#also YES that means hes kind of short circuiting everywhere. if not for the light it would probably kill him.

[minophus]

in my beautiful mind when gabriel goes fucking(for a lack of better word) beast mode. he kind of gets Taller. that is because his vertebrae in his spine are kind of Pulling Eachother Apart

[suguruverse]

OKAY I HAVE AN IDEA! can you do a scenario with tsukishima, yamaguchi, kageyama, and kuroo where their gf is wearing a tank top and you can like see her cleavage? like she grabs something and his face just accidentally goes right between her tits LMAOOOOO

✿ haikyuu boys when their gf’s tiddies accidentally get in their face

includes - tsukishima kei, yamaguchi tadashi, kageyama tobio

a/n - OMG THIS REMINDED ME OF THAT ONE OHSHC SCENE WITH HIKARU AND HARUHI SO I HAD TO WRITE THIS!! also my new character limit of hcs is 3 so you’re more than welcome to request again with kuroo!! thank you for understanding <33

↳ TSUKISHIMA KEI

- poor bby wants to act like it doesn’t phase him but he’s secretly so flustered

- you were lying on his chest, cuddling while watching a movie

- you noticed your boyfriend’s small snores from above you and got a little upset

- i mean y’all were only like 30 mins into the movie tf

- but you noticed how peaceful his face was

- and the small smile that appeared on his face when you gently brushed your fingers against his face made your heart wanna burst

- his glasses were slowly falling off of his face so you decided to be a good gf and take it off for him

- so that’s what you did, trying not to accidentally wake him up

- you folded up his glasses and moved slightly to try put them on the small table next to the couch and behind your bfs head

- but in order to do that, you would have to move over him

- i feel like tsukishima is a really light sleeper so when you started moving, he wasn’t really awake, just super super groggy

- so what he wasn’t expecting, was for your tits to be squashing his face, first thing when he wakes up

- i mean he wasn’t complaining (yes he was), but he was more confused than anything

- you almost winced in pain with how roughly your boyfriend pushed you off of him

- you were about to yell at him until you saw the huge blush on his face

“dammit y/n what are you doing, if you’re trying to seduce i don’t think this is the right way to do it”

“babe, what do you mean seduce you? i was trying to put your glasses away because you were falling asleep?”

“well did you have to do it while your tits were in my face?”

“wait i’m so confused, are you actually upset at me?”

“well no”

“so you liked it”

“pfft...no?”

- well just because he liked it, doesn’t mean he didn’t tease you about it for the next month

- he also apologised for pushing you 

↳ YAMAGUCHI TADASHI

- okay so what if you were a klutz, you’ve only broke like 3 vases?

- whatever, either way, your beautiful and kind boyfriend thought it was adorable

- anyways, you were at home, trying *emphasis on trying* to cook a nice meal for your boyfriend for dinner

- yamaguchi was currently at work and therefore is not there to help if anything *everything* goes wrong

- yamaguchi loves you more than anything, no matter how many plates or cups you end up breaking, he’s always there to leave a tender kiss on your forehead and reassure you that everything was going to be okay

- but unfortunately for you, today was just not your day

- while you were at the stove, cooking up some food. you failed to notice the overflowing sink behind you that was just spilling water everywhere like it was no ones business 

- it wasn’t until the water reached your feet that you realised the tap still running with water and soap filling up the sink

- in a panic, you tried to grab as many paper towels as you can and turned of the sink

- however it seemed like the world was turned against you when the ringing of the fire alarm, making your already huge mess into a bigger one

- you frantically turned off the stove and opened all the windows

- in that moment, yamaguchi had just entered your shared apartment, shock evident in his face and he saw water and suds running down the cabinets, you  basically climbing over the kitchen counters, trying to open the windows and smoke that quickly filled his nose

- in a daze. yamaguchi just looked at you in horror as you noticed his presence at the entrance of the kitchen 

- excited to see your boyfriend after 12 long hours, you ran up to him, seeking his comfort and warmth

- but what you failed to realise was the water still on the tiles, after you abandoned the spillage to opened the windows

- and yes, you fell

- and yes, it was into your boyfriends arms

- and no, he was not prepared for you to fall into his arms so yall fell to the ground together

- it took a little while for you to process the past 5 seconds and it wasn’t until you heard your boyfriends muffled yells did you realise that you tits were suffocating him

“mmhmm... MMMM.. tits...off...face”

- you quickly climbed off of him and sat beside him as he tried to catch his breathe

- a strap of your tank top had fallen off in the process of your falling face first into your boyfriend

- combined with the adorable guilty look you had on your face, yamaguchi couldn’t help but become a blushing mess, covering his face with his hands, acting as if you you couldn’t see him

“baby as much as i love your body, you suddenly doing that kind of thing so suddenly, and without telling me, is very much uncalled for”

- you knew your boyfriend was flustered, so what’s more fun than teasing him about it

“i’m sorry yams, it was an accident, did you not like it?”

“like what?”

“my tits in your face”

“Y/N YOU CAN’T JUST SAY IT OUT LOUD LIKE THAT”

“is that no?”

“i-...no”

“well well well, i didn’t know that my boyfriend was a perv”

“y/n, stop it, plus you need to clean up this mess, and i’m not helping you this time, i’m gonna go take a shower”

“can i joi-”

“no. clean”

- he was lying he totally help you clean after his shower

- he even made dinner for you both

- it was also decided that he will do all the cooking in the house

↳ KAGEYAMA TOBIO

- it was right after they lost against aoba johsai and you were just trying to comfort your dear boyfriend, kageyama

- you arrived at his house with a bag full of his favourite snacks, drinks and some meat buns

- you rang the doorbell, but there was no answer

- so you being you, just decided to come in the house

- the entire house was dark which made you wonder if your boyfriend was even home

- you entered his room to find him watching his game with aoba johsai on his phone, in bed 

“babe? babe? tobio? you there?”

- he continued to watch the game as you set down the bag of snack beside his bag

- you sat next to his figure, watching him as he silently critiqued his performance from the day before

- even after feeling your weight on the other side of his bed didn’t phase him

- you decided to get into bed with him, not wanting to bother him too much while he was focused

- you went on your phone for 30 minutes before you decided to take a little nap, facing your boyfriends back

- kageyama released a huge sigh as he finished the video of the match and turned around to the other side, to avoid stiff muscles

- but what he didn’t expect when he turned around, was to be squashed into your tits

- he stayed there for a solid minute, his brain short-circuiting

his brain:

“ what is this”

“am i dreaming”

“did i die”

“these kind of feel like boobs”

- and with that he immediately got up, stressing about the possibility of his face being in the tits of a girl that isn’t you

- but when he sees your resting face, he instantly relaxes but till has a slight blush on his cheeks

- he lays back down next to you, praying that he didn’t startle you until your voice called out to him

“did ya enjoy that tobio, you stayed there for a while?”

- it was almost cruel, the way you tease your swkward boyfriend

“w-what do you mean, i didn’t do anything”‘

“so you mean you weren’t the one who stayed between my tits for like 5 minutes?”

“I WAS JUST SURPRISED, THAT’S ALL, I DIDN’T MEAN TO”

“its okay tobio, i didn’t mind”

“o-oh. you didn’t? your not mad?”

“mhm, your reaction was worth it”

“HEY ITS NOT FUNNY, I WAS SCARED”

“of tits?”

“no i got scared because i thought it might have been some stranger that broke into my house trying to seduce me”

“tobio what?”

“ugh whatever, shut up, now come cuddle me”

“needy aren’t ya tobio”

“SHUT UP”

[jpegjade]

Physical Therapy - Ch. 1 (Spencer)

WELCOME TO PHYSICAL THERAPY!! in honor of this bish starting physical therapy in real life (and missing it bc i can’t drive and my mom and i’s schedules not being synched on google calendar all the time) i’ve decided to write a fic about it. it will be a little series with a goal (yes, an end game) and it’ll be cute. some of it is based on actual things that happen and some is literally just the story. ENJOY.

gender: neutral

tw: nothing that i can think of

genre: fluff | angst

Description: After getting shot in the leg, spencer goes through physical therapy before he can get back in the field completely. What happens when he starts to fall for his physical therapy assistant? 

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Two honks at 6am meant that it was time for Spencer to get going. Derek was downstairs, in the car, waiting on boy wonder to crutch his way out of the apartment complex. Derek wasn’t sure how to feel about this trip considering he missed his early morning run for this but he knew how nervous Spencer was for his evaluation today so he didn’t mind as much as he could have minded. 

Spencer was patiently waiting in a pair of very short shorts, mismatched socks, and running shoes. He threw on a t-shirt and looked in the mirror, noting how tired he looked. He hadn’t been sleeping well lately for some reason but he couldn’t be sure why. He combed out his hair one more time before he and his crutches headed to the elevators. 

“Ready, kid?” Derek said, opening the front door for Spencer like a world class chauffeur would if Spencer was a celebrity. 

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” Spencer mumbled.

In truth, Spencer was more than ready to get started on his physical therapy journey. He wanted to get back in the field full time, adrenaline pumping, connecting with victims, walking again. He didn’t mind the assisted mobility but it was hard for him to know that the best he could do sometimes was stay back in the office or hang out in Garcia’s batcave. 

The car ride was filled with a comfortable silence between the two men. Derek was thinking about how he could make up his missed morning run by doing another type of high cardio workout while Spencer was just trying to figure out why it had to be him. He wouldn’t wish the frustration of his recovery process on anyone else on the team but the frustration of the recovery process just got to him on some days. Today was one of those days. 

Derek pulled up to the physical therapy clinic sooner than Spencer hoped. Part of that was because Derek was a very fast driver while the other part was because Spencer wasn’t paying attention for most of the drive. 

“You owe me one.” Derek said, completely joking. Well… Partially. That morning run was what kept him awake during the day, energizing him for work. 

“Do you want to come in?” Spencer said, looking down at his hands in his lap. 

Spencer’s hands were tapping his leg as he awaited Derek’s answer. He was nothing short of a nervous wreck on the inside. All he could think about was how much pain he would be in once the evaluation was over and the physical therapist had finished poking and prodding at his knee. He hated to think that it would be worse than everything else going on. Plus he still had to go to work today. 

“Sure, kid.” Derek said. 

Derek wasn’t going to sit in the car and do nothing the whole time so he might as well support his friend. 

Climbing out of the car, the boys slowly made it to the sliding glass doors of the physical therapy clinic. Much to Spencer’s surprise, it was nothing like he originally imagined it to be. Some part of him thought it would somewhat resemble the clinic where his mother resided but it was completely different. There were floor to ceiling walls for over half of the first floor building. High tech equipment was stationed everywhere from anti gravity treadmills to hand bike motors, medicine balls and so much more. Spencer stood in the doorway, leaning on his crutches, while he took everything in. There was so much light in the air, it was almost like the feeling of recovery was airy and not meant to bog him down. This was a strange feeling for him to comprehend...

“You coming, pretty boy?” Derek called, taking a break from chatting with the pretty receptionist. 

Spencer and his crutches walked over to the front desk and grabbed the paperwork that covered how much pain he was in today. He filled it out quickly, hoping to get everything over with sooner than later. He was already here so he might as well just finish everything quickly so he could get out of the place. 

When he finished writing everything down, he returned the paperwork to the receptionist who slipped him a piece of paper and pointed to Derek. Spencer already knew it was the receptionist’s personal phone number and he didn’t even need to look at the paper. Sitting down, Spencer handed Derek to a very confused Derek before it hit him what it was. Derek winked at the receptionist, who blushed before answering the phone. 

“Spencer?” A voice called his name shortly after he sat down. 

It was nice to know that here, he didn’t have to be a doctor. He was just another person healing. He didn’t have to be smart, he could just exist. 

“Good luck.” Derek said, noticing that Spencer’s hand was shaking in the slightest bit. 

“My name is Nora and I will be your lead physical therapist.” The woman said, walking Spencer to a vacant padded table. It reminded Spencer of the types of tables you lay on when you get a massage. 

He only got a massage once when Garcia got stood up on a couples’ massage date. He spent half of his part of the massage giving the masseuse facts about how their job could actually give them an infection from the amount of germs in the air and on the table. His delivery of facts caused the room to be incredibly uncomfortable and bleach the table very thoroughly. By the time he and the masseuse finished, only 5 minutes were left in the massage and Garcia was left horrified and amused at the same time. 

“Don’t worry. We bleach the tables every time someone finishes a session.” Nora said, noticing the look on Spencer’s face. Spencer visibly relaxed and sat on the table. 

“So, Spencer, tell me a little bit about yourself.” Nora followed up, pulling up a backless roller chair. 

“Well, I was on a case and the unsub, unknown subject, shot at a dad but it ended up hitting me in the leg instead and…” Spencer paused, looking at Nora’s amused face. 

“No, I mean tell me about you. Your hobbies, what you do for fun, things like that. I need to do a complete profile for you so I know how your quality of life has been affected and which exercises you can do at home so we aren’t pushing too fast.” Nora smiled at Spencer. 

“I work.” Spencer said in a matter-of-fact tone. He didn’t really have anything else to say. 

“Okay. So you’re a workaholic.” Nora wrote. She was about to ask a new question when you came quickly walking to Nora. 

Spencer was left dumbfounded. There seemed to be a halo of light radiating around you, making you glow. He knew it was the sun finally rising but his brain short circuited as he continued to gaze at you. 

“Hey Nora?” You said, looking down at your boss. “Mrs. Gillespi wants to know why you haven’t come back to check her form. She doesn’t trust me because, her words here, I ‘look like a child who doesn’t know their left foot from the color orange.’” 

“Sure. Here, you can take over Spencer’s evaluation.” She handed you her clipboard.

You looked at the detailed notes on the paper and then up at Spencer, who looked like one of the youngest people here. 

“It’s not often we get cute guys in this place. Other than Kyle. But Kyle’s an asshole who could almost be my dad.” You blurted, not realizing you said it outloud as soon as Nora left. 

You noticed that he started blushing and looking at his converse and you realized that you said something. You usually spoke your thoughts out loud but the people you worked with were used to it so no one bothered to say anything.

“What?” You asked, confused. 

“You called me cute.” Spencer said. “Which is fine. I don’t understand the appeal but I do believe that your blurting of what you perceive as a fact is a coping mechanism. It can also be tied to ADHD, which is a common mental disorder that causes your brain to impulsively say things.” Spencer paused, looking at your face. 

“What?” You asked, again, confused. 

“I’m not saying you have ADHD. I’m a doctor but not that kind of doctor. Although I could get another Ph. D. Prove my father wrong. And…” Spencer realized he was rambling. 

“Cute and a talker.” You said, writing that down. 

You wrote something down on the paper that Spencer couldn’t see but he was curious about. 

“Let’s check out that leg.” You said, pulling out an instrument that looked like a compass. 

You asked Spencer to move his knee certain ways and it wasn’t as bad as Spencer thought. You were gentle, soft even. Your hands were delicate and you ended the session massaging his leg and smiling at him. 

“You were a good patient today, doctor Spencer.” You said, smiling at him. 

Spencer blushed, unable to meet your eyes. 

“You… I mean… I enjoyed our session.” Spencer said. “Which I don’t normally enjoy. Not that I’ve been shot before. Or had physical therapy. Or been here. Or even worked out really.”

“You’re funny, doc.” You smiled. “Your next appointment is Tuesday of next week according to the schedule so I guess I’ll see you then. I can’t wait.” 

Spencer stared at you as he wondered why you were so excited. 

“Why?” Spencer asked. 

“It’s not every day I get the case for a cute guy who is smart and awkward. It’s almost like the heavens have answered my hopes and prayers.” You joked, looking up at the ceiling and putting your hand on your heart. 

“I believe in science.” Spencer stated, grabbing his crutches. 

“A man of science. Does it get any better? What’s your star sign?” You joked. 

“Scorpio.” Spencer stated. 

“Oop. All the scorpios I know have been some hoes. You better not be a hoe, doc.” 

“I’m definitely not a gardening tool, if that’s what you’re referring to. Otherwise, I’d like to thing my lack of dating skills doesn’t qualify as being a… hoe? Although, I don’t believe in the use of the word to describe someone who enjoys spending time with multiple people. I’d like to think the use of the word is meant in jest and fun for a term of endearment.” Spencer stood up, balancing on his crutches. 

“I’ll be the judge of that.” You said, walking slowly with Spencer to the front desk. 

“What’s your name?” Spencer asked, turning to you. He realized that he never got your name.

“Y/n.” You smiled. 

The clouds must have parted again because as soon as you turned to walk away from him, towards Nora, you were covered in another halo. And just like that, you were gone again.

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patient

requested: yes

group: mamamoo

pairing: hwasa x fem!reader

genre: fluff

contents: tattoo artist!hwasa, flustered!reader [15/33]

warnings: none

synopsis: It’s hard for you to be patient about your next tattoo session when your artist is so damn gorgeous.

a/n: um??? I love tattoo aus???? also don’t come at me for the name, I’m not creative

word count: 1.9k

“Elegant Chaos.”

You test the name out on your tongue, staring up at the slightly grimy neon sign of the shop. The entire front is one-way glass, so all you can see is your own reflection and the ones of the people bustling around you.

Before you can make up a decision to open the door to the store or not, someone else does; a pretty brunette woman steps out and smiles at you, crazy beautiful with full lips and crescent-eyes. “Hi. Can I help you?”

“Uh, yeah.” You show her the printed-out address your friend sent you and step a bit closer. “Is this a tattoo shop? I searched the address up but nothing resulted, I was referred by a friend.”

She barely takes a glance at the address before flashing another bright grin. “Oh, yep! This is our tattoo shop, we opened a couple months ago. It’s weird that we’re still not showing up, but oh, well. Want to come in?”

You barely register her quick words but step into the shop after her, the smell of rubbing alcohol, paper, and perfume vaguely stinging your nose. “I’m Solar, the receptionist,” she introduces, walking behind what you presume to be her desk. Out front, some teenagers talk quietly, a tall, dark-haired boy with a sleeve sipping at a banana milk.

“Cool. Uh, I’m Y/N. I don’t have an appointment, is that okay?”

Solar nods, tapping at her phone. “Sure. Jungkook over there is just waiting for Byul to finish her other client, and Wheein is prepping to pierce the kids. Hwasa’s our best artist, anyway, does that sound good?”

Her question startles you from staring at the intricate sketches taped all over the walls, the same 3 signatures stamped everywhere. “What?”

She laughs, though it’s not rude. “We have one artist left, Hwasa, but since you’re referred, you probably don’t have someone in mind, right? You can go to see her now, she’s free.”

“Great. Do I just...?” At Solar’s nod, you walk past her and into the back. The studio’s quite small, to be honest; there are 4 stations, two of them occupied. One of them, who you guess is Byul, is tattooing an elderly man, her sleeves rolled up to reveal the art on her bicep. 

The second, probably Wheein, is wiping down her tools, and she’s the first to notice you. “Hi!” she grins, turning the music blasting from the radio down with her ungloved hand. “Can I help you?”

“Yeah. Solar mentioned that I should come find Hwasa,” you explain, eyes widening at the complicated art being tattooed on the elderly man. “Are you...?”

“No, I’m Wheein.” Ah, so you were right. “This is Byul, she’s a bit preoccupied,” Wheein smiles, dimples poking into her cheeks. “I’ll get Hye- sorry, Hwasa for you.”

She hurries out to the back, and you can hear talking through the open door, before she comes back, the woman you presume to be Hwasa behind her.

Instantly, you’re starstruck; she’s stunning in a way that’s completely unique, long dark hair and tanned skin contrasting beautifully. The only makeup she wears is a bold red lipstick, her tank top showing the delicate tattoos she has. “Hey, I’m Hwasa,” she greets, sticking her hand out. Her nails are long, too.

“Y/N.” You accept the handshake, trying not to stare. “Uh, Solar said you were free for a consultation?”

“Yeah.” She sits at one of the free stations, clearing the things scattered on the table. “So, what’re you looking for? Do you already have a design chosen or am I freehanding?”

You fumble in your bag for a piece of paper, sliding it over to Hwasa. “Um, this is just something my friend drew up for me. I want it pretty small, on my forearm.”

The dark-haired woman shrugs, unfolding the paper. “I could do that. Is this your first tattoo?”

Nodding, you watch as Hwasa taps her long, red-painted nails on the desk. “Okay. Is this part of a sleeve or by itself?”

“Uh, how long would each one take?” To be honest, you have no idea why you said that; you didn’t consider a sleeve at all, though you considered multiple tattoos or a large one. There’s just something about the other woman that makes it impossible for you to think.

She considers the question before answering, “Depends on the size and how many small ones you want to work in for the sleeve, but I’d recommend a separate session for each small square, so maybe 8 or 10. I’ll be done with this in less than 30 minutes, though, if it’s just the one.”

To be honest, the only thing causing you to consider a sleeve is getting to see Hwasa again, and you curse your own attraction to her when you blurt, “Maybe a sleeve? I have to think about the other ones I want to work in, though.”

“Okay. I can just do the one today, and we can schedule another day for you to come in and design the whole thing,” she offers, picking the sketch up. “I’ll go make this into a stencil, then.”

“Sure.”

When she takes the sketch and walks to the back room, you slump down in the chair and pivot to look at the others. You quickly realize how long you were talking with Hwasa; Byul is already working on the coconut-haired boy, and Wheein is already done with the teenagers.

She seems to be the outgoing type, and waves at you while sanitizing her needles and packing her kit up again. “So, how did it go? Are you going to start today?”

“I am, yep. You’re already done with the kids?”

Wheein nods, placing the studs back into their cases. “Yep. They just wanted more lobe piercings, it’s really easy. I’m a tattoo artist, too, but I think the kids like me more. Except for Jungkook over here, they think Byul’s intimidating.”

“I’m not!” the other woman protests, hands still steady as she works on the boy. Her voice is deeper than you’d expect. “You literally call me a hamster.”

Flapping a hand, Wheein flashes you her dimples again. “So, what do you think of Hwasa?”

“Huh?” you blink, brain basically short-circuiting. “Uh, she’s a good artist? I saw some of her sketches, yours too; you’re all really talented.”

“No, no, that’s not what I mean. Wait, you’re not straight, are you?” she narrows her eyes at you, scanning you from head to toe. “Maybe my sense is broken, I didn’t peg you for a...”

“I’m not. Straight. I’m a lesbian.” Your cheeks burn to say it aloud, though nobody really reacts, not even Jungkook. “Are you?”

Wheein shrugs, “I mean, I’m attracted to women. All 4 of us are- Hyejin, Byul, Yongsun. Solar, to you. And we make sure everyone who comes in is accepting, we won’t serve bigots.”

For whatever reason, you’re almost relieved to hear that Hwasa’s also attracted to women in some sense, even though it doesn’t necessarily mean that she’s attracted to you. “Oh. That’s cool.”

“Yeah. So, is it just one tattoo or a sleeve?” Her knowing smile puts you off a bit; how did she figure it out? “A lot of girls who come in here change their original idea because of Hyejin-ah. You’re obviously attracted to her, to, so it’s no surprise.”

“Is it really that obvious?” you groan, surprising yourself with how open you’re being about it. “Do you think she knows?”

“Probably,” Wheein giggles, nodding when Solar pokes her head in the studio to tell her something. “Anyway. I’ve got to go, good luck!”

She waves as she leaves, the only noise left in the studio being the quiet music and Jungkook’s quiet talking. He seems just as awkward as you are, lifting his free hand in a half wave.

You’re saved by Hwasa returning with a stencil. “Here. Does that look good?”

She’s modified the original design just the tiniest bit, making the lines a little bit darker and the shading simpler, and it looks... “Perfect.” You grin, a weight on your chest lifted by your conversation with Wheein. “Should we start?”

“Sure.” She brings you over to one of the actual tattoo stations, the seat already smelling sanitized. You can barely listen as she explains what the process will be like- cleaning, the actual tattooing, pain; you finally come to when she asks, “Are you ready?”

“I... yeah. I am.”

It’s quiet until the buzzing of the tattoo gun brings you to life, the tiniest bit of fear sour on your tongue. Hwasa looks concentrated as she peels the stencil off, not exactly reassuring, either. “So. Is there a meaning behind this?”

“Uh, not really. Are there meanings behind yours?” You gasp when the needle first touches your skin, the cold wipe taking off excess ink.

“I have some matching tattoos with Wheein,” Hwasa explains, smiling at the mention of the other girl. “Uh, one is Maria, my Christian name. Wheein has more, but all of us have some kind of meaning behind ours. It’s not bad to have no meaning, though.”

You wince as she continues with the linework, slowly getting used to the pain. “Are you and Wheein...”

She looks up, raising an eyebrow. “Together? No, we’re best friends. I haven’t been with someone in a few years.”

“What’s stopping you?”

Hwasa laughs, wiping your arm once again. “Nothing, I guess. I’m just patient enough to wait for the right person.”

“Patient. Right.”

Conversation flows smoothly, mostly light topics. You learn each other’s ages, and you’re told to call Hwasa ‘Hyejin’ instead. You learn when she got her first tattoo, and when she learned to tattoo others. The more you talk, the more drawn in you are, fascinated by her every word.

The half an hour is over far too fast. “Done,” she announces, smiling as she turns off her gun. “Take a look.”

It looks gorgeous, as expected, though Hwasa plays off your barrage of compliments. “Uh, should I pay now?”

She shrugs, placing saran wrap over your arm. “We’ll go talk with Solar about that, she’s better with pricing than I am. But it probably won’t be much.”

“What? Why?” you frown, examining the tattoo. Usually, discounts only happen when something goes wrong, or you have a coupon. You’re pretty sure neither of those things apply.

Hwasa pauses, turning to send you a small smirk. “Well, the cute ones usually pay less.”

Your heart practically stops, though you force yourself to walk to the front with her. “Besides, you’re probably coming back again soon, right?”

“Oh! Uh, yeah. I think so. When will that be? The next session, I mean.”

She frowns, tapping at the tablet Solar hands her. “You can come in as soon as you’re free to design it, if you want, but you have to wait a bit for the next session, especially if you’re doing the things close together. If you want, I can give you my number.”

At your stricken expression, Hwasa’s lips curve into a knowing smile. “So you can send me ideas, for the sleeve.”

“Ah, of course.” Your cheeks burn as you take out your cash, counting out a surprisingly small amount. “That sounds good. I guess I’ll just have to be patient, then.”

“I guess so. Call me, Y/N,” she smiles, handing your phone back with a new contact in.

Being patient is going to be so damn hard. 

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Super Stomachs || Dick Grayson x Reader ||

Words: 2986

Warnings: None! 

Summary: You have a new neighbour with an unexpected secret, and one errant thought is all it takes for you to get your cook on.  

Blüdhaven was perhaps not the kind of city you found on Buzzfeeds ‘Top 20 Places To Add To Your Bucketlist” article. The streets were grotty, the housing dismal, the crime rate high and the number of good cops on the force low, but it was your city. You had grown up making a mental map of the places it was and wasn’t safe to go, creating a network of friends and then thinning them out until only a small handful of loyal allies remained. Blüdhaven was a wreck of a place but to those who had grown up in it’s stench and decay it was a fact of life most were desensitized to, something you learned to live with, not fight against. Then one day he had shown up and everything had changed; criminals had someone to fear and citizens had someone to worship.

Nightwing.

Everybody knew who Batman was, headlines blaring his exploits from newspaper stands while radios and TV’s wove intricate tales of his fight against crime, so it was no surprise that Nightwing’s arrival garnered such a mixed response. Some welcomed him as an alternative to the corrupt cops and lack of law enforcement while others defamed the vigilante before his work had even truly begun. It started off as small things, petty criminals brought into the station and small crime rings being busted with the evidence appearing in the news to force the city to do something about it, then he’d moved on to bigger things. He’d taken on the likes of Penguin, who had monopolized the city’s crime circuit and organised many of the local gangs, hiring thugs from the street and raking in blood money and profits from dens of illicit activity that he had spent years peppering about the city.

The fight was ongoing, and you had a feeling that would never change with Nightwing virtually working on his own. The cops were worse than useless, they were paid off, so many corrupt officers on the beat and turning a blind eye so long as they got a cut of the profits...maybe that was why you were so wary of the cop who had moved in right next door to you. Your apartment was nothing particularly spectacular but it was cosy and it was yours, high above the grime of the city where it could remain mostly untouched by anyone wanting to pay a visit to the complex for the wrong reasons. The apartment beside you had been empty for months before he came along, all big blue eyes and cheeky smile. He reeked of money, or at least, his dental work did, but you had played along all the same when he came around to introduce himself for the first time.

“Can I help you?”

“Well I’ll be, I’ve not even told you my name and you’re already offering to help me unpack.”

“If you’re selling something I’m not interested.”

“No, no I’m not selling anything. I just moved in next door actually and wanted to come say hi. The name’s Dick, Dick Grayson.”

“And people take you seriously with that name?”

“Not a day in my life.”

You had chatted politely and found yourself drawn in by his charm and his good looks, the man looked like he was chiselled from stone after all and very obviously took care of himself. He’d moved from Gotham, claimed he had no family though the stormy look in his eyes sad otherwise, and then kicked you right in the gut when he told you what he did for a living.

“You’re a cop?”

“I completed my academy training and moved straight here…you don’t like cops?”

“I never said that.”

“It’s written all over your face.”

“Maybe I don’t.”

“Can I ask why?”

“No.”

It had shut the conversation right down and after an awkward farewell Dick had left you be, then not spoken to you ever since. It wasn’t that either of you were deliberately avoiding the other per say but his schedule was…well, even erratic seemed too kind an adjective for his schedule. You had seen him once or twice coming home from work at various times throughout the day, his uniform on but shirt buttons already a little undone like he couldn’t wait to be rid of the outfit. Usually you were in your kitchen that overlooked the parking lot for the complex but on a few occasions you’d passed him on your way out to your own vehicle, but nothing more than brief nod or a wave was given, there was definitely no time to for chat since he seemed to rush everywhere. He was up and about all hours of the night to, though you’d slowly gotten used to the sounds of him pattering about in his own apartment during the night and after a polite note through his door he had toned it down. Whatever he did at stupid o’clock, he did it much quieter now.

His name had seemed awfully familiar and it wasn’t until a few months after, when his odd schedule was slowly beginning to drive you mad, that you actually looked him up to see if you could find anything about his job. Surely working as a cop didn’t require this many hours and had a neater, more fixed schedule right? You had dozens of hits within minutes, your jaw dropping open when you realised you were living right beside Bruce Wayne’s ward. His career choice both simultaneously made sense and entirely perplexed you. Bruce Wayne had all the money he could ever want so what was Dick working for? Bruce Wayne was also known for his philanthropy and it therefore made perfect sense that Dick had come to Blüdhaven, probably hoping to do some good here like his pseudo-father did in Gotham. You looked upon him a little more kindly after that, but you couldn’t stop the nagging feeling that something wasn’t right with him.

Was he being taken advantage of at work? A give the rich pretty boy more hours than necessary so he knows what real work is kind of thing? Did he have insomnia? PTSD? He looked so tired a lot of the time yet he always managed to dredge up a smile for you, even when his cobalt blue eyes were miserable. It was headed towards Winter when you saw Nightwing for the first time yourself. He’d been flying about the city for months when he quite literally landed on your doorstep and just….walked in - after jimmying the lock on your patio door of course. He was muttering to himself as he went, cutting himself off with a yawn while you stood frozen in your kitchen, illuminated by the light of the fridge that you’d come rummaging in for some milk you were going to heat up in an effort to help you sleep. It took him longer than you’d thought the hero would take to realise you were in the room, but he immediately tensed up and straightened when he noticed.

“What the hell are you doing in here?” he demanded firmly. You blinked in shock, hand tightening its grip on the milk bottle.

“What am I – I mean this is – I live here.” You stammered in reply. His eyes narrowed behind the mask, a vivid, bright blue staring back at you suspiciously before he glanced around and his face morphed into an expression of horror.

“Yes, right, you – you sure do…erm, sorry about this.” He apologised awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. A silent stare off began then, Nightwing opening and closing his mouth like a fish as he tried to formulate words. He turned his face away as he yawned again.

“Do you want some hot milk?” you asked finally. Did you really want the vigilante in your home any longer than necessary? Probably not. Did your brain just sputter the first thing you could think of? Yes it had.

“Hot milk sounds great actually,” he admitted, “But I won’t keep you up ma’am. I’m really sorry about this, I was supposed to be meeting a friend and it appears I’ve got the wrong house.” Your brows furrowed.

“Mistakes like that get you killed you know, in the wrong parts of town it will anyway.” You said, closing the fridge and plunging the room into darkness once more. For a moment, all was dark and quiet until you expertly navigated your way to the cupboard with your mugs and flicked the light underneath the cabinets on. Nightwing chuckled under his breath.

“That’s funny, you telling me about the wrong parts of town. I practically live in them sweetheart.” He sighed. You pulled a mug down from the shelf and turned to lean your hip against the counter.

“I can’t think of anything worse,” You admitted ruefully, “If you’re staying in my kitchen tonight, you better not bring the wrong parts of town back here.” Nightwing visibly cringed at the thought, his grimace morphing into a very apologetic expression.

“No, no not my intention at all. It was an honest mistake, but I’ll keep an eye on your place just to be safe.” He promised you. Silence reigned again, neither of you daring to speak for a long moment before Nightwing turned to leave. He paused at the door to your balcony, his hand frozen on the handle before he turned his head back to you. “Since you offered…can I take that hot milk to go?” he wondered.

That had been the first time you had seen the infamous hero, and he was not what you expected at all. The next day there had actually been apology flowers on your doorstep, and you were mildly afraid to see Nightwing actually knew you by name if the card in the midst of the blooms was anything to go by. It happened more often after that, you’d see him at random hours slipping by the buildings’ opposite, sometimes just perched on the complex across from you watching your building. He had had the audacity to actually wave at you once from his perch, and then came the clincher to your deal.

He slipped into Dick Grayson’s apartment one night.

You had sat down and spent a whole afternoon mulling it over, trying to piece together your limited knowledge of your enigmatic neighbour. It had taken you a very short time while you cooked some pasta for lunch to realise you actually knew very little about him. It came down to the following list:

1.      Dick Grayson never seemed to sleep.

2.      If (and this was a very big if) he was one of the few good cops in the city, then he did care about justice.

3.      He had the same sort of physique and build as Nightwing did.

4.      Those blue eyes were startling and you’d be damned if you hadn’t seen them through his mask for that split second he hadn’t shielded his irises with some fancy tech.

5.      He was Bruce Wayne’s ward, he probably had some sort of account or trust fund that had more money in it than you would ever earn in your entire life and was therefore financially well suited to run a vigilante operation.

You didn’t want to sound crazy and ask him outright but the more you thought about it the more suspicious it all seemed to be, so you started an investigation of your own. You forced yourself to stay awake and sat in the dark in your living room, a hot mug of coffee in hand as strong as you could make it. Given how easy it was too watch him leave and return in full armour that night you wondered how truly dumb the criminals of Blüdhaven had to be not to notice that your neighbour was the hero they all feared so much. It really hit you then. Dick Grayson was Nightwing. Nightwing was Dick Grayson.

Your neighbour was freakin’ Nightwing!

And he never seemed to sleep. Did that mean he didn’t eat either? There weren’t enough hours in the day for him to be a full-time cop, vigilante and regular human being was there? Where did he fit in dinner? You rarely saw him bring in proper groceries but there were plenty of takeout pizzas in the recycling you noticed. You were already up and moving towards the kitchen before you fully processed the thought, keyed up on caffeine and mild shock with a recipe book as your weapon. You practically emptied your cupboards, but two hours later you had a lasagne all prettily made up in one of those disposable foil baking trays you didn’t mind him tossing away when he was done with it. You stared at your masterpiece with a grin, knowing Dick would easily get three to four portions out of it, if not more, and yet as you set the covered tray on the doorstep, complete with instructions on how to cook it through, you couldn’t help but feel terribly nervous suddenly.

Most likely it was caffein withdrawal but you couldn’t help but wonder what Dick would think of the gesture. He seemed quite amiable, when you greeted one another in the parking lot or the halls but cooking him dinner was something else. What if he figured out you knew his secret? Would he be angry? Had you made the whole thing up in a caffeine induced high? You couldn’t honestly be sure but you tried not to think too hard about it as you turned on your heel and left. Part of you expected the knock on the door that came later that night but it did little to help your queasy stomach as you peered through the peep hole.

Dick stood in his uniform, looking down at your lasagne with an unidentifiable expression on his face as he waited for you to answer the door, and damn did he look good. The shirt was form fitting and he stood tall, hat tucked under his arm and messy black hair falling about his face till he raked it back. You unlocked the door with a gulp.

“Hi.”

“Hi…so er, I don’t suppose you saw who put this on my doorstep did you?” he questioned, holding out the lasagne. A weak laugh escaped you as you rubbed the back of your neck, feeling a hot flush overcome you in your embarrassment.

“Nope, no clue, maybe old Mrs-“

“Why exactly are you lying?” Dick looked thoroughly amused at your attempt. You blamed your caffeine withdrawal ad lack of sleep. Usually you were a lot better at spinning tales, it was a bit of a necessity after all in Blüdhaven, but something about the dashing officer before you turned you all defences to mush.

“I just…I don’t think you ever have time to eat,” You folded your arms, a stubborn glare settling on your face, “So don’t you dare give it back.” Dick tilted his head, a cheeky spark in his blue eyes and pearly white teeth flashing in the fluorescent light of the hallway. You weren’t sure you liked that look.

“Wouldn’t dream of it, I haven’t had a proper cooked meal in a while. Since I’ve got you here…how would you feel about sharing it with me?” Dick wondered. You blinked in shock. Dick Grayson was asking you to share dinner with him. Dick Grayson, ward of Bruce Wayne, one of the few good cops in the city, Nightwing himself, was asking you to share dinner with him!

“Actually I’d really like tha-“ you paused, head turning to check your corkboard beside the fridge. Your expression fell and your so did your stomach. You had had the perfect opportunity to get to know him better than! To maybe talk about what he did! You couldn’t deny you were curious.

“But?” Dick guessed, his smile waning to something sadder. You got the impression his life didn’t really give him time to be all that social and he was a little lonely living like he did.

“But my shift starts at six.” You sighed. Dick chuckled.

“Of course…well, thanks anyway, maybe another time?” he suggested. You nodded before you could even process what he was asking properly, heart jolting a bit in your chest. It wasn’t everyday your attractive neighbour insinuated he’d like to eat with you after all, but how you were supposed to match your own ever-changing timetable to his was a mystery to you. Weeks passed the same way, with you leaving a variety of goods on Dick’s doorstep and him saving you a piece of your own work to heat up for yourself, but never did you manage to eat together. It took a grand total of three weeks before, by some miracle, Dick climbed out of his vehicle the same time you did yours. You stayed at one another cross the lot as the sky cracked above you, the deafening roar of thunder followed by the first few fat drops of rain hammering the ground. You both hurried to the front door of the complex, Dick reaching into his pocket for his keys as he went so he could let you both in.

“Wet night, huh?” you said, pulling your hood back from your head. Dick hummed.

“Complete wash out,” he agreed, holding up a pizza box between you, “Perfect occasion to just, not go out right? Can I interest you in some pepperoni?” You grinned.

“It come with garlic bread?”

“Er, no.” Dick admitted, looking sheepish now. Your eyes rolled.

“Good job I keep spare in the freezer then isn’t it? I’ll be round in fifteen when it’s cooked.” You told him. You could hear Dick laughing as you walked away towards the elevator, and you wasn’t sure if it was because you were cooking for him yet again, or if the smile on your face was just that infectious.

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Star Wars OC Ship Week 2021 - for light and love

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This fic and all its chapters was written for Star Wars OC Ship Week's inaugural year 2021, an event spotlighting OCxEC romances & platonic friendships helmed by @findswoman! It's also the first time I've personally ever taken part in an event week so I hope I do a good job! 😅

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1 - How They Met

It all started, as these things do, in a medical bay.

Kelto Lem, a Jedi healer, had been busying himself with organizing the implements and instruments of the first aid wing in the Halls of Healing. This was light work, and peaceful, which suited him fine. Rarely, if ever, were there emergencies in the Jedi Temple of such scope and scale as to totally overwhelm the medical ward, and to the best of his recollection they had never occurred in the early morning, when dew was still settled on the trees and grasses of Monument Park. This made it an optimal time for preparing the ward for most of the day’s eventualities well ahead of schedule; this making good sense to him, he settled into this habit as a padawan and had never quite given it up. In time, it became almost a meditative practice for him - refilling stores of fresh bandages, taking stock of available pharmaceuticals and herbal remedies, refilling the kolto canisters…

And so it was in the middle of this daily routine that he was interrupted by the door sliding open. He turned to look and nearly dropped the medical scanner he was holding - for two reasons.

 The first: his guest was built like a permacrete E-Web bunker. Broad and tall, with an implied physicality that not even Jedi robes concealed, the visitor - a Trandoshan - strode into the ward with an aura of stern command, stolid orange eyes locking upon Kelto almost immediately. His emerald scales shone with a slight luster as he walked, the claws of his toes clicking against the tile floor, until he came to the edge of the biobed in the center of the room less than a foot away from the resident healer. The sheer weight of his presence made Kelto feel small by comparison - he, a shorter pale-scaled Rodian with stripes of deep blue running along his jaw and neck, who wore a satchel of first aid essentials on his hip everywhere he went and tied back his spines in a long, narrow topknot ending in a spiky pom where they escaped the hold of the strip of linen which restrained them.

The second: he was covered in scorchmarks.

“Star’s End,” Kelto said, when he could finally get his (dry, dry) mouth to work correctly. “What in the world happened to you?”

The Trandoshan rumbled, mouth pulling to one side in chagrin. It was a deep, bassy sound, and it landed straight in the pit of Kelto’s stomach. 

“A… mishap with the duelling droid,” he grunted, in the sibilant speech of his species. “I was not focused. Lost sight of my present. It seized the opportunity, as you can see,” he added, gesturing to his scorched robes.

“You were training? This early? Chee,” Kelto said, shaking his head. “And I thought my morning habits were odd - jump up on the bench, here, I’ll patch you up.”

He turned away to fetch some burn relief supplies, piling them on a tray. When he turned back, the Trandoshan had sat upon the biobed - and his tunic was resting carefully folded on the bench beside him.

“Ahghg,” he said, and everything on his tray rattled as he short-circuited.

The Trandoshan gave him an odd look. “Yes?”

“Oh, nothing. Nothing. I’m fine,” Kelto stammered. “Let me just, uhhh… set this down here.”

He let the tray’s repulsorlifts catch it in midair, so that it would hover at his side. Then he took a ball of fluff and daubed it in a squat open vial of kolto, letting the excess drip off and trying not to think too much about the barrel-chested masterpiece of physicality sitting just within arm’s reach to his right.

“So, how did this happen, Master …?”

“Knight, actually,” the patient replied. “Not master - not yet, anyway. And as I said, I was training.”

“Only a Knight? ...Well, I guess if you were a Master, you wouldn’t have ended up - err, you know what, forget I said that.”

With kolto-ball and medigauze dressings in hand, Kelto turned to his patient and gave him a quick once-over. There were injuries in areas roughly corresponding to the placement of scorch marks on the surface of his clothes, but fortunately, most of them didn’t seem too severe - the robes acting as a layer of insulation against the worst of it. Quite intentionally, he started on the outside limbs, an attempt to spare himself another hot flush provoked by looking straight on at his patient’s torso. Sskeer didn’t even flinch when he touched the wet medical fluff against an abrasion on the side of his arm.

“I train on one or two levels above the normal training setting,” the Trandoshan offered, by way of explanation. “Thus, my injuries.”

“Ah,” Kelto murmured, mostly to himself. ��A masochist.”

Sskeer grunted reproachfully. “The training settings are designed to hold back. There will be no such reprieve in the field. Therefore, I train the body to anticipate the presence of harm - to become numb to its threat, and then, to surpass it.”

“So you’re fine with the pain?”

“Pain can be ignored. And my people have thick hides. I endure.” 

“Well, I’m no duelist, but in my estimation you could probably stand to bump back down a few levels,” Kelto observed, winding a bandage around his forearm. “At least until you can defeat one of those saber-happy droids.”

Sskeer hrrred. The sound landed in Kelto’s gut again. “Bold words from a nurse.”

“Bold enough to be a Knight, like you.” The Rodian retorted, flashing him a smirk - and turning away immediately when the sensation of being perceived became too much. (His cheeks were so warm - was it supposed to be so hot in here?) Falling silent, he took one of Sskeer’s wide, thick-fingered hands in his own, turning it to inspect the green welt on its back.

“I did not realize you had risen to Knighthood as well,” the Trandoshan offered as Kelto dressed his injury. “If I offended, it was not by intent.”

“It’s fine. I’d rather people forget, honestly. Most people, they see a Jedi and think, ‘wow! Laser swords! Magic powers!’ - but that’s… never really where I felt comfortable.”

“You feel your place is here.”

“It’s where my talents lie, I think. I’ve sort of been drawn to the healing halls ever since I left the creche. And… well, to be honest, I like being able to help people doing this. So… I guess it’s true what they say, about the Force having a path for us all, and all that.”

Sskeer hummed. “That is good.”

“Yeah, and I remember when I was little, Master Rancisis came by the ward and said a-- I’m sorry, am I rambling? I’m rambling, aren’t I? I’ll just shut up and tend you--”

“It’s fine.”

“Are you sure? I mean, I just dropped basically my whole backstory on you--”

“It’s fine,” Sskeer said - firmly, but patiently. “Really.”

And Kelto believed him.

It’s funny, he thought suddenly, how quickly you can get comfortable with someone else. A moment ago he could barely stand to meet Sskeer’s gaze - now, though, he could look him straight in the eye without feeling like wilting. Sskeer had surprisingly deep eyes, he noticed, for how small they were. Deep and dark. Like he could dip into his pupils and fall forever --

Oh gosh, there’s a huge green mark right on his temple. How did he miss that??

Kelto dunked a fresh puffball in the healing fluid and held it up to the Trandoshan’s brow, cradling it in his long, sucker-tipped fingers. This time, when it touched his skin, Sskeer flinched and barely suppressed a hiss. On instinct, Kelto shushed him - a habit picked up from soothing much younger patients, when he got his start tending the younglings’ skinned knees and broken bones.

“This one’s not so bad, I think,” he murmurs. “Just needs a little kolto to help keep it clean. Just put some ice on it every few hours for the swelling and it’ll go away soon.”

“And this?”

“Hm?”

Sskeer gestured again to a long line of angry green flesh across his trunk.

“OH Force,” the Rodian cried, slapping a hand against his forehead. “I completely missed that somehow, thank you so much, I’m so sorry. Gods, I’ll get right on that--”

The Trandoshan surprises him with a chuckle. “Rather absentminded for a healer, aren’t you?”

“D-don’t judge!” Kelto sputters. “I’ve been distracted.”

“By what, exactly?” Sskeer asked, with a smirk.

“... J-just lie all the way down, please?”

Sskeer leaned back onto the biobed, hands resting behind his back. Now the whole of his broad, stocky abdomen lies prone under the glowlights, throwing the long diagonal burn across his trunk into stark, unmistakable relief.

“Why is this one so much worse,” Kelto wonders aloud.

“I wouldn’t call it ‘worse’. As I said, I endure.”

“I’m sorry, this doesn’t look like a giant, stinging saber-welt to you?” Kelto peered closer at the mark, hesitantly plying the flesh of the Trandoshan’s belly under his fingers. “...Actually, wait. This is almost a first degree burn. What kind of training saber makes marks like these?”

Now it was Sskeer’s turn to fall quiet and avoid eye contact.

“...You… did something pretty dumb, didn’t you.”

“...When my performance against the droids began to suffer, I… disabled some of the limiters on the droids,” Sskeer growled, at length.

“Y-you did WHAT?”

“I thought it would motivate me to improve,” he shrugged.

“So when I called you a masochist earlier and you didn’t really deny it--”

This time, Sskeer almost snarled. “It’s no crime to seek out a proper challenge.”

“Oh, and if every adrenaline junkie Padawan jumped off the High Council Tower, you would too?”

“Will you just stop arguing and fix this?”

“I--” Kelto groaned. “Okay, whatever, big guy. Just - just hang on.”

He arranged his hands on either side of Sskeer’s wound - one above on his chest, one below on his stomach. Then he sucked in a deep breath through his snout and released it slowly, letting his eyes fall shut as he exhaled. 

He was panicking, he knew. Overcorrecting. There was no reason to take things this far when he was literally standing in a room filled with other, more practical solutions - and certainly not over something so silly as a shouting match with a Knight he barely knew. But by now, good sense and training had momentarily fled him. 

Here, in this moment, Kelto sank into the Force and let himself be guided by the simple instinct to help.

He took another slow breath in, and out, and began to concentrate.

And then…

Sskeer sensed it before he saw it. He craned his neck over his chest to see - and rose up on his elbows, watching intensely.

With preternatural speed, the hideous burn across his torso lightened, shrank - and then vanished. In its place only unblemished scales remained.

Like he’d never even been touched.

Kelto let out one final, explosive breath - and almost collapsed. Sskeer jolted to his feet and grabbed his arms, cradled his back in one arm, steadying him on his feet until he could recover.

“Nice catch,” Kelto panted, when he’d finally recovered.

Sskeer was looking at him differently, the Rodian noticed through the blur of lightheadedness. Looking with him with something like awe.

“That was… quite a feat,” the Trandoshan noted. “It seems you were correct to follow the path of the healers.” 

“Y-yes, well,” Kelto murmured sleepily, “we all have our own special talents.” 

His eyes trailed back to Sskeer’s chest, fingertips idly following their gaze down his trunk. They tickled, just slightly; Sskeer registered an unexpected, but not wholly unpleasant shiver down his spine.

“Think we’re all done now,” the Rodian mumbled. Then his big, sea-blue eyes blinked - slowly, then rapidly, like a Wookiee propeller-engine starting up - and he realized his hand was just shy of cupping one of Sskeer’s pecs.

“UM,” he said loudly, jumping away. “YEAH, so, all done. Clean bill of health. You should be completely fine within the next day or so, and then you can go get your butt handed to you by the training droids again, right? Yup, glad to help, have a nice day, May the Force Be With You and all that jizz, ahaha~”

The Rodian became a flurry of hyperactivity around the ward, re-stocking and re-checking shelves and cabinets for reasons Sskeer could not divine. To appear busy, he supposed - and discourage his continued presence.

It was, he decided, reather endearing. 

Sskeer let the flustered healer flail a moment more before saying, “I don’t think you ever shared your name.”

When he looked over his shoulder, Kelto’s face looked as bright as a Life Day orb - only much, much greener. “Huh?”

“Force healing is no small feat,” the Trandoshan observed, slipping his tunic and tabard back over his shoulders. “To have seen it performed is a privilege; for something as small as my own self-inflicted injury, and after my own stubbornness - an honor. 

“I’d prefer to thank you for it properly, and to apologize. But for that, I must ask your name.”

The Rodian stared. Then coughed, turning to lean back against the counter before him. “Uh, well… That’s … kind of you, but I - you know, we’re Jedi and all. W-we don’t really serve for gratitude’s sake.”

“For the sake of a fellow Jedi, then, and a friend?” 

“…Friend?”

A bemused head tilt. “Are we not?”

“W-well, that’s moving a bit quickly, isn’t it? I mean - we don’t even know each other’s names.”

Sskeer stared.

“Sorry. Sorry. I’m not dumb, I swear, I’m just -- panicking.”

The Trandoshan gave him a funny look. (It was kinda cute, Kelto noticed, when his nose scrunched up like that.) 

Just spit it out. Spit it out. Spit it out. You’re blowing it. Just spit it out spititout spititout---

“My name’s Kolto,” he said -- and groaned.

“Your name,” Sskeer echoed, “is...‘Kolto’?”

“Noooo, no, not ‘Kolto’ - Kelto! Kelto! My name is Kelto. Kelto Lem. I just - I’m just called ‘Kolto’. By - certain people.”

“Because… you work with kolto?” he ventured. “Or because it happens to sound similar?”

Kelto sulked, crossing his arms. “Because Torban Buck thinks he’s funny.” 

Understanding dawned. “Ah. Yes, he certainly does.”

“Mmmmgh. Well, now that I’ve botched my own introduction, I guess you know me. So you can leave me to my shame, now, I guess.” Kelto returned to the business of managing the ward - opening and closing cabinet doors slightly harder, this time.

A wide, three-fingered hand landed on his narrow shoulder, making him jump.

“Thank you, Kelto Lem,” Sskeer said. “Truly, you’re a credit to the Order.”

His voice was deep and warm. Kelto swore he could feel his breath tickling his ear.

“A-anytime,” he replied, spine locking ramrod straight.

He senses Sskeer’s presence pass by behind him, and imagines it’s what little Rodian swamp-fish feel like when big surface trawlers pass by, and catch them in their wake. “And perhaps when I continue my training,” Sskeer added, “I will remember to return here, for my wounds to be dressed.”

“Orrr you could crush those droids and never need to come back here again!” Kelto shakily returned.

“I’m sure I could, at that,” Sskeer chuckled. And the door slides shut behind him.

The moment Kelto was certain he was alone, he took a little paper cup and pours himself a drink of cool sinkwater. It takes gulping down two full cupfuls before he cools down, sinking heavily on his elbows against the counter.

“‘Kolto’,” he muttered, scoffing. “God damn it.”

[trensu]

Episode 28: The One where LXC Loses his Title as Greatest Wingman

THAT’S RIGHT GUYS

WE’RE HERE

THE ONE THAT HOLDS ONE OF THE MOST PRECIOUS, CLASSIC WANGXIAN SCENES IN THE WHOLE SHOW

THE SCENE THAT JUST BURSTS WITH WANGXIAN DOMESTICITY AND WE DIE FROM THE SHEER FLUFFINESS OF IT ALL

Shockingly this VERY IMPORTANT wangxian moment doesn’t start until the 34min mark.

So we’re gonna power through those first 34min to get to the parts that actually matter

We’re still at the burial mounds

Emotional Yungmeng Bro Drama happens

It’s very upsetting

There’s a lot of feelings everywhere.

I can’t defend you if you keep this path, jc protests 

You can’t defend me? Then Leave me, wwx says, tell the world i defected, he says, my actions are no longer associated with the jiang clan he says

WHO KNEW BROTHERLY LOVE COULD BE SO PAINFUL, AMIRITE GUYS? HAHA *CHOKES BACK SOBS*

LET’S SKIP AHEAD!

Jc’s gone, maybe it’ll get better now??

A-YUAN TIME!!

Oh no, little a-yuan is hungry!!

Wen qing gives him the last of the fruit because a-yuan activated her Good Big Sister instincts

Ah, look at his happy face as he takes the fruit!

The wwx shows up with MORE fruit and a-yuan does the leg-grabby thing!!

ADORABLE 

Great, now we get Emotional WWX and WQ Bonding Time

SHE TRIES TO GIVE HIM AN OUT

SHE TRIES TO GET HIM BACK TO HIS FAMILY

Wwx is not having it so instead he acts all charming and teases her until the matter is dropped

I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

Other stuff happens, boring boring boring

Moving forward

Yunmeng bro fight scene!

The first half was pretty neat and then they did a bunch of funky flying moves that had me like, why, why must you do this, please stop and give me wangxiantics instead

They did not stop

But they did do some wonderful Twirling, so I guess i can forgive them a little

Oh, sadface, a paperman gets viciously slaughtered by jc

(@theuntamednarrator​ pointed out that this fight scene PARALLELS a future fight scene on a moonlit rooftop THAT WE’RE NOT GONNA THINK ABOUT BECAUSE IT MAKES ME SAD)

Wwx, at some point in this fight is all: oh look, i’ve been impaled

(what’s a little light stabbing between siblings, amirite?)

More stuff happens that we don’t care about

But we’ll take a moment to laugh at wwx here

Wwx is like, imma hide this gaping stab wound from the world’s greatest doctor by distracting her with potatoes

It doesn’t quite work bc wen qing immediately makes a grab for him

Wwx is scandalized!

Wwx: Men and women shouldn’t be improperly intimate!!

Wwx: you suddenly doing this makes me scared for my virtue which i’m obviously saving for lan zhan!

She backs off for half a second; then wwx winces but he recovers quickly by being all i’m totally fine, look at how fine i am, i’m flinching because of HUNGER PAINS, NOTHING ELSE

If he weren't so charming and adorable none of this would've worked

Other non-wangxian nonsense occurs

Some more non-wangxian stuff

A scene featuring Disaster Het Jin Zixuan and our Perfect Elder Sister Jiang Yanli

Jzx is all, i know carp tower isn’t your home but i’m willing to build another lotus pier here for you

...ugh, fine, okay, maybe you’ve grown on me a little by now, you huge Disaster Het BUT ONLY BECAUSE YOU’RE MAKING JYL HAPPY, YOU HEAR ME?? ALL BETS ARE OFF IF YOU MAKE HER CRY AGAIN

We’ve made it through the 34 minutes!!

GET READY GUYS

We’re at a tea house in Yiling! There’s lots of people! AND THEY’RE ALL TRASH-TALKING MY BEAUTIFUL SUNSHINE BOY WTF

But hey, look in the background is lwj, (angrily) listening to people trash-talk our sunshine boy.

God, he sits so straight, it looks almost painful

I mean, in terms of posture

We know he’s not straight in any other way lol

The only time we get full body shots of him in this scene is when he’s blurred and out of focus in the background, which is interesting

When he’s at the forefront of the scene, it’s all close-ups of his (angry) face 

But even with the close ups, we only see parts of his face. One half of his face at a time, close-ups on the eyes (or one eye) specifically at times

It’s not until the end of that teahouse scene that we get to see a full shot of him and that’s only when he’s had Enough of people slandering his soulmate and slams his (poor innocent) tea cup onto the table and (viciously) glares at the gossipers

He leaves the teahouse (angrily)

Lwj is (angrily) walking through the marketplace 

He walks past some random lady and the lady turns the hell around so fast and BLATANTLY CHECKS HIM OUT, oh god, that’s HILARIOUS

(you are not alone in this, lady, YOU ARE NOT ALONE)

Then, we have one of the best tropes of all, ACCIDENTAL CHILD ACQUISITION

THERE IS A CHILD CLINGING TO HIS LEG

IT’S A-YUAN

A-YUAN HAS SURGICALLY ATTACHED HIMSELF TO LWJ

WE ALL LOVE HIM FOR IT

Wwx does not notice his child is missing bc he is haggling, which is important but maybe not as important as missing a child. 

Omg the look of panic on his face when he finally realizes a-yuan is gone gutted me for half a second. 

REALIZING YOU’VE LOST A CHILD IN A CROWDED PLACE IS THE WORST FEELING IN THE WORLD, OKAY

But i get over this quickly bc WWX FINDS A-YUAN CLINGING TO LWJ’S LEG. 

GUYS

GUYS

THIS SCENE

THIS SCENE MAKES ME SO HAPPY

IT’S MADE OF RAINBOWS AND BUTTERFLIES AND ITTY BITTY KITTIES

Okay, let's break it down because there’s JUST SO MUCH GOOD STUFF HERE WE NEED TO PROPERLY APPRECIATE ALL OF IT

FIRSTLY, lwj’s face.

There is a loudly crying child clinging to his leg

He is surrounded by nosy talkative strangers (PARENT strangers!!) all Judging™ him for his (lack of) parenting skills

And lwj’s face is about as External Panic as lwj can make it bc our boy is FREAKING OUT

THERE IS A CRYING CHILD

LATCHED ON TO HIS LEG

STRANGERS ARE ASSUMING HE’S THE FATHER

BUT HE ISN’T

THEY DON’T LISTEN WHEN HE TELLS THEM HE ISN’T

THEY SAY THEY HAVE THE SAME NOSE?? THEY SAY HE RESEMBLES THIS STRANGE UNKNOWN CRYING CHILD SOMEHOW?? 

AND WORSE STILL, THEY’RE SAYING HE’S A BAD FATHER

THEY’RE ALL LIKE, OH LOOK HE SCOLDED HIS POOR KID AND NOW WON’T EVEN HUG HIS KID TO MAKE HIM FEEL BETTER??

HIS FACE, OMG

HIS FACE SCREAMS: DEAR GOD WHAT IS HAPPENING HOW DO I MAKE IT STOP 

LWJ IS DYING INSIDE

AND HE KIND OF WANTS TO DIE OUTSIDE

(There’s one guy who kinda takes pity on him and was like, ah, he’s your first kid, huh? I was like that with MY first kid but now i know everything after my wife gave a few more births. It’s a learning process!)

And ohoho, boy, does lwj learn (later, after horrible horrible things happen)

Secondly, WWX IS HAVING THE TIME OF HIS LIFE WATCHING ALL OF THIS UNFOLD BEFORE HIM

HIS SMILE IS HEART-STOPPINGLY BEAUTIFUL

HE’S STIFLING GIGGLES

IT’S SO CUTE I WANNA DIE

Finally, wwx takes pity on poor lan zhan

I would like to point out that he takes pity on lan zhan only after  the crowd of Judgy Parents start asking A-Yuan where his mother is

And like, i don’t want to fall into the pit of heteronormativity and stereotypical gender roles, BUT THAT’S HILARIOUS

Wwx: Lan zhan!

Lwj looks up and the world fades away when he sees wwx, with his cute little smile, making his way towards him in slo-mo

Like, literally slow motion and literally the world fades away until basically only wwx is in focus, THIS IS HOW LWJ SEES WWX ALL THE TIME, OMG IT’S AMAZING

AND OF COURSE ~THEIR SONG~ IS PLAYING IN THE BACKGROUND

I’M SCREAMING, EVERYTHING IS GREAT

LWJ STARES AT HIM WITH SUCH YEARNING

And even when they’re right in front of each other, they KEEP STARING AT EACH OTHER, SOAKING UP EACH OTHER’S PRESENCE

WHICH I LOVE, but also there’s a crying child right there maybe take care of him??

Wwx: lan zhan, what a coincidence! What are you doing i yiling?

WHAT DO YOU THINK HE’S DOING IN YILING, WWX

IT’S NOT LIKE HIS SOULMATE LIVES AROUND THAT AREA OR ANYTHING

Lwj: night hunt. Passing by.

Short and sweet and to the point

I’m convinced it’s because his brain has short-circuited from the double whammy of Accidental Child Acquisition and OMG My Beautiful Soulmate is With Me and Smiling

Lwj: ....this child

Wwx: ah, yes, this is MY son

I read a post on tumblr that says the actual translation of that line was more like “ah, yes, i gave birth to this child”

Which would explain lwj’s absolutely stunned and confused expression

I mean, the fact that he doesn’t immediately dismiss this as the nonsense that it is, is absolutely HILARIOUS to me

Like, for a split second there he honestly believed wwx??

He must’ve been like, wait, is this a side effect of demonic cultivation??!?!?

That doesn’t sound right but i don’t know enough about demonic cultivation to dispute it

But then wwx starts giggling at him which gives away the game

Wwx: hey, lan zhan, what did you do? Why is a-yuan crying?

Lwj: I didn’t do anything

Wwx: ah, i see what happened. Lan zhan, as pretty as you look, you still have resting bitch face. 

(no for real, wwx called him pretty, i died a little when i heard him say it and i’m pretty sure lwj did too)

Wwx: a-yuan doesn’t know any better so of course he’d look at you and start crying!!

Lwj stares at a-yuan (who is now clinging adorably to wwx) and you can see in his face that his New Life Mission is to get A-Yuan to Like Him.

It is IMPERATIVE that this small child Like Him. Not for any particular reason, of course. But this Must happen.

Even if it means having to go to an Ancient Fantasy China plastic surgeon to get his resting bitch face problem resolved

THANK GOD WE DON’T HAVE TO RESORT TO THAT

Wwx kneels down to comfort a-yuan and lwj watches him interact with this small child and VISIBLY SWALLOWS before looking away

Like it was too much cute to handle

Like oh shit, i want wwx’s children

Like oh shit, i want to be a dad???

GUYS WE SEE THE EXACT MOMENT LWJ REALIZES HE WANTS KIDS

THANK YOU WORLD FOR BLESSING US WITH THIS MOMENT

Okay, quiz time! 

How do we make a small child stop crying?

Answer - Distraction!

What is the best distraction for a small child?

Answer - TOYS

Wwx pulls a-yuan to a toy stall 

The music here gets all upbeat and playful. (In fact, it’s the same music that played in the ‘flower petals rain on LWJ’ scene in The One where NHS is Total Cockblock omg i just had to reference my own guide to make sure that was the right episode lol this is exactly why i’m making this). I love this music!!

So they admire the toys and wwx picks up one of them and is like, do you like this one?

A-yuan of course says yes bc all kids love toys

Then wwx is like, cool, and proceeds to drag a-yuan away from the toy stall without the toy

SAD FACE A-YUAN :(

Lwj sees Sad Face A-Yuan and does the Lan Clan version of running (aka lengthening his strides and quickening his steps slightly)

Lwj: wei ying, why didn’t you buy it for him?

Dude, he sounds almost accusatory here, it’s GREAT

Wwx: ??? why should I???

Lwj: you asked him if he wanted it, doesn’t that mean you’re going to buy it?

Wwx: asking is asking, buying is buying. Who says i have to buy something just because i asked about it?

Wwx, lwj has a point tho. It’s kinda mean to lead a kid on like that 

And here lwj sounds all hesitant (and shy?? maybe??) like he doesn’t want to scare a-yuan again. He looks at him briefly

Lwj: which one...do you want.

Then when a-yuan doesn’t immediately burst into tears, he speaks more confidently.

Lwj: among those, which one did you want?

And a-yuan points to the toy he wants with all the confidence small children have when  they know they’re about to get exactly what they want

Omg, lwj looks at wwx as soon as he sees which toy a-yuan wants

It’s a look that says I’M GETTING THIS CHILD A TOY AND YOU CAN’T STOP ME

And wwx just beams at him like a ray of sunshine!! HE’S MELTING INSIDE, YOU CAN TELL

HE’S ALL LIKE, OMG LAN ZHAN IS SO SWEET WITH CHILDREN

OMG LAN ZHAN WOULD BE A GREAT DAD

OMG I WANT LAN ZHAN TO CO-DAD A-YUAN WITH ME

Cut to a-yuan gleefully playing with his new toys 

He and wwx are play fighting with cute little wooden swords and it’s SO ADORABLE I’M GONNA DIE

And lwj watches them for moment with the FONDEST LOOK ON HIS FACE

A-yuan notices that lwj is there again and immediately ditches wwx to cling to lwj’s leg

Smart, kid, smart

Butter up the rich guy who makes wwx smile

Wwx laughs: lan zhan, congrats! My kid likes you! He only hugs the legs of his favorite people and then never lets go

Lwj: *internally probably* i wish YOU’D hug me and never let me go

Also

YES! LIFE MISSION COMPLETE. WWX’S CHILD LIKES ME

Wwx: you should ditch your night hunt and have a meal with me

Lwj: a meal?

Lwj: *internally probably* OMG DID HE JUST ASK ME OUT ON A DATE?? AND HE CALLED ME PRETTY EARLIER??? TODAY IS THE BEST DAY

He then pretends to hesitate bc YOU GOTTA PLAY IT COOL

CAN’T CLUE HIM IN ON HOW DESPERATELY YOU WANT TO KEEP HIM WITH YOU FOREVER

BE COOL, LWJ, BE COOL, BE COOL

Wwx: c’mon, we hardly see each other! We can reminisce about the old days! It’ll be my treat~!

Wwx what, YOU HAVE NO MONEY WHAT ARE YOU EVEN SAYING

Wwx grabs lwj’s arm and drags him away

Lwj’s brain rn: !!!!!!!!!!!!!!

But they run off WITHOUT A-YUAN??

Good thing a-yuan is quick on his feet, god damn

AND THAT’S THE END OF ONE OF THE BESTEST EPISODES OF THE SHOW

GOD I NEEDED THIS AFTER THE HELLSCAPE OF LAST EPISODE WHERE EVERYONE MADE ME ANGRY

And lets give a round of applause to our precious adorable A-Yuan who somehow managed to latch on to the one person in the entire town that is completely head over heels in love with wwx and who wwx has been pining for since their sad separation in the rain.

FOUR FOR YOU, A-YUAN. YOU GO, A-YUAN!!

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[goth-girlfriend]

Heyy could I get a matchup please? I’m a pansexual non binary person excepting and loving to all, I have short black hair and I am 5’1. Tbh I’m more interested in the 1A boys but I do love all the pro hero’s and the villains too. I can be shy at first but once you get to know me I can be very chaotic and alt. I’m very open minded and understanding no matter what your situation is and I am very patient, I rarely get angry. I also do a lot of art from pairing to potter and photography, I love to try new things. I also love your work so much and I hope your doing well 💕

Thank you! 🥰 It means a lot! I hope your doing week in this time ☺️💙 sorry it took over a month 😅 but! I’ll make it up to you! And! The other four waiting....and the few in my inbox! Well! I hope you like it!

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✨Denki✨

Kaminari, you wouldn’t think five inches is enough for him to look down and bully you about your height. But...honestly? You couldn’t be mad at it considering it’s what made your friendship with the blonde bloom.

Then again, when you first met him you were kind of a wreck and didn’t have the guts to tell him, “I’m not an arm rest stop leaning on my shoulder.” Instead you let it be, fidgeting fingers and looking ahead until her smiled brightly at you, “SHORT FRIENDS ARE GREAT!” he looked down at you eyes closed, “I should keep you around more.”

Well, after that you were adopted by, THE BAKUSQUAD! Bakugo not really caring, but when Kirishima and Denki followed him around he always made sure to grab you and drag you with them, because “I WAS SCARED AND PANICKED! I DIDN’T WANNA BE ALONE!”

So, for the first and second week he treated you like a quiet kid, mostly starting conversation until you got into a comfortable groove, and he almost died seeing how you really turned out. YOU started to bully him, when he entered his short circuit, the jokes you made, but still, you took care of him making sure he didn’t get into trouble or hurt. At times you’d become a bit impulsive and your chaotic side came out.

“MOVE! IM GONNA DO IT!” You screamed “Y/n! NO! I LIKE YOU BETTER ALIVE!” He screamed. Silence, you moved your head, trying to pull back, but no luck, your eyes moved in panic looking at Denki, his own eyes wide before he started laughing. You tried to move your head regretting it instantly. Your right hand came up, forefinger and thumb pulling at your tongue that was now stuck to the pole you had made victim to your weird antics. “mm thuck.”

you have great goofy moments together, but the moment he hears Bakugo screaming and silence, and then he hears you screaming? Hah, no. All relations are canceled/expired/rejected/blocked/denied/gone. He likes being alive, and right now, you were a threat to his life, so “Oh, uh yeah I got a thing to do in the other ro-“ RUN

he’s more than great full to have you around, your patient with him when he just can’t do something but he’s determined to. Like the month he dragged you of the dorms every night, because “IM GOING TO GET THROUGH THIS HAUNTED HOUSE WITHOUT SCREAMING.” The haunted house opened the first of October, and ended on Halloween, it was terrible, at one point he passed out, another frothed at the mouth, his screams were priceless, he clung to you more than a few times crying about being scared. Decked a few jump scare people, and at least twice went into Pikachu self defense mode and electrocuted the groups of workers around the two of you at least twice. Honestly, you were surprised they let you both keep coming back. But the last day, he managed to only let out squeaks and squeeze your arm and hands but he did it. Thirty one long nights of walking the same halls, jump scares, and voids, mesmerizing the right way of the maze, you mad wit out fine, he was only slightly shook.

Art? Denki doesn’t get it, claimed he can’t draw to save his life and when you watched him try you believed him, BUT THE COMPLETE AND UTTER SHOCK WHEN YOU FOUND OUT HE WAS BASICALLY AN ART MAJOR WHEN HE SHORT CIRCUITED..... you started saving his drawings and sketches, and then you’d show him and he’d be impressed, but completely denies that he ever did it. “Nope, you got the wrong guy, you’ve seen me, I can’t draw a circle.” But he loves to watch you paint, and take photos, but don’t take him to wildlife sets with you. He will get hired of waiting for birds and throw himself on the grass and start sighing loudly and rolling around, “Nothings coming y/n!” “MAYBE IF YOU SHUT UP THE BIRDS WOULDNT FLY AWAY LIKE ITS THE END OF THE WORLD!” Silence, you can definitely feel him staring you, “Well that’s just rude.... you scared off the only bird that was actually here.” Pottery? He watched you, and he wanted to try, the first time he ended up slinging clay everywhere, second he can’t keep his hands still enough, the third time you took pity and ended up like the cheesiest movie scene, but, you were behind him guiding his hands, he became a flustered mess and crushed the almost pot when you spoke to him and he felt your breath on his shoulder. He was blushing and flustered and then started apologizing for ruining the pot... in the end you both together did make a lopsided pot, it now sits in your room, home to your shared black prince succulent. When you brought it home he made anyone who would listen come see his first pot and new child.

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“Y/n?” You heard knocking and groaned getting up off your bed to open your door.

“I brought someone else to meet prince...” the look you gave him was one of ‘Are you sERIOUS?’

You closed your door a bit to look at the digital clock that was hanging just above your desk, 1:37 in the morning...

“It couldn’t wait till sun up?” You asked eyes kinda squinty as the hall light started to flood into your room now that you opened the door wider to let whoever in.

“It’s important everyone knows my new son!” He stepped in and you moved and plopped onto your desk chair.

“Alright, but be careful, you bruised one of his petals last time.” You stretched and looked at your abandoned school work, you looked at it reading the question you had struggled on, and by some miracle, being half groggy and half awake, you read it and the answer came to you. You started to write it down before you forgot. And you were so proud of yourself, until you heard the feminine voice.

“Kaminari, you’re an idiot.” And then a slightly muffled laugh.

You didn’t have a problem with Jiro, in fact you liked her as a friend, she was nice, had good taste in music, bullied Denki with you sometimes, friendly and you’ve never seen her angry or get snobbish with anyone. She was laid back and cool.

But, one thing you didn’t like, was the fact she was slowly becoming the center of Denki’s flirting. Jealous? Nahh....well....no.... maybe a little? Nope, nah that’s not it.......okay yeah.

“Y/n Chan! Jiro is bullying me.” He came and shook you by your shoulders pulling you from staring at your school work.

You turned your head to look up at him. “What?” You asked.

“She called me an idiot.” He pouted and closed his eyes.

You laughed and dropped a hand onto his head, after he kneeled to plead you defend him, “Oh Denki, if you want me to disagree it’s gonna be a long night.”

He pouted at your words but sighed in defeat, until the next words came, “So (y/n), if Denki’s son is in your room does that make you the mother of his son?”

You looked at Jiro a faint blush tinting your cheeks as you registered what she said. You gave a few quiet laughs but before you could say anything Denki became a stuttering flustered mess. Catching both of you and pulling you both out of the conversation that almost started.

“Well! (Y/n)! Well go! A Princess does need her beauty sleep!” He winked at you as he left in a hurry, Jiro just quirked a brow before she told you good night and you returned it as she left. You yawned and got back into bed, before your phone buzzed and you cursed, but the blush on your cheeks wirsned at the flirty text you’d gotten from Denki, you’d think you’d gotten used to it already, but maybe the feelings you thought you’d pushed away never really left the surface.

‘Good night princess 😉 Don’t forget to dream about me 💛’

Cringe yes, but that’s literally the best flirting line he has. Apparently getting comfortable with Denki meant he was comfortable flirting with you 24/7, no hesitation. And you enjoyed the attention and flirted back with him, but things kinda changed when Jiro started to give him attention too.

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“Mornin’ babe,” you yawned at Denki’s greeting and gave a wave and small smile as you walked to a table and plopped down. You didn’t get much sleep, you finished your homework so now you had the weekend free, but what were you going to do? You stared at the empty table in front of you thinking about nothing, head empty, until Mina came and sat across from you, “So babe huh? Is it official!” She whisper screamed.

“Pfft, just about as official as me being All Might.” You had a small smile, small but genuine. “Boooooooo.” She pouted, “I have my own theories but I really want to tell you this one, soooo! Bakusquad girls day! But... just you and I. Get ready let’s go!”

So, after deciding you’d buy something to eat instead of cooking you got ready and then both you and Mina set off to talk theories and what’s really going on in her head. “So, I think he wants something serious but since you guys joke so much I think he thinks he’s in the friend zone and don’t even deny it I know you like him, I’ve seen the way you smile at all his stupid jokes even I don’t laugh at all of them and I try to be nice. Plus the way you loook a Jiro is enough to show your jealous but he doesn’t see that, I’m pretty sure he thinks you just don’t like her humor or something, but from what I’ve seen your good friends with her when Denki isn’t around so that lets me believe your jealous of his attention going to someone else. Soooo, what do you say? What do you think? And I think he’s trying with Jiro because you guys kinda have similar personalities and hair cuts? Well not really but you know? When your in love you call broccoli Midoriya and a grenade Bakugo but that’s a different story, so? What do you think?” You just stared at her, the takoyaki had with your toothpick just to far from your lips as you wondered if she was right. A shot smile pulled at your lips as you looked down and closed your eyes to let out a sigh, “Well, I won’t say your wrong, I’ve done lot of things but being in denial has never been one of them. I’m not going to confess or anything but I do have one question.” You looked at Mina through the corner of your eyes while your face was still pointed to the ground. “Yes!” She cheered and nodded looking at you with a big smile, “If this is about a plan I’ve got it all figured out so don’t worry!”

You shook your head and faced her completely, “Nope! Keep the plan well use it later but, if I do something about this Denki thing you have to so something about tape boy.” Mina became flustered at your words but nodded, “well, your first lady she smacked you back causing you to slightly choke on the Takoyaki you’d finally started to eat, after catching your breath and wondering around for a bit you both talked it out and it’s go time.

****

The next morning you started the plan (titled by Mina) “Seducing Pikachu” Taking a deep breath you readied yourself to take your flirting next level, he called you babe you had to call him daddy, he gave you a hug you pulled his face down to peck his cheek, he draped an arm over your shoulders you had snuggle closer and hug his waist, he tried to tease you by taking your hand you can’t pull away, in stead you interlock fingers and squeeze, if he leaned into your ear to whisper something you can’t push him away. And we’re you ready? No, in fact you felt queasy, and like you had to bathroom, but with a shove from Mina you entered the kitchen and like usual “Good morning babe!” And the usual flirty wink, but this time instead of getting flustered or yawing you locked eye contact and with everything you had, “Mornin Daddy.” You smiled at him and walked to the fridge to try and occupy yourself. In the background you heard Mineta screaming about the name daddy. You looked at Denki with the same smile after grabbing a juice and he was flustered, red cheeks and it looked like his hair had fluffed up a bit. It’s working! You waved at him and walked to the common room and sat down on one edge and looked at the tv, it was playing some show about volleyball. Jiro came and sat across from you on the other sofa joining you and a few others in watching this show, right now, the only empty seats are the spot next to you on the love seat, or the two seats beside Jiro. He sat by you and was strangely quiet, oh gave him a smile when he turned to look a you, he smiled and looked at the tv, after an hour or two your hands began fiddling with the juice in your lap and you felt a tug at your hand, you felt Denki place his hand on yours usually you’d pull away and punch his shoulder, but this time. You didn’t take your eyes of the tv when your intertwined your fingers and squeezed his hand. You brought your other hand and squeezed his hand between both of yours and snuggled closer to his side and laid your head against his shoulder, he tensed a bit then relaxed quickly. He laid his head on yours and you eyed Mina real quick, you gave you a thumbs up and you motioned to Sero with your eyes and she stopped and pouted. After another hour you started to get up and pull away from Denki. You felt a hand pull at yours and you looked at Denki, “Where are you going?” You titled your head, “Gonna go buy lunch maybe.” He looked up at you still holding your hand, “Don’t leave me.” He said, “Come with me then.” You gave his arm a tug and without second thought he jumped up outside you were cool, but inside, you were going ballistic, inside you were nothing like usual, you were honestly so surprised that this plan was working, with your attention he didn’t even pay attention to Jiro,,,, were you really jealous?

Getting to a ramen place you both sat down and filled our sheets with your orders, casually sitting in silence your phone dinged, “So.... did he confess? Or do women really have to do all the work, 🙄, Sero didn’t understand what I meant until I- never mind, how’s it going?”

You smiled at the message and shook your head.

Denki being curious why you were smiling tried to peek, “Mina is trying to confess to Sero and she says he’s an idiot.” You smiled and turned to Denki explaining before he could see.

“Yeah, I didn’t wanna say anything sometimes Sero isn’t the smartest.”

You felt a smile pulling at your lips, “Yeah, I know someone else who is just the same.” You propped your elbows on the table and placed your chin on your palms. He did the same and pushed his cheeks so they looked chubby against his palms.

“Kaminari,” you called his name in a chirpy tune with a smile, he closed his eyes and smiled before he said your name in the same way.

****

“How good are you at noticing small things?” I asked and tilted my head. “Hmmm, did you grow out your hair?” His head tilted, and he smiled.

“No? It’s been this short for a while.” I dropped my arms flat against the table palms up, “try again.”

“Yooouuuu,,,, are wearing contacts?” He asked. “I’m not blind.”

“Yoouuuuu.....are trying a different Boba?” “No... well yes, but not what I’m talking about......try one more time and I’ll give you a hint if you can’t guess.”

He nodded and squinted at me looking like he was concentrating hard.

“I know!” He took my hands in his and squeezed them, I felt my heart start to race, “You’re fingers are cold, the tips are turning reddish.”

I smiled and looked away and licked my top lip trying to not laugh, “That wasn’t it but a good guess.”

“Then what is it?” He asked pouting.

“Close your eyes.” I said and waved a hand, he nodded and then closed them, I placed my finger tips on the left side of his jaw and tried to pull him closer, after getting him halfway across the table I leaned forward and lightly pressed my lips against his cheek.

I pulled away, and moved my hand away from his jaw.

“I...so think you should try again, I didn’t get the hint.” He looked away with a bush slowly becoming prominent on his cheek.

I smiled and shook my head, silence fell over us as I shifted around, “Another hint huh?”

“Maybe just one... or two... or a few....” he still didn’t look at me hands now fiddling together.

“You know, for a flirt you sure do get nervous when someone actually makes a move on you.”

“Heh, yeah.” He was smiling but not looking at me, “Sooo, when?”

“Do you remember the day, you got sick and made me baby you for a whole week? It was that Thursday, you feel asleep on my chest, and I held you and had to pull the blanket off, I realized then, how much I cared about you, and how much I’m willing to do to make sure you’re okay. I realized how much I love your terrible jokes and cheesy pick up lines, your warm hugs and the face times late into the night, and the movie nights passing out at three in the morning and rushing to class when we woke up late. Holing your hand when you were scared, and bullying Bakugo, honestly, I wouldn’t wanna die at the hands of Bakugo with anyone else. I’m not saying I love you or anything, but if this is what falling for someone feels like...I don’t not like it, especially when it’s you.” I looked out the window we sat by and could feel his stare, I looked at him through the corner of my eye.

“I wouldn’t want to be murdered with anyone else.” He held his hand out and I tilted my head to look at him, I took placed my hand on his and he smiled, before he shifted his fingers and closed them around mine. I smiled and closed my fingers squeezing his hand.

“So? Are you going to ask?” He said.

I felt my brows furrow, “Ask?”

“Ask me to be your boyfriend.” His smile widened.

“You’re supposed to ask me!” I scolded and shook our hands.

He tucked his head between his shoulders, “okay okay, fine.... now you’re going to wait because you yelled at me.”

***

“Y/n!” I turned to look for the person who called my name, “yeah?” I asked and pulled my blanket tighter, the Christmas season was here and I was freezing on the sofa.

“Come look! The snows falling again! And the it’s pretty on the blossoms that are still around.”

“Fine.” I grumbled and stood up, I walked to the second floor windows and looked out. Sero, Denki, Kirishima and Bakugo were all outside, I could hear Katsuki screaming at them while the ran around dropping things on the floor.

They all stopped and moved away as Bakugo screamed at them and took off his gloves, it looked like he was grumbling something until Denki slung an arm I’ve this shoulders, Bakugo brought up his hand causing sparks and Denki to smile nervously before patting his shoulder and moving his arm off.

Mina tapped on the window and they looked at us, we waved when three of the four waved. Denki turned to Bakugo and with a simple blast a chain reaction started and lit up a circle, inside the circle were the words made in very sparse but still pretty blossoms, “will u be mine?” Your phone began to ring and you answered it.

“So, after two months of non official dating, will you be mine?”

You smiled, “Yes, Kaminari, yes.” You swallowed and over the phone you heard cheering and watched to em high five minus Bakugo who was pulling his gloves back on. That night, you spent under the blue keys you two piled high, his head on your chest, and you kissed his head running your fingers through his hair, “I love listening to your heart, it’s pretty, like you.” Your take his face in your hands and kiss his lips or forehead, and eventually would change spots, still cuddling to keep the warmth and love between you while the rest of the world was slipping into sleep or madness.

✨🤍🖤🤍🤍💙🤍🤍🖤🤍✨

I hope you have a good day, and remember to stay hydrated 💙

[got7-poetry]

Eternity

Pairing: Bambam X Jungkook

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Smut

Word count: 7,615

Summary: Jungkook meets the most stunning looking man he has ever seen and falls for him, hard.

Warnings: Oral sex, anal sex, anal fingering, starvation, sleep deprivation, lots of crying, unnecessary amounts of love, attempt at some amount of humour

[a/n]: This is my first ever GOT7 fic so please be kind :) I have a BTS blog as well that you can check out, this fic is also posted there: @bts-poetry. I hope you enjoy it!

The rows of colourful, flashy clothing in front of Jungkook did little to ease his tension. Jungkook hated shopping for clothes that weren't cargo pants and oversized t shirts, all in black, of course. But his best friend had decided to host a big party to let idols mingle and get to know eachother and he insisted that Jungkook also come, even though he really didn't want to.

Being such a fancy event, he realised he didn't have anything appropriate for the setting and went out to a luxury mall is Seoul that idols like him visited often. He stepped inside the first store that looked appealing, not that he cared about the price of anything, being one of few people his age who held a black card. The racks of jackets and shirts covered in sequins and glitter left him dazed.

He picked one shirt in a deep red colour that looked moderately sober along with a pair of plain black pants and a black embroidered blazer and was heading for the changing rooms when a man clad in the most outrageous outfit Jungkook had ever seen, stepped out.

The man in question wore a black suit covered in gold crystal work and black skinny jeans along with white heeled boots and a thick Cuban link chain around his neck. His silver blond hair was styled perfectly, as if he was to step on to a runway immediately. He twirled around, checking his outfit out in a mirror nearby as the shop staff complimented his choice.

Jungkook was shocked to say the least. He had never seen a man as beautiful as the one in front of him. He knew that the man was probably a model or something but he was so incredibly captivating that Jungkook couldn't help but stare. It was when one of the staff told him that the dressing room was free, that he snapped out of his trance and hurried away.

The outfit fit Jungkook well, he had to admit, the pants defining his storing thighs nicely. He stepped out of the room to look in one of the big mirrors when he heard someone clapping. Jungkook turned around to see the man from before sitting on one of the couches that was scattered around the store. He was holding a glass of champagne in one hand, courtesy of the staff with one leg folded over the other.

"That blazer looks nice on you" The silver haired man commented. He stood up and made his was towards Jungkook and pulled on the lapels of his blazer, smoothing them in place. He walked away for a moment before returning with a pair of Louboutins and Jungkook wordlessly put them on. While he was tying the laces, the man got him a simple chain with a pendant made up of two snakes and fastened it around his neck.

"What do you think?" The man asked, standing behind Jungkook as he stared at himself in the mirror. The few odd corrections that the man made including fixing his collar and getting him a new belt really brought the look together.

"It looks great, thank you.." Jungkook trailed off. He realised he didn't even know the name of the man in front of him.

"I'm Bambam, nice to meet you" The man offered his hand which Jungkook accepted. He knew he had heard the name somewhere and took a moment to recall it.

"You're the rapper from GOT7, right? I'm Jungkook, the pleasure's all mine" He said with a small smile. Bambam nodded, affirming his suspicions and confirming that he was in fact the famous Thai rapper who had taken over the K-pop industry with his charming personality and stunning looks.

"I saw you staring earlier. See anything you like?" Bambam winked and twirled around once more, showing off his outfit. Jungkook felt his throat go dry suddenly as he admired the sliver of Bambam's exposed chest that he saw due to the lack of shirt material to cover that position of his body.

"I've never been a person who dresses super flashily so I was just surprised when I saw you in that jacket" Jungkook muttered, scratching the back of his neck. Bambam gasped, feigning offence.

"Are you calling me flashy?" He questioned Jungkook who didn't know how to reply. He didn't mean to offend Bambam, the words just came out wrong. The confused expression on Jungkook's face made Bambam chuckle.

"I'm just kidding, I'm well aware that I'm flashy but I like to think of it as being 'extra'" Bambam replied before turning his wrist to check his watch.

"I'm so sorry, I have a meeting to attend in half an hour and I need to bill all this stuff so I'll see you around?" Bambam didn't want for a reply before rushing off, leaving Jungkook in a mix of emotions. No man had ever taken Jungkook's breath away like this. He was quite the talker and loved flirting with hot men and women. People were usually intimated by his aura. Bambam on the other hand seemed completely unbothered by it.

After paying for all the clothes, Jungkook headed home, his mind still stuck on the silver haired man and his beautiful voice. He thought of Bambam's plump lips and definitely hoped to see him around. Jungkook looked him up that night and listened to a few songs of his. Not only was Bambam incredibly good looking, he was a really good musician too.

A week later, Jungkook found himself surrounded by friends and strangers at the party he had been dreading to go to. He was sipping on his third champagne of the night and couldn't wait for it all to get over. Taehyung, his band mate and best friend dragged him to meet some friends an Jungkook was forced to oblige.

"Hey guys, this is Jungkook, my best friend and out golden maknae" He introduced Jungkook to a tall man with a light tan and two moles on his eye. Jungkook bowed to greet the man who introduced himself as JB.

"Yugyeom! Go call Bam and Youngjae" JB shouted to a guy who looked about Jungkook's age but was incredibly tall and fair. He returned with two other men, one of whom looked familiar to Jungkook. Bambam smirked at Jungkook as JB introduced them to one another.

"Jungkook, this is Bambam, Yugyeom and Youngjae. Three of you, this is Jungkook" He said before stepping away to let the four of them to get to know each other. Jungkook found out he had a lot in common with Yugyeom. Aside from being the maknaes, both of them shared a love for traditional Korean food and bowling.

Youngjae was a fun and bubbly guy. His laugh was absolutely contagious and Jungkook couldn't help but laugh along to the bad jokes that he made. Bambam stayed oddly quiet during the whole conversation till Yugyeom and Youngjae were called away by Shownu of MONSTA X for a photo.

"Not going to say anything to me, are you?" Bambam asked. Jungkook didn't know what to say for the millionth time. He never knew what to say around Bambam and he had only met the man twice.

"Dance with me?" Bambam offered and Jungkook just nodded dumbly. Bambam turned around to let his back rest against Jungkook's chest before placing his hands on his waist. They both danced to the beat, Bambam more confident than Jungkook as he sang off key to the songs being played.

Jungkook's hands stayed put exactly where Bambam placed them, making the silver haired man annoyed. He turned around to look Jungkook in the eye.

"Are you interested or is it just me?" Bambam asked frankly and Jungkook's brain short-circuited. His mouth opened but no words came out and Bambam looked at the man, defeated, before walking away.

It took Jungkook a few minutes to process what happened but he chased after Bambam the moment he did. He looked for the shorter man everywhere but he seemed to have gone missing. Feeling disheartened, Jungkook made his way to the roof of the building to catch some fresh air.

When he reached their, he spotted a familiar gold jacket. Bambam was sitting alone, staring at the night sky. Jungkook quietly sat down next to him and placed his hand over the other's hand.

"I'm sorry I'm not good with words. I've just never seen someone as stunning as you and you just take my breath away. Yes, I'm interested. I would love to get to know you" Jungkook said, refusing to look Bambam in the eyes.

"You're such an idiot" Bambam said before holding Jungkook's face in his hands and crashing their lips together. Jungkook froze for a second but he wasn't going to mess up again and kissed back with fervour. The made out for god-knows-how-long before calling it a night. Jungkook dropped Bambam back to his place since his band mates had already left.

"You're picking me up at 7pm tomorrow" Bambam said as he stepped out of the car.

"I am?" Jungkook questioned. They hadn't spoken of going out on a date but apparently Bambam had decided of his own that they are.

Jungkook made sure to finish his entire schedule by six the next day and rushed back to the dorms to get ready. He spent half his time deciding whag to wear and settled on a pair of jeans, a button up and a bomber jacket all in black.

He quickly fixed his hair and put on some of his favourite perfume before searching for his favourite earrings and putting them on. A little bit of foundation and eyeshadow later, he threw on his black Balenciaga's and ran out the front door.

He reached Bambam's building by 6:55 and waited for him to come down. At dot seven, the man in question emerged and Jungkook's jaw dropped. Bambam wore a black t shirt with skinny jeans, silver heeled boots, a white, brown and blue bomber jacket and a pair of tinted sunglasses. Layers of chains dangled around his slim neck. His hair was styled perfectly and not a single strand of hair was out of place. He smiled at Jungkook as he opened the door of the car and sat down next to him.

"Is there something on my face?" Bambam asked, a smug smile on his face. The question made Jungkook realise that he was staring. He just shook his head, too shy to speak. Bambam looked annoyed at the lack of a reply.

"Will you keep quiet the entire time? I'd much rather go on a date with a bottle of wine if that's the case. At least that would be more interesting" Bambam said with a sad chuckle.

"You can't blame me for not being able to say anything because it's your fault. You need to stop being so perfect for a few minutes for my brain to make cohesive sentences unless you enjoy watching me make a fool of myself" Bambam burst out laughing and that caused a light blush to coat Jungkook's cheeks.

Dinner was a lot of fun. The boys went to a fine dining restaurant and ordered fancy food that was really expensive and not that tasty. After having eaten almost no food and having spent a lot of money, Jungkook suggested to head to a local ramyun shop where they ended up feasting on some cheap kimchi ramyun and two bottles of soju.

"I've never had a date like that. I'm telling you that ramyun place is a hundred times better than the stupid restaurant" Both of them were tipsy but neither was drunk. The liquid courage allowed Jungkook to open up a bit in front of Bambam

"I decided to take you there cause you look like someone why likes to be wine and dined. I'm never taking you out for dinner again, we'll just ordered take out and watch movies" Jungkook muttered making Bambam laugh.

Jungkook could swear on his life that he had never heard anything as beautiful as the silver haired boy's laugh. He had heard some of the best singers in the world thanks to his profession but the way he felt butterflies in his stomach at the sound was surreal.

"I love the gesture but make sure to read the Yelp review before taking me out next time. Also take out and movies sounds better to me. How about we do that tomorrow?" Bambam suggested.

"Calm down, I've literally known you for three days and you're already sounding desperate, geez" Jungkook joked. Deep down he knew that he was just as desperate to meet Bambam. He wanted to see that man everyday of his life. Jungkook had never felt so special in his life the way he did with Bambam.

"Hey, don't lie, you also want to see me. You make me laugh and you're unimaginably cute so I want to hang out with you but you're also really hot and I really want a bit of that ass so I want to date you" Bambam said, his voice a mix of humour and uncertainty.

"First of all, I never thought you'd like my ads that much, but I'm flattered. Second of all, it's me who is getting your ass, not the other way round" Both the men giggled like school girls as they walked back home. They had decided to ditch the car since the weather was cool and the night was beautiful.

"So tomorrow my place at six. Don't be late" Jungkook gave Bambam a gentle kiss on the lips but before he could turn around to leave, Bambam gripped the collar of Jungkook's jacket and pulled him back in, kissing him harshly. By the time both of them pulled away, they were breathless, their lips red and swollen.

At dot six the next day, Jungkook rang the bell outside Bambam's apartment. He had arrived five minutes early and waited outside so that he wouldn't be late. The door unlocked and Bambam let Jungkook in. The latter took off his shoes and took a moment to admire the house.

Bambam's house was a lot like his personality, unpredictable. It was a weird juxtaposition of loud and minimalistic. The main colour palette was made up of blacks and whites but the cat beds were all bright colours. Bambam's many cats sauntered around the living room and the man bent down to pet them every now and then.

Bambam was dressed in what Jungkook called the "casual bam" look. He wore a plain blue turtle neck sweater with large circle thin rimmed glasses and black track pants.

Jungkook had involuntarily matched the outfit, himself dressed in a black turtleneck sweater and black track pants. He helped Bambam carry the bowls of popcorn and chips along with bottles of soju and glasses to the center table in the living room. A large TV covered one wall of the room and a large sofa sat facing it.

"Pick whatever you want to watch, I don't really care" Bambam said before heading back inside. Jungkook scrolled through the films and chose 'Avengers: Age of Ultron' because it was one of his favourite movies of all time. Bambam returned shortly after with a few flyers from local take out places.

"What are you in the mood for?" The silver haired man asked. Looking through the flyers, Jungkook found what he was looking for. Chimaek or chicken and maekju (Korean beer) was one of Jungkook's favourite food combinations.

"How about some chimaek" Jungkook asked and Bambam nodded enthusiastically, saying that he loved the combination. Unfortunately there was no beer at home so Bambam ordered some from the chicken place itself and called up his security guard to pick it up to maintain his privacy.

The two men started watching the film, sitting on either ends of the small couch but as the movie went on, the distance between them reduced. At some point Bambam grabbed a fluffy blanket and threw it over both of them. By the end of the night, Bambam say with his head against Jungkook's chest and the latter's hand wrapped around the smaller man.

"You're really beautiful, you know?" Bambam whispered. Jungkook couldn't resist and placed a small kiss on the smaller man's forehead. Bambam closed his eyes tightly at the action and let out a sigh.

"Maybe but you're the most beautiful person I have ever seen in my life" Jungkook confessed. They may have only known each other for a few days but were falling for each other so quickly that they couldn't believe it themselves.

Despite really wanting to stay over, Jungkook returned to the dorms that night. They both took a moment to speak about what was going on between them and realised that things were happening too quickly. They promised each other that they would take their time to get to know each other before going further.

Even though their busy schedules left them exhausted and without much free time, they had found a rhythm that worked. They met often and went out for dates. It could be as fancy as bar dates at high profile places to as simple as cuddling in bed, reading together.

Every moment Jungkook spent with Bambam, he felt alive in a way he never hand felt before. Even at the young age of 23, Jungkook was always busy with no time for himself. But Bambam changed everything. Through the silver haired man, Jungkook found a part of himself he had buried deep down within. Bambam made him want to be a better person.

Bambam on the other hand felt like he had found his light. As fun loving and carefree as Bambam was, he had a dark side of him full of insecurities and secrets. That part of him ate him on the inside, it made him feel alone and undeserving. But Jungkook made him feel loved, wanted, appreciated.

They both had completed each other as if they were two puzzles with a single missing piece and somehow they fit into each other perfectly. They were meant for each other, it felt like the universe wanted that too.

It was a cozy mid spring evening and Jungkook had decided that he wanted nothing more than to play some music on the speaker in his living room and dance with Bambam. The silver haired man liked the idea and agreed, tapping his feet to the beat, still dressed in pajamas from a day of lazing around.

Things weren't sexual at all between the two men. Jungkook played peppy numbers from both of their discographies like "Attack on Bangtan", "Never Ever", "Go Go" and "Thursday", songs meant to be mindlessly fun.

In those moments, as the diminishing sunlight fell on Bambam's ecstatic face, Jungkook knew that he was deeply and absolutely in love with him. He knew that he would never find home, comfort, love and completeness like this ever again. Jungkook was absolutely whipped for Kunpimook Bhuwakul and his pretty smile and beautiful heart.

"What are you thinking, love?" 'Love', a nickname that Bambam had come up with was music to Jungkook's ears everytime the shorter man said it. They still hadn't confessed their undying love for each other but they knew deep within themselves that they felt the same way.

"I love you" Jungkook finally let the words slip and he wanted to burn the image of Bambam's reaction in his brain forever. The silver haired man gasped before crashing his lips against Jungkook's in a soft, loving kiss.

"Took you long enough to say it. I love you too, you idiot" Jungkook giggled at the comment before taking Bambam's lips back to his. He stepped back till they both fell onto the couch, Bambam straddling him. For the first time, Jungkook let his hands wander from the small of his back up to his neck and down to curve of his ass.

"You going to fuck me now or what?' Jungkook's breath hitched at the boldness of his boyfriend.

Boyfriend, that's what they called each other now. He doesn't remember when it happened. That's a complete lie, he remembers the exact day, hour and minute it happened, the time he asked Bambam properly to be his boyfriend in the most cheesy way he knew how.

It was on a cold December morning, Jungkook had just moved out of the dorms and into Bambam's apartment. The latter had a busy schedule while the former had the day off and so Jungkook decided to spend his time doing something worthwhile. After a lot of shopping, which he was horrible at and crafting, which he was also horrible at, he was ready and waited patiently for Bambam to come home.

The moment the silver haired man stepped inside, he knew something was up. The living room was decorated with his favourite flowers, cute pictures of the two of them hung off walls and a bucket of ice with a bottle of wine sat on the center table. Next to the wine was a wrapped present.

"Jungkook?" Bambam called out to no avail. The man sat down and opened the box I'm front of him and gasped. Inside was a simple chain with a large pendent with the words "DoubleB" covered with diamonds on it. Tears welled up in his eyes as he remembered the day he told Jungkook that he always wanted something special with his famous tagline on it.

"You like it?" Jungkook asked nervously. He had flown to LA for a few shoots a couple of months prior and stopped by one of the most famous jewlers in the city who was well know for making pieces for celebrities and rappers. He spoke to the owner with the help of his interpreter and designed the pendant himself.

Due to the complexity of the design and all the specifications unfortunately, it wasn't finished in time for Jungkook to take it back home with him but he was promised it would be delivered to his doorstep as soon as possible.

"I absolutely love it" Bambam said, getting up from the couch to give Jungkook a seating kiss filled with love and affection.

"Bambam, will you be my boyfriend?" Jungkook asked nervously. He knew he had nothing to fear and that Bambam loved him the same way he did but he was still scared.

"As if I wasn't already your boyfriend since that time you took me to that ramyun shop after ditching that fancy restaurant. Yes, I would love to be your boyfriend, Jungkook" Bambam said and Jungkook let out a scream of delight before covering his face with kisses.

That memory brought butterflies to Jungkook's stomach as he nibbled on this boyfriend's lower lip before nodding. He lifted Bambam up easily, giving him a chance to wrap his legs around his waist before carrying him to the bedroom.

Jungkook gently dropped the silver haired man onto the bed. He discarded his t shirt before doing the same for his boyfriend. Crawling onto the bed and hovering over Bambam, Jungkook kissed him with all his heart. He poured his soul into the kiss as if Bambam would disappear if he didn't.

Bambam's fingers trailed over the taught muscled of Jungkook's back as he kissed him with the same amount of love and passion. He couldn't believe this was actually happening. Bambam tangled his legs with Jungkook's before putting all his body weight into flipping them over, pressing Jungkook into the mattress.

He made his was down Jungkook's body, biting and kissing every part of him as if he wanted them printed in his mind, which he did. He knew he couldn't leave marks but he left a few small ones just under Jungkook's navel where his pelvic bone sat. Bambam slowly tugged down Jungkook's pants to reveal his already wet boxers.

"Do you not have anything that's not black? Like seriously dude, ever heard of colour?" Bambam joked as he traced his fingers around Jungkook's erection which caused the snarky reply to get stuck in Jungkook's throat. Bambam peeled the boxers off Jungkook and too a moment to admire his boyfriend's cock.

It was really big are really pretty. He instinctively wrapped his hands around it, giving it a few experimental tugs. The moan that escaped Jungkook's lips was the sweetest sound Bambam had ever heard. He was about to take Jungkook's cock in his mouth when a hand weaved through his hair to stop him.

"Don't feel pressured to do it if you don't want to" Jungkook said and Bambam smiled so genuinely at the man that he physically felt his heart melt. But before he could comprehend what was happening, warmth enveloped him in such an overwhelming manner that he curled his toes and fisted the sheets.

Bambam worked diligently up and down Jungkook's cock as he gave him head. He was enjoying the process almost as much if not more than Jungkook. It just felt so right to him. The warmth, the weight and the sweet taste, all of it was perfect against Bambam's tongue.

Bambam moaned as he licked away the precum at the tip of Jungkook's cock and the vibrations shot right through Jungkook's body, making him keen with pleasure. He tugged on Bambam's hair to pull him off, eliciting a whine from him.

"I'm not going to last if you keep doing that, Bam" Jungkook said, pulling his boyfriend in for another passionate kiss. Jungkook flipped them over once more and settled between Bambam's legs. He looked entranced by the way his pucker clenched as Jungkook brought his finger near it.

Leaning over Bambam, he opened the drawer of his nightstand to pull out a condom and a bottle lube. He hooked the silver haired man's legs over his shoulders and brought his face as close as he could to Bambam's warm skin, nipping at his thighs for a moment before dipping right in to lick his hole.

Bambam squirmed and moaned as Jungkook ate him out. The taller man was extremely skilled with his tongue and fingers and it made Bambam's knees buckle. The moans that left Bambam's lips were music to Jungkook's ears and he wanted nothing more but to listen to the all day.

"Kook, fuck me, now" Bambam heaved, pausing in between to take breaths. He was panting harshly, chest rising and falling at a steady pace. Jungkook merely nodded before letting go of Bambam's thighs and grabbing the condom. He tore the packet with his teeth and slipped it into his cock.

Lining himself up with Bambam's hole, he looked into his boyfriend's eyes one last time to see if he wanted to back out. Seeing only lust and need in his eyes, he took a deep breath before pushing in. Bambam's back arched and Jungkook's name escapes his lips as he bottomed out.

Neither of them ever thought they'd ever feel something like this in their life time. Pleasure and love morphed into a euphoric sensation that no one could describe. Jungkook had heard sex being described as 'two becoming one flesh' and never believed it till he felt what it was like being inside Bambam.

They were both drug addicts looking for their next highs. Something almost animalistic took over Jungkook as his eyes glazed over and he pulled almost all the way out before shoving right back in roughly. He had no control over his body as he pounded into Bambam.

The sound of Jungkook's balls slapping against Bambam's ass and slick from the lube filled the room. Jungkook had thought that Bambam was the most beautiful thing alive but when he saw his face contorted in sheer pleasure, he was sure that he would never see anythingas beautiful ever again.

Bambam was first to cum, Jungkook's hand wrapped tightly around his member, stroking steadily. The was he clenched around the taller man made him tumble over the edge moments after his boyfriend. Jungkook reluctantly pulled out and collapsed next to Bambam, basking in the after glow of his orgasm.

"Wow, I can't believe waited so long for that" Jungkook whispered. He looked over to see Bambam staring out of the floor to ceiling window in their room, gazing at the moon. Stars could rarely be seen with the amount of fog and pollution in Seoul but two twinkling lights were visible in the vast darkness.

"It was well worth it, though. I'd do it all over again for you if I had to" Bambam muttered. Jungkook pulled out a pack of wet wipes form his drawer and cleaned both of them up before pulling the duvet over their still naked bodies. He snuggled against Bambam, pressing his head against the man's chest.

"When did you become the romantic in the relationship, huh?" Jungkook chuckled as Bambam absent mindedly played with his hair. They shared those few minutesn of silence with small smiles on their faces. The quietness was never awkward, they were comforting to say the least.

Bambam and Jungkook both had loud, outgoing personalities that rarely ever gave them time to calm down, sit quiet and reflect. After meeting each other though, their best memories were sitting together without saying a word to each other, warm and satisfied.

They both fell into a simple, borderline boring schedule of waking up together, cooking breakfast for each other, enjoying coffee and talking about life in the mornings followed by dinner and maybe a round or two of sex in the evenings.

After the first time, their intimate times were rarely ever so soft and mushy. Though just as passionate, they had gotten to learn a bit about each other's kinkier sides and learned to embrace that. They both were madly in love to say the least and nothing was going to change that, at least not for a while.

Things started going downhill the day Bambam introduced Jungkook to Cha Eunwoo, who was Bambam's best friend. They both had met each other when they were still trainees and had gotten along quite well. Enwoo was stunning to say the least, with his undeniable charm and drop dead gorgeous looks.

The three of them met over dinner the first time, Bambam having invited Eunwoo to join them. The whole time Bambam was laughing at Eunwoo's jokes and messing around with him. It wasn't like he ignored Jungkook though, he was too sensible for that. He included his boyfriend in every conversation and asked for his opinion on topics they discussed.

Jungkook didn't feel jealous during the dinner but he felt empty. Eunwoo was everything he wasn't and couldn't be. He was considerate, knowing Bambam's order by heart and ordering it for him, kind, caring and attentive. Jungkook felt all his insecurities bubble up from deep within.

None of them were like his old ones about not being good enought to be an idol or a role model. They were all about how he wasn't good enough for Bambam. He couldn't remember Bambam's favourite drink, he didn't know his favourite song, heck he even forgot his birthday once.

After a year and a half of being connected at the hip, he realised he barely knew anything about his boyfriend. Eunwoo on the other hand knew him inside out. He knew his favourite Backstreet Boys member and his biggest pet peeves. He even bought a small brooch for Bambam which had two snakes on it, his signature logo.

Jungkook thought day in and day out how Bambam would be happier with Eunwoo. The latter was single and looking for love, as he put it. Eunwoo even confessed to Jungkook about the crush he had on Bambam back when they were trainees when Jungkook and him were waiting for Bambam to get dressed.

Without trying to, he started growing distant with Bambam. He would stay late at the company practicing or producing even when his hyungs repeatedly told him to go home. He stopped responding to Bambam's texts and rarely ever took his calls. He started sleeping at the dorms some nights as it was closer to the company.

Bambam thought it was his fault that Jungkook was ignoring him. He tried to think of everything that happened over the course of the previous few months to figure out what he did wrong. When Jungkook stopped responding, he called Taehyung up to check on him every now and then.

Jungkook effectively stopped eating. He lost weight rapidly and barely had the strength to practice. He also didn't sleep because the moment he closed his eyes the thought of Bambam and Eunwoo together and that picture ate him alive. The members tried everything to talk to him but he shut them all out.

Bambam grew worried about his boyfriend. He crashed at Eunwoo's place for a few days as he hated how empty their shared home felt. The brought Cupcake, Latte, Pudding and King, his cats, over to Eunwoo's place and cried to him about how much he missed Jungkook.

Completely frustrated and angry out of his mind, Bambam walked into the BigHit biding and demanded that he be taken to Jungkook. Taehyung led him to one of the dance practice rooms inside the building before he gave Bambam a reassuring smile and left. Taking a deep breath in, he opened the door.

Inside he found Jungkook dancing to BTS's new song. No, that man couldn't be his Jungkook. The person in front of him was way thinner than his boyfriend. Dark circles sat under his eyes and his hair was flying everywhere. There was no passion in the way he danced, almost as if he was doing it because he was forced to do so.

Jungkook looked like a ghost to Bambam. He had never seen his boyfriend like that and it scared the daylight out of him. Jungkook hadn't yet noticed Bambam come in because he was absorbed in trying to get the moves right which he couldn't because he could barely move his body properly.

Bambam quickly snuck around the room and turned the music off, causing Jungkook to sigh and turn to Bambam thinking it was one the hyungs trying to get him to stop. He opened his mouth to say something but as soon as his eyes fell of his boyfriend, he stopped. He stared at the man for a solid minute before collapsing.

Bambam ran towards his boyfriend who's body crumpled to the floor. He held onto Jungkook as he cried for help as he tried to get him to wake up. Jungkook's eyes were shut and his body boneless and Bambam felt his eyes well up as he saw the state his boyfriend was in.

Why didn't he come sooner? Why didn't he take care of his boyfriend? Why didn't he notice that he was suffering? These thoughts ran around Bambam's head as he sat outside Jungkook's room in the hospital, waiting for the doctor to come out.

"Who are you?" The doctor asked and Bambam introduced himself as Jungkook's boyfriend. He asked is the man was fine and the doctor sighed.

"Mr Jeon was excessively sleep deprived, he was starving himself and over working which led to him collapsing. We will have to keep him here for a day or two but after that he's good to go. We need to make sure he rests and eats well but otherwise he should be okay" The doctor explained and permitted Bambam to go inside.

Bambam ran inside to see Jungkook staring at the ceiling quietly. The man dragged a chair near the bed and sat down, a sigh escaping his mouth. Before he could way anything, Jungkook spoke.

"Sorry" He wishpered, his voice broken. Bambam saw tears well up in his boyfriend's eyes as he turned to look at him. Jungkook looked like he have walked out of his grave. He was exhausted beyond belief and the only person he both wanted and didn't want to see was Bambam.

"Why? Why? Why did you do this to yourself? Why did you do this to me? What did I do wrong? Why were you ignoring me?" Bambam cried as he hit Jungkook's chest lightly with his fist. He felt so drained as he saw the suffering in Jungkook's face.

"You did nothing wrong, love. It's all my fault. It's my fault that I made you suffer, that I didn't think of you when I did this and my fault that I was never good enough for you" Jungkook cried as well, letting the weeks of anger and frustration seep out of him.

"What are you talking about? Who told you you weren't enough for me? You're my whole world, Jungkook. I can't live without you, you're my everything" Bambam's words just made Jungkook cry harder. He wrapped his hands around the silver haired man and balled his eyes out.

"No one said anything to me, Kun. It's just, when I met Eunwoo, I felt like he was everything you needed and deserved. I was no where as considerate, kind and attentive as he was. He even told me once that he had a crush on you and I felt like you two would be perfect together. I'm not good enough for you, Bam. You deserve so, so much better than me. I feel like I'm dead weight that's dragging you down. I couldn't even ask you out the first time, you had to prompt me. You deserve a man who knows you inside out, who buys you that Gucci jacket you wanted for your birthday and takes you out for a date not a man who completely forgets it. I was so lost in my own world of doubts and insecurities that I didn't realise that I no longer possessed the strength to look you in the eye and call you my boyfriend because I'm not worth it" Jungkook poured his heart out to Bambam once he was done crying.

Bambam looked at Jungkook as if he had lost his mind. He laughed out loud but those laughs quickly morphed into sobs and soon he was weeping. Jungkook held him close to his chest and wiped his tears away.

"Why are you such a god damn idiot? I hate you so much. Eunwoo is my best friend and he has and will never be any more than that to me. You're all I need and you're way more than I deserve, Kook. It's my fault if I ever made you feel like you weren't enough because lord I can't breathe without you. Seeing you like this is killing me on he inside. Please don't do this ever again. I love you so much I'll marry you right here, right now if you want me to. I don't care if you forgot my birthday. Do you remember why you did? You were busy with the comeback and wanted it to be perfect for me. There's nothing more I could want. If being with you means you and I becoming better people for each other, I'd happily have you forget my birthday. I want to spend the rest of eternity with you and nothing is going to come in the middle of that. " Bambam said between sobs.

Jungkook held Bambam's face and kissed him as tears ran down both their cheeks. It was as if Jungkook learned how to breathe again as his lungs burned due to the lack of oxygen. He didn't pull away till Bambam started whining. They looked at each other as if there was no one else in this world but them, here for each other.

Three days later Jungkook was discharged from the hospital and Bambam took him straight to his place. Both of them took a week off and Bambam got his cats and clothes back from Eunwoo's place. They spent the week cuddling and confessing their undying love to each other over and over again.

By the end of those seven days, Jungkook emerged as a normal human again. He had gained some colour back and most of his energy too. Fans noticed the difference quickly as he started posting on Twitter and going live more often.

Bambam stayed by his side the entire time, cheering him on. Both GOT7 and BTS had a successful comeback each and they were doing better than ever. But most importantly, Bambam and Jungkook were doing better than ever.

They communicated more and spoke their hearts out when something went wrong or they needed to let off some steam. Jungkook paid more attention to the little things and Bambam gave him more space when he needed it. They grew to understand each others insecurities and help when required.

Three years after they started dating, Dispatch released photos of them kissing and they decided it was time they finally came out to the public. Jungkook posted a picture of Bambam and Jungkook holding hands and looking at each other and went live on VLive to let the world know that they were in fact dating.

Both BigHit and JYP put out official statements confirming everything and although coming out as gay in Korea was difficult, it was well worth it. The fans supported their relationship and so did both the groups and the companies.

Six years after Jungkook met Bambam for the first time, he had to leave for his military service and he decided he wasn't leaving without handling some unfinished business.

Bambam came back home one day to see Taehyung dressed in a suit waiting for him. He handed the man a box and asked him to change quickly. Inside the box was a brand new, Gucci suit. Once he was ready, Taehyung dragged him to the car and started driving. Even after trying to figure out what was happening by pestering Taehyung, he had no idea where they were heading and why.

"Just trust me, Bammie. We're almost there" Taehyung comforted Bambam before stopping the car in front of the luxury mall Bambam visited often. They both stepped out and Taehyung dragged him to the Gucci store. Inside the store, the racks had been cleared and two dinner tables were set up, one small one with seating for two and a long one with seating for twelve.

"Kun?" Bambam turned to see Jungkook standing behind him with a huge smile on his face. He took Bambam's hand and guided him to the table before sitting down opposite to him. Once they were settled, the rest of their band members walked in and sat down on the long table.

"Six years ago I saw a man in this very store who absolutely took my breath away. He was the most perfect person I had ever met in my life. His name was Kunpimook Bhuwakul but he went by Bambam and honestly he was annoying as hell. But he turned out to be just the man I needed. Bam, I love you so much and I can't describe in words how amazing the last six years have been. I still remember the day I asked you to be my boyfriend and they day I first told you that I loved you. You make everything better and I can't imagine spending a day without you, let alone two years. I know that I've not been the greatest boyfriend in the world but I'd die for you if I had to. I remember the words you said to me that day in the hospital when I almost starved myself to death and now I realise, I agree with you. I want to spend the rest of eternity with you by my side. Things will be hard along the way and I will be annoying as always and so will you but I can't imagine myself doing anything else. I love you with every ounce of my being and I want you to be my yesterday, today and tomorrow, forever. Bambam, Kunpimook Bhuwakul, whateveryour god damn name is cause I couldn't pick one, will you marry me?"

Bambam just nodded because his brain was unable to make cohesive sentences. Jungkook slipped the ring that he had gotten custom made for Bambam onto his fingers and pulled him into a tight embrace. The boys cheered and made a ruckus as they celebrated their best friends' engagement.

They spent the night drinking and eating and having fun together. Youngjae, Jin and Jimin tool turns singing cute love songs for the couple while Jaebum sang his iconic song 'Deeper' as foreshadowing for the activities that had been left for later that night.

By the time Jungkook and Bambam got home, it was almost two in the morning. That didn't stop them from falling into bed and peeling each other's clothes off. Jungkook made love the Bambam that night, whispering sweet nothings into his ear. They layed tangled in each others arms afterwards when Bambam finally spoke up.

"I don't know how I'll survive the next two years without you but I will and we'll get married the day you come back. The only sad part will be the crew cut you'll sport in our wedding photos, I like your long hair better" Bambam joked and placed a peck on Jungkook's lips.

"At least I'll have hair. I'm sure you'd have pulled all of yours out by the time I'm back out of loneliness" Bambam hit Jungkook on the chest for the comment and Jungkook just chuckled.

"Jungkook?" Bambam whispered.

"Yes baby?"

"I love you"

"I love you too, for the rest of eternity"

[writing-for-amusement]

Commission for Confidence, 11

Summary:  Y/N has been struggling with her self-esteem for years. After incessant pushing from your best friend, Y/N decides to commission an artist to draw her, expecting everything to happen via Internet. However, when your phone is stolen, you try to cancel the commission, but Peter Parker has other ideas. He quickly becomes enraptured by you, and a friendship forms easily. Will it lead to something more? Or will your past fears get in the way?

A/N: The long awaited chapter! I’m so sorry, you guys, I know that I left a lot of you waiting. This semester completely wiped out everyone I know (even people that attend other universities have been like, ‘yeah this semester was the worst’), and I’m really going to try to get stuff out during break! This chapter might not be as long as I wanted it to be, but I figured, why not give you guys something with actual substance? (It didn’t have much in the way of substance until like 10 minutes ago lmaoooo) Anyways, here it is, let me know what you think and what you think should happen next!

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Word Count: 3529

Warnings: some minor injury stuff, cuteness, some fluff, some anxiety/self-esteem things (v minor), things get a little steamy

Two weeks later, you were mostly healed, and you had been talking to Peter nearly nonstop. You had been able to meet up for coffee very briefly, and occasionally he would send you the works in progress he was creating to get some feedback. Peter also gave you written updates about your commission, but he hadn’t sent you any drafts.

You were getting ready to go to bed on a Wednesday when someone knocked on the window of your fire escape. Quickly grabbing your steel baseball bat, you hesitantly walked from your bedroom to your living room. Your other hand was holding your phone, poised to call the police. But your fear was unnecessary.

Spider-Man was waiting next to your window, his eyes widening as he saw you approach. You could tell that he was grinning at you, and you made sure to obviously roll your eyes at the superhero. Instead of unlocking the window, you stood next to it and feigned thinking about letting him in.

Spider-Man tapped again, and you could tell, just on instinct, that he was pouting at you. So, you gave in, unlocking the window and opening it for him.

“Thanks,” he said with the weird voice changer. “Thought I’d freeze out there.”

“Oh, please,” you scoffed playfully, “it’s not that bad. I’m sure you generate a lot of body heat anyway, especially with that suit.”

“Maybe,” he chirped. “You tell me.”

Then, he was wrapping you in his arms in a hug, and your brain briefly short circuited. After a moment of thought, you hugged him back, trying to calm your pounding heart, and trying to register if he did run hot.

He did run hot, and as you didn’t want to move away, you cursed yourself for being touch starved all the damn time.

 “You do,” you said into his chest, your voice muffled.

“That’s what I thought. Doesn’t mean I wasn’t cold,” he stated happily, not moving to let you go. His heartbeat was steady in your ear, and the longer he was wrapped around you, the more he seemed to relax.

“You alright, Spider-Man?” you found yourself asking.

“Yeah,” he sighed slightly, shifting a bit. “Just tired, you know? There isn’t too much crime going on lately, but that makes it feel like the other shoe is about to drop, ya feel?”

You huffed a chuckle into his chest and tilted your head up to look at him. “I understand what you mean.”

“What about you? How are things going with that guy you told me about?”

You sighed into his chest lightly before saying, “He’s one of my best friends.”

“But?”

“I don’t know, Spider-Man, that’s all I’ve got. I really like him, he’s a wonderful friend and a wonderful person. I doubt he’d be romantically interested in someone like me.”

“Not this again,” Spider-Man groaned slightly. “You’re wonderful, Y/N.”

"I know that,” you told him. “But I think he’d be more interested in someone else.”

“You don’t know that.”

You shrugged again, finally pushing away from him. “Like I said before, people aren’t really interested in me.”

“You don’t know that, either.”

“You don’t know that people are romantically interested in me.”

“Yes, I do.”

“Oh?” You raised an eyebrow. “Other than the statistical probability, how do you know? Huh, Spider-Man?”

“I’m interested in you,” he said quietly, almost sheepishly.

You blinked in surprise before letting out a laugh that you hoped would mask your pounding heart. “Thanks, Spider-Man. That actually does make me feel a bit better. Do you want some water or something?”

As you turned to go into the kitchen, Spider-Man grabbed your hand and essentially twirled you into his chest. You looked up at him in surprise as he tilted his head down to press your foreheads together.

“I mean it,” he admitted softly.

Your heart pounded in your veins as you placed your hands on his chest. He was so familiar somehow, so comforting. You were unsure of how to react and your skin felt like it was on fire, so you did the most logical thing. Tilting your head to the side a bit, you pressed a kiss to his masked cheek.

Spider-Man’s eyes, which had closed during the forehead press, opened quickly, going almost comically wide. He saw you pointedly avoiding his white gaze, your lip between your teeth nervously. After a few more moments of silence, you broke away from him and cleared your throat.

“I, um, sorry,” you stuttered slightly, walking into the kitchen. You grabbed a glass of water and gulped it down, sighing in relief as it cooled your throat.

As you turned around, you saw Spider-Man right behind you. His mask was pulled up over his nose, and you could see his lips. He stepped closer to you and your body was frozen. Your heart, however, was setting your skin on fire.

Spider-Man pressed his lips against yours softly. When you responded in kind, he was suddenly kissing you hungrily, as if he’d wanted to for as long as he’d been alive. He wrapped strong arms around your waist and squeezed as you wrapped your arms around his neck. Kissing the superhero felt so… right.

After a few more moments of passion, Spider-Man pulled away from you. What you could see of his face was flushed adorably, in an achingly familiar way. He yanked his mask back down and you could hear the difference in his breathing because of the voice altering device he had in his mask.

It did hurt a little bit, in the corner of your heart, that he still wouldn’t use his real voice with you when you had just been making out, but you pushed it away. Swallowing dryly, you felt like the world was just a little sharper.

“I, um, I’m so sorry,” he stuttered. “There’s a… big thing going on right now, a robbery. I have to go, I’m so sorry, I promise I don’t kiss and run.”

Words were escaping you, so you simply nodded. He beamed at you through the mask before pressing a kiss to your forehead and hurrying to the window. After wrenching it open, he was gone into the night.

You stared after him for a few moments before you slowly made your way to the window. The cool air wafted over your burning skin; you savored the moment of relief as you filed the event away in your mind.

Shutting the window, you went to a cold, empty bed. Alone.

 The next few days were uneventful. You went to work, ate food. You texted Peter, even talked for a few hours on the phone for no reason, but that was it. Nothing major happened, and Spider-Man didn’t visit you.

 On Saturday night, you were curled up on your fire escape and reading a book in the light of your reading lamp. You were aware that it was getting late, but you were too engrossed in your book to really care. Not only that, but you were incredibly comfortable under your fuzzy blanket.

A body landed on your fire escape and you let out a yelp of surprise, scrambling to your feet and holding your hand over your chest. The body was still in the shadows, but you raised your large book in your hands to throw, just in case.

A weak chuckle made its way to your ears on the wind. “It’s me,” Spider-Man said.

“Jesus Christ, Spidey!” you swore, taking the two steps needed to be closer to him.

He chuckled again, the voice changer off and making him sound too familiar. “Hope you don’t mind that I’m getting blood on your fire escape.”

“Peter?” you breathed out, helping the man to his feet. “Jesus fuck, Peter, what happened?” you slowly helped him through the window to your apartment.

“I’m surprised you’re not yelling at me for stupidity,” he told you after a wince.

“You’re bleeding,” you explained as you let him drop into a wooden chair. “I’ll yell at you when you’re not bleeding everywhere.”

He huffed out a laugh. “That makes sense.”

You shook your head and hurried to get your first aid kit, mentally pausing for a moment to thank yourself for learning how to do stitches and taking a decent amount of first aid classes.

When you got back to him, Peter had taken off his mask and his suit was loose around him. You could see the bruises and cuts covering his neck, chest, and arms. There was a bad bruise on his jawline. The pain was obvious, written all over his chest, and it hurt your heart.

You sighed as you pulled the suit down more, uncovering more bruised and cut skin. With a steady hand, even while you were completely aware that he was watching you, you cleaned the cuts. There were only a handful of them that you thought would need stitches, so for the moment you bandaged them to stop some of the bleeding.

“What happened?” you asked Peter quietly while bandaging the other cuts.

Peter hissed as you tenderly pressed on a bruise. “Had a nasty fight with Doc Ock. Thankfully, no bullets with that guy.”

You huffed slightly as you wiped some blood from his chest. “If you came to me out of the blue with a bullet and showed me your secret identity, I’d be fucking upset, I do admit. Next time,” you gave him a small smile, “if you do come with a bullet, I’ll be prepared.”

“Thanks,” Peter smiled weakly at you.

Giving him some warning, you quickly sterilized your needle and got ready for the stitches. Peter watched you through his eyelashes, barely flinching as you passed the needle through his skin. You tried to block it out, you truly did, but his gaze was so intense that you nearly messed up a stitch.

“Do I make you nervous?” Peter murmured as you finished with one set.

“Do you want an honest answer, or do you want a lie?” you asked, glancing up at him only briefly. You started to stitch up another cut on his chest.

“Honesty, always.”

“Yes,” you said quietly.

“Why?”

“Do I make you nervous?” you asked instead.

“Yes.”

“Why?” you asked, finishing a stitch.

“Because you’re amazing.”

You scoffed and did another stitch. A few more, and you’d be done. You were a little surprised that you were so good at them, but perhaps because it was so methodical, you were doing better with it. Still, no matter what, you were glad you were almost done.

As you finished, wiping off the last bit of blood, Peter’s gentle hand raised your chin to look at him. He smiled at you, but his eyes were serious.

“Y/N,” he murmured, “you are amazing.”

You gave him a small, disbelieving smile, and moved back from him. “Let’s get you some ice for those bruises, and some water. Are you hungry?”

“No,” he said quietly, “not really at all. I’ll take that water, though.”

You hummed in acknowledgement and hurried to the kitchen. Preparing the ice bags, you wrapped them in some tea towels. Then, after pouring a glass of water, you carefully balanced everything in your arms and walked back out.

Peter had moved to the couch, his suit discarded, and was only in his boxers. You carefully kept your eyes from tracing down his body while you handed him all of the ice packs. He let out small hisses as he placed them on the most prominent bruises, before taking the glass and sitting back. It took him all of thirty seconds to down the glass and place it on the floor.

“Sit with me?” he asked gently.

You sat next to him, careful to put a bit of space between the two of you. Peter seemed upset at that, and instead gently tugged you over to him. Rather ungracefully, you fell into his side. Even though he winced with pain, he squeezed you closer to him.

“Thank you,” he murmured, his eyes fluttering with sleep. “You’re my favorite.”

You huffed with amusement and felt sleepiness come over you too. You wrapped your arms around him and snuggled into his chest. He hummed, the vibrations ringing through his chest almost like a purr, and you both quickly fell asleep.

 You woke up a few hours later, noting how early it was. Peter was awake and watching you both sleepily and intensely, if that was even possible. He gave the plush of your hip a squeeze with his large hand before rearranging the both of you.

Peter slid you over his body while shifting to lay on his back. He settled you on top of his chest, staring up at you, before wrapping his arms back around your waist. Then, he turned his head slightly and fell back asleep, even snoring lightly.

As easy as that!

You kept your scoff to yourself and decided to instead live with what was going on. After snuggling into his bare chest, you hesitantly pressed a kiss to his heated skin.

At that moment, you were glad he was asleep.

You weren’t sure what to do with these pesky feelings of yours. Truth be told, you couldn’t even be sure if Peter returned those feelings; you hoped he did, but past experiences warned you to never, ever assume.

Then again, he had kissed you…

But then again (again), he had only kissed you as Spider-Man.

And he ran. Well, he ran to fight crime, but still.

“Maybe he only kissed you to make a point,” that voice in your head whispered.

“I can feel you thinking right now,” Peter’s sleepy voice mumbled.

“Sorry,” you muttered, tucking into yourself a bit.

“What’s on your mind?” he breathed.

“I don’t want to ruin your sleep.”

“You could never ruin anything.”

“You’d be surprised,” you muttered bitterly, sighing a bit.

“C’mon, what is it? You’ll never get to sleep if you don’t tell me about it.”

You sighed and sat up, crossing your legs and hunching over slightly. “I just… don’t know how to deal with it.”

Peter slowly sat up as well, wiping the side of his face. “How to deal with what?” he asked as he stifled a yawn. After a moment of looking at you closely, he took one of your hands and scooted closer.

“Deal with my feelings,” you admitted softly as you quickly glanced at him and away.

“Which feelings?” he asked, matching your tone.

This was it. It was time to take the plunge and tell him.

“I know that we’ve only known each other for several weeks, but… I really like you. A-and if you don’t, that’s okay, really! I just… don’t know how to handle it because you’re so cute and handsome and sweet and nice and funny, and fuck, I just… I don’t know.”

Peter blinked slowly at you as you avoided your gaze. “I kissed you,” he deadpanned.

“Yeah, but you were Spider-Man, there could have been all sorts of factors for that.”

He seemed shocked at that sentence, and you closed your eyes to prepare for the inevitable. You prepared for him to laugh, or to tell you it was a joke, or to leave.

Instead, Peter leaned forward, cupped your cheeks in his hands, and pressed a long kiss to your lips. It wasn’t chaste but it wasn’t deep, and it made you feel as if all was right with the world. It was the best kiss of your life.

Peter drew back and you slowly opened your eyes. His gaze was warm and comforting; one hand moved down to cup your neck, while his other thumb passed lightly over your lips. You pressed a small kiss to it, making Peter beam.

You thought he was going to say something. He didn’t.

He simply moved forward again and kissed you deeply.

Feeling as though you could be contributing more to the experience, you let your hands move, sliding them to his shoulders and then around his neck. He let out a hum of happiness as you pulled him even closer to you, and Peter took that as permission to kiss you with more fervor than the previous two.

Your heart fluttered in your chest as you melted further into him. One of his hands slid down from your neck to your hip, giving you a soft squeeze exactly as he nipped your bottom lip. Letting out a small whimper, you tangled a hand in his hair.

Peter let out the most delicious growl as you did, surging forward and carefully lowering you to the couch. Your leg wound around his torso as he perched himself over you, his lips only moving from yours briefly. He ran his tongue across your lips, urging you to open your mouth, which you gladly did.

You felt like you were on fire, in the best way possible. Still, your mind was racing, and you were starting to feel overwhelmed by all the emotions. The next time he nipped at your lip, you regretfully pulled away.

Adorably, Peter followed your lips slightly, making your heart skip. As you pulled back a bit more, though, he sat back slightly, his eyes overflowing with concern.

“A-are you okay, is everything okay, did I do something you didn’t like?” he blurted in a panic, starting to move back from you.

You quickly grabbed his face in your hands and pressed a small, gentle kiss to his lips. “Everything you did, I loved, okay? I enjoyed it very much. It’s just… so much right now. It’s almost like everything is firing at once, and I love it, it’s just that I think I need to breathe,” you reassured him.

Peter let out a sigh of relief and leaned a bit closer to you. “Is this okay?” he asked in a whisper as he put his forehead on yours.

You hummed and nodded, inhaling and exhaling slowly. Slowly, your heartbeat began to return to normal and the world came back from the sharp yet soft glow it had taken on after Peter kissed you.

After a handful of minutes just sitting with your foreheads pressed together, you opened your eyes again. Peter seemed calm, the serenity on his face warming your heart even more than his kisses from earlier. You moved your hand to rest lightly on his knee, only to be shocked by something vaguely cold and squishy.

Looking down, you erupted into laughter. Peter’s eyes flew open, concern etched into his eyebrows. As you leaned back with laughter, you held up the melting ice pack.

Peter blinked before he laughed, pulling one out from behind his back. That made it all the more amusing to you, and both of you were laughing for a good three minutes.

As your laughter came to an end, you felt yourself being pulled into Peter’s arms. He cradled you to his chest, nuzzling your neck with a hum.

“Peter,” you chuckled, “it’s late. We should go to sleep.”

“Hm,” he pretended to consider your suggestion. “Alright, let’s go!”

As you prepared to climb out of his arms, Peter stood up easily. You, obviously, followed his body upwards. You flinched in surprised, clearly not used to being in the air. With an incredulous look, you stared at Peter’s face while he walked to the bedroom.

“Peter!” you nearly shrieked. “Put me down! I’m too heavy!”

“Not at all,” he said simply, not allowing you to budge.

“No, seriously, Peter, I’m too heavy!” He stopped walking at that point.

“You are lighter than an ice cube, don’t worry. Do I look like I’m struggling?”

Your arguments died on your lips as you realized that he didn’t even look close to breaking a sweat. As you grew quiet, Peter slowly began to walk again. As you looked up at him, at his jawline, your hand came up to cup his chin. He grinned down at you and squeezed you a bit before reaching out to open the bedroom door.

As he crossed the threshold of your bedroom, you stretched up slightly and pressed a kiss underneath his jaw.

A dark, delicious growl left Peter’s mouth as he looked down at you with a smirk. Then, he gently tossed you onto your bed, where you landed with surprise on your back. You propped yourself up on your elbows almost immediately.

You blinked up at him and he growled again, only for it to dissolve into a whine as he flopped onto his back next to you. Peter’s fluffy hair made you chuckle, and he opened an eye to look at you as you turned on your side, a hand propping your head up.

With a smile (and the echoes of those growls in your mind), you gently began to pet his fluffy brown curls. “What’s wrong?” you murmured.

Peter let out a similar whine and threw his forearm over his eyes. After a few moments, he admitted, “If you keep looking at me like that, or touching me like that… it’ll be hard to keep myself from absolutely devouring you and making you scream my name.”

[fatbottombucky]

Sometimes... I think he’s here *Billy Hargrove x Reader*

Summary: Reader suffers ptsd after the Mind Flayer battle. Most importantly, everywhere he turns he sees Billy. Reminded of his once friend, and past crush.

Pairing: Implied/platonic Billy X [M]Reader

Warnings: Stranger Things spoilers/ character death/ angst mixed with feels, and a lot of gay fluff- use of the words “fag” -light homophobic tendencies

Note: I know Billy is this ignorant asshole but I get a feeling within me that he’d actually like attention from anyone. So when reader, Will’s older brother (but year younger than Jonathan) helps him pick up chicks, whilst having a gay crush on him- he wouldn’t be as dick-ish to him. He’d still be a complete asshole, but he’d have moments. And those moments are what reader keeps remembering

Idk really know what I wrote. I just really feel like Billy was screwed over. They had a chance to really pull another Steve, give a shitty character a good character development, but they kinda did it- only to kill him (and before people come at me, I hated s1 Steve a bit. But he redeemed himself, ya know)

First time you interacted with Billy was at Byers house. The night he beat Steve up and you high tailed outta there with his car- Max driving.

~~The second time... you’re alone at the video store. Picking some stupid movie to watch as you did homework. He walked in, an air of calmness about him. His hands deep in his jacket pockets, the white shirt underneath hardly buttoned. His hair hardly styled at all- you assumed anyway.

He languidly walked to the horror section, meaning his standing opposite you, flipping through the VHS covers with a laziness of movement. He doesn’t even look at you or even realise you’re there. Does he even care? Probably, not. Max said he’s pretty much not talked to her, but they seem to be on mutual playing fields.

“Tammy loves horrors,” you find yourself speaking up but your eyes cast at the trashy romance movies in front of you, you can feel his stare. “She’s the one you’re seducing tonight, right?”

He scoffs, “what’s it to you?” His voice is deep with his demand of an answer.

“She’ll completely ignore your advances if you pick a horror, trust me. I grew up with Tammy, the girl is a horror junkey.” You pluck a movie, making show of turning it to read the summary on the back.

There’s a silence and you think he’s wondered off, steering clear of your weirdo self.

“What would you suggest then, Byers?” You look up in time to see him cock an eyebrow, his head nodding for you to go ahead and make his night.

You turn around abruptly and walk towards the action section, Billy hot on your tail.

“Oh, there he goes,” Arms crossed across his broad chest; amused by this. He watched as you pick up a movie, First Blood.

“She hates action, she’ll get bored and likely make the first move,” you watch as he frowns with your choice. “Don’t Like First Blood?”

“Love it,” that surprises you. “Snuck into the theatre to see it when it came out,” he takes the movie from you and flashes a grin. “Thought you were queer, and hated me.”

Statement not entirely false. You look away because that seems to be the news, you’re gay and that means clearly there’s something adherently wrong with you. You disliked Billy, yes. He’s an asshole, especially to your friends.

“Uh-I guess, I’m feeling super gay enough to help you out,” you shrugged and expected him to leave, but he laughed.

“I appreciate the insider knowledge, especially if it gets me laid, Byers,” he pays your shoulder a little too roughly but you smile slightly. “If you’ve screwed me over though, Imma beat you up worse than I did to Harrington.” ~~

You’re staring blankly at the empty action aisle. Your eyes emotionless, body slack and complacent. You didn’t know how long you’d be off in your own little world, long enough to get Steve and Robin concerned, both watching as you blink out of your trance.

“Y/N, bro, you okay?” Robin calls and you look at her, nodding quickly and walking over to the duo. “Been staring at that crappy Rambo movie for a good ten minutes,” she tilts her head.

“First Blood isn’t crappy,” you defend a little harshly, Steve raises his eyebrows, “uh-sorry. I’m feeling a little tired, I’ll see you later,” you softly touch Steve’s shoulder before exiting.

You get into your car and start it up, a deep sigh leaving your body.

It had been two months since that night. The night you battled the Mind Flayer, the night Eleven (and you) got to Billy, finally, only it was all in vain. At least, he was himself when he died but he shouldn’t have died anyway.

You stop at a red light, almost home.

~~

“Byers,” you look up from the drivers window to see Hargrove stepping to you, smirk settled on his pretty face, “I owe you one.”

You frowned, eyebrow raising at his cocky smile. Only it fades when he leans down, resting an arm on top of you car, his face at level with your own. You short circuit cause, woah, his eyes are that blue. His earring dangles as he tilts his head, a smirk pulling up the right side of his mouth.

“Wow,” you’re snapped outta your daze, “you’re such a fag.” He taps the roof and raises his eyebrows in a mocking expression, “just wanted to tell ya it worked, got into Tammy’s pants last night. But clearly you’re getting some gay boner over me,” he chuckles when you scoff, rolling your eyes.

You sighed a little, “You’re welcome, Billy. Glad I got you laid,” he smiled brightly at that. “Betta get going before everyone at schools think you’re gay too, cause that’s how it works- clearly.”

Billy stopped you, “Ohh, no, you’re not getting off that easy. I’ve scored a date with Stacey... Dw-“ he stops himself to think and you raise your eyebrows, “she’s got really big boobs and, I think, blonde hair.”

“You think?” You chuckled as he shrugged, “sounds like Jessica Randell,” he nodded, clicking his fingers because it sounded familiar to him, “I swear, what girls see in you, I don’t know, you’re impossible.” ~~

A car honking draws you from the memory, you quickly start your car back up, signalling an apology before driving home.

You laid down on your bed, room half packed up and memories all boxed away. Except one. The red lifeguard cap, sitting aimlessly on top a pile of clothes. It sparked interactions you had forgotten, willed yourself to not dwell on, only because it’s what sparked... a weird thing between you Hargrove, an unspoken thing. Working that summer job, with Billy, was singularly the best decision you ever had.

~~He walked with such an air of confidence you forgot to get down from the lifeguard chair. The whistle was carelessly drapped around his neck, swaying with each precise step he took.

Everyone noticed him. Girls watched with seductive eyes - even mums, kind of disturbing but you didn’t dwell on it- guys watched from afar, either willing to be him or loathing him.

Working this job has been kind to Billy. It gave him the ability to rule all, to assert his dominance across the swimming civilians. It allowed him to have attention, something you’ve realised he craves, a lot. He likes people looking at him. He also got a nice tan, plus he was allowed to use the gym within the building for free, so he really toned up.

“You know,” his voice snaps you back, “I was grossed out by your staring for a while but it’s growing on me.”

You quickly step down, cheeks and body warming up at being caught, plus his words. You can’t look at him, even through his aviators you can feel his smug stare.

“Do me a favour?” He leaned against the chair, crossing his arms as does, “go get me a bottled water?” His smile is infectious, too.

You nod silently and walk off towards the vending machine, passing the lounging mothers who are bidding for Billy’s attention. You turn to see who he’s picked today, his up in the chair, glasses on his head but he’s watching you like a hawk.

Almost tripping into the building you run to the machine, grabbing the loose change in your trunk pocket and shakily punching the buttons for his water. Why are you acting this way over him? It’s Billy Hargrove. You have no chance. Doesn’t mean you can’t admire and crush on him. **

In the locker rooms, as the other staff leave. You’re left alone with your thoughts. Only half dressed you can’t find it within yourself to actually get up and Leave.

“Byers,” Billy’s unsurprised voice makes you jump, you look up to see Billy in a towel as he walks passed you to his own.

This past week working alongside had been... weird. The comments, the looks, the weird attention he gave you. It was like he was messing with you, only it felt very serious and... flirty.

“I think,” you begin, “I might quit.” You don’t know why you tell him your plan, you look up to gage his reaction. He stops and looks at you.

“Gonna leave me?” Be fakes being wounded by your confession, but eyes give him away, he’s hurt by this news- maybe it’s because you’re actually friends with him. You go to speak but he stops you, “let me guess, to work at Scoops Ahoy?”

Venom laces his words. For the first time, in a long time, this is the Billy everyone knows making an appearance to you. He dislikes people walking out on him, leaving him first. He prefers to be the one to leave, you don’t know why and you’ve come to terms with the fact you’ll never really know him.

“Work alongside Steve Harrington, right?” He steps to you, you stand up and shake your head, “Don’t lie, Y/N, I know you’ve got some fucked up crush on him. I saw how you acted when he came by yesterday,” so he is watching you.

“...I’ll stay,” you mutter, “if you want me to.”

His breathing his rapid. Making his shoulders move up and down with his intakes and exhales, his nostrils flare and he frowns. He looks away, confusion and worry etching on his face... he’s scared.

“It’s okay,” you mumble, “besides... be a fool to give up this job,” he looks at you, “I mean, get paid to see you shirtless. Kinda a win, right?” You nod once, an affirmation of understanding.

You both dress in silence. Not looking at one another due to what just happened, he may have not outright said it but you got it. He doesn’t want you to quit, or leave him, he may not know why... but you do. And you’re not gonna pressure him because it’s Billy, he still likes girls; you’re just some weird exception.

You glance at Billy, who is pulling on his jacket and not looking at you. Clearly having a mental battle of his own, you feel slightly guilty for putting him in there. Turning to the door, you sling your bag over your shoulder and grab the handle.

Then your slammed against it, pulled to face Billy. The air being slammed out of you, you barley have time to comprehend what’s happening before you feel lips on yours. They’re soft but dominant. The kiss radiates a lot of pent up emotions, it’s full of hatred passion, yet it’s nice.

His hands are pulling you to him, gripping the lapels of your jacket, your own are just softly holding his shoulders. He tilts your head up a bit, deepening the kiss and you taste mint- peppermint bubblegum to be exact. ~~

“Boys!?” Your mother calls loudly, shutting the front door. You don’t answer straight away, you will yourself up and towards the kitchen, “Oh, there he is. I haven’t seen you since yesterday morning-“

Her voice becomes faint to you as you stand staring at something on the table. Eyes unable to not look at it, they tear up because you had been searching for it.

“Where did you find that?” You choked out, Joyce looks at you and then to the table.

Motel 6 key lays casually on top. Door number 106, motel a few miles away from Brimbone Steel Warehouse.

“Oh, it was in that tattered up jacket of yours,” she studies you for a moment. You nod, a faint “Oh” leaving you. “...wanna talk about it?” Voice soft.

~~ “Leaving so soon?” You look up, a smile gracing your face as Billy saunters up to you.

You hadn’t talked about the kiss, well, kisses. Heavy make out sessions would be accurate, they’re always late at night. Secluded areas where no one can see you, often a few days between because Billy will kiss you but leave, won’t talk to you for a while- ends up talking to some girl at the pool- but comes back.

“Uh-Gotta pick up Will, take him to the mall,” you make show of grabbing your keys from your pocket. “See you tomorrow?” You step away but Billy grabs your forearm.

He steers you seat from prying eyes to a closet, you chuckle into the darkness about to make some stupid comment but lips are slotted over yours. Shutting you up.

Another set of keys is placed into your other hand, you pull away and look down in confusion before at Billy.

“I’ll see you tonight. Ten o’clock, don’t be late,” he pushes away from you before leaving the closet- not casting a look back. Your heart is beating rapidly cause you know what this means, and you’re nervous but excited. ~~

Your mother holds you as you cry into her shoulder, holding the key in your hand. The last day Billy was... Billy, he hadn’t shown up at the motel 6, you figured he changed his mind. You didn’t blame because, well, you weren’t anything special to him. Some weird game or phase, you didnt really care or minded. You don’t hear the front door open or feel the few stares at you.

“Sometimes... I think he’s still here,” you whisper. “I keep seeing him everywhere I look, I want to forget because I know- I know I didn’t matter to him, but-“ you break off and pull away.

“It’s okay,” you shake your head at her words, “he was your... friend, you’re gonna miss him.”

You sighed, finally seeing Max and Eleven watching you. A faint understanding of who you’re talking about, heck, apparently you were a significant memory in Billy’s life- so El says. You want to believe her, even if you did help Billy in his last moments, but you know, deep down, it was just a summer fling.

“I just want to leave this town,” you mutter.

Eleven watches you slink off to your room. The door closing softly.

~~ “Billy, look at me,” he blinks up from Eleven to you, tears running down his face as he holds Eleven under him.

Half himself, half the Mind Flayer still. His face tells you he wants to break free, his body and hands are still under its spell.

“Remember that day, at the video store?” Mike and Max tilt their head in confusion, “and I helped you pick a movie to bore Tammy into having sex with you? I like to think that was the start of our friendship,” you somehow chuckle despite the situation, Eleven glances from you to Billy, his hands softening enough for her to wiggle free. “Then I spent almost three hours with you, planning a date for Jessica- only she bailed, so we went to the arcade and you stole those kids tickets and I beat the high score on Mind Tricks.”

The noises around you becomes nothing as Billy stands, he’s panting and looking confused, yet terrified. Finally, he looks at you, blinking a few times.

“I bailed on Jessica,” he stutters out and you choke a little, “I bailed on her.” Is all he says before he faces the Mind Flayer. ~~

Your door opens and you see the girls, smiling softly at you. You raise an eyebrow at them, you hadn’t talked about that night with anyone. It was an unspoken request that no one brought up Billy around you, especially Max. You didn’t want them to ask about it because you don’t have answers, you just know that, you and Billy, had this unspoken connection- relationship- friendship- whatever it was.

Sometimes you get the feeling that if you never took that summer job... he’d still be alive.

“Wanna watch Back to The Future?” El asks with a soft smile.

(Check out my Steve Harrington fic HERE, let me know what you think also)

[brainbuffering]

So, I try to keep my nerd side away from my Epilepsy Blog; however I was talking to @haikyuupaladin on Discord and we realised that the closest thing we have to an Epileptic Superhero is Denki Kaminari from My Hero Academia. His superpower/’quirk’ is that he can produce electricity from out of his body, with the side effect that releasing too much causes him to short circuit his brain to the point where he cannot form speech and only give everyone a thumbs up.

A super power about having access electricity that has serious consequences to your brain function? Now That’s What I Call Epilepsy! 

So here are 25 Epileptic Kaminari Headcanons for ya’ll to enjoy! 

When he first got his quirk the side effect was similar to febrile convulsions (something to Todoroki children also suffered from). He'd zap out too much electricity at random, take out the lights in the house, and then seize on the floor. Eventually he learnt to control the quirk a little as his brain developed more and it just morphed into Absence Seizures. (Seizures where in your brain sort of enters ‘buffering’ mode and you appear blank and non-responsive until it is over. The kind I have!) 

His Mum also has Epilepsy, but she has Grand Mal Seizures (the kind you think of when you imagine epilepsy) so she has to stick to regular medication. This also means she's well prepared for when Denki gets a seizure and it's just another day at the office!

He used to take medication to control his seizures, which essentially meant he couldn't use his quirk to do more than charge a phone. Yet it also meant he didn't have major seizures in the street and during class! Not ending up in hospital is always a plus. However once he decided to become a hero and apply to UA he stopped taking them in order to be able to use more voltage. It was a tough decision to make, since having seizures has long term medical consequences and can be very isolating. Yet the idea of being a hero, being able to save lives and do something GOOD with his powerful quirk was too strong a motivator. It's why he secretly relates to Deku so much. They both risk their health in order to succeed. 

Problem is, he has a wisdom of 8, so didn't think to tell his DOCTOR he was doing any of this! So didn't wean himself off of them like a SENSIBLE person, and it resulted in some serious side effects (e.g. hallucinations) and major seizures!

His parents were naturally furious with him for taking his life into his hands like this! They we're initially completely unsupportive of his choices and refused to sign any of the UA Consent forms. Going there and becomming a Pro-Hero would put him at risk not just during his job, but during his day-to-day life too!

They eventually accepted his choices though, and are now fully supportive of him. However they DO call him regularly to check that he's okay. When they moved into dorms, they made sure that the whole Bakusquad were informed of what to do if he had a grand mal. It was one of the demands they made upon agreeing to sign the permission form. 

No one in the class really knew that he had Epilepsy and that his 'stupid' mode was legit seizures until they all moved in together. They just thought it was a side effect of his quirk! Which is kind of true, but it's also way more than that. They all feel really bad about making fun of him for it (especially Jiro!) though Denki admits he doesn't mind it so much because sometimes it IS funny!

One of the reasons he doesn't do so well in lessons is that he keeps having absences during class. Not as long as the ones he has when he deliberately over uses his quirk, but long enough to cause disruption to his learning.

It's especially a problem in exams, and Aizawa has worked out that he needs to not only give him extra time, but erase his quirk during the exams.

This isn't figured out until his second semester though, and theory lessons have become so much easier!!!

Momo's study parties really helped as well, since if he has an absence she can just repeat the topic. The whole gang can now spot when he's having an absence. It's really helpful!

He knows full damn well that going to bed at 3am will cause him to have more seizures in the morning but he does it anyway because YOLO! 

Bakugo has started to just thwack him over the head and demand he goes to bed because despite everything he does care about that fuckin' Pichu. 

Also he should really know better than to over use his quirk without carefully training it first and taking it up volt-by-volt but again... YOLO! 

Kirishima has pointed out time and time again, yes Denki. You DO only live once, so please for the love of God have some self preservation!

He has sworn that he will never drink a drop of alcohol in his life though. Because Alcohol is dangerous and BAD and makes you SLEEPY which will give you SEIZURES and that's BAD! 

Nobody believes this for a SECOND. Kirishima already has an action plan in place for his 20th Birthday. Mina will melt away any glass that he even comes NEAR. Sero will stalk him everywhere, including the bathroom, to make sure he keeps his promise. And when inevitably he DOES find a way to get drunk and ends up having a seizure, Bakugo will clear the room of on lookers. Sure, his 20th is years away, but it PAYS TO BE PREPARED!

He used to wear a medical ID but found out that having bits of metal attached to him was a bad idea when you have an electric quirk! It just adds to the issues. 

He did have a plastic one for a bit but it just got irritating, and he needed to take it off for hero training anyway! So now he just carries a card in his wallet and has an app on his phone to let people know what's going on. 

He's talked about getting a tattoo with all his information on, but his parents are very against the idea. His new plan is just to became SUPER FAMOUS so everyone will know he has epilepsy and won't NEED to tell them his name and date of birth because they'll all just KNOW! 

He is thus the only student Aizawa will accept as aiming to become famous because he has a rational reason for doing so. 

One of the reasons he charges everyone's phones is that he's discovered releasing small amounts of electricity in a controlled way leads to fewer seizures during the day. 

He also carries around a few power bricks for the same reason, and so is popular amongst students in general. He hopes this will have the side effect of girls liking him! The results are still pending. 

Momo did some reading on Valentine's Day (for total legitimate reasons not because she wanted to get anyone chocolate that's OBSERED) and found out that St. Valentine is the patron saint of epileptics. As such, she organised for the whole class to get Denki chocolates as a sign of appreciation and recognition.

 He may have cried a little bit, because nobody had ever done anything like that before and feeling accepted amongst the class for his disability fes really amazing and awesome.

[writinginstardust]

Not So Meet-Cute

Pairing: Alex Claremont-Diaz x reader

Prompt: I'm having a snowball fight with my friend in the park and i hit you instead

Warnings: swearing I think

A/N: Thanks to @writingbychelle for requesting this prompt! Can you even imagine the horror of accidentally attacking a president’s son?

Word Count: 1521

*

I woke up with a crick in my neck and chilly toes, to bright light streaming in through the window. Much brighter than the winter mornings I was used to back home. I rolled off the couch and padded over to the window wrapping a blanket over my shoulders and mentally thanking whoever designed Georgetown student housing for carpeting the floors. 

Blinding whiteness greeted me when I reached the window and I audibly gasped. Snow. Everywhere. Blanketing the world and silencing it in a way it never quite managed to do in England. It was magical. Even if it was still just a college campus.

“(Y/N), good, you’re up.” I turned around to find my friend, Emily, emerging from her room, still in pyjamas but disgustingly perky for the morning.

“It’s snowing,” I informed her, probably rather uselessly. 

“Yeah, it does that here sometimes,” she said dismissively. Honestly, only a year and a half living here and she was already completely accustomed to and unbothered by snow, something I so rarely got to enjoy.

“Well we have to go out and play in it. I demand it.”

“Fine. But we have to go have a snowball fight on the Mall, everyone does it. It’s a lot of fun.”

“Ooo, is this some kind of Georgetown tradition I get to take part in?” I’d heard about quite a number of them that had intrigued me in the past.

“Yep. You can say you’re one of us after this.” She grinned. “Now go shower, I’m gonna make pancakes.”

*

The Mall was filled with people already when we arrived, almost all of them students, every one of them having the time of their lives. We found a few of Emily’s friends and joined in their snowball war, my side obviously winning as Emily’s surrendered. The rest of them headed off to get coffee, having apparently been there hours before, but we weren’t done just yet. It was time for a one on one showdown to see who was the superior fighter.

“Hey! Em!” She turned at the sound of my voice and I launched a snowball at her. She was too quick though and dove for the ground before it could hit her. Instead it sailed over her and smacked right into the face of a guy passing by. Shit. 

The guy stopped in his tracks and turned towards me, brushing snow out of his hair. Unsurprisingly, he didn’t look particularly pleased at this turn of events. 

“Oh my god, I am so sorry!” I rushed forward, trying to apologize. Emily was climbing back to her feet looking tense and vaguely horrified. I knew how she felt. “I was aiming at my friend but she ducked and I didn’t even realise you were there and oh my god are you alright? I really am so so sorry for hitting you.”

His scowl softened into a slight smile and wow, now I was close, I couldn’t help noticing just how cute this guy was. I just had to hit him, of all people, in the face with a snowball. 

“It’s alright. It was an accident.” Well at least he wasn’t mad at me, that was nice. And god, his voice was beautiful. Can a voice be beautiful? I wasn’t sure it could before but his definitely was. I felt like I recognised it too. And his face. The longer I looked at him, the more I felt as if I’d seen him somewhere before.

“I feel like I recognise you… Do you go to Georgetown or something?” I could see him trying not to laugh and it was as adorable as it was confusing.

“Yeah, I’m studying government and politics there.” I made a face automatically at that. I hated politics.

“Oh, you might know my friend Emily then,” I gestured towards her and she came to stand beside me. “She’s studying something political there.”

“(Y/N),” she hissed in my ear. “That’s Alex Claremont-Diaz.” The guy - Alex - seemed to be struggling even harder in his effort not to laugh now. 

Claremont-Diaz...political major...oh shit. It took a couple of seconds but I finally put it together. That’s why he looked familiar. He was the First Son of the United States. And I’d attacked him with a snowball. I felt horror creeping up and knew it was showing on my face as Alex finally lost it and cracked up laughing.

“So,” I started slowly. “You’re telling me, I just hit the president’s son with a snowball?” 

Alex was still laughing when he managed a “yes” in response. “And quite hard by the way.”

“Again, I am so sorry.” I apologised once more but he waved it off, finally managing to stop laughing. “So when should I expect to be taken out by the secret service? I want to make sure this asshole at work knows how much I hate him before I go.” Alex laughed again before replying. He really did have a wonderful laugh.

“Don’t worry, the secret service won’t take you out. I will though.” Again, it took me a couple of seconds to get his meaning, my brain was short circuiting a bit, but I felt my cheeks heating as I understood. And, well, I wasn’t going to say no. He might be the president’s son, and that was kinda daunting, but he was also cute as hell and a really nice guy.

“Yeah, okay,” I said, trying and failing to keep my smile under control. “That would be nice.”

He grinned and passed me his phone to put my number in. I couldn’t quite believe this was something that was actually happening to me right now. Entering my name, I finished creating the contact and handed the phone back to him.

“Well, unfortunately I have places to be right now,” he smiled regretfully. “But I’ll text you. …(Y/N),” he added after glancing at his phone quickly and making me realise I hadn’t actually told him before. Maybe that had been a good thing because it had never sounded as sweet as it did when he said it.

“Okay,” I said rather uselessly. “I’ll, uh, see you later.”

“See you later.” With a final smile, he turned and continued on his way. Emily was practically vibrating beside me and exploded when he was barely out of earshot.

“Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my fucking god!” She whisper-yelled. “You did not just get Alex Claremont-Diaz’s phone number!”

“Well, I mean technically he has my phone number.” I couldn’t stop smiling and it didn’t really matter who had who’s phone number.

“Semantics,” Emily shrugged. “This is insane. And all you had to do was hit him in the face with a snowball.” I cringed a bit at the reminder of that but she just laughed. “At least you two will have a good meet-cute story to tell your children.”

“Em!” I screeched. I’d only just met the guy and she was apparently planning our wedding and future family. 

“I’m just saying…” My phone buzzed at that moment and I was thankful to whoever had unknowingly helped me out of this conversation. It was a text from an unknown number and I knew who even if he hadn’t bothered to sign his name. Alex.

unknown number: try not to hit any other guys with snowballs. I don't want to be competing with half of dc xx

I grinned down at my phone, ignoring Emily’s smug smile in my peripheral as I quickly saved his number and typed a reply.

me: promise xx

I looked up and in the direction he’d left. He hadn’t got all that far yet and I saw him smile as he looked back over his shoulder and met my gaze. Hopefully he was far enough not to notice the flush creeping across my cheeks again.

alex: dinner tonight?

me: sounds good

I checked with Emily before sending that and she told me that if I didn’t say yes she would disown me as a friend. Clearly I didn’t have a choice. Not that I wanted one anyway.

alex: I'll come by at 6:30. 

me: okay, I'll see you later x

alex: can’t wait xx

I put my phone away then, barely registering what I was actually doing. Wow. Okay. This was a thing that was really happening.

“Hey, Earth to (Y/N).” Emily’s voice brought me back to reality.

“Huh?” 

“Let’s go. You need to find something to wear tonight. None of the clothes you brought are date appropriate.”

“That’s because I wasn’t planning to go on any dates.”

“I know, I know. But now you are, so we need to go shopping.” She grabbed my arm and pulled me along behind her, very much on a mission now. Another day I might have complained but I was too happy right now. After all, it wasn’t everyday I hit the First Son in the face with a snowball and managed to get a date out of it. Statistically, it was unbelievably improbable and yet here I was. It only made it all the sweeter.

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A Bracciano smutty little fic :) #nicotino #skamitalia

Hi ! Just wrote this last night at 2 AM, so please forgive me if it's not any good. Disclaimer : I do own not the characters, nor the original storyline. Thank you for reading ! :-) This is my own take on what happened in Bracciano at the end of season 2, episode 7. Martino barely has the time to brush his teeth before Niccolò shows up at the door, and he has to remind himself how to breathe properly. ------------------------------------------- The boys just left and Martino can’t freakin’ believe it. Before his nerves get the best of him, he actually texts the address of Gio’s cabin to Niccolò, and gets up from the couch. He’s shaking with nerves, and his legs are restless. He needs to brush his teeth, clean up the mess, get the fire going because it’s actually almost extinct in the fireplace, and most importantly, he needs to look good for when Nico gets here. Niccolò. Here, in Bracciano.

Martino gets into the bathroom and brushes his teeth, a little too impatiently, trying to focus on one thought at a time. Earlier, he sent that fateful message to Niccolò and hoped for the best. But upon seeing the hours pass by and still no answer, he felt like giving up. But Niccolò didn’t give up, on the contrary. He probably weighed out the pros and cons, and still decided to get to Bracciano, to Martino. Marti still couldn’t believe it. How did Niccolò manage to choose him over Maddalena ? How can someone actually choose him over their long-time girlfriend ? He’s stopped in his thoughts by looking up at the mirror, and winces. Wow, his hair is a mess. He tries to comb it with his fingers, and his heart skips a beat when he hears the unmistakable sound of a car door opening and closing just outside the cabin.

Dammit, Niccolò’s here, and Martino is almost high on the anticipation. He’s also nervous as fuck, but he’s willing to put that aside for now. He hasn’t seen Niccolò in a while now, and just the thought of seeing the dark-haired boy he likes so much actually makes him giddy. He walks down the hallway, to face the glass door, and his heart stops when he sees Niccolò smiling up at him. Martino’s all kind of impatient at this point, but he takes his time, opening the door and greeting Niccolò, who looks around, a puzzled look on his face.

“Where are your friends ?” Marti recalls with a rush of gratitude Gio getting up from his chair, and saying that they’re leaving and that Martino should tell Nico to come here. “They went out”, he says, and they both understand what he’s not saying out loud.

We’re alone for two hours, Martino thinks, and he almost shivers. Two hours alone with Niccolò, no risk of getting interrupted whatsoever. It makes his head spin, and before he even realizes it, he closes the gap between them and kisses Nico. Finally, he thinks, and he smiles to himself.

They take their time. Niccolò kisses him sweet, gently, softly, and Marti moans into the kiss, before slipping his tongue between their open lips. Nico makes sounds that Marti likes, so so much. He feels the heat between them, and flushes darkly as he leads them in the hallway towards the bedroom. God, Niccolò gasps into their kiss, and Marti’s head is swimming. He can feel the heat coursing through his veins like lava, and takes a deep breath when they break from the kiss, Niccolò removing his scarf and sweater. Marti smiles, and wants to ruffle his hair, which is spiking every which way. God, he’s beautiful, with those green eyes and flush cheeks, lips red from all the kissing, and that smile that could definitely compete with the sun. Marti’s train of thought is stopped abruptly when Nico removes his shirt, and he closes his eyes, inhaling deeply through his nose. Wow, how is it possible that seeing someone shirtless could affects him this much ?

He barely has the time to think about it, and removes his own shirt. Niccolò presses kisses to his heart and neck, and Martino has to remind himself to breathe. He definitely feels the heat pooling south, and he has to bit back a moan when Nico flushes his hips against his. The contact of his skin against Marti’s makes his blood sing, and he closes his eyes. His breath catches in his throat. His senses are overstimulated in the best way possible, and he has to bite his lower lip, drowning in his own pleasure. Nico presses kisses onto his chest, over his nipples, and Marti gasps, brain short-circuiting in an instant and blood going straight to his dick. “Nì….” He opens his eyes to see that Niccolò is kneeling in front of him, tugging at his jeans. Martino can’t escape the low moan coming out of his lips. This boy is going to be the death of him, he thinks, right before Nico removes his owns jeans and smiles up at him. Eyes staring into his, Niccolò’s fingers skim over the waistband of his boxers, and Martino’s knees turn to jelly. His breath is coming out shallow, and he nods, understanding that Nico’s waiting for him to give him the green light. When his fingers wrap around his dick, Martino bites forcefully the inside of his cheeks and he closes his eyes, flashes of pure want running through him like fire.

He has had dreams about this, many of them, but nothing ever came close to what’s happening right now. Pleasure sparks across his skin, at the base of his spine, and it’s ridiculous how much he’s turned on. He can actually feel his cheeks becoming redder and redder by the second, and he doesn’t dare to look at Niccolò, who’s smiling, he can feel it against his skin. His blood is running hot through his veins, and he’s having a hard time breathing. Nothing in his life has ever felt this good, this intense, and clearly, jerking off on his own doesn’t even come close to this. Being touched by Nico is a whole other dimension of pleasure. Martino can feel his fingers leaving his dick, and he whimpers at the loss. Nico laughs a little, and he can feel him tugging at his boxers. The meaning beyond that gesture makes Marti’s blood rush south in an instant, and he gasps, lost in the anticipation and the pleasure.

“Can I blow you ?” Niccolò says, and Martino has to take a second to catch his breath and actually be able to form a coherent sentence. “Fuck, Nì, yes, please”, he hears himself saying, panting, and he can feel his eyes roll in the back of his head the second Nico’s lips close around his dick. This is freakin’ incredible, he thinks to himself, before Niccolò engulfs him and everything around Martino disappears. “Fuck, Nì !” His eyes go wide at the new sensation, and Marti melts into a puddle. God, everything feels so warm, hot, right this second, that’s a feeling he could definitely get used to.

White pleasure sparks under his skin, and he feels the burning heat pooling in his stomach. He feels the heat everywhere, and he clearly recognizes the premisces of his orgasm approaching all over. “Nì…” he gasps, tugging on his hair just to make sure he knows what’s coming, cheeks heating, lust taking over him. But Niccolò doesn’t move, and keeps on making these frankly obscene sounds that make Marti’s head spin. Marti’s back arch against the wall, radiating waves of heat overtaking his senses, and he comes, hard, with Niccolò’s name on his lips, like a praise. “Fuck”, he pants, hard, barely able to stand. He has to catch his breath at the sight of Niccolò slotted between his thighs, smiling up at him. His eyes shine, and his cheeks are a deep shade of red. Martino grabs him by the shoulder, and pulls him into a long searing kiss, trying to convey all of the pleasure he just experienced, and the feelings he can’t express with words right now. Nico seems to understand as he smiles into their kiss. He suddenly gasps into Martino’s mouth when he feels his hand slip under his boxers, and Marti’s fingers around his dick. “You’re so hot, Nico”, he whispers into his ear, breath catching up in his throat. He strokes him slowly, almost teasingly as if he wanted to build his pleasure up, and Nico pants into Marti’s shoulder, face hidden into his neck, his breath uneven and hot against his skin. Niccolò comes all over Marti’s hand, who’s trying to remember how to breathe correctly, eyes closed, his own skin tingling all over. “God, Marti”, Nico gasps, body limp against Martino’s. Neither of them want to move, and they stay still for a few minutes, listening to each other’s breathing, coming down from their orgasms. “I guess it’s a good thing that the guys went out”, Martino voices out loud, and there’s a beat before both of them laugh incontrollably. “Yeah, I guess they didn’t need to see that”, Nico chuckles. “Come on, let’s go snuggling up under the covers”, he says, taking Martino’s hand in his. They grab their clothes, discarded everywhere, and close the door behind them.

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The Adventures Of Eric Derekson Chapter 10 | A Conversation That Should Have Happened A While Ago And A Very Long Story Titile That’s Stating To Sound Like That Of A Fall Out Boy Song.

Warnings: none that i can think of

Relationship: Heric

Characters: Host, Eric, Bim, cameos from several other Egos

Eric was nervous. duh.

On this particular day, he was nervous because he had a big problem. A big, tall, handsome, trenchcoat-wearing problem. The Host. He had been Erics very best and closest friend (and not so secret crush) for months now. If he didn’t tell The Host how he felt sometime soon he would explode.

And therein lies the rub. because if he told The Host how he felt and got rejected, he’d never be able to talk to him again. He couldn’t take that chance, never. And so, he suffered and suffered, until one day, he couldn’t take it anymore and sought help from the manor’s self-proclaimed relationship expert.

Bim trimmer. Who was also, coincidentally, the manor’s not-so-self-proclaimed gossip hound. But Eric didn’t really know who else to go to, so there he stood, outside of Bims bedroom door.

The door flew open the second he knocked. and there stood Bim, wearing nothing but polka dotted leggings, knee high boots, and a glittery purple scarf, for some reason.

“Eric! What a pleasant surprise! Sorry for not being as put together as I usually am, but i was cleaning out my closet, which basically means that I try on everything in it and throw away what isn’t in season anymore.”

“O-Oh, i’m sorry, i didn’t know you were busy...i don’t wanna be a bother, i’ll come back another time-“

“Nonsense! a quiet lil’ cutie like you could never bother me!” Bim wrapped an arm around Eric’s shoulders and guided him into the room, which, to Eric, looked like the place where New York fashion week went to die. there were clothes of all kinds scattered everywhere. well, except for a little couch up against the wall, which was where Bim was taking him.

The gameshow host snapped his fingers. Inexplicably, the room was suddenly spotless, and he was wearing his usual attire of a three piece suit and tie.

“There. Much better.”

“But don’t you wanna finish going through your clothes...?”

“oh, I never throw away anything in my closet anyway. i’m sure if you went far enough in there you’d find some stuff from the ‘40s. Anyway, what was it you wanted to talk to me about?”

“Um...you’re t-the ‘relationship expert,’ right?”

“The one and only.”

“...Okay. B-Before I tell you anything, y-you have to promise me you won’t t-tell anybody.”

“Aww!”

“Please, Bim..?”

“Fine. You’re lucky you’re too cute to say no to.”

“T-Thank you. Now um...I kinda sorta like somebody.”

“Do tell.”

“Okay, okay...i-it might be a bit surprising, but...I-I like The Host.”

Bim snorted before hiding his face and breaking into a fit of giggles.

“Oh honey, I know. Everyone knows.”

Eric blushed immediately. “E-Everyone?”

“Well, everyone except Host at least. The poor bastard is as clueless as you are.”

“What...?”

“He likes you too. it’s so obvious. plus, he rants to me about how cute he thinks you are every damn day.”

“H-He what??”

Bim laughed even harder. “Babe, you have no idea how many of us have been internally screaming at you two to just date already.”

Eric didn’t know whether to laugh or blush or cry. In the end, he settled for putting on a big goofy grin. “S-So he likes me back!?”

“Yes, you dummy!” Bim paused and took a deep breath. “i’m sorry, that was rude. you’re not a dummy, you’re beautiful and perfect just the way you are. But you’re kinda clueless when it comes to relationship stuff.”

“I guess you’re r-right...B-But now i know he likes me back!”

Eric sprung up from his seat to head to his room, but not before giving Bim a quick hug and a “Thank you!”

He was a giggling, blushing mess the whole way back to his room. However, onece he got there, he stopped. What was he supposed to do now? if he tried to ask Host out, he’d just mess it up! he couldn’t let that happen! and knowing that The Jost likes him too was amazing, but it would definitely make their future interactions awkward. Oh god, he’d never be able to talk to Host now.

...___...

Luckily for Eric, the god of love seemed to be on his side. after hiding in his room for almost the entire day, he had changed into his favorite onesie and gotten ready for bed. However, before he could shut off the lights and snuggle up under the covers, there was a quiet knock at the door. He walked over, opening it a crack to see who was on the other side.

There stood The Host. He was fidgety and anxious, which was unprecedented in and of itself, but what really confused Eric was that he was holding what appeared to be a very tiny tree.

He opened the door all the way. “H-Host?”

“The Host apologizes for coming to Eric this late, but he wishes to speak with him about something important.”

“O-Oh, it’s no problem! I’m a-always glad to have you as c-company...” Eric went a bit pink, but he gestured for Host to come in.

The two sat next to each other on Eric’s bed. There was silence for a while, but then The Host cleared his throat and spoke.

“The Host apologizes again for coming this late, but he just couldn’t wait any longer.” He drew in a deep breath.

Host handed the little tree to Eric, who took it and looked at it curiously. “It’s a bonsai tree. The Host knows that flowers are more visually appealing, but they wither up in a few days and...Well, he just thought that it would be nice to give Eric something that he can keep and take care of.”

“Oh, thank y-you, I love it! It’s a-adorable!” Eric smiled and set the bonsai tree on his bedside table, then turned back to Host. “But why d-did you bring it to me?”

“Well, like The Host said, flowers are usually used for these types of things...”

“What...?”

“What The Host is trying to say is that he likes Eric very much, and has for a long while now. I-In a romantic sense, that is. He understands if Eric does not feel the same, but he needed to get this off of his chest.”

Host curled in on himself a bit, avoiding looking in Erics direction.

Eric, meanwhile, was blushing from the tips of his ears all the way down to his neck.

“You- You r-really didn’t know?”

“Know what?”

“I thought I was being a total obvious mess, with how I couldn’t s-stop blushing when you t-talked to me, or how I f-followed you around like a lost puppy, o-or how I, like, short-circuited whenever you smiled at me-“

Eric stopped himself from rambling. “What I mean is, I um...I like you too. A-A whole bunch.”

The Host beamed. it was by far the happiest Eric had ever seen him, and he felt a little blossom of pride at causing that happiness.

“Eric has no idea how relived The Host is right now- And he thought he was being the obvious one? The Host thought it was him!”

he laughed. Eric laughed too. Soon both of them were in fits of giggles, both from the sheer hilarity of the situation and the relief that their feelings towards each other were reciprocated. After they had calmed down, Eric asked, “So...what do we do now?”

“...In all of the romance books The Host has read, this is usually the part when the kiss happens.”

“That...t-that sounds nice.”

The Host smiled a bit. Then he moved closer to Eric and cupped his face with one hand. And finally, finally, he gave him a slow, gentle kiss on the lips.

He’d never known why authors used the description of fireworks going off to describe the feeling of a kiss, but now that it was happening to him, he was beginning to understand it. The butterflies that had been in his stomach had all flown away, leaving a fiery, almost overwhelming feeling of happiness. When Eric moved to wrap his arms around The Host and pull him closer, he couldn’t think properly. all he saw in his mind were bursts of dazzling color.

Eric felt exactly the same as Host did. It was finally happening, everything that he had been imagining for the past months was finally happening! He could barely process it all.

Host and Eric pulled away from their kiss eventually, but they stayed in their embrace. Eric rested his head against Hosts shoulder, and hestayed like that until he was nearly asleep. Host laid him down on the bed and made to leave for his own room, but Eric grabbed his hand and tugged him back.

“Stay...?”

Host couldnt say no to Eric’s big puppy dog eyes. So he took off his trenchcoat and laid down next to him, then curled up around him.

Eric barely had time to mumble a goodnight before he was asleep. Host sighed, hugging the smaller man so that he would be secure. He kissed Eric on the forehead, then he too drifted off into a peaceful sleep.

[traversetheatre]

Interview with Tim Key

‘Poeticals, talking, standing, spotlights, cables, Kronenburg, foot-stamping and old school wistfulness.’ That’s how comedian Tim Key describes his new solo show – Megadate – which arrives at the Traverse in June.

Interview by Ben Williams.

Indeed, a Tim Key show features far more than just stand-up. His live offerings are ambitious and theatrical, an intricate web of pithy poems and playful anecdotes, short films and elaborate stunts, and, yes, plenty of lager guzzling.

Off stage, Key’s acting skills has scored him parts in TV treasures like Inside No 9, Peep Show and Detectorists, and back on stage in the twentieth anniversary run of Art at London’s Old Vic Theatre. Plus, for the last eight years, he’s been sitting alongside Norfolk’s premiere digital radio DJ Alan Partridge as the scene-stealing Sidekick Simon. 

But it’s live on stage – reading silly poems off the back of playing cards, teasing the audience with semi-whimsical stories and sloshing cans of beer – that’s earned Key a legion of fans, and Megadate is his funniest show yet.

In Megadate, you reminisce about an elaborate first date. Is the show based on your own person experience? I think this show is rooted in reality – somewhere, somehow, someone – but blended with a lot of dreamy imaginings. There are moments, people, things that happened in real life. But I talk about throwing myself out of the Shard, so it can’t be entirely true. If there are moments on stage, however, where I look a bit wistful, that’s because I am a bit.

Short poems are your trademark, but there’s a large story element to this show. Which do you prefer to write? The short poems are the enjoyable bit. They take no time or thought – obviously! – and I like doing it. The long-form bits kill me. Lots of thinking, trying it out on stage, reaching deep, deep into your soul. That’s the hard bit, but, obviously, the more satisfying part, too. No gain without pain.

Megadate’s your first solo show in four years. Why the break from live comedy? Good point. To be fair I did make a TV show – Gap Year – that took ages and meant I was, weirdly, living in Kuala Lumpur for five months. It’s difficult to stay active on the live scene in those circumstances.

You didn’t attempt to break the southeast Asian comedy circuit while you were there, then? I did do ten minutes at a Malaysian lady’s fortieth birthday party one night, to be fair to me, it was a fairly mixed reaction. But I have missed not having a solo show, I must admit.

This is your third UK tour. What’s your favourite thing about being on the road? Best part is definitely the shows. You assume the show will only ever work in London, you’ll travel to some other town and be destroyed. Then you suddenly realise that no matter where you go it’s more or less the same. Maybe better.

And the worst? Hearing the applause die down as you walk to your dressing room and eventually you are sitting in silence staring at yourself in a mirror with light bulbs around it sipping a warm Grolsch.

On stage, as well as your solo work, you recently played Yvan in Art at the Old Vic. How did you find the role? Mmmm, the most difficult thing I’ve ever done? God, I still have flashbacks. But, inevitably, it was also one of the most rewarding. That’s the problem, you realise that you really have to go out of your comfort zone to get anything worthwhile done these days. Glad I did it, but at times I did feel like I was going mad.

Going mad? I was part of a three-person cast with Rufus Sewell and Paul Ritter – two very well-respected theatre actors – and I remember, in rehearsals, seeing those two gradually getting better and better at doing their parts. It did feel like I was slightly watching a masterclass at times. Ritter going absolutely mental at my character, spit flying everywhere, Sewell watching on callously. They were exceptional.

Would you like to do more West End roles? Yes. One day. I’d like to do some Pinter at some point.

Which Pinter play would you most like to take on, and who would be in your dream cast? Well, I guess I wouldn’t mind doing The Caretaker with Paddy Considine and Eddie Marsan if push came to shove.

Your TV acting CV is substantial, too. Does the writer in you want to change lines or edit scripts? It’s case by case, I think. Ideally, you take jobs because you like the writing. Sometimes the writing can be exemplary but it still might make the thing better if you just tweak a word or a phrase. I’m shooting Alan Partridge at the moment, that’s a pretty good example. Steve Coogan and [co-writers] the Gibbons brothers’ scripts are impeccable, but there’s always room for the odd tweak in the moment… To be fair, slightly more than the odd tweak with Steve. But he’s Alan Partridge.

What can you tell us about the new series? It’s kind of a bit like The One Show – so there are autocues around the place.

Does that mean you don’t have to learn your lines? Well, it helps you stay on top of them, because they change a bit on the day. The trick is not looking like you’re literally reading your lines off the autocue. Desperately hoping my head and eyes aren’t drifting slowly from left to right whilst I’m talking.

You were a Partridge fan before getting the part. How does it feel to be involved? If I wasn’t in this I would be counting down the days until I could watch it. It’s so odd. Steve shook my hand at the end of a scene the other day and said “thanks mate”. Not a great anecdote, but amazing how surreal that stuff is. Steve Coogan pleased with you. Feels good!

So, after shooting Partridge and going on tour, what’s next for Tim Key? Go to the Edinburgh Fringe, do the show there. Then I don’t know, maybe four years off? I was surprised I made this show, to be honest, so I’m interested to see what comes next.

Finally, why should people across the country see Megadate? Well, it’s only an hour and a bit. You can watch it and it still doesn’t screw up your whole night. I know it’s not really the hard sell but I guess I would say “you may as well”.

Tim Key: Megadate  Wed 13 – Thu 14 Jun, 7.30pm BOOK NOW