#anyway just wanted to scribble him in that look again
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Just a concept I wonât write a proper fic for, but I thought youâd enjoy. Off anon because Iâm putting in a specific detail Iâm probably including in a fic I will write properly at some point, so might as well.
Hob works for a cleaning company. They give him the keys, the address, and have him go to town on the empty houses for however many days it takes. Yeah, days, because weâre not talking just any houses, but big fuckoff mansions that havenât seen a duster in decades. You know, the sort of houses that might have loads of antique and/or expensive stuff in them. So much of it, even, that no one will notice if Hob takes home a few pieces (read: sells them to the best bidder).
Hob gets called to the Burgess house because the owner is going on a months-long business trip, and like the spoiled rich cunt he is he wants the house cleaner than he left it when he returns, but has no intentions of paying the regular staff while heâs away.
Honestly? The house doesnât look promising. Hob has a look around as he cleans and thereâs a lot of old books, but itâs hard to guess the value of those to begin with and this⊠is some pretty obscure stuff? Looks cult-y to Hob, and heâs not about to fuck with that. He does find a huge fucking ruby pendant, but he has a feeling Burgess will notice that missing. There is a locked basement, though. Thatâs promising.
The key to the basement is hard enough to find, which is also very promising, but when Hob unlocks the door heâs met with⊠a dingy, dark, damp basement, and is that a fucking moat? A hint of gold draws his eye, and thatâs when he sees it.
A big glass and steel⊠container? Surrounded by a circle of golden lines and scribbles on the floor. Again, looks cult-y⊠no. Not a container. A cage. Thereâs something in there, something with tiny white pinpricks for eyes.
Too curious for his own good, Hob gets closer, using his lighter to illuminate the space. And what he sees is⊠a man. A beautiful, very naked, reed-thin yet muscular man, but a man. Except for the eyes, black as night with gleaming pupils. And only for a moment. Heâs only a man for a moment, because when Hob gets close (in a hurry to free him, Hobâs not a saint, Hobâs fucked with human trafficking before but heâs bloody not doing that again-), the man transforms.
His shape doesnât change much -prominent ribs, long limbs, lean muscles- but he does get bigger, taller. The shock of ink-black hair on his head spreads all over his body, short mostly with big longer tufts at his chest, groin, elbows and⊠ears. He has large cat-like ears now, and a long tail to match, and a carnivoreâs teeth.
Something about the man stays so human, though. His expression, just something about him, that makes Hob not want to run.
âI wasnât going to hurt you.â He eyes up the creature, basically a were-panther? Were-feline of some sort? Anyway, an 8 feet tall big cat in human shape, and Hob ponders just how deeply he wants to fuck himself. He doesnât care about losing his job, bugger that, but⊠âWill you kill me, if I get you out of this? Iâd really like to get you out of this.â
Thereâs no answer, but there is a very human expression of surprise. Maybe he cannot speak. Hob remembers the books, though, and the scribbles on the floor. The glass is thick, but Hob is pretty damn strong, and smart enough to figure out the rest.
Turns out that Dream (thatâs the manâs name) is a very powerful, very magical shapeshifter. He can speak, just not without air to breathe. And heâs very very grateful Hob freed him from a hell of loneliness, suffocation and starvation. Heâs not open about his gratitude, at first, and haughty as hell about it later, but he really quite likes Hob. As he stays at Hobâs place (technically in-case-Iâm-caught-robbing safehouse) he becomes quite affectionate and possessive with Hob, proprietary even⊠and Hob is not the type to turn down a beautiful man. Or a beautiful big cat, as it turns out.
Hob is especially delighted to find that the big âspinesâ on Dreamâs huge feline cock arenât sharp things like on a house cat, but rather cartilage not unlike on a human eartip, which bend this way and that and make Dream hiss in pleasure when Hob takes his cock in hand, and feel so so good inside Hob â€
Ommggg my friend this is such a good concept, there are so many details that I love and appreciate! I really like the idea of Hob having a cleaning company that's a cover up to steal stuff. The idea of him rifling through antiques just really appeals to me. He enjoys the history of it all, as well as the money that he earns on those little trinkets!
And were-panther Dream!! I love him already. The idea of him basically deciding that Hob belongs to him now is so hot! Even in human form Dream is strong and tall, especially when he's no longer starving. He can pick Hob up and throw him around... and his paws in feline form feel incredible as they press against Hobâs chest and pin him to the bed. Dream growls softly against his ear, pants hot breath and against his neck and absolutely ravishes Hob until he can barely walk... and then he uses his big sensitive cat tongue to lick every drop of his seed from Hobâs body <3
So yeah. Big fan of this whole concept. Would LOVE to read more from you, dear friend! Thank you for sharing!
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Had the random urge to doodle KTJL Boomie in that black v-neck casual he had in the 1987 suicide squad comics cos đ
#Captain boomerang#George digger Harkness#suicide squad#suicide squad kill the justice league#suicide squad ktjl#my art#love that they used to have more casual wear tbh#isherwoodâs boomer was nice to look at ahah those arms tho#anyway just wanted to scribble him in that look again#also the lil hair curl
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anyway the comic update should be next week (3pgs left) until then a ghillie König warm up scribble bc i finally caved and got the sloth pak and am Obsessed with how much more creepy he looks đđ
the pic that started it all:
#i never spend money on games other than the initial Game itself but MAN#it passed my rule of dont buy it unless u consistently think abt it for days and well it passed#i do want to get the whole ghost n soap pack too but brother that shit too much money im willing to spend#now i just need his peanut butter edition đ#he looks even creepier than his default skin (how hot of him) but i play like a clown so therefor he looks like a clown#BUT homie showed me how to do private matches with bots so i can practice without the feeling of sheepish embarrassment lmfao#bc apparently im even scared to be Perceived by randos who will never see me again in 5 seconds#thats anxiety baybay!!!!#so anyway my prayers have been answered OK i Gotta shuddup brain is playing pinball with 1000 thoughts rn peace#my art#i mean barely PFFFT#scribble#sketch#konig#ghillie#cod#call of duty#call of duty modern warfare 2#konig modern warfare#modern warfare#call of duty modern warfare#könig#konig cod
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things.. uh... Gentry era au
#witch hat tag#orufrey#i wanted to leave the first images separate but it means they're not looking at each other any more......This aint right#i was reading pride & prejudice and what if oru was like a Mr darcy type figure. yeah. sure#is miss qifrey going to kidnap the 4 poor orphan children whom he is governess to. We can all live in mr oru's estate <3#There will always be four there will never end up just being 3 i will make it be 4 i will rescue coco in every lifetime.#have thought how qifrey is a bit like mr rochester (jane eyre) though what with keeping secrets and going blind. anyway#maybe that's just because i wrote my fic and the idea of a combination of betrayal of trust & increased disability sits heavy here#& the sadness about how fictional disability often exists alongside narrative punishment and how i fear for qifrey every day and i love him#one good thing about posting art online again is that i really had little drive to bother scribbling little comic type things just for me#then there are things i feel less inclined to draw now that im in Posting mode again. oh life is very mysterious is it not
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made a lil ref for drals. forgot that these are fun to make :)
#yans art#elder scrolls online#there are some little jokes scribbled on there sorry my handwriting is tiny and hard to read#i keep going back and forth on him having piercings. like on one hand the piercings are hot#but on the other. it's just not who he is as a person. he's so.... utilitarian and anti-fun LOL#but anyways. i just want more trans men characters who just look like someone's dad#like just some guy u'd see at a 711 at 2am high as balls in a hoodie and socks and sandals buying a pack of cigs and a large black coffee#also there comes a point in drawing chainmail where u just have to go 'yeah ok good enough'#like it could be better but idk if it's worth the hassle to try again lol#also the scars are definitely worse on his back but i am lazy !!#drals arano
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Fate is cruel, but she loves you.
#Thinking about Forsitana⊠bro Asterius is her baby cousinâŠ..#She made the prophecy but she isnât cruel. She doesnât want him to sufferâŠ#Anyways idk if this is a WIP or just a visual I needed to get out of my head⊠guess weâll see in a few weeks or so huh#I do like scribbling again. Iâm sorry it looks like shit though. BUT UNFORTUNATELY FOR YâALL I DRAW FOR MYSELF SO đđđ#ophidian doodles#mother of the apocalypse#mota asterius#mota forsitana
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doctor, doctor â veritas ratio
summary. youâre the worst person ever, distract him from his work, beat him at chess, and yet doctor ratio still canât seem to hate your presence as much as he lets on.
notes. ânvuy please update your ficsâ NO.
my favourite person ever informed me that when owlbert lists all of ratioâs degrees, chemistry is not one of them, so i thought that was funny. but anyway i always lowkey forget ratio exists but then he appears in game and i go Good Lord and then go about my day. that manâs arms do something to me.
warnings. suggestive content, one intense make out session, youâre a freak LMAO, ratio thinks youâre a freak too, this is lowkey crack, i wrote this tipsy, gn reader but you do wear lipgloss.
âHi, Doctor.â
Veritasâ fingers slid against the screen like nails on a chalkboard. A headache was already starting to form behind his eyes, and he squeezed them shut for a moment before he unwillingly opened them again.
âYes. Good evening to you.â
Keep the pleasantries. Donât yell. Donât throw a punch. Donât slam another book on anyone elseâs head.
You sat down in the seat beside him with a purple soda can in your hand. âWhatcha doinâ?â
Veritas cleared his throat. âIâm working.â He glanced up at the top of his screen. âAnd, judging by the time, you should be working as well.â
You werenât even listening, choosing instead to pick up a stray notebook that heâd left on the desk. The page was filled with scribble and stupid math symbolsâactually, that was not scribble. That was just his handwriting.
Gross. You grimaced at the page before you turned it. The next page, and the next, creased and scarred with harsh pen markings, looked undoubtedly the same.
âWork is for losers,â was all you remarked. You obnoxiously sipped at your drink.
Ratio scoffed. âHow you even landed a position working for Madame Herta is beyond me. You are clearly a liability.â
You snorted. âI got hired because Iâm sexy and smart.â You were picking at your nails, painted a deep purple like his hair. âYouâre only here because Miss Asta needed help. After her problem is solved, you can go back to moping about how you donât have a chemistry degree.â
You watched his jaw visibly tighten. His teeth gnashed together, and you swore you could hear them grinding behind his lips.
âIt is a work in progress,â was all he said.
âYap, yap.â You made a talking gesture with your hands. âIâm the professional here. Thatâs why Miss Asta made me lead chemist.â
Such a shame your ego overshadowed such a pretty face.
âWhat do you want?â he asked, trying to return to his notebook.
âI want to play chess.â
âIâm busy.â
You blew a raspberry. You punched him playfully in the shoulder. You almost hurt your knuckles bopping his bicep. âYouâre just scared youâll lose.â
His glanced up so quickly you swore you heard his neck crack. He raised an eyebrow in a challenging gesture, as if daring you to repeat yourself.
You only stared at him expectantly.
âOne game,â he rushed out, face reddening in frustration. The look he gave you couldâve killed, but you knew him better than that. His strangely jacked physique wasnât built to maim, and if he wanted to smack you with his tablet, he wouldâve done so already. âAnd if I win, you will leave me alone.â
âMmm, okay.â You shrugged. âAnd if I win, I get a kiss.â You tapped your cheek twice.
Veritas reeled back. Then, taken aback, he spluttered, âthatâs all?â
You took another sip of your drink.
Then, you blinked. âYep.â
Ratio, too, reciprocated, blinking wildly as if he hadnât even processed what had come out of your mouth.
You grinned at him, eyes crinkling below your lashes as he eyed you down like he was viewing a sample through a microscope.
Then, he sighed. âFine.â He tapped away on his screen. One of his floating gadgets projected a holographic chessboard onto his desk. âI suppose somebody has to dull that ego of yours.â
You leaned back in your seat and waved him off lightly. âYou can go first.â
The chessboard flipped, and the white pieces faced him.
*àłàŒ
âHey, does this thing have speech detection?â You leaned closer to the board. âKnight to B4.â
As expected, the small porcelain knight upon the board moved forward into its newly assigned position.
Ratio scoffed, clearly irritated. His fingers tapped idly against the desk. âYou are so frustratingly lazy. Itâs a miracle you get your work done, and such a shame it impedes your potential brilliance.â
You only made another talking motion with your hands. As he thought long and hard about his next move, you yawned. He took everything so seriously.
No wonder he was so jacked. He was constantly tense. It probably counted as a workout.
âYou think Iâm brilliant?â you asked with a smile.
âI think you have selective hearing.â Finally, he moved one of his pieces forward. âBut, yes. Miss Asta speaks highly of you.â
âAww. Iâll give her a smooch later.â That was a relief to hear, actually. Sometimes you worried if sheâd boot you out of your position because of your tardiness. It was good that she still wanted you working in the station, despite lagging behind on reports and important meetings.
When you glanced up from the board after telling a pawn to move forward one space, Ratioâs eyes caught yours before he briskly looked down at the hologram once more.
Ratio was trying to read the board. He narrowed his eyes suspiciously. âJust what are you doing?â
âWinning.â
âYou are not winning.â
âSure I am.â You leaned back in the seat once more. âCheckmate.â
Veritasâ eyes snapped up to gawp at you.
âExcuse me?â
âCheckmate,â you repeated. âI know Iâm distracting. I have that effect on loser nerds with big egos.â
Veritas was staring at the board again. He was trying to piece together your previous moves, as the holographic board began to play in reverse. He was no cheat, no, never, and you didnât expect him to do it as you were watching either, but it was clear as day.
He lost.
Your tongue carded along the rim of the soda can. âL-O-L.â
âThis doesnât even make sense,â Veritas mumbled, fingers rubbing circles into his temples. âYou didnât even have a plausible strategy.â
âYeah, I did.â You placed a defensive hand over your heart. âYou just donât know it, because I have such a great poker face.â
âChess doesnât warrant a poker face.â
âWell, then, if youâre not willing to know my genius strategyââ
âNo.â Veritas glared at you. âYou will tell me.â
âSure. Iâm more worried about my reward, though.â
The look he gave you made you howl with laughter. It was a twist of his lips into something unsavoury as if heâd just swallowed a shot of vinegar. His brows knitted together and those unfairly long dark lashes casted a jagged shadow over his cheeks.
The chess board disappeared with a small noise and the screen returned to normal.
You leaned forward, batting your own lashes at him.
Veritas, after displaying a shaky grimace on his lips, met you halfway and pressed a quick, chaste kiss to your cheek.
You looked offended when he pulled back.
You whined. âWhat was that?â
âYour reward,â he argued.
âYou just brushed your lips on me. Do you kiss everyone like that?â You were quite literally sulking, more so to get on his nerves.
It was working.
You swore you noticed a vein twinge on his temple. âI donât just kiss anyone, thank you. Especially not over a game of chess.â
âYouâre not getting my genius strategy, then.â
âFine.â
This time, when his lips went for your cheek again, you turned your head.
Veritas let out an embarrassing noise that youâd never forget.
When he tried to pull away, clearly flustered and radiating so hot you were convinced heâd combust right there in his chair, you locked a hand in his hair.
Flustered for a moment, he then returned your enthusiasm ten fold, large hands curling around your waist and keeping the excited jittering of your legs still.
âSomebody will see,â he mumbled against your lips quietly.
To address his concerns, you dipped down lower in your seat behind the wall of his desk. Anyone that was watching would look away if they knew what was good for them.
Pulling away from his lips proved difficult. You caught the taste of his evening coffee, as well as the scent of cashmeran, and something that smelled faintly of chestnut and the smoky smell of a nice warm fireplace.
âYou smell nice,â you whispered. Your voice was slightly hoarse. âWhatâre you wearing?â
The grin you had stretched on your face said it all.
Veritas snarled against your lips. âA physics degree.â
His lips hit your teeth when you grinned. âCanât taste better than a chemistry degree.â
âYou are horrible.â
Your hand crept along the waistband of his pants, feeling along the ribbons and the sleek expensive material. It was like cotton, but somehow even softer against your fingers, as if the thread count was bordering on six-hundred.
He reeled back when he finally processed the feeling of your fingertips slipping below his clothes. âWatch yourself.â
âBlah, blah, blah.â He made no effort to remove your hands, so a finger then hooked beneath the border of the hole over his chest. âCome âere, Doctor.â
The light in your eyes was almost as intimidating as when you pressed your lips back into his, this time firmer, as if you were trying to mould your skin to his.
His skin was surprisingly warm for how cold he behaved. His scent was addicting. Freshly printed books and a warm winterâs night.
It tore a low and pleasant groan from your throat.
Surprisingly, he did not push away when your lips slipped from his mouth and traced the line of his jaw.
Instead, he sighed defeatedly and angled his jaw for you. You hummed, clearly content.
âEnjoying yourself?â he mused.
âMhm.â You wondered whether heâd let you suck a bruise beneath his ear. âYouâre soft. For a man.â
Veritas scoffed at that. He would insist that you were softer, but he instead bit his tongue. Of course he was soft. He took care of his skin, and he didnât waste his life away drinking that filth you called soda.
He usually hated that artificial grape flavour, but he supposed the taste of your lips helped quell the awful amount of sugar still resting on your tongue.
He stiffened beneath you. He hadnât even realised you had crawled into his lap. âAre you leaving marks?â
âYep.â Your lips had dipped down to the base of his neck to stain the thin stretch of skin there.
âOh, youâ!â His eyes squeezed shut when your teeth carded along his jugular in warning.
The poor man looked two seconds away from a heart attack. His pupils almost turned to slits. He couldnât tell whether he wanted to push you away or draw you closer. It was a mix of heat and blur that made his vision swirl with colour.
He felt unreasonably dizzy. He was grateful he was still sitting at his desk, for he was sure his knees would have given out beneath him otherwise.
Your lips pulled back for a moment. Sticky. He could smell a tinge of kiwi fruit from the gloss smeared over your lips. He was sure it was lathered all over his jaw like thick paste. The remaining hour of his shift would be a mix of rushing the rest of his report, and trying to scrub your makeup from his face.
Part of him wanted the stains to stay there, as unprofessional the thought was.
His silent brooding while your thighs warmed his were interrupted by approaching heels. Black kitten heels, to be exact, with a dark pinkish plum soles. He recognised her footsteps from miles away.
His heart stopped.
âUm⊠Doctor Ratio? Iâm just receiving word thatâ oh my stars!â
Too late.
Veritas sprang from his seat, shoving you back into your own chair, much to your chagrin. Your hand fell from beneath the material of his shirt.
The damage had already been done, however.
Poor Lead Astronomer Asta stood frozen, face red, holding a clipboard with way too many pink highlighted paragraphs on the paper.
Veritas awkwardly cleared his throat, and tried to wipe the sticky gloss off his lips. âThe report will be with you in an hour.â
Asta merely blinked at him. Her cheeks were brighter than her hair.
Her eyes then flitted towards you. She looked like she had seen a ghost.
You waved. âHey, queen.â
Then, she nodded once in a greeting, squeaked an, âokay, thanks,â to the doctor and then rushed away, still hot in the face.
You could see the uneven rise and fall of Veritasâ chest. You were sure his heart was racing beneath his skin; yours was exactly the same, maybe arguably even quicker.
âTerrific.â Veritas turned his head to ridicule you. Scary for a dude with lipgloss smeared all over his face. âYouâve traumatised the poor girl.â
He heard you sigh. âI was just getting started.â You slouched in your chair, defeated. You checked your watch, noticing the giant seven tick over. âIâm hungry.â
âEat, then. Itâs dinner time.â He sat back down in his chair after he was sure heâd cleaned his face of your makeup.
âI was having dinner.â You finished the last of your soda and tapped at the can absentmindedly with your nails. âAnd was just getting to dessert.â
âYou have an awful tongue.â He waved you off with his hands, fed up. âNow, shoo. Iâm busy.â
âYouâre so boring. What do you do for fun? Read?â He opened his mouth to answer, but you stopped him before he could embarrass himself even further. âDonât answer that.â
Veritas rolled his eyes.
Instead, he chose to ignore you and pull the data back up onto his screen. His handwriting is still the most horrific thing youâve ever seen, but itâs almost fascinating watching him write like that.
Itâs just a line that only he can understand. Like his own nerd language.
You found it sort of hot.
Your eyes darted over to the bathroom door. âHey, Doctor⊠What aboutââ
His eyes flared, and his grip on his pen grew tighter. He almost split a hole into the paper. "We are not having a rendezvous in the bathroom, nor will I be coming home with you.â
"Aww."
"But, for what's its worth, I commend your bravery in asking such a bizarre thing."
Ooh, praise. Lovely. "Eh." You clicked your tongue and leaned forward to kiss the side of his hair. âWorth a try.â
When you pull away, he does not look up, but his cheeks are tinged a lovely pink.
#hsr x reader#honkai star rail x reader#dr ratio x reader#veritas ratio x reader#⊠( the macrocosmos. )#( aka âis anybody gonna match my freak?â the fic. )
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Simon "Ghost" Riley x Fem!Reader
Simon needing to hold you after a bad day.
The tiny apartment was completely silent as Simon unlocked the door and stepped inside, head hung low and shoulders tense. Lights were turned down, tv was off; you were most likely already asleep by now. It was late, much later than he had told you heâd be back, but he had been struggling with the weight of his thoughts again today and had barely made it in. He would have let you know that he was going to be late⊠it was justâŠhe couldnât find the will to even shoot you a quick text.
It wasnât like him to be concerned about who knew where he was or what he was doing, choosing to distance himself from everything and everyone that could potentially catch a glimpse of him cracking behind the mask, but right now all he wanted was to get back to the place he called home before he fell apart and the world would swallow him whole.
As quietly as he could he set his things down beside the door and continued on through the flat, catching little bits of you everywhere: your shoes lying scattered by the wall, the blanket youâd just been curled up in tossed haphazardly in a bundle on the sofa, a mug on the coffee table that had the remnants of your drink stuck to the inside. Scattered bits of you everywhere across his life as little reminders of what he had that waited for him here and for the first time all day it felt a little easier to breathe to know his angel was close by.
Passing near the kitchen, Simon spotted a piece of paper with his name scribbled on the front waiting for him on the countertop, your familiar handwriting obvious to his eye. He picked it up and unfolded it.
Hey baby,
I really tried to stay up, I promise, but you know how work has been kicking my ass lately. I thought maybe I could just take a nap until you got in, but I was worried that if I laid down I wouldnât wake up, so I thought Iâd leave this here for you to find. Didnât want you to think I forgot about you. Just wake me when you get in, alright? I donât care what time it is, I want to see you!
Love you.
P.S. I left some dinner in the fridge if you havenât eaten yet. We can reheat it and eat it together. XOXOÂ
Christ, what did he do to deserve all this?
Always looking out for him, always making sure he had a place back in the real world whenever he came home. He held that piece of paper between his hardened fingers, the note more significant than it should have been after the type of day he had. You were the closest to heaven as he could get, more than he ever thought he would get to have and thatâs why it was you he was trying to break down that wall to come to for comfort.Â
His sight flicked to the fridge where you said youâd left him something; he was definitely starving, but just the thought of the effort it would take to eat right now was too much and the knot that rested in the pit of his stomach made him too nauseous anyway. There was something that would fill him far better than food could and he knew just where to find it now.
Moving on to the living room, he set himself down heavily on the couch and began to remove his boots and the outer layers of his clothing along with his mask, stripping away all the bits of his life as the stone cold sniper now that he was safe here in his little sanctuary. Stripped bare until he was down to his boxers, Simon gently crept towards the back of the apartment hoping he would make it to the bedroom before this feeling took him.Â
Closer and closer he walked towards the other half of his heart.
The door stood slightly ajar to invite him inside and as he stepped up to it, he caught the hushed, rhythmic sounds of your breathing as you slumbered. It sounded so peaceful that he could have stood there in the dimly lit hallway and listen to it all night long. Just a few more steps, barely any distance left, and he would truly be home.
The room was completely dark save for the small crack in the curtains that let in just a bit of light from the streetlamp outside, helping him to find his way through the maze of darkness. As those brown eyes adjusted to the lack of light, Simon turned his attention to the bed and his heart skipped a beat. There you were: the outline of your body silhouetted under the covers, your head buried in your pillow, all cares left behind as you slept.
No sound did he make as he crept to the edge of the bed and lifted the sheets so that he could climb inside and up against your body laying in the center. One strong arm slipped up under your pillowed head while the other wrapped around your waist until you were encircled and he pulled you slowly so that your back rested up against his chest. His body molded into yours still warm from being wrapped up tight.
You stirred awake gently at the feeling of that familiar large body suddenly laying beside you. âHey you,â you whispered sleepily, a smile on your lips as your eyes fluttered as they worked to open. âTried to wait up, but I got so tired I had to go lay down. Iâm sorry, but Iâll make it up to you.â
Only silence greeted you as a response. No chuckle at your predictability, no picking remarks about how you couldnât even stay up to see him, just the sound of labored breaths in and out as he lay there in the darkness curled up against you.
Silence only meant one thing and you knew it well.
âYou okay baby?â you asked, but again there was no answer. Only the squeeze of his arm around your waist pulling you in tighter to his chest gave you any sort of reply as Simonâs nose nuzzled into the crook of your neck, his eyelashes brushing over your skin.
It was clear just from the silence that he was far from okay, that he must have been bottling this up for God knows how many hours so that the world would not see that he was not always the tough, put together soldier he was supposed to be. But he could not hide it from you...he didn't want to hide it from you.
You heard him inhale deeply, trying to capture as much of your scent as he could until it filled his head: your natural musk mixed with the smell of the sheets and added hints of shampoo and body wash. That comforting scent that belonged to only you that he couldn't ever get enough of, the one that helped to relax his troubled mind. Instantly the tension he had been carrying like a boulder upon his shoulders all day finally released him from its stranglehold.Â
Gentle, exploring hands tentatively went up under your baggy shirt, one of his old worn ones you loved to wear to bed to keep him close even when he wasnât there, as he just wanted to make contact with all that delicately soft skin. He traced over curved paths he knew by touch alone: it was soft, it was familiar, it was safe and his heartbeat slowed as the ache in his chest dissipated enough that he could finally talk.
âBad day,â he whispered finally, warm breath against your shoulder. "Really fuckin' bad day... again."
You rolled over in his arms until you came face to face with those sad auburn eyes, moved by the shame in his tone. It broke your heart that each time he had one of these days he felt such guilt about it, as if he simply should have been over it all by now, as if he wasn't human, but you were not about to let him overthink the struggle. There was nothing to be shameful about.
âIâm sorry baby. These things just happen, you know, but its alright; we'll get through it together, â you said quietly, fingertips gently running over the line of his eyebrow, down his cheekbone and further to his jaw in soothing circles.
Together.
Simon closed his eyes and eased into your hand as you traced patterns across his temple and through the cropped sides of his hair, letting the vile, churning thoughts rummaging around in his brain to fall away. No one else could ever see him like this save for you, no one else's touch he craved more than anything to bring him back into himself after the day had brought him down so low.Â
He brought his hand up and placed the tough palm over top of yours to hold it firmly against his cheek as if to make sure that all of this was real, that you were not simply a mirage cast by his broken mind.Â
âYouâre home now, baby,â you reassured him as he took deep breaths in and out with his eyes closed, only wanting to feel you. âItâs gonna be okay, I got you.â
Home, still such a strange word for him.
Wherever you were that was home. Not a place, but a person, one who made certain that no matter how far he drifted she would always pull him back in. Simon had never had such a tether before, but fuck did he need it. He could feel it like medicine running through his blood, when you held him he could feel the chemicals rush to soothe the gaping wound in his heart.
Pulling your hand off his cheek, he brought it to his mouth and pressed his lips to the surface before leaning in to give one to your gentle lips. You embraced him back with such tenderness as if to remind him of that promise you had made to each other that neither of you would have to traverse the hell of this world alone.
âHome,â he repeated the tender word in his gravely tone, letting the emotionless second mask fall away. "I hope ya know... that you are my home, sweetheart."
You smiled. "You're mine too, Simon."
He took a deep breath, trying to swallow down the lump in his throat. "Bein' near ya is the only fuckin' thing that seems to help quiet the shit in my 'ead these days."
Pulling him back in, you gave him another kiss. "Then get nice and close," you said softly as you squirmed up under him more, setting his arm back over you.
Securing his arms around you again he moved over top of you so that his head rested against the middle of your chest, ear pressed in against your sternum to listen to your heartbeat rhythmically thump inside. With his hand still inside your shirt he drew his fingertips along your bare hips, not wanting anything more than your company tonight.Â
Your calming fingers ran through his short hair and over his scalp as he counted the beats of your heart until he melted into your body. Discussion could happen later if and when he was ready, for now this was all he needed. However long he wanted to cling to your torso, youâd let him.
You were his life raft, pulling him back in and no matter how far he drifted and it was because of you that for the first time in his life he didnât feel like he was going to get lost. Â
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swearing, Stalking, pet names, degradation, namecalling, public masturbation, dark!rafe, mean!rafe, perv!rafe, mentions of cum play, mentions of unprotected P in V, ownership kink, mentions of rough oral, violence, threats, blackmail, fighting, blood, gore, mentions of sextortion, Rafe sneaks into the readerâs room, panty stealing, panty sniffing, takes pictures of the readerâs private images, cum tasting, oral male receiving, oral female receiving, twist dark reader, mutual obsession, rough oral, gagging, kissing, reader doesnât ask rafe if he wants to go further than oral but he does and she starts anyway, messy sex, squirting, praise, drinking, smoking, mentions of drug use
âš âJust do it, baby girl,â I moan, watching as she pinches her top button. I grab mine as well, tugging it open with her. I hiss at the sensation of my rock-hard cock in my hand, feeling some relief. This is the first time Iâve touched myself all day. I was edging myself as I studied her Instagram and TikTok page, saving my favorites to my phone. When I saw her in the parking lot, I swear I could have cum untouched. âš
Rafeâs POV:
âSo, class. What does its structure contribute to the poem âDo Not Go Gentle into That Good Night?â The professor drones on, sliding her reading glasses down her nose as she looks out onto the lecture hall. I shrink in my seat slightly, along with the other boys, doing my best to avoid her gaze.
Required reading, my ass. Did she honestly expect us to read this shit on a Thursday night? Barely drug my ass outta bed for class. Thank fuckinâ god. I relax in my seat as one of the front-row nerds saves the basic population who doesnât give a fuck.
âRepetition. The poet used it to stress his key theme for his readers.â
I nod, scribbling a little line of nothingness on my paper, keeping up with the facade. That shit went in one ear and out the next. âHey, Cameron.â My frat brother elbows me on the side. âYou good for the kegs?â
âYeah, sweetheart. What else can daddy get you?â I sneer as I roll my eyes at Billy, who laughs and scoffs. âI get paid back first, plus 10%. Get me a bottle of Pappy Van Winkle; I ainât drinkinâ Coors, and I ainât pickinâ that shit up either.â
âThanks, daddy,â he responds in a breathy voice, snatching the wad of cash off my hands. âWe need ten kegs between the Deltas and Phi Mu⊠You good for that-â
âFuck you, âAm I good for thatâ?â I cut him short through a breathy laugh. âYouâre holdinâ the cash in your hands, bitch. Stop askinâ. Add an extra 5% for questioninâ me-â
âRafe.â My stomach sinks as my professorâs eyes zero in on mine. âAm I interrupting something?â The old bird cocks an eyebrow, her annoyance visible, matching my own.
âNo,â I answer simply, crossing my arms across my chest and relaxing at my desk.
âSplendid. I assume you know the answer then. Correct?â She challenges me, trying to catch me off guard. A smirk pulls on her lips as she does just that. Cunt.
âI agree.â
âThe key insight about death in the poem is, âI agreeâ?â She belittles. I stare at her blankly, blinking a few times to let her know sheâs wasting her time. Sheâs not gettinâ shit out of me. Iâve got an A in this class, bitch. Whatâre you gonna do about it?
She chuckles weakly, shaking her head at my resistance. âAm I wrong, maâam? I have a bit of conversational anxiety⊠If youâd like to repeat the question, Iâd love to try again,â I ask through a shit-eating smirk, letting my sarcasm drip all the way through, irritating her even more.
âAnyone else?â She invites in a shrill voice as she dismisses me, looking around the room to find another. Some of my frat brothers snicker in the back, making the professorâs features even more rigid. âMiss. Y/n?â Her demeanor changes instantly, shaking off my defiance, moving on to another one of her perfect pets.
Whoâs that?
Holy shit. I swallow hard, feeling my mouth dry up as I see her. She twiddles her fluffy pink pen, acknowledging the teacher with a smile. Y/n? Jesus fuckinâ Christ. How have I never seen her before? I watch as a football player shuffles down the row of the lecture hall. My question, answered in a moment as his broad shoulders cut off my line of sight. No. I stretch back, cranking my neck to get her in my sights again.
âThe key insightâs that death should be fought against, even though it is inevitable.â Her beautiful voice fills the lecture hall like a song. The teacher smiles at her again, praising y/n for her correct answer. Y/n grins and nods, averting her eyes as she catches the roomâs focus. Her cheeks blush the prettiest shade of pink, matching her glossy lips.
Those lips⊠I lick my own, thinking about the way they would look wrapped around my cock, drool running down her chin as she deepthroats my dick. Iâd grip that little ponytail like a handlebar, using her mouth like a toy. I chuckle at myself, still surprised that my mind went there almost instantly, but I know myself too well. I am who I am.
Y/n looks so goddamn innocent⊠Not for long. Sheâs a slut for praise. I can tell. I can work with that.
My eyes work lower, following the curve of her cleavage in her low-cut shirt. Fuck, I canât wait to get her on top; watch âem bounce in my face. Iâm gonna cum all over her perfect rack. Tiddie fuck her while she cries for daddyâs dick. Smear that shit- âEarth to Rafe?â I grit my teeth as Iâm torn from my fantasy. âBuddy, you good?â Billy chuckles, his voice taunting as he follows my focus to her. âMmm⊠Y/n,â he sighs blissfully. âSo fuckinâ hot, bro. Sheâs a Phi Mu girl.â
âNo shit?â
âMhmm⊠Transferred from LSU. Smart, funny, sexy⊠But sheâs mine, buddy. Aight? Been layinâ down groundwork all semester.â He elbows me playfully, chuckling to himself, actually believing his own words.
âAll semester, and you havenât made a move?â I spit, eyes rolling in his direction. This whole conversation is laughable. Has he been sitting on this all semester? Really? She was mine the second I looked at her, buddy. Youâre done.
âLong game,â he defends himself.
âLong game?â I scoff. âDoesnât sound like you got any game at all...â
âHey. Fuck off⊠I know she wants me. Her bedroom faces mine and she doesnât even close the curtains when she changes anymore; she texts me all the time. See?â He gloats as he thumbs through his phone. I donât even bother myself with the semantics. Why the fuck does that shit matter? Whatâs he gettinâ at? âIâm gonna help âem after class. They have some car wash fundraiser downtown.â
Is that so? âI like the sound of that,â I smile, feeling my cock growing stiff in my jeans at the thought of seeing her in next to nothing, wet and soapy no less.
âYou canât just take her from me, Rafe,â Billy mutters in annoyance. A laugh rumbles in my chest as I take in his empty words. âIâm not fuckinâ around. Sheâs mine.â
My head turns slowly in his direction as he bends in mine. I mean, the guyâs big, but Iâm bigger. He can fight, but heâs not willing to see that shit through. Billyâs got that moral compass that urges him to stop where I couldnât care less. And he knows it.
He balls his hands up in fists at his desk, jaw tightening as he does his best to intimidate me one last time. My boyâs a bitch.
âMine.â
I study her movements as she glides through the halls. Her hair bounces with each step brushing along her backpack, half-hiding her perfect ass. Her bum shakes a little as she walks, just a tease for me. Y/n slight skirt grazes just a few inches below her ass, leaving her bare legs on display.
I wonder what theyâd look like over my shoulder⊠Spread wide on my bed as I devoured her perfect pussy. Damn. I bet she makes some pretty sounds. I canât wait to hear that, to see her face, as she squirts all over my mouth and cock.
Where are you going, pretty girl?
She hooks a left, heading toward the coffee shop. I continue to follow my girl, watching as she strolls inside. Y/n walks toward the line, stalling next to the case of pastries, eyeing the bottom. Do it for daddy, baby. Câmon. There you go⊠She drops down, surveying the options. That goddamn ass⊠Does she know Iâm watching? Sheâs gotta know. The paisley material tugs higher on her thighs, a peek of her round ass poking out the bottom.
She stands up again, taking another step, moving with the traffic flow. Y/n reaches into her purse, pulling out her phone. She smiles as she looks at the screen. Billy Hargrove đ. I feel my heart pick up pace, my breathing quickening; rage boils inside me.
I gave him an order. This shitâs not up to him. I roll the tension out of my neck, fingers twisting into fists of my own. Whereâs the fucking loyalty? She bites her bottom lip and smiles at the message, making me physically ill.
Iâve got distracted by her⊠Say somethinâ to make her forget about that.
âUh, hey,â I rasp. Y/n continues to type up a little message. âY/n?â I reach out, resting my hand on her arm.
âOh, hi⊠Umm, Rafe?â She says my name, making everything stand still. I look down at the beautiful eyes and soft, pouty lips, the corners of which curl into a sweet smile.
âUh, yeah,â I answer, trying to level my tone. âWeâre in class together.â
âYeah⊠Sheâs kind of a bitch. Right?â Y/n asks weakly as her eyes soften on mine, showing me pity like my feelings might have been hurt by that little exchange between the professor and me.
âYeah, she sucks,â I laugh lightly, tossing my head down in fake shame. âThe boys and I got a little rowdy last night. I didnât read that shit. Did you? I mean, obviously-â
âOn my way to class,â she giggles as she looks around playfully for our professor.
My mouth falls into an open smile. âNaughty girl. Coast is clear, by the way,â I rasp through a little laugh.
âGood,â Y/n sighs as she tucks some hair behind her ear.
âYouâre really smart.â I praise, watching her cheeks blushing again, this time closer than before, making my heart bang in my chest.
âThank you. Oh, umm, youâre a Delta. Right?â She asks, solidifying her answer as she eyes the embroidery on my polo.
âI am. And youâre Phi Mu?â Y/n grins as she nods in reply. âIâm headed over to your car wash after this.â
âAwesome. Yeah, Lyndsey was worried that the University might question where the money came from if we made anything off selling beer tonight.â
âA cover-up?â I smile down at her as I stuff my hands in my jeans.
âMhmm,â she breathes. âThe partyâs gonna be huge. Do you think weâll get busted?â
I chuckle at the sweet nativity of her question. ââCourse we will. Over 500 students in one place⊠But itâs a block party. Right? So they wonât be able to pinpoint anybody. Not usinâ the fratâs money directly. Cash. The boys are gonna pay me back as they sell cups. Untraceable.â
âAww. Thatâs so nice of you,â she smiles. Her demeanor hasnât faltered since weâve spoken. She doesnât seem to care about the material shit; my Breitling watch, the gold rings on my fingers. Her face didnât light up when I dropped the fact that I would buy beer for the masses. She just said it was nice⊠Fuck, sheâs perfect.
âI try⊠But, if we get busted, Iâll blame it on some beautiful Phi girl I know.â
She gasps playfully, smacking me in the chest. âYou wouldnât!â Everything tenses in my body as I fight back my arousal, covering the growing excitement in my slacks with my notebook.
Y/n looks over my shoulder, catching the girlâs eyes behind me as she tells us to move forward. âSorry,â Y/n sighs apologetically, clearing the open space between us and the register. Y/n steps up to the counter, ordering a latte and a muffin before reaching into her purse.
âOh, shit. No. Sorry! Let me,â I breathe as I hurry to her side. âIâll pay for whatever sheâs havinâ and a coffee for me: one cream, one sugar. Thank you.â
âWow. Thank you, Rafe. You didnât need to do that,â she coos.
âNo problem, y/n.â
Gifts⊠Thatâs what my girl likes.
Well, shit. Sheâs gonna need a grand gesture. I can sneak into her room tonight. Check the essentials: dress size, music taste; the little things she enjoys.
Iâll take a look at her nightstand. How could I not? Gotta know what she uses to please herself so I know what Iâm working with and what it takes to get her there. I want to know her better than she knows herself.
I follow along, trying to keep my eyes on her face, but I canât help but roam her body. Iâve never seen anything like it, never seen anything so perfect for me. I never wanted anything so bad.
The barista walks over, setting down my coffee. I suck my teeth, regretting my choice, knowing if I got the same shit as her, I could have stayed. But I shouldnât. âIâll come by. Yeah? Donât kill me⊠I gotta big ass truck, and sheâs dirty as shit.â
âNo worries,â she smiles sweetly. âIâll see you there, Rafe. Oh, and thanks for the coffee again.â She reaches out, resting her hand on my arm.
âOf course, sweetheart.â I test a pet name, watching her smile widen. Just gorgeous.
I step away, walking towards the door. Looking over my shoulder as Y/n pulls out her phone, that same smile for Billy setting on her perfect lips.
Heâs fucking dead.
I pull up toward the parking lot, falling into the line of cars; a caravan of dicks with their windows already rolled down. Fuckinâ dogs. I lean out as well, surveying the scene looking for her. Jesus fuckinâ Christ. I watch the gaggle of girls prancing around in their bikinis, excitement building as I frantically look for her.
My heart skips as I see her sporting the most clothes, donning yet the sluttiest outfit of them all. Sheâs an absolute fuckinâ tease in her cut-off jean shorts and white t-shirt, soaked with water. The material clings to her curves, teasing me with her little triangle top, gathered slightly, barely covering her tits.
She leans over and reaches into the bucket, pulling out a sponge before ringing out the soap. A guy rolls down the window of his Mercedes, bending his neck to watch as she washes the side. I can already tell where this is goinâ. He smirks, watching her ass as she leans down, cleaning the rear fender. âAww, sweetheart,â he soughs, âUhhâŠYou missed a spot.â Y/n smiles sweetly, lowering to where she was before, making me huff out an aggravated breath.
Her friend walks over with a hose, spraying down the suds that y/n left behind. Tori Clarence, a late-night Delta regular. She says something that makes Y/n laugh. Y/n claps back, teasing her sister through a wicked smile. Tori lifts the gun, spraying y/n with a stream of water, hitting her directly on her tits.
Y/n gasps as her shirt turns from milky white to practically see-through, the chilly water running down her perfect body, making her nipple hard. She panics to get warm, reaching for the bottom of her shirt. Holy fuck. Holy fuck. Holy fuck. She pulls it over her body: soft skin, perfect boobs, and wet hair. Little lines of water cascade down her bare skin, rounding her curves catching on the denim of her shorts. Her eyes fall down her body, eyeing her damp state.
âJust do it, baby girl,â I moan, watching as she pinches her top button. I grab mine as well, tugging it open with her. I hiss at the sensation of my rock-hard cock in my hand, feeling some relief. This is the first time Iâve touched myself all day. I was edging myself as I studied her Instagram and TikTok page, saving my favorites to my phone. When I saw her in the parking lot, I swear I could have cum untouched.
I start to fist my cock as she leans over the trunk, her body perfectly positioned like Iâm taking her from the back. Goddamn. Iâd snake my rough hand up her soft skin, following the curve of her arched spine, drifting into her hair. Iâd pull it back, feeling her pussy clench around my big dick. Iâd spank her, cracking her tight little ass with the palm of my hand, leaving her red and bruised. Just one of the many ways Iâd mark my girl. âFuck, Y/n,â I moan her name as heat radiates through my body.
She walks along the side of the next car, letting me see her little triangle top: light blue, thin material, the blush of nipples visible. I roll my hand over my tip, whimpering at the sensation, imagining myself hitting the back of her throat as tears pool in her pretty, innocent eyes. Y/n looking up at daddy, mascara running down her cheeks as she throats me like the slut I know she can be. Iâd hold her head in my hands, using her mouth to stroke my cock. My perfect little toyâŠ
Fuck. I got a Fleshlight with her name on it. Iâm gonna use those pictures when I get home⊠Gotta get myself ready for tonight. She has no clue what sheâs in for. What I wouldnât give to have my cock in her hand instead of my own. Iâd make her jerk me off as she pleaded for my dick deep in that pretty tight cunt. I bet sheâs so goddam wet. So, so fuckinâ tight.
âI know, baby. Daddyâs gonna give you his dick. Donât worry,â I mumble, feeling my breathing start to increase with my pleasure. I thrust into my hand, fucking up into my fist as I watch her undo the loosened side strings of her bikini, tightening it again.
I eye the sign, catching the time. 11-4 PM. Yes⊠Theyâll be here all afternoon. Just need to make a pit stop. Grab a pair of panties. Whatever I can get. I need to taste her. Stuff âem in my mouth as I study my prize. My hips stutter as I feel myself about to bust, imagining just how sweet sheâll taste. I work myself quicker, taking hold of my steering wheel as I rut into my hand.
âRafe. Rafe. Rafe.â I can hear it now. See my little whore creaminâ on my cock as I give it to her over and over again.
âFuck, Iâm gonna cum, baby girl. Where do you want it?â
âDeep in my pussy⊠Please, babyâ. Sheâll whimper and beg, pleading to get stuffed full. Iâm gonna brush my fingers over her swollen clit, making her gush all over my cock and thighs, wetting everything around us until Iâm pumping her full of my cum.
Iâll watch it drip out of her puffy pink hole, fucking it right back in, cleaning the rest off with my tongue before spitting it in her mouth.
My perfect cumslut.
I need it drippinâ out of her for days. Watchinâ my little angel walk into class, knowing just how good I dicked her down. Iâll watch her from my seat as she cleans the little cum tear off her inner thigh, slipping it between her lips as her eyes flick to mine, sucking it clean.
No one will have her again. âShe was made for me.â The thought alone has my hand faltering; jaw falling slack. My stomach sinks, eyes doubling as she looks in my direction, matching my gaze. âFuckkkâŠâ My eyes roll back in my skull, toes curling, head thrown to the headrest as I cum harder than I ever have. Shit. I donât even care if she saw. If sheâs any girl of mine, sheâd want to see it anyway.
My dirty little whore.
I look down at my jizz covered hand and lap. Goddamnit. I clear the gap between my car and the next before ripping off my shirt and wiping away my mess. I flip my hat on, snagging my protein shaker bottle from the passengerâs seat floor as I try to disguise the real reason Iâm covered head to toe in sweat. I do my best to control my breathing, still running high from my climax, hit with the post-nut clarity that she may have seen it all.
She looks happy to see me⊠Real happy. Y/n smiles, making my heart race again as I meet her gorgeous eyes. She greets me happily, trotting up to my truck. âHow are you doinâ, sweetheart?â
She dunks her hand into the soapy bucket, grabbing a sponge. âLivinâ the dream,â y/n smiles, moving closer than expected. I take in her perfume, already so familiar to me, the smell of it revving me right up again.
âSorry. Iâm a sweaty mess,â I sigh. Her gaze falls down my body, studying me with a bashful smile.
âJust got done with a workout?â She asks.
âMhmmâŠâ I smile and nod in reply. âPay now? Pay later?â I invite as I snag my wallet.
âNow,â she sings. âDonation based, so whatever youâre willing to give.â I thumb through my wallet, plucking out $200.
âRafeâŠâ She breathes, taking it off my hands. âAre you sure? This is a little much.â Y/n looks down at the cash in her hands before meeting my eyes again.
âPositive,â I assure.
âWell, that is very nice, Rafe Cameron,â she coos. Y/n uses my last name, making my stomach drop. She wouldnât have known my last name unless she did some digging. I didnât give it to her; I never said anything in class before today. She must have looked me up on Instagram or Snapchat⊠Maybe she asked one of her sisters about me.
I fight off a wide smile as she gets started on the car. She takes her time, putting in a little more effort than the cars before. She walks to the front of the cab, leaning over, breast jiggling as she swirls and circles the sponge on the hood. She rises a little higher on her tippy toes, unable to reach the rest.
âHere you go, babe.â Her friend sets down a ladder for Y/n. She bends over once more, the angle alone making my cock rock hard again as I imagine us fucking raw. Tonight⊠Iâll bend her over on the bathroom counter, just like she is now, the bass of the party on the street not even loud enough to cover her cries and my moans. Iâll pound into her as the slaps of our skin fill the bathroom. Her eyes shift to mine, catching my stare. She doesnât drop focus, keeping her eyes on me as she continues to scrub. A smirk spreads on her lips, mirroring my own.
Baby girlâŠ
Y/n steps down from the ladder before walking to her friend, grabbing the hose off her hands; taking her job instead. She sprays down the truck, cleaning off the suds. The light breeze catches the flow of water, sending little beads of it flying, catching on her perfect skin. My mouth waters as I imagine licking the glaze of it off her skin. Fuck⊠I donât think I can take this.
âAlright, Mr. Cameron. Youâre all set,â she smiles as she eyes her work. I bite my lip and nod.
âThank you, princess. See you tonight.â
I pull forward, watching her from my wing mirror as she greets the next car. Her excitement fades as she welcomes the next. Good fuckinâ girl.
Next stop, Phi Mu.
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hi!! could you write shy!reader where Eddie bumps into the new kid at school and she gets hurt? Iâm a sucker when it comes to Eddie doting on people đ
i tried to be so normal about this request but then proceeded to write 2k words for it so... hope you like it lol :D â the hawkins high freak takes the new girl under his wing after they run into each other. literally. (shy!r, meet ugly-ish, hurt/comfort, 2.2k)
You clutch a paper schedule in a pair of anxious hands, squinting to see through the scribbles there. Three boys in bright green lettermans made a total mess of it â writing directions in chicken scratch and doodling a sloppy map of the school over your classes. They said they were helping you, but really theyâve just turned you all around.
Fallen leaves crunchbeneath your feet as you walk past the vacant football field. West of the bleachers and down the dirt trail, the stranger with a harsh jawline and quaffed blonde hair told you. His directions lead you directly to a half-decrepit building in the thick of the woods. A strange spot for a biology lab.
Youâre trying to make sense of the scrawled notes on your syllabus â eyes narrowed, and chin tilted downward â when you run into something tall and firm. You donât hit the warm body hard enough to fall, but stumble back in fear enough to slip on the dewy grass. Like a cartoon character and a banana peel, you land comically on your ass.
âShit. Sorry,â the towering stranger grimaces. âDidnât see you there.â
Your wrists start to sting, burdened with the weight of catching your fall. âItâs okayâŠâ you tell him anyway. âCause everythingâs always okay. Even when it isnât.Â
A ringed hand enters your vision then â lanky, pale, and tattooed. âHere. Let me help you up.â
âItâs okay,â you dismiss with a shake of your head. âI got it.â
Your jaw clenches tight as you rise on your feet. The slippery mud threatens to pull you down again. Your wrists throb with a dull and distant ache. You stand, despite all that, before the stranger youâd stumbled into the back of.Â
Eddie watches you wipe your dirt-covered palms together with a lopsided smile tugging at his mouth. He doesnât have a clue who you are, but heâs getting a few ideas now. Youâre a strong, stubborn, and shy little thing. Pretty, too.Â
âI didnât hurt you, did I?â he cautions with his palms spread awkwardly in front of him. He wants to make sure youâre alright, but he doesnât want to make you uncomfortable. Strong, stubborn, shy, and definitely skittish, he thinks to himself.
You shake your head again, finally glancing at the boy looming before you. His curls are dark and untamed, billowing in the early spring breeze. His deep chocolate eyes match the color of the frizzy strands â both equally as wild as the smile he looks at you with.
Your breath catches suddenly in your throat. You hadnât expected to bump into him, of course, but you expected even less for him to be so pretty.
âIâmââ
âDonât say okay,â he interjects before you can start. His plush lips quirk in a genuine smile a second later, to show heâs only joking.
You swallow hard, still hopelessly trying to rid the mud from your aching palms. âIâm⊠Iâmâ Iâm fine.â
The boy scoffs a faint laugh. âHere. Let me see.â
He takes your wrists in his hands before you can protest. His fingers are long, gentle, and strangely warm as he brushes the mud off your scrapped skin â hardly flinching when it dirties his own.Â
He wipes his palms on his jeans after, never minding how it stains the denim. Then he reaches a leather-clad arm behind you and plucks a leaf gently from your hair. He flicks it to the ground again.
âThere,â he grins. âGood as new.â
âThanksâŠâ you sigh, voice wavering from a reason you canât name.
âWhy havenât I seen you around before?â
ââCause Iâm⊠Iâm new.â
âExplains why youâre all the way out here,â he jokes. Most people only come around this side of the football field to buy weed off him, and you donât exactly seem like the type. His chocolate eyes narrow. âYou lost?â
You shift on your feet, feeling suddenly very silly about the whole thing. Youâve got to be a special kind of stupid to take advice from a bunch of jocks and hardly bat an eye when they lead you in the exact opposite direction. Youâre too trusting for your own good. Itâs embarrassing.
âI was, uhâ I was just trying to follow this map, butâŠâ you wave the paper in your clammy hand. âI think it just made me more lost.â
Eddie reaches out a ringed hand and takes the schedule from you when you hand it over. His face scrunches softly together as he squints at the sloppy scribbles. You canât tell if heâs confused or if he needs glasses. Maybe both.
He can hardly make sense of the directions. And the map was designed in a very obvious attempt to confuse you â the sweet, shy girl whoâs never stepped foot here before. Something redhot simmers in his chest âcause he canât imagine doing this to someone. Finding someone who obviously needs help and doing them over for a couple measly laughs.
Itâs got Jason Carver and the Dick Brigade written all over it. Literally.
âWho gave this to you?â he asks anyway, just to be sure.
You blink up at him with a pair of doe eyes, gaze glimmering with innocence. âUm⊠A couple of basketball players, I think. They were wearing lettermans, soâŠâ
âFucking Carver,â the boy grumbles under his breath.
âWhat?â
âNothingâŠâ he sighs. âHere. Câmon. Letâs go.âÂ
âWhereâ Where are weâŠâ you mutter in a mousy voice, trailing off when he stomps past you. You get a faint whiff of floral shampoo and woodsy cologne as he goes. Less inclined to stay alone in the unfamiliar forest, you decide to follow behind him. âO-OkayâŠâ
You fight to keep up with his considerably longer strides as the stranger leads you back towards the school. His dark eyes flit over your schedule, squinting to see past the messy lettering covering the typeface.Â
âNo point in making it to your third period,â he announces suddenly, swinging the heavy metal door open with a ringed hand. The rusted hinges squeak in protest when he holds it open for you with his foot. You slide in past him. He walks on ahead of you again, letting the thing slam shut behind him.
âWhy?â you ask the back of him, voice wavering.
ââCause youâre already fifteen minutes late. And take it from meâ Mr. Kaminsky hates when people are late,â Eddie tells you, flashing you a stern look over his shoulder. âTrust me. I learned that the hard way.â
Your brows pinch as your face swirls with a distant panic. You couldnât conceal your worry if you tried. The gravity of it all hits you, then â the fact that youâre following a stranger you ran into (in the most literal sense of the phrase), whoâd previously been half-hidden away in the forest behind the school.
Itâs all a bit odd when you think about it. This. Him. You.Â
But this strange boy, dripping in silver and all black, is the very first person to show you an ounce of kindness all day. You donât know why youâre following him so blindly â only that you donât mind it as much as you should.
âOkay. So. Uh⊠Where are weâ Where are we going, then?â you squeak behind him.
âRight here,â he answers, stopping short in the middle of the hallway.Â
Still a few paces back, you donât hopelessly bump into the back of him like you did before. You watch with wide and curious eyes as he wraps a pale hand around a rusted door knob. The heavy wooden entrance squeals when he opens it.
âWelcome to my humble abode,â the boy jokes with a crooked grin. Everything about the pink expression glitters with mischief. He flicks on the light switch, letting the flourescent lights buzz on in protest. âWell, not abodeâ I donât live here, but⊠You get it.â
The room smells overwhelmingly teenage boy. A mixture of cologne, sweet soda, and sweat. Most of the chairs have been stacked on top of each other and pushed to the edge of the room to make space for the long wooden table in the center. Binders, notebooks, and miscellaneous figurines sit scattered on a gameboard.
âIs that D&D?â you wonder quietly.
Eddie lights up at the question. âYou play?â he asks as he saunters to the desk shoved in the very back corner of the room.
His excitement makes you regret your answer.Â
âNoâŠâ you waver, then quickly follow. âBut Iâveâ Iâve heard about it.â
âIâm president of the Hellfire club,â he tells you, nodding to the poster on the wall. The demon in the center of it isnât nearly as intimidating when you can tell itâs handmade. âYou should join.â
The boy eyes you expectantly as he rounds the metal desk. You shift your weight on your feet and wring your clammy hands together. He tilts his chin to his chest and peers at you from underneath his lashes. âThink about it?â he presses.
You nod once. âSure.â
He ducks down then, out of view behind the bulky desk. You stand awkwardly in place while the boy rummages through the drawers. âAh, here we goâŠâ you hear him murmur after a few moments â followed by a dull thud when he bangs his head. âShit!â he swears under his breath before rising to his feet again.
You hide your smile behind your scrapped palm as he walks back over to you. His cheeks glow faintly pink as he rubs the crown of his head with his hand â the one not clutching a first-aid kit. âHere. Shit down. Let me look at your hands,â he urges, still worried about you despite his throbbing skull.
You shake your head rapidly in response. Youâre not used to being doted on like this â or at all, really â but especially not from a metalhead, wild-haired, pretty-faced stranger. âNo. Iâmâ Iâm okay.â
His chocolate eyes go wide and softly stern. They glimmer playfully down at you as his brows raise behind his fluffy bangs. âWhat weâd just talk about?â he teases.
You swallow down the rest of your protests. âRightâŠâ
You sit in the chair adjacent to the one at the head of the table. The cheap plastic is a stark contrast to the heavy wooden throne the stranger descends upon â with a sort of ease that tells you he sits there often.
He digs into the opened first-aid kit and pulls out a bandaid for you. He fumbles with the packaging for a moment before ripping it open with his teeth.Â
âItâs okay not to be okay, you know?â he tells you, mostly muffled until he spits out the paper in his mouth. It lands on the floor at his feet, but he doesnât seem inclined to pick it up. âTell me Iâm a shithead who needs to watch where heâs going. I know thatâs what youâre thinking.â
Your face screws in offense. âI wasnâtââ
âIâm teasing,â he interjects softly, peering at you with a pair of button eyes. âEven though I am a shithead who needs to watch where heâs going.â He takes your palm between his warm and gently calloused ones. He smooths the large bandage over the raging scrape below your thumb with an impossibly delicate touch. âIâm sorry about that, by the way. Again.â
âIt was my fault,â you murmur, gaze averted to the boyâs kind hands â at the six tiny bats tattoed in the junction of his thumb and forefinger. âYou donât have to apologize. Itâs just a scrape, anyway, I can handle it.â
âAgree to disagree,â the boy says with a lopsided smile, brushing his thumb over the bandage to smooth it out. He gives your fingers a small squeeze before he parts from you. âThere you good. Good as new.â
Your hands buzz with the longing to feel him again. You bring both of them to your lap, wrenching your fingers into a knot and hoping your face doesnât look as hot as it feels. âThank youâŠâ you murmur, trailing off when you realize you donât know the kind strangerâs name.
âEddie,â he finishes for you.
ââŠEddie.â
âYou can stay in here with me if you want,â he offers with a nonchalant shrug â trying to be cool despite his thundering heart. âThird periodâll be over in, like, twenty minutes. I can walk you to your next classâ you know, make sure all the freaks leave you alone.â
You purse your lips to the side of your mouth in attempts to hide the beam tugging there. It only halfway works. âThatâd be great,â you tell him in a mousy voice. âThank youâŠâ
Eddie swallows hard and leans forward again. You can smell the nicotine on his breath and the musky cologne on his neck. His face hardens into a gently solemn look.Â
âAnd donât⊠Donât hang around Jason Carver and his goons anymore, okay?â he tells you, sounding like heâs half-pleading. âThose assholes that fucked with your schedule? Theyâre bad news.â
Feeling like he must know this better than anyone else, you nod firmly in response. âOkay,â you answer, though it comes out in a whisper when the word gets caught in your throat. Something about having Eddie to you is making your body go all funny. Itâs weird.
âStick with me, okay?â the boy smiles, pink and pretty and petaled, as he slouches back onto his throne again. âIâll take care of you.â
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HI ILY!!! i was wondering if u could do a argument fic likeeeee katsuki and reader got into a argument and they are both DISTRAUGHT bc theyâre so corny and in love and hate fighting but the argument was bad and theyâre oh so sad whatever whatever !! and katsuki has to make it up to them EEE !! PLEASE I LIVE EAT SLEEP AND BREATHE UR FANFICS !! LOVE U CASHHHđ€
operation : trouble in paradise !
katsuki tries to get his boyfriend privileges back..
EEEE TYSM AND I ACTUALLY LOVE THIS ASK !! Its my guilty pleasure like both parties hating to argue bc they love each other so much im so sorry thatâs adorable. and again ty SOOO much !!! hope you enjoy, ive actually gotten a similar ask, so that one ill try to have that come out soon !
FEM READER, katsuki is melodramatic, argument, fluff fluff despite argument, 3rd year bk squad boys !, kissing, making up yipeee, reader likes flowers,lemme know if i missed sum else !
âshe fuckinâ hates me.â
for the past ten minutes heâd barged into kirishimaâs room, bakugou has been moping. wallowing, even.
âno she doesnât, man..â kirishima reassured. for the umpteenth time, heâs honestly lost count. heâd tried putting a hand on the boyâs shoulder earlier but said boy had shrugged him off angrily, grumbling out a dramatic âdonât touch me.â despite being flopped face down on his bed.
âi know her better, kirishima. yes she does.â the blonde insists, voice muffled by the redheadâs pillows. kirishima sighs, patting his friends leg before making his way to his office chair across from the bed, ignoring the muffled grumbles bakugou lets out.
âhow bout you just..go apologize ?â
âi already told you i canât. sheââ
âyeah, she hates you. got it.â kirishima finishes his friends sentence, causing the blond to groan. âlook dude, youâll never know unless you try. youâve been together for ages now.â
âa year.â katsuki corrects, he purposely forgets to mention he knows exactly how many months it has been too. kirishima nods excitedly, trying to get him out of his frankly sad state. âyeah ! so, this shouldnât be anything man. arguments happen all the time, no matter how much you love each other.â
katsuki feels his ears burn at the word love on his friends lips, heâs told you he loved you of course. but it still felt weird to acknowledge it.
he turns just enough for his scowl to be visible to his friend, who sends him an encouraging smile.
âso what the fuck do i do then ?â kirishima grins wider, sharp teeth on display. âthere we go, thatâs more like ya, dude !â he exclaims. he quickly shuffles to grab a notepad strewn onto his messy desk (kirishimaâs desk was so messy it made katsuki itch sometimes, a shiver almost passes through him whenever he sees the state itâs in)
kirishima drops onto the floor, placing the notepad onto his mattress and scribbling, with a pen katsuki has no idea where he fished out, a messy âoperation: get your bf privileges back !!!!!!â bakugou fixes kirishima with a dead look, the other only tilts his head, still cheerful.
âwhat ?â
âwhat the fuck is this, kirishima.â
kirishima scoffs at the blondeâs dead tone, âlisten man, you wanna win your girlfriend back or not ?!â bakugou squints at him, hard. but only letâs out a loud sigh. kirishima takes that as his answer and with a nod continues writing down notes.
katsuki groans to himself, looking down at his friend scribbling down his grand plan, and he better hope it works.
maybe you should call him..
no, you wonât. it was his fault you were like this anyway.
..but maybe you went a bit too far..?
ugh. you groan, rolling around in your bed. youâd tried to distract yourself by going through your tiktok feed but it seemed the world was against you or your fbi agent hated your guts. your feed was either overly cutesy couples content that made you miss your angry blond, or break up videos that made you miss him even more.
ugh. you shove your head even harder in your pillows.
youâre really trying to hold your ground, because you want katsuki to know heâd hurt your feelings, but now that you think about it you donât even remember what youâd argued about. it was petty for sure, youâre about 80% sure it was a petty argument.
maybe you shouldâ
you shake your head, steeling your nerves. so what if it was a dumb argument ?! that didnât mean he could get away with everything!
âuuuugh,â you groan out loud, you miss your katsuki.
a knock at your door startles you. it must be mina, youâd texted her earlier that you were mad at your boyfriend and sheâd told you that she âexcepted all the deets of what his dumbass did this time as SOON as i get back !!!!â and you were waiting, maybe venting about it could make you feel better and less dramatic.
you open your door expecting to see your overly excited best friend. but insteadâ
flowers, almost whacking you in the face you might add, are shoved in your face before you can get a word out. you squeak in shock, theyâre pretty though, your favorites. and you know only one person who knows what your favorite flowers are.
âwh-katsuki ?!â
and there he is, red faced and angry. scowl on his face and bouquet of pretty flowers in hand.
you canât tear your eyes away from him, he canât keep his eyes in one spotâflying from you occasionally to your door to the flowers and repeat. he blinks, you blink.
âhere.â he grunts, waving the flowers towards you. âfâr you.â he glances at you.
âo-oh !â you exclaim suddenly, whisking the flowers towards yourself. the bouquet is big, itâs definitely a bit bigger than your head. katsuki searches your face to gauge your reactionâiâuhm! thank you..â you utter shyly, katsuki grunts. he shoves his hands in his pockets the moment youâve gripped the bouquet, kicking at something you canât see on the floor.
your heart skips a beat. tentatively, you lean against the door âdidnât take you for a flower guy..â
he scoffs, kicking the toe of his sneakers against the floor ââm not.. but you like these, right ?â
trick question. he knows you do, you mentioned in passing these were your favorites, unless you suddenly decided you didnât like these anymore. then heâs fucked. but he decides to continue despite the worry growing in his lower belly, the plan was already a go now.
âiâuhm, listen..â your boyfriend fumbles, he throws his head back and groans when his words wonât come out right. you give him a tiny smile, his eyes soften just a bit.
âi fucked up, okay ?â he admits, scratching at his nape âshouldnât have said all that shit to you, or whatever..â you can tell heâs beyond embarrassed. heâd melt if he could get any redder, he keeps scratching and wonât look at you for more than a few seconds at a time and katsuki whoâs always the loudest in the room can barely manage a mumble. you know he means it though, he never did anything he didnât feel like doing. you wait for him to continue and he looks at you then.
âi donât ever like arguing with you. ever.â he insists âso jus..forgive me, kay ?â he finishes quietly. your heart jumps and leaps and you canât stand acting cold anymore. you walk a bit closer to him, the flowers block you from fully being close to him.
katsukiâs eyes are wide as you lean in to kiss right next to his lips, you laugh at his bewildered expression and his eyes soften when he snaps out of it. he rolls his eyes, you smile wider.
âi forgive you, iâm sorry too. i donât like arguing with you either..â you admit, katsuki reaches for your hand, you feel the tips of his fingers brush against your skin, you give it to him and he grips it tight. then he leans in and presses a kiss to your lips, itâs a sweet little apology kiss that turns a bit too passionate after a while, and you pull him towards you and into your room away from prying eyes. katsuki kicks the door shut behind him and pulls you closer by your waist.
âguess i gottaâthank shitty hair..â he mumbles in between kisses, âanâ i owe him twenty bucks.â
you make a noise against his lips and pull away, raising a brow and holding his shoulders when he tries to lean in to kiss you again. âwhatâs that mean ?â
your boyfriend huffs âtold shitty hair iâd give him twenty bucks if his shitty plan worked.â
âplan, what plan ?â you ask, katsuki squints at you, a grumbling noise comes from his throat, almost a whine.
âyer really gonna make me spell it out arenât you..â he mutter bitterly, shoving his head in your neck. he continues, âshitty hair helped me come up with a plan to make you not mad at me anymore. i told him it wouldnât work, he said it would, and we bet on it.â
you laugh in disbelief, katsuki chomps at your neck to silence you, squeezes his arms tighter around your stomach to make you wheeze, but you canât stop laughing. âthatâs so cute !â
âshaddup.â he growls in response. you muffle your giggles in his shoulder. katsuki grumbles some more and you run your hands up and down his back.
âwell then,â you hum, pressing a kiss to his nape, his arms around you tighten. âi guess weâll both have to thank kiri then.â
#kiri the goat#tysm for this ask im genuinely losing it#bakugou katsuki x reader#katsuki bakugou x reader#bakugo fluff#bakugou imagine#bakugou x reader#katsuki x reader#katsuki bakugo x reader#bakugou katsuki#bakugo katsuki x reader#eijirou kirishima#lbakugou katsuki x reader#katsuki x y/n#katsuki x you#katsuki bakugou drabble#katsuki bakugou x female reader#bakugou x fem!reader#katsuki bakugou x you#bakugou x you#katsuki bakugo x you#katsuki bakugo x female reader#katsuki bakugo x y/n#bakugo x you#bakugo x y/n#bakugo x female reader#im lowkey on a roll#cashâs one fic a day!!#..hopefully#changed the title rq you didnt see shit
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Fools in Love
Kim Mingyu x fem!Reader
Genre:Â strangers to lovers, fluff
Words:Â 10.5k
Warnings:Â adult language. mentions of stalking (no oneâs actually stalked). reader has a lot of conflicting feelings and it takes her three to five business days to figure everything out.
[UNI AU] When Jeonghan made you declare a stranger in the library your new boyfriend, you had a very different outcome in your mind.
Note: for some reason, my bestie @luvlino really liked this fic as a WIP and I promised to finish it for her eventually, so here we are. anyways, we've been referring to this fic as "himbo!gyu" all this time
You shouldâve known it wouldnât end well.Â
The first sign should have been the shiver up your spine when Jeonghanâs lips quirked into a smile that you knew far too well. The second sign should have definitely been your voice of reasons cursing and hatching ridiculously elaborate escape plans.Â
He leaned forward against the table between you two, maintaining eye contact. âSo what do you say?â
âSorry,â you blinked and shook your head, âI wasnât paying attention. What were you saying?â
Jeonghan clicked his tongue. âOf course you werenât.â
âWhen is she ever?â Joshua half-joked, nose deep in an oddly specific magazine heâd picked up in a procrastination daze. He looked up briefly to give you a once over before humming to himself, âHonestly, it might be for the better.â
âAs I was saying,â Jeonghan glared at Joshua before offering you a sickeningly sweet smile â and there was that shiver up your spine again â, âgo up to pretty boy over there and tell him heâs your boyfriend now.â
âI donât even like him,â you muttered, glancing at the boy as discreetly as you could. You almost bit your tongue at your hasty words because the slight furrow of his brow and his jawline had your heart screeching. You frowned, head whipping back to look at Jeonghan. âWait, whatâs in it for me?â
If his wide eyes were anything to go by, he was as clueless as you were. With a sheepish shrug, he offered, âIâll buy you a candy bar? You like Snickers, right?â
You stared at him in wonder for a while but were soon interrupted by Joshuaâs scandalised gasp. âIs it because Snickers is on sale at the convenience store this week?âÂ
Jeonghan blinked slowly. âWhy else?â
Your gaze drifted back to the mysterious student sitting across the library, now scribbling notes in his iPad between puzzled head-scratches. The part of you that wanted to say âfuck itâ and go through with the dare was growing by the second.
But before you could agree, the dad friend of the group finally decided to speak up. Seungcheol placed a hand on your shoulder and looked you right in the eyes. âYou do know that you donât have to agree to every bet Jeonghan gives you, right? Please tell me that you know that.â
Seeing the worry in his eyes, you couldnât help but wonder if maybe you were starting to develop a gambling problem with the help of Yoon Jeonghan. But whatâs one more bet anyway?
âOne Snickers bar?â you repeated back and Jeonghan nodded. Your eyes narrowed. âMake it three and a can of cola.â
He had the audacity to gasp. âThatâs robbery!â
âNot if youâre the one paying,â Joshua pointed out rather off-handedly, still more focused on his magazine. (You took a moment to identify the issue in his hands as âPractical Sheep, Goats and Alpacasâ and once again wondered how you became friends with this gem of a human.)
Jeonghan grumbled, slumping in his seat. âFine. Three Snickers bars and a can of cola, but you have to go up to him and tell him heâs your boyfriend now and then walk away like nothing happened.â
âBet.â
Beside you, Seungcheol sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose. âI shouldâve just joined the Italians for that group project back in the first year. Why did I choose you idiots instead of the Italians?â
âYou love us.â Jeonghan winked. He then slumped in his seat, a soft pout on his lips. âBy the way, speaking of the Italians, I found one of the girls crying last night.â
âCrying? Why?â you wondered. âWas she okay?â
âApparently her boyfriend broke up with her, over text no less,â Jeonghan sighed, filled with compassion as always. âShe looked really heartbroken. I had to comfort her for hours.â
Joshua frowned. âSo thatâs where you were.â
âDid you find out who the jerk was?â Seungcheol asked. âYou shouldâve at least gone and given him a good slap upside the head.â
âKim Mingyu. Thatâs the jerkâs name.â
Seungcheol grimaced. âThat guy deserves even worse. I swear there seems to be another heartbreak with his name written all over it every three days.â
âWell, anyways!â Jeonghan cheered up again, clapping his hands together excitedly. âYou get to be the heartbreaker today, oh my dear (Y/n).â
âWhen are you going up to him then?â Joshua wondered, setting his magazine aside as curiosity took over. For someone claiming to be well-mannered, he sure loved any implications of impending drama. âIâm not sure how long heâll stay cooped up in here.â
You rolled your eyes and got up, grabbing your bag and phone. âIâm going now and leaving you guys behind.â
âOh, right!â Seungcheol smiled. âYou said youâre going plant shopping, right?â
âPlant shopping?!â screeched Jeonghan, clearly caught unaware. âDonât you already have, like, three plants?â
âI donât have a neon pothos yet,â you reasoned timidly. Joshua nodded in approval as Seungcheol watched you with a fond smile, much resembling a proud father.Â
Jeonghan raised an eyebrow before turning to Seungcheol. âAnd youâre telling me that I am a bad influence on her?â
âIâm going!â you called out softly, slow steps leading you away from the four-seat table in the art section of the library. You watched warily as the boys argued between themselves. âGuys?â
ââ and just the other day you told her to ââ Seungcheol interrupted himself with a cough to offer you a bright smile, silently asking you what you needed.
âIâm leaving,â you whispered theatrically loudly and nodded towards the mysterious stranger in front of whom you were about to make a fool out of yourself.Â
As always, Jeonghan was the first to catch on. He offered a wink. âGood luck, baby.â
You felt your lunch crawl up your throat at the nickname and the suddenly wide eyes of Joshua told you he felt the same way. You shook it off and headed towards the exit.
On the way out of the building, you took a deep breath and stopped in front of your victimâs desk. Feeling like a middle-schooler preparing to recite a poem by heart, you clasped your hands in front of your body and cleared your throat.
At the sudden interruption, the handsome man glanced up, eyes wide in surprise. He mirrored your smile, setting his pen aside as he waited for you to speak.
You didnât need to look back to feel Jeonghanâs and Joshuaâs curious stares on you. But you were nothing if not a good sport, so you forced your smile to brighten a little bit more before looking the man in his eyes and announcing, âAs of right now, you are my boyfriend.â
If you hadnât been the cause of it, the sudden drop of his jaw and the bulging of his eyes would have amused you beyond human comprehension. But unlike Jeonghan and Joshua, you did have an ounce of dignity and compassion, so you offered one last smile before scurrying out of the library.
As you set foot outside the library, you left behind a confused man and a half-hearted promise.
You spent the rest of the week praying and hoping and praying again that you wouldnât run into the tall mysterious stranger who had become your friendsâ newest inside joke. So far, you've been successful.
âHere,â Jeonghan slammed three Snickers bars down on your desk on Monday and sighed, âyour payment.â
Your eyes naturally fell into a suspicious squint. âWhereâs the cola?â
Jeonghan offered a tight-lipped smile and a pat on your shoulder. âJihoon needs it more than you do. Think of the children, Y/n.â
You failed to see how Lee Jihoon who had just three days ago publicly threatened to choke Kwon Soonyoung with his freshly broken guitar string could be considered a child, but you assumed there was a good reason. So you decided to let it slide just this once (or at least until Joshua would feel bad for you and buy you the cola himself).
Until then, you would take what you could get.Â
Frankly, by this point, you were starting to forget about the library incident. It was just a bet like every other. This was no different from the time when Jeonghan dared you to guilt-trip Seungcheol into giving you his favourite hoodie.Â
Except when you caught the eye of a handsome stranger as he walked into the classroom, you knew that was about to change. His lips slowly curved into a smile and you just knew that this was the end of your life as you knew it.
Instinctively, you shuffled around to make yourself seem as small and insignificant as possible. The ceiling looked far more attractive than ever before while you hoped that maybe this man had terrible eyesight and heâd mistake you for part of the furniture. Or maybe heâd at least buy into the idea that it had been a different girl who harassed him at the library.
âI knew I recognized you from somewhere,â the man spoke a bit too smugly as he approached the desk you and Jeonghan had chosen for the lecture. His smile brightened even more. âI guess Iâm your boyfriend now.â
But before you could protest or even comprehend what was happening, he winked and headed further back into the classroom. When you glanced over your shoulder, you found him sitting next to Jeon Wonwoo, a smile on his face. He offered you one last (and, in your opinion, excessive) wink before turning back to his seatmate.
You turned to glare at Jeonghan who looked just as baffled as you felt. Under your threatening stare, his silence slowly turned into nervous laughter. âWell⊠That was not the outcome I expectedâŠâ
âOh, it wasnât?â you couldnât help but bite back before groaning and hiding your face in your hands. âHas he been in this class this whole time?â
âI guess he always sits towards the back,â Jeonghan concluded slowly, âso we wouldnât have seen him but he would have seen us.â
You wished heâd come to that conclusion a few days earlier. âYou owe me that cola and then some more, Yoon.â
Sitting across from you at the little campus cafe, Joshua shared a glance with Seungcheol. The latter shrugged so he decided he had to be the one to take action.Â
âSo,â he started somewhat hesitantly, fully aware of what an angry you was capable of, âdo you want to tell us what happened?â
âWhat do you mean?â you feigned ignorance all the while aggressively stirring your soup of the day. âNothing interesting ever happens here.â
Thoroughly unconvinced, Seungcheol raised an eyebrow. âSure.â
âI think something happened in class today,â Joshua elaborated slowly. It was only then that you remembered he had taken a fair share of psychology classes. âDo you want to talk about it? Was it Jeonghan again?â
As both a surprise and the expected outcome, you slammed your spoon on the table. âThat jerk! Do you know what he did?â
Joshuaâs almost failed attempt to swallow down a sarcastic comment could be seen by any bystander but you paid it no mind.
âDo you remember the guy from the library? You know, the one.â
âThe tall guy?â Seungcheol wondered. You nodded. âI remember him.â
âTurns out heâs in our literature class!â You clapped your hands together in a fit of rage. âAnd now I have to spend the rest of the semester in the same room as him every Monday.â
Joshua blinked. âThat doesnât seem too bad.â
âHe winked at me today. Twice. And he kept smiling at me too.â
âOh.â Joshua tried to find a different word of comfort. He was out of words for the day. Perhaps his last psychology essay had really stolen half his personal dictionary. âThatâs⊠rough, buddy.â
âSpeaking of the devil,â Seungcheol whispered so faintly you barely heard. He glanced towards the door and surely enough, as if heâd heard your words in the wind, the man of the hour walked into the cafe.Â
You almost swooned at the way his shirt rode up a little as he stretched his arms up and at the smile and friendly greeting he offered the cashier. His voice soon filled the cafe with a sense of warmth, like he belonged right there.Â
âBusy day?â you heard him as the cashier as he made his way behind the counter. âLots of customers today?â
The cashier chuckled. âNothing more than usual. Theyâre your customers now though.â
You turned to Joshua and Seungcheol again, hiding your face behind your strategically placed menu. âHe works here?!â
âListen, I was not any wiser than you,â Joshua justified with wide and apologetic eyes. âMaybe he wonât recognize you.â
âIâm highly doubtful,â Seungcheol pointed out rather lazily, leaning his head against the cool glass of the window. âHeâs recognized her once, whatâs a few more times?â
You were deeply grateful for the silence that took over afterwards, happily ignoring the silent conversation of blinks and nudges your two friends were having. You lifted your hood up and stirred your soup a few more times before taking your first spoonful â the sooner you start, the sooner you finish, and the sooner you can leave this personal hell of yours to hide in your bedroom.
âWell, I think Cheol had a point in that,â Joshua suddenly whispered, nudging your leg under the table. For once, you had no intention to look up.
With a soft clink, a plate was placed on the table. You found a piece of the cake of the day in front of you and glanced up. The âboyfriendâ offered you a wide smile and nodded to your food. âEat well. Cakeâs on the house for you, sweetheart.â
Without another word, he shuffled back to the counter and resumed his task of re-organizing the cake display.Â
â...Did that just happen?â Seungcheol wondered, eyeing your cake in a way that made you wary with good reason. âAnd can I please have a bite?â
You blinked and pushed the plate towards your friend. His smile lit up the room as he reached for a spoon and began munching away. When you glanced towards the counter again, you found your âboyfriendâ watching you with a sweet smile, a puzzled look in his eyes and a puppy-like curious tilt to his head.Â
Promptly you made the decision to avoid this cafe at all costs.
The mysterious boy who hadnât existed to you just a week ago suddenly seemed to be following you around like a shadow. He was everywhere you went. It almost felt like a bad dream.
He had already chewed you out of your favourite cafe and now he seemed determined to make it so there was nowhere you could go in peace.
Youâd go to class, and 6 out of 10 times he was there too, already nose-deep in his notes at the back of the classroom. There was nowhere you could sit to hide from the glint of recognition in his eyes and the charmingly bright smile he directed your way each time.
Youâd go to the grocery store and voila! He was there! Picking out watermelons like he knew exactly what he was doing (you were fairly sure he didnât because, honestly, who even knows how to pick out watermelons?).
Youâd go to the park across the street from the dorms and turn back on your heel because he was, once again, there, flexing his muscles as he warmed up for a run with his fratboy friends.Â
âI honestly think youâre being a little bit overdramatic,â Jeonghan told you softly as you attempted to hide behind a bookshelf at the library. You paid him no mind.
The mysterious âboyfriendâ was here as well. You had almost betrayed yourself and squeaked when you recognized him reading a book synopsis right next to you.
âMaybe heâs stalking me. Maybe thatâs why heâs always exactly where I am,â you theorised while watching him like a hawk from your hiding spot. Jeonghan leaned his head out of the shadows to take a good look at the boy but you harshly pulled him back to hiding by his collar.Â
You glared at your friend before whispering, âYouâll get us caught like this, idiot!â
He raised an unimpressed brow. âAre you sure heâs the one stalking you and not the other way around?â
âIâ Thatâs impossible! Who do you think I am?!â You so wished to curse him out but you still had some manners left. You scoffed. âJust shut up and let me suffer in peace.â
When you turned back to watch the mysterious guy, however, your soul almost left your body. He was right there â right in front of you, leaning against the bookshelf â smiling at you like it was the most natural thing.Â
âHi,â he spoke. You wished his voice wasnât so enjoyably husky.Â
You offered a tight-lipped smile, hand already reaching for Jeonghanâs sleeve to drag him out of the library and give him another earful for putting you in this situation. âHi.â
It was hard to tell which was worse: the adorable smile the stranger offered you at your reply or the judgmental glare of Jeonghan which told you that your voice had betrayed you once again. You were doomed either way.
âI just realised we see each other so often but I donât even know your name,â the stranger spoke and he seemed almost shy with the way he fiddled with the string of his black hoodie.Â
Before you could open your mouth to either tell him to leave or tell him a random name you came up with on the spot, Jeonghan jumped into the conversation a bit too enthusiastically, âIâm Jeonghan! This is my best friend, (Y/n). Please take good care of her for me. I have to go help my friend get his cat out of the oven.â
And just like that you had lost another friend. Youâd be sure to tell Seungcheol about this to make his disappearance official. Traitors were not welcome in your group.
âYour nameâs pretty,â the stranger told you softly, still fiddling and looking down at his sneakers. If you didnât know any better, you wouldâve thought he actually had a crush on you. âPretty like you are.â He cleared his throat and looked at you once again, forcing a wide smile. âIâm Kim Mingyu.â
It took every ounce of muscle control and brain power you had left not to let your jaw drop.Â
âWhat?!â Seungcheol screeched before glaring at Jeonghan like heâd just been caught in the act of murdering a beloved family pet. âYou littleâ You set her up with a frat boy!â
Jeonghan saw no problem with it. âIâm pretty sure you almost became a frat boy, Cheol.â
âThatâs different!âÂ
âAnd Joshua was literally in a frat until this year!â
Joshua did not appreciate his name being brought into this conversation. He rolled his eyes before offering you a look that told you that he blamed you for all of this. âYou do realise I left the frat for a reason, right?â
âYes, we know,â Jeonghan waved his protests away off-handedly, âyou got caught making out with the presidentâs girl. Nothing to brag about.â
You could barely hold your laugh as Joshuaâs jaw dropped, scandalised and exasperated. âWhere did that rumour even come from?! Seriously! That is not what happened!â
âEh, close enough.â Jeonghan shrugged. âAnyways, how was I supposed to know that guy was the Kim Mingyu? Itâs not like he wears a name tag! None of you could recognize him either.â
A moment of realisation dawned on you. You let out a soft cry. âDude, he sat with Jeon Wonwoo. Who else could he have been?â
âWonwooâs pretty okay though,â Joshua pointed out. âNot sure about Mingyu.â
âDidnât Mingyu date like 30 girls just last semester? They say heâs sort of crazy about women or something. Falls in love too quickly.â Seungcheol sighed before glaring at Jeonghan. âYou couldnât have picked literally anyone else?â
âWho?â Jeonghan scoffed. âJoshua? You?â
âThe fact that those are the only other options you saw is really concerning,â you mumbled while hiding your face in your hands.
Of course your luck had gotten you entangled in a situation with the universityâs biggest womaniser. You were Screwed with a capital S.
âJust avoid him,â Seungcheol had drilled into your head that evening. âAvoid him and donât look him in the eyes. Just walk in the opposite direction if you see him. Do not let him speak to you or youâll fall into his trap.â
You leaned against the wall in front of the locked lecture hall door, lost in your thoughts. The laptop in your hands offered a nice grounding weight to remind you to not float too far away, but it didnât seem to be enough.
Perhaps you shouldâve found it amusing that your best friends were treating this guy as some sort of a mythical creature â a siren of some sort that could charm people into a relationship with a smile and two words. But you were more annoyed than anything.
How could this guy appear everywhere you went all the while offering you wide smiles! He seemed less harmful than a golden retriever puppy when he smiled and it annoyed you to no end. Perhaps you were more of a cat personâŠÂ
âHi!âÂ
You almost jumped in your spot. Your lungs filled with air and your heart rate picked up immensely; it felt like you were coming back to life with the scare. With a wary tightening of your grip you made sure you hadnât dropped your laptop.Â
Who in the hellâ
âDamn it,â you cursed under your breath when you caught his eyes. By now you could recognize the chocolate-like shade of them anywhere. Remembering Seungcheolâs words, you quickly looked away and spoke no more.
Mingyu continued smiling at you â he always did â and spoke, âDid you sleep well last night? Have you had breakfast?â
A part of you felt bad for ignoring his caring questions. But feeling bad about this was better than getting scolded by Seungcheol⊠Mingyu could survive a one-sided conversation.
âHere,â he spoke again, his voice soon followed by plastic crinkling.
You felt the wrapper of a candy bar press against the back of your hand. It was impossible to ignore and so you opened your hand. A Snickers bar.Â
Looking up at him was your next mistake. You swear your heart malfunctioned when his smile widened a little. The twinkle in his eyes showed how proud he was of himself before his words could. âI bought it for you. I saw your friend give you three of those, like, weeks ago, so I figuredâŠâ He shrugged and looked away shyly. âI figured you might like it.â
Speaking was your second mistake that day. âI do. Thank you.â
The wide smile he offered in return would be engraved into your memory for weeks to come. âSo you do speak!âÂ
You realised your error then and there. Awkwardly clearing your throat, you looked up and down the hallway. âYou thought I couldnât?â
âWell, no,â Mingyu hummed. âItâs just that youâve never spoken to me since that day at the library and I was getting worried.â He smiled again. âI like your voice. It suits you well.â
You nodded in acknowledgment, fingers grasping the candy bar and your laptop a bit tighter as you willed this interaction to end. Except a part of you â a stupid, dumb, hopelessly romantic part â didnât want it to end yet. And so, you spoke again, âI didnât realise you took this class too.â
âI had an annoying free slot in my timetable this semester, so I decided to sign up,â he told you easily, already moving to lean against the wall as well, positioning himself right next to you and just close enough for comfort. âItâs quite fun.â
âThe professorâs great. Though the assignmentsââ
âAnnoying, right?â he interjected with an annoyed groan and you couldnât help but agree. âI mean, weekly reading diaries? 40 pages to read each week? Why?â
âThe formatting is so dumb too,â you added. âIt always takes me at least thirty minutes just to make sure itâs the correct format and reference style.â
Mingyu nodded enthusiastically. âI almost regret taking this class because of the stupid assignment formatting alone.âÂ
You werenât prepared for how your heart skipped a small beat at his next words.Â
âBut seeing you here makes it a lot better.â
You decided to not tell your friends about the interaction. It was better this way. You could keep a secret from them. Easy-peasy.Â
It had already been an entire day and they had no idea. You could easily do this forever.
âYouâre hiding something from us,â Seungcheol concluded just thirty seconds after you sat down across from him at the library. You gulped. âI donât like this.â
Abandoning his magazine, Joshua raised an eyebrow, eyeing Seungcheol weirdly between curious glances at you. âHow do you know?â
âI know my friends very well,â the oldest replied â his voice a pitch lower than usual to prove a point â and leaned back in his chair, arms crossed over his chest, âand I know my friends would never ever lie to me or hide something from me.â
Jeonghan rolled his eyes, an arm wrapping around your anxiously shaky shoulders. âDoes she look like a liar to you, Cheol? Sheâs not the lying type. Oh.â He offered you a worried look. âAre you cold? Youâre shaking. Do want me toââ
âI knew it!â Seungcheol slammed his hands onto the table loudly enough to gain the attention of the entire student body at the library at that moment. You could not have felt more ashamed, but he seemed unbothered.Â
He practically hissed at you. âWhat arenât you telling us? Whatâs so bad that you canât tell us about it?â
âWait, youâre actually hiding something?â Joshua caught on, gasping. âSeriously?â He leaned forward immediately, chest pressed against wood as he practically lied on top of the desk, barely inches from your face. âWhat is it?â
âYou can tell us, you know,â Jeonghan softly told you. It was in these rare moments that you remembered why Jeonghan was your best friend among these three. âWeâre not gonna be mad.â
But oh how wrong he was.
âIââ You took a deep breath under their curious gazes. âI might have spoken to Mingyu yesterday.â
âMight have?â Joshua sighed softly and fell back into his chair in defeat. âGreat. So in (Y/n) language that means you had a heart-to-heart in front of the anthropology lecture room.â
You were a little concerned that he could read you that well.
âItâs not that bad,â Jeonghan defended you, almost offended on your behalf. âWhy would sheââ His eyes narrowed at the candy wrapper still peeking out from your pocket. He sighed right after and almost broke his chair with how heavily he leaned back into it. âDid he give you food? You spoke to him in exchange for food?â
Seungcheol caught your eye and looked like he wanted to slam his head against the wall. â(Y/n), what did we talk about last time?â
âYou told me to avoid him,â you whispered shamefully.
âRight. I did. Because men are wolves and Kim Mingyu is the worst of them all.â He rubbed the bridge of his nose, eyes crinkling shut. âYouâre gonna get your heart broken so bad, my dear.â
âHe honestly doesnât seem so bad though,â you pointed out after a pause of silence. âHeâs pretty nice.â
âThat isââ Joshua sighed deeply before letting out a sound akin to a sob. âThat is exactly the problem. Heâs too nice. Heâs nice to all the girls and they all fall for him and he falls for them and then the perfect daydream is crushed and they break up and he moves onto the next girl that catches his eye. Youâre going to get your heart broken like this.â
Seungcheol had now leaned his face onto the desk, forehead pressed against his textbook. âIâd honestly rather you dated Wonwoo. That guy at least doesnât have commitment issues.â
âWho has commitment issues?â a familiar husky voice spoke from the side.Â
The four of you collectively jumped and stared at the source of the sound. Kim Mingyu, standing at the end of your four-seat desk with an awkward smile and a small pink bento box in hand.Â
âYouâ What are you doing here?â Jeonghan sputtered, hand reaching for yours protectively under the desk â a subconscious attempt to ground and comfort you.
Mingyu held up the container in his hand before sliding it over to you. He gave you an affectionate pat on the head before telling you, âI made you lunch. Figured you might need it with all the studying you have planned for today. Iâm cheering for you! Youâll nail this assignment!â
Without another word â but not without one last shy yet charming sweet smile on his way out after he almost tripped over the carpet â he left you be. The food container remained in front of you.Â
Joshua stared at the box for a moment, mouth agape. âHe brought you food?â
âHow did he even know youâd be here?â Seungcheol wondered while scratching his head in thought. âDoes he really stalk you?â
âNo, but⊠I might have let it slip yesterday that I would be studying all day with you guys,â you mumbled and reached for the bento box somewhat sheepishly.Â
You barely managed to reach to open it before Seungcheol slid it away from you and opened it himself. The smell of warm homemade food filled the room.Â
Seungcheol glared at you when you tried to move to get your food back. He slid it further from your reach and picked up the chopsticks placed into the box. âIâm eating it. You donât deserve to eat after what youâve done.â
âHe literally brought this for me though?â you grumbled but relented and leaned back into your seat.Â
You watched enviously as Seungcheol fed a bite to Joshua and the latter moaned in delight. âOh my god, this is amazing. Wow. Is this homemade?â
âIt sure looks like it,â Seungcheol sighed and offered you another glare before sliding the box closer to you again. âYouâre so lucky I love you.âÂ
You cheered quietly â you wouldnât go hungry this time.
It seemed that Mingyuâs boldness dialled up by one notch every week.Â
Gone were the days when youâd go to class on Mondays, fearing (read: hoping) heâd meet your eyes and smile at you as he walked to the back of the class.Â
You came to the realisation as both you and Jeonghan stared at him on this Monday morning.Â
Softly gasping for air but still carrying an air of nonchalant pride that seemed to follow him everywhere, Kim Mingyu slumped into the otherwise free seat on your other side. He let out a groan and leaned his head back, closing his eyes.
âGod, I hate the stairs,â he eventually sighed before straightening up again and offering you a small smile. âHi.â
You looked at him, glanced back at where Wonwoo was seated â nose deep in his Macbook, a little too deep in the dayâs readings â, and back at him. Jeonghan did the same. You shared a look. Then, you turned to Mingyu and asked, âAre you okay?â
Both he and Jeonghan seemed baffled by your question. But whereas Jeonghanâs confusion could be described as âthat is not what we discussed, girl??â, Mingyu's seemed to be more joyous.
His smile brightened just a bit. âYeah,â he breathed out, âIâm just scared of elevators.â
Not what you had asked for, but you decided youâd take it.
âYou climbed up the stairs?â Jeonghan wondered, eyes widening by the second. âFive floors?â
âThe elevator is terrifying, okay?â Mingyu whined and rested his head on your shoulder.Â
You barely noticed the gesture, instinctually leaning your head to rest on his. It was only Jeonghanâs disbelieving glare that seemed to snap you out of whatever Mingyu-induced daze you were in.
You startled back upright, surprising Mingyu who straightened up as well, head whipping around to find whatever had scared you so. When he found nothing even remotely threatening, he blinked in surprise. âWhat was that?â
Under Jeonghanâs amused stare, you cleared your throat and feigned nonchalance. âWhat was what?â
âThatâ Youâ Iâ Youââ Mingyu stuttered almost frantically, unable to find the words. You decided he was rather cute after all.Â
No, dumbass. You had made a promise to Seungcheol â no boyfriends, especially ones named Kim Mingyu. You shook your head to remind yourself of that when you almost drowned into the browns of his confused eyes.Â
âI think the lack of oxygen is getting to you,â Jeonghan decided to save you this time. He leaned his head on his hand propped up on the desk. When you and your âboyfriendâ looked at him weird, he shrugged. âHe climbed up five floors. His poor brainâs probably on the verge of dying.â
While you thought it was ridiculous, the half-assed explanation seemed to fit Mingyuâs logic just fine.
âWell, there does tend to be less oxygen up high,â Mingyu agreed, eyes narrowing in thought and head nodding along. âYeah, I guess that makes sense.â
It didnât make sense but you werenât in any mood to explain the modern wonder of air conditioning and ventilation to this poor guy yet. Maybe on your fifth date.Â
Waitâ
Before you could gather your thoughts, the professor cleared her throat and began the lecture. All eyes were on her â for the first two minutes anyway.Â
But you were still perplexed. Had you just really considered â even in a roundabout way â actually dating Kim Mingyu? You glanced to your left; he sat right there, pretty brown eyes fully focused on the lecturer, his fingers tapping away at the keyboard⊠The warm lights of the lecture hall seemed to make him glow.Â
Ethereal. Breathtaking. His jawline mustâve been sculpted by the gods themselves.
No wonder all the girls fell for him.
As you were about to shake that thought from your head, you felt Jeonghan lean closer to you. Your heart stopped as you felt his breath on your ear. He whispered, âDonât let Seungcheol find out about your crush.â
Gritting your teeth, you considered your options:Â
a) You could pretend you didnât hear him â heâd never let you live it down though.
b) You could just shrug it off and act like he was dumb for even suggesting youâd have a crush on a heartbreaker like Kim Mingyu â but he knew you better than that and youâd be caught in a lie.
c) âHe wonât find out if you donât tell him,â you whispered back, glaring at him over your back.Â
Jeonghanâs lips curved into an amused smirk, his brow quirking up. âYeah? And how do you know I wonât tell him your little secret?â
âBecause if you do, Iâll tell him it was you whoâs been sneaking expensive drinks on our pub bills.âHe paled immediately â option c: success.
As you walked to class on Thursday, you decided to stop acting like you disliked Mingyu.Â
Coming to terms with your crush had taken a few mental breakdowns and a few too many crying-emoji-filled messages to Jeonghan over the last two days. It was a small price to pay.
For the first time since that fateful day at the library, you approached him first. You headed straight towards the lecture room, beelined straight for him â leaned against the wall, reading something off his phone â, and offered him a friendly smile. âHi.â
He looked up immediately â with such force that you worried his neck would snap â and mirrored your smile. You had to hold back from swooning; god, he really did look like a golden retriever puppy.Â
âHi,â he replied and locked his phone, hiding it in his back pocket and reaching for your hand on instinct. Unfortunately, you hadnât come to terms with your crush that much yet, and so you hid your hands behind your back. He seemed to take the hint just fine.
His smile never disappeared as he watched you, seeming to almost adore you just for standing in front of him. âSomething feels different today,â he finally mentioned. âI like it.â
âYeah?â You laughed.
âYeah,â he nodded decisively, and you felt proud for doing something to brighten his day, only for your heart to skip a beat at his next words, âyou should smile more often.â
âIâ What?â
His grin widened. âYou almost never smile at me. But youâre smiling today. I like that.â
If you hadnât decided to just accept your new-found crush earlier, you sure would have now.Â
His ears burned red â as you felt yours must have been â and he cleared his throat while bashfully looking at the ground. He bounced in his spot for a moment before asking, âDid you eat yet?â
âHad a granola bar on the way here,â you confessed shamefully after a moment of thought. âIn my defence, I almost missed my bus.â
âSame here,â he laughed, glancing up again. He hesitated only for a moment before suggesting, âDo you want to come to the cafe with me after the class?â When you didnât immediately answer â too busy trying to figure out if this was real or you had developed a very bad case of hallucinations â he softly added, "I could get you cheesecake for free.â
And just like that you were ready to marry this man. Seungcheol, Joshua and Jeonghan could eat dirt â they were probably just jealous that you were getting someoneâs attention and they were sad unlovable loners. Yeah, that was definitely it. No other reason why theyâd try to prevent you from falling in love with this wonderful guy who was promising you free cheesecake.
âIâd love that,â you replied with a bright smile.Â
Exactly two hours later, you found yourself in a booth at the café you had previously sworn to boycott, sitting across from the very reason you had declared your boycott to begin with. Life is strange, you concluded, but found yourself unable to look away from him.
âCheesecake for the lady,â Mingyu smiled proudly as he presented the plate to you. Seeing your thankful and excited smile, he winked, âI made sure to get you the biggest slice they had.â
You couldâve kissed him on the mouth for that comment alone.
âSo,â he began as the two of you settled further into your seats, getting more comfortable, âwhatâs your major?â
You didnât hesitate to answer his question before shooting back, âAnd you?â
âGraphic design,â he told you with a shrug. âIt was either that or business.â
âNice,â you nodded along though you were unable to find any further words. You silently cursed yourself for being so damn awkward with strangers. Did Mingyu even count as a stranger? Was he your friend? An acquaintance? Your boyfriend?
He seemed to sense your internal turmoil, reaching a hand over the table to hold yours. âAre you always this awkward with people?â
âOnly at the beginning,â you confessed and felt his fingers tighten around yours in a comforting manner. âI promise Iâm not usually this boring.â
âI mean,â he chuckled, âyou seemed rather bold at the library that day. I thought that confidence carried over into other situations.â
âOnly occasionally.â
But he didnât seem to mind. âThatâs okay. I like a challenge anyway.â
It was your turn to laugh. âYeah? Then how come youâre not a challenge yourself?â
âWhat do you mean?â His ears burned a shameful red again.Â
âAny normal guy wouldâve acted like nothing happened,â you told him. âBut you started getting me snacks and making small talk in front of the lecture hall.â
The red of his ears got darker by the second. But he cleared his throat and shrugged almost bashfully. âCan you blame me? Itâs not every day a pretty girl tells me to be her boyfriend.â
Your breath hitched. âYou think Iâm pretty?â
âThe prettiest,â he confessed with a shy smile and your heart was completely spoken for.
You had one single duty to your friends: to always tell the truth. As much as it pained you, you had to tell them about Mingyu.Â
Because, for one, Seungcheol wouldnât stop asking about him.Â
And, for two, because you had learnt there was no use lying to them because they each seemed to have a built-in lie detector.Â
But coming to terms with your inability to lie to your three friends came with horrible consequences.
And by consequences, you meant Seungcheol and Joshua grilling you about your relationship with Mingyu as if you had committed a crime most vile, complete with Jeonghan viewing the interrogation from the sofa with a bowl of popcorn.
âIt wasnât a date,â you tried to defend yourself. âWe just went to the cafĂ© after the lecture.â
âYeah, the cafĂ©,â Joshua emphasised as you stared at him dumbly, âthe place where couples go on first dates.â
âIt wasnât a date,â you repeated yourself with a sigh. âIt was just coffee and a slice of cake.â
Seungcheol paced around on the rug, already wearing holes into his dark socks. He ran a hand through his hair before pointing at Jeonghan. âYou; youâre planning a first date with your crush. Where do you take them?â
Your head immediately snapped to glare at Jeonghan, daring him to say as much as a word â you knew exactly where this was going. He responded with a mischievous smile and you turned to scream into a cushion before he could even open his mouth.
Fortunately, Jeonghan was a nice friend and patiently waited for your screaming to stop before answering in a clear voice, âTo the campus cafĂ© to get coffee and a slice of their favourite cake.â
You threw the cushion right at his head. He only laughed.
Seungcheol, as if unaware of Jeonghanâs very clear plot against you, gestured widely before glaring at you. âDo you see my point?â
âIt was not a dateââ you began again, perhaps hoping that repeating the sentence enough times would make the guys magically believe you and forget the argument. But your speech was interrupted by the unmistakable ringtone off your phone.Â
You checked your pockets but it wasnât there. Instead, to your horror, you found that Joshua had it right there, in the palm of his hand. He eyed it suspiciously before looking up to smirk at you. âLoverboy doesnât seem to think so though.â
Your heart sank and soared at the same time.Â
Mingyu said it was a date? Fuck. Now you had lost your only argument.Â
On the other hand⊠Mingyu thought it was a date? Aw.
That latter thought seemed to betray you to Seungcheol. His glare hardened. â(Y/n)!â
âOkay, so it was a date!â you burst before sighing and curling into yourself on the armchair. âIs it a crime to date? Is it that bad that I like someone?â
Your question was met with a softening gaze. Whether it was your words or something else about your behaviour, the three seemed to suddenly become guilty and remorseful.Â
âNo, itâsâ Youâ Iââ Seungcheol stuttered to find the words. His posture had suddenly sunk from big and intimidating to tiny and slumped. He exchanged worried glances with your other two friends before letting out a soft whine and stumbling over the carpet to hug you to his chest. âItâs not bad that you like someone. Of course you can date whoever you want.â
âJust not Mingyu?â you scoffed but made no move to leave his embrace. His stubborn personality and overprotective nature be damned, but he gave the best and warmest hugs you had ever experienced. You doubted anyone could give better hugs.Â
He sighed. âIâ Donât make me feel bad about this. God, I canât do thisââ
âWe just don't want you to get hurt,â Joshua took over, reaching over to pat your head. âMingyu kind of has a reputation.â
âI don't think he does it on purpose though,â you mumbled.
âI donât either,â Joshua hummed, âbut the fact is that he leaves a trail of broken hearts wherever he goes. He falls fast and hard but he loses interest just as quick. We donât want you to be one of the broken girls he leaves behind.â
âBet I can fix him,â you stubbornly joked and chuckled but you weren't fully convinced it was a joke anymore.
Joshua laughed. âIâm sure you can.â
âCanât you guys just be a little more supportive?â you sighed, finally leaning out of Seungcheolâs embrace. âIf he breaks my heart, so be it.â
âYou donât deserve your heart broken by a fratboy with commitment issues,â Joshua told you gently. âThatâs the whole thing.â
You heard a scoff from over on the sofa. âSheâs not in love with you, Shua.â
Joshuaâs and Seungcheolâs heads snapped up immediately, one glaring at Jeonghan and the other at you.
âMe?!âÂ
âLOVE?! YOUâRE IN LOVE WITH HIM???â
You vowed that if you went to jail this year, it would be for the death of Yoon Jeonghan. You hoped your glare over Seungcheolâs shoulder was enough to convey your intentions.
âFine, you can go on a second date with Mingyu,â Seungcheol had told you, much like a father lecturing his rebellious teenage daughter, âbut only if we come along.â
And so, you went on your second date to the fair with Kim Mingyu, accompanied by one menacing bodyguard and your two mostly normal friends. And what a date it was.
Holding onto him tight as he all but cried into your shoulder, you wondered how this poor coward had even gotten this far in life.Â
âItâs okay,â you told him, patting his head as you exited the haunted maze attraction. âSee, weâre out already! Youâre fine.â
The date had been so nice so far. He had paid for the tickets (all of them, which seemed to get him in Jeonghanâs good graces) and bought you a themed headband to wear. He had won you a bear plushie from a no-doubt rigged stand, only smiling proudly as the attendant glared and handed him the prize. The butterflies in your chest couldnât have been more fluttery and excited than they had been this entire evening. The perfect date, 10/10, you understood why so many girls fell for the Kim Mingyu.
But then you had discovered your boyfriendâs fatal flaw: despite his imposing size and the visible definition of his muscles, he was an absolute coward.Â
Though he had put on a confident act while waiting in the queue, it took him no less than two minutes to start screaming in fear and using you as a shield from the scare actors.
As you tried your hardest to comfort him, wiping the tears of fear from his cheeks and rubbing gentle circles into his back, Jeonghan was cackling behind you like a maniac, finding great joy in your boyfriendâs distress. âAre you scared of clowns, Kim Mingyu? Clowns?âÂ
âIâm scared of a lot of things, but clowns arenât one of them!â Mingyu bravely shouted at him, eyes blood-shot and throat sore from all the screaming and squealing he had done these past fifteen minutes, before his words dawned on him. âI meantââ
With a judgemental nose scrunch, Joshua nudged your side and scoffed out a short laugh before whispering, âYou sure know how to pick them, huh?â
âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â you growled at him but paid him no more attention as Mingyu grabbed onto your arm with yet another screech of fear.
âDude,â Seungcheol sighed deeply, defeated and tired of your fair adventure, âthat was just a pigeon.â
âBirds are scary,â Mingyu retorted immediately.
âNot pigeons,â Jeonghan told him with an equally exhausted sigh. âTheyâre about as harmful as you are. No one ever, in the history of this planet got physically attacked by a pigeon.â
âWell, actuallyââ Joshua began but was promptly cut off by your elbow between his ribs.
âDo you want to go somewhere else?â you asked Mingyu, squeezing his hand for comfort. âMaybe we could go eat? Or just walk around?â
He hesitated. âI was actually hoping we couldâ Nevermind. Thatâs stupid.â
âNo, itâs not. Whatever it is, Iâm sure itâs fun. What were you thinking?â
â... The ferris wheel?â He side-eyed your friends for the briefest moment before adding in a whisper, âJust the two of us?â
Without a moment to think about it (because god knows youâd be caught by Seungcheol), you tugged on his hand and began running towards the queue for the ferris wheel, glancing behind you to make sure they hadnât followed you.
âWhat was that?â Mingyu giggled as you came to a stop.Â
âYou said you wanted to come, just the two of us,â you told him with a shrug and an award-winning smile. âKeep a low profile and they wonât find us.â
âWhy are they here with us anyway?â he wondered before quickly correcting himself, âNot that I think theyâre bad or annoying or somethingâ Itâs just thatââ
You laughed and glanced through the growing crowd at where your trio of friends were looking around nearly frantically, like a pack of guard dogs trying to figure out where the sound had come from. âTheyâre overprotective and think youâre bad news.â
âMe?â Lips pursing into a small pout, he seemed a little dejected at the thought. âDo you?â
âDo I what?â
âDo you think Iâm bad news? That Iâm not good for you?â
The sadness in his beautiful brown eyes made you weak inside. You were ready to spill every truth and lie and everything in between just to make him happy again. But before you could, the staff member in charge of the wheel greeted you with a tired smile and asked for your tickets and, before you knew it, you were seated in the gondola.
You had read enough romance novels to know where this would lead.
Or so you thought, until the wheel was three metres off the ground and Mingyu was the palest you had ever seen him, eyes wide with fear as he looked at anything but the windows.Â
âYou good?â you asked him carefully, reaching your hand across the gondola to squeeze his knee. He didnât answer. And then it dawned on you â the very same realization from just twenty minutes ago â your boyfriend was the dictionary definition of a coward. â... Donât tell me youâre afraid of heights.â
Shaking a little from the fear travelling through his veins, he took a sharp breath. âI wonât.â
âBut are you?â
âYes. Deathly.â
You wanted to laugh at the irony. âYou were the one that suggested we come on the ferris wheel!â
âI didnât think it would be this bad if youâre with me!â he practically whined, eyes squeezed shut, his hand searching for yours for comfort. âI just wanted this date to be romantic for you. What good date doesnât end with a ferris wheel ride?!â
Why was your stupid cowardly boyfriend making your heart flutter again like this? Just a few simple words that he probably hadnât even thought through and you were melting all over again.
âIs there anything I can do to make this easier for you?â you offered.Â
He shook his head. âIâm sorry.â
âItâs fine.â
âNo, itâs not. All youâve done today is comfort me and tell me itâs fine but, really, you must think Iâm a coward and an idiot.â
Well, he wasnât completely wrong. But itâs not like you were ever going to tell him.
âActually, can you just tell me when weâre going down again?â he added soon after, voice cracking. He paused. âOr, well, actually donât do that because you must already think Iâm pathetic and I donât want to ruin this for you andââ
You werenât sure why or how, but you found yourself pressing your lips to his. His rambling cut off with a noise of surprise and before long, he leaned closer to you, still squeezing your hand with his, and nearly melted into the kiss.
When you pulled away, nose still brushing against his, he let out a shaky breath that sounded just a little bit like a laugh. âWhat was that for?â
âIâ Youââ you stuttered, unable to believe your own actions. You leaned further away from him, clearing your throat as the gondola came to a stop at the bottom of the wheel, the staff fumbling with the door to let you out. âWeâre back on the ground.â
âWe are?â he breathed out and finally opened his (admittedly hazy) eyes. âOh. I guess we are.â
As you stepped out of the gondola and began on your way back towards the front gate, he linked your arms, playing with your fingers. âThat wasnât so bad.â
âYou were almost crying,â you told him with a good-hearted laugh and a nudge. âPlease do us both a favour and never take your date to a haunted maze or to the ferris wheel ever again.â
âYeah, thatâs probably for the best,â he laughed, sheepish.
âThere you two are!â Jeonghanâs voice sounded from behind you. You turned to offer him a smile. He replied with a sarcastic one of his own before yelling as loud as he could (which, admittedly, was not very loud at all), âCheol! Shua! I found the fools in love!â
As your trio of friends slowly gathered, you were still focused on Mingyu. The fairy lights had no right to make him look so beautiful. You were certain you would dream of him tonight.Â
âThe haunted maze aside,â you started, voice low as to not let your friends hear, âI enjoyed this date.â
He grinned brightly. âMe too. But I suppose everythingâs just better with you.â
âSame time next week?â you half-joked. âIâll do the planning this time though.â
âOnly if you promise there wonât be any more haunted mazes,â he mumbled to cover up the fact that you had him wrapped around your fingers, wound so tight he could never think of letting go.
âItâs a date,â you laughed and kissed his cheek just as Seungcheol walked over to drag you away by your arm. âHey!â
âItâs past your curfew,â he deadpanned while Jeonghan and Joshua snickered behind you.Â
You scoffed. âIâm an adult?!â
âYou snuck away with your boyfriend!â he accused, looking almost actually offended by your actions. âWhat adult does that? And with a frat boy of all things?â
âI think theyâre cute,â Joshua argued with a kind smile, having always been the most hopeless romantic of the bunch. âHeâs like a golden retriever in love.â
âGolden retriever?" Seungcheol scoffed. âHe towers over all of us. Heâs a great dane if anything.â
As if to prove your friendsâ point, the sound of rapid footsteps echoed from the pavement.Â
Always the most brave of the three, Jeonghan turned his head to take a look. He let out a disbelieving laugh. â(Y/n), your puppyâs coming with us.â
âMy what?â you wondered, brows furrowing as you turned to see whatever it was he had noticed. Your heart fluttered at the sight of Mingyu running up to you with a bashful smile.Â
âIââ he gasped out, struggling to breathe.Â
Your friends and you were equally breathless, mostly from shock.
He took one more deep breath â all the while glaring at the starry sky as if to curse the gods for giving him such a poor lung capacity â and then turned to smile at you again, âWhat kind of a date would I be if I didnât walk you to your front door?â
âOne without a death wish,â you swore you heard Seungcheol mumble under his breath. But you werenât too worried about him (he couldnât hurt a fly even if he wanted to), especially when you had a whole Kim Mingyu running to you.
âYou donât have toââ you started.
But he shook his head and smiled a little prouder before offering his arm. âHere, Iâll keep you safe.â
âWhat are we? Just random street rats?â Jeonghan wondered while looking awfully amused. âYou think one of you can protect her better than three of us?â
While Mingyu looked like he wanted the ground to swallow him whole, red ears and all, you came to his defence with a discerning stare directed at your three friends. You shrugged. âI certainly feel safer with him.â
With a pained groan and a hand to his chest as if to will his heart to stop hurting, Jeonghan grabbed Seungcheol by the arm. âCâmon, great dane, heâs clearly got it covered.â
Seungcheol blinked at him, baffled. âYouâre not seriously thinking ofâ Jeonghan! We canât just leave them!â
You gave your best friend a begging look. As much as you could never admit it to Seungcheol, you longed for more time with Mingyu. And if it was just the two of you? You were giddy at just the prospect of it.
âIâll pay for your pizza,â Jeonghan offered begrudgingly, sending you one last warning glare before practically dragging Seungcheol away. Joshua â much to your joy â was happier to leave you with your new boyfriend, only giving you one last hug and a wave goodbye before following the others and joining in their banter.
You looked up to find Mingyu staring after them in utter surprise. âThey actually left us alone? Willingly?â
âI guess so,â you feigned coyness. âSo, youâre walking me home then?â
âMost happily,â he agreed before shrugging off his jacket and â to the detriment of your poor fluttering heart â draped it over your shoulders. âThere, now youâll be warm.â
âYou didnât have toââ
âI wanted to,â he interrupted with a sweet smile before offering you his arm again.
You swallowed the butterflies threatening to break out and linked your arm with his with a shy smile. And so, side by side, you walked to your home. The conversation was almost nonexistent as you simply enjoyed each otherâs presence in the silence of the night.Â
âCan I ask something?â Mingyu suddenly broke the blissful quiet air.
You hummed in agreement.
He took a deep calming breath before blurting, âWhy me?â
â... What?â
âWhy me?â he repeated himself a little more certainly. âWhy would you choose me as your boyfriend?Â
There was another moment of silence. How could one tell someone as loving and sweet as Mingyu that you were dating him only because of a stupid joke? A small bet that was never meant to go further than a sentence of a prank and five minutes of confusion? You feared youâd shatter his heart.
But still you had to come clean eventually.Â
It was funny really, you thought, that a week or two ago, you wouldnât have hesitated to answer at all. You wouldâve laughed it off and told him it was just a silly joke and to not take it so seriously. You wouldâve texted the group chat telling Jeonghan he owed you another Snickers bar for the humiliation of having to explain yourself to a fratboy.
And today your heart hurt at the idea of breaking his.
Mirroring his earlier preparations, you took a deep breath to ease your nerves and calm your heart before answering, âIt was Jeonghan who picked you.â
âFor you to date?â Mingyu wondered, brows furrowing in confusion. âThatâs a little odd, I suppose, butââ
âNo, it wasâ It was a bet. At first.â You didnât dare to look at him as you spoke. (And if you had, you wouldâve seen his facade of confidence crack just a little.) âWe were just at the library and Jeonghan bet me a coke and a Snickers bar to tell you⊠what I told you that day. I wasnâtâ Youâ We werenât ever supposed to meet again. Well, maybe as a passing glance in the hallway or something, but not like this. It wasnât meant to be serious.â
âOh.â You didnât need to look at him to know how dejected he must have felt.
âBut!â you rushed to mend his heart, âBut then I got to know you and you made me lunch and you smiled at me all pretty and you spoke to me even when I was being weird and meanâ Look,â you stopped mid-step and grabbed his wrist to stop him as well, forcing him to face you before you spoke with as much conviction as you could muster up, âthis whole thing might have started because Jeonghan offered me candy, but I swear on everything that I hold dear that⊠that I really like you. Iâve come to really like you so much, Mingyu.Â
âI canât imagine a day without you anymore. When you miss our lectures, I spend all day worrying something happened to you. When you donât smile, I want to go and kick whoever made you sad or mad. I just really love you a lot â even if it wasnât so at first. Okay?â
âOkay,â he whispered, nodding slowly, his eyes glimmering a little. âI mean⊠I always guessed you didnât say those things because you actually felt something for me andââ He paused, eyes clearing, brows furrowing, ears tinting red. âDid you just say you love me?â
âIâ Youâ What? No,â you laughed and felt nervous all of a sudden.Â
You couldnât have!?Â
⊠Could you?
His dejected puppy-eyes became cheerful half-moons as he grinned widely. âYou did! You love me!â
You werenât sure you had enough proof to argue, so you kept quiet and prayed he wouldnât see right through you. You hadnât meant to let those words slip so early. You hadnât meant to even feel this way. But you couldnât lie and argue.
âHey, if it makes you feel better,â Mingyu leaned closer to speak softly, âIâve been thinking about how I love you too.â He let out a sheepish laugh. âReally, I was worried Iâd be too forward and scare you away if I told you that already. I mean, itâs only our â what? â second date?â
âYou really do fall hard and fast, huh?â you wondered out loud.Â
He scoffed. âWho told you that?â
âMy friends.â
He crossed his arms over his chest. âIâll have you know that youâre the first Iâve felt this way about.
âYeah?â You pursed your lips in thought. âIf thatâs true, then you should kiss me right now.â
Mingyu chuckled and shook his head. âI fear that might be a little too forward.â
âReally?â You quirked a brow. âAnd a love confession on the second date isnât?â
âYouâre the one who started it! Besides,â he linked your arms and led you to keep walking towards your home, âIâm a little scared of your friends and Iâm pretty sure the one with big muscles will kick my ass if I donât take you on at least two more dates before I kiss you.â
You werenât entirely sure he was joking.
âFine,â you sighed, defeated in the game of love. âBut those two dates better be great. Iâm speaking five-star restaurant, dinner and a concert by the seaside, watching The Titanic in the moonlight kind of romantic.â
âIâve got it, donât worry, baby,â he assured you and gave you a quick kiss on the cheek.
Baby. You had to physically hold back from smiling and blushing all giddy.Â
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Doctor's Note - Sodapop Curtis x Reader
summary: you stand soda up, accidentally
contents/warnings: soda is somewhere around 18-19, mentions of his failed relationship w sandy, distrust/miscommunication, angst -> fluff. based on my very painful experience this morning with crippling back pain
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Selfishly, sometimes you wonder what it would have been like to date Sodapop before he'd met Sandy. When he was more carefree, when he wasn't glancing at any man you talked to just a second too long. He's not possessive- and even if he is, he doesn't enforce it. But you know he's wary, and you know it's her fault.
Darrel had warned Soda to stay away from girls for a while, to give himself a break. And he had. Two long years later his hiatus was broken when you'd come into the DX fiending for a coke, and when you'd asked, 'Do you know where I could find a soda 'round here?' his eyes had glimmered with opportunity, and he'd pointed proudly to his nametag.
"Right here, ma'am. No caffeine in me but I could keep 'ya up all night if you want me to."
It had been so wildly crass, so insanely audacious that you'd burst out laughing, both from the absurdity of his name and the brashness of his comment. He'd apologized for it, too, twenty minutes into your conversation that lasted an hour.
"I didn't mean what I said earlier. I mean- I don't usually come on strong like that. Couldn't stop myself- prolly got it from my friend Two-Bit, he's always crackin' jokes like that. Hope you didn't think it was greasy."
"I think it was very greasy," You'd laughed, tilting your chin towards the tin of hair grease abandoned at the other end of the counter, "I thought that was the whole point."
"That's my buddy Steve's", Soda had told you, light dancing in his eyes as he readjusted his elbows on the counter to lean further towards you, "He does these real fancy swirls in his hair, and I've been able to do 'em a few times, but mainly I just slick mine back, and half the time I don't even grease it anyways because I'm just bummin' round the house so there's no need. My other friend-"
He was a natural-born talker, and you'd been just as caught up with talking yourself as you were with listening to him. It had taken the reappearance of his aforementioned coworker, Steve, for you to glance at the clock, and realize that you were 40 minutes past the time you should have been back at work from your lunch break.
You're surprised you hadn't scared Sodapop off with your swearing alone, but you'd managed to scribble your number onto his hand before you'd left. You hadn't even remembered to buy a drink, but he'd brought you one when he showed up for your first date.
Now, three weeks later, you're getting ready to show up to his house. This is a big thing: you're meeting his brothers. He's told you so much about them you feel like you know them, and he's also given you your fair share of warnings, too. Darry's too stern sometimes, and it might take a while for him to warm up to you. Ponyboy's an awkward teen, and on top of it, he'd trusted Sandy- they all had. You know you've gotta prove yourself better than her, and you're starting with some sweet perfume and a bundle of flowers for their dining table.
--
"Get your bum ass off the couch and vacuum," Soda's hands shove roughly at Ponyboy's thighs, "She's gonna be here in thirty minutes!"
"Jeez, Soda, she's not my girlfriend," Ponyboy grumbles, but he stands and heads for the closet where the vacuum lies all the same, "Don't understand why I have to be the one cleanin'."
"'Cause Darry's the one cookin'." Soda glares at him, "And I'm cleaning too. I've been cleaning for days."
"Bathroom looks good, little man." Darry voices his approval from the kitchen, "Thought I was gonna die of shock when I realized you'd scrubbed down the toilet."
Not much conversation is heard over Ponyboy's aggressive vacuuming, but Soda calls the cleaning at five minutes to your arrival time.
"Okay. Rules again?" He looks expectantly at his brothers, and Darry looks irritated that he's being grilled this time.
"No judging." Ponyboy grumbles, but he doesn't think it's fair, because Sandy had seemed so nice and sweet, and she'd run right out on Sodapop. So he feels like he has to judge, because maybe Soda's gonna get hurt again. He doesn't want that.
"No grilling." Darry continues, equally put-out by Soda's request. He wants what's best for his brother. Sodapop's two-year long relationship drought was refreshing, and he's seen the boy blossom into a wonderful man. Still, he can't help feeling some lingering resentment towards Sandy, and he knows it's not fair to attach it to you, but he doesn't know what else to do with it.
"And no arguing at the table." He glances between Darry and Pony both warily, "I mean it, this isn't the night to discuss grades or curfew or chores. Just- be nice to her. Treat her like a real guest."
"Alright, little buddy." Darry secedes, squeezing Soda's flannel-clad shoulder slightly, "Now, you gonna go wait by the door for her?"
"No! I'm not that desperate." Soda scoffs, but Darry notices the way he flops down into his eldest brother's armchair, the only seat in the house with a view of the front walkway. Ponyboy settles himself awkwardly on the couch, watching cartoons even though there's an anxious tension in his skinny shoulders.
You're set to arrive in two minutes, and Soda's practically vibrating out of his seat. There's no sign of the cute little sundress you said you'd wear today, but that's okay, because he thinks it's so considerate of you to show up punctually versus early. if you'd come fifteen minutes earlier you would have seen him near-tears over the spot of chocolate that wouldn't rub out of the wall behind the television. Ponyboy had pointed out that there's no way you would have seen it unless you'd been wedged between their tv and the wall, but Soda was not going to invite you into a messy home.
One minute goes by, and Soda's cuticles hurt from where his nails tear at them. He tries to stop himself- after all, you wouldn't want to hold his hand if his was bleeding. But his next nervous habit becomes fiddling with the hem of his shirt, which isn't nearly as satisfying for his fingers.
He waits for what he's sure is more than a minute, which means you're due to flounce up the stairs in seconds. But he doesn't see you, and he knows Pony's watching him crane his neck every three seconds to look for you. So he tones it down- after all, he's got a 10-minute grace period at the DX for his shifts. If he can clock in at 8:10 and still be 'on time', you can show up a few minutes late.
"Any sign of her?" Darry pokes his head out of the kitchen, seeing the front door still shut. Soda shakes his head- then he catches a glimpse of your hair color outside the window. Upon further inspection, it's a stray cat. Ponyboy snorts at him, and Soda sinks back into the recliner.
Okay, so you've used up your grace period. But Soda gets it- you probably sang one too many love songs about him in the shower, and now you're tripping over your own feet trying to run to his house. Or the bus was late, or you missed it entirely, and you'll show up before the food goes cold.
Fifteen minutes go by, and Darry hovers over the finished meal, wondering whether he should plate it or not.
Twenty minutes go by, and Darry considers removing one plate from the table.
Thirty minutes go by, and Darry turns off the stove.
An hour goes by, and Pony retreats to his room for some homework time. Darry's meticulously cleaning the kitchen, but Sodapop thinks it's more because he doesn't know what to say than because he thinks you'll judge them for a grease stain on the wall.
When Darry's scrubbed the kitchen raw nearly an hour later, he pads softly over to Soda where he still rests in his armchair.
"Soda, I- listen, I don't think she's comin' tonight."
"I told her today." Soda's got his fingernail pinched between his teeth, his leg having long-since stopped its nervous bouncing, "I- I know I told her tonight, and she said she'd be here, but I-"
Darry's hand squeezes his shoulder again, this time tighter, and something awfully familiar resurges in Soda's chest where it's laid dormant for two years.
"C'mon, little buddy." Darry urges him up out of the chair, "Let's turn in early tonight."
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Soda's not doing his best work despite having gotten eleven hours of sleep the night prior. He's sluggish and mopey, and Steve sticks him on the register so that no one risks a foolish mistake to their car. Soda stares at a knot in the wood grain, chewing on the inside of his cheek, and doesn't look up even when the entrance bell dings.
"Soda-" He hears a voice, one that he'd been waiting since last evening to hear, one that exacerbates that sickly feeling in his chest. He hasn't been able to shake it, and your face had blended with Sandy's in his nightmares last night.
"Soda, I'm- I'm so sorry."
"Why didn't you show?" He barely has the courage to look up at you, but he does, because last time he'd groveled. He'd begged, pleaded, bargained with her to stay with him, and he wasn't going to do that this time. He was going to be the man Darry wanted him to be.
"I'm sorry." You repeat, clutching a paper in your hands, brows permanently furrowed, "It was an emergency. I was getting ready, and- and all of a sudden my back started hurtin'. Real bad, Soda, I- I had to lie down on the ground."
Soda watches, interest piqued, as you stagger towards the counter, clearly limping. Sickness is replaced with worry in his chest, and he watches as you brace yourself against the register.
"My folks didn't get home for hours. I was just laying there, I- I couldn't reach the phone, I couldn't move my legs, I was just stranded there." Your voice thickens at the memory, and you sniffle absentmindedly, "Soda, I would have called you, I just- I couldn't move. I swear. I tried, Soda, I swear I tried to get to the phone, but it was so painful. And then when my parents got home they had to carry me to the car 'n all, and the emergency room took forever, and- and we didn't get home until three in the morning, and I knew you'd be sleepin' so I didn't call, and I felt so bad because I knew you'd be waiting on me, and- and I'm so sorry, Sodapop."
All at once yours and Sandy's faces come undone in his mind, and hers is cast aside as he studies yours. There's tears, big shiny ones lining your eyes, and your chin trembles slightly. You're still clutching the paper, and when you realize he's glancing at it, you gasp.
"Oh! I- um, I got you a doctor's note. I didn't want you to think I was lyin'."
You push the page towards him on the counter, and he takes it with trembling hands.
'Patient Y/N Y/L/N admitted to emergency services at 8:49 PM Wednesday, 30th July. Diagnosed with severe lumbar muscle strain. This patient is placed off of work from 7/30/1968 through 8/05/1968.
Patient would like to add that she did not intend to stand up her date with one Sodapop Patrick Curtis on Wednesday, 30th July. Patient would like to reschedule for another night. Doctor prescribes a calm, laid-back dinner date until patient recovers.'
"Had one hell of a time trying to get him to put that in there." Your sheepish voice pipes up from where Soda's reading the last words on the page, "But I told him you were a nice boy and he said there's not many of those around here. I'm sorry, again. I'm so sorry."
Lumbar muscle strain rings a bell in Soda's head. It's something Darry's definitely mentioned before, the few times they've bullied him into seeking medical attention for all of his blue collar aches and pains. He's sure if you're hurting the way Darry does sometimes, that you weren't lying about not being able to move.
You're staring at him like you're worried he'll send you away, and the piece of paper in his hands is the only thing stopping him from doing just that. But he glances down at it again, and takes a deep breath.
"It's okay. I believe you. My brother Darry, he- he pulls muscles sometimes. Don't usually see him cry, but I do when that happens. Are you okay?'
You visibly relax at his words, but something in your back must have protested the movement, because your face pinches up again.
"Um- yeah. Mostly. It hurts when I move too much." You admit, "But I had to make it down here to see you. I'm so sorry. Were you- were you angry at me?"
He doesn't think so- he was offended, he was disappointed, but most of all, he's pretty sure he was beating up on himself more than he was beating up on you. It felt like it did the first time, and he was the common denominator in both.
"No." He answers honestly, "But- uh, I think Darry probably is."
You wince, and he doesn't blame you. But he holds the note a little tighter, "But I'll tell him what happened. Like I said, he knows what that feels like. Don't worry about it, honey. You- uh, did you want to still meet them?"
"Of course! Of course," You nod eagerly, bracing your weight against the counter, "Do you still... want me to meet them?"
"Of course." He echoes, finally breaking his stoicism with a grin, a shy one as he reaches for your hand over the counter, still clutching the note in his other hand, "Can't argue with the doctor's orders."
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ICED COFFEE | JAKE SIM X READER
PAIRING: down bad! jake sim x nonchalant! fem! reader
SUMMARY: Jake visits the cafe every day to study but to only order drinks and watch his crush work.
GENRE: cafe, crushing, down bad jake, fluff
WORDCOUNT: 1.3k
A/N: I thought of the idea yesterday but wrote it today while thinking about coffee -- i really want some coffee right now but idk if im willing to walk through my campus for that ... um anyways, enjoy!
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The hum of conversation and the clatter of mugs filled the cozy coffee shop, sunlight filtering through the windows as customers quietly worked or chatted. Jake sat at a table near the counter, his textbooks sprawled open in front of him, but his eyes were far from the pages. Instead, they were glued to Y/n as she moved behind the counter, efficiently taking orders and preparing drinks.
He pretended to scribble something down in his notebook, glancing up every few seconds just to watch her pour a latte or chat with a customer. Heâd been here for hours, supposedly to study, but all heâd done was order drinks he didnât even want and admire the way she tucked her hair behind her ear when she concentrated.
âDude, you havenât touched your notebook in over an hour,â Heeseung suddenly said, sliding into the seat next to him.
Jake jumped, startled out of his trance, as his six friends filed into the coffee shop, smirking knowingly.
âWhat are you guys doing here?â he muttered, trying to sound casual as he shut his notebook.
Jay raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. âWeâre here to witness this trainwreck.â
The others snickered, pulling up chairs around his table. They were grinning, fully aware of why he was there in the first place. Sunghoon across from him leaned in, smirking. âHow many drinks have you ordered so far just to keep watching her?â
Jake rubbed the back of his neck, embarrassed. âIâm just...you know, getting some studying done. Thatâs all.â
âRight,â Ni-ki drawled, glancing over at the counter where Y/n was working. âAnd totally not here because youâre down bad for her.â
The group broke into quiet laughter, and Jake shot them a warning look. âShut up, sheâll hear you.â
âShe probably already knows,â Sunoo teased. âHow could she not? Youâve been sitting here like a lovesick puppy for hours.â
Before he could respond, Y/n came out from behind the counter, walking over to their table with a no-nonsense expression. She glanced at them, her hands on her hips, looking every bit the part of a no-nonsense employee.
âI just got a complaint about a group being too loud,â she said coolly, her eyes flicking to Jake and then back to the rest of them. âKeep it down, or youâre getting kicked out.â
His friends stifled their laughter, shooting each other amused glances, but Jake just sat there, tryingâand failingâto look casual.
âYeah, yeah,â Heeseung said, grinning up at her. âWeâll behave. Promise.â
Y/n nodded, giving them one last look before turning and walking back to the counter. Jake couldnât help but watch her, and his friends caught him staringâagain.
âYouâve got it bad, man,â Jungwon said, shaking his head. âLike, embarrassingly bad.â
âShut up,â he muttered, cheeks flushing slightly. He couldnât help it. She was right there, and every time she looked his way, it felt like his heart was trying to jump out of his chest.
Jay leaned in, still chuckling. âHow long are you gonna pretend to âstudyâ before you finally ask her out?â
âIâm not pretending,â Jake protested, though even he didnât believe it.
âYouâve been pretending since you walked in,â Ni-ki quipped. âAnd now weâre here to enjoy the show.â
As his friends continued to tease him, Jake let out a defeated sigh. They werenât wrongâhe was hopelessly in love with her. But for now, all he could do was watch her from across the room, his heart pounding every time she looked his way.
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The cafĂ© had quieted down after the rush, leaving only a few customers scattered at tables, sipping their drinks or working on laptops. Jake remained at his table, idly tapping his pen against his notebook. He hadnât been doing much studying since his friends left, but he wasnât about to go home eitherânot when Y/n was still working behind the counter.
The bell above the door jingled, and an older male customer stepped in, glancing around before heading straight for the counter where Y/n stood. Jake watched as she greeted the man with her usual professionalism, her voice calm and polite as she took his order.
But something about the manâs demeanor put Jake on edge. He leaned forward, watching the exchange more closely.
âSo, do you work here every day?â the man asked, leaning over the counter with a sly grin.
Y/n offered a polite smile, staying professional. âOnly on some days. What can I get for you?â
âMaybe your number?â the man said, not-so-subtly ignoring the menu. âA girl like you probably has a long line of guys waiting, huh?â
Jake felt his stomach twist, a flash of annoyance flickering across his face. Y/n, however, remained calm.
âJust here to work,â she replied, her tone firm but still courteous. âWould you like to order something?â
The man chuckled, unfazed. âCome on, donât be like that. How about after your shift? We could grab a drink.â
Jake clenched his jaw. He could tell Y/n was handling it professionally, but the guy wasnât taking no for an answer. Standing up, Jake crossed the room before he even realized what he was doing.
Approaching the counter, he slipped into a role that he hoped would help.
âHey,â he said, pretending to be irritated. âWhatâs taking so long? Iâve been waiting to order forever.â
The older man turned to look at him, clearly not pleased by the interruption.
Jake shot him an impatient glare. âI mean, youâve been standing here for ages. Some of us are thirsty, you know?â
The customer frowned, clearly annoyed. âIâm ordering, kid. Relax.â
âWell, if you could hurry it up,â Jake said, folding his arms and acting like an impatient customer. âSome of us have places to be.â
The man huffed, grumbling under his breath before finally turning back to the counter. âJust a black coffee.â
Y/n rang him up, her face as neutral as ever, though her eyes flicked briefly to Jake, a hint of amusement there.
The older man paid for his coffee, still muttering, before walking away to wait for his order. Once he was out of earshot, Y/n let out a small breath, glancing at Jake with a faint smile.
âThanks for that,â she said, her voice light but genuine. âHe wasnât getting the hint.â
Jake rubbed the back of his neck, flustered now that the moment had passed. âYeah, no problem. I just...didnât want to see him keep bothering you.â
She smiled at him, then, in her usual nonchalant way, asked, âSo, what do you want to order this time?â
He stared at her for a moment, feeling a mixture of embarrassment and resignation. He hadnât planned on ordering anything, but now that he was at the counter...
With a sigh of defeat, he glanced at the menu. âIâll take... another iced coffee. Thanks.â
She chuckled softly, shaking her head as she started preparing the drink. He watched her, feeling both proud of stepping in and a little awkward for having to order yet another drink just to cover his tracks.
As she handed him the cup, she gave him a knowing look. âYou should really start studying instead of ordering all these drinks.â
He couldnât help but smile sheepishly. âYeah, yeah. Iâll get right on that.â
She laughed softly before turning back to her work, leaving him to return to his table with his heart racing, though he tried to play it cool. At least, for now, he had an excuse to stay a little longer.
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â„ subtle ways they say "I love you" without saying it âł w/ Nanami, Ino, Toji & Naoya
a/n: gn!reader for Nanami, Toji & Ino, f!reader for Naoya! somehow i got carried away writing these and halfway through wondered if i should have just made single fics for each of them... oh well âĄ-(àčËăŒËàč)-âĄ
word count: 1.5k
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Nanami needs his sweet time until heâll put his feelings into proper words, part of him too afraid to pursue love during his time as jujutsu sorcerer, but his actions have always been louder than words anyway
his love is stored in the smallest gestures, like fixing the collar of your shirt or helping you put on a necklace, not letting you go without kissing the back of your neck gently, his lips lingering on your skin for a heartbeat longer than expected
when youâre in a bookstore together, his eyes always follow you around even when youâre looking at different shelves; he observes which books you pick up and put back again because you have too many unread ones at home (both of you are terrible book hoarders), just so he can go back another day and get you the one book you really wanted
sometimes heâll also make the time to read it before he gifts it to you, small scribbled thoughts on the side so you can discuss them together laterâa tiny book club of two lovers
in the comfort of your home, Nanami is also incredibly touchy, never not seeking skin contact; anything will do, even if itâs just linked pinkies across the table while youâre having your morning coffee and sharing the newspaper
his love will seep into you with every gaze, every smile, every kiss you share
with you, Nanami can let his guard down; he can allow himself to just be loved, with his head in your lap as you run your fingers through his hair, charming out sweet sounds from his throat that sound a lot like âI love youâ if you listen closely
if he has to leave for a solo mission, Nanami will leave a handwritten note on the table for you to find in the morning, nothing too cheesy but enough to remind you that youâre always on his mind
and if you show him your collection of notes one day, stored in a box in your closet, a smile will play upon his lips, asking you if you really kept all of them (even if some of them just say things like âCan you buy eggs while Iâm out? I want to make us waffles for breakfast tomorrowâ or âI watered your dying plant on the top shelf. xxâ)Â
thereâs wonder in his eyes when he looks at you, as if he sometimes finds it hard to believe that your love is mutual, that heâs allowed to experience this during his lifetime, and the quiet hope that maybe, maybe this can last forever
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Inoâs love for you is written all over his face: the way it lights up when he sees you, the confident yet boyish smirk when you compliment him, the gleam in his eyes when you call out for him
itâs in his touch, too
his fingers playing with yours when youâre sitting somewhere together, always fidgeting with them as if he couldnât believe that he really gets to hold your hand
or the arm that sneaks around your waist when youâre on the train together and itâs crowded, his body shielding you from the other passengers and giving you some space to breathe (plusâhow convenientâhe can steal a kiss from your lips without anyone looking, too)
Ino also walks you home at any given occasion, whether itâs after a night out with your senpais or after a mission youâve been on together; he doesnât mind that he lives in a different neighborhood or if he has to get up early the next day, he rather wants to know youâre home safely
when youâre apart, Ino and you keep texting with each other throughout the day, his lips curling into a smile whenever your name lights up on his screen
Ino will text you everything and anything that reminds him of you and itâs plenty and in the most mundane things
[img.attached] âsaw this chonky cat on my mission. u would have loved to give them belly rubs. Nanami said iâm not allowed to take them home with meâ
[new text] âi think we should adopt a cat one day. maybe two so it doesnât get lonely. knowing us weâll also adopt a thirdâ
[voice message] âbabe can you hear this? iâve never heard a cat purr like this. (sounds of rustling and Ino sweet talking to the cat, itâs purring very loudly)â
[new text] âi hope the cat distribution system chooses us nextâ
being loved by Ino means being part of his future and his dreams; heâs thinking of you always and canât imagine a life without you in it, so listen closely when he tells you all about it
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Toji isnât shy to admit his love verbally, whispered into your ear at night, his voice bourbon raspy, making sure you never forget how your own name sounds when rolled off his lips
being in love makes him domestic; Toji grew up not knowing what a warm home is, and so heâll strive to make his place one for you both to hide from the world outside
itâs like your presence is a reminder that even someone like him is allowed to love, and be loved in return
Toji brings you your favorite beverage to bed in the morning, urging you not to get up just yet (he also wants to slip back under the covers with you)
if you really have to get up on on cold mornings though, Toji will give you his worn and warmed up sweater for you to wear so you wonât be freezing
he also slips pocket warmers into your coat before you leave the house and gives you the deepest kiss, almost as if his biggest concern is that you stay warm
cooking isnât Tojiâs strong suit but heâll get you takeout, even if it means driving across the whole town to get you that one dish from that specific restaurant that youâre craving (and some dessert on top); your big smile once he returns home is his solely reward
after seeing you struggle with opening a jar of jam once, Toji will go around the kitchen and loosen the lids of all the jars for you. every single one of them. there wonât be even one jar left that gives you any further troubles
itâs endearing in a way, how Toji always takes the fastest route to solve your struggles (thereâs barely anything he canât solve with his hands)
with love, it all comes down to warmth for Toji: the heat of your body when he has his arms wrapped around you. letting you warm up your cold hands on his stomach (he tries his best not to flinch). sharing a hot bath while youâre getting snowed in.
to Toji, you are his sun, the one who brought back colors into his life and who showed him what it means to live despite everything; he may be blinded by your light but he doesnât need to see to find your lips in every universeÂ
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Naoya doesnât do love, he prefers to be worshiped and adored over admitting his feeling for you
yet still, he has his ways of showing that you actually mean something more to him than just being his trophy wife
the kitchen staff and servants have been drilled to cook all of your meals exactly to your liking, and heâll look overly pleased with himself over dinner when he notices that you enjoy the food, proud of himself as if he was the one who prepared it for you (smug bastard that he is)
thereâs always an air of possessiveness around him when youâre with him; as if he wants the whole world to know that youâre his wife, even insisting you walk by his side instead of behind him, always one hand around your waist or in the back of your neck, making sure to keep you close
even though it displeases him that you want to spent time apart from him, he made sure that you get a room of your own in the Zenâin estate after your arranged marriage (he still lingers around often until you kick him out)
he insists on sharing a bed at night thoughâitâs when he gets surprisingly clingy, insisting to hold you close, his hands playing with anything he can get a hold of: your hair, the hem of the pajamas he picked out for you in the color he thinks suits you best, the ring on your finger that proofs youâre his
Naoya can be surprisingly gentle in those moments when itâs just the two of youâno family and no servants around
his sharp yellow eyes study your features thoroughly, ignoring the pull at his heart strings when he picks up an eyelash from your cheeks and holds it out for you when you make a wish
heâs dying to know what you wished for, but he doesnât ask; part of him scared it doesnât involve him, part of him too prideful to believe you could wish for something that doesnât include him, because at the end of the day you still belong to himâor is it the other way around?
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Context before getting into the actual idea: I recently saw some fanart based on concept art for Dr Ratio where he has slightly longer, messier hair and the fanart interpreted this as him having a bit of a rebellious phase when he was younger.
So now Iâm just thinking about Reader going to school with him when he was going through this phase. He had a bit of a crush on her but didnât know how to express it so he just messed with her constantly.
And now they meet again when heâs changed and he hasnât gotten over her sheâs just getting massive amounts of whiplash from how wildly different he is. Could be yandere đ
Anon. I am GRIPPINT YOU BY THE SHOULDERS. Listen. Unfortunately i doubt i did this justice but i tried my best PLEASE okay
A bit long, under the cut!
Its not exactly easy to imagine Dr. Ratio of all people being rebellious, but that just makes it even more possibly believeable in my opinion. I am deeply convinced he has had his crazy scientist, jerkward asshole phase at least once and was soo deeply embarassed the moment he left it.
But listen. His professors all probably HATED him because he would probably constantly correct them, be so disgustingly overeducated to the point they'd send him to the library or tell him to get lost just so he wouldn't disrupt class. He's the infamous asshole who sits wherever he wants, and hoardes an entire table to himself if he's at the library or at the cafeteria. Any student who needs a pen or eraser or a pencil knows he's NOT the one to ask, even if it was in the middle of an exam worth half their grade and he was the only person beside them. He does literally anything he wants and no one can stop him except probably by force, and if they do, something worse ends up happening to them instead.
Anyways, here comes in reader. Probably already knows his sour reputation. Regardless, maybe you're the poor soul who's his seatmate. If the crush is already established, he's constantly bothering you. Asking for stationaries like the entirety of his desk isn't covered by it already (he likes the miniscule interaction), taking your notebooks without your knowledge and sometimes even scribbling inside of them (its his horrid handwriting, he's just trying to help you with detailed notes), he comments on how "lame" your outfit is, asking about your social life, rolling his eyes when your response isn't exactly.. pleasing (he's actually a bit content with it. Perhaps you'll hang out with him more, instead?). You note the smell of alcohol trailing him a bit everytime you interact with him.
It's not easy for him, especially when you can't seem to keep up and look so queasy around him. Aeons, his heart is so twisted up and squeezed everytime he seems to be getting more distant from you, but he just has no idea how to convey his feelings. Not when he didn't even account for the fact he'll have a crush on anyone in the first place.
Anyways, timeskip!
You're probably a researcher of some sort, maybe not so well known. Let's just say for the sake of simplicity you're a researcher on Herta's space station. It's not too soon before he runs into you, probably after the whole mess at the station's been "cleaned up" regarding the curio and whatever. Maybe he doesn't leave right after that interaction with Screwellum, and he decides to, by his curiosity, take a look around once again before he leaves (certainly not because he's heard a familiar name thrown around a few times).
And there you are. In your little research-getup, professional vernacular, hair all neat. He's probably right behind you in an instant, and you turn around to look as the colleague you were talking to suddenly starts stuttering and becoming squeamish while looking behind you. There he is, in all his (cruel?) Glory. The infamous asshole who was your classmate.
But.. it's surprising how much more mellow he's become (at least towards you?). His hair are neatly tamed, his build is taller and more muscular than it was back then, but his attire is also quite tame (if not a little.. fancy?), compared to his brash taste back then. His eyes still seem to hold contempt, but more distantly so.
Veritas figures your mouth is agape and you're speechless considering the change in his countenance as of recent. He's also not yet come to terms with the fact that his heart still twists and squeezes whenever he sees that unsure look on your face. If you were made of clay, and if he could, he'd meld the most beautiful smile on your face with his craftful fingers. Alas, he resorts to tamer methods. At least he supposes he's a wiser man, now. He's more aware of different courting methods.
He asks about your station, your current life, family, friends, etc .. in a seemingly disinterested tone. There's a bit of resignation but hidden constrain in his voice, everytime you mention a "close friend" of yours or a colleague you worked with "closely". But he hasn't been berating you the way he would have back then. His fingers slightly constantly strain, folded behind his back, trying desperately not to taper towards you â there's stray strands of hair on your face. Your headpiece is off centre. Your pen is slanting in your pocket. Your shoulders are too tense. Your eyebrows are furrowed. your eyes look tired. Have your lips always been chapped? They were fine back then.. hold on.
While you stutter out useless formalities and pleasantries, Veritas' eyes scan you over. Time has weathered you well, in his opinion. The thin line of his pressed lips dont quite indicate that. He sighs almost grimly, shutting you up in an instant. He offers you to accompany him and possibly consider joining the Intelligentsia Guild (is it not worth a shot trying? It may be foolish, but he's a tad too desperate when it comes to you). You timidly mumble out a refusal, the words barely leaving your mouth. He nods.
Catching up makes his heart squeeze and rush all over the place. Topics he once tried to teach you back then (by.. VERY unsuccessful methods,) seem to be elementary knowledge to you now. You work more efficiently, hold yourself in a better, more confident way, and you seem to be smoothsailing in your life. Granted, it's technically the bare minimum, but its been so long since he talked to you. The chirp in your voice, the chuckle you let out every now and then despite your nervousness around him, has his heart in his throat. He can't bring himself to try and even "set you straight" by giving you (unwarranted) advice or piddling your achievements, there's a soft smile he's duly hiding behind his scorning face.
He offers you again, if you are unsure about joining the Guild, and discreetly mentions it being filled with imbeciles regardless when you deny again, pulling another string of laughter out of you. Hmph, you weren't so joyful when he made those statements back in high school.
Granted,you're obviously still not quite sure about Veritas' new look. He's still got his infamous reputation as an extremely strict teacher, the oddball with an alabastor head and having worked with the IPC, it's not a pleasant image per se, but it's heaps better than his reputation back at school. You politely make a joke about it, and he groans, earning another cautious, light chuckle from you. He has become different. You prattle on about the length of his hair, his refinement of speech, the difference in how he holds himself now.. it does leave him melting a tad bit inside. You noticed it? Hm. Clever little thing.
Of course, goodbyes are seldom sweet. He does manage to pry out your contact information once again, before. If you don't budge,he finds another way regardless. Your network of colleagues aren't exactly as strong as you might have thought. He remembers this information carefully.
Like the old days, maybe he'll manage to keep slipping notes into your reports and files. Perhaps pull a few strings back in the old days to keep you in his class, he'll slowly knot and twist a few strings to bring and budge you over to his little workplace. Sooner or later, you'll end up in his home. He's sure of it.
And just like the old days, his little seatmate is by his side once again. Care to put up with him for a bit longer? Probably forever, in this case.
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