts and tank top watched as Jackson lazily threw baskets in a jersey and sweats. Dribbling the ball, he passed it to the smaller man who met him on the court.  Jimin, dribbling it around and getting a feel for it watched as Jackson crossed his arm before he stretched.  

“Really, Jimin? Basketball?” Jimin rolled his eyes.  

“Listen, I have a friend who aces in basketball, so shut up.” It started with the boy just taking turns shooting before a small match of one on one began.  Squeaking shoes on the floor with heavy breaths filled the nearly empty Thursday noon-time gym.  Lay-ups were shot left and right, 3-pointers and of course, the ever dreaded airball followed by laughing at the lame excuse of a shot all came with the game.  Soon, the two men were sat on the far wall, sweat covered and drinking out of water bottles purchased from the vending machine outside the doors.

“Now that the exercise part of the day is done, what is it you wanted?” Jackson asked. Turning towards Jimin taking a drink of water as Jimin craned his head up at the dim lights that definitely were going to go out soon.

“I think I have a crush on Y/n,” Jimin yelped when Jackson spit out his water on Jimin’s lap.  “Thanks for the shower, jackass!” Jackson coughed as he wiped at his chin while Jimin shook his shorts and his arms disgusted.  

“I can totally help you confess!” Jimin looked at his friend. “I’ve got this whole scene I’ve been cooking up for her lucky future boyfriend since like freshman year.  I’d spent a lot of time on this, and you- my lucky man- are gonna be the one to do it!”

“You’re okay with it?” Jimin asked, his voice skyrocketing as he barely spoke in a whisper. Jackson only shrugged as he put his back against the wall again and took a more steady drink since his last attempt ended covering Jimin.

“Yeah, why not?  Sure, you were a sleazy a week ago-”

“Hey!”

“-But, it seems like you get along with Y/n. And she’s not just gonna snub you once the weekends because that’s what you said in the beginning.”

“She told you about that?” That was true, Jimin had only planned on staying with you a week, but now he wanted an extended date.  Permanently if he had the option.

“Of course she did dude.  Look, so long as she doesn’t call me up one day bawling because you did something to her, I have no reason to knock your lights out.”  Jimin shuttered.  He wasn’t unfamiliar with the strength Jackson possessed.  He didn’t fight often, normally pretty laid back and easy going, but he’s heard rumors.  All focus solely around you and how you were picked on freshman year of college.  He got suspended for 2 weeks, but you weren’t picked on anymore.

Jimin looked at his lap as he moved and stuck out his pinky.  He remembered the party night and how serious you were about a small pinky promise.  Then, that thought somehow shifted to how you seemed to take dandelions seriously.  Jimin sighed as he turned back to Jackson, sitting cross-legged and at the utmost attention.

“Alright, tell me what I’m gonna do about this.”  A grin broke out on Jackson’s face as he clapped Jimin on the shoulder.

“Buckle in, Park.  This is gonna be one romantic fuckin’ ride.”

It was Friday as you sat in the library, reading and rereading the same paragraph in your textbook.  It was like your brain wasn’t registering the words, no matter how many times to read them over and over again.  You’d get halfway through, realize you clocked out only to repeat the process. You sighed as you slammed your head into the books fold and someone slid into the seat next to you.  

They rubbed your neck as you whined at your lame attempt at actually studying.  Turning your head and blowing your hair out of your face just enough to see who sat next to you, you weren’t entirely shocked to see Jimin. In his comfortable college dressed glory and his leather jacket, you had finally returned to him. His arm propped on the table as his palm held his chin. He was smiling, probably laughing at your obvious lack of concentration.

“Howdy, bookworm.” You rolled your eyes at him as you planted your face back into the book that smelt far too old to be a 2018 edition of World History. He chuckled again at you. “You know, you can always ditch the books?”  

“I’m so close to almost not having a B in this class it’s laughable.  I’ve never gone below that!” You whined, quietly of course as the librarian was a soundhound when it came to any loud noise ever.  She’s search out the source of the sound like a dog and quickly take to eliminate it.  You’ve been kicked out more than once in your attempts to studying turned to whines.

Jimin rolled his eyes.  Ever the drama queen.  His hand moved from your neck to treading through your hair and massaging your scalp.

“Let me rephrase,” he stopped and started again. “How about you stop for the day, hang out with me and then maybe I’ll help you study later.”  You sat up briefly, his hand remaining on the back of your head as you looked at him like a puppy dog would when offered treats.

“Can we get snacks?” You pouted and Jimin smiled enough his eyes began to close.  Patting your head, he nodded.

“Yes, we can get snacks, you big baby.”  You smiled as you sprung up and slammed your book shut, wincing on how loud the action was before you shoved it in your bag.  Jimin stole your bag before you could pick it up yourself and you pouted when he refused to give it to you. “Let me be a gentleman, Y/n.”

“You? A gentleman? Like you? As in Park Jimin who smokes and drinks?”

“I’m trying to stop smoking, you know that.”  

You nodded, pointing a finger at him.  “Ah, yes, good point.  I revoke that accusation then.” He just pulled up on his lips as he grabbed your hand and dragged you out of the library, stopping by your locker to ditch your bag inside it and then dragged you to a small convenience store to stock up on the snacks of your choosing.

However, you felt a bit bad when Jimin snatched your wallet from you when you went to grab your card and handed the cashier his instead.  You stomped and whined, but he was adamant that the bill was his to foot. You guilt was short lived when he placed the plastic bag of snacks in your arms though so you could offer him one of your marshmallowy-goodness cereal bars.  His payment for footing the payment.

Jimin gladly accepted this.

He convinced you to come back to his home so he could get out his bike, as he had told you he wanted to take you somewhere.  Not sure where he was going, you were half sure he was gonna take you someone and murder you with how sappy he’s been all afternoon, but also half as sure that he wouldn’t.  With a laugh and a promise to not kill you from his mouth, you decided to trust him.

“If you do kill me though, I’m so haunting you so think wisely,” you warned as you climbed onto his bike, your bag of snacks in a holding compartment under the seat as you sat behind him and wrapped your arms around his waist.  

You always just held onto his shirt, to offer him as much space as you could as you literally clung to him not to fly off while he zooms down the road. Though, before he even kicked up the stand, he pulled your hands from his shirt and tucked you close to his back.  He made you clasp your hands together at his stomach, saying it was ‘safe’ though he’s never said that before.

Taking a breath to cool down your heated face, you could see his stupid smile in his eyes as he flicked down the visor on his helmet and kicked up the stand before revving away.  

He took you down some country roads before an hour passed and he stopped when he was at an open field with a small farmhouse not too far off in the distance.  The cattle were off in a group as you could see their small black and white bodies look like ants from how far they were from the two of you.

“Are you sure we can be here?” you questioned when Jimin took off his helmet and ran his hand through his hair.  You hated when he did that, how dare he do that multiple times over and not be aware of it or his attractiveness skyrocket when he does.  Damn frat boy.

“Yeah.  I got a friend of a friend’s permission to be here.  It’s all cool.  We’re not trespassing so come on.” You swung your leg back over the motorcycle before Jimin linked his arm with yours and began to walk off, setting his helmet on his bike seat and not forgetting to grab your snacks either.  

The two of you just walked around.  Treading through the grass and making sure not to step on any flowers of innocent bees doing their hard work of collecting pollen.  Though, Jimin did wave and scare off a wasp once or twice. Which was dumb because that only resulted in the bug buzzing angrily after the two of you before it gave up.

Eventually, you both came to a grove of trees.  They were tall and proud.  You had no doubt they had taken years upon years to grow up to this level of brilliance.  It was just the right time in spring in flowers flew from the treetops and the green returned to the leaves. The wind that knocked the flower petals around was like a cinematic effect.  

Jimin was quick to plonk himself down at the base of one of the trees, sitting cross-legged while unloading your snacks.  Bags of chips, plastic bins of cookies, small individual wraps of brownies and of course some soda to tied you two over while you feasted.  Definitely not healthy, but oh so worth it.

The two of you sat under the tree as ate while you talked more.  It was strange that Jimin and you never ran out of things to talk about.  Any quiet gap between the conversation was quickly filled because all you two were doing was chalking up more conversations to have.  It was comfortable and the air around it made it seem like Jimin enjoyed it more than you did.

“Oh! I forgot, Jackson told me that you have a tattoo!” Jimin ticked his brow up at two things.  Yes, he did, but how did Jackson know that?  Then he remembered just who Jackson Wang was: Gossip Farm Member No.1. “How dare keep secrets in this relationship.  I demand a refund of time and lies.” Jimin shoved at your shoulder as he shrugged off his leather jacket, leaving him in a navy shirt.

“How about I show you and we can forget all about that refund?”

“If you whip your dick out and show me some weird cockring tattoo, please forget it.”  He laughed, nearly falling onto your lap as you braced his back. “I’m serious!” You cried in your own laughter.  He shook his head, putting the back of his hand against his face and looking at the sky through the tree’s leaves.  

“I cannot believe you sometimes.”  He swung his jacket around your shoulders.  “It’s on my rib cage, so hold my jacket for me.  I don’t want to get it all grassy.” You’d complain, but you did have a soft spot for this jacket. So, you slipped your arms through the sleeves and huffed in peace as the jacket warmed you up from Jimin’s body previous being in it.

Jimin slipped one of his arms back through the short sleeve of his shirt as it appeared under the bottom of it and pushed it up to reveal his torso.  The sharp, black ink of NEVERMIND engraved on his ribs. You awed at it.  It was something you wouldn’t expect to be on Jimin, yet the idea and the look of it suited him so well it was almost painful.

“Honestly, if you keep springing these attractive attributes on me I’m going to cry.” Jimin rolled his eyes as he- instead of putting it back on- removed his shirt altogether.  Showing you his back where a spade tattooed lay between his shoulders.  “Another one?!” He chuckled.

“You said not to spring it on you,” he slyly remarked as he watched your face heat up.  “What, too attractive?  Come to think, did you back-handedly compliment me a moment ago?”

“No. Shut your trap you stupid college frat.”

“You’re very good at sending compliments like insults.”

“Ugh, fine!  You’re attractive- is your ego gloated enough now?” He smirked as he took his shirt and threw it around your neck, dragging you closer to him. Your breath caught when he bumped his nose against your, scanning your face like a computer would a test sheet to make sure a No. 2 leaded pencil was used.

“It’s can be inflated a bit more, truth be told.” He watched your eyes switch between his own. “Remember what you told me about dandelions? How they make wishes come true?” You nodded. “Good,” he breathed before he kissed you.  He eased his shirt from around your neck when you didn’t fight or push him away.  He pushed down on you, pushing you further against the trunk of the tree as the sun made the shadows of the leaves dance.  

It was like the shimmering of the sea on your skin as he cracked open his eyes when he pulled away from you just long enough for you to grip the back of his head, entangling your fingers in his hair and pull him straight back.  He wasn’t complaining, smiling as the kiss became fervent.

He didn’t know how long he spent hunched over you in an intense lip lock, and frankly, he didn’t really care either.  Though, there is one thing from the Park Jimin a week ago that wasn’t snuffed out.  The playboy heartbreaker surely died, as you killed him within less than a week.  However, his tolerance and patience when it came to things that looked to become more heated than not, was still at an all-time low.  

He whined as he forced himself away from you, watching as your kiss-swollen lips breathed harsh air out in gasps and your face was as red as the blood rushing to them.  He chuckled as he kissed the tip of your nose and from previous knowledge of seeing it earlier, moved back from you and plucked a dandelion that sat behind him at the base of the tree trunk.

Jimin turned to you and held it in front of your face before he smiled and blew on it.  All the seeds scattering onto your face and into your hair as it left the stem bare. You blew out your lips, trying to make sure no seeds were unsightly inhaled at his assault.  

He laughed again.  “Wanna know what I wished for?”

You plucked seed after white seed out of your hair before you looked up at him as he tossed the stem over his shoulder. “You can’t tell.  That’s literally rule number 1 of wish making.  Telling someone the wish makes it void and it can’t come true!” You pouted.  “Though, I am curious.”

He smiled as he moved and pinched your side.  He kept pinching you until you got to your knees before he grabbed your waist and dragged you over to him.  You walking clumsily on your knees found yourself sat forcefully on Jimin’s thighs as he intertwined his fingers behind your back.

He pouted cutely at you as his blond hair was like that of the sun.

“I wished you would kiss me again.”

“You’re awfully cocky,” you replied with that same crimson on your face.

“I didn’t hear a no?”

“You didn’t, because you know damn well I’m not gonna say no!”

“It’s not nice to yell at your boyfriend who bought you snacks and only wants a kiss or two.”

“You’re actually the worst.”

“Kiss me!”

“Why should I?” You teased as he pushed his knees up, making you fall closer to his chest.  

“The dandelion said so,” so he laughed and kissed you again for certainly not the last time.

-END-

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congrats in hitting your recent milestone! as for my request how about... "a whisper of love" with jungkook. thanks so much!

pairing: jeon jungkook | readergenre: soulmate au / fluffy fluff bc my brain did a thingword count: 1,652author’s note: i just want to tell you the deepest thank you’s, love! this is much later than anticipated, but i hope this piece was worth something!

I love you comes in many forms.

Some are bold. (“I love you.”) Some are uncertain. (“I… I think I love you.”) Some are quiet, almost unnoticeable to the naked eye. But they’re there. They’re wordless and powerful. They’re the kinds of I love you’s that count when the circumstances permit, and you feel it without question. In your case, you hear it without second thought. And it is always in his voice.

You’re certain you have met him before, felt his presence linger across your skin where your palm is flat and open on a picnic table getting kissed by the sun’s rays, and a light breeze caresses your cheeks. You know him. Yet, you don’t.

Not yet, at least.

/

I can’t sleep, you tell him.

Me neither, he replies. I want to see you.

You laugh, you have seen me.

You can imagine him shaking his head, maybe a pout forming on his lips you’ve etched so perfectly into your mind.

Pictures don’t count. I want to “see” see you…

I know, you sigh aloud. Me too.

Soon, he promises. I’ll get enough money to see you.

Yeah, one day.

/

It’s been like this for over a year now.

You can hear his voice, see his face, even talk to him on the phone or through video chat. It’s simple. It’s easy. But you’ve never seen him face to face, felt his caress on your cheek, or even went out on a proper date. When his mother says you’re miles away, that much is true, by approximately five thousand miles. He lives a literal ocean away, and yet something as simple as an airplane ride to go see you or vice versa feels virtually impossible in a world where money still plays as a huge deterrent for soulmates trying to meet one another for the very first fucking time.

You hate it. You hate wishing he was here. You hate that the barrier isn’t just distance, sometimes it’s even language. You hate that he feels like he needs to learn an entirely new language just for you. Even when he says he doesn’t mind, that working day and night while going to school just to see you is worth every paycheck, you can’t help but hate that the universe has let you find one another at the worst of times.

Just like him, you’re amidst school, burrowed beneath a thesis for a masters while still trying to stay afloat. Student loans are no joke. Neither are airline tickets. Not to mention rent and the cost-of-living itself. You envy everyone else who gets to see him, to hear him with their own ears, and to feel him through embraces without a second thought. They’re privy to these things, while you are, unfortunately, not. And you don’t know why the universe chose you for him and him for you. You don’t know why the universe decided that hearing his voice would be a match made from the heavens, literally forged there, would perfect for you, complete you like you’ve learned. You just don’t understand.

What’s wrong? He asks you this suddenly, alarmed by the sudden influx of thoughts that must be bombarding him at the back of his mind among his own artillery. But these ones are in your voice, signalling a silent call for help that you find hard to utter when you need it most.

You don’t speak, finding words harder to come by, because how is it possible to miss someone so badly without having ever met them in real life?

We’ll see each other soon, I promise. 

There’s no rush, you always tell him. This time is no different. You don’t like that he’s working so hard to see you, straining himself when he has to juggle midterms and finals like you are. You understand that this is a circumstance that you both must take your time with, because life is life. It doesn’t always play out the way you want it to.

But wouldn’t seeing each other on the twenty-second of June be a nice way to kick off summer? This is definitely a thought you’ve pondered and hoped for. You both officially started talking in summer, some time after coming to grips with the soulmate business in November, but it’s a dream… right? He doesn’t trail off like he usually does, and you don’t feel any hint of a lighthearted joke either.

You have to pause, immediately reaching for your phone to dial his number despite the 16-hour time difference. It’s 1:30 PM where you are, and 5:30 AM for him, while you’re simply ending your short day, he is beginning his longer one.

“You’re joking, right?” you ask as soon as the ringing stops. “You have to be joking. You had to help your mom with utility bills two weeks ago. Right?”  

“Good morning to you too,” he replies, punctuating the greeting with a chuckle. His voice is still rough from residual fatigue, but it brings a small, faint smile to your lips nonetheless. Your heart just hurts to think that you won’t hear that same voice face to face quite yet. You would playfully whine if only you weren’t feeling the faint traces of disappointment creeping up on you. If he is joking, then you think it would be best to get off the phone right now.

But he stops you.

“I’m not joking though. My mom actually paid me back, made my friends give me the money for the tickets, and well, I’m coming to see you on the 22nd of June for two weeks.”

“Two weeks,” you murmur under your breath. What he’s saying is still processing in your brain. The very reality becoming potent with every affirmation he supplements to you.

“Hang on, okay? I’ll be there in less than two months. Will you be able to take some time off work for that long? I know this is kind of last minute, but I really wanted to surprise you somehow because I—I know this has gotten rougher—”

“—i-it’s no problem. I can get the time off,” you reassure him with a smile you’re sure he’s trying to picture right now. “Thank you, Guk.”

“Of course, I lo—” He coughs before he can finish, and when you ask him if he’s alright, he replies, “I can’t wait until June.”

You laugh, agreeing and semi-knowing what he truly meant to say.

/

It’s June 22nd. At exactly 7 AM.

The small peak of canary is rising behind the floating white wisps of clouds, getting wider and bigger as minutes countdown to the half-hour mark. You don’t expect to see Jungkook for another hour, but he’s gone quiet on his end of your shared connection, probably asleep or even too groggy to say anything at all. A part of you has always wondered what would happen when you two would meet—for example, what would you two do when you first see each other, what would either of you say, and what the hell would happen to this connection of yours?

It suddenly strikes you that it might fade into existence now that you and Jungkook are finally meeting, and that makes you bittersweet for many reasons. Perhaps neither of you will ever be able to share those hidden moments again, the ones where you need him to calm you after a stressful day, where the thoughts and pressure of your current living situation are too much to bear, or the ones where he just needs to hear your reassurance that he’s doing the right thing in school or the telling him a joke when he’s been studying too hard. You suddenly remember the first time you both spoke to one another and opened up to this idea of sharing thoughts with another person. It felt so foreign and so alleviating to hear someone have struggles like yours, to know that you weren’t alone even when you knew you weren’t, it was just nice to have that reassurance without necessarily having to ask for it. And—!

“You think too much, you know that right?”

That voice brings you back to reality. The faint grogginess, the roughness etched within the amused question. You know his voice better than your own sometimes.

You look up to see him, to finally look into his warm, brown eyes, and feel the swell of happiness bloom within your chest.

When you say his name, he doesn’t say a word. He washes his gaze over you in your short and loose top form and stops right at your eyes. His suitcase and his dufflebag are left forgotten a couple of meters away as he steps forward and closes the small gap between you and him in the small waiting area. His arms wrap around you like he promised you once before, and they’re warm and secure around you. He smells like bergamot and fresh laundry, reminding you of a home you’ve been waiting for. You’re at one. You feel at peace.

“I didn’t get to tell you this on the phone because I wanted to say this right now,” he murmurs into your hair. You ask him what despite knowing, because you already felt it that night. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

(After that small exchange, you both decide to grab some brunch at one of the cafés in downtown, and you tell him if you had known he touched down already and got through check-in, you would’ve been waiting there by the gate.

He simply takes your hand in his in response.

“Seeing you and being able to do this is enough for me.”

You grin and breathe a laugh, “Well, at least do that for me when I come down in December, okay?”

“Okay… wait, what?”

“You’ll see in December.”

I can’t wait already, he tells you.

You laugh aloud and nod, Yeah. Me neither.)