#and i have tried so incredibly hard for the last 7 months to act like a friend and it didnt work. i couldnt do it. i want him to be happy
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#i finally ended communication with an ex that really hurt me#and i thought i didnt care anymore and that i just wanted him out of my life finally#but now i cant stop crying because i did love him once. i loved him so much and thats never coming back.#he did so so much for me and then he blew it all within about a month of dating#and i have tried so incredibly hard for the last 7 months to act like a friend and it didnt work. i couldnt do it. i want him to be happy#and safe and i dont want it to have anything to do with me but i miss how it used to be. i miss that friend so much and that friend is gone#and all thats left is a stranger i dont want to talk to anymore#i wish he could take this emotional trauma he gave me with him
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Make up
A/n: I am no good at skincare, make up or fashion but I tried gang please forgive also this is way longer than I thought it was gonna be oops.
I grew up with two parents in the army and my two older brothers. We moved around a lot I never really made friends moving every few months or even years made it hard.
I was also incredibly socially awkward so that didnât help when it came to making friends. I had my brothers and basketball to me that was enough.
I was six when my dad got me my first basketball. He taught me a few things and I became obsessed. Every day after school Iâd go to the court near my house and spend hours dribbling and shooting. Some times my brothers came but they had their own things.
Caleb my oldest brother made friends super easy he always managed to have a group of people around him. And Adam my younger brother liked soccer. He tried to teach me to play but it was not for me.
Anyway due to the fact I struggled to make friends and the only people I talked to where my parents and brothers I never learned how to do anything with make up or fashion.
Not that I didnât try. Whenever I did I ended up looking like a little boy. I did prefer a more masculine dress but I could never find an outfit that fit me. I am ashamed to admit but I do have more than one Nike tech outfit in my closet.
When Geno recruited me from UConn it was like a dream. I first got to the team and I was so awkward but Nika helped. She sat down right next to me and started talking.
She was my first friend and she helped me make friends on the team. And in class and on campus.
Now I was in my last year of college. Me and Nika had been dating for over two years and I had more friends than I thought possible.
My head rested on her chest, her hand gently tangling through my hair. My hand rested on her stomach drawing shapes against her soft skin.
Everything was perfect except one thing. I never really felt pretty. I wanted to do make up and dress how I would think looks good. But whenever I try I just get turned around and confused.
Nika was good at fashion and makeup she always looked good. I had thought about asking her so many times to help me. But it was something I never really knew how to bring up.
Another part of me never bringing it up was pressure from past relationships. When I had tried to do this stuff with past relationships and I had been told no cause âMascs shouldnât care about that stuffâ.
Obviously now being with Nika I know those relationships were toxic but I still couldnât get rid of the thoughts.But Nika was different I knew she wouldnât get upset.
âNi?â I murmur pulling away slightly to look at her. She smiled softly and brushed my hair from my face. âCan you help me with like fashion and stuff. I know I donât really act like I care but I wanna feel pretty sometimes to ya know.â
Nika gave me a giddy smile cupping my face in her hand. She had asked to do my makeup and skincare before but as you know internalized hate from my exs made me to scared.
âOf course. Tomorrow 8am Iâm taking you on a shopping spree and for tonight baby weâre doing skincare.â
I smiled and took her hand dragging her to the bathroom. I jumped up onto the counter and looked at her as she grabbed a bunch of stuff and put it on the counter.
âFrog head band or shark,â she said showing me two fluffy head bands.
âShark obviously.â I say snatching the head band from her left hand. She smiled and put on the other.
âNow this is definitely not something to do every night. But it is fun once every now and then.â I nod an watch her grab the first bottle turn out this first bottle was like one of a million things we would be doing.
After like 7 other steps she put a face mask on me. I made the horrible mistake of licking my lips.
âEw Nika this tastes horrible.â I say as I spit in the sink which did not make the horrible soapy taste leave my mouth. Nika laughed and kissed my lips.
âYouâre not supposed to get in your mouth.â She laughed and she pulled off the mask. She used a washcloth and rubbed of the extra residue.
There were a few more steps and I was practically falling asleep by the time Nika was done. I smiled leaning my head against her shoulder. I still sat on the counter, Nikas hand scratched my back and she kissed my head.
âCome on baby. Big day tomorrow.â She said, her hands slid under my thighs and lifted me off the counter. I wrapped my arms around her neck.
Nika always made me feel safe and comfortable. She helped me break down my shell and let me feel like I could be well a girl.
She carried me over to the bed and laid me down pressing a kiss to my forehead.
âI love you Nika,â I mumble as I close my eyes pulling our blanket up to cover my face.
âI love you too. Iâm glad you feel safe with me.â She said laying behind me. Her hand grabbed my hip and pulled me into her my back colliding with her front.
âMhm,â I mumble as Nikaâs hands dipped under my shirt to trace more shapes on my torso. Itâs something she had always done and something I had always loved.
I woke up before Nika she slept comfortably I smiled and pulled her close to me. I held her close to me. My hand gently scratching her back.
I leaned back and looked at the clock it was only 6:30 and I decided Iâd let her sleep in awhile longer. I was comfortable and the feeling of the brunetteâs body against mine was perfect.
I still struggled to believe she was mine. The Croatian who laid in front of me was simply unfathomable to my mind.
She was actual perfection. She was beautiful, her silky brown hair and big brown doe eyes. She was hilarious without even trying. She so was determined Iâve never seen someone work so hard.
I heard a whine come softly from her mouth, that was how I knew she was walking up. I kissed her head and looked down her big eyes looking at me.
Nika was not a morning person she whines and shut her eyes slamming her head into my chest. I laughed tangling my hand in her hair holding her head against my chest.
âWe gotta go shopping baby. Pretty me up and shit,â I whisper, tucking some of her hair behind her ear. She looked up and me glaring slightly.
âYouâre already pretty. You just dress like a 10 year old boy.â She said her voice strong with her accent. I smiled and laughed with her. âIâm going to call my parents and then love weâre going shopping.â
âOk baby,â I say leaning back in the pillows as Nika got up and walked to the bathroom. She always got ready while she talked to her parents.
I laid in bed staring at the ceiling, eventually I fell back asleep. I didnât even know until I heard Nika laughing her ass off. I peeled my eyes opened and glared at her.
âWhat is so funny,â I said my voice cracking since I had just woke up again. She laughed and turned her phone to me.
It was a picture of me. Not only was I knocked out asleep, but my mouth was wide open and had hair all over the place.
âNika Muhl you better delete that,â I say reaching for her phone she turned away pulling it to her chest.
âBut youâre so cute,â she said sticking out her bottom lip in a pout. She leans down and kisses my lips.
âYou better not show no one that,â I mutter as I stumble to the bathroom. I promptly get ready, brushing my hair and teeth and pulling on some baggy jeans and a white tee. âIâm ready to go shopping,â I say jumping out of the bathroom and looking at Nika who laid on our now made bed.
She looked up from her phone and smiled at me. I walked over and leaned slightly forward again for bed frame.
âIâm so excited. And I ordered Starbucks for while we shop so we need to pick it up.â She tells me grabbing her purse from the night stand. I push myself up and take her hand in mine
We had decided to take Nikaâs car since it was better on gas and much smaller than my truck so leaving after shopping at that mall which would be almost certainly packed since it was Saturday would be easier.
I insisted on driving even though she had volunteered. Nika wants to drive most of the time and Iâm not complaining but I felt useless if I didnât. She was planning the whole day to help me the least I could do was drive.
We made a quick stop at the Starbucks just off campus and I ran inside to grab me and Nikaâs drinks. She got a matcha of some sort and she had order my favorite drink for me.
The drive to the mall we had decided to go to, well Nika decided we go to was about an hour away from campus. Hence us waking up early to go. We left around 9 so weâd get there just as the shops open.
Iâm not one for crowds so going when itâs first opening when there are less people is for the better.
The whole drive Nikaâs hand rested on my thigh. We talked now and again about school, and she told me how her family was doing back in Croatian. We spoke about my oldest brothers wedding which was coming up in about 2 months and how we still needed to get Nika a dress.
We reached the mall, the parking lot was slowly filling up but not full enough to where we couldnât find a spot.
âWhere to first?â I ask, usually I only went to a store or two. Most of what I wore was the same plain shirt is 2 dozen colors, sweat pants and jeans.
âWell I made a pin board while we drove. Itâs just some things I think look good and we could see what you like or donât like.â She leaned over showing me her phone which somehow had 100 pins.
I nodded and told her which things I liked and didnât like. I didnât care for the shoulderless shirts, or the random flannels or extra unbuttoned shirts that were different color.
Nika didnât seem offended when I said things she just nodded, removed the pin and moved on asking if I liked the next outfit.
I found I liked the baggier pants, and jorts especially with baggy shirts. Which I also helped me find I liked graphic tees and when they had long sleeves under.
Nika told me I liked streetwise aesthetic which i didnât really get but I nodded along anyway.
Nika lead me into like 7 different stores where I managed to try on 20 different things every time. I didnât like everything some shirts were to boxy and some of the pants drooped to low for my liking.
There were some things I loved though and after the first few stores of the day my arms were full of bags.
I was happy but damn was I tired. I flopped down on a bench and rested my head on Nikaâs stomach as she stood in front of me. She laughed and ran her hand up and down my back.
âHow are you feeling,â she asked as I looked up at her.
âGirl I am so tired,â I groan âHow do people do this for fun?â I ask leaning my head back. A laugh fell from Nikaâs lips.
I loved when she laughed. Sometimes I just talked about dumb stuff because I knew Nika would laugh. It was so perfect every time. I think it was one of the first things I fell in love with about her.
âAdmit it you were having funny when you were trying things on.â She said as she set a few of my bags down on the ground next to us. I smiled and looked back at her.
âYeah I guess it was kinda fun playing dress up.â I smile and kiss her temple. âWhere to next?â I ask picking up the bags.
âLetâs go drop these off at the car. And the take a quick trip to Sephora and maybe Ulta.â she said, I nodded and followed behind her to the car. We loaded everything in the trunk and a few bags in the back seat.
Nika took my hand and lead me into the store. This was what I was most nervous about. At least I kinda understood clothes makeup did not make sense. Sure I have watched Nika do her make up hundreds of times but none of it made sense.
âI donât think weâre gonna get foundation I know you donât like having to much on your face.â She said as she pulled me towards the concealer.
âYouâre right. I would feel like Iâm wearing face paint all the time.â I agree as I follow behind her. Her eyes looked between the seemingly dozens of different concealers.
She would look at me and the back and the concealer. She would grab one then look at me again and grab another one. She had about six different shades after a few minutes. If you asked me it was excessive but than again Iâm not a makeup person.
âGive me your wrist.â Nika said with an outstretched hand. I reached out my arm so she could test the concealer. She did a swatch and then would tell me about how it was too orange or too light.
To be honest I zoned out and just thought about how cute her voice was and how concentrated she looked as she compared the different colors to my skin. God sheâs cute.
âI think this one will be good. Donât you love?â She said pointing to the fifth swatch on my arm. I looked down and sure enough it blended into my skin quite well.
âOh thatâs nice.â My eyes trailed the rest of my arm âI kinda look like a zebra.â I say twisting my arm in the light, she laughs softly and puts the concealers away minus the one I was getting of course.
âLetâs get some blush, mascara, eyelash curler, eye brow gel and a brush. And ooo primer. We can just get you the kind I like. And then you already have a collection of summer Fridays so weâre good there.â
90% of what Nika has just said didnât make sense to me. Summer Fridays did though. For some reason I tried Nikaâs one time and fell in love with it. I had every flavor minus the mint one. I donât like mint.
We bought the rest of the stuff and holy shit was make up expensive. Nika also explained to me I canât just get make up wipes I should use micellar water so make up doesnât get in my pores.
We drove home. Nika drove this time while I slept in the passenger seat for some reason I could play an entire basketball game running up and down the court but shopping wore me out like a bitch.
Eventually we got home and I ended up sitting on the counter again Nika standing between my legs.
âCanât we do this tomorrow?â I groan laying my head on her shoulder. It was 4pm there was really no point of putting on makeup. She smiled and wrapped her arms around me.
âI suppose so⌠but make up is so fun. Trust me baby.â I nod and think it over for a moment.
âAlright. Pretty me up pretty girl.â I say leaning back and resting on my hands.
âOk this is primer. It makes it easy for makeup to be applied basically.â She says, as she puts a few drops on my face. She gently rubs it into my face.
âIt feels sticky,â I murmur.
âThen concealer. You put this over discoloration eye bags really anything you want to cover up. Here.â She hands it to me and i but small swatchâs under my eyes and a a few other places.
Nika takes one of the brushes we bought and blended in into my skin, blush filler next, then she did my eyes brows an eye lashes.
Fun fact youâre not supposed to close your eyes when you curl your eye lashes. The more you know know I guess.
I hoped off the counter and looked in the mirror. I smiled, I felt pretty. Nikas stood behind me arms wrapped around my waist her head resting on my shoulder.
âYou look beautiful my love. Not because of the make up, thereâs just this energy radiating off of you.â She says as she kisses my cheek.
âThank you Nika. For everything.â
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I prefer songs that make me feel worse.
Gilmore Girls.
Reading because itâs the closest you get to an out of body experience.
Someone else enjoying something I made.
Itâs fine, Iâm getting used to it.
Cocoa butter.
BF.
Clothing made out of towel fabric, I used to have a matching set when I was a kid.
My and my family playing outside in the summer with a hose. I was like 7 and never felt happier.
I kinda lost it while riding the elevator last month for no reason, I tried to keep my laughing from the other person there but it was so hard I started crying, bf was there too.
A recent one, itâs a round dog plushie. I definitely sleep better while hugging it.
Sorting and cleaning.
Both work.
The career Iâm studying (theater!).
Tuna rice salad.
I would love to get better a drawing/painting portraits, Iâm working on it!
With acts of service or handmade gifts.
35 probs (I hope).
I received one in middle school, felt super ashamed because I didnât really like the kid and sent a message to him via a girlfriend that I wasnât interested. The letters I wrote were never sent.
I have many of those. Too many to choose.
Coffee.
âAct of incredible violence carried out gently like intimacy with a loved oneâ. (I made that one).
Yes! From dad, grandpa and bf.
Lucia â¤ď¸
It would be light blue.
Ireland with my bf and cats.
Iâm not really good at gardening â¤ď¸âđŠš
What Iâve gotten for myself.
I like to think Iâm not, but deep down probably yes.
I like sewing, drawing, reading, gaming, acting, imagining, yoga, dancing.
â¨soft asksâ¨
What song makes you feel better?
What is your go to comfort show?
Reading or writing? Why?
Whats your favorite feeling?
How do you like to take care of yourself?
Whatâs your favorite candle scent?
Who do you feel most like yourself around?
Whats a fabric/texture thatâs nostalgic for you?
Best childhood moment?
When was the last time you laughed so hard you cried? (or just felt really good afterwards)
Do you have a comfort item? Tell us about it!
What calms you down?
Bath or shower to relax?
Whats something upcoming that youâre excited for?
Comfort food?
Whatâs something you want to create soon?
How do you feel best loved?
What age in life do you think youâll feel most yourself at?
Have you ever written or received a love letter?
Tell us about a memory you hold close to your heart.
Tea, Coffee, or hot cocoa?
Name of your favorite playlist?
Have you ever received flowers?
Who is your bestfriend?
If your soul was a color, what would it be?
If you could live anywhere with anyone you want, where would it be and who would you bring?
Do you like to garden? Have you ever grown something?
What are you proudest of?
Are you a kind person?
What do your hobbies look like?
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playing with fire (part 1)
word count: 23k
fluff, smut (warning: age gap, infidelity, roommateâs father)
(series masterlist)
âis there any other way you could pay?â the woman behind the desk asked, stout and soft spoken with sympathy in her eyes.
she probably has to have this conversation with students a lot, tell them that their tuition payment didnât go through or that theyâre not eligible for government support.
or that the athletics department needed more scholarship money, successfully rendering you, one of the many photography majors on campus, unable to pay for your last semester of college.
âa loan of some sort or another scholarship, maybe?â she tried to help, âi could send over an e-mail of ones you might be eligible for.â
you swallow the lump forming in your throat, attempting to calm all the anxiety and stress violently making its way through your body.
ây-yes, that would be great, thank you,â you barely manage to get out, hoping and praying to some unknown force above that you donât burst into tears.
you were nearing the end of the fall semester, the last fall semester you ever anticipated of having, when you found out just last week that you were no longer eligible for your scholarship.
in a short, curt e-mail explaining that, while you kept up your gpa and never strayed from the requirements, theyâve maxed out their amount of funding and are looking to use that money elsewhere.
âcan they do that!?â your best friend and roommate of four years yelps, gucci sunglasses atop her head as she stomps around your shared, off-campus apartment.
âthey canât seriously do that! youâve been a straight a student since you started and now they wanna take it away?! before your last semester of senior year?!â
âeunbi, itâs not ideal but iâve already come to terms with it,â you explain gently, leaving out the part where you did, in fact, have a break down right outside the bursar office only an hour ago. âiâll just save up money and come back in the fall to finish.â
âthatâs so not right or fair though!â she whines, something about the concept of not getting what she wants unfamiliar to your roommate.
you first met park eunbi during freshmen move in day, your two raggedy luggages and beat up backpacks an embarrassing contrast to the multiple louis vuitton travel bags she lunged in.
you were intimidated for all of three seconds, before she looked at you with a smile and threw her arms around you like a long lost best friend.
it was obvious she came from money, the way she spoke and carried herself so confidently before her parents came in and introduced themselves.
they were both gorgeous and tall and looked far too young to have an 18-year-old daughter, covered in fancy jewelry and expensive looking clothing.
her dad, who introduced himself as mr. park seonghwa, didnât seem to bat an eye at your more humble appearance. he reminded you a lot of eunbi, honest and genuine in the way he was kind and nonjudgemental.
mrs. park seemed nice enough, too, though you could see the judgement behind her pretty eyes.
the way she sneered at your bags and looked down at your hands, so different from her and her daughterâs not covered in diamond bracelets or acrylic nails.
âdid we just miss your parents?â she asked, her voice just as pretty and rich sounding as she appeared; you bet if she laughed, sheâd had have that melodic, care-free laugh all rich women seem to have.
âoh, uh, yeah, iâm sorry,â you apologized, lying through your teeth with a shy smile and averting gaze - you had to move in by yourself, the same way you traveled here all alone with no one to send you off.
âitâs okay, we just thought itâd be nice to meet them,â eunbiâs father interjects, the smile on his handsome face causing your stomach to swoop - how is he a dad?
âwe were gonna take eunbi to an early dinner before we left. do you wanna join us?â
âoh no, itâs okay, iâd hate to intru-â
âno, youâre coming, câmon!â your new roommate whined, grabbing your hand and pulling you toward the door. âweâll be able to get a lot of dessert out of them. probably the whole menu if we wanted.â
and you saw that over the years, eunbi knew she could, in fact, get whatever she wanted from her parents. they had the money and the means and the fondness in their hearts for their only daughter.
but it never seemed to get to your friend.
she was always kind and thoughtful of others and never said or did anything to suggest she was just a brainless, spoiled rich kid.
even in your guyâs second year when she found out you were going to school on an academic scholarship, she didnât care. she didnât turn her nose up or think you were lesser than her for not having the funds; if anything, it only made her praise you more.
that you were smart and ambitious enough to work under the strict guidelines of a prestigious scholarship.
âi know itâs not fair,â you mumble, not wanting to cry or have another anxiety attack over this matter. âbut it is what it is. iâll figure it out.â
she lets out a dejected, defeated sigh so uncharacteristic of the girl, plopping down on her pink, fluffy bed and bringing you down with her.
âweâll sell feet pics over winter break,â she concludes after a few minutes of silence, wrapping her arm around yours and curling her body into yours. âyou know how much money we can get from that? and we have pretty feet,â she says, sticking her leg up and wiggling her red, painted toes.
thereâs a little less tightness in your chest and a little heaviness lifted in your stomach as you let out a giggle, looking over at your best friend who truly got you through the last four years of school.
you really donât know how youâd still be functioning if it werenât for her.
âyouâre sick.â
âiâm serious,â she giggles out, flipping on her side and causing the bed to bounce under you. âyouâre still good with coming tomorrow, right? i told my parents you were.â
she had invited you to her house for the winter break this year, the girl not wanting you to spend a month alone in the apartment.
youâve shared with her how strained your relationship with your parents has been, really, since birth. never seeing eye to eye to them and feeling as if they never had your best interests at heart.
when most kids get full ride scholarships, their parents are immensely proud. bragging about how smart they are and telling them how proud they were.
but your parents were the opposite.
they didnât want you to up and leave them to pursue an education. they thought you were gonna stay with them forever, not go to college like them and help run the family business back home in your tiny little hometown.
it was your dream to go to college and get a degree, though, so thatâs exactly what you did for yourself; but they saw it as a giant fuck you.
saw it as you thinking you were better than them and basically told you to never come back if you thought you were so much smarter and better off without them.
so youâd spent every winter or summer vacation in the dorms, this year finally being the time you accepted eunbiâs invitation to stay over - reluctantly.
âi packed all my stuff, yeah,â you mumble, hands twisted into one another nervously. âbut... are you sure theyâre okay with it? i donât wanna intrude or be there if iâm not wanted.â
ây/n, please,â she whines, âmy mom may be a raging bitch but you know i make the rules in that house.â
âthatâs not what i meant,â you mutter immediately, looking to the girl with a small frown on your lips.
although it was no secret eunbiâs mom didnât ever seem too fond of you, always sneering at your off-brand items or questioning the logistics of why exactly you needed a scholarship to afford college, you always tried to remain polite.
smile at her and greet her happily even though there was always a thick, palpable tension between you two.
âoh but it is,â she chuckles out, the girl far too aware of what a materialistic snob her mother is. âitâs fine, i know sheâs a bitch. my dadâs just coming tomorrow anyway. i told him to bring one of the bigger cars so we can lay out in the back.â
you have to bite back a snarky comment about the fact there are multiple cars in question, though the look in your eye certainly gives it away. she can only giggle and shrug her shoulders, flopping onto her back as she tells you about how excited she is to be reunited with her boyfriend.
eunbi and jiwoon have been dating since their second year of high school, going to colleges only an hour away from each other; he was just as handsome as he was kind and good to her, leaving you with no other option but to love and support the both of them.
and you try to listen to her rambling that ensues, you really do, but your mind is swirling with some slight anxiety about staying with her family for a month.
you donât wanna make her mom even more irritated, deal with the side eyes and passive aggressive comments and overall feeling of just not being wanted.
you donât want eunbi to feel obligated to be with you 24/7, act as a cock block to her and her boyfriend who havenât seen each other in almost six weeks.
and maybe, you donât want your tiny, small, miniscule crush on mr. park to make you feel any more awkward than it does, wondering how a married man who has a daughter in college is still so handsome and alluring.
it also doesnât help that heâs just so incredibly kind, always making everyone feel so comfortable and welcomed, itâd be hard not to just develop a little, secret crush on him.
âeunbi, who is that sexy ass man who just dropped you off?â one of your suite mates asks your roommate, everyone gathering back in front of the dorm building after winter break.
it was sophomore year and you spent a month in the quiet, almost eerie college dorms alone (apart from the ra down the hall). you were grateful for everyone to return, no matter how loud or catty things were about to become.
âyeah, for real. is that your new boyfriend? heâs hotter than the last one and i didnât even think that was possible.â
âuhhh.. no,â eunbi says, shooting the crowd of girls with lustful eyes and curious glances a look of distaste. âthatâs my dad.â
and thatâs when a chorus of disbelief and inappropriate comments erupted from the group of college girls.
asking how a dad could look like that while hoping and praying heâs single.
inquiring about just how much her dadâs on campus and whenâs the next time heâs gonna pick her up.
about how heâs definitely hotter than her boyfriend, with a more mature and sophisticated look than these college boys.
âare they fucking serious! like how disgusting? heâs my literal father!â eunbi rages once in the dorm room, sharing a few curse words and vulgar phrases at the girlâs before stomping away from them.
âand for them to say that shit in front of me? did they think i want to hear that?â
âi know, that was so sick,â you agree, because even though you, too, think heâs attractive, itâs not something you would ever verbalize to your friend.
âlike... i know heâs younger than most dads, my parents had me when they were teenagers, but shit! how sick,â she rants, throwing down her heavy designer bags and flopping on her bed.
you can tell by the look on her face how much it truly bothers her, everyone always noticing her dad and making comments like that. she handles it well, sheâs always able to handle herself well, but it doesnât take away from the fact that itâs something that worries her.
people getting close to her to get to her dad, even if it was teachers or other moms in elementary school or her friends when she got to college.
itâs one of the many reasons you would never give away your little crush on him - because itâs not only inappropriate and uncomfortable for her to know but thereâs also no need to tell her.
because itâs not like it would go anywhere.
heâs a married man and your roommateâs father, a twisted, dark, forbidden fantasy that will stay in the walls of your head and never see the light of day - no matter how thrilling and fulfilling being with him would be.
âeunbi, your dadâs gonna be here soon,â you yell into your roommateâs doorway, met with the sound of her groaned âfive more minutes!â that youâve been hearing for the past twenty.
she was on facetime with jiwoon when you went to bed around one, briefly waking to the sound of her girlish screams or high-pitched giggles three hours later; you wouldnât be surprised if she only went to bed a few hours ago.
âyou said five more minutes thirty minutes ago,â you say, stomping your way over before smacking her over the head with a pillow. she lets out a loud sigh before swatting you away, your surprisingly fast reflexes grabbing her wrist.
she peeks one eye open as a smirk covers her morning face, looking from you all dressed up and ready in your pink pleated skirt and white thigh high stockings, down to her wrist in your hold.
âthat was kinda hot. and you look good. i donât know how to act right now.â
âshut up and get your ass out of bed,â you demand, biting back a smile as you storm out of her room.
youâd been pacing around the apartment ever since you woke up at seven a.m., more and more unsettled about staying over her house as the time drew closer.
you checked to make sure you had enough clothes and chargers and skincare products for nearly an hour, finally settling the same purple suitcase you moved in with freshmen year near the door.
you hope mrs. park doesnât notice, remembering the way she sneered at the wonky zipper and slightly stained bottom.
you also hope you can keep yourself in check, not get too nervous or flustered by eunbiâs exorbitant wealth or a new setting you donât feel welcomed in or her hot ass father whose bones you wanna jump.
the knock at the door completely sobers you, jumping in your spot just in time to see eunbi fly across the living room to get to the door. thereâs a big, happy smile on her face, ripping open the door and greeting her father in typical eunbi fashion.
âare those for me?â she asks, snatching the red box from his hands.
excitement bubbles inside the girl as she unveils twelve chocolate covered strawberries, a speciality at one of the local dessert shops just a few miles from her home.
âyou shouldnât have, dad, really. iâm much too tired to appreciate this.â
the man can only look at his daughter with a look of disdain and affection, waking up to an extremely passive aggressive text that sheâd really appreciate an early morning treat from her favorite place ever and that itâd really inspire her to be ready.
but as he can currently see, given the state of her hair and pajamas pants, it didnât at all act as a motivator.
âthen maybe i should just-â but upon her fatherâs hand reaching out to grab the box of strawberries, the girl brings it to her body and runs away, yelling that her bags are packed and sheâs just gonna wash her face.
he looks to you with a mock annoyed expression, your heart jumping in your chest as you send him a small, polite smile.
âhow do you deal with her, y/n?â he asks, a smirk on his face rising as you let out a soft, slightly forced giggle - this man looks too good for his own good at ten oâclock in the morning.
âdonât talk shit about me!â she yelps before you can even think to say something, a smile lighting up his face again before he nods his head down the hall.
âiâll bring down your girlâs bags,â he says, his tall, large frame coming toward you making your knees feel slightly wobbly.
you swear you see his eyes roam over you for the shortest of seconds, down to your shirt and exposed legs before back to your face, until heâs looking into your eyes questioningly.
totally not like someone who just checked out their daughterâs roommate - this is what you feared, your own delusionals and attraction making your crazy little brain see something thatâs not there.
âher bedroomâs down that hall?â
you resist the urge to swallow nervously, begging yourself to snap out of it and remind yourself you have to deal with the man for a month. a month of his dark, piercing eyes and bright, white smile and skin so smooth and clear, itâs far too easy to forget heâs almost forty years old.
âyeah,â you barely manage to get out. âi-i can help and bring down mine.â
âno, itâs okay,â he insists, âhelp in getting eunbi ready. you know sheâll delay us thirty more minutes.â
you let out another strained chuckle as you nod your head, finally letting out the breath youâve been holding when you hear his footsteps disappear down the hall and into her room.
as long as you distance yourself from him, not look him in the eye or let any sort of idea get in your head that an older, married man could want you back, this will be fine.
itâll be a nice, calm, relaxed break actually full of interaction and socialization opposed to your usual lonely bubble of solitude.
eunbiâs not making that very easy though, when twenty minutes later, sheâs opening the back door of her fatherâs black g-wagen and sprawling out on the black leather seats.
âwhereâs y/n supposed to go, eunbi?â seonghwa asked, the fatherly tone is his voice causing eunbi to let out a huff; the only time you see eunbiâs spoiled tendencies come out is around her father, the girl knowing heâll do anything and everything for her.
and apparently, so will you.
sitting in the front seat of her car, next to her extremely hot father youâre trying to stay calm around, while she sleeps soundly in the backseat - if she didnât invite to stay at her home, meals and bed and transportation free, youâd say she has to owe you.
âwas she up all night talking to jiwoon?â mr. park asked, the past few moments of silence just as comforting as they were terrifying. it felt awkward to you, extremely tense and full of suspense, but you knew it was completely normal.
you bite down on your lip, looking back at eunbi sleeping soundly on the seat, even prepared with a fuzzy white blanket. you let out a soft giggle when you see her mouth open, the slightest bit of drool hanging from her mouth and threatening to spill on the dark leather.
âshe mightâve been,â you mutter, a breathy laugh leaving her father that causes you to sneak a glance at him.
thereâs not a hint of a wrinkle or imperfection on his glowing skin, black hair hanging in his face and red lips quirked into a content smile. thatâs something you always noticed about him, despite his dark appearance and looming figure, he always appears to be happy.
smiles and laughs and never gives anyone without his same wealth a dirty glance - he treats everyone the same and thatâs another reason youâve taking a liking to him, not just because heâs the hottest man youâve ever seen in your life.
ây/n?â he asks, your intrusive thoughts being ripped away at the sound of his voice calling your name.
your eyes move to his and heâs watching you in slight amusement, a rampant blush creeping up on your cheeks at the way youâve been caught. youâre quick to look away, shake your head and let out an awkward chuckle and apology.
you miss the way his eyes roam your side profile, a delightful smirk and feeling in his chest blooming before he speaks again.
âhow was your semester?â
âit was good,â you say, hands placed nervously in your lap. âa lot of work on top of an internship but it was good.â
âand you girls are almost done,â he hums lowly, one hand atop the steering wheel while his eyes focus on the highway in front of him. âeunbiâs been talking about a combined graduation party since the moment you guys met.â
you let out a small laugh as you remember eunbiâs plan since your second semester of freshmen year, ignoring the twinge of sadness in your stomach.
you couldâve never anticipated delaying your college career when you first received your scholarship, happy and proud and eternally grateful for the opportunity.
but you suppose youâre lucky enough to have gotten this far, and delaying one last semester is nothing compared to people who never get to go to college - but it still makes you feel upset.
you think you have the right to feel disappointed and sad, the lingering sick feeling in your stomach making you feel nauseous.
âis it okay if i open the window for a second?â you mumble to mr. park, the man looking over your face.
he presses down on the passenger window button immediately, your face met with cold air as relief floods through your body.
âare you okay? do you get car sick?â he asks, remembering how much eunbi used to get car sick (on the rare occasion she wasnât passed out during a road trip).
ânot usually,â you mumble, resting your head on the side of the door.
then again, iâm not usually freaking out about making tuition money or repressing my violent attraction to my roommateâs father.
seonghwa watches as you close your eyes for a few moment, allowing the cold, windy air to hit your face. he couldnât help but notice the pinkish tint to your cheeks, suppressing the urge for his eyes and thoughts to wander.
youâre a college girl in the prime of her life and his daughterâs best friend, heâd be a fool to think you were blushing and nervous because of him - but he also doesnât remember you looking like.... this.
so pretty and dressed up and pink in the face as you check him out with a soft and curious look in your eye.
âmaybe try to take a nap,â he suggests, his gaze lingering back onto the road so he doesnât look at your exposed legs. âiâll pull off at a rest stop to get you ginger ale.â
âthatâs not necessary, mr. park,â your sweet voice says, something about it causing his insides to jump - he definitely doesnât remember you sounding like that. âiâll be okay. just need the window open for a little longer.â
you spend the next few minutes with the cold, december wind blowing through the car, your back pressed against the comfortable seat behind you. a chill runs through your body, goosebumps rising on your exposed thighs, but it feels better than the alternative.
potentially panicking or vomiting due to current stress of your life.
your gaze shifts to the man beside you, whether it be to check him out or ask if heâs cold unknown to you.
âare you okay with the-â
the words are stuck in your throat when you see his eyes arenât on the road but your exposed, goose-bumpy thighs, the white lace of your thigh high stockings and pink skirt leaving little to the imagination.
you wish you could see the look in his eye, if itâs judgemental and shameful or full of lust and curiosity. if heâs wondering what you have on just a few inches under your skirt and if thatâs something he even thinks about.
or maybe heâs just looking because itâs there - your skirt blowing in the wind and him caught off guard by the sight right there in his passenger seat.
âum, i think iâm good now,â you mumble, watching from your peripheral as he shifts in his seat and tightens his hold on the steering wheel.
âalright, let me know if you wanna stop.â
you bite down on your lip as you nod your head, keeping your eyes on the view in front of you.
the faint sounds of eunbi snoring behind you act as a way to ground you, remind you that these thoughts and feelings youâre having canât stay.
maybe you have to get it our of your system now, take all the looks you can and feel all the hopefulness your delusional brain needs until you act as if eunbiâs father is a mean, disgusting, grotesque man.
not someone who gets your heart and body pounding.
youâre not sure how many songs play on the radio until you both are talking again, seonghwa looking in the rearview mirror to see his daughter still passed out on the seats.
âdo you think sheâll sleep the whole time?â
he hope for his sake, she doesnât.
you look back at eunbi sleeping soundly, the drool previously trickling down her mouth successfully making a pool on the black leather.
âprobably,â you chuckle out lightly. âi have a feeling she went to bed around six.â
âshit,â he laughs out, remembering the days he used to be able to pull all nighters in college or dreaded the idea of waking up in the morning. âi canât remember the last time i was able to stay up past one.â
âyouâre not even that old, mr. park,â you tease, not sure where you got the balls to say that and feeling, at least for a few seconds, that you overstepped; but then he lets out a deep, amused chuckle and it causes butterflies to erupt in your stomach.
ânot that old, huh?â he quips, your tooth sinking into your lip at the tone of his voice. âyou know iâm turning 40 in a few months, right?â
you crane your neck to look at the man in the driverâs seat, swallowing thickly when you see his eyes are already on you. thereâs a certain type of lightness and teasing in them that youâve never seen before, the man always happy and jovial but never like this.
never looking so... teasing and playful.
âyeah,â you say with a growing smirk, not being able to help your own nervous excitement. âthat doesnât seem too bad.â
the deep, low chuckle that leaves him causes your stomach to swoop, eyes wide and the small smile on your face causing him to look over you once more.
itâs shameless and bold but neither of you seem to care in that moment.
âiâll keep that in mind,â he says, deep brown eyes piercing through yours before his face turns teasing and.. appropriate.. âthe next time eunbi tries to call me an old man or something.â
âright,â you chuckle out, cheeks burning and heart pounding as you allow yourself to break eye contact.
the ride to eunbiâs house is just over two hours, hoping and praying that it goes by quickly - because youâre not sure how much longer youâll be able to be alone, or mostly alone, with him.
youâre thinking too much into his words and his gaze and the way he makes you feel, making you silly enough to believe that, maybe, a part of him wants you too.
the second you arrived at eunbiâs, you had already felt unwelcomed.
not only because of mrs. park, who just about sneered at your presence in her exquisite home, but because of the dozens of other socialites in the immaculately white living room.
it looked and felt almost like a hospital. a white color scheme with black accents, extremely cold and spotless - the only bit of color was in eunbiâs room where it felt like you could actually breathe.
âiâm sorry, i told her not to throw her fucking gathering today,â eunbi complained, grumpy from her nap but still happy to finally be home.
âa bunch of stuck up snobs, i swear to god. they either have to get the stick lodged so far up their asshole removed or get dicked down by their lousy excuses of-â
âeunbi,â you hear her fatherâs deep voice reprimand, the girl not even feeling the slightest bit of shame or embarrassment for talking that way in front of her father.
âoh, câmon, dad, you know itâs true!â she whines in a whispered tone. âtheyâre the worst! and she knew me and y/n were coming today, do you really think that wasnât a coincidence?â
because, as far as eunbi thinks, she has sinking suspicions that her mom did this solely to make you uncomfortable.
she had already been hesitant to let you stay in the first place, had eunbi not gone full on bitch mode and stubbornly proclaimed sheâd spend the break with you at the apartment.
but you didnât have to know that.
âi donât care, itâll just be my first christmas without my family, mom, who cares about that,â she had said, all types of manipulative and toxic behavior that she learned from the best.
sheâs sure her mother was sweet and good at one point in her life, she wouldnât have ended up with her father in the first place if she wasnât, but money changes people.
wealth and greed and having the power to get anything you want because you flash a stack of money around or write out a check.
âi told her to have them out by dinner,â he said, his eyes moving from eunbi to you, standing there with tense shoulders and a shy, uncomfortable look on your face.
âyouâre more than welcomed here, y/n,â he said, his voice low and full of kindness as he stands in eunbiâs doorway. âdonât worry about it, okay?â
you resist the urge to pout at the touched feeling in your chest, looking from the man to eunbi whoâs nodding at her dadâs words.
âthank you, mr. park,â you say, a phrase he swears has never effected him this deeply.
and because of that, heâs quick to haul ass out of there. tells you guys that dinner will be ready around seven and to come down whenever.
you and eunbi spend that time in her room to unpack both of your things and watch movies, her king sized bed nearly lulling you to sleep until her loud squeal and bounce of the bed causes you to jump in shock.
ây/n, donât be mad at me please,â she whines directly in your face, all wide-eyed and cutesy as she looks at you with mock innocence.
âwhat did you do?â you mumble tiredly, pushing her away with the smallest of sneers.
âiâll be back for dinner, i promise, but... is it okay if i go to jiwoonâs for a little?â she asks, cocking her head to the side before shimming closer to you. âi have to get railed so bad.â
âjesus christ, eunbi,â you snort, pushing her away again and burying your face in the pillow - youâve never met someone who overshares as much as she does.
she plops down on her back with an unabashed giggle, popping right back up like an annoying little dog and looking at you with a smile.
âof course you can go, iâm not gonna hold you hostage here,â you say when she pulls your face away, looking at you so expectantly and sweetly, you couldnât say no if you wanted.
âokay, but i donât want you thinking that iâm gonna ditch you this whole time. iâm really not, y/n,â she pouts, knowing that was one of the reasons you were apprehensive about coming - that and her bitch of a mother. âi just miss him.â
a pout falls on your face as you look at eunbi and the genuine look on her face.
âbi, iâm serious, go. i want you to,â you insist, moving a piece of her tangled hair away from her face. âwe were just gonna be up here anyway. iâll probably take a nap, i was about to fall asleep before your loud ass-â
âthank you, thank you, thank you,â she says, pulling you into a tight hug before jumping off her bed and rushing toward her door. âiâll be back a lot more calm and happy. oh, why, you ask? because iâm about to get my back blown the fuck ou-â
you thank god for your impeccable aim, promptly whacking eunbi in the face with one of her pillows.
âget out of here,â you groan, eunbi throwing the pillow back with a smile on her face.
âsweet dreams, y/n!â
you let out a sigh when she closes her door, falling back onto her bed with a soft plop.
you were definitely tired from your anxious pacing this morning but arenât sure how much sleep youâre gonna get right now, tonight or for the rest of the month.
knowing that youâre unwelcomed by one person, extremely attracted to another and silently betraying the person you should be most loyal too - but as long as it just stays in your head, and you remind yourself that thereâs no way mr. park could feel anything back to you, itâll be fine.
youâll just get by quietly and smoothly at dinners or in passing through the hallways, enjoy eunbiâs comfortable king-sized bed and the fact that you donât have to spend yet another holiday alone.
reruns of drake and josh play in the background, keeping your giggles quiet as drake soaks his feet in lizard pee. you feel your eyes grow heavy the more episodes you watch, the shitty laugh track and loud, bickering brothers eventually lulling you to sleep.
it takes about five knocks on the door to eventually stir you, your eyes fluttering open to see mr parkâs figure in the doorway. you can only stare at the man as you adjust to him, taking in his tall, slim figure just a few feet away from you.
taking in the way his white shirt clings to his body, broad shoulders and slim torso on display in a way that makes you wish you could see, just for a second, what he looks like underneath that a-
âsorry if i woke you,â his deep voice hums, the slightest bit of amusement in his voice that causes your cheeks to warm. âi didnât think youâd be sleeping at seven p.m.â
âno, itâs okay,â you stammer out, sitting up in eunbiâs bed. âi... i donât even know when i fell asleep, to be honest.â
he looks at the screen to see drake and josh playing, a smirk pulling at his lips as his gaze shifts back to you.
âitâs funny,â you defend with a mumble, a deep chuckle leaving his mouth that causes butterflies to erupt in your stomach - heâs far too handsome, everything about him is just far too attractive, even in his laugh.
âthatâs what eunbi claims,â he says, remembering all the years of his daughter forcing him to watch ridiculous shows.
despite his daughterâs outgoing nature, she never had a lot of friends growing up.
there was once a small group of girls she hung out but they quickly drifted apart throughout high school, leaving eunbi really only with him and her boyfriend.
the boyfriend who seonghwa really didnât wanna like out of principal but seeing that the kid really does love his daughter quickly coming around.
âspeaking of, where is she? jiwoonâs?â
âyeah,â you tell him, settling back into the pillows and stretching your arms out in front of you. âshe said sheâd be back for dinner.â
âwell sheâs wrong, as usual, because dinnerâs ready,â he quips playfully, the smirk pulling at his lips causing you to smile back at him. you swallow nervously when his eyes roam over your face, your own gaze trained on him before you see his mouth start to move again.
âdo you want me to bring some up for you? or youâll come down?â
he can see the apprehension on your face immediately, fear crossing your eyes and your arms folding into each other uncomfortably. he tries to ignores the way your soft white sweater dips by your chest, a hint of perky cleavage just barely showing that causes his dick to twitch in his pants.
he doesnât know when this happened.
he didnât know when he became a pervy old man who checked out college girls with his wife just downstairs and the knowledge that youâre his daughterâs friend.
âiâll come down,â you say, surprising him just as he was about to insist he brings some up for you. âsheâll probably be back soon anyway.â
but five minutes pass by, then ten, then twenty and eunbiâs still not home - itâs just you, seonghwa and mrs. park at the long, glass dining room table.
white chairs with high backs and comfortable cushions to match the immaculate, hospital-like color scheme and environment; truthfully, youâve never been more terrified to eat a plate of chicken parmesan in your life.
the sound of utensils scraping on the china and the crackling of the fireplace a room over are the only noises heard throughout the home, mrs. park taking a swig of wine and gently placing it on the table with a light clack.
âso, y/n,â she finally says, breaking the tension with her rich-sounding, nasally voice. âhow has school been, dear? youâre an... art major, am i remembering that correctly?â
âuh, photography, yeah,â you smile tensely, trying to ignore the judgment in her voice.
âah, so you never switched over to business then,â she hums, her wine glass back in hand as her dark, gorgeous eyes look you over.
you bite the inside of your cheek as you feel a pink flush cover your face, faintly remembering your roommate saving you a few semesters ago when her mom was grilling you about picking a more practical and useful major.
âshe can do whatever she wants, mom,â eunbi eventually snapped, âwhether she does business or photography or even liberal arts is none of your business.â
âno,â you mutter out, dropping your gaze to look over the intricate pattern on the table. âi thought about it but it wasnât something i wanted.â
âso you didnât want something practical? or useful?â she asks, using those two words yet again while cocking her head to the side with a perfectly plucked eyebrow.
âa business degree wouldâve been great, y/n. everyone always has connections to somewhere, you couldâve found a job right out of college.â
you bite back the urge to tell her no. that not everyone has connections to multi billion dollar companies or numbers of ceos in their phones or the ceo of a tech company as their next door neighbors.
but instead, the same way eunbi defended you against her mother, seonghwa does against his wife. gives you a soft, sympathetic side eye before placing his larger hand on his wifeâs.
âthere are tons of jobs in photography too, honey,â seonghwa says, his voice so warm and soft and welcoming compared to hers even despite the slight edge in it.
âand she can travel to build her portfolio. itâs a fantastic opportunity to explore the world and make money. is there a particular type of photography youâd wanna do?â
you feel yourself relax slightly, a small smile on your face as you nod your head toward the striking couple.
âi would love to be a wedding photographer actually,â you mumble, a romantic at heart whoâs read and watched far too many novels and romcoms.
âtaking pictures of all those moments would be really fun, i think. like when the groom sees the bride for the first time or just everyone dancing and having fun. weddings are usually happy and i like to photography happy things.â
âthat sounds perfect for you then,â seonghwa smiles, his brown eyes lighting up and making you feel even more at ease.
âi think youâll do great, y/n. and you only have a semester left, right? maybe you and eunbi you could travel for the summer before you start your jobs.â
you ignore the swish of dread and anxiety in your stomach at the mention of next semester, instead choosing to smile softly and nod your head at the man.
âi think sheâd love that,â you giggle out, knowing damn well your roommate already has an extensive list of cities she wants to visit before âreal life begins.â
âand how do your parents feel about everything?â mrs. park asks, making your stomach twist with even more dread and discomfort. âare they proud?â
you wish you could fold in on yourself right now, swallowing the growing, nervous lump in your throat.
because not only is she making you incredibly uncomfortable right now, with her harsh looks and topic of conversation and snide little tone, she just mentioned the people you havenât spoken to since you left home at eighteen.
you donât know what to say, you have the slightest bit of concern you might throw up on her, when the loud, chipper voice of your roommate floats through the cold, silent house.
âiâm back!â her chipper voice yelps, sock-clad feet running through the house and sliding on the marble floor. âwhatâd you guys make?â
âyouâre late, eunbi,â seonghwa mumbles warningly, an innocent smile on her face as she picks up her plate of food and plops down next to you.
âam i? or are you girls just early?â
âiâm not a girl.â
âitâs a figure of speech, father,â eunbi says, smiling playfully at her father before turning to you.
sheâs able to tell the second she sees your face that youâre uncomfortable, the pink flush still lingering on your face and the tenseness of your shoulders making her frown.
âiâm sorry you were alone with them,â she whispers, genuine sorrow in her wide, mock-innocent eyes. âi got held up. or... down, rather, but i tried to leave on time. i promise.â
âuh huh, i bet,â you mumble back, fighting back a smile despite your discomfort.
because eunbi has always had something about her that made it impossible to stay mad at her, her carefree, unfiltered way of communicating that made being her friend so easy.
even if, sometimes, you wanted to kill her.
âso mom,â eunbi quips, turning her soft gaze to you before looking over her mother.
âwhat was with your little group of bitchy housewives today? you couldnât have had them over any other day? what kind of christmas disgrace is that?â
âeunbi...â seonghwa chastises lowly, the girl with her brow already quirked and eyes narrowed.
âi can do whatever i want in my home, eunbi. are you forgetting how things work around here?â
âhow could i, when iâm met with thirty middle-aged women with botox out the ass in my home the second i get back from school?â she asks, âyou didnât think me and y/n would wanna spend the break, like, resting?â
âyou ran off to your boyfriendâs the second you got here,â mrs. park bites back, her glass of wine empty as she pinches the bridge of her nose. âleft your friend all alone in your room. what did i tell you about leaving... guests unattended in the house?â
the accusation and direction of conversation is quickly making you feel uncomfortable, your head turned down in your lap and leaving your cheeks aflame.
sheâs making it sound like you would steal something in her home for christâs sake, like youâre not a guest whoâs dreaded coming here due to this very reason.
you block out the back and forth between eunbi and her mom, a few more seconds of yappy feminine voices before a deeply spoken âenough,â echoes through the dining room.
you even look up at the sound, watching as mr. parkâs eyes rest on you. his eyes narrow as he takes in the sight of your red cheeks, his gaze shifting from you to his daughter to his wife beside him.
ây/nâs here for a month and weâre gonna make her feel welcomed the entire time. if you two are gonna fight, donât do it at the dinner table.â
âbut dad, she totally-â
âmaybe you shouldâve taught your daughter-â
âno more,â seonghwa growls, a sense of finality in his tone that causes the room to go silent.
you can tell your friend is unbothered by the reprimanding, shoveling food into her mouth and sipping from her wine glass completely unbothered.
sometimes you wish you could be more like her, so unfazed by conflict or loud voices or the strained relationship with a parent.
eunbi was always open with you about the rocky relationship with her mother, saying more than once to you that if it werenât for her father, she wouldâve long cut off any contact with her.
she had never really been there for eunbi growing up, having nannies and chefs take care of her for most of her life - it was her nanny of fifteen years who taught her how to walk and talk, was there with her for all the milestones she met through infancy, childhood and even adolescence.
but even then, eunbi was nonchalant and carefree about it.
saying that sheâs not gonna waste her time being upset over it when she knows her mom doesnât think about her at all. it makes your heart hurt for eunbi, grateful that the girl at least has a good relationship with her father and boyfriend.
and you, of course. you consider her your best friend and you know she does the same - even if sometimes, you wanna pull her hair out.
âiâm gonna go the food store tomorrow, eunbi, so if you and y/n want anything, just text it to me.â
âoooh can we come!â she squeals, knocking her arm into yours like an excited kid in a candy store. âwe wanna try making our cookies again.â
âyouâre gonna bake?â the girlâs father asks, a look of doubt on his face that causes you to bite back a smile.
âno, weâre gonna bake,â she corrects with snark, ây/n measures the ingredients and stirs, i put it in the oven and watch.â
âright, silly me,â the man hums, a smirk pulling at his lips the more he sees his daughter get irritated. âbut of course you girls can come,â he says, his eyes flicking to you for just a few seconds too long.
you can only look back with a small smile, a quiet âthank you,â leaving your mouth that youâre positive he doesnât catch.
(he did).
you help clean your plate off before you and eunbi go up to her room later that night, once her doorâs closed and sheâs sitting down shooting her a look of disdain.
âi know youâre mad, okay, iâm sorry, i really am!â she whines, holding her arms out for you to come over. âi tried to leave but he wouldnât let me. he just kept wanting to-â
âi donât need the details you sick freak!â you yelp, going over and plopping down on her bed. âugh, it was just... so awkward. your mom hates me. she was utterly perturbed that i didnât switch my major to business.â
âugh, sheâs a crotchety bitch i swear,â eunbi says, falling onto her back and looking at you with sorrow in her eyes. âiâm sorry, i really am. i wonât leave you alone with her again, i promise.â
you quirk an unconvinced eyebrow her way, eyes full of doubt and distrust before she throws herself on you and squeals that, at least, now you can have a scary movie marathon without any interruptions.
it seems you also probably shouldâve made her promise last night that youâd never be alone with her father either; it didnât even occur to you at the time, not thinking that sheâd really ditch you two days in a row.
but alas, jiwoonâs car pulled up when all three of you were walking out of the house to the g-wagon for the trip to the food store, her shooting you an apologetic look and whispered condolences in your ear.
âiâm technically not breaking my promise because my dadâs nice,â she mumbled, the feeling in your body more nervous and aroused than it is angry and upset.
but she couldât know that.
âand when i break your head? then what, eunbi?â
âi love you,â she giggles in your ear, the playful tone of your voice letting her know she got off the hook again. âitâll be fine. my dadâs a good man. he wouldnât ever talk shit to you the way my mom does.â
little does she know how much you want her dad to talk shit to you.
talk to you in a way thatâs casual and playful and teasing, like the hints of it youâve seen in the car or in eunbiâs room when you were alone last night. you just want him to look at you with the slightest bit of something, even though itâs wrong.
not only because of his wife, no matter how big a bitch she is, but because of-
âdo you still wanna come with me?â
seonghwaâs voice pulls you away from your thoughts, looking to the man dressed in a long, black jacket and expensive loafers. he looks far too fancy and delectable for a trip to the grocery store.
eunbi is long gone by now, her giggles and carefree run down the driveway and into her boyfriendâs car leaving you and mr. park alone, with only the blue sky and crisp air as your witness.
him looking you over hopefully, with a twinge of teasing and longing in his gaze.
you looking at him full of nerves and excitement, biting down on your lip as you nod your head timidly.
âs-sure, if thatâs okay,â you say, looking from him to his car just a few feet away. âitâd be better than sitting in eunbiâs room again.â
a handsome smile crosses his face as he nods his head, heart pounding and throat constricting as you watch him walk toward the car.
he walks around the front of a smaller, sleek suv, your own eyes watching in confusion until he opens the passenger side door.
you can only stare blankly, head cocked to the side as you really start to wonder if this man is about to make you drive his car costing more than your life.
âare you getting in, y/n?â he asks, an amused smile pulling at his lips - almost like heâs making fun of your nervous, intimidated disposition.
you shake your head of the confusion, cheeks flushing in the cold december air as you do an awkward jog toward the car. you dip in beside him as your body hits the cool leather, craning your neck to shoot him a small, grateful smile.
your faces are closer than you anticipated, breath catching in your throat as his gaze watches you closely.
he doesnât say a word or move a muscle, taking a few moments for his eyes to roam your face and body before mumbling to buckle up.
you wish you knew how long the drive to the store would be, as it would slightly settle you and the thick, awkward tension in the air. it appears to be enough time for the heat to go on, warm air blowing from the vents before he asks if you want your seat heater on.
âoh, sure, thank you,â you mumble, a smile quirking on his lips as he presses down on the small circular button.
more silence lingers in the air as the trees outside you pass by, the bright winter sun and blue sky not making it feel like christmas is only a few days away.
you canât remember the last time the holidays have actually felt like it, though, Â all the lonely days blending into one and feeling as if they were the same.
maybe this year, because youâre surrounded by eunbi and her family, itâll feel less lonely. maybe youâll actually enjoy yourself and find that youâve missed out when you denied her invitation each and every-
âiâm sorry about my wife last night.â
those are words you donât expect so they shock you even more, looking at the older man beside you with a wide-eyed, confused gaze. his dark eyes are expressionless and casual on the road, one hand on the wheel while the other rests beside him.
âi... what do you mean?â you ask, knowing damn well you understand his apology - and given the unamused look he throws you, he knows youâre full of shit too.
âi donât think she means to judge you so harshly,â he begins, his deep, smooth voice full of sympathy and softness. âitâs not her place to question your education or major, so i just want to apologize for her.â
âthatâs not necessary, mr. park,â you insist, shaking your head as a small, breathy chuckle leaves you. âand itâs not like i havenât heard it before.â
because no one is ever too confident in any of the arts being your main source of income or profession; even your own parents, although it really wouldnât matter what you would have chosen, havenât been supportive.
and you especially havenât missed the looks of pity or distaste when you tell people on campus or at parties in the frat house, future business leaders or stem majors looking at you like just said the sky is hot pink. Â
âwell thatâs just ridiculous,â seonghwa says, ripping you from your thoughts so you can roam over his strong, handsome face. âitâs a great field to work in and something youâre passionate about. thatâs what matters most.â
he can tell by the way your cheeks flush that youâre slightly embarrassed and he canât help but find it endearing, licking over his lips as his mind begins to wander.
wonder about what other parts of you could flush so easily or what else he could say to really make the pinkness deepen.
âi guess,â you mutter, shrugging your shoulders as you look at the passing oak trees and mansions.
âand... what you said last night about traveling to build my portfolio,â you begin, shocked by the words continuing to leave your mouth. âthatâs something iâve thought about doing. i think itâd be really fun, regardless if i did wedding photographer or not.â
âyeah?â he asks, the smile on his face causing your head to jump. âi think thatâd be good, too. where would you wanna go first?â
your lips purse to the side as you think it over, a love for traveling anywhere you could but having an especially strong pull toward the tropics.
âcancun or the maldives,â you answer, the financial aspect of the trip leaving it most likely impossible for you. âitâll probably never happen, because iâd have to sell my first born, but iâve always wanted to go somewhere like that. somewhere tropical and fun.â
seonghwa bites his tongue about his multiple trips there, instead letting out a chuckle that causes butterflies to erupt. his eyes are too drawn to your body in the front seat, legs crossed and arms over your lap politely.
âyou never know,â he hums, ripping his gaze away before you catch his gawking. âyou might get there one day, after being the best wedding photographer the city has to offer.â
âoh, please,â you glggle out, cheeks flushing despite the absurdity of the comment.
you catch the smile that creeps on his face, the same handsome, carefree smile you saw in the car last time.
you try not to let it get to you, let your brain convince you that maybe he likes hanging out with you alone as much as you like it too.
âiâm serious,â he says, the earnest tone of his voice slipping into dad mode in a way he doesnât even realize. âyour parents must be proud.â
you bite down on your lip as you let out a soft, almost scornful, chuckle, a quietly mumbled âyeah,â leaving your mouth that causes his eyebrows to pull together.
he always thought it was a little suspicious that in the four years eunbi has known you, sheâs never told him about your parents; as far as he knows, sheâs never even seen them.
âshe has her scholarship and stuff so she doesnât really need them,â his daughter said one day, the two of them discussing why you were spending yet another break alone in the apartment.
âbut they donât want her home for the holidays? you told her she was welcomed, right?â
âugh, about a thousand times,â his daughter groans in the seat, throwing herself against the window dramatically. âi basically begged her, dad, but she said she didnât wanna intrude. iâm telling you itâs because mom is the biggest fucking-â
âeunbi...â
âyou know itâs true!â she squeals, seonghwa biting his tongue in an effort to be the bigger and better parent. âi donât even know why you guys got married.â
but thatâs what happens with teen pregnancies and rich families. how they were destined to marry anyway, due to their parents companies and stupid business politics.
it was one drunken night at his dadâs company party and a broken condom that sealed his fate with finality - made him go from a single, carefree high school student to a married businessman with a child just two short years later.
his wife was good at one point he likes to think, remembering she was gorgeous and sassy and not like the other girls who would drop to their knees for him.
but marriage and a child and just life quickly caught up with them, already trapped in a loveless, pointless marriage by the time he hit 25.
heâd be lying if he said he didnât stay for eunbi, that they both didnât stay for eunbi throughout her childhood and now just grew too used to being an unhappy married couple who live separate lives. Â
there was never any reason for them to divorce though, no one serious in his or his wifeâs lives and the hassle of money and disputing houses and cars and assets far too draining.
âi donât believe iâve ever met them,â seonghwa says, pulling into the store parking lot to see itâs less crowded than he suspected itâd be. âwhat do they do?â
you couldnât imagine anything more unbearable than disclosing to your friendâs hot dad who you may or may not have feelings for about the messed up relationship with your parents.
it just screams daddy issues, which might say a lot about your very attraction to him in the first place.
âthey run a little restaurant back in my home town. itâs about three hours from campus, which is why i donât really go home for breaks.â
seonghwa hums lowly, nodding his head as he looks at you at a stop sign.
youâre unnerved by the way his eyes roam you, like he can see signs of you being uncomfortable about your parents and wants to know why - but why would he care? youâre only his daughterâs roommate.
âdo you miss seeing them?â
you lick over your lips nervously, watching as his eyes darken every so slightly.
he watches each and every of your movements carefully, so in tune with your reactions and breaths you can just feel yourself getting more and more worked up.
not in the slightest, you wanna say. iâll probably never see them again and have no qualms about it, mr. park.
âi suppose,â you mutter, shrugging your shoulders as you apprehensively meet his gaze.
âyou suppose?â he asks, concern etched on his face. âwhen was the time youâve seen them? since your freshmen year?â
you avert your gaze as your teeth sink into your bottom lip, in no way wanting to have this discussion at ten a.m. when, much to your pleasure, an impatient car behind beeps at seonghwaâs mercedes.
his dark eyes move to the rearview mirror, narrowed and irritated in a way you canât help but think is sexy, before he puts his foot off the break and turns into the parking lot.
âi think this personâs leaving,â you mutter when you notice another car go in reverse, seonghwa snatching the spot before the impatient, crotchety lady behind him could steal it.
you canât help but smirk as seonghwa eyes her when you get out of the car, giving him a look thatâs half judgmental and half amused.
âwhat? she beeped at me.â
âarenât you supposed to be, like, an adult?â
he rolls his eyes as he takes a cart from the pile, nodding his head for you to go in front and âstop talking back to an elder.â
you canât help but smirk at his playfulness, taking your spot in the front and pretending as if you always move your hips this much when you walk casually; you wouldâve felt embarrassed, had you not turned around a few moments later to see his eyes already on you.
âwhere to first, mr. park?â
he has to bite back the groan threatening to leave his mouth, reminding himself to keep himself in check this month - starting tomorrow.
âdepends, y/n,â he hums, voice far too deep and sultry to be surrounded by innocent bystanders in the grocery store. âwhat do you want?â
words are caught in your throat and you can only stare dumbly, your plan quickly back firing as he appears to do the same - but itâs gotta be in your head, right?
regardless, it quickly humbles you in the form of a small, unsure shrug.
itâs how you two start walking up and down the aisles, seonghwa putting in what he remembers and items on his mental list while also insisting you put in anything you want.
your arms bump ever so often, softly apologizing and acknowledging it the first few times before you both realize it may be happening on purpose.
you stick close to him when the aisles get tight and crowded, his deep voice telling you to âgo ahead,â causing you to swallow shakily. you feel the presence of his hand just a few inches from your hips, lingering and hovering but never fully touching.
itâs finally when youâre in the bread aisle, seonghwa a few feet away talking to the man at the bakery counter, that you decide to put something in the cart.
you would usually never accept someoneâs offer to buy you something, already feeling bad about staying with them rent free and eating their meals without compensating.
but the brioche loaf brand is one of your favorites, only sold on occasion at the corner store near campus.
you press up on your tippy toes to grab the bag of bread, stretching your arm up with all your might. the plastic slips through your fingers just as youâre about to snatch it down, letting out an annoyed huff as you pulled down your sweater dress.
you mumble your annoyances before trying again, back on the tips of your toes with your arm raising when you feel a hand on the small of your back.
itâs large and warm and seeping through the thin material of your burgundy dress, a snappy protest about to leave your mouth when you catch mr. parkâs face in your peripheral.
thereâs a content look on his face as he takes the bag with ease, holding it above your head as his hand moves from your back to your waist with a gentle touch.
you look at him with wide eyes and a pounding heart, his hand on your waist so foreign and strange but... good. something you didnât even realize youâd been craving until it happened.
the strength and warmth of his hand, though if you think about it just enough, you can feel the weight of his wedding band through the fabric.
âis this what you wanted?â
his voice is deep and low as he speaks to you and you alone, your eyes raising to see him staring down at you. you canât make out the expression in them, just the darkness in his eyes and the frantic beating of your heart.
you canât even being to understand the context of his words right now because, yes, this is exactly what youâve wanted - but he doesnât know that, right?
âw-what?â
he canât help the smirk that crosses his face, all sorts of pride and satisfaction and arousal coursing through his veins at your current disposition.
âthe bread,â he says, stepping back and holding it out to you. âis this the one you wanted?â
your eyes narrow as you look at him, the smirk on his face, the amusement in his gaze, the playfulness thatâs radiating off him - is he fucking with you?
âoh... i... yes,â you finally say, coming to your senses and not allowing yourself to think this way anymore. âthatâs the one. i hope itâs okay.â
âof course,â he hums, placing the bread in the cart before going back to the front handles. âyou can get anything you want, i already told you that.â
you nod dumbly as you follow beside him, seonghwa picking more things off the shelves and muttering the list to himself as you try to get your shit together.
because yes, youâre attracted to him and yes, youâve found yourself alone with him for more than two days in a row and yes, thereâs been some lingering looks and touches but that doesnât mean anything.
you canât let your own deluded thoughts and desires get in the way of reality.
the reality that heâs your friend and roommateâs married father and youâre a college student. he doesnât want you just as much as you shouldnât want him so whatâs the problem here?
maybe itâs that youâre a 22-year-old woman whoâs only been on a handful of dates.
that the last time you made out with someone was when you were drunk and dared to kiss the first guy that walked through the bar (luckily, somewhat attractive and surprisingly polite).
that, maybe, youâre so horribly touch-starved and aching for affection, youâre trying to find it in a hot father figure whoâs just as kind as he sexy - and that, you think, is the second most tragic thing here.
because the first would absolutely be thinking that any of this, any of these stares or touches or coincidences of eunbi leaving you two alone, means something.
means that maybe this break is for you two is create an attraction and build some sort of bond and-
ây/n.â
youâre barely able to register seonghwaâs voice before his arm is wrapped around your waist, pulling your body into his taller one and having you pressed up right against him.
you were so lost in thought of him that you didnât see the older women skirting her cart around the aisle quickly, phone pressed to her ear as she yells to her husband about the christmas ham.
youâre not even sure if she shoots you a look of sorrow or utters any apology, too consumed and distracted by the feeling and proximity of mr. park.
his arm wrapped around you, your body pressed flush up against him, his neck craned down to look at you with a building... something in his eyes. playfulness and teasing but also something darker, something that makes your stomach swoop and renders you unable to move.
âare you always so clumsy and distracted?â he mumbles lowly, his deep voice quiet for only you two to hear - like he knows even in a sea of strangers, he has to keep these interactions quiet.
âwhat would you do if i wasnât here to help you, y/n?â
i wouldnât have been distracted in the first place, youâre tempted to say - but you certainly donât wanna open that can of worms, especially not in the middle of this grocery store with the way your heart is pounding.
âi... iâm sorry, i was distracted,â you mutter, playing up the damsel in distress just a little bit. âmy mistake, mr. park.â
he licks over his lips, swearing his name just being spoken has never effected him like this. he doesnât even know where this attraction came from, seeing you leave the dorm building yesterday morning and something in his body jumping at the sight of you.
maybe itâs just showing how unhappy he really is with his life, living day to day to just work. hang out with his friends and go to sleep alone - he doesnât remember the last time his wife touched him, looked at him like she wanted him or made any move to be with him.
he just knows that you showed up, looking so pretty and wide-eyed and coy, and is now about to lose his mind.
âitâs alright,â he says, hoping you donât hear the thick tension he hears in his own voice, like heâs some idiotic, hormonal young boy. âi think we only have a few more aisles left, anyway.â
he plucks the remaining items off the shelves before you both make your way to the self check-out, him scanning and you bagging because âeunbi says if my career as a photographer fails, i could be the best grocery bagger ever.â
âthatâs just because she puts the bread on the bottom,â seonghwa mutters, a smile on your face as you nod your head - she squished one too many of your brioche loafs before you realized bagging just wasnât for her.
your fingers graze ever so often, the coldness of his tips a stark contrast to your warmer ones.
a particularly big, bulk bag of vegetables proves to be a challenge for you, working through the packed bag with some difficulty. you let out an annoyed groan as you play a dangerous game of tetris, trying not to rip open the brown paper bag.
you finally get the box inside, a little bit prouder than you care to admit, when your precious brioche loaf is dropped right atop. you look up at seonghwa to see him already apologizing, your brow raised as you look at the older man in confusion.
did he think your hand was out? why would he just throw the food at you?
but itâs only when you feel a little more air than normal on your chest that you see what couldâve possibly caused the distraction, the white lace from your bra sticking out.
your cleavage in this dress was hidden for the most part, only becoming a little more obvious when you moved around or packed a shitload of groceries. it makes you bite back a smirk as you put two and two together, looking up to see his eyes still lingering over you.
two can play at this game mr. park.
âmr. park,â you begin, feigning a certain kind of innocence as you place your bread atop the other groceries and finally look up at him. âare you always so clumsy?â
it takes a few seconds for a smile to pull at his lips, the tick in his jaw not going unnoticed to you - so maybe this wasnât all in your head. maybe he wants you too... possibly.
âyouâre funny, y/n,â he mumbles, a smile pulling at your lips as he takes out his black card. âi guess i was distracted, too.â
you swallow the lump in your throat as you feel the slightest hint of arousal run through you, shaking it off and letting out a forced, girlish chuckle.
you pack the car a few minutes later without any lingering eyes or touches, seonghwa telling you about the meals they plan on cooking for christmas.
they usually donât make their own food for holidays but decided to have a more traditional set up for you and eunbiâs arrival - he also hasnât cooked a meal for his family in god knows how long.
âthatâll be great, thank you,â you tell him, clicking your seatbelt in as he backs out the spot. âiâm kind of a picky eater but iâll eat anything you guys provide me.â
âand you have the whole brioche loaf,â seonghwa says, a giggle leaving your mouth as you nod your head.
âtrue. itâs really good.â
âiâve never tried, perhaps youâd be willing to-â
his wifeâs name popping up on his car dashboard acts as a way to bring you back to reality, brings a certain kind of silence over the both of you for a few seconds.
like he wasnât just rubbing his body against yours and you werenât just flirting with him in the form of smirking lips and snarky comments.
you watch a twinge of annoyance behind seonghwaâs eyes, gaze roaming over the screen as if heâs in contemplation before muttering âone second.â
âhello?â
âwhere are you?â her voice snaps in annoyance, âi told you we had that board meeting at one.â
âand itâs only noon,â his deep voice mumbles, not matching her level of irritation but sounding a whole lot different than a few seconds ago. âme and y/n are coming back now.â
ây/n?â she spats, like itâs a disgusting piece of food she wouldnât dare put in her mouth. âwhat about eunbi?â
âshe went off with jiwoon before i could get her in the car.â
âso it was only you two?â she asks, the snide judgment and underlying tone in her voice causing your stomach to churn. âdid she ask you to buy a bunch of-â
âiâll be home in twenty and then be on my way over,â he says, cutting her off and hanging up before she can even get another word you.
your stomach churns and a sick feeling comes over you, her utter dislike and disdain for you causing you to bite your lip.
because not only does she not like you to be with her daughter, she doesnât want you with her husband (although, you suppose, you canât really blame her for that one).
âiâm sorry about that,â seonghwa winces, the silence lingering between you two heavy. âyou couldâve gotten anything you wanted, y/n. this is your christmas too. donât feel bad about anything, okay?â
you swallow the lump in your throat, your gaze moving to his as he stops at the red light.
your eyes lingering over his and his doing the very same, hand twitching to reach out and move the piece of hair from your slightly flushed face.
and there was something about the way you were both looking at each other, eyes so focused and unwavering and honest, that had you thinking maybe all of this wasnât in your heads.
but it didnât mean either of you could act on it - they were just... feelings of lust and wonder and all things forbidden, not seriously believing that a relationship like this could unfold right under the nose of his wife, his daughter and your roommate.
unless the pull was so desperate.
so overwhelming and all-consuming and present between the both of you, little moments couldnât help but happen.
strike one:
with none other than eunbi as a distraction, the girl promising she wasnât gonna leave you alone anymore, you were able to take your mind off everything.
the tension-filled, heart pounding moments with mr. park that felt just as wrong as they did right.
you spent a few nights going out with her, jiwoon and all of their high school friends, a surprisingly nice group of young adults who you got along well with.
they were loud and crazy and did far too many shots but they also seemed to be genuinely kind. even the boy who was flirting with you all night, handsome and tall with pretty dark eyes, acted as a good distraction.
grinding up against him as the music pounded throughout the bar, alcohol coursing through your veins allowing you to forget about the older man whoâs been living in your head for almost a week now.
âhow have i never met you before, y/n?â the boy mumbled lowly in your ear, your head against his shoulder carelessly.
but it was right there in that moment, him saying your name, that the moment was over.
because it just didnât sound like seonghwa, as delusional as that was.
it didnât get your heart racing or lips quirking the same way it did when you heard the older man say it. the smile attached to his handsome, mature face and the deep, lowly spoken tone that always held a hint of teasing and sincerity.
âbut danny really is so freakinâ nice!â eunbi squeals to you on christmas eve, the two of you in her immaculately white and modern kitchen prepping the chocolate chip cookie cough for tomorrow.
âand you two seemed to be getting along, i saw your ass all up on him.â
âeunbi, that wasnât me. that was the vodka. i donât know who that girl was.â
she throws her head back as a loud chuckle leaves her, telling you again that she warned you her snobby, rich little friends have been able to handle their liquor since middle school.
itâs how they cope, she had said, unloved kids with more money than god learning to deal with the world of limitless funds and minimal parental supervision.
âwell he hasnât stopped asking me about you, you know,â she hums, her eyebrows quirked suggestively as she mixes the bowl of ingredients lazily.
âand not just because of your newfound grinding skills, which by the way, are usually learned by the tenth grade.â
your eyes narrow at her comment, throwing a small ball of dough at her that she, impressively, catches in her mouth.
âhe really is just, like, so taken by you, y/n. seriously. i told him that youâre graduating this year with a degree in photography and he nearly came in his pants. he loves the artsy girls.â
âyou are so vile,â you snort out, shaking your head at the girl sitting criss-crossed on the counter. âand stop saying that. we both know iâm not graduating this year,â you mumble, her face falling pathetically.
âi told you weâre gonna find a way,â she whines lowly, looking at you with all kinds of sympathy and sadness in her eyes - she would offer to pay for you, if she didnât think you would smack her upside the head.
âoh and what? is my new boyfriend danny gonna do that for me?â
âin exchange for more grinding and a photoshoot, i think. do you want me to try?â
she lets out another giggle despite the way you pinch her leg, peeking inside the bowl with a surprising amount of pride.
"this looks good,â you mumble, swiping your finger to collect some of the chocolate dough.
âhey!â she whines brattily, thrusting a spoon toward your hand just a second too late. Â
âwhy are you whining in here like a child, eunbi?â seonghwa asks, walking through the entryway and the large, white island in the center. âwhat are you making? please donât burn the house down.â
âhaha dad, youâre so funny,â she mocks sarcastically, jumping down from the counter with her hands on her hips. âwhere are the baking sheets?â
a simple shrug from her father causes her to roll her eyes, grumbling about how she was really trying to avoid her bitch of a mother today. he holds back his smirk, about to reprimand her before sheâs out the kitchen and shouting for her mother upstairs.
itâs only you and seonghwa in the kitchen now, a heavy silence in the air as you stand there dumbly - bowl beside you, cookie dough adorning the top of your finger.
âwhat are you girls making?â he finally asks, his body moving closer and closer causing you to swallow.
âi... uh, cookie dough. for tomorrow,â you say, lifting your finger and wiggling the tip full of batter. âchocolate chip.â
his eyes move to your finger before grazing over your mouth, his tongue peeking out ever so slightly as he reminds himself to act right.
he hasnât been alone with you since that day at the food store, just seeing you in passing in the hallways or outside the house as you and eunbi went to and fro.
he hears your giggles at night and tired groans in the morning, quietly yelling at his daughter to wake up and get her ass out of bed.
and he knows itâs probably for the better, that you two donât find yourselves alone with each other, but he canât help but feel a rush of excitement right now.
you watch as he moves closer, with the same wide-eyed look youâve been giving him since he first saw you in your apartment weeks ago.
âahh, youâre making it from scratch? thatâs ambitious.â
âyeah, we googled a recipe,â you tell him, finger still beside you in the air.
you donât know what causes you to be so bold, maybe him attempting to carry out a normal conversation even though heâs looking at you with so much lust and desire, but you canât stop once you start.
âhowâs it taste?â he asks, his voice deep and slightly strained as he nods his head toward your finger.
you donât even bat an eye as you slip the tip of your finger in your mouth slowly, swirling your tongue around as you take up all the dough on your skin.
itâs sweeter than you originally thought itâd be but it tastes good nonetheless, keeping your eyes on him as you reamin as innocent and unassuming as possible.
âitâs good,â you say, dropping your finger like you didnât just make a show of licking and sucking it. âi like it better raw.â
you donât even realize your words until you see the fleeting look on his face, tongue swiping across his lip and eyes hardening. they roam you so slowly and darkly, you canât control the growing butterflies and swooping in your lower stomach.
âmm, me too,â he hums lowly, the hardening of his cock in his pants something he hasnât felt in forever. itâs taking everything in him to control himself, from his eyes popping out of his head to letting out the deepest of growls in the back of his throat.
âdo you want some?â you ask, cocking your head to the side questioningly.
he has to desperately hold on to his composure, not think about how easy itâd be to pin you against the cabinet right behind you. take just a few steps closer, have your back against the cold granite and let you feel just how much he wants some.
but he has to play it cool, push down these building desires and ignore your teasing because heâs almost fucking positive thatâs whatâs happening here.
âwant some what?â he asks, his voice lowering just a tad.
he hasnât played a game like this since college, watching as your eyes widen and brow quirks up.
but he sees thatâs exactly what it is when you turn around and face the bowl of cookie dough to him, a smile just as sweet as the cookies on your face.
âcookie dough. before we put them in the oven and possibly burn them.â
the breathy chuckle he lets out leaves your stomach in shambles, his tongue peeking out and poking the inside of his cheek causing a swooping sensation to flood through you.
but before he can even think to say anything, before your eyes can look over his body and make you feel even more warm and bothered, eunbi floats back in and fiddles in the cabinets for the baking sheets.
âthat woman is too much, i swear,â she grunts, whipping out the materials quickly before her head snaps to her father. âwhy are you still here?â
âi wanted some cookies. and to ensure y/n wonât allow you do burn down the kitchen.â
âit was one time, dad, and an accident. how many times do i have to defend myself in this house?â
you let out a giggle as you look from eunbi to seonghwa, your roommate turning her back to set up the practice baking session.
âletâs go bitch! i hope we didnât fuck this up.â
seonghwaâs eyes roam over you for a few more moments, his tongue swiping across his lips before, finally, leaving the kitchen with his dick hard as a rock.
strike two:
christmas consisted of successful cookies per your and eunbiâs homemade batch, passive aggressive comments from mrs. park about your degree and a whole fuck ton of sexual energy between you and seonghwa.
you could almost always feel when his gaze was boring into you, when you got up to take more mashed potatoes or kept your attention on eunbi as she told her parents about what job she wants to start at next semester. Â
itâs also when eunbi almost let it slip about your scholarships, had you not viciously pinched her arm and caused a pained cry to leave her mouth - if you ever thought jiwoon was gonna verbally assault you, it was certainly in that moment.
âwhy did you pinch me so hard?â she whined later that night, jiwoon passed out on the couch after five too many homemade cookies. âlook at my bruise.â
a genuine frown crosses your lips as you look at her arm, rubbing her skin gently as you mumble your soft spoken apologies.
âiâm sorry but i just... i didnât want your mom to know that,â you say back just as whiney and pathetic. âshe already thinks iâm an incompetent idiot. knowing i have to wait a whole year because iâm broke is just too embarrassing.â
itâs an admission that, while eunbi already suspected that, still makes her feel bad - it nearly makes her wanna cry, that you donât feel welcomed and loved in her home because her mom has to be a judgmental bitch.
ây/n...â
âbi, itâs fine, oh, my god do not cry right now,â you grumble, flicking her in the head lightly.
âi just feel bad,â she cries lowly, moving hrself closer to you and away from her boyfried. âitâs not fair, y/n. you worked so hard and now you have to wait. how could they do this to you?â
a small, touched smile crosses your face at eunbi as you shake your head, dabbing at her watery eyes.
if jiwoon wakes up, heâs literally gonna beat my ass,â you say, smiling when a wet giggle leaves eunbi; you donât want this time to be sad or upsetting. âi thought he was gonna hit me at dinner.â
âokay if heâs hitting anything, itâs gonna be my-â
âno. no, no, no.â
the snort that leaves her mouth doesnât help the sinking feeling in her stomach, looking at you with a frown still adorning her face.
âiâm sorry if my momâs making you feel uncomfortable. she does it to every single person ever and i donât-â
âitâs fine, please stop apologizing for her,â you say, the sinking reminder in the back of your mind that seonghwa had been doing the very same thing - apologizing for that woman.
âi know sheâs stressing you out, too. weâre in it together.â
âthatâs true,â she sighs, letting out a long, dramatic groan before resting her head on your shoulder. âiâm so bloated, i donât think iâm ever gonna be able to eat again.â
and it was funny that, days after the holiday, eunbi was still convinced that she was bloated from christmas dinner.
âbabe, i donât even think thatâs possible,â jiwoon consoled her, you and him sitting in her room as she gets ready to go down to the pool.
because, naturally, like everyone in this godforsaken rich town, they get ready to go to the pool thatâs inside of their homes; when eunbi told you to pack a bathing suit back at your apartment, you looked at her like she was insane.
until she clarified that her pool is heated and, conveniently, indoors.
âjust through the backyard,â she had said - and she truly meant it.
just a few yards away from the main deck area, with floor to ceiling glass windows that showcase the extravagant landscaping and, of course, the outdoor pool and jacuzzi just a few feet away.
âeunbi, this is insane,â you say, marveling at the sight before you.
âdonât you wish you came sooner?â she asks with a wink, your eyes rolling as you place down your towel.
you had the option to bring two bathing suits - a skimpy black one you donât remember being so scandalous or a red one you remember eunbi insisting you buy last summer.
and you just knew it was because danny was coming, currently showcasing his impressive eight pack that, truly, just doesnât do it for you - maybe if he was twenty years older, apparently, and somebodyâs father and husband.
you shake the thoughts out of your head, walking a few steps toward the pool before eunbi tackles you from behind. you both land with a loud splash, followed by the excited shouts and loud splashes of her other friends.
youâd be lying if you said you could remember the last time you had this much fun, splashing and giggling and acting so carefree despite the many challenges youâll have to face soon.
but thatâs not any of your concern right now, currently sitting atop dannyâs shoulders and trying to knock down eunbi in a game of chicken.
âyou little bitch! get your nails out of me!â
âcoming from the girl who literally just tried to choke me two seconds ago!â
âlike itâs your first time being choked!â
and you donât know whether jiwoon was shocked by you saying that statement or the fact that his girlfriend exposes all of her sexual kinks to you but alas, it did the trick in sealing you a victory.
a smug smile on your face as danny jumps up and down in excitement, your body bouncing and nearly falling over him had you not gripped onto his shoulders.
itâs at that time eunbi pops up from the water, hair a soaking mess and mascara running down her face. sheâs about to open her mouth, probably to yell at you, before a volleyball is thrown through the air and just misses her face.
instead, it hits danny square in the head. the boy letting out a yelp before you promptly fall backwards in the water, hearing eunbiâs shrill squeal and giggle on your way down.
you pop up and throw her a dirty look, danny rubbing at the back of his side before apologizing profusely.
âitâs okay,â you giggle out, about to say you shouldnât have been up there for so long before eunbiâs squealing in the air.
âdad, what the hell kind of aim was that!â
you feel your body stiffen before you quickly shoot around, none another than mr. park standing there looking as handsome as ever.
he puts the young men around you to shame, good-looking, muscular college boys who anyone in their right mind would find attractive - but they just donât beat him.
his striking eyes or tall, lean stature or the fact that heâs just so fucking-
âgot worse with age, bi, what can i say?â he chuckles, extra white fluffy towels in his hold that he places on the chair. âsorry, danny.â
seonghwaâs known danny for a few years now, one of jiwoonâs friends who seems... alright. not a bad guy but also not a good guy - just kind of there; but it didnât occur to the man just how much he was bothered by him until he saw you on his shoulders.
because he couldâve put you in danger, of course. put you in danger at his house where if things got bad, heâd be responsible; as for the ball, it merely slipped from his finger tips.
âno problem mr. park,â the kid smiles, the other friends gathering around and looking at him expectantly. âweâre gonna play a round of volleyball. you in?â
âno. no dads allowed,â eunbi whines, seonghwa rolling his eyes at his bratty adult daughter.
âwhy not? because iâm better than all of you, eunbi?â
âoh please,â she grumbles lowly, rolling her eyes and grabbing you to lead you toward the stairs. âyou know what, weâre going in the hot tub anyway. since she decided to rock my shit in chicken. enjoy my father traitors,â eunbi grumbles to jiwoon and his friends.
âi did not,â you protest weakly, feeling two pairs of eyes on you as you make your way out of the pool with your friend.
the first thing that strikes seonghwa, apart from the major twitch in his pants, is how skimpy your bikini is.
red bottoms with thin straps holding it up, a matching red top showcasing cleavage and beauty marks on your chest and all the things that are proving to drive him fucking crazy upon seeing you every day.
itâs taking everything in him to control the growing ache in his shorts, your eyes looking at him so coyly and attentively that youâre ignoring the college boy gawking at you right in front of him.
thereâs a certain sort of twisted pride in his chest, you giving him attention and seemingly reciprocating his interest, when thereâs someone younger right there for you.
younger and unmarried and more suitable for you. someone you can actually be with where it wouldnât be considered dirty or wrong or secretive; but maybe thatâs why youâre both drawn to it in the first place.
that, and because youâre both really hot.
âheâs literally hot, y/n! why donât you like him?â eunbi whines to you, the two of you sitting across from one another in the hot tub outside.
the december air is crisp but feels nice comapred to the steaming water youâre gratefully submerged in. anything to take you away from mr. park shirtless and wet in the pool right now.
âi do like him, bi,â you mutter, trying your best to convince her and now seem suspicious.
âokay, yeah, as a person but who cares about that!â she whines, flopping her hands dramatically in the water. âyou donât want him to rail you.â
âeunbi!â you squeak, splashing in her direction as a warm, embarrassed blush rises to your cheeks.
âiâm serious y/n. youâve never been railed before and dannyâs such a good option. heâs hot and heâs sweet and heâs so pathetically into you, itâs a little sick.â
you donât know what to say so you donât say anything, shooting her a look that screams can we please not talk about this because you donât know how much i actually wanna be railed by your father so letâs stop this discussion.
but she only rolls her eyes, moving herself closer to you so she can tug at your arm annoyingly.
âis he just not your type?â she questions, her eyebrows pulling together in confusion for a few moments before utter shock crosses her face.
âwait, what is your type? itâs... men, right? have i been hooking you up with the wrong gender this whole time?â she asks in disbelief, âcould we have been hooking up this whole time?â
you press your lips together so you donât burst out laughing, dryly replying âyes, eunbi, iâm into men.â
but the more you think about it, the more you think maybe you donât have a type.
âand iâve... never really thought about it before, to be honest. i just know iâm not into like... frat guys or whatever.â
because any party youâd been to, any douchey college guy wearing a backwards hat or cut off shirt, you had never been more disinterested. you couldnât ever picture yourself falling for someone like that, romantically or sexually.
the one time you remember thinking someone was hot was when you took film and lit with your 31-year-old professor.
âso older guys?â eunbi concludes after hearing that, a smirk on her face as she raises her eyebrows playfully. âwe gotta scope out some golf courses or retirement homes?â
âplease,â you scoff, a giggle leaving her mouth as she throws her head back gleefully.
âokay, really though, iâll tell danny youâre not interested and to stop trying so hard if youâre really not interested.â
but maybe danny as a distraction will be good.
will make you see that, perhaps, someone single and your own age and not your best friendâs father will be good thing for you to explore.
so you shrug lightheartedly, the smirk on your face causing eunbi to let out a low âoooh shit.â
you look over at her and your smile only widens when she knocks your shoulder, saying that youâre looking to be a play girl and drain a rich, lovesick man of some christmas presents.
âyeah, right! why drain a rich man when i can drain my best friend,â you tease, looking around her yard and still in astonishment that this is really her life. âi mean, two pools? is that really necessary?â
âthree actually. thereâs one behind the guest house on the other side. a small one. very humble.â
âoh, a small one, okay. great.â
she lets out another giggle, the two of you talking over plans for new years eve.
you might go up to jiwoonâs parents house in the mountains for the weekend, spend the time drinking with the small group of friends youâve come to genuinely like over these past few weeks.
âitâs only two hours away so it wonât be that bad either,â she says, getting up to shake the hot water off her arms. âiâll be right back, i have to pee.â
you nod your head, grateful she didnât piss in the pool and allowing yourself to sit there, eyes closed, body relaxed, in the silence.
you can hear the faint screams of the boys from the indoor pool area and the swish of the hot tub filter, peeking open your eyes when, suddenly, you think you hear a boom of thunder in the distance.
you watch the sky darkening and clouds coming in, signaling a storm is coming in soon and quick. a sigh leaves your mouth, enjoying your last few moments of peace before finally standing in the hot tub.
the crisp winter air blows and sends goosebumps up your arms, a shiver running through your body as you attempt to splash some hot water on your upper body.
you donât know how you know someoneâs watching you but you do, some sort of strange intuition within you looking up to see none other than mr. park standing a few feet away from the hot tub.
his dark hair is wet and hanging in his face, swimming trunks soaked and his exposed chest still dripping chlorine water.
you press your lips together as your eyes roam his chest, a hint of abs on his lean stomach that causes a small, strangled groan to leave your mouth - you will never understand how this man is pushing 40.
but the same way youâre looking at him, heâs looking at you.
water covering your body, currently hunched over trying to warm the rest of your body; but itâs when you stand he really starts to gawk, your figure standing full and tall and giving him a perfect view of your hardening nipples from the cold crisp air.
you can see the lust in his eyes the same way you know he can and youâre about to do something to just make him crack. mistakingly untie your bottoms, catching them at the last second so he thinks heâs about to get a peak.
or undo the back of your top and pout at him, ask him to please tie it back for you because itâs way too hard to reach behind and do it yourself.
or maybe youâll just drop to your knees right there, try to see if thereâs any hint of a bulge in his swimming trunk bottoms and-
his body is gone just as fast as he arrived, confusion covering your face before you shake your head of your perverted thoughts - dropping to your knees when his daughter and wife are right here, what the fuck is wrong with you today?
you blame eunbi, all her talk about getting railed when youâve been wanting to jump her fatherâs bones.
you carefully make your way out of the hot tub, not wanting to eat shit and scarp your leg on the concrete.
it feels like youâre about to freeze in the cold, another shiver wracking your body before you turn to stick your cold, goosebump-ridden arms back in the hot tub. it warms you for just a few seconds, a low, satisfied hum leaving your mouth before you hear footsteps coming up from behind you.
something in you tells you itâs him again.
whether it be the way your body heats up and feels prickly, the obvious feeling of eyes burning into your exposed back causing you to remain still and oblivious.
but you can longer remain oblivious a few seconds later, when a tall body is just a few inches away from completely pressing against you.
âyou forgot a towel,â is all he says, placing it on the wet rim of the hot tub.
when he leans forward to place the white towel down, heâs careful and meticulous with his movements. brushing up against you every so slightly and carefully that you can feel his hard bulge on your ass for a few seconds too long.
at first you think youâre crazy, feeling what you were trying to envision in your head, but then you absolutely know it thereâs.
you can feel the wetness from his bathing suit on your legs, his cock right there resting on the thin, red fabric of your bikini bottoms and if you were as weak as you felt inside, if he stayed there just a little bit longer, a moan wouldâve absolutely left your mouth.
if you pushed back just a little to feel more of his cock on you, grind your ass his hardness just enough to hear him let out a low groan or maybe curse a little.
but he moves away, almost like he knew the perfect amount of time before that happened and almost like he did it by accident - but when you turn around and see the look in his eyes, you know it wasnât.
the same way he can see a palpable desire and surprise and tension in your gaze, causing him to suppress a growing smirk. it makes you wanna tease him back in whatever way you can but you know that eunbiâs due back from the bathroom at any moment.
so you only cock your head to the side, lick over your lower lip carefully as you grasp the towel in your hands gently.
âthank you, mr. park,â you say, your voice as airy and sweet as you can possibly make it without sounding like an idiot.
âyouâre welcome, y/n,â he says, taking a few steps back as his eyes lock on you. he stays there for a few moments until he hears the door to the pool house open.
you watch his lustful, dark expression change right then and there, a towel wrapping around his lower body and his face stretching into a happy, father-approved look.
âso youâre good with anything for dinner, y/n?â he asks, his voice loud and clear enough for his approaching daughter to hear. âi know you mentioned you were picky.â
âletâs get pizza!â eunbi screeches through the air, telling seonghwa that everyoneâs staying over and theyâll need at least four boxes.
but you canât even think about pizza right now, not when this moment right here is solidifying the crazy thought in your head that your best friendâs dad wants you just as much as you want him.
you called him out later that night around one a.m., after eunbi and jiwoon were the last to pass out to your scary movie marathon.
the others were sprawled out on the basement floor, an intricate array of blankets and pillows on the floor that you attempted to weave through, both, skillfully and quietly.
there was a dryness in your throat that could only be settled by a cold glass of water, making your way through the house quietly and praying you donât run into mrs. park.
sheâs been just as passive aggressive as she usually is in front of people so you could never imagine being alone with her. wondering what the hell sheâd say to you without seonghwa and eunbi as buffers.
you were relieved when the lights were off in the kitchen, padding your way to the fridge to take out a bottle of water. you twist and turn the cap off to gulp down the cold liquid in the refrigerator light, a quiet gasp leaving you as your thirst is quenched.
you briefly consider going up to eunbiâs room to sleep tonight, not sure how you feel about being squished in with eunbi and jiwoon cuddling on the couch, when the light suddenly flicks off.
it causes you to freeze and halt all thoughts, fear running through you for all three seconds before you see seonghwaâs tall, familiar figure pass you. you watch him carefully in the dim light of the fridge, his shirtless chest yet again right in front of your face.
leaned back against the counter across from you, giving you a perfect view of his toned chest and gray sweatpants.
âmidnight snack?â he asks, the smirk on his face almost causing you to roll your eyes.
instead, your lips quirk into a small smile. raising your water bottle by your head and shaking it, the water swishing in your pounding ears.
âjust water,â you respond quietly, matching his low tone. âi hope thatâs okay.â
âthat you took water? of course, y/n,â he says, amusement in his gaze as he looks you over.
youâre freshly showered and in a pair of pajamas, matching pink sets that eunbi got you for christmas one year - he remembers because he was with her when she bought it.
a soft smile crosses your face, your back getting cold from the open fridge but not daring to move a muscle. not with him looking at you the way he is and with his body just a few feet away from you.
a silence lingers in the kitchen, you not sure why heâs looking at you and him waiting to see if you say something, before he bites the inside of his cheek.
âi wanted to say sorry about before.â
your eyebrow quirks up, interest so clearly peaked as you cock your head to the side.
âwhat do you mean?â
a smirk crosses his face as he watches you play dumb, head cocked and eyes wide and everything about you with such mock innocence, he thinks thatâs whatâs driving him the most crazy.
that you do this shit and say certain things with almost complete unawareness and innocence, if it werenât for the hidden look of desire and teasing in your eyes.
âyou know,â is all he says, his voice dipping and eyes twinging darker, it makes your lower stomach swoop.
a part of is positive, even if you ask, heâs not gonna say it aloud.
heâs not gonna say or acknowledge any of this aloud and make you guys play this game until you leave in a few weeks.
and then when you leave, unsure about your next prospects of college or education or even living arrangements, who knows if youâre ever gonna see him again.
so you only hum lowly, closing the fridge behind you and leaving you both in darkness. the only source of light is from the moon outside, lighting up half the kitchen from the large bay window.
it leaves you both incredibly exposed, anyone from the outside able to see the two seemingly innocent bodies standing toe to toe with each other; but they donât see the lustful looks and eyes full of desire, both of you so entrapped by the other, itâs obvious with the tension in the air.
âoh, well, then... itâs okay, mr. park,â you say with a smile, taking a step back as your eyes roam his chest one last time. âi didnât mind.â
youâre about to say goodnight when you see his arm reach out, shocked but oh, so ready ready to give into your desire and feel your body crash against his or your lips connect finally.
moan into his mouth and feel more of his hardness against you - but he only takes the water from your hand, presses his mouth against the plastic rim and swigs down a big gulp.
you watch with wide eyes as his adamâs apple bobs in the moonlight, head tipped back and body perched calmly on the counter as he takes a swig of your water bottle, spit exchanged and his mouth right where yours was.
he pulls back with an unreadable expression, licking the excess water from his lips before simply closing the cap, holding out the bottle and smiling at you with the most wise-ass smirk youâve ever seen, youâre not sure how youâre ever gonna one up this man.
"sweet dreams, y/n.â
strike 3:
your new years weekend get away turned into an extended stay that consisted of sleeping on a lumpy air mattress, five extra guests and so much alcohol, youâre positive youâre still hungover three days later.
âit wasnât that... we only did a... i mean it wasnât like we were....â eunbi says, the two of you laying on her bed nursing headaches and body aches to the severest degree.
âokay, it was pretty bad. we were kind of rowdy and out of control.â
âyou donât say?â you grumble, never one to black out and get that shit faced and then doing it nearly every night - maybe to deal with dannyâs pathetic soft looks or whispered sweet nothings to you.
ânothing is working either. not advil or water or greasy food. we mightâve fucked ourselves for life, bi.â
but if thereâs one thing that always helped for eunbi, it was a nice, long bath. steaming hot water that burned her skin and the prettiest bath bombs to make the entire bathroom smell of strawberries and cream.
so even though you didnât want to, nothing more comfortable than eunbiâs king size bed and warm, fluffy comforter, you allowed the girl to drag you to the bathroom down the hall to set up âyour last resort, hangover paradise.â
it consisted of every type of bath bomb and lotion and bubble bath the luxurious could dream of, sending her out immediately when you saw her sneaking in with a glass of champagne.
âare you crazy?â you ask, dipping your toe in the water to test the temperature. âthatâs what started this disaster.â
âfine, more for me!â she squeals happily, turning down the lights and pressing the bluetooth button for your phoneâs music. âenjoy. iâll see you in an hour, completely hangover free.â
âweâll see about that,â you grumble, your words falling on deaf ears as she locks and closes the door to makes her way back to her ensuite.
and as much as you wanna give eunbi shit for her pompous tactics and techniques for everything in life, you have to say that this is certainly helping.
soaking in the steaming hot water, with cucumbers on your eyes and quiet music playing through the ceiling speakers. the jets in the tub also added another layer of relaxation to it, healing your sore muscles from days of waking up on a hard, wooden floor.
the mirrors were steamed and the room was boiling by the time you got out, stepping on the fuzzy bath mat and drying yourself off with a towel. you had tried not to get your hair wet but it proved useless, your relaxed body sinking further and further down until nearly your whole head was wet.
you stretch your arms above your head as you let out a content groan, feeling the best youâve felt in three days and ready to take a nap.
but itâs at that moment, looking around the large steaming bathroom, that you realized you didnât bring a change of clothes in. meaning youâll know have to walk done the hall and into eunbiâs room in just a towel.
itâs fairly late, almost 11:30, so youâre hoping that her parents are in their rooms and fast asleep by now.
you peak your head out, feeling like a spy in a cheesy action movie as you look up and down the hall. you turn off the light once the coast is clear, walking quietly but quickly down to eunbiâs room - or wing, as it could be considered
youâre almost out of the gate, just a few more steps until you round the corner down eunbiâs hallway, when seonghwaâs tall figure is coming right up the stairs.
his head is down as he looks at his phone, still in his dress shirt and tie from his long day at work. you noticed that after the holidays, heâs been around the house less - working from home when he can but also needing to go into the office more often than not.
heâs at the top of the stairs when he finally notices your figure watching him, wrapped in a towel with a flush on your cheeks and your wet hair dripping on the floor.
it seems to be the thing to break him right now, not able to tear his eyes away or think of any fun, flirty comments to keep you from suppressing the need to roll your eyes.
because his days have been long and stressful and the only thing he needs right now is to just get off - and then there you are like something his prayers have answered, standing there quiet and awestruck at the sight of his loose tie and messy black hair heâs been running his hands through all day.
âh-hi, mr. park,â your quiet voice says, sweet and soft-spoken and utterly apologetic, like youâre embarrassed to be caught in just your towel - and he supposes that would make sense, to feel embarrassed about getting caught like this your friendâs father.
but he canât find it in himself to care right now, two seconds away from dragging you down to his office so he can finally fuck you over his desk - but he knows that would be the worst decision in the world, for countless reasons.
âhi, y/n,â he grumbles back just as low, leant against the railing with a voice that sounds defeated and gruff.
âare you okay?â you ask, something about his voice and demeanor off.
he has to hold back a strangled laugh, his lips quirking up before he bites down on his lip.
âiâm... iâm fine, thanks. workâs just busy,â he says, a certain part of his chest warming at the fact you even asked - he knows his wife wonât when he walks in their bedroom in a few minutes.
âoh, okay,â you respond, twirling with the end of your towel nervously. âwell... iâm sorry to hear that.â
he allows himself to let out a chuckle this time, shaking his head as he looks over your bare, wet face; youâre too pretty for your own good, heâs not even sure you realize just how pretty you are.
just how much he really wants you and just how much heâs coming to like seeing you in his house everyday.
âitâs alright, thatâs why you gotta do something you love, right?â he quips, his long fingers up to recreate a camera, pressing down as if to snap a photo.
it cause you to let out a soft, genuine giggle, nodding your head and easing the slight embarrassment of him catching you in a towel.
âright,â you say with a smile, shy smiles and gazes shared until you finally look away in fear of your cheeks warming again.
but it doesnât stop him from admiring the view of you, your bare face and exposed chest before the towel covers up all the parts he wants to so desperately explore.
he pictures dropping your towel and hearing it fall to the floor with a plop, take in the sight of your perky boobs and hard nipples in the air.
drop his mouth just a little bit to your neck, pressing small kisses against your skin as his fingers knead your nipples, all the quiet moans and breaths to make sure you two donât get caught shooting right to his cock.
he probably wouldnât be able to control himself, sliding a finger into you right then and there in the middle of the hallway, pressing your back against the wall to have you trapped against his larger body.
heâd pump his finger in and out of you slowly and tauntingly, hearing how wet you are and feeling how tight you are. itâd be similiar to how this past month has just been both of you taunting and teasing and beating around the bush, occasionally letting his fingers curl to his your g-spot or graze your sensitive clit.
and then heâd drop to his knees to taste you. make sure he sucks and licks and takes your clit in his warm mouth that youâre-
âi should get back to eunbi,â you finally say, breaking the silence and ripping him from his dirty, hidden fantasies. you canât take the lust and desire in his eyes that you see when he looks at you, an painful ache building between your legs more and more.
âgoodnight, mr. park.â
you nearly run into eunbiâs room and slam the door had you not seen her sleeping form, passed out right there in the middle of her bed wearing a baby pink robe.
you look beside her to see an extra one laid out, a silky lilac one that causes a small smile to cross your face.
youâve never felt material like this on your skin, basking in the feeling of the smooth, silky material as you clean up her room quietly - both to tidy up and distract you from the ache in your legs and last encounter with her father.
for eunbi growing up with housekeepers and nannies her whole life, it always surprised you how clean and tidy your roommate was; the sink was never full of dishes and you alternated vacuuming the living room carpet.
but itâs obvious all of that is a facade because since the moment she got home, her messy ways have shown through - you find it endearing, though, and itâs all very eunbi: a homey, lived in mess of luxurious items and articles of clothing worth more than your childhood home.
the girl in question had moved to the right side in her sleep as you cleaned, a quiet chuckle leaving your mouth. you look to see both your water bottles are empty, deciding on the brave decision to go downstairs to grab two new ones.
the last time youâd done that, you thought for sure mr. park was gonna jump your bones - and you know you were gonna let him.
your mind is littered with memories of that night as you make your way through the dark house of twists and turns, carefully going down the stairs as you walk toward the kitchen.
thereâs a room with beautiful double doors on your left, a room youâve walked past hundreds of times throughout your stay here. eunbi told you it was her dadâs first floor office, where he usually worked and had his meetings from home.
the first thing you notice from down the hall is that the door is slightly cracked open, a peak in from the dimly lit kitchen showcasing some fancy decor of a globe.
as you make your way closer and closer, your ears are met with a quiet, strangled groan that causes you to stop in your tracks; your mind begins to race with a million different scenarios of what you could be walking past right now.
your first thought is that youâre about to see mr. and mrs. park in a very compromising position over his desk - and, as sick as it sounds, as delusional and crazy and absurd as it sounds, that prospect makes your stomach sink and twist painfully.
but that would be normal, you suppose; theyâre a fucking married couple after all and seonghwa had seemed stressed from work. obviously he was gonna ask his wife to help calm him down and relax him.
get all of his stress out in the form of-
you shake your head before you can even think about it, forcing your feet to move past the office doors.
and itâs like you canât even stop yourself from peeking in, confirming to see if your thoughts are correct and youâre about to be gutted, when you take in the sight before you.
seonghwa still in his loose tie and white dress shirt, pants around his ankles and his head thrown back in his office chair as his own hand jerks his cock off.
everything about it is dirty and wrong and you know you shouldnât be looking in but you canât stop.
you canât stop watching the way his hand works around his cock expertly, long and thick and so fucking nice it nearly makes you drool. the thought of you on your knees before him, taking him in your mouth and licking and sucking around the tip, making you bite back a moan.
you canât stop your eyes from looking at his face, his head thrown back and eyes squeezed shut with his neck on display - perfect for you to bite and give hickies, if you were on top straddling him.
you canât stop the painful ache and wetness seeping in your thong as you watch him get off, his groans and grunts and heavy breaths making you wanna whine out in arousal.
and itâs that suppression right there, getting so worked up and horny over the sight of your peeping tina activities, that cause you to pull yourself away.
because as much as you donât want to and as much as you wanna help him, you canât.
you can only scramble into the kitchen and get water as fast and quiet as humanly possible, scurrying past the office and up the stairs with the stealthiness of a lion.
you can only lay in bed with the thoughts of your roommateâs father and the noises he makes, the sight of his cock and the hand movements replaying over and over in your mind.
and you realize that night, with only a few more days until you both have to leave for the spring semester, you can only hope to never see mr. park again.
let this flirtation and fascination and utterly screwed up infatuation with your roommateâs dad be nothing but a dirty memory youâll keep to yourself for the rest of your life.
because if itâs not, if you have to see him again and have him in your daily life again, you wonât be able to hold yourself back.
your lust will turn deeper and youâll find yourself in a much bigger issue than damp underwear and secret, forbidden moments with mr. park seonghwa.
you shouldâve known with only two days left of your stay that eunbi was gonna let the news slip.
you were at least grateful for the fact that mrs. park had a charity ball with her clan of âbotox getting, bitchy sounding gold diggers who need to desperately get laid,â successfully riding her of your last friday night dinner.
âso you girls donât want a new apartment then?â seonghwa asked, glass of wine in his hand as he looks at the two of you questioningly. âthat buildingâs looking for a new owner, eunbi, i think itâd be perfect for you both.â
âdad donât be ridiculous, we canât own the building!â eunbi says, swatting her dad playfully as she shovels a piece of food in her mouth. sheâs casual and comfortable without her momâs prying eyes and biting tone, her foot resting on the white fabric beneath her.
âand besides, i might be alone in there soon. we still donât know if y/n is gonna be starting her-â
you kick the girl under the table roughly, her face pulling into a wince as a cry leaves her mouth.
âow, y/n! what the he-â
but itâs upon seeing your white face and annoyed expression that she realizes what she said, her mouth falling open and silent as she looks at you apologetically.
âoh shit...â
you can only shoot her a pained, sarcastic smile, daringly looking at seonghwa whoâs watching the two of you with a curious expression.
âwhat do you mean?â
silence hangs in the air, you and eunbi sharing side eyes and dejected looks with her dad before he cocks an eyebrow at the both of you.
âgirls... what do you mean?â he asks, his voice deeper and more serious, taking on a dad-like tone eunbi isnât used to hearing from her relaxed, playful father.
and thatâs when, before eunbi can open her big mouth any further, you calmly and regretfully explain the situation with your scholarship.
how you got an e-mail a few months ago about alternate funding for the art department and that you were one of the many students who, while keeping up your end of requirements, could not be awarded money.
âitâs awful that they can do that,â seonghwa says, his eyes full of the same sympathy and outrage eunbiâs held - except he knows that this happens all the time. that itâs unfair and sick and a big ploy in the education system that needs incredible reform.
especially when it hurts students like you.
âyeah but it is what it is,â you say, trying your hardest to steer the conversation to literally anything but this (in fear that youâll scream or start crying or have yet another anxiety attack).
âi can just finish up in the fall, itâs no big deal,â you lie through our teeth, a sad smile on your face as you look at eunbi. âiâm just sorry it messes up our combined graduation party.â
a frown crosses eunbiâs face as she smacks you in the arm, pulling you closer to her just so she could cuddle herself into your arm.
âi will wait for you,â she proclaims dramatically, a pout on her lips and starry-eyed look in her gaze. âi will wait as long as i have to. if they delay it any further, father, you will simply have to sue the school.â
âfather, huh?â seonghwa hums lowly, his lips quirking into a smirk.
father is the term eunbi uses when she wants to use him and his money, whether it be blackmailing unfair teachers or shitty students or calling for him when her and her mom are fighting.
âyes, father,â she says, looking to you with a sweet, apologetic smile on her face.
âiâm serious, y/n. we got your back,â she quips with a wink, a pained smile on your face that she knows means you canât wait to let her have it when you two are alone.
âyou had one job, eunbi, and you were doing so good,â you say in her room later that night, pacing back and forth as she sits on her bed like a scolded child. âliterally two nights left and you let it slip out!â
âiâm sorry, okay!â she whines for the ninth time, a pout on her face as she plays with fingers; you wanna roll your eyes seeing it, knowing for a fact thatâs something she does when sheâs in trouble with jiwoon.
âi didnât mean to, it just slipped out!â she begins to defend, âand it was only my dad! he wouldnât dare say a bad word about you, y/n, he loves you.â
you ignore the twinge in your chest when you hear her say those words, feeling a tad guilty at the bodily reaction you have about her own father. how much youâre hiding from her and that you have these suppressed feelings and secret moments in the first place.
âloves me or not, bad word or not, itâs still embarrassing, eunbi,â you say, a frown on your lips as you start to hear the situation aloud.Â
âi still canât pay for my tuition and have to wait almost a whole year to take a degree in fucking photography. like how embarrassing is that, all of this just for me never find a job and live in a box.â
youâve only seen a flash of anger on eunbiâs face a few times in your life, the incident with the dorm girls and her dad and when a sorority girl tried to kiss jiwoon at the bar.
and you see it right now, her small but mighty frame jumping off the bed and lunging toward you quickly.
âare you kidding me!â she squeals, smacking you in the arm and pushing you down on the bed.
âwhat the hell do you mean a degree in fucking photography? or living in a box? youâre gonna be the best photographer in the world and shoot every event in my life and charge me quadruple the amount!â
a smile pulls at your lips as you hear her go on and on, hype you up and build up your confidence and tell you to never talk that way about yourself again. how thereâs nothing embarrassing about not being able to afford thousands of dollars when you were alerted about the expense on such short notice.
âokay, okay, i know that,â you eventually give in, letting out a sigh as you flop down on her bed. âitâs just.... stressful. i canât move back home but i also need to get like, a real job. a job thatâs gonna pay well so i can save up as much as possible.â
âand weâll find you that when we get back,â she says, assuring with a confident look in her eye and her hands in yours. âi can promise you, with or without my fatherâs connections, weâre getting you a job.â
her words prove to reassure you for the remainder of the night, when, after she kisses your ass a little more, asks if she can go to jiwoonâs for a little.
you spent that time in her room looking at nearby job offerings and building up your resume and cover letters, working well into the night hours with a text from jiwoon that she fell asleep and will be back in the morning.
you stretch your arms above your head with a quiet groan, noting itâs almost one oâclock and youâre fucking parched yet again.
itâs no surprise to you when the lights in the kitchen are on, dimly light and no noise around as you pad your way to the fridge.
you almost expect the footsteps that come in a few moments later, when you take a sip from your water and close the fridge without hesitation.
âhave you told your parents about tuition?â
youâre confused by the statement that leaves seonghwaâs mouth, brows pulled together and a sinking feeling in your stomach at this conversation again - because as if tuition wasnât enough, he just had to bring up your parents.
but you donât wanna beat around the bush any longer; you two seem to do that enough.
âme and my parents donât talk,â you say, straight forward and quiet as you look right at him.
itâs the first time he sees you look a little broken and defeated, a certain kind of sadness shining behind your eyes that makes him wanna pull him into you. it feels like a protective instinct heâs used to, caring for the people in his life and not wanting to see them struggle.
âthey wouldnât help me anyway.â
this protective instinct feels a little different in this moment, something else tugging in his chest that he hasnât felt in a very long time - not until he started seeing you more.
âbut itâd be a shame if you didnât finish, y/n. you got so far and youâve done so well for yourself.â
you smile a little at the praise, tongue rolling over your lips in a way he certainly doesnât miss - but this moment isnât about that. itâs not something he cares even a little bit about right now.
âthank you, mr. park, but i am gonna finish,â you say with finality, the confident and sure tone making a strange sort of pride swell inside of him.
âi just have to save up money and iâll start in the fall. itâs really not that big of a deal,â you tell him with a smile, taking a few steps back so you donât feel too crowded by him.
âeunbiâs gonna help me look for jobs when i get back,â you say, a teasing smile pulling at your lips as you look at him. âa big girl job. something real and hard, thatâs gonna make me super stressed and agitated.â
so much so that i have to get off at the thought of you.
a deep chuckle bubbles out of him that you match with ease, the two of you sharing small smiles and quiet giggles in the middle of this spotless, white kitchen.
âcanât do what you love quite yet, i guess,â seonghwa says, his eyes roaming your face so slowly and carefully, it makes you a tad bit nervous.
you hadnât realized how natural and easy this conversation was between you two, like you were talking to someone youâd known your whole life opposed to someone youâve barely known for four years.
his hand itches to reach up and touch your hair, tuck the soft, silky looking strand behind your ear and watch your cheeks heat up when your skin touches; but instead, he smiles down at you, inching closer until heâs just looming over you and staring down at you with a soft, undetectable look in his eye.
âbut itâll be worth it in the end, i think. itâs just gonna... take some time.â
you lick over our lips, throat and mouth suddenly so incredibly dry, as you nod your head.
âyeah, i think so, too,â you say, your lips smushing together nervously before you open your mouth to speak again - this could be one of the last times youâre alone with him.
âthank you for letting me stay with you guys, mr. park. itâs been... really nice spending time with people for the holidays.â
he feels his heart twinge in his chest again, his eyes falling down to your lips and swearing heâs never wanted to kiss someone so bad in his life. Â
âof course, y/n, itâs been a pleasure,â he says, a smile quirking at his lips with a hint of something you just canât quite make out. âmaybe weâll see each other again soon.â
it was five days before classes started that you got the confirmation e-mail - a message confirming your tuition for the spring semester was paid in full and your current balance was $0.
you had to look over the message for three whole hours making sure you had read the e-mail correctly, even going as far to call the bursar office to make sure they had the correct address.
but they had confirmed with surety that your balance was paid off, urging you to quickly sign up for the classes you need before the day was over.
âokay, you will never believe what interview i was able to score for you,â eunbi says the moment she walks in the apartment, shopping bags up her arm and gucci sunglasses perched atop her head.
âiâll admit, the vibe was a little off with the coworkers but i think itâd be a great opportunity to-â her eyes catch your laptop screen on the school website, a list of classes and times on your screen that causes her eyes to widen.
âoh?â she squeals, running over and throwing herself down on the couch beside you. âwhat the heck are you doing? are you... did you...?â
the lie came way too quick and easy to you, excitedly blabbering out that there was a change in the system and your scholarship was approved - âi think they felt bad that i was a graduating senior,â you said, eunbiâs face pulled into the happiest smile youâve ever seen.
she clapped and danced and bounced around in excitement, proclaiming you guys just had to go out and get drinks to celebrate the fact that your surprise party was back on.
but you could only sit there with your thoughts and suspicions and this overwhelming feeling deep within your stomach that, while eunbi definitely doesnât know, her father mightâve just paid your college tuition in full.
(part 2)
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   ⴠmale reader [24, pro-hero, alpha, quirk: ice-phoenix]    ⴠall characters are depicted as [18]+
âł summary: Bakugou and [Your.name] were dating, about to get married. Though one morning, everything that was dear to [Your.name] was brutally ripped away when he found a letter from his fiancĂŠ. Katsuki was gone, no traces left behind. And now, after three years [Your.name] was suddenly confronted with the reason when he meets his ex-fiancĂŠ again in a small town in Hokkaido.
⣠rating: mature ⣠warnings: abo universe, male pregnancy, bonding (biting for the bond mark to appear), drama / angst that turns into a happy end though; angst ending version read here.
AN: This was inspired by @amgjiks â request they sent in a few months ago! posting this story under your original request feels kinda âwrongâ since Iâd be ignoring half of what you requested basically so imma keep the original for when inspiration kicks in, in the future :)
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Walking along the streets, you didnât have a destination in mind. Just walking around and letting fresh air clear your fogged up brain. You had been overthinking â again. It was one of those days were you couldnât help but think back to three years ago. Tomorrow three years ago would have been the date were you and Katsuki would have said âYesâ, but alas⌠it all came differently.
Running your hand through your hair, you sighed deeply.
âI need to stop thinking about this. Itâs been so long! Like this, I will never be able to forget him.â
But how were you supposed to forget the love of your life? Especially when it all came so quickly and out of nowhere? One day everything was fine, the next, he was gone. And as much as you tried to find him, despite him stating in the letter you shouldnât try, it was all in vain anyways. Itâs as if Bakugou Katsuki had never existed. Even his parents, that were always very much in love with you as their son-in-law, completely ignored you and cut you off.
It was such a deep cut, even time wasnât able to heal anything. The last three years were rough. Sleepless nights were a normal thing by now. And while media praised you for working so hard on your hero career, you just pushed yourself like that so you wouldnât need to think about the past. Because when you were working, it all just faded away.
However, after collapsing one day, the agency forced you to take time off and so you landed in Hokkaido. Far away from the bustling streets of Tokyo, your gloomy small apartment and your work place. With nothing to do, you found yourself overthinking day and night. If you just could ask him one question.
Why?
-
Putting on his scent-blocking collar, Bakugou suddenly felt a little tugging on his t-shirt, hence he looked down. [Eye.color], big eyes stared at him and the toothy smile immediately had him smiling as well.
âAre you ready to go outside, Hiroto?â, he asked his son who looked so much like you, reminding him every day what he had done.
âMH! Can I bring Popo?â, Hirotoâs big eyes sparkled a little, making it very difficult for Katsuki to say no, hence he nodded a little.
Watching his son, it only took a few moments before he came back with his stuffed animal, it was a phoenix. Rather, it was your merchandise. It⌠was complicated.
âReady to go?â
âYeess!â
And so, Katsuki locked the door behind him, leaving to go for a walk around the block and a quick park visit.
-
Leaning against a bridge, you stared down, still pondering. If you had just acted differently, maybe you could have saved your relationship. Whatever it was you had done, it pushed him away from you and it was eating you inside to not know what the reason was.
You didnât know how many hours you had been wandering around town, trying to stop thinking, but as always, you only thought harder the less you had to do. Hence why you decided to go back to the inn you were staying at.
After hours outside, Hiroto was tired, his plushy Popo hugged tightly against his chest as he silently walked besides Bakugou along the streets. One more time, Katsuki tried to pick his son up, âHiro? Want me to carry you home? Arenât you tired?â
âNHN!â, he shook his head, âDaddy is never tired when he fights the bad guys! So I am also not tired.â
Hiroto was stubborn as he kept walking besides Bakugou who was just sighing a little. It was his own fault, but he couldnât lie to his son. Without even thinking about it, Katsuki talked about you whenever you were on TV. He didnât know why he just couldnât keep quiet about you being Hirotoâs father. So now, whenever you were on TV, Bakugou had to lie and say you were in another country fighting the bad guys, even though you were still in Tokyo, mere 4 hours away with the train. But Katsuki couldnât come back. Not after he had hurt you so much. It was his decision to raise Hiroto alone. You deserved to be successful, it had been your dream. Kids just werenât a thing you had planned for, at least not with 21.
Being caught up in his own thoughts, Bakugou didnât see you on the other side of the street. Neither did you see him. Both of you staring ahead, thinking back to three years ago, what had been and what it could have become. However, something connected you both. You never had a chance to bond with him, was it a tradition in your alpha family to bond during the wedding night, but your connection was different. Said connection was looking up and across the street.
Hiroto just looked around tiredly when he saw someone. Someone he had seen on TV multiple times. The little boy didnât know how many times he had wanted Katsuki to show him YouTube videos of you fighting.
âHAAAHHH!? DADDY!?â, a piercing cry came from the little one, shaking you and Katsuki awake. The latter immediately grabbing Hiroto, but.. it was too late.
âHIRO?!â, he yelled, though his son ran across the streets.
You, on the other hand, were so incredibly confused. There he was, standing literally on the other side and then there was a little child, running towards you and calling for you. Was this the âWhy?â you had searched for, for so long? You couldnât think about it when your legs moved on their own to get the kid out of a potential dangerous situation.
It was a blessing that the small town didnât have much traffic, hence why you could easily run towards him, scoop him up and get back to the safe sidewalks in mere seconds. You didnât want to imagine what could have happened in a busy city like Tokyo.
Then you stood there, awkwardly holding Hiroto who was crying and sobbing into your t-shirt while Katsukiâs own emotions were all over the place. The Omega had never imagined the possible chance of meeting you again. After three years, all he had built up from scratch to have a comfortable life far, far away from you, as to not disturb your career, it all broke apart.
However, Bakugou wasnât the only one hearing something shattering, your own heart dropped into your stomach. The already broken pieces shattering more when you saw the pure horror displayed on his face. This was not how you imagined meeting him again. He hated you. You were certain of that. Whatever you had done to him, he never wanted to see you again. It all was so clear to you now it almost brought you to tears then and there.
Your inner Alpha was strongly urging you to just grab him, Katsuki was your Omega, even if you never had a chance to mark him, thatâs just how it was. He was yours. ButâŚ
Slowly pushing your son away you put him into Bakugouâs arms. There were no words said, the only thing disturbing the silence was Hirotoâs sobbing. Especially when you loosened his tight grip on your t-shirt, he started squirming and screaming, trying to grab onto you more. He had seen you on TV so many times and now you were right in front of him. Yet, Hiroto had to watch when you turned around and left him behind.
You had so many questions rushing through your head, but at the same time, you couldnât bring yourself to utter them out loud. Not after seeing Bakugouâs expression. This was never supposed to happen. Even if your heart yearned for answers, especially regarding his son⌠your son?
Without thinking about it, Katsuki put Hiroto down to let him run after you once again. It was such an impulse thing to do, he truly didnât know why he had done it. Though after three years, why should he hide anymore when you had seen everything now? Also⌠after so long, he might have not been able to ignore his heartâs desire and yearning any longer.
It was so incredibly hard to ignore Hirotoâs crying and just walk away as if it had never happened, but for the sake of Katsukiâs happiness, you chose to go. However, a sudden tug made you stop. Looking down you saw ice around your ankles. It was weak and thin, easily breakable really. Hirotoâs? When you turned around, he had already clutched your leg tightly. Why?
When you looked back up, Bakugou also stood in front of you, his ruby eyes shimmering a little.
âDo you ⌠want to talk?â, he finally asked, his voice breaking at the end though as he tried his hardest not to cry. What was he doing? It wasnât like he hadnât seen you in like three weeks, it had been YEARS since he left without any other word. Why would you even want to have anything to do with him or Hiroto?
âYes!â, you said and it truly caught the Omega off-guard. After everything he put you through⌠If he was in your position he probably would have been so angry and furious, but you just seemed exhausted and tired.
But finally, you would be getting some answers.
--
All night long, you couldnât sleep. After you had calmed down Hiroto enough, Bakugou gave you a little piece of paper with his address on it. âI work until 7. So we can talk without any disturbance.â, he said when he gave you the information. It was probably for the best. You didnât want to imagine what would happen when your feelings would overcome you out in a cafĂŠ. [Your.hero.name] seen screaming in Hokkaido â you could see the news all over the internet already. So, it was probably for the best to meet him at home.
But that didnât mean you werenât nervous. How had your ex-fiancĂŠ been living his life the past three years? It was all exciting and scary at the same time to find out those things.
When you knocked on his door, your inner Alpha was impatiently pacing up and down. It was as nervous as you. But when the door opened and Katsuki stood there, you were sure for the first time in the last 12 hours, that it wasnât a dream. Walking inside was heaven and hell at the same time. Everything smelled like him. The Omegaâs scent was so familiar, but another one was mixed in â probably Hirotoâs.
âA friend of mine is looking after Hiroto tonight so he wonât be dragged into this.â, he said, nervously fumbling with his scent-blocking collar.
It was weird wearing it at home, but for you and himself, he had to wear it. His Omega had been going in circles ever since he met you again yesterday. It wanted to be taken and to be honest, Bakugou was also close to surrender to you. But it wasnât that easy. You probably had so many questions.
âOh⌠Yeah thatâs for the best. Katsuki.â, you suddenly stopped in the middle of the hallways.
âHm?â
âIâm sorry I can't wait, but you need to tell me now. Hiroto, he⌠called me Daddy and he has an ice quirk⌠so I am not wrong to assume that he is⌠our son?â
Katsuki could vividly feel your emotions, the Omega was shuddering, his throat dry and hands sweatier than usual.
âYeahâŚâ, was all he could choke out.
âOh.. my God.â, you just mumbled to yourself. Hearing it out loud was like another punch in your stomach.
âDid you⌠leave me when you were pregnant?â, was your next question, still standing in the middle of the hallway.
However, Katsuki couldnât even blame you. There were so many questions left unanswered.
âWe were too youngâŚâ, his ruby eyes were shimmering again with tears, but he tried his best to keep them at bay.
âToo young?â, you were speechless for a moment, before looking back, âWhy didnât you tell me?! Why did you just⌠leave? Why⌠did you do everything yourself?!â
Now you were finally angry. After so long, you just couldnât understand why he would leave you without saying anything. It could have all come differently if Katsuki would have just been honest!
âYou had your career?! A baby didnât just⌠fucking fit into our lifestyle! What else could I have done?!â, Bakugou yelled back. He knew it would come to this.
âSO?! You also had your career, we were both working hard to become well-known heroes so thatâs not a fucking excuse. What else?? You seriously ask me?!â, you gestured wildly.
âYou wouldnât have wanted to raise a child, it was too soon!â
âIt was NOT your right to decide that for me!â, you yelled, your voice breaking as tears welled up.
Bakugou once again being a little taken aback. His heart was racing and his tears so close to falling.
âYou could have asked me, we could have worked it out.â, the first tears successfully fought their way out as they rolled over your cheeks.
âI loved you SO MUCH. If it was possible I would have literally brought you the stars from the sky. I would have done anything. And you? You just leave. Without anything but a letter telling me you cannot marry me. Do you have the slightest idea how I felt?â, your voice was shaking and breaking here and there, but it was freeing to finally let it all out.
âI thought it was for the best. I didnât know what to do.â, Bakugouâs voice was so uncharacteristically weak and small.
âYou didnât know?? Did you never trust me, Katsuki? Was I just- such a horrible Alpha to you? Did you think Iâd force you to an abortion? Was I not good enough to be a father?!â, you asked trying so hard not to scream, but all these pent up feelings, it all just gushed out without any sort of valve to stop yourself.
âThatâs not it! I knew you wouldnât do that, I just-â
âWHAT? Please tell me why! Why?! Why was I not worthy to be your mate? Why did you refuse to tell me and just leave?! Why did you chose raising OUR baby alone, I-â
âI DONâT KNOW, OKAY?! I donât know! It was a fucking stupid decision out of nowhere!â, he finally screamed back, tears cascading down his face.
âDonât you think I have regretted it? Do you think I LIKE being a single parent?! I know I fucked up. I know I threw it all away because I panicked, okay?! I just panicked and before I knew it I was on the train.â, Katsuki sobbed, desperately wiping away his tears.
âWe were so fucking young! We had planned to marry, we were talking about saving up for the future to build a house, to have a family in like 10 years or more. But⌠But I just messed up! I forgot to take my medication before going into Heat, it was my fault I got pregnant- I⌠I couldnât bring myself to tell you. Throw everything we planned out the window because I was too fucking stupid to remember.â, his voice broke horribly, being squeaky from time to time as Bakugouâs guilt just overflowed.
The Omega was shaking and instinctively, you and your inner Alpha wanted to protect him. Hence why you wiped away your tears and took a deep breath to calm yourself.
âI know I messed up. Fuck.â, he cried and yet laughed at himself. Hands buried in his hair, Bakugou just wanted to cease to exist in that moment. He had done so many things wrong in his life. The only good thing that had ever happened was meeting you and falling in love with you and even that he destroyed.
He was gasping for air due to talking nonstop while gesturing with his hands wildly. And then, you just hugged him. Your Alpha scent surrounding him and soothing him. Your arms strong and warm, just perfect to melt into them and let everything loose. Oh, how he had missed that.
âI just⌠wish you had given me a choice. I wish you would have trusted me more. I would have done anything for you and our baby. It would have been hard, I know, but I am sure we would have been able to make it work.â, you quietly said while soothingly caressing his back and letting a quiet, calming purr erupt from your throat. A sign how close you truly were as you would never purr for anyone else than Bakugou.
âIâm sorry.â, Bakugou sobbed and clawed at your clothes, âI love you and I missed you and.. it was so hard alone, but I know I donât have any fucking right to complain about it because itâs all my fault and I hurt you so much and-â
You hugged him a little tighter.
âI regret everything, I⌠I⌠can you forgive me? Can you give me a second chance? I know I donât deserve it. I knowâŚâ
Had you ever seen him so weak before? No. And it truly tugged on your heart strings. There is nothing you wanted more. Get back together. Be happy again. But-
âKatsuki⌠have you ever thought of coming back to me? Like, if I had never shown up, if I had never found out⌠wouldnât you keep on living without me just fine? Donât you think this is your guilty conscious speaking? You donât want me. You donât need me.â
That was the last thing you said before you pulled back from him at last. Bakugou was quite speechless, just staring at you, red, swollen eyes and a tear-stained face made it hard to just go. But it was for the better. Even if he had regretted it, he was never pushed so far as to come back to you. Like that, maybe it was for the best.
Though before you could turn away, he grabbed your hand.
âKatsukiâŚâ
âI wanted⌠during the pregnancy, after Hiroto was born and every time I saw you on TV, I was so close to leaving all of this. But at that point, I was too fucking scared. I had no right to go back⌠There are so many letters Iâve written and never sent. [Your.name], I⌠I literally have a suitcase ready to go. Iâve been waiting for some sort of sign or I donât know and now? Youâre here. Right here in front of me. I know itâs foolish and Iâm stupid and have no fucking right to demand this from you, but please⌠Let me come back. Please forgive me. Please⌠be Hirotoâs father.â
He had never in his life begged. His superiority complex definitely wouldnât allow for any of that, but right now was different. He realized the hurt he had caused. How wrong he was. Bakugou had regretted running away in the first week of living in Hokkaido. He always told himself it was âthe right thingâ. So maybe it was pathetic that he came crawling back, but if there was a slight chance you would take him back, he just had to take it.
You just sighed. Your heart was confused. While your heart screamed yes over and over again, your brain was telling you no. What if it was just a spur of the moment thing? What if he would leave you again when things would get tough?
But then, you looked down and onto his hand. The gold engagement ring you had gotten him around four years ago was still on his ring finger.
âYou still⌠wear it?â, you asked as you reached for the hand that gripped your wrist tightly. His hands were shaking still â you have never seen him like that.
âItâs the only thing that kept me connected to youâŚâ
âKatsukiâŚâ
Reaching out, you cupped his face with your big hand, the Omega instinctively leaning against it. It was okay. Even if you were to get hurt again. Even if you forgave too quickly. Everything was okay now as you leaned in to connect your lips.
Holding onto you immediately, Bakugouâs fingers clawed at your t-shirt not wanting to let go ever again. Your lips melting together, emotions overwhelming you both as you pressed him into the wall. One hand reaching up to his collar. It took mere seconds for it to snap open. Then it fell to the floor, unleashing all of Bakugouâs Omega scent.
It being overwhelming was quite the understatement. Your knees were weak and legs shaking. You couldnât resist the urge to bury your face in the crook of his neck.
âOh my GodâŚâ, you moaned as you slowly slid down onto the ground with him, Katsuki just whimpering as he hugged your body as close as possible.
He would never let go again â never!
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With your teeth gracing along his neck, your sweaty bodies collided over and over again. Bakugou only able to sob as he held on to your hands tightly, nails digging into your skin and almost drawing blood.
You were hovering above him, hearing his cries and sobs. The sweet scent from his neck being so irresistible. You just wanted to bite. Mark him. It had been a tradition in your household to do so on your wedding night, butâŚ
âDo itâŚâ, you suddenly heard.
Bakugou could barely choke it out, ruby eyes filled with tears of pleasure as he whispered one more time, âDo it⌠Itâs overdueâŚâ
And then, without thinking twice about it anymore, you grabbed him tightly while your teeth sank into his skin.
A marvelous burning pain rushing through his body almost made Katsuki pass out. The sweet torture of being bonded to his mate was almost too much. That was all he had longed for, for so long. He didnât know why you would take such a coward like him back, but he was so grateful and plain⌠happy.
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Once you opened your eyes the next morning, it all felt like a dream. Especially when you reached to your side and it was empty.
Sitting up abruptly, you looked around â definitely not your room. So what happened last night was not a dream. HoweverâŚ
Without putting anything on, your heart was beating so fast when you rushed outside the bedroom door. Flashbacks to three years ago were haunting your mind.
âKatsuki?â, you tore open the next door, prepared to just see another letter on one of the tables.
Though it, thankfully, wasnât the case. There he was, standing in the kitchen, your flannel from yesterday the only thing covering his body while he was talking to someone on the phone. Unintentionally, tears had formed in your eyes, but now, you just sighed shakily and wiped over your eyes quickly.
Bakugou, who had turned around once he heard you calling for him, certainly had his heart sinking in the pit of his stomach.
That was his fault.
âOkay⌠okay, thank you.â, then he ended the call and turned to you, âSorry, it was about Hiro. Akitoshi will bring him over before lunch.â
âAh? Mh, okay.â
âHeyâŚâ, putting his phone onto the table, he walked towards you. The Omegaâs strong arms wrapped around your waist as he cuddled against your chest.
âI am not running away again. I promise.â, Katsuki barely whispered.
Hugging him tightly with your hand buried in his hair, you just quietly sighed and then kissed his forehead before leaning your head against his.
âI know. I just need some time.â, you also said quietly and Bakugou understood.
Hence why he reached out to cup your face, smiling softly.
âI love you.â
A small smile also flitted across your lips. Your hands cupping his own as you leaned down to kiss him.
âI love you, too.â
Walking back into the bedroom, Bakugou soon lost the flannel again as he slipped into bed, snuggling against you; legs tangled and naked bodies melting together. Unintentionally your hand had slipped down to his belly. Thatâs when you felt uneven skin and a scar underneath your fingertips. Yesterday, you were caught up in all your pent up emotions too much, so you didnât notice.
It was his C-Section scar.
âKatsuki?â
âHm?â
âTell me about Hiroto.â
Subconsciously, his lips curved into a smile. That you wanted to know more about your son melted his heart but also made him feel more guilty. If only he could turn back time.
âYeah.â, and then, he started talking and you just listened to the soothing voice of your Omega.
There were three years to catch up on, but due to Katsuki telling your son about you all the time, at least it was easier for Hiroto. With how he was clinging to you yesterday, it was obvious he loved you even though he had never met you in person. And you wanted to be there for him at last. You had only met him yesterday for a brief moment but your heart was already filled with so much love that you wanted to give to him.
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Angst, fluff Pairing: Severus Snape and Student!Reader (platonic) Warning: talk of self-harm, mentions of character's death Word Count: 2348 A/N: This is a little piece I wrote a while ago but didn't know if I should post or not. After re-doing certain bits, I decided to upload it. Hope it's not too difficult to read. As always, the ending is a little abrupt and not too detailed, leaving it sort of up to y'all as well :) Sorry if there are any typos (I only ever get the time to write when it's quite late nowadays)
Yet another day at Hogwarts - waking up at 6:30 am, showering, getting dressed in your robes, and heading to breakfast. Wishing everyone you passed a good morning, wearing your signature smile as you did.
You were a 7th year, one of the few returning ones after last year's incident with Cedric Diggory. He'd been your best friend, or at least that's what people thought. Cedric Diggory and you had been dating for the last 7 months before his death. You didn't want anyone knowing because being star students meant eyes prying into every aspect of your relationship.
People praised you, a model student and now, prefect, who set an example. An example of how to be strong and cope no matter what life threw at you. Little did they know, you harboured a little secret. A dark, horrifying, and disturbing secret that would never let anyone look at you the same way if they ever found out.
Your first class for the day was Potions. You were a brilliant student, especially at Potions, yet Snape still had something against you. You didn't take it personally, though; he wasn't really fond of anyone. You walked into class, taking your regular seat at the front. Snape walked into class a little while later, slamming the door behind him, commanding everyone's attention.
"Turn to page 420," he drawled. You opened the book to find the recipe for Amortentia. Your heart felt a tug at the name of the love potion, never having been able to find out the answers with Cedric.
Snape's deep voice brought your focus back to class as he said, "Since it takes a week to brew, I've already completed most of the process. All you need to do is the last day's work," making the class sigh with relief. "However," he continued, "The last day of brewing is crucial and not easy. So, I expect your attention to be fully on the task at hand."
You began brewing the potion, following the steps perfectly. Snape sat down to grade papers as the class worked. He looked at you and said, "Ms. [L/N], roll up your sleeves while you work. I'd hate for there to be mishaps in my class because of one student's carelessness."
You hesitated, but then did as asked. You weren't the best at wandless magic but had made sure to perfect this spell solely for such instances. As you rolled your sleeves, you subtly waved your hand over your forearms, mumbling, "Illusiont," and casting the disillusionment charm.
You saw Snape narrow his eyes at you and panicked for a second before you saw him shake his head and return to grading. Breathing a sigh of relief, you returned to the task at hand and continued brewing.
After a while, you'd finished, and were the first one to have done so. Snape walked over to your desk and took a whiff of the potion, raising an eyebrow before giving you a single nod of approval, letting you know that it was perfect. Once everyone was done, he walked around, starting at the back, and asked everyone to announce what they smelled. You hadn't smelled your Amortentia yet and hadn't planned on doing so either, feeling quite relieved when Snape hadn't asked that question earlier.
Your heart rate quickened as you began to worry about how your body and mind would react to smelling it. You couldn't do it last year, since the Triwizard tournament had led to a bunch of classes being cancelled. As you thought about how excited you had been at the prospect of sharing the experience with Cedric, Snape's voice pulled you back to your potions class.
"Ms. [L/N]."
"Yes, sir?"
He rolled his eyes in annoyance. "What. Do. You. Smell," he spoke, irritation evident in every word.
You swallowed hard as you leaned forward to inhale the scent. Your pupils dilated, your heartbeat quickened and your knees threatened to give out at the all-too-familiar fragrance. Your throat went dry as you stopped the tears from forming.
"Well? We haven't got all day, class is to be dismissed soon." He raised an eyebrow at you, asking you to hurry up since you were the last one.
With every ounce of energy, you calmed yourself and stopped your voice from wavering. "Old books, butterscotch and... vanilla," you sighed. Your breathing was erratic and you knew you needed to get out of class and get to the abandoned girls' washroom.
As if on cue, the bell rang, dismissing the class. Snape gave you an odd look and was about to ask you what was wrong but you had already gathered your belongings and were marching out the door. He decided to follow you since he'd never seen you act like that before and was wondering what had happened to you all of a sudden.
You made your way up the stairs, hurrying before you had a breakdown in the middle of the hallway. As you reached the washroom, you started rummaging through your bag since the hallway was empty. You took the small blade that you carried around out, pushing the door to the bathroom open.
Snape's POV
I followed her out of the classroom. Though not my favourite, [Y/N] was an incredible witch and this wasn't normal behaviour for her. She'd marched out before I had even dismissed class which concerned me even more, given her usually 'perfect' behaviour. She paced through the hallways and up the stairs so fast that I could've sworn she was moving around faster than I did on a normal basis. There was an urgency in her stride and I don't know why, but it concerned me.
She finally turned into the hallway leading to the girls' washroom on the third floor, which was odd. No one used this, as far as I was aware. I was a little embarrassed, considering I'd just followed a young girl to a washroom. In an isolated area, at that. I swear I never would've imagined myself going even further and following her in, but what I'd seen had shocked and concerned me enough to do just that.
End of Snape's POV
As you entered the bathroom, you had missed Snape, whose eyes were wide with shock. He couldn't believe what he'd seen. [Y/N] [L/N], the golden girl of Hogwarts, had just walked into an abandoned washroom after pulling out a blade from her bag. Not wanting to jump to any conclusions, he rushed in, wanting to confirm what his eyes had just seen.
As you were about to enter a stall, the door to the bathroom, swung open, making you jump. You hid the blade by making a fist, unintentionally cutting into your palm. You winced at the unexpected pain but didn't let it show.
You turned to face Professor Snape, and he was eyeing your hand. 'There's no way he saw it, is there?' you thought.
"Ms. [L/N], care to show me your hands?"
You panicked. He knew. You tried to divert his attention. "Sir, this is the girls' washroom."
"I'm aware," he stated. "Now... Hands," he said as he glared at you, letting you know that he wouldn't fall for any attempts to change the subject.
You sighed and opened your hands, and saw his gaze soften. He walked to you taking your hand in his as he gently pulled the razor out. You winced as it came out, knowing this would impair you for the rest of your classes.
"What were you thinking?!" He scolded, startling you. He reached for your arm, rolling up your sleeves once again and muttered, "Finite."
The scars on your arms started showing up and you couldn't do anything but look away, your eyes resting anywhere but his gaze.
"So that was the Disillusionment Charm I heard you use, earlier."
You stayed silent, still refusing to meet his eyes. Of all the professors, it had to be him. Sure, he wasn't fond of you, but you had immense respect for the man, and to let him see you in this light... it took every bit of you to not lose your composure.
"Look at me," he said.
You turned to face him. His usually cold eyes showed too much concern and the uncharacteristic response from the potions master was proving to be a lot to handle. Tears stung your eyes as he stared at you.
"Why?" He asked, his voice so genuine that you couldn't help but let your emotions spill, creating a mess that you couldn't be bothered to care about anymore.
"I can't do this anymore," you sniffled. "I don't want to. He was everything to me and it just hurts so much."
"Who?"
"Cedric."
"Ah, yes. I'm aware you and Mr. Diggory were best friends. I'm sorry, [Y/N]."
"No," you said, finally being able to talk to someone about it. "He was my boyfriend. And... I never got to tell him I loved him... because I wasn't sure. Today just made it worse when I smelled him in my Amortentia. It confirmed that I did and I never got to say it." You were sobbing now, not caring what you looked like, what a mess you probably were, or what Snape was thinking of you and your confession.
You felt him awkwardly wrap his arms around you as he pulled your head to his chest. Your cries got louder and your wails of agony echoed in the empty washroom as your hands clutched the fabric of his robes. The feeling of someone comforting you was overwhelming. You'd always had to keep up this image of a perfect student, reliable friend, someone who could never have such horrifying tendencies.
Even then, as you cried out loud, your instinct made you bury your face in his chest, muffling the 'ugly' sobs. Snape's heart broke as your thoughts flooded his mind. As you struggled to breathe, he turned your head slightly, making you audible again. He didn't hush you; just stroked your hair as your tears soaked his robes.
It took a while, but you finally calmed down, your sobs reducing to soft whimpers before they died out entirely. Your throat was sore, and lips, chapped from all the crying. Your eyes were red and puffy, and the reality of the situation finally came crashing down on you.
Your secret was out. More than one, at that. One of the professors knew, and the strictest one too. You had just spent Merlin knows how long crying into his chest, which was now soaked with your tears.
"I'm sorry," you mumbled, your voice, hoarse. "Your robes are all wet now," you said, trying to move away.
"That's the least of my worries right now," he said, keeping your head in place as he continued, "I understand what you're going through. Better than you'd know." It sounded like it was painful for him to talk about it, the tone of his voice giving the vulnerability away. "But this is not the way to deal with it," he said as rubbed your back.
"Does it go away?"
"I'll be honest," he sighed. "It does get lesser with time if you allow yourself to heal. However, it never goes away entirely. A part of you will always love and miss him. I'm sorry," he said.
"No, I'm glad. I don't want to forget him. Or my love for him. Cedric Diggory was and will always be - my first love."
You finally pulled away from his chest and looked him in the eyes as he gave you a gentle smile. You managed to muster a somber one and sighed.
"Do any of your friends know?"
"Merlin, no!"
"Why not? They're your friends. They could-"
"I can't have this getting out. Everyone will-"
"Who cares what people think?" He raised his voice. It was silent for a while before he sighed and spoke again.
"[Y/N], I want you to promise me something."
You knew what was coming. You gulped and nodded softly.
"I want you to promise me that you'll stop this. Cedric wouldn't want this for you."
"I know, and I've tried before. It's not that simple-"
"I know," he said, cutting you off. "Which is why, the next time you get the urge to do this, you'll come to me. No matter what the situation might be."
You were surprised at his words. It was incredibly nice of him to offer this to you, and you nodded, accepting his generosity.
"Also," he continued, "Please stop going to such great lengths to please others and worrying about what others think. It's not healthy."
"But-"
"But nothing. Your health is suffering and you can't even bring yourself to tell anyone because you're so busy keeping up this little charade of 'everything is fine'."
You stayed silent. There was truth in his words and you couldn't refute his accusations. You just looked up at him, once again, finding the uncharacteristic concerned look meeting your gaze. Nodding softly, you agreed. How could you not when someone had shown you such consideration and compassion?
A small smile graced his usually stoic face as he helped you up, and you both made your way out of the bathroom. He escorted you back to your dormitories, ensuring you were alright before the two of you parted ways.
The rest of the school year passed and Snape stayed true to his word, and you to yours. Every time you felt the urge to hurt yourself to relieve the pain, you'd find Snape. He was patient and helped you every step of the way. Slowly, but surely, you were able to overcome your urges and also found yourself living for yourself, rather than up to others' expectations.
By the time you graduated, you had overcome the habit and thanked Snape in your graduation speech, never giving away the details as to why. A lot of people had assumed there was something between the two of you, especially since you went to meet him all through the school year, but you didn't let it bother you, because... Who cares what people think, right?
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P.S. - Sorry I've been a little slow with the writing. My college assignments have started rolling in and I'm currently swamped. Also, I'm working on a little something (announcing it in 2-3 days so make sure to check in lol). Rest assured, I'm slowly and steadily making my way through requests. Thank you for understanding <3
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Could we have more overprotective dad Macaque from Winter Cursed au? Perhaps with 7 and 14?
You asked for Overprotective Dad Macaque, but you also get Incredibly Worried Son MK to go with that! @winterpower98 fuels my DadMac fills so much. (There are some callback references to older fills for this au but none need to be read to understand this)
Stop acting like a child!/Am I scaring you?
They sat in silence for longer than they had since returning from their little adventure. The one Macaque had started in the first place. It almost felt like they were back there again, close to the end, after the truth came out and they sat with Sun Wukong around a fire as they rested for the end to it all.
Except they weren't there again. They were on the sand covered shores of Mount Huaguo, a few small monkeys surrounding them now that the air between them had calmed.
MK had been playing with some of baby monkeys on the island while the Monkey King was off doing... well, something with the rest of the older monkeys. He wasn't entirely sure what it was, maybe he was just taking stock of their health, but the younger ones were getting bored once Wukong had finished apparently and MK arrived just in time to help by keeping them distracted since Macaque had no patience for that himself and had wandered off long ago.
And keep them distracted he did! He did such a good job that he had kept himself distracted and hadn't noticed they made it to a portion of the beach shore that had sharp rocks.
Until he ended up falling and nearly got a face full of sharp rock (and as tough as he was that still would have hurt), only to be saved by the firm grip of Macaque grabbing his jacket and yanking him back to his feet.
MK barely managed out a thank you before Macaque laid into him. He'd never seen the immortal monkey quite like... this before. And he'd seen just as many sides of this man as a set of dice. It was less like he had seen MK nearly trip and fall and more like he had saved him from being maimed by the latest demon of the week because he wasn't taking the fight seriously. He was angry, but under that anger was a clear current of worry and... fear. And he looked tired, so tired.
It wasn't until he had tried to ask him what was wrong and Macaque yelled "Stop acting like a child!" at him, scaring away the monkeys that were on his shoulders the whole time, that the immortal seemed to realize what he had been doing. His eyes widened, and he covered his face with a groan (MK noticed his hands were shaking then) and... apologized.
That wasn't anything MK expected to hear from him. And it was worrying.
Eventually MK managed to coax Macaque into sitting down on ground, the elder almost stumbling a bit in the process, before he removed his headband and let his messed up hair down. He sat in front of him, his intentions clear and picked up immediately as Macaque groomed through his hair with a half growl in his throat.
Something was... well, he didn't want to say "wrong". But that's what it felt like. This felt wrong. It didn't take a genius to tell Macaque had been acting odd the last few weeks. The immortal monkey looked tired all the time, as if he never slept... to be frank, MK was starting to believe the only times he did sleep were when he has been caught by Mei dozing off before she arrived for training with his caffeine fix.
But that wasn't the only thing.
"Am I scaring you?" MK asked after a while, kicking at the sand they rested on. "Is Mei scaring you?"
Had it been a few months back Macaque would have said no, MK was certain of that. There nothing the young man could have done that would cause him to worry at the time. He could have jumped from the tip top of any of the many volcanoes surrounding them and Macaque would have watched him do so with maniacal glee. But now...
"Do you want me to be honest?" Macaque asked, his tone closed off and hard to determine now. The only thing that gave away how he felt was fingers working through his hair more smoothly as his tail thumped against the sand beside them.
It started out small. When they first came back Macaque would generally not be too phased by the day to day life of Monkie Kid and Company, only noting and helping treat and injuries MK got during battles or training.
But then he would take a longer and closer look at MK every time they met up, then Mei after he took her under his wing for "absolutely not training". Then came the day he was treating an injury on his back and saw his scar. The one on the back of his head that was hidden under his hair (he felt Macaque pause for a second when his fingers brush against it, immediately moving to the other side of his head).
He couldn't have been sure whether or not that was when Macaque had stopped sleeping or if it was even related, but that's when he started to notice it. The bags under his eyes, the way his gaze would loose focus as he would lose himself in thought... and then much later the way he seemed to jump at things that weren't there. MK had his share of sleep deprivation in the past and if Macaque was as bad as he thought the monkey was... he was almost certainly experiencing hallucinations.
"I do," MK said firmly, wrapping his arms around his knees as he watched a pair of baby monkeys tussle in front of them. He leaned back a bit with a wince when Macaque caught a particularly bad knot in his hair. That must have come from the grip one of the baby monkeys had on him. "After everything we've been through? I'd prefer honesty." There was a flinch from Macaque behind him, judging by the thump of his tail and the way his knees hit MK's back it must have been a full body flinch. MK immediately felt bad. "Sorry... that was a bit of a low blow."
"Not unwarranted," Macaque sighed out, wrapping MK's headband around his forehead and tying it back up with more care than he treated the knot in his hair. He went silent, rubbing his eyes and looking for all the world an absolute wreck. He needed to sleep, clearly, but was fighting it off even now. "...Kid it's... complicated."
"Everything about our lives is complicated," MK replied, turning in time to see one of the monkeys he had carried to the beach jump into Macaque's lap for a grooming session of their own. He couldn't help but smile as he complied, grumpy expression set on his face as he went through the motions. "You don't have to tell me everything, not even eventually. Even I have things I don't tell anyone else."
Macaque looked up at that for only a moment, but his ears raised in indication that MK had his full attention. "I don't doubt that for a second, somehow."
"Just... is it something I did?"
"No," Macaque said quickly, shaking his head and scowling deeply. "No, Kid, I swear it's not anything you did. Or are doing. It's all on me."
"So Mei and I aren't scaring you, but you're scared for us," MK guessed, watching Macaque's face twisted in surprise and frustration. "Am I right?"
"Sometimes I forget how smart you are..." Macaque muttered, and MK clearly wasn't supposed to hear that. He pretended he didn't.
"I can promise to be more careful if you promise to try to sleep tonight," MK offered without missing a beat. "You don't have to worry about me so much if I'm more careful, but I'm worried about you too. You look..."
"Half dead, yeah, Peaches has made that very clear," Macaque said with a chuckle. But he nodded, tossing the baby monkey in his lap up to a nearby tree branch they caught with ease and watched them scurry up and up until they found one to settle down on. "I can't promise I will... but I can promise I can try."
"Trying is great."
Macaque didn't even get the change to "try" to sleep, as he moved to the base of said nearby tree and asked MK about his last few days. He didn't make it 5 minutes before dozing off, but MK didn't stop talking.
He wasn't sure if Macaque had passed out from exhaustion or if hearing the mundane actions of daily life with no demons around assured Macaque he had been alright and would be alright for a while. Overprotective Papa Monkey not needed for now. But just in case it was the later he went on and on, monkeys eventually surrounding them to listen as well.
If Macaque looked more relaxed than MK had seen him in a long while, and if he seemed to smile a bit in his sleep when MK accidentally called him "Pop" again... that was their secret for the day.
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đŠMy experiences with each Moon signđŠ
(Cause yall are messy)
I have done this a few times before but for Sun signs and did rank placements but never shared my thoughts and experiences with the Moon signs.
Now I know how this goes, so if you get mad or sad then go off I guess. Aint the first time I get cursed out or attacked in this bitch. Plus, I am a Cap moon so naturally I wonât do well with some Moons and I will be nitpicking everything about everyone.
đŠAries MoonđŠ
My dadâs moon. Yup, that tells you alot without me even starting. Having our Moons in Square shit was hard to say the least. It took a long time for us to be on middle grounds and because I donât feel comfortable talking about my problems here I will continue on. The Aries Moon that I really like and can think of is Rihanna, so I would say itâs unfair to make a whole judgment but from what I saw and heard theyâre not exactly the best to be around. So I give them a 3/10 for being bold and having nerve.
đŠTaurus MoonđŠ
Now this Moon right here I know people from ( a close friend and my sister, plus some others) and I donât have many strong opinions about it. As a Taurus Sun, it can be a challenge to work with a Taurus Moon. I am stubborn at my core and theyâre stubborn with their heart, so everytime we disagree itâs like a rope pulling contest. Way too stagnant for me but I think thatâs because of my other placements and they donât take any advice or open up no matter what. On to the good, I never disliked someone with this placement. No matter how much of an asshole they can be, to me it is difficult to hate them or stay mad at them. Theyâre warm, kind, and sweet but a bit aloof and naive, also they donât like to touch and hug as some people might think. I will give them a 8/10
đŠGemini MoonđŠ
(â ď¸TWâ ď¸ mention of rape and erratic behavior)
I only had one best friend with this placement and I donât I want to meet any more, and I am at peace with that if they resemble her in any way. She was a maniac. She loved to lie, create drama, blow shit up, act crazy and basically be shocking. I do find similarities with Gemini Sun where they do shit for reactions but with her, she will take it to the next level. Lie about being raped, act possessed, or pretend that she is being followed. Itâs not fair to associate her with people who share the same Moon as her but that was yâallâs representation in my life. She was erratic so itâs difficult to see where her Moon was in effect and where she was just off. Iâll give them a 1/10, would not recommend until proven otherwise.
đŠCancer MoonđŠ
The first that comes to my mind is Taylor Swift and to me she is the ultimate Cancer Moon. It juat makes sense how fast she takes it to the next level with people. Whether getting serious quickly with someone or throwing down and feuding. She just always at a 100. Personally, I never got close with someone who has this placement, maybe itâs because I am a Capricorn Moon myself, but I would say the ones that I have met were nice. Iâll give them a 5/10
đŠLeo MoonđŠ
I only had one best friend with this placement but the people I have met with this Moon I still remember. They all had one thing in common and that was being emotionally traumatized and have lost one parent. My best friend was super loyal, very confident in what they believed in and represented, were always there for me and had an amazing ability in motivating others. But they were also super prideful and thereâs no coming back with them. Fight once and itâs over. (Yes I am looking at you Jonnie). One of the other people was with me in uni and always had the to urge won up me and my friend. He had scars all over and he doesnât remember how he got them. But he was super proud of himself and his home country, which I respect and admire. Iâll give them a 6/10
đŠVirgo MoonđŠ
I know two people with this placement, my mom and a professor at uni, and oh boy it makes sense that theyâre a Virgo Moon. Me and my mom are too alike that we clash strongly at times. She thinks she can do it better and I think I can do it better and we just have like a competition on who done it better basically. From cooking, to how you light the stove, to how you put on clothes, to how you lay down on bed. Both my mom and my professor are super critical and precise, althogh my professor is a double Virgo (Sun and Moon) so she will go even further. They have to do everything as it arises and act like thereâs no time and everything is about to go wrong. Like damn sis chill the fuck out for a sec and this is coming from a Cap moon so you know itâs bad. But I really like Virgo Moon, even though people might hate such a personality but I can relate to them in some ways. Iâll give them 7/10
đŠLibra MoonđŠ
My only online friend that I talk to all the time got this Moon. Other than her I met only two people and they were something. Okay so for my friend, because I never actually have seen her physically with my own eyes I canât say how she acts all the time, but she is one of the best listeners I had in my life. She likes to hear me ramble for an hour about a dumb encounter that lasted a second, talking about astrology and some nerdy things and then not so nerdy things. I believe that itâs a Libra Moon quality to be emotionally versatile and attentive. I think because she is a Leo dominant she acts much fiery and fiercely than a Libra would. As for the other people I just thought they were fake. One acted as a friend but then would just disappear so I was over it quickly and the other was super passive and pretentious that I think she shits out plastic. All in all I think itâs a great Moon. Iâll give them a 7/10
đŠScorpio MoonđŠ
One of the hardest Moons I ever delt with but I find that I love them too. My oldest sister had this Moon and she is such a mystery. Because I am a Taurus Sun, it is only natural for me to have a hard time with a Scorpio Moon. Even though she is an extrovert, she rarely talks about herself and her feelings, you will never catch her slipping or show vulnerability. I can see how difficult it may be for her being a Cancer with a Scorpio Moon and have Gemini dominance. But sheâs a bitch at heart and I am cool with it. Iâll give them 5/10 cause I am not a big fan of paradoxical people
đŠSagittarius MoonđŠ
A moon that I always babysat. I had two best friends with this Moon and if I was born a second earlier, it would mine too. I donât know if itâs because of my Gemini Venus or my 0 degree Capricorn Moon but I love Sagittarius Moons. I was fortunate to see some of their weaknesses and for them to trust me enough to be vulnerable. But boy do they get themselves into the dumbest situation because they wanted to see what would happen. I had to babysit them and help them do everything like shopping, cooking, cleaning, assembling furniture, be their body guard when buying weed. (Shhhh itâs a secret). Theyâre in many ways immature cause they run from things and everytime you try to be real with them, they say âstop being negativeâ. Iâll give them a 9/10
đŠCapricorn MoonđŠ
The grande dame of the Moon signs, sitting at itâs opposite planet. I have met many Cap Moons and honestly we are bitches đ. The energy of sitting next to a Capricorn Moon is too fucking much like I never knew itâs like that. I noticed the way they stare, talk, walk and sit can be so aggressive and intimidating. I see why people might label us as bullies, cause the energy is definitely there and I myself was such a cunt (still a little but I am more aware of myself now) that I get where both are coming from. Life as a Capricorn Moon is emotionally flat. If wasnât for my other placements you will never see me even flinch. I think we just take everything and let it process in our head before we let it into our hearts. So to me, weâre not mean, we just donât see how something might be hurtful. But also that tone and that blank face, goddam! Thatâs why I try to smile cause bitch no, I didnât know I was walking with a death stare this whole time. Anyways, I will give us 10/10 cause I am self appreciative like that đâď¸
đŠAquarius MoonđŠ
I have always tried to understand Aquarius Moon and it was only a month ago that I have realized they themselves are not sure of who theyâre. I had one best friend with this placement and three cousins (all siblings). First, my cousins are super competitive with each other on who gets to do what and if it happens that theyâre similar in something they will get pissed. The person that was my best friend was like that as well. Only he would drop a an entire hobby, interest, something close to his heart, shit even a personality trait. I find them to be constantly changing and trying, so they shift between one end of extreme to the other until they center themselves. Iâll give them a 4/10
đŠPisces MoonđŠ
Now letâs talk about a depressing placement, in my opinion of course đ
. I donât know if itâs the influence of Neptune on the Moon or is it the just the demeanor of Pisces, but good god girl get a grip (they call this the five Gâs). My youngest sister is a Pisces Moon, and as creative as she is, she is pessimistic and overly cynical. I mean I am all for being critical and real but looking at everything with jacked up black sprayed glasses is just too much for me. Other than my sister I donât know any Pisces Moon very well but I had a few acquaintances. I noticed that they talked about a specific thing and thatâs it. I have found them to be amazing at drawing, painting and have an incredible artistic sense. At times twisted and dark, but I love the art that comes with it. Iâll give them a 5/10
Hereâs the tea. Itâs Pisces season so remember I am sensitive right now, and also itâs my life and I wish I met someone as amazing as you might think youâre. (Maybe that was a little too aggressive)
Okay love you â¤ď¸
#zodiac rant#zodiacrant#zodiac#taurus#signs#zodiac signs#astrology#astro#moon#moon signs#moon sign#aries moon#taurus moon#gemini moon#cancer moon#leo moon#virgo moon#libra moon#scorpio moon#sagittarius moon#capricorn moon#aquarius moon#pisces moon
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Fall in Love With Me.
act one. part one.
starchaser (semi)enemies to lovers fic :]
Regulus needs to speak to his brother, but his protective best friend is in the way. James can't help but to find Regulus rather endearing in his attempts.
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Lily Evans is a beautiful woman, an elegant red head who knows what she wants in life and takes it; unfortunately, thatâs not James Potter. No matter how hard he tries, she just wonât go for him, not even on a first date despite many pleas. James, ever the optimist, looks on the bright side.
âAt least she doesnât hate me anymore, right, thatâs good. And friendship can lead to romance, right?â
âOh Jamsie, you sweet stupid boy, itâs about time we tell you about this,â pause for effect, âshe doesnât like you, mate, itâs okay, you can cry on my shoulder, bring it in.â
James dramatically rolls onto his back on his four-poster bed, groaning, âSirius, have I ever told you that youâre horrible.â
Ever so graceful, Sirius exhales a cloud of smoke and starts coughing unattractively. Remus smiles and shakes his head while grabbing the cigarette from Siriusâ writhing form.
âSurprisingly, he has a point, youâve spent your whole time at school trying to get her and she hasnât budged.â
James stares at Remus and back to Sirius whoâs drinking water as if his life depends on it, and then he directs his attention to the fourth body in the room. Peter just nods wearily in agreement with Remus.
âWormtail, I cannot believe you arenât taking my side... This is truly eye opening for me,â
Under his breath, Remus mutters, âFinally.â
âI now realize,â James continues, raising his voice pointedly at Remus, âI must try even harder to get Lily to fall in love with me!â
He sits up and scrambles around his area for paper, a quill and ink. Of course, this will be used to plan his newest âLily please love meâ scheme.
âI must admit that your determination is admirable, Prongs.â Sirius says with his signature bark of a laugh.
Remus takes in a breath of tar, shaking his head while Peter giggles.
âWhatâs the nearest holiday?â he asked staring down at the parchment he found, and just as Wormtail begins to open his mouth, James cuts him off, turning back to his friends, âmy lovely marauders, valentine's day is coming up, and I am going to make the most of our last valentines at Hogwarts!â
Jamesâ borderline insane smile is met with radio silence.
âThoughts?â he pushes.
âMate, thereâs about a month until valentine's day...â Peter points out.
James groans, âis there really no confidence for me?â
âProngs, we support you completely and we always do, however ,â Sirius sing-songs, âconfidence is not a marauders guarantee.â
âSays you, thereâs no situation you enter without unearned confidence, Pads.â Remus teases, earning a pout and a sad puppy-dog face from Sirius.
âJames, donât you have practice with McKinnon about now?â Peter interrupts.
James practically hops out of bed, âfuck, McKinnonâs gonna have my head!â
James finds a lot of comfort on days like these, joking around with his friends with no homework on the weekend, even if theyâre just bullying him.
âYouâre the captain, just threaten to kick her off if she talks back.â Sirius jokes earning a sock to the face from James and heâs out of the room.
As James travels down the courtyard hallway, he sees a fuming figure pacing back and forth and he can basically hear the speech that awaits him.
â James Fleamont Potter, you told me to meet you for practice on Sunday at 5:30pm, but itâs currently 7 fucking pm. If youâre always going to be late, fucking schedule for later so Iâm not waiting in the freezing January cold, you prat! â yells imaginary McKinnon.
A shiver runs down his spine and he slows his pace, considering just turning around and hiding in his dorm room until she calms down.
âI need to speak to Sirius.â an icy voice speaks softly.
Incredibly confused, when James turns his head, heâs met with cold grey eyes.
âHuh?â James says stupidly.
Never in Jamesâ existence at Hogwarts has Regulus willingly spoken to him, actually, Regulus has never spoken to him at all. Once a young and naive James Potter tried to befriend him, hoping that he would be like his brother and that they would join hands and ride off into the sunset as best friends and the fifth marauder. No. Regulus stared at him as though he was the scum of the earth and quickly walked off. It left a huge dent in his tiny child pride and the teasing he endured that week was no help. Even so, Jamesâ pride recovered, and he instead used his energy into keeping Regulus away from Sirius, but there was never much of a need for that.
âI need to speak to Sirius.â he repeated without falter.
âUm, why?â
âItâs none of your concern, where is he?â the younger boy demanded as if it was his birthright.
James wasnât going to take it, why should he give into Regulusâ nasty attitude? For all he knows this is some sort of sick trick from his family to hurt Sirius and he would never forgive himself for being the idiot who just let it happen.
Straightening his back, he replied with a firm, âItâs none of your concern.â
Now, it was Regulus' turn to look confused, though itâs only a split second, but James caught it and relished in his break of character.
âIf anything, the location of my own brother is more of my concern than it is yours, Potter.â he sneers.
âI donât care, not unless I hear a good reason for why you should speak to him, so unless youâre ready to fess up, I have an angry friend to attend to.â and without a second look, James walks up to an even angrier Marlene and accepts his fate.
#marauders#james potter#regulus black#jegulus#sirius orion black#harry potter#marauders era#the maraunders map#james and regulus#remus lupin#starchaser#wolfstar#angst#fanfic#hurt/comfort#slow burn#playing hard to get#kinda#pining#mutual pining#requited love#eventual smut#friends to lovers#for wolfstar#theyâre a minor ship#angst with a happy ending#alternate universe#canon divergence#voldy loses#tags may change
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the glow up | pjm, kth (1)
pairing: jimin x reader, taehyung x reader ft. a splash of jungkook
summary: after going off to college, you & your best friend committed to working out. a year later, the results show, and you cant wait for your hot hometown friends to see you. now all you wanna do is wild out and have lots of sex, and enjoy it without feeling insecure
genre:Â smut, angst drama childhoodfriends!au weightloss!au (is that a thing) friends-to-lovers!au
word count: 3.5k
warnings: body image issues, car sex, road...riding(?), exhibitionist themes, groping, toxic behavior, lots of making out, dirty talk, boys being problematic, weight loss, slut-shaming, unprotected sex (disclaimer: everyoneâs body is beautiful. there is no ideal weight or body type! youâre beautiful)Â
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The sun rays filtered through your blinds, and as you felt the piercing heat on your skin you smiled. Summer was finally here. You had come back from college just a few days ago, and had yet to catch up with your old friends.
You were really excited this time. The past year, you and Jimin had made a pact to hold each other accountable and go to the gym. You were proud of your hard work, and the results showed.
You had always been the chubbier friend. Not to the point where anyone really noticed, but you did. Jimin would relate to you back in the day, as you both would get teased by his friends for his cheeks. Today was Jiminâs pool party, and you were expecting to make a grand entrance to show off your new body. Adrenaline rushed through your veins. Everyone would be unable to take their eyes off of you.
Taehyung had graciously offered to pick you up since he would be in the area to pick up the alcohol anyways. You saw from your window as his white convertible entered the parking lot. You looked at yourself in the mirror one last time, an oversized T covering the skin tight bikini underneath.
As Taehyung saw you emerge from the building, he pulled his arm back, gesturing you to sit next to him and smiled. He was always really sweet to you. You had known him just as long as Jimin even though you werenât as close.
âMorning princess. Itâs been a whileâ
You blushed and rolled your eyes. You made a point to show off your tones legs as you got into his car. You didnât miss the way his eyes scanned your figure as the wind teased your curves under the baggy fabric.
âHey Tae, damn it really has. I havenât seen you since last year!â You twirled your finger in your hair absentmindedly. Taehyung kept one hand at the back of your shoulders as he began to drive. Something about the way he was driving had you squirming. He glanced over at you, and you good see the smirk in his eyes from behind his round glasses. He turned on the radio as he pressed down on the gas.
Next thing you know, youâre lowering yourself down onto his hard dick.
When did you end up getting into his lap and riding him as he drove? When did you get completely naked in his car and let his taste every inch of you? The details were a blur. But as you reached Jiminâs house, you were a sweating, breathless mess. Taehyung looked completely fine, as if nothing had happened. He waved to some others who were gathered around the entrance as he stopped the car then turned to you. His hand found your thigh, slowly caressing you as his fingers crept up, his thumb brushing over your wetness, still sensitive from the quick fuck you two shared just minutes before.
âYou ready to go in?â He smiled genuinely, it was as if he had turned back into the Taehyung you knew from your childhood and not the boy who was whispering absolute filth into your ears about how many different ways he wanted to destroy you.
âUm, you go ahead, I just need to gather myselfâ
He nodded in understanding, pushing your hair behind your ears, gazing at you intensely before leaning to kiss you passionately, as if he had been craving you for years and couldnât get enough. Your hands instantly cupped his face, reciprocating and rolling your body towards him, searching for something you knew you wouldnât find. His lips were incredible. Soft and tight, teeth grazing over yours and tugging at you. You shifted to get even closer to him, allowing him to grab your waist. It was not the most comfortable position, but you were too lost in sensation to care.
âWhat the fuckâ
As if someone threw a bucket of cold water on you, you yelped and jumped away from Taehyung, realizing how blatantly in public you two had been making out. You turned and saw the shocked and confused expression of your best friend.
âJiminâŚheyâ
You took in the sight of him. He looked hot. You had to blink to make sure you were even looking at the right person. His face had changed strikingly, his jaw sharp, angled, and neck toned. He also seemed to be trying to digest everything he was seeing.
Your mutual staring was interrupted by the sound of Taehyung getting out of the car, slamming the door shut. He came up to your side of the car, tilted your face up and kissed you one last time. You saw Jiminâs knees go week, and fury built in his eyes. Taehyung then playfully pat his back before leaving the two of you to go enjoy the party.
You had no idea what to say. You didnât know if you should feel guilty. You technically didnât do anything wrong. Jimin was simply gaping at you.
He finally cleared his throat, seemingly coming to some sort of compromise within himself. âSorry, I was justâŚnot expecting that.â He opened his arms as an invitation for you to get out of the car and hug him, which you did. You basked in his comforting scent.
âMissed you loserâ You muttered. You heard him scoff as he let you go, his eyes flickering over you.
âSoâŚâ He backs away so that you two are still pressed against each other but he could see your face, âYou and Tae?â
âNo! Itâs not like that IâŚâ
He clenched his jaw, tilting his head.
âDid he fuck you y/n?â
You nodded. You felt his fists clench. You quickly grabbed his wrist before he turned around to go find Taehyung.
âWait, what are you doing?â
âIâm gonna fucking kill him thatâs whatâ
He tried to shake you off but you wouldnât budge. âCalm down. Hey. I wanted to Jimin, it was mutualâ He shoved you back against Taehyungâs car, you almost tripped back over the door into the seat but you caught yourself.
âWhy? Did you really put so much time and work on that body just to hand it off to the first person you get your hands on? Did you really go through all the hell these past few months, getting up early, sweating every day? All that work and you just toss it to him like itâs nothing? Now youâre acting like a complete whore? Donât you have any self respect?â
You had seen Jimin angry before, but this was different. He looked dissapointed. You realized with a queasiness in your stomach that your best friend was looking at you in disgust. Judging you. You felt small suddenly, wishing you could rewind and take it all back, just arrive and have fun like you had originally planned.
âLet me seeâ He demanded. âShow me your bodyâ You were incredibly confused, but did as he asked, lifting your shirt up and tossing it into Taehyungâs car. You observe as Jimin gulps, staying absolutely silent. If he likes what he sees, he makes no indication of it. He looks away.
âWow. YouâŚyouâre hotâ He says softly, his voice much kinder but he couldnât meet your eyes. You swallowed nervously.
âSo are you. Iâm proud of usâ You reached for his arm affectionately. âJimin, Iâm sorry if me fucking Taehyung made you feel uncomfortable, but come on I havenât seen you in so long. I wanna enjoy today with you. Letâs just move onâ Jimin finally looked back at you, sighing and nodding his head.
He led you to the pool. Taehyung was already in the water, playing volleyball with Jungkook and Hoseok. He smiled your way, pushing his wet hair back. You could feel Jiminâs eyes on you like a hawk as you smiled back. He got out of the pool and walked over to you. You couldnât help but ogle at the way the water dripped down his bare chest.
âY/n, you should come play with usâ He offered sincerely. Jimin scoffed quite loudly, causing others to turn their heads as well. Taehyung ignored him, smiling towards you still.
âYâŚyeah for sure. Iâll come in a bitâ
âAw come on, I can carry you, itâll be funâ He wrapped his arms around your hips, allowing your legs to wrap around him. You giggled as he swung around and screamed as he threw you into the pool. Jungkook swam over and caught you in an embrace, his hand accidentally brushing the side of your breast.
âHey y/n!â He said sweetly, âItâs great to see you! You look really goodâ You blushed as Jungkook let his hands travel up and down your back. Jimin was practically fuming. Jungkookâs fingers teasingly toyed with the tie of your bikini, making you heat up inside. Seeing as you didnât back away, he took it as invitation to advance even more. Making sure his back blocked any sight of what he was doing to you, he slid his hand under your flimsy bikini. He whispered into your ear âYou like that?â You nodded, unable to hide the red flush on your cheek. He smirked and pulled you flush against him so you could feel his hard cock through his trunks. âTell me how Tae fucked you y/nâ
âIâŚâ
âWhat did you do, hm?â His hands squeezed your inner thighs, spreading your legs out so he could push in more. âDid you give him road head? Did you ride his cock? In a convertible fuck just out in the open for everyone to see? Is that what youâre into huh? You like it when others watch?â
You nodded furiously, your core getting extremely hot with his words.
âWhat do you think? Want me to turn you around right here? Take you in front of everyone? Take you in front of TaehyungâŚin front of Jimin? Poor motherfucker would probably die with jealousyâ
That statement didnât sit well with you. Jimin? Jealous? You wiggled out of Jungkookâs grip, swimming away slightly.
âWhy would he be jealous?â You asked. Jungkook laughed. Taehyung swam up to the two of you to see what was going on.
âHyung, what do you think? If I fuck her in front of Jimin, how do you think he would react?â
Taehyung chuckled, wrapping his arms around you. âI know if I were him I would probably beat you upâ He pulls you in towards him, kissing your cheek.
Was it true? Did Jimin want you? Is that why he was so upset? You shook your head. There was no way. If he liked you, he had so many opportunities to tell you, and you knew you wouldnât have denied him. You guys were the closest that two people could be. You didnât think of him in this way before, but you could definitely admit that he was extremely attractive.
Taehyung lifts you out of the pool. Water molds over you as you emerge from the water. He nibbles your ear âJimin missed out, I feel kinda badâ He paused, âActually I donât. You were incredibleâ Jungkook whines.
âLuckyâ He pouts. âI want her tooâ
You were lost in thought, still confused over the realization that your best friend might like you. You felt upset suddenly, wishing so badly you hadnât fucked Taehyung, no matter how good it was. You couldnât imagine how hurt he must have felt. Your friendship was hanging by a thread.
And these two just could not keep their hands off of you. You hated that you liked the attention. They hadnât looked twice your way before, but Jimin was always there. Jimin always reminded you that you were beautiful no matter what. He supported you to do things for yourself, not because you needed to impress anyone else.
âIs this just because of my body? Is that why you two are acting like this?â
Taehyung gaped at you. You couldnât tell if he was offended or guilty.
âGod you make me sickâ You pushed him away from you, getting up and running into the house.
You began to cry. Jimin was right. How could you have been such an idiot? You looked for a place to find privacy, but there were people everywhere. You shuddered at the thought of what you almost just did with Jungkook, shame overtaking you. You just let him touch you like that. You felt pathetic.
You found Jiminâs bedroom empty, shut the door and curled up on his bed, finally able to voice your sobs.
There was a light knock at the door. You froze.
âY/n? Are you in here?â Your heart dropped at the sound of Jiminâs sweet voice. You couldnât bear to face him now. You wished the floor would just swallow you whole. The door slowly opened and Jimin peered in. His eyes were full of concern as he located you, entering and closing the door behind him.
His heart wrenched as he saw your tears. He quickly made his way to you, sitting down by your side and wrapping his arms around you protectively.
âWhatâs wrong? HeyâŚâ He stroked your face affectionately, âSssh. Youâre okayâŚyouâre okayâ His kindness just made you cry even harder, burying your face into his chest.
âIâm so sorry Jiminâ You cried out, âI ruined everything. Iâm such an idiotâ
âWhat are you talking about? What do you have to be sorry for? IâŚIâm sorry about how I was acting earlier if thatâs what made you upsetâ
You shook your head, âI didnât know. Iâm so stupid. Jimin, I justâŚI think I asked Taehyung to have sex with me because he was checking me out, and no oneâŚno one just does that with me, so I got excited. And then I got here andâŚJungkook and Taehyung keptâ
Jimin growled, âWhat? Did they hurt you? What did they do?â
âNoâŚno. They justâŚI liked that they were paying attention to me andâŚso I kept letting them do whatever they wanted. Iâm such a whoreâ
Jimin cupped your face with his hands, leaning his face so that he could look straight into your eyes, trying to smile for you. âIt happens babyâ
âYou were right. Everything you said was completely rightâŚand the worst part is thatâŚâ Another sob escaped you. âI didnât knowâŚyouâŚwere interested in me like thatâ
Jimin let out a laugh, causing you to flinch in surprise. Had you misunderstood?
âYou didnât know I was interested in you? Thatâs why youâre crying?â He giggled. You pouted at him. He cooed at you affectionately, laying you down on the bed so he could hold you closer. âYouâre so cute y/nâ
Jimin kissed your lips tenderly. âItâs my faultâ He whispered, âI didnât have the balls to tell you before. I guess I just, was afraid you wouldnât feel the same way so. I know Iâm not the best looking amongst our friendsâ You smacked him at this statement.
He was beautiful. He had always been beautiful to you. Inside and out.
âJiminâ You exhaled, voice trembling, rolling into him and finding his lips once more. âI would do anything for you. If you wanted to fuck me, all you had to do was askâ
Jimin pulled away. The both of you were breathing heavily. He shook his head, âIâŚI donâtâŚjust want to fuck youâ He sat up and brought you into his lap so you could straddle him. He brushed the hairs off your face, eyes gleaming with adoration. âYouâre my best friendâ You could see the overwhelming emotion overcoming him, âYouâreâŚeverything to meâ Your heart was racing. You felt absolutely vulnerable in his arms, but at the same time you knew you were completely safe.
You kissed him, his hands slipping behind you to gently clutch your ass, pushing you closer to him. Your hips roll slightly, wanting to feel some sort of friction. You were both moaning helplessly into each otherâs mouths, unable to breath. You reached your hand down towards his waistline but he stopped you, shaking his head.
âNoâŚbabyâŚnot todayâ
You whined.
âYou literally fucked one of my closest friends this morning y/n. I canât exactly not think about the fact that his cum might literally be inside of you right now. In fact, I might need a while to get that thought out of meâ
This was true. Thinking back to what was now a blur of events, reminders of the ethereal bliss you had felt, as you bounced yourself like a maniac on Taehyungâs big dick, hands clutching his pink hair, moaning at the top of your lungs as he zoomed down the highway, evidently speeding. It was the riskiest, most profane, dirty thing you had ever done. Anyone could see you, and you didnât care one bit. You chased after your high as if nothing else even mattered. It was the best sex you ever had.
Your face flushed as you recalled how Taehyung had to pull over because he needed to touch you himself, laying you sprawled out on the head of his car, ravishing every inch of you.
âI canât believe how good you feelâ He groaned, âThis is even better than in my dreamsâ
His words returning to you. How he looked like he was in heaven as he came inside your thick walls. The way his eyelids fluttered in bliss. âOh my god princess, take my fucking cumâ He sucked your tit harshly âIâm gonna fuck you up so good. Youâre mineâ
After he came how he had become so caring and gentle, but somehow till leaving you breathless. How he had kissed you all over your face softly, whispering sweet nothings. Like how beautiful you were, how much he had prayed for this day to come, how happy he was to see you, how bad he had missed you.
Wait.
âTaehyungâŚoh noâ You couldnât stop your remark as you realized what a big mistake you had made. Taehyung wasnât messing with you. He was letting you live your wildest fantasies. He was everything you wanted. Someone insanely sexy, who would tease you, drive you crazy, and fuck you so well.
You were beyond confused, as you remained in the lap of someone you could never lose. Maybe Taehyung was just a fleeting moment. Jimin was secure. You knew heâd never hurt you. Heâd love you right. He was a good guy. He deserved to get everything he wanted.
The more you thought about it, the more unsure you were. Someone was playing with you but you didnât know who. Jimin sensed your unease.
âBabyâ He let his nose graze against yours, âY/n?â
The door swung open, making Jimin tighten his hold on you. Taehyung barged in, looking more serious than you had ever seen him. He paused to see what he had walking in on before shaking his head quickly.
âLook y/n. If you want Jimin thatâs your choice and I respect and support that, but you have no right accusing me of being so shallowâ He barked. âYou act like today was the first time I looked at you like that when you know thatâs not true. I always flirted with you. I always complimented you. I always made moves on you but you were so busy hating yourself to see that. I didnât fucking care how you looked. You were such a great person to be around. I was always attracted to you. I accept a loss when I see one, but Iâll be damned if you walk away thinking so low of meâ He was panting. Your eyes were wide with shock.
âI evenâ He laughed incredulously, âJust last year. I asked you if you wanted to leave Hobiâs party with me, and you just laughed in my face and said as if someone like you would get with someone like me and I said, wanna bet? and you just laughed and left it at thatâŚgod can you like not sit in his lap like that right nowâ
You obeyed, startled by his confession, standing up and backing away from both the boys.
âOkay Taehyung, I think she gets it. But it doesnât matter anymoreâ
Taehyung scoffed, ignoring Jimin, âI just need you to know that I wasnât just waiting around for you to get hot. Itâs not that you lost weight and now weâre all looking at you, itâs just that now you actually notice because before you wouldnât believe that anyone thought you were beautiful. And one more thingâ He glares at Jimin âI would never belittle you for exploring your sexuality. Weâre all allowed that. Just because we might have done it in high school and youâre doing it now doesnât make you a whore.â
With that he slammed the door and went off.
next âââ>
A/N: FIRST of all. There is so much toxic behavior in this. I want to make a point about how the âgood boysâ arenât always the âgoodâ boys. Jimin better step it up hehe. Next chapters are way more smut and a lot less plot ope. Um, again iâm new here so if you want to be tagged or something for updates lmk i guess lolÂ
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statistically significant | 6 | bakugou/reader
length: 23,490 words | 7 chapters
summary: Youâre the scientist who developed a neural net to model the value of assists. Now that your work is feeding into the hero rankings, pro hero Ground Zero has a bone to pick with your results.
tags: romance, enemies to lovers, sexual tension, reader-insert
warnings: aged up characters, eventual smut, m/f threats of violence, problematic behavior
Mina, Kaminari, and Bakugou did not waste any time.
No sooner had Bakugou spoken than he had you on your feet, shepherding you to the door. His movements had completely changed--no longer was he loud, aggressive, the most volatile thing in the room. Now, he slipped behind you like a shadow, his body pressed firmly and protectively over you, lithe armor at your back.
Mina and Kaminari moved with you, looking solemn.
âWeâre going for the surveillance room,â Bakugou growled, âNeed to see what the fuck is happening.â
The hall was barren as you emerged into it, silent and still until another explosion rocked the foundations of the building.
âAnd fast, we need to get Y/N out,â Mina added.
You didnât protest. You didnât know what the hell was going on, but you knew distant explosions couldnât mean anything good.
The surveillance room made it all too clear exactly what was happening. Tens of people were pouring into the top levels of the building, smashing through windows on the business floors, blowing the sides of the building clean open near marketing. A few men dressed in dark coats appeared to have the gall to waltz straight through the front entrance. Everywhere, Mirukoâs civilian employees were fleeing in all directions, uncertain of where to run in the chaos.
Your pulse spiked wildly and you watched as Bakugouâs gaze narrowed to scarlet pinpricks as he seemed to spot something familiar to him.
Kaminari made a choked noise. âIs that--?â
âSugimoto,â Bakugou growled, tapping the image of a tall man surrounded by some kind of glowing purple forcefield quirk. A crackle of sparks lit off from Bakugouâs palm, hot and sharp, and you jumped in surprise.
âWhatâs Sugimoto?â you asked, looking up into his face.
His lip curled disdainfully. âHeâs head of a crime syndicate. Miruko agency raided them a couple months ago in coordination with the police, took down almost the entire syndicate in one straight shot. Miruko killed both of his brothers during the firefight--Iâd bet anything heâs here for revenge.â
You suppressed a shiver. Either the man was incredibly confident in his own ability to take on the number seven hero and her entire agency, or he was fucking insane and desperate for revenge. Either way, you did not want to be caught in the crossfire.
âRaccoon, Pikachu, get up to the business level,â Bakugou commanded, a calloused hand closing around your arm. âIâm gonna get the nerd out first, and then Iâll be back to roast Sugimoto in his fucking skin.â
Kaminari nodded and Mina gave you a smile and a reassuring pet over your hair. âDonât be too late or weâll get to have all the fun,â she said to Bakugou, winking.
And then she and Kaminari were gone, disappearing in the direction of the stairwell. Your heart rate stuttered nervously, watching them go. Minaâs confidence was reassuring--she was fucking terrifying when she was in her element, and Kaminari was powerful too. But there had been so many people flowing into the building, like the rising tide of a sudden tsunami. You hoped they would be okay.
âYou in there, nerd?â Bakugouâs voice cut through your flurry of doubt.
You looked up at him, steeling your features. He was still streaked with dirt and scratches from the training room. You hoped having trained so much already wasnât going to disadvantage any of them in their fight. âYeah, sorry. Iâm fine.â
He considered you, blonde brows turned down. âYouâre gonna be fine, nerd. Iâll kill anyone who fucking looks at you.â
A small strangled noise like a laugh escaped your throat. He was so bad at being reassuring, it was almost reassuring in and of itself. He still was going to be entering the fray several hours into using his quirk already, however. You wondered if his self certainty was going to be enough.
âYou donât think I will?â he demanded angrily, looking absolutely incensed. He looked like he might storm out of your office again, like you had just said the word help to him.
âItâs not me Iâm worried about,â you said. âWhen you go back in, just--be careful, okay?â
His eyes picked over you curiously. Then a small, mortifying smirk appeared at the corner of his mouth. âI fucking knew you had a crush on me, you little freak.â
Your face heated as you gabbled out a protest. âThis is so not the time. And I didnât say that.â
Bakugou rolled a strong shoulder, looking far more relaxed that he had any right to. âYeah, whatever. Youâll be singing a different tune when this is over.â He watched you for a long moment, his expression looking strangely contemplative.
And then he leaned down and kissed you on the mouth.
Your brain went empty. This could have been just another day at the office for all the thought you were giving the fight upstairs. This could have been any day anywhere, because suddenly you couldnât remember where you were or what the fuck was going on at all. Bakugouâs mouth was hot and insistent, and he curled a strong arm around your waist to draw you closer, biting down gently on your lip.
You grabbed a fistful of his shirt for dear life, knees going strangely weak, as he swore into your mouth and pressed you into him harder.
âFuck, Iâm not finished with you,â he said when he released you, pressing one last hard kiss to your mouth. âYouâre gonna stay right the fuck where I put you, got it?â
You nodded dumbly, trying to will your fingers into unclenching from his shirt. âY--yeah.â
He smirked, looking far too pleased with himself. You felt your eyebrow twitch reflexively, despite everything that had just happened. âAlright, stay close, nerd. Iâm gonna get you the fuck out of here.â
You nodded again. He pulled you behind him, letting you fist your hands in his shirt again, and then lead the way down the hall, keeping close to the wall, the line of his body tense and alert. Some of your earlier uneasiness settled back over you, oppressively heavy, weighing down your every step. The training had been truly terrifying but this was much, much worse, the dread and anticipation coiling in your gut until you thought you might be sick.
You made it to the stairwell and flipped up several floors without incident, though you could hear with some clarity the scuffles ongoing on the floors above you. You encountered no one, not even fellow heroes or civilians, until you hit the ground floor.
Bakugou reached behind him, pressing you even closer to his back with a firm hand. âAlright, nerd. Stay close while I move. If I stop, stay still and trust me, alright?â
Your blood pounded in your veins and you took a calming breath. You could hear the sounds of a fight just beyond the door, but there was no other way out of the stairwell. Youâd just have to go through the main floor. âOkay. Iâm ready.â
âGood girl,â he said. And then he kicked open the door.
Your brain short circuited and you had just enough mind to register that he was moving, scrambling to keep up with him as he stalked forward through the doorway. You held on to the back of his shirt, pulse spiking wildly, and not just because of your apprehension.
There was a deafening boom like thunder and the hall in front of you went up in a flash, the walls splintering into pieces. Over one of Bakugouâs broad shoulders, you could see the explosion blowing two men straight through the window at the end of the hall, glass shattering around them.
From down the hall came Mirukoâs harsh tone, her breath a little labored. âKatsuki, fucking watch it! Thatâs my window.â
âYeah yeah,â Bakugou growled, not sounding the least bit chastened. He pulled you to the side as something cold went sailing past your left shoulder, firing off another blast from his palm to shoot the person right through the hole in the window heâd just made.
The two of you crossed through the halls slowly but surely, Bakugou sending anyone who came across your path straight through the wall. To your surprise, he ducked into rooms as he went, demanding that the agency employees hiding under their desks âstop acting like little piss babies and get a move on.â Soon there was a small squadron of people following after his back, and Bakugou had you out of the building and blinking in the sunshine before any of the villains caught the group escaping.
âStay with these extras,â Bakugou commanded imperiously, shoving you after the group of employees towards the end of the street where the growing swell of sirens could be heard. âIâll see you soon, nerd.â
He paused, fingers brushing over your mouth for a moment. And then he was gone, shooting himself straight back into the fray. The sirens at the end of the street got louder, and soon several squad cars were pulling around the corner. You joined the flow of people streaming out of Mirukoâs agency towards the police, though you couldnât rip your eyes from the agency building.
The windows had been blown out tens of floors up, and you could hear the crackle of quirks in use, see the flash and bang of Kaminariâs lightning, the blue glow of an unknown quirk on the fifth floor, a tangle of vines wrestling several men out of a window on the fourteenth floor. Mina appeared at a window briefly, covered in acid hardened to an armor, easily deflecting what might have been a devastating blow and kicking a yakuza straight through the glass.
You bit down on a whooping cheer. Now wasnât the moment.
You tried to keep sight of what was going on as the police shepherded you behind a makeshift blockade, cordoning off the area and sweeping the nearby buildings to help evacuate. The crowd of people around you chattered and shifted restlessly. The longer the fight dragged out, the more anxious you became, your senses heightened to the point of strain, looking for any sign of Bakugou and the others.
Then, to your horror, detonations went off on several of the floors, blowing out the remaining windows, and the building itself shuddered and groaned. A chorus of screams went up from inside the agency as pieces of the building began to detach themselves, crumbling to the ground. Your heart leapt into your mouth, blood icing over in your veins.
A few terrified looking civilians appeared at the windows on the top floors, clinging to the window frames as the foundation lurched. You went still, hardly breathing. Oh my god, were they going to jump? They were several stories up, odds were low they would survive if they did. But--the building shuddered again--fuck, they werenât going to make it if they went back inside.
Oh my god you were going to watch people die right in front of you.
No sooner had you had the thought than someone was rocketing straight up at them from the ground. Your heart rate spiked, recognizing that mess of blonde hair--Bakugou. Without ceremony he grabbed two people and leapt back off the side of the building, using his explosions to slow their descent. Theyâd barely met the ground before he was up again, catching another two around the middle and hurtling straight for the ground once more.
Your fingers twisted in the hem of your shirt, watching him anxiously. There were just a few more, just three more people and he would have everyone. You willed your breathing to slow, eyes glued to the scene before you.
Then there was a purple glow, and Sugimoto appeared behind the civilians.
You stopped breathing.
Sugimoto kicked one of the civilians in the back of the knee, sending him out of window, careening head over heels towards the ground. Bakugou had barely just enough time to react, tackling the man in mid air and hitting the side of the building hard with his shoulder before he was able to correct their trajectory.
The building gave another rattle as he did, a crack splitting straight up the middle, spiderwebbing into a thousand smaller fissures.
A blur of pink appeared at the base of the building, Mina materializing just as Bakugou hit the ground with the civilian. A crowd of heroes dragging injured civilians followed her, several of them immediately grabbing onto the people Bakugou had gotten to the ground and towing them out of armâs reach.
You looked back up to the top floor where Sugimoto had the last two employees in his grip, the edges of that forcefield rippling and roiling over him. His mouth moved like he was saying something but you were too far to hear it, though you could guess the implication. He had a forcefield quirk in a building heâd engineered to collapse. The heroes could choose to go after him but the building was seconds away from imploding, and there wouldnât be enough time to grab both him and the civilians. Even if Bakugou went up, he only had enough capacity for two people--heâd have to pick between the civilians if he also wanted to grab Sugimoto. And besides that, he wasnât indestructible. Bakugou didnât have a quirk that could shield him the same way Sugimoto did as the building went down.
The idea hit you at the same time it appeared to hit Mina and Bakugou. The people around you began to murmur in alarm as Bakugou sank back on the concrete, laying down flat on his back like he was going to take a nap in the sun. In the midst of a crisis the visual was certainly out of place, and a soft âwhat the fuck is he doing?â from behind you reaffirmed it.
Quick as a flash, Mina had coated herself in hardened acid, and then she was stretching out over Bakugouâs lean form, her vicious smile visible even from where you stood. Bakugou raised his hands to her stomach and called something to the heroes nearby. They all went stumbling back, tearing away from him as fast as they could.
All was still for a second. And then a blast of heat and fire ripped through the street, a roar like thunder rendering you deaf for a moment. You closed your eyes against the wave of hot wind and dust Bakugouâs explosion kicked up, and when you managed to crack one open, Mina was hurtling through the window like a rocket, hitting the edge of Sugimotoâs shield and driving him straight back into the building.
The civilians dropped from his grip.
Bakugou braced his hands against the ground and let off another massive explosion, propelling him straight upwards. He met the civilians in seconds, managing to grab them and flip around in mid air, aiming another series of blasts at the ground to control their fall.
A shocked cheer went up behind you when they hit the street, and you couldnât contain your own gleeful noise that escaped you, though you couldnât tear your eyes from the spot where Mina had disappeared.
Bakugou barely had time to get the civilians clear before the top floor began to crumble as the building shook, plaster dislodging itself from the ceiling and slapping down in loud thuds you could hear even from where you stood. You watched anxiously, waiting for Minaâs reappearance, as the building gave one final shudder and then caved in.
The second it did, a head of wild pink curls appeared and Mina flung herself off the top floor, just as the floor gave out underneath her. Bakugou was already moving, breaking into an all out sprint. He flung his arms out behind him, explosions ripping up the ground underneath him, and he collided with Mina mere feet from the ground, wrapping an arm around her and blasting them both back up just as chunks of the building slammed down where they had been.
The entire building came crumbling down in a shower of grey dust, shaking the street and sending a wave of car alarms sounding. Bakugou and Mina came down in a semi-controlled spiral, managing to hit the street just beyond the police barricade, Bakugou rolling in the same move heâd done with you earlier to disperse some of their momentum.
A wild cheer went up and you shouted too, elation rising in you like a flood, crawling through your limbs like a slow shiver.
Miruko hopped the barrier beside you, rushing over to where Bakugou and Mina lay. They were both panting, covered head to do in grey dust, looking worse for wear but alive.
âSugimoto?â Miruko demanded.
Bakugou pushed himself up on an elbow, the red of his eyes bright against the dust covering him, like a spot of blood on a tissue. Mina popped up next to him, nosy bloody, but grinning.
âUnconscious,â she announced. âShoved him out the back of the building before it collapsed. I melted the floor under him and he lost focus for a second. Thatâs all I needed to hit him and encase him in acid. He should be a little injured from the fall but alive.â
Miruko grinned savagely, leaning down to ruffle both of their hair. âYou did good work, brats.â
âGet the fuck offa me, hag,â Bakugou complained. You noticed he made no move to dislodge her hand, though, and you stifled a laugh at how obvious he was. Mina had said he had a thing for girls who fucked with him...
Then Kaminari was bursting past Miruko, throwing himself onto the two of them in a whirlwind of tears and flailing limbs.
âThat was the coolest shit I have ever seen!â he declared at a deafening volume. âYou launched Mina through a building! It was fucking awesome!â
âIâll launch you through a building if you donât get the fuck off me,â Bakugou growled, shoving Kaminariâs weight straight onto Mina. He rolled to his feet before Kaminari could come back for more, cocking his head to look into the crowd like he was looking for something. An EMT to patch him up? An officer to make a report, maybe?
Then his eyes locked onto you, and you realized.
Oh, he was looking for you.
He was on you in seconds. You didnât have time to even squeak out his name before he was swallowing it up, pulling you close to him. He tasted like ash and dust, frankly kind of gross, but you were so disturbingly relieved that he was okay that you didnât even care, pressing even harder against him as he kissed you.
And okay. So maybe you did have a thing for him, you thought. Maybe. Just a little.
He was still annoying as hell, but heâd just saved a ton of people. Just now, you hadnât even seen him engage in combat except to rescue people, heâd saved dozens of people including you and Mina, and heâd pulled off the most awesome assist that you had ever seen, letting Mina take down the big bad instead of haring in after the dude himself.
He could, maybe for now, totally get it.
Bakugou smirked down at you when you finally separated, red eyes and white teeth bright against all the grime on him. He leaned in, placing a hand on your cheek.
And in the haughtiest, most migraine-inducing tone ever, he said: âNow whoâs the fucking best?â
You made no effort to conceal your eye roll. Well, you supposed, there was only so much about a person that could change in a month.
Instead of complaining, you let him kiss you again.
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Blurb req- Tom and the reader on a private jet hungover? just pure fluff?
fluffy requests are well and truly open ( bcos I adored writing this ahah) and let me know what u think , I am deff not a writer so any feedback or tips would be v appreciated :))
summary:Â tomhollandxactress!reader - a wrap party followed by an early morning flight and a grumpy Harry, what could possibly go wrong?
warning: mentions of alcohol and sickness
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The remorse. The regret. It only made the pounding in your head even worse. Why those two 1.5 litre bottle of Bacardi had been brought out was beyond you. Why the you six of you had then decided to empty said bottle was even more of a mystery. It wasnât like any of you had needed it, youâd all been more than âmerryâ prior to the cheap rum and coke.Â
Hence the state of you, Tom and Harry as well as your manager Davey and Tomâs team of Rachel and Andrew. All having made very little effort with your appearance - joggers and hoodies all round, with you and Rachel also sporting sunglasses because you were simply smarter than the boys. Thankfully, this wasnât a big trip that fans knew about, this was you and Tom moving location under cover - the studios didnt want anybody to know that either of you made a feature in this film, so everything was under the cover of darkness. Which to be honest you were not complaining about. However, you were complaining about the fact the flight had been scheduled to leave at 7 am the night after your wrap party though.
The two of you had just wrapped your most recent and most ambitious movie to date - hence the massive celebrations last night for just surviving and getting it done. It had been the most intense 3 months of your life, there had been times youâd cry for hours on end, times you just wanted to quit fully knowing youâd never be hired again for leaving a multimillion dollar company in the lurch.But you all, somehow, had survived. So celebrations were in order of course but perhaps not as far as you all managed last night?
Your whole convey appeared to have travelled to the airfield in absolute silence, no one particularly fancied hearing anyone elseâs voice- which to be honest seemed quite fair. Youâd ridden in a car with Tom and Harry, with you resting your head on Tomâs broad shoulder - which had obviously made Harry gag, rolling his eyes. Bless Harry, really he was the only reason you and Tom had got together, after getting sick of the mutual pining heâd been forced to live with during the previous 2 projects youâd worked on together. But now, having had to put up with the two of you being so ridiculously loved up for the past 3 months - understandably a bit of distance from you and his brother was overdue.Â
One of the flight attendants busied themselves loading your luggage, whilst the pilot asked you and Tom for a photo. Of course, you werenât going to say no however you did have to cringe at how rough you both looked. His teenage daughter certainly would be less excited to see that her Dad hadnât met Tom Holland and Y/n Y/l/n. Instead heâd met the zombified, undead and rougher frauds. Still you smiled as much as you could, wincing when you removed the glasses and the early morning sun pierced your restricted pupils. God it wasnât your day.Â
The guy didnât seem to mind though, excitedly hurrying off onto the plane to settle in the rest of you - leaving just you and Tom outside on the tarmac.Â
âPoor guy, we look like shit.â You murmured while taking a step closer to lean slightly into his side.Â
âSpeak for yourself love.âTom snickered into the top of your head, after pulling you completely into his chest. This wasnât normally allowed, your relationship still wasnât public and both of you intended on keeping it private for as long as possible. But you were in an otherwise empty field in the middle of nowhere (somewhere in Georgia) before 8 am. It was actually quite nice to feel your boyfriends arms round you in the outside world, especially when you felt this shit. After a few moments you pulled away, arching back at Tomâs pouty face as you motioned it was time to get on the plane.Â
ââS too late you know.â Your brows furrowed at his half formed sentence, facial expression only demanding him to explain more. âThey all have already taken the good seats⌠Harry basically sprinted on so he can hog the bed thing.â In response it was your turn to pout, groaning as you fell back into his chest again. Yes, this was a complete first world issue, a private jet paid completely by your bosses was not something a lot would moan about. Truly you were grateful for everything you had in life, but with the worst hangover of your life when the opportunity of lying down for 6 hours instead of being stuck in a chair had manifested itself⌠well of course you felt robbed by your almost brother Harry.Â
Chuckling at your reaction, he gave you an extra squeeze before leading the both of you up the stairs to the cabin. Sure enough Harry had completely and totally claimed the longer couch at the far end of the plane, lying on his stomach with his face hidden in the crook of his elbow. Rolling your eyes at the predictable situation, you didnât miss Davey laughing at your sorry state - nmaking you throw daggers at him in your eyes.Â
Davey was your second father, the relationship between the two of you far transcended any professional working one. Which is why the two of you acting like this was very much a norm and not rude at all. He had also got the next best seat in the corner with the most leg room which he clearly loved to show off.Â
Unsurprisingly then you and Tom ended up squashed into the corner with your legs crumpled up together in the small space floor space. The brunette opposite you didnât seem to mind so much but that was because he had an adaptational advantage. He could sleep anywhere and everywhere , whenever he wanted. On set if he was tired? Just take a ten minute power nap on the floor. Bored of a long car journey? Just conk out against the window. It absolutely infuriated you, as no matter how hard and how exhausted you were - it was rare you could get any further than a light doze. Even before the two go you got together, having a best mate that could skip all the boring bits and was immune to jet lag⌠you can see how that makes you want to punch him square in the face.
After a short safety talk from the pilot and flight attendant, the plane whirred into life and you were up in the air. Although in your current state, it would be reasonable to assume the beauty of flying had somewhat rubbed off - you were certain it never would. No matter how many flights you took across country ,and in fact continents, for work; youâd never get sick of watching the view below you. It was perfect and breathtaking and took your mind off the pounding in the back of your head for the first 20 minutes.
Until the need for sleep took over as either you need to be unconcious or you were going to vomit - which you really didnât want to do at 40,000 feet in a tin box. Trying to rearrange your limbs to get comfier you accidentally knocked Tomâs leg rather forcefully, causing him to jump half out his seat, heavy eyes blinking quickly as he tried to get his baring as to what was attacking him - quickly answered by your guilty look.Â
âYou okay love?â His voice was slurred, sounding almost sleep drunk - but perhaps was just actually still a little drunk. Youâd only headed to bead last night at 4 am and had to be up at 6 - which isnt very long for your poor kidneys to try and process the stupid amount of alcohol youâd both happily been chugging the night before.
âFeel shitty and cant sleep.â You werenât in the mood to white lie - honestly some sympathy from your beautiful boyfriend seemed like a dream at the moment. Tomâs idea was better though.
âCâmere then.â His arms outstretched, you immediately jumped into his lap - the two of you shifting about to get comfortable till you were sat side on to him, your bum and back leaning against the arm rest of the chair with your legs going over his thighs and pressing against the wall of the plane. Pulling you closer to his chest, Tom took a deep breath as he pressed his chin against the crown of your head; your face now nested into his chest.Â
Nothing needed to be said as the two of you melted into each others bodies, the slow and deepening breathing enough to prove to each other you were both incredibly contented in that moment. More than that you felt safe- youâd admitted to Tom some weeks ago that you had never ever slept better than when he was beside you. Yeh it was cringey but sometimes thatâs allowed right?Â
⌠well not to Harry. Because as the plane was about to begin itâs descent, the pilot had tasked Harry (who had slept off the worst of the hangover and had spent the last 30 minutes of the flight scoffing at how adorable the two of you looked fast asleep together) - even after Rach had scalded him and had taken a photo of the two of you on her phone.Â
Causing Harry to ,ever subtly, wake the two of you up by throwing his half empty water bottle over your heads.Â
Safe to say, Harry very nearly didnât leave that jet alive.
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I Think Weâre Alone Now
A Jaemin fic thatâs part of our Halloween Series!Â
Summary: Your Spring Break plans change at the last minute when the campus heartthrob asks you to join him and the popular kids to your nemesisâ cabin.Â
Pairing: college student! Jaemin x female readerÂ
Genre:Â romance, angst, mystery, suspense, horror, crime
Word Count: 7.4kÂ
Warnings:Â Bullying, body image mention, gore, violence, death
(A/N): SHOUTOUT TO MY GIRL KRYS FOR THIS DELICIOUS MOODBOARD. SHE IS AN AMAZING ARTISTE. I AM IN AWE. I hope my story does this moodboard justice and I hope you guys enjoy! Thank you for the support!Â
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Spring Break was imminent for the kids of Guang University. It was your freshman year and your friends all had different plans. You planned to stay home and get a head start on your homework and catch up on all of your favorite Korean dramas.
You headed out of the school with Haechan, your best friend. He had plans to go visit his family in South Korea for a couple of days. You were bummed that your closest friend wouldnât be in town for the break.
âYou sure you donât want to come to Seoul with me? We might bump into Ji Chang Wook. You never know.â Ji Chang Wook was your celebrity crush.
You balanced your giant biology textbook while you tried to find your phone. âThatâs tempting but I have a big exam right after break and Iâve been behind for weeks...So now I have to cram.â
Haechan sighed. âY/n, you need to give yourself some down time.â
You frowned. âWhat are you talking about?â
Haechan sighed. âYou havenât come out to any parties in the past two months.â
You sighed. âWell...â
Haechan whined. âYouâre supposed to be my party buddy...â
âWell, party buddy, then explain Daniela, Hazel, and Ally,â you said, calling out your best friend for not being so lonely at these parties after all.
âI-â Haechan started.
Before Haechan could explain, a group of girls youâd tried so hard to avoid walked by and âaccidentallyâ bumped into you, making you drop your book to the ground.
The girl who bumped into you turned and laughed. âIâm SO sorry. Maybe if you didnât take up so much space, it wouldnât have happened.â
The other girls laughed as they began to saunter off.
You groaned. You thought bullies retired once they graduated from high school when reality finally gave them a slap to the face.
Well, unfortunately for you, the mean girls from your old high school were smart enough to get into your dream school so you now occasionally saw them. And worse, shared a biology lab with them. The head of the pack, Heather, always had it out for you for always beating her for the best grade in class. Youâd get a 94 and sheâd get a 93. You were just happy to get an A and she was furious she wasnât number 1. You guessed it had to do with her superiority complex and how she had to please her wealthy parents.
Haechan yelled, âHeather, what the hell-â
Heather started, âWhat? Itâs a simple observation.â
Well, not everyone could be a size 0 like Heather. You knew that you had a healthy body shape. Sure, you know you could use improvements but you were human. No one was perfect. Nothing Heather could say could make you think she was right. She was just a hater.
âHave a nice break, Heather. Maybe your dad will finally come home,â you said as you grabbed Haechanâs hand and walked off.
âHey! y/n, get back here!â Heather demanded. Her dad and her mom were separated for a while now and he was never home to spend time with his precious daughter.
Heatherâs bark had always been bigger than her bite. So you didnât let her words get to you. Not anymore.
___
Haechan went home while you waited to call an Uber to take you to the record store across town. Â You may as well go out and do one fun thing before you hunkered down at home for the break.
That was when you heard someone sobbing hard. And you couldnât help but find the source.
The boy sat down on a bench by the bus stop. It was the campus heartthrob, Na Jaemin. Youâd shared a couple of lectures with him this year. He was very sweet, always had something to compliment you on. Your hair, your lipstick, your outfit.
Well, then he would proceed to ask for help with assignments but you appreciated getting paid with flattery.
You frowned. âA-are you okay?â You started. âDo you need help?â
Jaemin looked up as tears ran down his beautifully sculpted face. His eyes widened at the sight of you. He wiped his tears away with his jacket sleeve. He shook his head. âY/n! Hey, IâmâŚokayâŚI just-â
You sat down beside him and pulled an unopened bottle of water out of your backpack. You handed it to him. âHere.â
He looked down at it and asked, âAre you sure?â
You nodded. âGo ahead.â
âThank you,â he said, managing a half-smile.
He drank from it as you waited.
He exhaled in satisfaction. âThank you, y/n. Iâm sorry. I didnât mean to scare you like this. School and work have been so stressfulâŚI just needed to let it all out.â
You hesitated before you put a hand on his back. You moved it gently against his muscular upper back. âIâm sorryâŚDo youâŚwanna talk about it?â
Jaemin froze and debated telling you. âI got fired from my jobâŚâ He admitted.
You removed your hand from his back. âJaemin, thatâs terribleâŚIâm so sorryâŚWhat happened?â
He shook his head. âThe boss was kinda harsh. I couldnât take it. I slipped up once and I got the ax.â
You tried to meet his eyes. âIâm so sorry, Jaemin.â
Jaemin managed a smile for you. âThank you, y/n. Youâre always sweet. Always good. Iâm glad youâre here with me.â He placed a hand over yours.
This may or may not have made you want to scream with excitement. But your better judgment told you to contain yourself because Jaemin was upset.
Your little moment was interrupted by Heather and her cohorts.
Heather stood in front of Jaemin, noticing his red eyes âOh, Nana, whatâs wrong?â
Jaemin didnât look all that thrilled to see Heather either. âItâs nothingâŚDonât worry about it.â
âBecause if y/n is bothering you, she should leave. Isnât that right, y/n?â Heather turned to you with her hands on her hips.
You were about to snap when Jaemin beat you to it. âActually, Heather, sheâs not. So what can I do for you so you can leave faster?â
Heather looked at her group in shock. Her minions all let out audible gasps and whispers. âJaemin...â
âIâm waiting,â Jaemin said, a new commanding tone overtaking him.
âWe wanted to know if youâre coming to my cabin this weekend.â She tried to come off flirtatious but after his rebuff, she was confused.
âMaybe,â Jaemin replied, âIf y/n comes.â
âWhat?â You and Heather exclaimed.
âIâll go if y/n goes,â Jaemin said resolutely.
You started, âJaemin, I-â
Jaemin interrupted. âI need this, y/n. A time to get away. And if you come, I would love itâŚâ He said softly, almost intimatelyâŚLike no one else was around.
Youâd had a crush on Jaemin since the first day of Intro to Theater. Jaemin was a tremendous actor. He was an excellent Demetrius to your Helena in your act for A Midsummer Nightâs Dream.
Jaemin was always so nice. You thought the most he would do for you is give you a dollar for the vending machine. And that wouldâve made your heart soar to the moon.
It was odd that you were considering going somewhere to hang out with Heather and her friends...But you did want to get to know Jaemin more.
What about your homework?
Well, it could wait.
And what about Heather?
Well, pissing off Heather was a hobby of yours.
One of Heatherâs friends coughed. And Heather rolled her eyes. âFine. Meet at my house at 7 AM tomorrow.â
___
Your older sister Sophie drove you to Heatherâs. âWhy are you going to Lucifer's spawnâs cabin?â
You sighed. âBecause a cute boy asked me to.â
Sophie put the car in park right in front of Heatherâs mansion. She looked at you in disbelief and fascination. âA boy?â
You said, âHe wanted me to come.â
Sophie laughed. âWell, y/n, he must be very cute if youâre willing to hang out with Her Royal Darkness.â
âLike her ego, Iâm sure the cabin is big enough so I donât have to see her.â
You were both so distracted that you didnât notice Jaemin knock on your passenger side window. He smiled brightly. Wow, he looked incredible for someone who woke up and texted you good morning at 5:30 AM.
âWow,â your sister said, in shock from Jaeminâs beauty. She rolled down your window.
âReady to go, y/n?â Jaemin asked. You saw the expectant look in his eyes. He was radiant and much more relaxed. You were so happy to see him. He seemed to feel a lot better.
âJaemin, this is my older sister, Sophie,â you said, âSophie, this is my friend Jaemin.â
They shook hands and Sophie muttered, âYou better tell me everything when you get back. And that I am the maid of honor at your wedding.â
âBye, Sophie! Weâll go on our run together when I come back on Sunday, okay?â You said louder to deflect from what Jaemin couldâve overheard. You and Sophie ran together every weekend for stress relief and bonding time. You got out of the car and hoped Jaemin hadnât heard anything.
Jaemin offered to give you a ride on his Jeep Explorer to Heatherâs cabin, much to Heatherâs disappointment. Heatherâs friends were riding with her.
You and Jaemin had fun on the road for two hours, just the two of you. You enjoyed some old school Backstreet Boys, *NSYNC, and Britney Spears. You snagged the CDs from your sisterâs collection.
âEvery little thing I do never seems enough for you!â You and Jaemin sang.
You too had gotten off the route to get snacks at a convenience store and because Jaemin needed to fill up his tank. He insisted you put your wallet away. He bought all of your favorite junk food essentials: M&Ms, Flaminâ Hot Cheetos, Coke, Orange Fanta. This boy knew his way into your heart.
âSo, y/n, whatâs your end goal in life?â He asked as he continued the route to Heatherâs cabin. âYou strike me as an aspiring pediatrician...Saving the children!â
You laughed at his enthusiasm. âIâd like to be a physical therapist. My parents got into a car accident when I was nine...My mom was fine but my dad broke his right leg and right arm. He needed to get physical therapy in order to walk properly again...I went with him to almost all of his appointments. I have a lot of respect for physical therapists after how much they helped himâŚâ
âIâm glad your dad recovered,â Jaemin said as he gave you a quick smile before gluing his eyes back onto the road.
âMe, too...But...my end goal in life? Honestly, I just want my own space to dance around in...With no shame.â
Jaemin chuckled. âNo shame, huh? Does that mean youâre a terrible dancer?â
You smacked him. âNo. Well, Iâm sure there are worse dancers.â
He laughed harder. âOkay...I believe you.â
You laughed. âWhat about you, Jaemin? Whatâs your end goal?â
He sighed. âStart up my own content-creating company...Iâm into traveling and uncovering hidden gems. Be the next big thing after Buzzfeed Unsolved.â
âThose are some pretty big shoes to fillâŚâ You started.
Jaemin sounded unsure. âYeahâŚâ
You smiled, âI know you can do it. Youâve got a subscriber in me.â
Jaemin faked a tear. âYou have no idea how much that means to me.â
You both laughed again as you reached for the M&Ms and your hands touched. You quickly pulled away, embarrassed. But Jaemin smiled to himself.
Jaemin said, âBut as cheesy as it sounds...I want to get married, get a big house, and fill it with twelve children.â
You coughed. âTwelve? Are you and your future wife thinking of splitting the pregnancies up?â
Jaemin laughed. âOkay, maybe not twelve...But a family of my own is my dream. My parents split up when I was five so...Iâve split my time between two homes and it was an awkward feeling, especially after both of my parents remarried.â
âOhâŚâ You said. You couldnât exactly sympathize with him because your parents were happily married so you didnât want to say anything that could rub him the wrong way. That was the last thing you wanted.
âI want to be with that one person...For the rest of my life...When I meet her, Iâll know.â He said, giving you a meaningful look.
You had no idea how to process that so you took a sip of your blue raspberry ICEE and held it in the air, awkwardly. âHereâs to you finding your soulmate someday.â
He chuckled. âThank you.â
___
You arrived at Heatherâs summer home...Well, she called it a cabin. But it was actually a mansion by the beach. It was gorgeous. Something straight out of a movie. It looked like it could be its own hotel resort. You realized that there was a good chance youâd have your own room.
âThis house is huge!â You exclaimed.
Jaemin looked along with you as he handed you your bag. âWhat a shame. I was hoping we would room together.â He said softly into your ear.
You turned to him in shock and he shot you his infamous flirty grin. This boy had you thinking he liked you and heâd better stop before you tried to kiss him.
Heather handed everyone keys to their bedrooms. âIf any of you lose this copy, I canât help you.â She made sure to say that as she handed you your keys.
You went up the stairs of the beach house and chose the last room on the left. You were unlocking the door to your room when someone from behind you tapped you on the shoulder.
âHey, youâre y/n, right?â You recognized Yangyang from your mandatory PE class. You both took Intermediate Swimming, a class where as long as you flailed in the water and passed the easy quizzes, youâd be guaranteed an A.
You nodded. âAnd youâreâŚâ
He said, âIâm Yangyang. Itâs so nice to see you here!â
âYou, too,â you said, averting your eyes once again. Yangyang was pretty attractive and you hoped he didnât remember you and your Sailor Moon one piece. You always tried to be one of the first in the water and the last to leave when it came to your swimming class.
Even though Heatherâs comments were nothing to you, it didnât mean you were completely immune to the hurt it caused.
âYou were in Coach Emersonâs swim class, right? You had the iconic Sailor Moon swimsuit.â
And there went the rest of your hopes and dreams. âY-yeahâŚâ
He laughed. âDonât be embarrassed. I had Dragon Ball Z swim trunks.â
âReally?â You said.
Yangyang pretended to be hurt and winced. âI thought youâd be the one to notice.â
âWell...Iâm not exactly looking at anyoneâs...bodyâŚâ You said, cringing at your words.
He laughed. âFair point. I just liked the pattern. Your favorite character is Sailor Mars, right?â
You nodded, âHell yeah. Sheâs the best.â
âIâm more of a Sailor Venus guy, myself,â he replied.
âGood taste. But all of the Sailor Scouts are queens,â you started.
âNo question,â Yangyang said. âHey, do you-â His phone started to ring. âSorry, y/n...I gotta take this.â
You waved goodbye to him and entered your spacious bedroom. As much as Heather despised you and you despised her, her family had excellent taste in real estate. The queen-sized bed was plush like a cloud straight from heaven. You pulled the window up to feel the ocean breeze. It was paradise.
You heard a knock at your door an hour later. It was Jaemin.
âWanna go for a walk?â He asked.
âSure!â You said, having already changed into a sundress.
Jaemin thought you looked stunning. Well, you always did. He was so happy to be here with you. Otherwise, he may not have gone on this trip.
Jaemin led you to the beach where you let your toes touch the water. He teased you by splashing you. And you splashed him back until you both were soaked.
You both laughed so hard that you toppled over each other, you on top of Jaemin. You both stared at each other for a long time. Jaemin closed his eyes, his long eyelashes caressing his cheeks. He waited for you to kiss him.
You moved closer and your lips met his. His lips tasted salty thanks to you and your merciless splashing. But the kiss was everything. It was fireworks at the end of a perfect night. It was hot chocolate on a warm winter night. It was like an angel held you and you snuggled against his wings. The kiss was perfect.
You two let go and Jaemin bit his lip. âSo.â
You stood there, frozen. âSoâŚâ
âSo...we did that.â
You nodded. âIndeed we did.â
âThoughts?â He looked at you with his big brown eyes.
You cleared your throat. âWell...I certainly wouldnât mind doing that again.â
Jaeminâs big gorgeous goofy smile came back full force at hearing you. He cupped your face in his hands and was about to kiss you again.
âGuys!â Naeun called out to you. âHave you seen Yangyang?â
You and Jaemin pulled yourselves apart. You answered, âLast time I saw him was when he went to his room. Is everything okay?â
âHe wasnât answering his phone...And I found it in his room.â She held up his phone that had a Dragon Ball Z pop socket on the back of it.
You frowned. âThatâs weird.â
Jaemin offered. âMaybe he went for a walk. Got some fresh air?â
âMaybeâŚâ Naeun thought and you nodded. âIf you see him, tell him Iâm looking for him and that Iâm pissed.â
âOkay,â you said.
Naeun stomped away, frustrated.
âNow where were-â you started.
Jaemin already pulled you in for another kiss. He pinned you down against the shoreline and trailed your neck with his kisses.
You breathed heavily as you held him tightly.
He looked at you, as if asking you something.
You gave him a look. âWhatâs up?â
âDo you want toâŚâ His eyes moved down to his pelvic region where his member was protruding through the fabric of his trunks.
Your eyes widened at how big he was. And your eyes nearly popped out of your head when you realized what he was asking. âOhâŚâ
Jaemin waited for you patiently.
Things were moving too fast. You were more than happy to kiss Jaemin all night but you really werenât ready to have sex. Not tonight, anyway.
You already knew the answer. âIâm sorry Jaemin. I do like you but...Iâm...not ready. I should goâŚâ You got up but Jaemin stopped you. It was like a romantic Korean drama scene, except instead of your wrist ...He grabbed your ankle.
âItâs okay...You donât have to go. Please donât goâŚâ He begged as he made a puppy dog pout.
You laughed, relieved. âOkay okay...You can stop making that face.â
Jaemin pouted his lips even more. âWhat face?â
You rolled your eyes and splashed him. You and Jaemin spent a couple of hours on the beach, kissing and talking. You wrapped up and he walked you to your bedroom.
___
You woke up early the next morning to hear screaming and crying. You got out of bed and ran out the door.
âWhatâs wrong?â You asked, finding Naeun devastated on the floor. Heather sat down with her on the ground and consoled her.
âYangyangâŚâ She said between sobs. âHeâs gone!â
Renjun looked grave as he handed you his phone. âWe all got these messages. Did you, y/n?â
You looked at what was on Renjunâs phone screen and there was a video of Yangyang, bound up and gagged. Tears streamed down his eyes. He mumbled loudly for help.
Tears fell out of your eyes. âWhat the hell is this?â
You couldnât believe it. Youâd just had a whole conversation with him yesterday. He was friendly and funnyâŚ
And now he was like this.
Jaemin replied, âSomeoneâs idea of a sick joke...I donât recommend looking at the rest of the story, y/nâŚâ
You ignored him and kept watching. The next video pointed to a wall and you could hear Yangyang clearly now...He was yelling. âNo! Who are you? Why are you doing this? Stop! Nooooooo!â The video cut off after that. The last picture was of Yangyang with his throat slit with text that read: âWonder who will be next...Itâs anyoneâs guess, really. đ§ #springbreak2020â
You ran into the bathroom and threw up. The rest of the group followed you into the bathroom. âWell, y/n?â Tzuyu started.
âWell, what?â You asked.
âShow us your phone,â Tzuyu demanded.
âWhy?â You asked.
Jaemin intervened, âWhy are you guys ganging up on her?â
âWeâve checked everyoneâs phones...Now we want to see y/nâs,â Tzuyu said, a vindictive look in her eyes.
âFine,â you said. You pulled it out of your pocket and you were shocked to find the messages on your phone.
âSomeone sent them to her, too. Sheâs as innocent as the rest of us,â Renjun said.
Tzuyu frowned. âOkayâŚâ
She seemed disappointed that you werenât the culprit. You wondered why Tzuyu hated you. She was merely one of Heatherâs followers so you guessed she would hate anyone Heather hated no matter what.
Still, this didnât alleviate any of your worries. Someone kidnapped and murdered Yangyang overnight. And whoever that was remained close by.
And they werenât finished.
Unfortunately for all of you, your cell reception was weak so you couldnât contact the police. You were on the verge of a panic attack.
Renjun decided, âWe should try going to the next town to get reception.â
Tzuyu started, âYou are not leaving me here.â
âFine, weâll go together.â He said as they both walked off and borrowed Heatherâs car.
___
You sat in the living room, scared to be in your room all alone. Hell, you didnât mind being with Heather and Naeun. Jaemin was making lunch in the kitchen for you guys.
It had been a few hours since Renjun and Tzuyu left. Now you were all getting worried. The next town wasnât that far off, according to Heather. So something was up.
And you wondered if it had been a good idea for them to leave. Maybe they had been just as much in danger as the rest of you. Whoever the killer was...He had resources to be anywhere at any time. It gave you shivers.
âY/n, can you get Naeun a glass of water?â Heather asked you.
You nodded and met Jaemin in the kitchen. You asked him once again, âAre you sure I canât help with anything?â
Jaemin shook his head. âIâve got this.â He said as he finished making lasagna.
You got a glass of water for Naeun. âJaemin, Iâm scared,â you said.
Jaemin looked rattled up, too, but he seemed to be holding it together for the rest of you. And it meant a lot to you.
The four of you sat down to eat quietly. Naeun barely took a bite of her lasagna.
Not too long after, she started wheezing. Hives broke out onto her skin. âEpi...Pen...Heather.â
Heather jumped out of her seat. âIâll go get it!â
âOh God,â you panicked. âYou need air! Letâs go outside, Naeun.â
You and Jaemin helped her out to the front door so she can breathe better. You were praying Heather found her EpiPen soon.
Heather returned, upset, âAre you sure itâs in your purse? I couldnât find it.â
Naeun nodded. âYesâŚâ
When you realized Naeunâs EpiPen was missing, you ran up to your room and grabbed yours. âI brought mine!â
âHurry up!â Heather said.
You ran back down and Naeun was able to get the injection she needed to recover from her reaction.
Heather took Naeun up to her room to recover.
âI wonder what Naeun was allergic toâŚâ You said to Jaemin.
Jaemin frowned. âI donât know...I had no idea she had severe allergies. Maybe it was in one of the ingredients but Iâm not sure which oneâŚGod, I feel terrible.â He put his face in his hands.
âHey, itâs okay...It was an accident...Sheâll be okay,â you said as you hugged him.
âIt was a good thing you had your EpiPen, y/n...Youâre amazingâŚâ
âOr I just have severe allergies, too,â you said.
He laughed awkwardly. âRightâŚâ
Even more hours passed. Renjun and Tzuyu havenât returned. Everyone was antsy.
You and Jaemin were going to go out and look for them but you were shocked to find his tires had been slit recently.
This wasnât a coincidence. The killer was watching your every move. You wondered if he had gotten to Renjun and Tzuyu. Your throat dried up at just thinking that.
You and Heather grabbed weapons from her fatherâs shed, which included gardening shears and hunting rifles.
Heather taught you how to handle the rifle. You both went back into the house with your weapons in tow. You all made sure to shut all of the windows and close all of the doors. You scoured the entire property. No one can come in. And no could come out. You hoped there wasnât some random secret entrance to this house that rich people always seemed to have in the movies. You all reluctantly headed to bed.
You sat up on the edge of your bed. You were comfortable in a concert tee and some shorts. You wanted to wear something that would be easy to run in. Just in case the killer would come for you next.
Jaemin was at your door. âHeyâŚHeather and Naeun both fell asleep.â
âHow can they be asleep...I canât sleep knowing that that bastard is out thereâŚâ You said.
Jaemin walked into the room. âCan I sit with you?â
You nodded. âJaemin, what are we going to do...We canât just stay here. We're sitting ducks. Renjun and Tzuyu are just gone...And we donât know when or even if they're coming backâŚâ
Jaemin rubbed your back in small circles. His touch was distracting. Kissing Jaemin would be a great distraction.
Making love to him would be even better.
That would be ridiculous. The last thing you wanted to do was have sex when a murderer was afoot. That would be a total cliche.
Jaemin replied. âIâm sorry, y/n...I think our best bet is to wait it out until morning and go to the next town on foot.â
You nodded. âYeah...Maybe daytime will be safer.â
Jaemin nodded. âWhy donât you go to sleep and Iâll take the first shift?â
âReally?â You asked.
âYeah, Iâm wired. I had three cups of coffee in the past hour. You need to rest, y/n.â Jaemin said as he pulled the covers over you. âIâll come back to wake you. Iâll be on guard.â He grabbed one of the hunting rifles he left outside the door.
âThank you,â you said as you shut your eyes. Sleep quickly took over.
___
You were quickly shaken awake. âY/n get the fuck up!â Heather hissed.
âHeather?â You exclaimed.
She shushed you. âShut up. You need to come with me right now.â
âWhatâs wrong?â You whispered.
Heather made sure your door was locked before she returned back to you. âNaeun is dead.â
You looked carefully at Heather and had seen that sheâd been crying. âWhat?â You asked. âThatâs impossible.â
âWe shouldnât have left her alone. She said she was fine. She seemed fine. I went to check on her and...she wasnât breathing. And...I think she was smothered, y/n.â
âWait...Are you sayingâŚâ
âThe killer is Jaemin,â Heather said.
âWhat? Why would you say that?â You shook your head.
âThink about it, y/n. None of us has good reception here so how is that we got those texts about Yangyang? The killer had to be in close proximity to us. Tzuyu and Renjun left in my car, which he probably messed with so they got into an accident...And...I donât even want to say what couldâve happened...Whatever Jaemin put in the lasagna almost killed Naeun. Then, her EpiPen fucking disappeared. And then, conveniently right after, his tires were slit. And now, since he couldnât finish the job the first time, he smothered Naeun to death.â
âHeather...Jaemin wouldnâtâŚâ You started.
âI know...I had my doubts, too, but...he gave me some calming tea before I went to sleep...When it cooled down, I tested it...Itâs been drugged.â
Your heart sank. âHow do you know?â
âMy dadâs company is working with the nail polish that can track date rape drugs. My painted nail changed color when I tested it out. Jaemin tried to drug me, y/nâŚâ She showed you her neon green polish and the one fingernail that turned black.
You covered your hand over your mouth.
âI had a feeling he would come check up on me so I tossed some of the tea down the drain and pretended I was asleep. He came back to check that I was asleep, y/n...Thatâs just creepy. Why the hell would he need to drug me?â
Not knowing how to answer, you started, âHeather...MaybeâŚâ
Jaemin surprised you both by breaking the wood of the door down with an ax. He made a big enough hole to unlock the door from the inside.
You and Heather yelled. Jaemin heard everything.Â
Jaemin started. âHeather, why are you up? I thought I was going to take care of you tomorrow in my grand finaleâŚâ
âShit,â Heather said as she got closer to you.
âJaemin? What grand finale?â You demanded. âWhat is going on?â
Jaemin smiled wide at you. âSweetheart, I thought I told you to sleep.â
The look in Jaeminâs eyes became cold...Calculating.
ây/n...Itâs no accident that I asked for you to come on this tripâŚâ Jaemin said as he pulled a knife out of his pocket and twirled it around his hand. âI thought youâd partake in the festivitiesâŚâ
âWhat festivities?â Heather demanded. âWhy the fuck did you try to drug me? Why did you kill Naeun? What the hell did she do to you?â
Jaemin tsked as he met Heatherâs eyes. âWhy wouldnât I kill Naeun? Why wouldnât I kill them all? Think about it, you ungrateful little brat.â
You found yourself moving closer to Heather then for she was your only living ally. Albeit the biggest bitch in the land.
Jaemin killed everyone.
Jaemin was the killer.
Heather shook her head. âJaemin, stay the fuck away from us. I swear to God. Or Iâll-â
Jaemin chuckled. âYouâll what? Call Daddy? Call Mommy? Theyâre both abroad, never giving a second thought about their spoiled daughter...Those two think you couldnât be safer and more comfortableâŚItâs ridiculous...A girl who has everything...Takes it upon herself to put others down...Youâve put y/n down for years...Youâve never let go your childish and petty hatred for her...And for what reason?â
Heatherâs resolve faded when she realized what you had.
âJaeminâŚâ You started.
âY/n, did you not realize that each person on this trip has fucked with you one way or another?â He asked.
Well, the girls were bitches, yes, butâŚ
âNaeun was the one who spread that rumor about you getting your breast implants...Tzuyu was the one who nearly ran you over in the student parking lot...Renjun body shamed you in the boysâ locker room...And Yangyang told us all that he wanted to take your virginity this weekendâŚâ
âJaemin!â Heather exclaimed.
âYou shouldâve been careful with who you added in your group chat full of morons, Heather....Ah, and Heather, dear...youâre the ringleader in all of this...You goaded Naeun and Tzuyu to do these things to y/n. Youâve set out to put y/n down for a long time now. You even went along with Renjun and Yangyangâs comments about y/nâs body...Fuck you, by the way, sheâs perfect in every way...And I shouldâve made them all go through slower...more painful deaths for all of the things you said about her...â
You couldnât believe what you were hearing. You had no idea that even boys were targeting you...First off, you literally just breathed. The girls were childish and petty butâŚ
âJaemin,â you said.
âYes, sweetheart?â Jaemin asked with a kinder smile to you.
âWhat they all did to me was wrong...But you didnât have toâŚâ
Jaeminâs eyes widened. âKill them? Well, it wasnât up to you...All of these people are worthless scum that wonât amount to much, honestlyâŚ.So was it really a waste?â
Heather surprised you by pulling a handgun out of her pocket. She shot Jaemin in the chest. ây/n, letâs go!â She pulled you out of the bed and you both ran for your lives.
âAgh!â Jaemin groaned as he fell to the ground.
You both ran down the stairs. Heather unlocked the front door, knowing the house was no longer safe.
You both ran down the steps of the entrance. You had to pull Heather with you because she ran too slow for you. Then, you heard a gunshot.â Heather fell down. Sheâd been shot in the foot. âFuck!â She yelled.
You turned to see Jaemin at the entrance with a hunting rifle. âBulletproof vest, baby!â
You yelled as you tried to help Heather up.
Jaemin asked, genuinely confused. âY/n, why are you running? This has nothing to do with you.â
You gaped. âAre you kidding me? Apparently, this has everything to do with meâŚJaemin put the gun down! Please stop!â
Jaemin shook his head. âOut of the question, sweetheart. Youâd be smart to leave Heather to me.â
Heather began to cry. âNoâŚâ
You wrapped Heatherâs arm around you and both walked off. Heather winced with pain but she could manage as you kept running. Jaemin was getting closer and closer. He waited, then.
You and Heather were confused. Why did he stop running?
You and Heather both walked over a bear traps you both hadnât seen.
You yelped in pain and Heather cried out, âSon of a bitch!â
It hurt for both of you to move an inch. You both cried.
Jaemin made his way over, using a flashlight. He sighed. âY/n, you shouldâve stopped running. Now youâve your beautiful ankle...Well, itâs no big deal...I can disinfect it and patch it up nicely for you...After Iâm done with Heather.â
âJaemin, no, please stop. You donât have to do this. I donât want you to do this. Thatâs enough!â You pleaded.
At the sound of your last two words, Jaemin froze. The words brought him back to when he was a kid and he would pummel other children for bullying his younger siblings. His parents would beg him to stop. It was too bad that their words didnât stick. And your words were no different.
Jaemin sighed. âIâm sorry, y/nâŚâ He whacked the back of his gun over your head so you blacked out.
___
Heather had also been knocked out. She awoke to being tied up and sitting in the hot tub beside the Olympic sized swimming pool in the backyard. She noted that bricks were tied around her ankles. As she tried to pull herself up, it was impossible for her to get out.
Jaemin smiled wickedly as he wielded the thermostat. âYouâve always prided yourself on being the hottest girl at our college...Why donât we put that to the test?â
âJaemin, please stop! I am so sorry!â She cried. âPlease donât do this! I messed up! I...Iâve always been jealous of y/n! Because she was the one who had everything. The perfect family. The perfect grades. The perfect body. Everything about her is so damn effortless that I hated it.â She hoped that pouring her soul out to him might make him change his mind.
âOh, boohooâŚâ Jaemin said as he increased the heat.
Heather grew uncomfortable. âJaemin...Stop...Please...Itâs too hotâŚâ
Jaemin sighed. âGoodbye HeatherâŚâ
___
You slowly woke up seated on the passenger side of Jaeminâs Jeep. Your eyes quickly opened when you realized that. You jerked awake and found Jaemin in the driverâs seat, calm and composed. âI think weâre alone now...â
You backed up against your window. âJaemin! Where is Heather?â
âOh, sheâs tied up at the moment...In the hot tub...She is indeed the hottest girl from our college nowâŚâ Jaemin said, a chuckle escaping his lips at his pun.
You were about to be sick. You pulled the window and vomited. You tried moving by the gash from the bear trap made you wince and groan in pain.
âOh, y/n...I didnât mean for you to get hurt...You couldnât help it, though. Wanting to help that brat till the end...Because you see the good in people...You are simply too pure.â
âJaemin...Where are we going?â
âTo the next town...Where we will report a murderer that broke into Heatherâs summer homeâŚâ
You looked at him in disbelief. Surely, he wouldn't turn himself in.
âThe murderer is at large and we narrowly escaped, y/n...I got you out of the bear trap and we were able to get away in my carâŚâ
You shook your head. âJaemin, no...Theyâll never believe you...â
Jaemin shocked you by breaking down the same way he had the day before you left for the trip. âOfficers, please h-help us. Our friends are gone!â
You looked at him in disbelief. Did he fake crying before?
Well, you did think he was a tremendous actor. You just didnât know how right you were.
âJaemin, this is wrongâŚâ You started.
He sighed. âY/n...you worry too much...Now your life will be brighter...Itâll be perfect now. Perfect for the perfect girlâŚâ
You contemplated how the hell you could get away from Jaemin. Your options were limited as heâd taken your phone. You couldnât exactly run that far but you could find a way to slow him down. You noticed Heatherâs car off the side of the road. Itâd rammed into a tree. Jaemin must have tampered with Heatherâs car, you realized. He did admit to having a hand in their disappearance, after all.
You thought fast and with all of your strength you moved over to Jaeminâs side and turned the wheel so the car collided into the trees.
The impact was intense but youâd dodged most of the impact. Jaemin laid next to you, unconscious and bleeding.
You limped out of the car and checked Heatherâs car. As you feared, Renjun and Tzuyu died from the impact. It was a gruesome sight. They dealt with blunt trauma. Their heads were draining blood. You nearly puked again.
Before you broke down in tears, you thought fast and remembered Renjun and Tzuyu smoked. You rummaged through the glove compartment for a weapon or a phone...You came up short with Renjunâs lighter. Tzuyuâs phone had some battery left. The reception was low so you had to find a way to get to the next town to get reception.
So now what the hell were you going to do, you werenât going to light a car up on fire...And burn the evidence that was once Tzuyu and Renjun.
You noticed the gas leak that came from under the car. You got under the hood of Heatherâs car and found the gasoline tank leaking. You grabbed an empty Starbucks cup from the front seat and let the gasoline slip in.
___
You ran, not getting very far when Jaemin called out to you. He was able to walk normally and he was quickly catching up to you.
âY/n! Sweetheart! Where are you going? Without me...â Jaemin called out.
You turned quickly and found he walked over to you with an ax.
âFuck off, Jaemin!â You said, realizing he was just as capable of killing you.
âSweetheart, letâs just talk about this...I did this all for you...Because I love you...I want to make you happy. I want to marry you. Have twelve children...Ah, yes, you said twelve may be excessive...How does eleven kids sound?â
You rolled your eyes. He was fucking insane. You decided to provoke him. âWhat makes you think I would marry a deranged killer?â
Jaeminâs face was unreadable then. You hid the cup of gasoline away in your sweater. Pretending you've injured your arm so Jaemin wouldnât be the wiser.
âY/n, pleaseâŚâ
You entertained him by turning around.
âWhat, Jaemin? How could you possibly convince me that anything you did was okay?â
âIf you let me tryâŚâ Jaemin started. He got closer to you.
You waited for him to get closer and quickly doused him with the gasoline.
Jaemin coughed as some of the gasoline got in his mouth. ây/n, what are you-â
âGoodbye, Jaemin.â You ignited Renjunâs lighter and tossed it at him.
Jaemin clothes caught on fire. He yelled in agony as you watched him struggle. He threw the axe at you but he missed. You cried as you went back to Jaeminâs car and started up the ignition. Thank goodness, it still worked.
Jaemin immediately removed his clothes to remove himself from most of the flames and patted himself down. He immediately charged at you as you backed the car up from the tree.
You didnât think twice as you ran him over. Checking the rearview mirror and seeing the job hadnât been completed, you reversed the car and ran him over again.
You waited ten minutes to see that Jaemin was dead. You got out of the car and kicked his body to check for any movement. You got his heavy, lifeless body into the car with you. You checked his pulse again. He was dead. You checked multiple times because once again, you werenât about to become a movie cliche.
You made it to the next town and reported Jaeminâs murders and how you killed him in self-defense. You explained your weekend of terror and you were at the station all week for questioning. Your family joined you and consoled you as you told them all you knew.
The police scoured the mansion. They found Yangyangâs body in the pool house, beaten to a bloody pulp. They found Naeunâs body in her bed, like sheâd been in perpetual slumber. They found Heatherâs body in the hot tub, wrinkled and burnt. They found Heatherâs car where Tzuyu and Renjunâs bodies remained.
Jaemin told you the truth. He worked part-time at hardware store. He had been fired that day for snapping at one of the customerâs who was berating his wife. Before Jaemin left, he stole an ax. He really did get the ax, like heâd told you.
It turned out Jaemin tampered with the reception at Heatherâs house and because her house was already remote...Jaemin was able to use that to his advantage. He used the last of the reception before he cut it off to send the texts about Yangyang from a burner phone, which was uncovered in his Jeep. Yangyangâs phone was unlocked and the police uncovered his messages that were supposedly from his dealer, who he scheduled to meet with the night he disappeared. It turned out Jaemin hacked into the dealerâs phone to get Yangyang right where he wanted him. Jaemin did indeed tamper with the wires of Heatherâs car so Tzuyu and Renjunâs fates were sealed. The leftover lasagna Jaemin had prepared was analyzed and there were traces of crushed peanuts in the lasagna. Naeun had a severe peanut allergy. Naeunâs EpiPen was found with Jaeminâs other belongings. When youâd saved Naeun with your EpiPen, Jaemin took it upon himself to smother Naeun with a pillow in her sleep. Jaemin had planted bear traps around the front lawn, which was how he caught you and Heather. Heather died from heat exhaustion in the hot tub as she was tied up and restrained with bricks tied around her ankles. Jaemin had done all of this with gloved hands so no trace of his DNA could be found at the crime scenes. If it hadnât been for the evidence heâd hidden in his car, then the case wouldâve been more difficult to resolve.
Jaeminâs body was recovered at the crime scene. Thankfully, he was not a movie cliche where he up and left and awaited his next victim. He was dead to the world and most importantly, dead to you.
[Fin]
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Space Age Love Song
Summary: Falling in love with your best friend is never really easy, but it can be so worth it.
Pairing: Ray Stantz x astronomist!Reader // Warnings: bit of manipulative ex // Words: 2.2k
A/N: The process of writing these over the last few months was so intense, but it was so worth it. It was truly a work of the heart, and I hope you all love it as much as I do.
You met in 1982, almost two full years before Ghostbusters were even a thing, in a hallway on campus at Columbia University. It was almost two in the morning.
Youâd seen each other before in passing in the Chem and Physics building, on long nights, but youâd never spoken before.
All you really knew about him was that he had the sweetest smile youâd ever seen.
It was both of your first years out of your PhDs.
You had gotten a job at the school right out of the gate teaching incoming freshman.
From what you knew, he was working in an on-campus parapsychology research lab with two other graduates.
One of whom he had a second, parachemistry lab with.
You were working on some diagrams for the freshman students youâd be teaching that semester.
They were spread all over the wall in front of your office, since youâd run out of space in your tiny broom closet.
You had your Walkman in your pocket, your favorite tape on blast, and flecks of paint on your glasses.
Your budget from the university couldnât cover largely scaled, full-color pictures of the recent Voyager 2 Saturn discoveries, so you had taken it upon yourself to scale them yourself and paint them for your students to see.
Ray was on his way out of the lab that night, after having worked on developing some negatives and going over some tapes while Venkman (who was supposed to be helping) snoozed in his office chair.
He noticed from across the hallway how frenzied you were working and was genuinely surprised by how much energy you seemed to have.
When he got a little closer, you finally noticed him out of the corner of your eye.
You offered him a smile heâd seen several times before, a little bashful, but ultimately warm and very kind.
You tried to shimmy out of the way so he could get by you and your yellow, orange, and brown paints without much incident.
Now that he was closer, he could see your paintings. He noticed the mess on your hands, the brush tucked into your ear.
And he was in awe.
When he didnât pass you by as you expected him to, you looked at him.
He was talking!! You hadnât been paying attention!!
You pulled your headphones off your ears, and his voice suddenly flooded in to replace the music.
â-taken you to do this?â
He mustâve noticed the way your music was suddenly audible, because he suddenly redirected his attention from the painting to you, gave a light chuckle and gestured to your Walkman.
âSorry! Couldnât see the headphones, they kind of blended in with your hair.â
You returned his laugh.
You explained your situation to him, and the reasons behind your painting.
He thinks itâs incredible. Not just your artistic skill, but also your dedication to your students.
That is the moment the two of you are formally introduced.
You stand there and chat for a few minutes, and eventually part ways.
But thatâs not the last time you talk. Not by a long shot.
You see him a few more times to and from your class, and instead of just offering a smile, you always shoot him a âHi, Ray!â
He likes seeing you, truth be told. You always have an infectiously positive energy about you.
After a while, he finds he likes it so much, he stops to say hey to you even when heâs just passing by your open office door.
Youâre mostly acquaintances, but there are often times you find yourself wanting to get to know him more.
Like when you see him just absolutely gunning it down the hallway past your open office door with a colander on his head. Or the time you could hear a muffled âboomâ from the lab down the hall, followed by a similarly muffled cry of âSuccess!â
The day youâd finally begin your friendship would come a couple weeks later.
When he passed by your office, you were bent over your desk grading quizzes, looking stressed out of your mind. Your students just werenât getting the material and you were wonderingÂ
The sight stirred concern in him.
âHey,â heâd said, and youâd look up at him with tired eyes. He looked just as exhausted. âIâm headed out to get a coffee. Do you want to come?â
You accepted.
It was all uphill from there.
He told you some of the best jokes youâd ever heard, and you inspired a lot of dedication in him.
You became close with him, and youâd spend a lot of time in each otherâs labs.
It wasnât until you met the girl heâd started dating after you got to know him that you finally admitted to yourself that you had feelings for him.
It was so hard. Not just admitting it to yourself that you had fallen for him like a boulder in the ocean, but seeing him as happy as he was.
Her name was Suzanne, and theyâd end up being together for almost 7 months.
Around Ray youâd think she was the sweetest thing.
But when heâd leave you with her to go grab something from somewhere, she was bitter and catty.
She couldnât stand how much time the two of you spent together.
Youâd often sigh when you thought about them together. How wrong it was.
She didnât deserve him, and he was such a sweetheart willing to give people the benefit of the doubt that he didnât notice how thick her façade was.
Part of you didnât want to tell him about any of your interactions with her. You didnât want to be responsible for ruining things for him.
But, your better judgement knew that that wasnât right.
So, you talked to him about how sheâd been acting with you during their time together.
He trusted you, and decided to talk to Suzanne about it.
The next day, he came back to your office, and you instantly knew the conversation hadnât gone well.
His face was sullen in a way youâd never seen before, and it worried you.
You sat together for some coffee to talk it over.
Apparently, she became extremely defensive when he tried to talk to her about it.
As time went on while they were talking, he became increasingly aware of how controlling and toxic she was.
He also realized he really wasnât as happy as he had thought he was.
They broke it off.
He actually thanked you for taking the time to talk to him the way you did.
It was a bitter-sweet moment, but it reinforced your friendship.
It took a while for Ray to heal, but when he did, he was happier than he ever was.
You were happy that he was happy. Truly happy.
Youâd also given yourself time to come to terms with the fact that you were in love with him.
You were hesitant to tell him, afraid of ruining your friendship which was so dear to you.Â
But, deep down, you knew youâd have to tell him eventually.
One day he came to you talking about something heâd be working on that weekend.
One of Rayâs friends, Egon, told Ray about a meteor shower that could potentially generate crazy amounts of energy.
âYouâre the resident star-gazer,â he said with a kind, eye-twinkling smile, âWould you want to come see it with me? I wanted to get some readings when itâs going on.â
And, God, if you werenât completely crazy about him before, you certainly were now.
You agreed instantly.
That weekend, you two packed up the back of the 70s Chevy truck Ray inherited from his dad, and headed out to Allegany State Park for the night.
The roadtrip alone would be ingrained in your mind for the rest of your life.
You guys sang along to the radio the whole time, cracking jokes in the afternoon sun, and talking about anything and everything you could think of.
When you got to the park, that sweet, light-hearted energy lived on.
You were pretty much in the middle of nowhere, parked next to a ridge that overlooked the rest of the park.
You spent the first few hours hanging out, having some drinks out of the cooler youâd brought, and setting things up for the night ahead.
Youâd brought your best telescope, Rayâs equipment for his readings, a radio, and some blankets for when the spring night began to chill.
You were having such a good time that you barely noticed the way the sun was almost completely below the horizon.
You were really only made aware when your watch alarm started beeping.
âOh, hey,â you muttered, âIt should be starting soon!â
As the sun set further and the sky turned dark, the two of you sat curled up waiting for the first meteors to streak across the night.
At the first sign of a meteor, Rayâs electrical equipment starts beeping off the charts, and you could swear you'd never seen him so excited.
Heâs all but jumping between his electronics, noting to himself the various measurements of a form of energy that you didnât completely understand.
It only takes him about an hour to get what he needs.
âDo you want to go home,â you ask, and you hoped with all your heart that heâd say no.
And he did. âActually, I was thinking we could stay here a little longer. Enjoy the view for a little bit, if you want to.â
âYeah, Iâd love to,â youâd reply, and when he grinned at you, your heart warmed.
You both retired yourself to the bed of the truck, curled up in the blankets and just watching the streaks cross the sky.
Youâd turned on the radio, and were passing a thermos of hot chocolate between the two of you.
Youâd seen at least a few dozen celestial events in your life so far, but youâd never experienced one that had made you feel the way you did in that moment.
âYou know, I donât think Iâve ever really asked why you got into all this,â heâd say, gesturing to the meteor shower.
âHmm,â you mused, âNo, I donât think you have, actually.â He raised his eyebrows expectantly, silently urging you to go on.
And, of course, you do.
âWhen I was little, on a trip to Arizona, my family went out to the middle of nowhere, and I do mean nowhere,â you explained, âAnd when we got away from all the light pollution, it was still so bright outside from all the stars you could see.â
When you turned to look at him, he was staring right at you. You felt your face flush.
âI just remember wanting to learn everything I could about outer space,â you finished, âIâd never seen something so beautiful.â
When he looked back up at the stars, you leaned over and put your head on his shoulder, and you smiled.
You didnât want this moment to ever end.
The two of you spend some time quiet, just listening to the songs softly play over the radio.
A Flock of Seagulls comes on and you smile.
You absentmindedly hum along.
He slowly reaches an arm around your shoulders.
Heâs hoping you donât really notice.
You totally notice.
Doesnât take long for you to start singing under your breath.
"Saw your eyes, and they touched my mind. Though it took a while, I was falling in love.â
But itâs the soft muttered question of your name that really captures your attention.
You lift your head from his shoulder to look at him and you can swear that youâd never seen that look in his eyes before.
âIs everything ok,â you ask, concern tinting your tone.
You brushed your fingers across his cheekbone, and he all but leaned into your palm. The eyes that look back at you are stormy. Conflicted.
âYou know I could never ask of you what I want to ask you,â he sighed. âYouâre one of my best friends and I never want to lose having you in my life.â
The words nearly made you cry.
âYou donât have to ask,â you sniffled.
When you kissed him, it felt like coming home. It was warm and grounding.
Now you were crying. When you took a breath again you were crying and laughing.Â
âIâve wanted to do that for a while,â you confessed, your heart about ready to leap out of your chest. It nearly does when you hear him whisper, âMe too.â
The two of you spend the remainder of the night talking about whatever you can think of and giving small chuckles against one anotherâs lips.Â
You feel like youâre on cloud nine.
You decide to head home about an hour later, packing up the truck and watching light streak across the windshield as you drive out of the park.
âThis view was really something,â you say, smiling with your head leaning against the window.
And, as he looked at you in his passenger seat, holding one of his hands while he drove, he felt his heart swell with all the love he had for you.
âI had two beautiful views tonight.â
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How Will I Know? -part two
Pairing: Jethro Gibbs/reader
Summary: In which the reader finds out that Gibbs is in fact, in love with her too
Warnings: smut, NSFW 18+, oral receiving(female)
Itâs been three weeks since your discussion with Gibbs, and heâs been giving you the silent treatment all those 21 days. It was agony, and you felt so small whenever you were near him. His hard gaze towards you made you overthink and regret ever opening up to him like that, and it made it even harder to do your job with Abby. Forensics was hard enough, Gibbs made it even harder when he kept entering the office every hour.Â
âAbs! What do ya got?â He says, entering your shared office in a swift motion. You watch the two as they interact, Abby sharing the details of the prints you two had found on the Vicâs jacket.Â
âGreat job, Abs. Y/n, I expect you to do the same.â Your blood boils at Gibbsâ remark, but you swallow your pride and continue to work on finding DNA matches. Abby looks over to you and grimaces. âHe didnât take it well, did he?â He didnât at all, you think, acted like a big baby about it.Â
You sigh, looking down at your sample and face her. âNo he didnât. Heâs been giving me harder tasks and giving me the silent treatment for almost a month.â You swivel in your chair before getting up to continue your rant. âAbby, I thought  Gibbs and I were close. He opened up to me about more than heâs ever opened up to any of you guys, no offense.âÂ
âNone taken!â She responds. âMaybe heâs processing it, giving it some time to swish around in his little noggin. If it gets to a point where you canât take it anymore, talk to him, y/n. You deserve closure, at the least.â She hugs you, patting you on the crown of your head before getting back to work. The work day proceeds the same, catching the suspect before the two day period runs out.Â
âââ-
It was midnight when you guys had finished, and you and Gibbs were the only ones left at your desks. Itâs been hell working in silence; usually you two would find something to talk about, maybe you would ask him about his boat or he would ask you about your latest puzzle. Either way, it was awkward and uncomfortable.Â
âGibbs?â You ask, the waver in your voice instantly detectable.Â
He doesnât look up from his paperwork. âYes, y/L/n?â He hasnât said called you by your last name since you were a probie, and that was the last straw.
You shift in your seat, âI think itâs about high time you give me an explanation!â His head snaps up, a glare already storming in his steely blue eyes. âIâve been honest with you on how I felt about you. Was it the perfect time and place? No. But I donât regret it. The only thing that I regret about this is letting you leave without telling me the truth.â Heâs silent for a moment, trying to call your bluff; only to be found with tears in your eyes and the devastation wreaking havoc on the color of them.
Itâs not long until he gets up, reaching to your desk in a few long strides. You can feel your heart hammering in you chest, and the nervousness ate at the pit of your stomach.
âJethro, are you-?â He yanks you up with one hand, not too rough, but enough to pull you flat to his chest , the warmth of his body seeping into your skin. You smell him; sawdust and bourbon. Smoky with just a hint of manliness.
âI have tried incredibly hard to keep my distance from you because all I want to do is kiss you.â You knew Gibbs wasnât one for words but even the simplest of sentences behold the deepest meanings. You looked into his eyes, memorizing the image of yourself reflecting back at you, hoping that you will be for his eyes only now on.
âThen kiss me,â you say, craning your neck for him as he dips into your mouth, growling at the taste of your lips against his. His hands travel further, cupping both of your ass cheeks and pressing you into him. You gasp into his mouth, scratching at the base of Jethroâs neck.
âJethro, please I-â You whine, backing up into your computer desk, careful of knocking down the computer. âWhat do you need, babygirl?â You could feel the corner of something digging into your back but you didnât care.Â
âI want you. All of you.â You say, against his lips that were still currently attacking yours.Your hands found their way under his shirt, feeling the warmth and rigidness of his muscled back. His lips leaves yours, dragging a whine out of you from the loss of contact.Â
âMeet me at my place, tomorrow evening. Dinnerâs on me, you bring the bourbon.â He leaves you a sweet kiss, another following on the corner of your mouth. You pack up and are about to leave when he stops you. âBy the way, you were never just a friend to me.â
You sigh, grinning up at him. âYou sure you donât want to come to my place? I can think of a few ways to prove myself to you. Well, more or less, show you.â He smirks, chuckling before playing with the strap of your bra, peeking out from underneath your short sleeve top.Â
âWell, as much as I believe you can show me, I also believe in the art of suspense and surprise. So, tomorrow at eight.âÂ
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The time to go over Gibbsâ place tonight was almost upon you, the hour hand reaching 6:30. You were in the shower, currently listening to every power-up song there was, and scrubbing your skin until it was red. Once you knew that youâve been in the shower for way too long, you stepped out, wrapping a fluffy towel around you and hurried to your bedroom to pick out your outfit. You didnât want to dress up to much, knowing that Jethro would most likely be wearing a button up t-shirt and jeans. You settled on a tight black shirt, paired with simple blue jeans. You had opted to curl your hair, letting it fall into loose waves and for your makeup, simple but with a bold red lip. It was 7:30 by the time you were done getting ready, so you packed up the bottle of wine and headed to his his house.
The phone rang a few times before he picked up. âYeah, Gibbs.âÂ
âYou still answer your phone like that with your significant others?â You say, smiling as you turn down his street.Â
âWho said you were my girlfriend?â He asks, the joking evident in the way he chuckles at the end.Â
âWell, what Iâm wearing under my clothes and the way you kissed me last night said otherwise.â You park your car in his driveway. âNow open up Marine or Iâm leavinâ.â The phone call ends and the door opens, revealing Jethro, who actually looked like sex on legs. He donned a jean button up, and cargo pants.Â
âWow.â Is all he says, watching as your chest gleamed under the light of his kitchen. âWow, yourself.â You respond, leaning in to kiss his jaw. âYou looking like that makes me wanna skip dinner and get to the fun stuff.â He smiles, looking down at your smirking face. âWell, if you keep talkinâ like that, I might end up being hungry for somethinâ else.â He leads you to the kitchen were he made an excellent dinner of steak, potatoes, and some veggies.Â
âWhy did I known you were a meat and potatoes kind of guy?â You quip, watching as he smirks at you before cutting into his steak.Â
âIâm a simple man, y/n. I know what I like.â You knew that his last sentence has a double entendres, and it makes the corners of your mouth quirk up a bit.Â
âI donât doubt that you do.â You say, and the two of you eat your dinner in a comfortable manner, it felt natural, like you knew that fate had brought you together, but you wouldnât tell him that, not yet. You still had the fear of losing him, of him pushing you away like he did with his ex-wives, and you didnât want to ever be referred to as Jethroâs ex-wife.Â
âSomething on your mind?â He asks, cutting through the silence and shaking you out of your head.Â
âOh, itâs nothing. Just thinking.â You shrug, forking more veggies into your mouth.Â
âNothing is always something. What are you thinking about?â he puts his fork down and rest his elbows on the table, folding his hands. You sigh, putting your fork down.
âItâs gonna sound embarrassing if I tell you.âÂ
âNo, it wonât.â
âWell,â you begin, the fear in your throat rising. âYou know how I feel about you, and Iâm just thinking about why I took this job in the first place. I love forensics and working with Abs is just one of the many perks of the job.â
He laughs, â She is a character.âÂ
âBut, I think the biggest perk there was, is you.â You look up at him, and find him walking up to your chair, and lifting you up from it. âYeah, I think Iâd agree too.â His hands ghost up your arms, leaving goosebumps in their wake. His lips find your neck, leaving wet, hot kisses causing you to moan softly and grab his biceps in an attempt to stable yourself.Â
âJethro...â you mumble, watching as he stares down at you with his steely blue eyes, looking at how the icy blue ring deepens with lust. His lips are on yours in a flash, and something tells you he couldnât handle not kissing you for long. You match his pace, a kiss full of gnashing teeth and hot breath. Your hands reach up to wrap around his neck. âGod, you taste so good, J.â You feel his shit-eating grin on your lips before you pull away.
You grab the bottle of wine and two glasses. âMeet me upstairs in ten minutes.â You wink at him before walking off upstairs, not without adding an extra sway to your hips.Â
âââââââ-
The Marine had finished cleaning up dinner in record time, and you had finished putting lotion all over your body, brushing your teeth, and positioned yourself in just your panties on his bed; they were lace, of course. It was when you heard Jethro coming up the stairs that the excitement starts eating at the pit of your stomach. Youâre sipping on your third glass of wine when he opens the door and stops in his tracks when he sees you.
âWell, Iâll be damned.â He states, his eyebrows raised with a smirk. âyouâre looking real pretty right about now.â He can tell your nipples are perked, and are in desperate need of attention. âWell, donât just stand there with your mouth open, come put it to good use, mister.â He smirks, his hands in his pockets as the tightness in his pants grew, he felt it as he was walking towards you. Shoving his socks and shoes off, he climbs on the bed, taking your wine glass and sipping it with once again, a smirk. Setting your wine glass on the bedside table, he envelops your lips in a fiery kiss, licking into your mouth and tasting the Cabernet on your tongue. His hands find your hips, squeezing as he breaks contact with your lips. He sits up as you climb into his lap, your arms ghosting over his broad shoulders meanwhile grinding into his bulge.Â
âI love you,â you remind him, watching as his lips turn into this wide smile, as if the heavens opened up to him, and that would be alright because he could die a happy man right about now.Â
âI love you, too.â He kisses you, and maybe you were just in a daze but you felt every emotion in his kiss. As if he was telling you something without actually telling you. His lips trail further down your collarbone, sending chills through your spine and when he reaches your taut nipples, it causes you to let out a high-pitched gasp. His tongue swirls around your teased bud, nipping it a little.
âFor years, Iâve dreamt of knowing what was under these clothes of yours, and you know what? My imagination is nowhere close to the real thing.â He lays you down, watching as your hair cascades against his pillow. âIâm gonna show you what itâs like to be with a man, sweetheart.â You giggle at him, but itâs suppressed once he dives into your pussy. Licking and sucking at the small bundle of nerves you know most men canât find.Â
âOh, Jethro!â You gasp, hands tangling themselves into his short silver locks. âJust like that... just like thatâ you mumble, his fingers working your tight hole, hot, wet, and tight. You were nearing your release when he releases his fingers and mouth, coming back up to kiss you before shedding off the rest of his clothes. âWha-â he smirks down at you, before tugging at his cock, entering you  in a swift motion. Your gasp was swallowed by another kiss, but he didnât move, allowing you to adjust to his larger size. Once you tap his shoulder, he moves, slowly but gradually picking up pace once he hears your tiny whimpers and mewls.
âSo fucking tight,â he adds, his sharp and heavy thrusts causing your breasts to bounce, and his large hand moved from the pillow by your head to capture your breast. You left out a high-pitched moan as his thrust sends you into overdrive, nails scraping at his shoulders while you moan out his name like a mantra.
âGood girl,â he moans, getting close to his end as well. His thrusts start to sloppy and with a guttural groan, he comes, spilling his hot seed inside you.
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Your fingers were trailing his face, committing his looks to memory, as if one day youâd wake up and he wouldnât be there. Youâre figuring heâs doing the same since heâs looking at you like youâre the only one in the world whoâs made him feel so strongly about someone. There were no need for words, because everything has already been said.
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All The Hurt - Chapter 3
Pairing: Peter Parker x fem!reader
Warnings: ANGST, Peter was an ass, reader is a hurt and petty bitch, fluff to make up for the angst, curse words, lots of âcoincidencesâ, horrible description of death and feelings lmfao Iâm sorry
Word Count: 4.5k
A/N: dis a long one HAHAH
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You groggily twisted in your bed as you tried to find the nagging nuisance that interrupted your peaceful slumber that barely lasted five hours. Your vision slowly focused as you rubbed your eyes vigorously, still searching for that damned alarm clock that you couldnât seem to find.
âFor fuckâs sake,â you grumbled, turning on the lamp beside your bed and hissing at the sharp light that was out to attack your pupils. The alarm clock, which somehow made its way onto the floor, read 7:00 AM, September 14th.
You scratched the side of your head, wondering why on earth your past self decided to wake you up this early on a random day.
Until it clicked.
September 14th. The Academic Decathlon competition that was being held in D.C. - the one your team had been preparing for months on end.
With all the ruckus thatâs happened in the past few months, the competition was filed under the âunimportant eventsâ cabinet in your mind. Truthfully, you didnât really want to go. The only reason you were in decathlon was because you and Peter had a competition going to see who could get into as many after-school activities as possible while keeping their grades up. Plus, he said your intelligence would be an asset to the team.
It was stupid, really, but you both found joy in watching the other succeed, and at the time, Peter thought itâd be a push for you considering you were demotivated to study.
After he left you, you quit everything else besides decathlon. When you tried to, they told you you werenât allowed to due to your name already being written down as one of the teamâs members. You slacked off and often avoided going to the after-school practice altogether, hence why you forgot about it.
However, right now, it wasnât a burden you had to bear. You were grateful for the upcoming distraction, and you thanked God Peter was somehow able to spontaneously quit the team the other day, the 'Stark Internship' granting him access to do so. Luckily for you, that meant some form of escape without having to be around him.
You felt yourself become lighter already, and you quickly got ready for the fast-approaching competition.
Once found your team waiting by the bus, you were greeted by a disoriented-looking Flash, making you giggle as you approached him while giving everyone you passed by a smile. âYou look like shit.â You commented when you reached him at the back of the lengthy bus.
âI feel like it,â he groaned, his forehead pressing into the side of the vehicle, âIâm so not a morning person.â
You rolled your eyes and handed him the iced coffee you bought for him on the way, âI know, thatâs why I got you this.â You said, shaking the beverage and holding it out for him, "Drink up, Eugene. We got people to beat. And before you ask, yes it has almond milk in it.â
He lifted his head and looked at the coffee in surprise, then back at you, âYouâre a lifesaver.â He said, engulfing you in a hug so suddenly you had to hold onto the side of the bus to keep you both from falling back.
You teasingly shook your head and patted him on the back, âI know, I know. Iâm amazing.â
âI donât disagree.â He said, pulling back and taking the coffee from your hands with a small âthank you.'
You stared at him as he slurped on his drink and sighed in bliss, and wondered what it would be like if he treated everyone the way he treated you.
You knew of his past and understood why his actions came from a place of hurt and nothing more. During these past few months, Flash helped you open your eyes and made you more understanding of people. Especially those who tried to cover up their pain by pushing others away in self-preservation, in fear of showing others who they truly were because they were afraid of being hurt, taken advantage of, or even worse, mocked for it.
At the simple gesture of getting him coffee, he seemed shocked that you even remembered his order, let alone got him something. Your empathetic side was much stronger than you thought itâd be, you realized, your heart aching for the misunderstood boy who stood in front of you.
âWhat?â Flash inquired with furrowed eyebrows, capturing the metal straw once more (because plastic ainât it).
You were about to make a joke about how you were staring at him to process how ugly he was when Abe gleefully yelled, âHey, itâs Peter!â And pointed ahead of him.
You swore your heart stopped for a moment, the voice in your head repeating the word âno'.
Your eyes widened as you slowly turned around in astonishment to find that, yes, it really was Peter, in the flesh.
And heâs asking to rejoin the team, but you were still caught up in his presence.
And how much you hated it.
Of course he showed up. Last fucking minute.
Boiling anger shot up to your throat and escaped through your mouth with a growl, âNo, no way,â you walked towards him, eyes burning with rage as he backed up, âYou canât just quit, make a grand last minute entrance and be welcomed back.â
Of course, he was welcomed back by all but you and Flash, but that didnât make a difference to anyone else no matter how many times you whined and objected.
âOne more smart team member couldnât hurt,â Mr. Harrington said.
And thatâs how he ended up taking his seat about two rows behind yours, as you and Flash took your designated spots in the front. All the memories of him being Spider-Man fogged up your brain like you couldnât see anything but him in the suit. It was infuriating how just him being there seemed to fuck with you.
What really pushed you to the edge was that you caught him looking at you. And not just stealing glimpses, no, you mean full-on gawking.
The audacity, you thought, exhaling loudly through your nose.
You found it hard to answer Lizâs training questions correctly. How could you? You were consciously aware of his presence, and consciously aware that he could be hearing your thundering heart if he concentrated enough.
Okay, so you may have done a little bit of research about him and watched a couple of his one minute interviews with reporters. None of them explained how he got said powers, but in one he told the interviewer all his senses were far, far more advanced than normal humans.
You wondered if he ever got a sensory overload.
Your thoughts were interrupted by the ring of a bell and his answer that followed, his voice echoing in your head. When you answered incorrectly for the second time, you decided to give it a rest. You plugged in your earbuds, raised the volume as high as it would go, and wished you could tune out your thoughts like you did to the world.
You were already awake when you reached your destination. While the rest of the students were in awe of how big it was, you and Flash werenât.
Once all rooms were assigned, Peter and Ned immediately dashed to theirs without waiting to hear Lizâs plans to "act rebellious as a group". Normally, that wouldnât raise any suspicions, but now that you knew about Peterâs little secret, you were skeptical. They must be doing something related to Spider-Man.
You ignored the dull pain in your chest.
And as much as you wanted to find out, you were drained. Thinking had seemed to take up most of your energy, which was something you needed in order to win. So, you grabbed your spare key card to the room you shared with Sally Avril and searched the second floor for Room 249 together.
Sally and you werenât exactly friends, but you talked a few times and said hello to each other via a nod when you passed each other in the hallways. She agreed to be your science partner for this quarterâs project, and you knew that she was incredibly bright for her age, so you didnât mind rooming with her for a while.
When the both of you were out of breath and complaining about your backs aching from your heavy backpacks, you thankfully found your room.
And, what do you know? It was exactly across the fucking hall from Peterâs.
You annoyingly rolled your eyes and hastily swiped your card on the card reader, pushing the door with your foot and throwing your backpack onto the bed before flopping on it with a groan, your tiredness leaving you and allowing anger to fuel you instead.
âYou okay?â Sally asked, always the sweetheart, shutting the door and placing her own backpack on the bed, taking her possessions out.
âJust peachy,â you sarcastically mumbled, your face squished between the pillows. You could only describe their scent as hotel rooms, but they were cool enough to help put out a little bit of the fire that you still had within you. You took a deep breath and pushed yourself up, leaning on your elbows, âIâm gonna go check the gym out.â
A while back, you learned how to manage your anger by using it to your advantage. The excess adrenaline helped pump your energy and allowed you to finish your workout faster, which in turn made you stronger and defused the storm within you. You took your gym clothes to the bathroom and changed before yelling out a goodbye to Sally and exiting your room.
As you shut the door behind you, you looked up in time to make eye contact with Peter, who stood behind his glass window and froze upon meeting your eyes. You scoffed and turned away, and he sighed and continued closing the curtains to his room, obstructing anyone from seeing him remove the tracker from his suit.
When the clock struck 10 pm, you heard a secret knock that meant Liz was here to take your asses to sneak into the pool as a group. You tiredly tied your robe around your body as Sally opened the door, squealing and giving Liz a hug. The group was buzzing with excitement, and you werenât 100% sure of it, but you were certain this was the most rebellious thing theyâve ever done.
It was adorable how innocent they were.
While the students ran down the hall, you slowed your pace down to walk beside Flash, who waited for you at the end of the line they formed and handed you a snickers bar - your absolute favorite.
âAw,â you cooed, finger tapping his nose, "Is this a thank you for the coffee this morning?â
âYeah, yeah,â Flash scrunched his nose and flicked your hand away.
âWhat's up with you lately?â You asked, peeling away at the barâs wrapper and taking a large bite, âYouâve been so touchy and caring. I mean, youâve given me more hugs this week than you have in your entire life.â
Flashâs ears turned red as he pursed his lips and looked down at his bare feet, âIâm not being touchy.â
You stopped and turned to face him with a tilted head and cocked eyebrow. He sighed, âYou almost died, Y/n,â he admitted with a small voice, tracing all your scars with his eyes, "I donât know, I just...I donât want to lose you, you know? It was scary.â
Your demeanor softened and you gave him a gentle smile. Flash wasnât one to open up and express his feelings properly, but it warmed your heart that he tried to with you. You wrapped your arms around him once more, calmly rubbing his back, âI donât wanna lose you, either.â
He snorted and pulled back, jabbing your side and making you squeal, âYeah, who wouldnât?â
You jokingly pushed at his shoulders, âI could give you a fucking list.â
The two of you laughed in the hallway as you looked up to see that you were almost at Peterâs door, where he stood there talking to Liz alone. Or, more accurately, both of them exchanging love eyes that made them fumble with their words and made a visible blush rise to their cheeks.
You rolled your eyes with disgust and gagged in revulsion while your heart clenched so hard you had to put a hand on your chest to make sure it was still beating.
And boy, was it beating, all right.
Flash was quick to notice your actions and tried to get them to separate, cupping his hands over his mouth, âYo, loser,â he called out, making Peter turn, âStay here. Iâm sure Iron-Man is gonna need your help rescuing kittens that are stuck on trees.â
You let out a chuckle and grabbed Liz by her arm when you got close enough, âCome on, donât waste your time with him. Heâs got civil duties to get to.â You threw a deadly glance at him and dragged Liz with you to the pool, failing to notice Peterâs crest-fallen face.
Who cares about him, though? You were here to win a competition and get the trophy - maybe thatâll prove to your dad that youâre worth something, and if that fails, itâs still pretty cool to have accomplished something.
You ended up teaming up with Abe and successfully pushing Flash into the pool, high-fiving Abe before he canon-balled in himself. You giggled, watching your teammates gesture you to come in, but you shook your head and took a seat in one of the chairs.
âOh, come on, Y/n. Just come in for a minute.â Â
âIâm not a swimmer, Flash. Iâll be here, just not in there.â
Your body was aching from the lack of sleep and constant moving around. Plus, you really werenât much of a swimmer. You quietly took a seat beside MJ as she read a book you once read as well, the chair making a screeching sound that made you cringe and alerted MJ of your presence.
âCan I help you with something?â She asked, flipping to the next page and reading on, but somehow she saw you throw a glance at her.
âNah,â you crossed your arms and leaned back, watching as Liz got splashed with water by both Cindy and Abe, who then proceeded to dunk Flashâs head in the water and high-fived, âjust recognized the book, sâall.â
She hummed and nodded, and you saw her peek up at you from the corner of your eye, âGood taste. Iâd like you if you werenât a bully.â
âGuess youâll never like me, then.â You replied, monotony lacing your voice, immediately putting an end to the conversation that was only beginning to bloom. You knew she was going to transform it into another âwhat youâre doing isnât rightâ lecture, but youâve heard enough of it from Jane.
A tense silence settled between you two as her words settled in your mind. A bully. Thatâs exactly what you were seen as. You guessed people donât exactly see what caused the change in behavior, but they see the change itself.
You placed the back of your head against the concrete wall and stared up, looking through the built in glass that allowed the moonâs light to bleed into the pool, fully brightening it up until the shadow of a figure covered the view. Him.
Him clad in his latex suit with a backpack on, hands holding the mask that would hide his identity from the rest of the world.
You saw him staring at her.
You felt your heart fall to the pit of your stomach, where it seemed to only cause a burning sensation - jealousy. You were looking at him while he was too busy looking at someone else, and that seemed to have followed you your entire life, even when you werenât friends.
You gulped and turned away before you ever saw his line of vision move over to you, wondering and wondering.
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The next morning, you stood in front of Flashâs room with your hands on his shoulders as you tried to calm him down.
âHoly shit. Holy shit, I canât do this, Y/n,â He said, rubbing his forehead. His shoulders were rising and falling at a quick pace beneath your palms as he took shallow breaths, nerves practically spewing out of him.
Who knew Flash was a worry wort?
âOkay, Flash, listen to me,â you grabbed his face and tilted it towards you so you could look him in the eye, âThis competition is just a competition. It doesnât prove your worth to anyone.â Thatâs not what you thought of yesterday, "Your grades and results donât determine how smart you are, all right? Theyâre just numbers and letters, and those donât make up who you are. And besides,â you gestured to the group of people that were across the hall knocking on Peter and Nedâs door, âif youâre so worried, weâve got a whole bunch of smart-asses whoâll make up for your stupidity.â
You gave him a teasing smile and relaxed when he shook his head with a chuckle.
âYouâve got this, Eugene.â
He took a deep breath and nodded his head in affirmation, âYeah. Yeah, Iâve got this."
âAttaboy! Thatâs the spirit!â You said, punching him in the shoulder and laughing when he held his arm in pain.
The concoction from the other side of the hall seemed to have risen above your laughter, making you and Flash exchange a look before running over.
âWhatâs going on?â Flash asked, causing everyone to turn.
âThe boys wonât come out, and if they donât weâll be late,â Liz answered, checking the watch on her wrist and tugging the ends of her ponytail stressfully.
âOh, for fuckâs sake,â You mumbled, rolling your eyes and elbowing your way through the crowd until you reached the door.
âNed! Parker! Get the fuck out of this room or so help me God I will fucking break the door down!â You yelled, repeatedly slamming your fist on the door as it shook from the force.
To your surprise, the door immediately swung back to reveal a sweaty Ned and a missing Peter. Before he was going to say something, you asked, âWhere is he?â
Ned stood there like a gaping fish, opening and closing his mouth with broken words falling out, âHe..uh, he..wonât be able to make it?â
âHe left?â
Ned took a shaky breath in and toyed with the hem of his shirt, âM-maybe..â
Typical Peter. Running away when he was needed.
âOf course he did,â you pinched the bridge of your nose then turned to Liz, âweâre just gonna have to leave without him.â You shrugged, watching as Lizâs shoulders deflated.
She looked mad, worried, and at the same time disappointed. You guessed it had something to do with whatever they were talking about yesterday.
You also guessed he left due to something that had to do with Spider-Man, but you didnât have enough evidence to prove it to yourself. Regardless of how you wanted to feel, you started getting rather distressed. You wondered if he left after seeing you guys in the pool, where he was, if he was all right, why he hasnât come back - all questions that could be answered by Ned, you realized. But you didnât want to risk it.
So, you made your way to the competition with murmuring nerves and trembling hands. You blamed it on the competition, but you knew deep down that it was Peterâs absence that was troubling you.
Either way, you thanked God for MJâs intelligence that won you the competition.
Hugs were being exchanged all around and pride flowed between your teammates as a golden trophy was handed to your team.
To celebrate, you made your way to the Washington Monument, where youâd be given a boring tour and promised an 'unforgettable view.â However, there was a tugging feeling in your stomach as Flash asked Mr. Harrington if he could tell Peter that he was expelled. He still hasnât shown up. Your mind raced with possibilities, and only got worse as the monument's elevator ascended.
Until it abruptly stopped and aggressively shook in its place, causing panic to spread among your group as dust fell upon everyone from the hole that seemed to have appeared above you, covering you from head to toe. Smoke began to fill the elevatorâs confined space and-
And this was starting to feel like Delmarâs all over again.
You were frightened, hands shaking and tears welling up in your eyes as oxygen barely made its way into your lungs only to come out again. Your eyes were glued to the hole in the elevatorâs roof, as if itâd somehow close up again if you stared at it long enough. It felt as if you were looking at the inside of oneâs body - it was a sight you were never meant to see, and now, here you were, seeing it. You saw the wires and pulleys that kept the elevator in its place, and you couldnât describe how wrong it was.
âOkay, guys, I know that was scary but our safety systems are working. Weâre very safe in here.â The lady assured in the most tedious way possible. It was like you werenât about to meet death himself. Like everything was okay.
It wasnât.
âNo, lady! No, weâre clearly not!â You yelled as you collapsed to the floor, clutching your head and rocking back and forth.
âOkay, Y/n, breathe, breathe.â Mr. Harrington crouched down to your level, inhaling and exhaling slowly as if thatâd help you. You could hardly focus on anything but the fact that you felt like you were going to die.
Death seemed to chase you wherever you went, like you were cursed, and now these people were going to go down with you, with no superhero to come swooping in because you didnât know where he was.
Oh my God, why is this happening?
Flash hastily looked around and pointed to a small opening on the side of the elevator, âWe can open that! We can open that and get out through there!â He said, and the others got to work right away.
Ned carried the lady on his shoulders as she successfully pushed it open, allowing new air to come through, the group taking a large, collective inhale. Flash kneeled down beside you, and rubbed your back, promising you everything will be okay, which calmed you down enough to stand up.
You were still scared, hands were still shaking, but you knew you had to put others before you. So you concealed them from everyoneâs view, and helped your teammates safely climb out to where a group of security guys was waiting to pull them out.
Cindy went up first, then Abe, Sally, and the dude with glasses you could never remember the name of, until you, Flash, Mr. Harrington, Liz, and Ned remained.
They all suggested you go first, but you refused and told them youâd be fine with assisting them. Flash was up next.
The minute he jumped off the elevatorâs surface to grab ahold of the security guardâs hand, the wires which held the elevator in its place snapped and you began your fast descend, screaming into oblivion as your heart rattled inside your ribcage.
A strong force stopped the elevator from falling further for a second before it started falling again, not giving you enough time to catch your breath. It hit a large metal ground, hard, and that seemed to stop it and made you fall on your knees and bust the rest of the glass.
You breathed harshly, thinking it was over, basking in sweet relief until Spider-Man fell from the hole into the elevator and pushed it down even further, prompting the elevator to plunge at an even faster rate, and both Liz and Ned to let out an ear-deafening scream that made its way to your stomach, twisting and turning it while your knuckles turned white from the death grip you had on the railing.
There's your second chance at death, because apparently, one time wasnât enough.
With his quick thinking, though, Spider-Man raised his arm and shot his web to the ceiling of the building, holding on as he planted his legs on the corner of the elevator, and pulling as it hung in the air.
He looked around the elevator, pausing for a second on your curled up body, before clearing his throat, âHey, how you doinâ?â He said, thickening his New York accent, âdonât worry about it, I got you.â
Ned - like he wasnât about to fucking die - began fangirling over his best friend as he yelled out multiple 'yes's and bounced up and down, making the elevatorâs wheels creak, threatening to fall once again.
"Hey, hey, hey, big guy! Quit movinâ around!â Spider-Man scolded Ned, his voice returning back to normal as he tugged on the web to slowly pull the lift up.
Your insides were still flipped and in all the wrong places, mind frozen as you sat on the ground, still rattled, with tears pushing hard against your waterline. Your breathing was loud and labored, which caught Lizâs attention.
âHey,â she sat down beside you, voice husky, still half dazed herself, âweâre gonna be okay.â She said, almost as if she was trying to convince herself with her words, "Weâre safe now.â
She paused for a moment, "I know what happened to you at Delmarâs-â You saw Spider-Manâs head swerve towards the both of you for a second as you inhaled sharply. â-but youâre okay. Weâre all going to be fine.â
You tilted your head towards her, tracing over her messed up hair and flushed cheeks, dirt painting her face but a small, hopeful smile sat on her lips. You managed to give her a nod and a squeeze of her hand in acknowledgment. Though it did nothing to calm you down, you were still grateful for her sincerity and effort in trying to do so.
âAll right, everyone out.â Spider-Man demanded once you reached the level where the security guards were waiting. His grunting made it sound like he didnât have as much time as he needed, and every person made their way out slowly but carefully.
You shakily stood on your legs, waiting for everyone to get out and counting down until it was your turn. Three, Ned was out first. Two, Mr. Harrington made it to the other side. One, Liz was safely out as she looked back at you and stretched her arm, palm open and awaiting your own.
You quickly skidded across the floor, and just as your skin touched hers, the web broke into two with a splick sound.
And for the next second you were falling to your death, all on your own.
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