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Old Bear Diner

Cook!Eddie Munson XFem!Waitress!Reader

Summary : Reader becomes a waitress at a diner where a cook named Eddie works.

Word Count : 5.8k

Warnings : Not proofread, rambly, swears, use of Y/N, original characters, petnames, cuteness, reader gets hurt, douchebag customer, parent loss, grumpy eddie, sunshine reader, fluff, idiots in love, i haven’t wrote a fic this long in a while.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

“Mom I’m home,” you spoke, as you locked the door behind you. Sliding your feet out of your shoes and hanging your jacket up, you found her.

Face lay on the table, pen in hand and eyes closed. Letters, notices, bills. Just a whole bunch of paperwork lay on the table, it’d been like this for a while. Since your dad got sick. Then he was gone.

“Mom,” you whispered, shaking her lightly. She groaned, body wriggling as she woke up, “Mom go to bed.”

“I’m awake.”

“I know, but go and rest now. I’ll put this away.”

“Are you sure?” she asked, rubbing her eyes. “Yeah.”

“How was work?”

“It was fine, the kids were golden.”

“Good I’m glad. You’ve got dinner in the microwave.”

“Thank you. Now go get some rest,” you said, kissing her cheek. “You’re such a good girl. Goodnight honey.”

“Night mom.”

And that’s how life had been for the last 18 months of your life. Just you and your mom. You sighed, walking over to the table. Stacking up the papers and putting them away.

There wasn’t much mess, your mom had been working all day and you’d been out most of the night. She was a nurse, and you had about any job you could get.

After quickly eating your dinner you picked up a few pieces of washing, swilled your plate and went up to bed. You babysat for a couple people in the neighbourhood, and sure they were fine, but one of the little ones came down with something and was near inconsolable.

Your bed was like heaven, after taking off your jeans you didn’t even bother to swap into pyjamas, falling to sleep as soon as your head hit the pillow.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

“Morning mom,” you said, kissing her head as you walked passed. There was a plate of scrambled eggs and toast, along with a cup of coffee waiting for her. “Morning, where are you off too?”

“Oh I’m just about to go clean Mrs Harris’, her daughters out of town and she said she’d pay me good. Plus she’s a sweet woman so.” You mom sighed, taking a drink of her coffee.

“What did we say about taking more jobs?”

“Mom come on, it’s not a big deal. It’s just one time.”

“You said that about the babysitting and the store and the tutoring.”

“Mom-“

“You need to take care of yourself.”

“So do you. Do you have a shift today?”

“No.”

“Great, I’ll pick up some movies from Robbies work and then we can have a day together.”

“Honey,” she sighed.

“I gotta go mom, love you.”

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

“You are an Angel,” Mrs Harris smiled as you placed a mug in front of her, taking one of your own in your hands. “Thank you for doing this for me, Anna had this holiday booked for months.”

You hummed taking a sip of the drink, “I bet the kids were excited.”

“You have no idea! Bouncing off the walls telling me all about it yesterday.”

“Well the beach is exciting.”

“It is, now how about you? How’s your mom?”

“We’re good, you know,” you shrugged.

“Hm, I do know. You remind me of myself and Anna when we lost Paul,” she smiled fondly at the thought of her husband.

“We’re just trying to learn how to do this all without him.”

“Of course. I found something for you actually,” she smiled, walking to her fridge. Pulling a piece of paper from under a magnet she passed it over.

“I saw it in the grocery store, thought it’d be better than you doing 20 different jobs a week. You could just stick to 2,” she joked. It was a slip for wanted workers at a diner. Waitressing staff.

“Thank you.”

“Of course Honey, now you get going. Enjoy your day with your mom,” she smiled, nodding you took the flyer with you. “Let me know if you need me to come and clean again.”

The woman chuckled, shaking her head waving goodbye as you headed to your car. You knew the diner, you drove past it going to and from jobs, you’d just never stopped by.

You’d have to pass it on the way to Family Video anyway, so there was no harm in asking.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

It wasn’t too busy in the diner, there were people dotted around, some groups, some alone. Some eating, some not. It seemed like a great place to people watch, to see so many people from different places, with different lives.

Walking up to the counter you smiled at an older woman, crows feet by her eyes, flecks of grey through her dark hair, but her eyes shone, young and playful. “Hiya Honey what can I get for you?”

“Hi, I actually came to ask about the waitressing position, is it still available?”

“It certainly is, have you got any experience?”

“I’ve had a couple different jobs, I worked at a cafe during summer break. I’ve worked cleaning jobs, with kids, in retail.” The woman hummed, nodding, “Well the shifts would change, you’d have to do 4 or 5 a week.”

“I can do that.”

“You’d serve customers, do waitressing, help in the kitchen if needed, cleaning.”

“Of course.”

“Okay, if you leave your name and number we can call and talk about you having a test day and we’ll see how we go.”

“Thank sounds great.” She slid a writing pad and a pen across the counter to you, disappearing to refill someone’s coffee.

“Liz, order up,” you heard a male voice speak from the back.

Two plates of delicious looking food was placed on the window out to the front, but the chef themself wasn’t visible. The woman moved quickly, weaving around stools and booths, taking the plates to a couple at the far end of the diner.

You’d imagine that they’d all know each other forever, the way they spoke like old friends. The woman, Liz, made her way back over to you, taking the pen and pad back.

“We’ll give you a call,” she smiled.

“Thank you.” She nodded giving you a wink and you were on your way.

You could only hope you’d get this job, 4 or 5 shifts a week would be great, then you could have room for a couple of odd babysitting jobs and still keep the house clean for your mom. All you had to do was actually get it.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

You dried your hands with a towel, leaving the dirty dishes to air dry before you put them away. Dinner was cooking on the stove, and your mom would soon be home.

The music of your radio hummed with static, the station hiding the silence of the house. That was until the loud sound of the phone ringing overpowered it.

“Hello?” you answered.

“Hi, is this Y/N Y/L/N?”

“Speaking.”

“Hi there honey, this is Liz from the Old Bear Diner. I’m just calling about the waitressing job.”

“Right I see.”

“Well the position is yours if you want it, we’ll get you trained up.”

“What about the test day?”

“Well Mr Miller, the owner of the cafe you worked at, came here and when I mentioned you he couldn’t stop telling me how great of a worker you are.”

“That’s very kind. When would I start?”

“Wednesday if that’s possible, you’d start at 9am and finish at 5pm.” Quickly looking at the calendar you didn’t have any babysitting gigs, so it’d be perfect.

“Of course.”

“Great, I’ll be seeing you Wednesday Honey.”

“See you then.”

You couldn’t help grinning as you hung the phone back on the hook, taking dinner off the stove. Your mom found you dancing to the music on the radio, plating up your food.

“Good day?” she smiled, as you began to eat. “Mhm, definitely. How was work?”

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

Liz had shown you all the basics, how to use the till, where everything was stored, along with giving you a dark apron that sat around you waist.

“So when we have food orders, you hang them up here. Eddie will call when they’re ready, write the table numbers on the ticket if that’s easier for you,” she smiled.

“Right, is Eddie the chef?”

“Mhm, the one and only. You can also have anything off the menu for lunch, so just let him know and he’ll make it. I’ll introduce you now.”

Following her into the kitchen it was a lot of stainless steel counters, ovens, grills and deep sinks. “Eddie, got someone for you to meet,” Liz spoke, catching the taller man attention.

Turning to face you, you took him in. Dark curls, pulled back to sit in a bun at base of his neck, he was tall, lean but muscular, with tattoos dotted around his arms. His own apron sat around his waist, freckles and beauty marks decorated his face like his own personal constellation.

And his eyes, they were beautiful, like melted chocolate, you could very easily get lost in them. “Eddie this is Y/N our new waitress.”

“Nice to meet you,” you said softly, trying not to stair at the gorgeous man in front of you.

“You too. You shown her the basics?” he asked Liz. “Course I have, so be nice,” she warned, wagging her finger at him. “Always am.”

The older woman snorted, “You take that back, your uncle didn’t raise a liar.” This made Eddie smirk, smile lines and faint dimples appearing.

“Well we’ve got customers to serve, come on Honey.”

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

Working at the diner was strangely something you looked forward to, something you enjoyed. Your mom wasn’t over the moon about it, worrying that you’d work yourself to sickness.

You were okay, you’d do your shifts go home, help around the house, spend time with your mom and still had time to do your babysitting gig. It worked out quite well.

“Morning Honey,” Liz smiled as you pushed through the door, “Morning.” You headed to the back, hanging up your jacket and your bag, tying your apron around your waist.

You walked past the kitchen, “Morning Eddie,” you called as you went, receiving a grunt of acknowledgment in return. He seemed nice enough, grumpy, but nice and beautiful - but you wouldn’t tell him that.

The diner was a 24 hour one so customers were already dotted around, it was a weekday so it was a lot of people travelling through, especially truckers.

“These are for table 4,” Liz smiled, handing you 2 warm drinks, nodding you went on your way. “Morning, I’ve got two hot chocolate.”

“Thank you,” an older man said, the younger one with him smiling slightly.

“Can I get you anything else?” you asked.

“Could we order some hot food?”

“Sure, let me just get a pad. I’ll be right back.”

Walking around the diner had become like a dance now, bouncing around the tables and chairs, back and fourth to the counter. “Eddie order for table 4,” you said, sticking the paper under a magnet.

Another grunt in acknowledgment, as the ticket was pulled down and into the kitchen.

“Morning Y/N,” a familiar voice spoke.

“Mr Connors, good morning. What can I get for you?”

“A tea for Cynthia,” he said, smiling over at his wife, “And a coffee for me.”

“I’ll bring them over.” The older man nodded, making his way to sit across the booth from his wife.

“25 years they’ve been coming here, and every time it’s like their first date all over again,” Liz said, sighing dreamily.

“Are you married?”

“Mhm, coming up to 15 years. Got a couple kids too, they mean the world to me. How about you Honey you got someone?”

You shook your head, “Now that does surprise me.”

“Why’s that?”

“I mean, look at you. You’re pretty girl.”

“Thank you,” you said shyly, “Honestly I’m just too busy.”

She nodded, filling up a mug with warm coffee and another with tea you heard an order called. “Order up.”

“I’ll take the drinks, you take the orders,”Liz said, sliding the mugs from the counters.

“Is this all of it?” you called over to Eddie, he turned half way so you could see the side of his face. He nodded and you moved quickly, feeling your face flush. Hoping that chatting with customers would take your mind off the beautiful man through the other room.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

“I’ll see you later Liz,” you waved to the older woman, “Oh hang on Honey, I’ve got something to ask you.” You stopped in your tracks, car keys in hand.

“Do you think you could do the night shift on Friday?”

“I’ll have to check my calendar when I get home, I’ll call and let you know.”

“Okay, thanks Hun, you have a good night.”

You hadn’t done a night shift yet, Liz did a couple a week and Eddie seemed to live there, often taking doubles. Speaking of Eddie you raised your hand to wave goodbye, as he took a drag from his cigarette.

Nodding your way he let out a breath of smoke, sitting himself down on an old crate at the door. You climbed into your car and we’re on your way.

“Mom,” you called out when you entered the house. It was strangely quiet, her car was on the drive so she must be here. Hanging up your bag and jacket, you slid your shoes off.

Your feet padded across the floor, finding your mom on the couch. Her eyes closed, her chest moving up and down gently. “Mom?” you said softly, placing a hand on her shoulder.

She was burning up, “Mom, come on let’s get you to bed.” She groaned as you helped her up, eyes barely opening as you took her to her room. “I’ll be back I’m just getting you some water.”

Taking a glass from the side of her bed you went to the bathroom, filling it with water and grabbing her some medication from the cupboard. “Here you go mom,” you said, helping her sit up.

Closing the curtains, the room was almost in darkness. “Was work okay?” she croaked out. “Yeah it was fine, they’ve asked me to do a night shift on Friday, gotta check the calendar.”

“You go do that honey, I’ll be okay.”

“Okay. You rest up, I’ll come and check on you later.” The woman hummed softly, snuggling down under her blanket and resting her head on the pillow.

Luckily Friday was free and you could take the shift, and your mom was off so she could rest and and get rid of whatever sickness this was. Dialling the number for the diner you waited for a few rings, a voice finally appearing.

“Old Bear Diner, how can I help?”

“Hi Eddie, it’s Y/N.”

“Oh hello, you alright?”

“Yeah was just calling to tell Liz I can do the Friday night shift.”

“Right, I’ll let her know.”

“Thank you.”

“Hm. See you Friday.”

“See you.” After hanging up you pressed your hand to your chest, how could a 20 second conversation do this to you.

You couldn’t even see him, it was just his voice. Dear god his voice. Get it together. He’s just a hot guy at work, would you find him hot outside of work? Probably not.

Okay that’s a total lie - grumpy metal head. Yes please.

You groaned placing your forehead on the cold wall, suddenly feeling the need for a hot shower.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

“Are you sure you’re gonna be okay?”

“Honey go to work, it’s just a cold.”

“Fine, but you’ll call if you need me?”

“Of course I will now shift it, you’re going to be late,” your mom said, pulling you to the door.

“Drive safe, I love you.”

“Love you mom.”

Arriving at the diner it was already busy, but that made sense for a Friday night. You parked your car up and went in through the back, not wanting to squeeze your way past the customers.

Eddie was there, standing on a cigarette he was clearly finished with. “Hey,” you said.

“Hello.” He held the door open for you, letting you duck under his arm. You held your breath as you did so. How did he smell so nice?

“Is Liz here?” you asked.

“It’s her anniversary, so night off. So it’s us, May and Chris.” You hummed, May was older than you and Eddie, but Chris was around the same age.

“Okay well I’m gonna go and get sorted.” He hummed, heading back to the kitchen, but watching you go first. Soon enough you were out on the counter saying a quick hello to May and Chris.

“Evening,” the man smiled, dirty blonde hair and blue eyes. “How’s it going?”

“You know,” you shrugged. He looked like he was going to continue, but a group of teens sat down at a booth.

“I’ll go and sort them,” you smiled, grabbing a pad and pen from the counter. “Hiya guys what can I get for you?” And so the shift began.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

It was busy, manic even. When one table was dealt with another three seemed to need your attention. By 11pm your feet were burning. “Y/N, you can have your break now honey,” May spoke.

“You sure?”

“Mhm, grab something to eat, have a drink.”

Your shift would end at 5am, so keeping your energy was important. Nodding you headed to the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of water as you went.

Eddie turned slightly to see who was coming in, “Order?”

“Just mine.”

“What can I get for you?”

“Just some fries please.”

The man raised a brow at you,”That’s all you want?”

“Mhm.” He nodded, turning back to the grill, there were no tickets so it shouldn’t take too long. You opened your bottle of water, taking a swig.

“Go sit, I’ll bring it over.”

“You sure?”

“Do you know you ask that question about 50 times in a shift. I’m sure, go rest.”

You chuckled, pushing back into the main area, taking a seat on the furthest table. You head rested on your folded arms on the table, closing your eyes.

There was the faint sound of music playing from a jukebox, chatter, the sizzling of pans in the kitchen. It had become a soothing sound, a sound you were used too.

A few minutes passed, lightly dozing as you sat there. A hand pressed on your shoulder, “Hey.” Eddie.

“I’m awake.”

“I can see that. Eat up.” You rubbed your eyes, looking at the food on the table.

There was fries and a burger, “I only asked for-“

“I know. But you’re also falling asleep, so you need the energy. Eat up,” he said, offering you a tight lipped smile.

“Thank you.”

“Mhm. Eat.” You nodded, taking one of the fries, Eddie left you to it. Turning you head to watch him, you saw his eyes already on you.

Both of you looked away quickly, faces flushing. You tried to focus on your food, your shift would soon be over, then you wouldn’t see Eddie for a few days.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

It was finally the end of your shift and you were dead on your feet, you had no idea how the others did it. You threw your apron into your bag, sliding on your jacket and getting your car keys.

“See you later,” you waved to Liz who’d just arrived. “You get some rest Honey.” Heading out the back, you were met by Eddie, he stood by the wall smoking a cigarette.

“You heading out?” he asked.

“Mhm, I’ll see you Monday,” you replied, heading towards your car, feet heavy and eyes sore. “Y/N hang on.”

You turned to see Eddie, he threw the cigarette butt to the ground, “You’re dead on your feet, let me give you a ride.”

“It’s fine Eddie.”

“No it’s not, you look like you’re gonna fall asleep at the wheel. Come on we can even take your car, if you trust me.”

“Sure, but are you-“ he cut you off.

“Honestly, I’m sure. I don’t want you getting hurt. Now key,” he said, holding out his hand. You dropped them into his large palm without another word, heading to the passenger side.

“So where are we headed?” Eddie asked, you mumbled out your address, “Not too far then.”

“No not really. You really don’t have to do this.”

“Sweetheart, honestly it’s not a big deal.”

Holy fuck. Sweetheart. Oh my god. Your half asleep brain couldn’t deal with this.

“W-what about your van?”

“I’ll just walk back and pick it up, no big deal.”

“Eddie-“

“Shush.”

You sighed, knowing you weren’t going to win this fight. You sat quietly, it wasn’t awkward it was nice. It was a comfortable silence. Resting your head against the window, you heard Eddie pull out from the diner.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

“Hey, Sweetheart, wake up.” Eddies soft tone brought you back. “I’m awake.” A light chuckle came out, “I know you are. You’re home.”

Looking up you were parked outside your house, “Thank you,” you said.

“Anytime.” The pair of you climbed out of your car, Eddie placing the keys back in your hand.

“You get some rest okay?”

“Okay,” you mumbled, looking at your feet. “Sweetheart, seriously,” he lifted your face softly with his fingers, holding it so you’d meet his eye.

“How many jobs have you done this week?”

“Well … I did a couple shifts at the diner, then I babysat Holly Wheeler, then I helped out at the green grocers. That’s about it.”

“And then you’ve been coming home and cleaning? Making dinner?”

“My mom can’t do it all alone.”

“You don’t have to do it all either, you’re gonna make yourself sick.”

“I’m fine.”

“Seriously you need to rest. I’m gonna tell Liz to swap your Monday shift okay?”

“No! Eddie please I’m fine.”

“But you’re not.”

“I need the money, I need to help my mom.”

“Your mom is the parent this can’t all be on you.” You felt anger bubbling up in your stomach, an emotion you’ve never felt towards Eddie.

“Well hospital bills don’t pay themselves, my dads care won’t pay itself off. I need to help her or we loose everything and I won’t do that. So think what you want, but if I don’t work at the diner on Monday I’ll find somewhere else,” you said, pulling your face away from his hand.

“Thanks for the ride,” you slinked passed him, unlocking the front door, not even looking behind you as you went in.

“Shit,” the curly haired boy said to himself.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

You were back in the diner for your Monday shift, and maybe Eddie was right, maybe you were making yourself sick. On Saturday night you babysat some kids down the street. Then on Sunday you helped clean Mrs Harris’ house again, then came home to do your own.

“Order up,” Eddie called from the kitchen, you walked over taking the plates. “It’s for table 7.” You hummed in acknowledgement, heading over to the group.

It was 4 men, older than your mother, but younger than Liz. They seemed to be businessmen, you didn’t have a lot of those passing through here.

“I’ve got the waffles and bacon,” you spoke, sliding the plate in front of one of them. “Blueberry pancakes.” Another man raised his hand, “I’ll be back with yours in a second.”

“Take all the time you need Sweetcheeks,” one of the man said, his voice was sickly and you could feel his eyes on your behind as you walked back to the counter. You skin crawled at the feeling.

“Is this the last of it for 7?” You asked Eddie.

“Yeah, that’s all. You okay?” He questioned, you could see his furrowed brows through the window. “Yeah, fine.”

Turning you headed back to the men, “I’ve got scrambled eggs, bacon and hashbrowns.” You placed the plate down as quickly as you could without throwing it at the man. “And here’s the Old Bear special,” you said, to the creepy man.

“Thanks Sweetcheeks.”

“Can I get you anything else?”

“How about a top up?” he said, shaking his empty coffee cup. “Sure.”

Grabbing the jug of freshly brewed coffee you, took the mans mug, along with the others at the table, filling them up. “Can I get you anything else?” Please say no.

“Actually, I’d love a piece of you,” the man smirked, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you to him. This caused you to panic dropping the coffee jug, the glass exploded everywhere and the hot liquid splashed your skin.

“You stupid girl!” The man exclaimed, throwing himself from the booth, his lap covered in the scalding liquid. “I-I’m so sorry!” you exclaimed.

“How stupid can you be! You burnt me! You absolute fool!”

“What’s going on over here?” Liz asked.

“This stupid waitress spilt hot coffee all over me and my breakfast, I demand that she’s fired!”

“I only dropped the coffee because you grabbed me!” you shouted.

“You stupid bitch! I’ll grab you alright,” the man launched for your throat, but was stopped by a hand around the back of his shirt.

“Get out,” Eddie said in his ear, his tone deadly, his eyes unblinking. “Me? She’s the one who-“

“You come in, you assault my staff and she panics, that’s your fault. You want to press charges go for it, but I doubt your wife will be happy when she finds out you’re trying to get with other women.”

“You asshole.”

“Get out of my diner, all of you. Before I show you how much you’ve pissed me off.”

The four men scrambled out, falling over each other as they went.

“Are you alright Honey?” Liz asked, wrapping her arm around your shoulder.

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine. I’ll uh, go and get a broom and the mop.”

“Oh no Honey I’ll do it.”

“It’s fine, it’s my fault.”

“No. Don’t even think that,” Eddie spoke up, walking over to you, “It was that assholes fault. You’re going home.”

“W-what no!”

“Yes, well actually you’re going to the hospital to get your arm checked.”

You looked down, not even realising the burning sensation on your right arm. It was covered in hot coffee. “I have a shift to finish.”

“Fine, I’ll drive you there now. Liz, you and James will be okay right?” he asked.

“Sure and if not, I’ll call Chris or May or Connie.”

“Great, come on get your stuff, let’s go.” Eddie led you out the back, holding your things in his hand, another on the small of your back.

“We’ll take my van okay, we can pick up your car later,” Eddie spoke. You just nodded, not really having any words to say. Climbing up, you took your bag and jacket from him, placing it by your feet.

“You okay?” he asked.

“I’m fine.” Minus the humiliation, the burning on your arm, being assaulted by a man, and you know probably losing the best job you’ve ever had - yeah you were great.

“Sweetheart, hey. It’s okay, you’re alright.” Eddies hands touched your cheeks, wiping away at tears you didn’t even know had been falling. “I’m so sorry,” you sniffled.

“What on earth for? None of that was your fault!” he stated.

“But I could’ve just-“

“Sweetheart he was a slime ball who hasn’t got any in years cause his wife thinks he’s gross. It’s not your fault that he doesn’t know how to behave when a pretty girl is around.”

Pretty.

“I’m just sorry. I really liked working here.”

“Liked? You leaving or something?” he asked. “I thought that after that I’d - well you wouldn’t want me to work there anymore.”

“You’re like my favourite person at this place, if I had it my way you’d go nowhere.”

“I don’t want to leave.” He leaned over and squeezed your good hand, “Then don’t, except right now because you need a doctor.”

You huffed a laugh, and Eddie pulled away, started up the truck and you were on the way.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

Walking into the ER, it wasn’t overly busy, and Eddie led you to a seat. “Stay here I’ll get us some help,” he said. You nodded as he went to the desk, speaking to the nurse sat behind it.

The nurse.

Oh man.

Your mom.

“What’s the name?”

“Y/N Y/L/N.”

“What?”

“Y/N Y/L/N,” Eddie repeated. Your mom stood up walking around the desk, eyes meeting yours.

“Baby! What happened,” she said, rushing to your side. “I’m okay mom, just an accident at work.”

“Well thank goodness you came here. Let’s get you fixed up.”

It would probably get her in trouble, but she didn’t care, pulling you through to an examination room. Eddie followed you through, standing at the door.

“So I’m gonna clean it up and wrap it, we’ve got some creams at home to help.”

“I’m okay mom.”

“Thank you for bringing her in,” she spoke to Eddie. “Oh yeah of course.”

“So you work together?” she asked.

“Mhm, yeah Eddies the cook and uh the owner.”

“Well it’s nice to meet you Eddie.”

“You too ma’am.”

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

“I can finish early, take you home,” Your mom said. “It’s fine I’m okay.”

“I’ll drive her, can bring your car by later.”

“You sure?”

“Positive.”

“What a sweet boy. Now go, my shift ends at 4.”

“Okay.”

Your mom pressed a kiss to your head, saying goodbye to the pair of you. Sat in the van, Eddie spoke, “Your mom seems nice.”

“Mhm, she is.”

“I can see why you want to look after her.”

“I’m sorry I snapped at you the other day.”

“I deserved it.”

“You didn’t, how were you supposed to know.”

“I should have backed off, I am sorry about your dad though.”

“Yeah me too, but you know we’re getting by.” He nodded, and sighed before talking, “Sweetheart, I know you’ll hate me for this, but I can’t let you come back to work until that arm heals up a bit okay?”

“Okay,” you whispered.

“But as soon as you’re good to come back, you can.”

“Thank you Eddie.”

“Of course.”

The drive to your house wasn’t a long one, and your arm wasn’t tingling anymore. “Thank you for today,” you said to Eddie.

“It’s okay, uh feel free to say no, but do you want some company?”

“Don’t you have to get back to the diner?”

“I’m the boss, I can go back whenever. So company?” You smiled, nodding, allowing him to follow you into the house.

“Your house is lovely,” he smiled.

“Thank you, uh get comfy, I’m just going to change.” You motioned to the lounge, as you headed to your room, wanting to get out of your work attire.

Changing into sweats and a short sleeve tee, you returned to find Eddie looking at photos dotted around the place. “That was the first vacation we ever went on,” you smiled.

You were stood between your parents, all of you had snowboards, thick coats and pants along with huge boots. You grinned a cheesy smile, a few teeth missing due to your age. Your parents were smiling too, laughing at your enthusiasm.

“You were cute,” Eddie nodded.

“Were?” you joked, but Eddies ears went pink. “I’m not saying you’re not cute now! You’re beautiful! I just mean that-“ You laughed, “Eds I’m teasing.”

The man smiled, face flushed, “You, Sweetheart, are a pain.”

“Hm, sure. Want to watch a movie?” you asked. “Yeah that sounds great.”

“I’ll go make some popcorn.”

I’ve got it, just tell me where it is.”

“I can do it.”

“Seriously, we don’t need another trip to the ER, what would your mother think of me?”

You rolled your eyes at him, making the man chuckle and leave to go to the kitchen. “It’s in the cupboard above the microwave,” you called to him.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

The boy looked down, feeling a soft weight on his shoulder. They were half way through Return of the Jedi when he felt it. Looking down his stomach fluttered.

She looked so peaceful, her eyelashes kissing her skin, her chest rising and falling softly. Her hand didn’t look so red and sore now, her mom had done a great job. Soft breaths left the girl as she fell into a deeper sleep.

The curly haired man couldn’t help but smile, resting his own head on hers, letting his eyes fall shut.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

You felt a comforting warmth beneath your cheek, rising and falling. A hand on your waist and a chin on your head. Shit. You’d fallen asleep.

Looking up slightly, you saw Eddie dozing away. He looked so cute. So calm. “Eddie,” you whispered. “Hm?” he mumbled.

“Eddie.”

“What’s wrong?” he said, voice deep and grumbly from sleep.

It was the sexiest thing you’d ever heard.

“We fell to sleep.”

“So?” You laughed at the sleepy boy, letting your head stay on his chest. “See, isn’t that bad is it?” he said.

“No, apart from the fact my mom is definitely home and has seen us.”

“I should probably go then,” he mumbled into your hair. “You don’t have to.”

“I know, but I need to check on the diner.”

You nodded, pushing up off of him, leading him to the front door. “Thank you for today.”

“Of course, I hope you don’t mind if I call to check how you’re doing.”

“Not at all, I mean you could drop by if you want.”

“Well I have to bring your car back so, yeah. I’ll see you tomorrow then.”

“I’ll see you,” you smiled softly. The man raised a hand, walking to his van.

Shit, you couldn’t let him go.

“Eddie!” you called, jogging over, feet cold on the concrete beneath. “What is it?” he asked, concern in his eyes.

“Um, I just,” you began, but stood on your tiptoes, pressing your lips to his plush ones. They were warm and soft and made your stomach burst. “I’ll see you tomorrow,” you whispered.

“I’ll see you,” he smiled.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

Thank you so much for reading!

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sugolara · 7 months ago

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𝘽𝙖𝙙 𝙣𝙚𝙬𝙨

ft. Shota Aizawa x daughter! reader

Synopsis: After a deadly virus leaks all over the world, Shota Aizawa and his eldest daughter must survive from the flesh eating monsters in hopes that Eri is still alive. Cw: gore, quirkless! au, apocalypse! au, zombie! au, weapons, death, angst, blood, cannibalism, suicidal thoughts, cross-posted on ao3, wattpad, qoutev

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“Yum, I always dreamed of eating chicken out of a can.” F/n said as her eyes lowered at the spoon of chicken chunks. It was cooked, but the watery white paste and the soggy vegetables with the pasta that were also added disgusted her.

Next to her, Hitoshi watched as she let the chicken chunks plop back into the can. Some juice had splashed out, landing on his hand and with a face he wiped his hand on his jeans, “Ew.”

“Bet it’s tasty too.” She grabbed a spoonful, looking at before a grin etched on her face and waved it to the male's lip beside her, “Open wide!”

“I’m not gonna put that in my mouth after you just put it in yours!” He backed his head away.

She made train noses as she inched closer, “Here comes the train!”

He held her wrist so that she wouldn't come any closer, “Stop it!”

She laughed and went back into her seat. She lifted her can and looked at his, “Wanna trade? I’d rather eat beans than this. It’s probably rotten.”

He held his beans closer to his chest, “And let myself get food poisoning? No.”

She huffed as she set the can down and leaned back on her hands, looking at the night sky, “This blows.”

He slowly munched in his food and looked at the fire crackling, silently agreeing with her, “You want to go see Itsuka? I’m sure she’s still up and bored.”

“Hell yeah.” She stood up, her back popping in the process. She then looked at the male as he stood up, wiping his hands from the small dirt that latched on him, “Maybe we can tell her our secret, if you know what I mean.”

He gave her a look as they both walked to the injured girl's home, “The way you say it…makes it sound so wrong.”

Her eyes widened as a blush sat on her cheeks, “What?! I didn’t mean it like that! I would never do that with you! I mean-!”

He refused to let out a smile as they reached the top of the stairs where Itsuka resided. He entered with F/n closing the door and knocked on the bedroom door. When he heard a voice telling them to come in, he entered, “Bored?”

“You bet.” She grunted, her brows furrowed when she closed her book, “I’ve already read this twice. I even read the part where the author tells their life story.”

“That’s boring.” He said and sat near her covered legs, “We thought we’d come by and keep you company.”

“That’s sweet.” The girl smiled and tried to move to allow F/n to sit next to her.

“You’re good.” F/n raised her hand to stop her movement as she pulled a chair out. She grinned as she leaned on the chair, her chest resting to the backside, “So…what’s my dad like? You guys had him as a teacher, right?”

“Scary!” Itsuka quickly said with a smile, “I didn’t have him personally, but from what I heard, he was very strict. So thankful for having Mr. Kan, even though he was also strict.”

“He wasn’t that bad.” Hitoshi grumbled as his fingers played Itsuka’s blanket, “He’s a great tutor. Helped me with all my classes.”

“Oh!” F/n laughed out and pointed at the male, “Now I know why you look so familiar! I remember seeing you in my dads car when he gave you a ride back home! You remember that?”

As he thought, Itsuka confusingly looked at her, “You don’t go to U.A? I thought since your dad worked there, you went there too?”

“Nah.” She waved her hand, “I wanted to stay with my friends.”

“What school did you go to?” The orange-haired girl asked, ignoring Hitoshi as he mumbled in thought, “I’m assuming it has to be close to our school.”

“Isamu Academy.” She smiled, “Besides wanting to stick with my friends, they have a great Archery class.”

“You know how to do that?” She beamed, “That’s so cool! When I’m healed, maybe you can teach me?”

“Totally!” F/n then pointed at the male beside them, “Maybe you can do better than him. With the way things are going I honestly don’t know if he has it in him.”

“I’m right here.” The male glared at her before looking at Itsuka. His eyes then wondered to her wound that was covered, “Did Yagi come by?”

“Ah, yeah.” She grunted when she shifted in her seat, the pain coming back, “I think it’s healing fine. Sometimes I can feel it, but there are times where it's numb.”

Unknowingly, F/n and Hitoshi shared a glance as Itsuka looked down to her clothed wound. Hearing her say she couldn’t feel it was concerning, especially since the wound had stitches.

“Have you told Yagi?” He asked, looking away from F/n.

She nodded, her smile faltering, “He said it might be the pain meds rejecting, or whatever that meant. But he’s been keeping a close eye on it. Coming in every hour to clean it.”

“That’s good, right?” F/n glanced at them, trying to brighten the mood, “Besides, my dad brought a load of supplies which meant he must have brought painkillers. Bet if I ask him he would give me some.”

“Actually,” Itsuka looked down at her hands, “Yagi also mentioned that I might need a shot. Considering there’s no doctor around, who knows If I…who knows when that might happen.”

“Maybe a doctor will happen to stumble on by…” Hitoshi said, “What are the chances?”

“Yeah, right. We’ll be lucky to even have a nurse or whatever is the term for those who aren’t good enough to be doctor come by.” F/n said as she let out a laugh, but she groaned and clutched her leg when the male kicked her shin.

He gave her a look as if to say, “Seriously?”

Itsuka chuckled, ignoring their behavior, “Yeah, but we got to keep hopeful, right?”

“Exactly.” The other two said, offering her a smile. Hitoshi then whipped out a deck of cards that he stuffed in his pockets. They settled for a simple game, one that he was good at. The two girls had trouble keeping up with his speed. It wasn’t until the fourth round where F/n slammed her cards down and glared at him, “How!? I almost won!”

He smugly smiled as he fanned himself with his cards, “I’m a natural.”

Itsuka laughed as they bickered. Her yawn then caught their attention. She wanted to continue playing, but her eyes threatening to close saddened her, “I think it’s time for me to turn in. Can you guys come back in the morning?”

“Yep!” F/n said as she placed the chair back, “Don’t you worry about it. We’ll come back with pizza or something.”

Hitoshi shook his head and let out a sigh at her, “Goodnight, Itsuka.”

Hearing her call back, they closed her bedroom, her lamp peeking underneath her door. When they entered outside, he turned to F/n, “I do remember you.”

She smiled, letting him continue, “It was raining and he forgot to pick up something from the school. I looked in the backseat and you were passed with a bag next to you. Aizawa told me not to worry about the way you slept, cause your neck was bent and you were halfway out of your seat.”

“Ah.” Her smile grew as they reached his home, which wasn’t too far since it was right next door, “I came back from a game. I remember seeing your hair before I slept. Man, that was long ago wasn’t it?”

“A year or so.” He said as he opened his door. He then awkwardly glanced back at her, giving her a stiff smile, “..Goodnight, I guess.”

“Goodnight, Hitoshi.” She waved at him, walking down the stairs slowly until she heard his door close. She then quickly headed to her father that was in the parking lot, staring at something in his hand, “Dad. What are you doing?”

He quickly closed his fist and looked at her, his brow furrowed, “Aren’t you supposed to be asleep? It’s past midnight.”

“How do you even know it's past midnight?” She mumbled as she looked at the sky before sitting down next to him, “And to answer your question, I was with Hitoshi. Your super star student!”

He smiled at her, “You two seem to be getting close.”

Her smile disappeared as she gave him a dead look, “Wherever you’re getting at, don’t.”

Despite the feeling of being incomplete, he softly let out a chuckle, “It’s good to see you making friends and with Hitoshi no less. You two are completely different so to see you two together is surprising.”

“Yeah, I can see that.” She tilted her head as she imagined the boy's face, a faint blush appearing on her cheeks but she quickly shook off, unknowingly her father catching the sight.

“Do you like it here?” He suddenly asked as he stared ahead to where the curtains swayed, “It’s small. Not a lot of people to keep safe.”

She hummed, “I guess. I mean, I haven’t met everyone yet, but they look friendly and besides I made some friends.” She stared away at the stars and looked at him, already knowing if she were to ask the same question, he would agree with her only to keep her happy. Instead, she settled for the first question she asked, “What are you even doing here? I thought you’d be asleep. Or with Yamada or Kayama, or Yagi.”

“Don’t worry about it.” He ruffled her hair, careful to not touch her bandage and as always, he reverted the question back to her. She never seemed to catch on, which he found amusing, “Did Toshinori check that out?”

“Yeah.” She pulled away from him and fixed her hair, “It’s looking good, nasty, but good.”

“Just make sure it doesn’t start to smell. That’s when we have to start working.” He said, “Did you behave?”

She sweatdropped as she looked away from him, “Of course!”

Speaking of wounds, she glanced at her father. The face of Itsuka popped in her mind, “Itsuka is worried her wound isn’t healing right. I think she’s trying her best to not seem scared and she’s doing a really good job at that. So, props to her.”

“Yeah.” Shota mumbled, his eyes glancing at her as he thought back to what Toshinori had told him.

Her wound, Itsuka’s, has gotten badly infected. It looked like it was swelling from the red skin. Bodily fluids were coming out and her veins around were a dark shade of purple that had the older male deeply concerned for her. Toshinori had said it was a miracle she wasn’t in excruciating pain, considering the smell it was emitting. The smell wasn’t strong, but if you were to get closer to it, then you could definitely tell something was wrong.

He knew it wasn’t the dead’s blood that had infected it, otherwise she would have been long dead. The reaction could have been from not having the right sedation. Without a shot, she would surely die.

The news had Shota upset, considering Itsuka used to be a student at his school. A good student who aced all her tests and made friends with almost everyone due to her kindness.

He wanted to reassure his daughter, but he didn’t want to put hopes in her head. Instead he settled for a smile and ruffled her hair again, ignoring the glare she sent him, “Go to bed. I want you to help me with something tomorrow morning.”

Her eyes brightened as she stood up, “Am I going outside to help you look for stuff?!”

“No.”

Her eyes lost her shine, “Fine. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.” Hearing the door close, he let out a long sigh. His head dropped to where he could see his closed fist. He blinked as he opened them, the wedding ring neatly sitting on the palms of his hand.

#aizawa shota x you #shota aizawa x reader #shota x reader #aizawa x reader #dadzawa #aizawa x you

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highladyluck · 1 year ago

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Season 2, Episode 4 Liveblog

Teaser:

Selene is so sanguine about her entire livelihood going up in smoke! It’s almost like this has happened before

Werewolf Perrin rumors have been crushed!

The problem with the Forsaken Ski Chalet is that there’s a Myrdraal infestation in the basement

It is a personal insult that the subtitles just say [chanting] when Ishy is clearly dialing up Lanfear (also if anyone can overwrite the audio for this scene with the dial-up modem sound I want to see the clip)

DARK PROPHECY IS A GO

Awww she’s an amateur artist

Dollars to donuts that ‘older sister’ is an Aes Sedai

It has to be so painful coming back home

Selene is so sanguine about her entire livelihood going up in smoke! It’s almost like this has happened before

How long, Selene? Exactly how long has it been?

I’m gonna need fanart/fanfic of the Forsaken Ski Chalet up near Kinslayer’s Dagger

Awwwwwwwwwww

The Accepted sleeves look AWESOME I know I keep saying that but it’s true! They’re little embroidered ombre flames

Alanna is like ‘I don’t do therapy, I only do sex advice’

Hmmmmm, that doesn’t sound like stilling aftermath, another point in favor of ‘shielded’

It’s good that they are namedropping Cads this early; she came out of nowhere in the books.

DARK, Alanna. Also I bet I know what that change in Moiraine was; the timeframe is right for it to be when Gitara died & she got her quest.

Moiraine is on the case!

Ooooooooooooh this is going to be FUN

DAMN so that’s why she wanted that specific red wine. This feels very on par with the books- Moiraine a step behind but trying desperately to stay in the loop and get Rand what she thinks he needs

Moiraine, damn

Yeah, no point letting him destroy himself until all value has been extracted from him :/

Elayne like ‘she’s been promoted’ lmao she would think it was just that

Oh Egwene, you have not even begun to feel like shit

Ooooh someone gave Liandrin her marching orders

FORESHADOWING

Awww it’s Hopper! Hi Hopper

Werewolf Perrin rumors have been crushed! It’s ok he is a werewolf in my heart, the way Rand is a ghost in my heart and Mat is a vampire in my heart. And by ‘in my heart’ I mean ‘in the subtext’

Huh, interesting thing with the visions

Perrin like ‘excuse me, why did I not get an instruction manual and personal tutoring, this is a shitty apprenticeship so far’

None of the Tower’s fucking business honestly (this is also why info about the Power doesn’t get shared but whatever)

Lmao Selene you lie about more than that

Her face when Rand says ‘you’d be surprised’ lmao, that’s a Lanfear Face (TM)

Oh honey you haven’t even broken the world yet

“[dice rattling]” IT’S MY BOY!!!

Is Min gonna have Mat kidnapped by the Seanchan and taken to Falme? I am INTRIGUED

I’m glad the show explores the rift in families created by the long lives of Aes Sedai

Liandrin says ‘Rescue mission! You love a rescue mission!’

Alanna does not like Dark Prophecies written in blood, I guess?

Ooooh there’s that Damodred spirit (political maneuvering)

“This is my room.” - Elayne

“didn’t ask, don’t care” - Nyneave

Egwene no no no you already have enough trauma you don’t need to go to Falme

Uh oh, always a bad sign when Ishy shows up in your dreams (I love that the non-ta’veren are getting Ishy dreams!) also at this point it should be obv to everyone that Liandrin is bad news bears, even if you missed the lying

Oooooh interesting, what IS In Cairhein?

The problem with the Forsaken Ski Chalet is that there’s a Myrdraal infestation in the basement

Lmao like she didn’t know

Selene doesn’t know anything about being seen as a monster, nope

Oh ok that bit about her soul is great

Rand is vanilla

What the hell

Wow that is the most awkward thing I can imagine happening between Rand and Moiraine, you’re gonna give him a complex about… killing… women… I see

I cannot wait to see Lanfear do some horror movie shit

YEAH

AVI NEXT EP!!!

#wheel of time #wot on prime #wot book spoilers #wot on prime s2 #WoT on prime spoilers #WoT on prime s2e4

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falconcoast · 2 years ago

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finals week | various genshin x reader

ft. al-haitham, childe, zhongli

your boyfriend helps you during finals week.

a/n: laugh out loud for my ap psych exam next week wooooooooo

warnings; none.

al-haitham;

your boyfriend is very smart. you know this, the akademiya knows this, the scholars know this--everyone knows that he’s a bona fide genius in his field and beyond.

however, a consequence of his being so bright is that he’s a relentless tutor, which is why you’re sitting in your study, studying your ass off for your final exam before matriculation.

“define altruism,” he states, casually leaning in a chair across from you. several pens and papers are strewn about the room. your computer monitor blinks blankly, long abandoned. you drum your fingers on the table, and he raises an eyebrow. instantly, he reads your mind. “the vahumana perspective, to be specific.”

he makes a hand motion for you to be quicker about it. you straighten your back. “selfless care for others, especially when in danger. there are multiple theories as to why people are altruistic. some believe it’s solely the environment, others believe that it depends on pre-disposition, or that it is learned behavior.”

“good,” he places the flashcard down. “two more to go. give me an example of a social script.”

you pause, attempting to think before you speak. “social scripts are guides that people follow to approach social situations.”

he clicks his tongue. “not an example.”

“shit!”

“language,” he chides.

you sit and think, leg bouncing up and down. he raises an eyebrow, waiting for a response. suddenly, you have insight. “when you and i go on a date, we follow a social script. we wait to be seated, we call over our waiter, and we tend to leave a good tip at the end of our meal. we aren’t told to do those things, but because we’ve watched other people do so, we act the same way.”

“very well done. i’ll have to reward you on a date after this,” he smiles, before focusing his attention once again. “alright, final one for the night. people tend to fall in young adulthood. explain why this could be, based on the vahumana’s perspective on interpersonal attraction.”

“sentimental, are we? i didn’t know you were a sap,” you tease, but then you shake your head. biting your lip, you lean back in your chair as you think.

“first, many people attend secondary and post-secondary institutions. often, like at the akademiya, undergraduates leave their homes and stay on campus. that change puts the same people together all the time, or in close proximity. close proximity results in the mere-exposure effect, which is when people tend to like someone by just being near them.

“second, even if people don’t attend universities, people tend to truly get settled in their identity during young adulthood. there, we tend to hang out with people who are like us. for example, you and i met because we had the shared identity of scholars at the akademiya.

“third, according to some perspectives under the vahumana branch, some would say that the overarching issue that young adults face is the decision for intimacy or isolation. in this stage of life, people recognize the importance of intimate relationships, especially romantic ones. thus, they fall in love.”

“wonderfully put,” al-haitham sets down the card, and picks up your hand, kissing the back of it. “you did excellently, my dear.”

“i sure hope so. we went at it for three hours straight,” you roll your eyes playfully. “archons, you’re a ruthless tutor.”

“you’ll thank me later when you have high marks on your exam.”

childe;

“why did i study sports medicine?!” you exclaim as you flop your head down on the living room coffee table. your boyfriend peeks his head in, freshly showered after a workout.

“what’s up?” he asks, oblivious to the mess of papers on the living room floor.

“i hate finals. this will be the death of me.”

“yeah, i’m glad i never chose to go into any of those fields,” he remarks, to which you groan.

“i bet a business major like you would never have to figure out the difference between isotonic and isometric exercises,” you roll your eyes, before focusing on your laptop again. “plus, you play sports for the university, and you’re definitely gonna play professionally after this whole thing! gah, you have it so easy, childe.”

there’s silence as he watches you return to your work. engrossed in highlighting a little more, you haphazardly take notes for review. when he doesn’t leave after a moment or two, you twist yourself to look back at him. “did you need something or are you gonna just watch me study?”

“you need a break,” he declares. he strides over to you, pulling you off of the couch.

surprised, your brows furrow. “hey, i really need to--”

without a chance to finish your sentence, your boyfriend smacks you in the face with a pillow. the cushion falls flat off your face, revealing your gaping mouth and shocked expression. as if on instinct, you pick it up and volley it back towards him.

an exchange of pillows takes place in your living room. fuzz and feathers fly about the room as you toss them around. childe is all grins, sliding around in his socks and never once relenting in the pillow fight.

eventually, you both collapse on the ground, chests heaving. your notes and pens are knocked off the table, but you couldn’t care less. childe is beside you, equally exhausted. with a deep breath in, you look over at him.

“thank you, sweetheart. i needed that,” you say, kissing him on the cheek.

“anytime, my love,” he reassures, before smacking you with a pillow again.

zhongli;

it’s an ungodly hour, but your liyuean literature exam is more important than sleep.

you blink blearily at your computer screen, writing a few more notes on the records of the gallant. your back is slouched as you take a bright yellow highlighter and run it over the sloppily printed ink. after a moment, you take another look at it, only to find it unreadable. groaning, you run a hand over your face and sink into the back of the dining room table.

“evening, love,” your boyfriend greets you with a soft smile and hands behind his back. he stands tall, casting a shadow over your disarray of notes.

“you’re a sight for sore eyes,” you murmur, briefly acknowledging him before returning to your work. after this last test, you’ll be able to go on another nice date with your boyfriend. momentarily, it sends a surge of motivation through you as you thumb through the book.

“i know you’re busy, and you won’t come to bed even if i ask you nicely,” he says gently, but you’re only half listening. “but, right now, i must make sure you’re taking care of yourself.”

raising your eyebrow, you look at him confusedly. “that’s really sweet, dear, but i’m doing alright, really.”

he looks at you with a deadpan expression before casting a glance at your several mugs of coffee scattered across the dining room table, wrinkled clothes, and disheveled hair. “as you say it is,” he quips sarcastically. “you must eat, my love. then, you can go back to studying.”

he moves his arms in front of himself, revealing a bowl of slow-cooked bamboo soup. your mouth waters instantly and your heart softens at the sweet gesture. suddenly, you snap out of it. “a-ah, i can’t. i have to stay focused…” you murmured, turning your head.

zhongli walks over with the bowl of soup, and the scent is heavenly. placing it in front of you, he pats your head and kisses your cheek. “you will not be able to handle your all-nighter without some food.”

“sweetheart…” you trail off.

“darling,” he responds curtly, not backing down.

reluctantly, you take the spoon into your mouth and eat. it re-energizes you quickly, and you quickly gulp it down. your boyfriend only chuckles, sitting across from you as you replenish yourself.

after demolishing the meal, you look up at him with tender eyes. “i owe you one. sorry for being stubborn.”

“no worries, love. your stubbornness is what will give you a perfect score on this test. although, if you’re willing to have my soup, maybe you’d be willing to go to bed…”

“not a chance.”

#alhaitham x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #childe x reader #tartaglia x reader #zhongli x reader #genshin impact imagines

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cupiditis · 1 year ago

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wah tired (but for good reasons)

had class at tutoring centre today and went out w my parents afterwards! it's nearing puja season so my mom had to buy a bunch of sarees as gifts for family members + my grandma told her to get one for herself and i helped her choose a dual tone saree (red under, blue above, it seems to change colours as the fabric moves)

i'm excited for puja even though one of my neighbourhood friends will be in her home state and not here cause i'm going on a weekend trip with the other neighbourhood friend <3 yes very excited

how are you doing?

ohhh what's puja season ?

woah your moms saree sounds so pretty <3 bet she looks gorgeous in it !!

ohh a weekend trip ? send pictures okay ?

i've been great ! been having so much fun doing lots of hairstyles everyday but also i got instagram which my parents approved !!!! and also today there was a small fire at my school but thankfully it was put out quickly

and i also plan to stay longer than necessary at my volunteer thing, i love those kids .. and also i wanna stay longer

#☆ . snake

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yzeltia · 2 years ago

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Handed Down from Stone

Chapter 9: Etched in Opal Characters: Y'zel Tia, Y'lem Tia, Kana-E Senna, Raya-O Senna, A-Ruhn Senna, E-Sumi Yan, some Elementals Rating: T for Tia Notes: Character Death Warning

-Near the Dravania Forelands, 1562-

"Esuna!"

Y'zel's eyes lit up as the sparkle of his aether surrounded his father. The man coughed a bit and shifted in the bedding atop the sleigh, shaking the building snow off him.

"Very good Y'zel…but you need to keep moving us forward."

The boy frowned at his father, the man looking pale. "Did it not work again?"

"Oh no. It worked fine…but I still need proper medicine to get me back on my feet."

Y'lem offered the boy a smile, the young Miqo'te unable to see the strain behind it. Doing as he was told, Y'zel began to pull again, dragging the bed ridden man along the snowy road.

"Couldn't we ask Master Matoya to help…"

"No," the man wheezed stubbornly. "The folks in Tailfeather will have a healer with the proper medicine."

Y'lem began to cough again in the wake of his insistence. The boy's ears lowered in turn. Left to trudge on, he pulled at the sleigh, finding it rather easy to move over the slick snow, not accounting for how light and thin his father had gotten.

"Are there chocobos in Tailfeather? I miss the chocobos from home."

"There are probably chocobos."

"Really? I bet that's why they call it Tailfeather! Do you think that's why they call it Tailfeather?"

"I don't know Zel…"

"I hope it is. I'm going to ask when we get there. Do you think we could take one home with us? I bet it'd pull the sleigh and we'd go really fast! Don't you think?"

"..."

"I'd take really good care of it if I could. I know how to clean the stables and feed them. Uncle Y'rhul even taught me how to put on a saddle and Uncle Saru'a and Uncle Saru'to showed me how to sweep properly."

"..."

Y'zel's ears perked as he listened for a response. Getting none, he scowled then looked back to find his father still and reclined against the handlebars.

"Daddy?"

Y'lem didn't stir. Quietly, the boy veered off the path and found a tree that had space enough for them to rest under without being burned by snow or low branches. Yawning, he crawled into the blankets with his father, moving his heavy arm around him, before closing his eyes to rest.

-Old Gridania 1-

Y'zel's ears twitched as he stood in the clearing. Whispers came in all directions, disjointed and cluttered, lacking intention until some started to stick out more than others.

"Endless outsiders."

"More squabbling between men over the skies. We should send another mighty wind to remind them who Twelveswood belongs to."

"Not all of them are bad."

"In the days of the Green Wrath, such destruction would never be allowed without penance."

"All should are children of the Shroud. They've protected us when we couldn't protect ourselves."

"Can the pink one year us?"

"Blessed by Hydayln. Though not 'the' most blessed."

"Nonsense. Only out chosen can."

Opening his eyes, Y'zel looked to the Senna siblings and E-Sumi before teetering over and catching himself as he collapsed onto his thighs. Kana-E and A-Ruhn were quick to offer him a hand up while the Guildmaster looked on stoically.

"Sorry. The Echo takes a lot out of me when I force it…," Y'zel apologized before fluttering his ears shyly, "I heard anger towards outsiders…and also a little fondness. There doesn't seem to be a consensus among the voices."

"Well, that sounds about right," Raya-O thought aloud.

"Or a lucky guess," the guildmaster huffed before stepping forward, grey eyes looking up into the Keepers, "But I don't sense any falsehood from you and your cousins' reputations are well known here. Raya-O if you could find time to tutor him."

Y'zel bowed deeply as the guildmaster took his leave, Kana-E leaving with him as she struck up conversation. Letting out an exhale, the Miqo'te looked to the twins before following along. He thought it strange how easily others seemed to continue to adopt him. The imposed exile by his father in Sharlayan and the constant liminality he experienced in Ishgard, and the bitterness exchanged in Coerthas, somehow had not hardened him nor made him unlovable despite feeling like it should.

Home was starting to take many forms and faces. And yet…

#final fantasy xiv #ffxiv #final fantasy 14 #ffxiv oc #ffxiv miqo'te #ff14 #cw death #y'zel tia #y'lem tia #Kana-E Senna #e sumi yan #raya o senna #a rhun senna #white mage

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fardell24b · 6 months ago

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Spider Quinn 09: A Part of the Journey - Part 2

SpiderGirl left home after Daria had comforted her, in her usual clumsy way. ‘Maybe I do need grief counselling,’ she considered. She arrived downtown near a Bank. She had heard that there was an attempted break in a day earlier. She was about to look around when she saw Stacy walking down the street. ‘I need to talk to her, given that I have focused on Anna and the boys this week,’ she thought.

“Stacy!”

Stacy turned and saw Quinn coming towards her from up the street. “Quinn?”

“You heard about what happened with Ted, right?” she asked.

“Yes. Like it seems that he may be there for a while,” Stacy said in her usual worried tone.

“But he is alive, there is that.”

“True,” Stacy said. “And that boy has recovered from the snake bite.”

“Ben,” Quinn said. “He was released yesterday. I didn’t expect to be back at the hospital so quickly.”

“I ran into Anna, yesterday,” Stacy said. “She wasn’t that worried.”

“You didn’t see her at the hospital. She did look worried.”

“Right.”

The two caught up as they walked along the street.

Meanwhile, in a house in Lawndale Flats, a public housing estate on the eastern edge of Lawndale the robbers were discussing things.

One of them was channel surfing. “Nothing. Nada. Not a single sidebar. A guy has gotta miss a hundred grand in cash and jewels.”

“Not Osborn. There’s no telling what he has stashed in that mansion.” One of them said as he put a disk in a computer. “Cash, jewels, art, cars, you name it.”

A third one looked at the computer screen. “I think I know why Osborn didn’t file that robbery report. It looks like he has hacked into his rivals computer systems. Quest, Stark, Hammer, you name it.”

“He thinks they can’t trace him to Lawndale huh?” the first one said.

“Probably, but we should pay him another visit,” the second one added.

Osborn was in his home office on the phone. “I don't care. If I wanted excuses, I'd call the police,” he said.

A pause.

“Well you’re supposed to be the best private security firm in Philadelphia,” he said before hanging up. He then noticed that he wasn’t alone. “You broke in again?” he asked.

“That’s obvious, bro.”

“I’m calling the police.”

“You didn't last time. And we know why. We read the disk, Norman.”

“I don't know what you're talking about.”

“You’re hacking into your rivals’ systems. I think Stark would be very interested to know how you bypassed his firewalls.”

“That’s no concern of yours,” one of the robbers/blackmailers said as he punched Osborn.

“What do you want?”

“A million. Cash. If you try anything stupid, even if you think a stupid thought, your disk is gonna be uploaded to the internet for all the world and your competitors, including big baby Tony to see.”

“How do I reach you?”

“We’ll reach you,” one of the blackmailers said as he threw a cell phone down on Osborn’s desk. Then they all made themselves scarce.

“You have no idea who you’re dealing with!” Osborn said into thin air.

After talking to Stacy, Quinn walked along Main Street as her usual self, looking out for suspicious behaviour. She then came up to Zammit’s Boutique. She then noticed that Angie was looking out into the street with a sad expression. “Angie?” she asked as she entered the shop. “Angie?”

“Hey Quinn!”

“Is everything OK?”

“You’re asking me if I’m OK?” Angie asked, quietly, not at all like her usual self.

“Like I know I’m grieving, but…”

“I bet you think it’s great to move to Lawndale, even after what happened. Like a town of opportunity right. Use it as a base for designing fashion?”

“Well, I'm not sure that's the life for me. Like, I’m not sure Lawndale is as great as I thought it was. Is that it? That you think you’ll be stuck here?” Quinn asked.

“Sometimes you don't have a choice,” Angie groused.

“If you put your mind to it, you’ll get out of here.”

“My grades are getting worse, Morgendorffer!”

“Oh!” Quinn said. “Have you thought of tutoring.”

“And be lumped in with weird Anna and her hypochondriac boyfriend?”

“I don’t think they’re dating, and we could do it separately. What does Robert think?”

“Robert doesn’t know,” Angie admitted. “Though I’m sure he suspects something. I’m going to spend the rest of my life here in Lawndale, in this store. I’ll be another ‘Remember her!’

Quinn turned away as a customer asked Angie something, not realising that that customer was one of the robbers. She left the store, thinking about what Angie had said.

“Are you Angie Zammit?” the girl asked.

“What is it to you?” Angie asked, hoping that she hadn’t overheard her conversation with Quinn.

“I’ve seen you do a cheer in Oakwood.”

“Good for you! It’s not working out.”

“Not working out huh?”

“How much did you hear?” Angie asked.

“That you fear that you’re trapped in Lawndale. Like I feel that. I’m Wade.”

“As in Wade McFarlane, who lead the Lawndale Cheer team five years ago?”

“The same. But things happened. I lost my scholarship.”

“It doesn’t seem like I will get one,” Angie groused.

“So, what's your plan now?”

“Don't have one. I just don't want to do this the rest of my life.

“I hear ya. Where's the future in that, huh?” Wade said “Say, uh, we're having a party at our place tonight. Why don't you, uh, swing by?”

“I have to close up.”

“Afterwards.”

‘Sure,” Angie said.

SpiderGirl was still thinking about her conversation with Angie as she walked along the rooftops of the shops opposite. ‘I talk to Ms. Li on Monday,’ she decided.

Lawndale Sun-Herald

Sunday 10 January 2000

More Mysterious Break ins

Early in the day, Quinn walked into Ted’s hospital room and found him awake.

“Hi, Quinn!” Ted said.

“Your Mom called and told me you were awake.”

“You’re my first visitor.”

“How you’re feeling?” Quinn asked.

“Still off.”

“Everyone was worried about you.”

“I noticed. There are even flowers from Mr. Osborn,” Ted said.

“I also want to say I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“Letting you get hurt,” Quinn admitted.

“It wasn’t your fault.”

“I know. But do you remember anything about them?”

“Not really, except that one had a hexagon tattoo,” Ted said.

“Something to look into.”

“Are you becoming an investigative reporter?”

“Maybe,” Quinn considered. “Get some rest,” she added as she kissed Ted on the hand.

“I’ll try. Thanks.”

At the same time Norman met Joey and Robert at the theatre.

“This theater means something to a lot of people. I spent every Saturday of my childhood here,” Joey said

“Like it was like being transported to some other place,” Robert added.

“Those are nice stories. But why is it important to you really?” Osborn asked.

“All of our parents met here. I guess we’re trying to hold onto Lawndale’s past.”

“So, I’m supposed to preserve this monument to local history?”

“Yes, Sir,” Robert answered.

“This is business Mr. Allan, Mr. Green. Most of the closing storefronts are becoming office spaces. The downtown needs a parking garage.”

“So, you're going ahead with your plans?” Robert asked.

“You haven’t given me a reason to change my mind.”

After leaving the hospital, SpiderGirl headed downtown and ended up at Zammit’s Boutique again. She saw Angie looking under the weather through the window. ‘I need to talk to her.’

Angie didn’t like it at all. That she had to work at the store after being out the previous night. She saw Quinn enter. ‘Is she going to be like yesterday?’ she asked.

“Do you have a minute?” Quinn asked.

“I’m busy.”

“Do you remember the girl who came in while we were talking yesterday?”

“Doesn’t ring a bell. Lot’s of girls come in here,” Angie responded.

“Angie! This is serious!” Quinn said as she grabbed Angie’s arm.

“Ow! Quinn!” Angie said with a wince.

“What’s wrong with your arm?” Quinn asked.

“I hit it with something, OK?” Angie said as she rubbed it.

But Quinn saw that there was a tattoo there, similar to what Ted had described. “Where did you get that tattoo?”

“Mind your own business!” Angie responded.

“Ted is awake and he described a similar one on one of his attackers.”

“It’s a coincidence I assure you! Now get out of here!”

Quinn then went home.

#daria #fanfic #norman osborn #quinn morgendorffer #spider-man #stacy rowe #ted dewit-clinton

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writer-at-hooters · 8 months ago

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I agree, recently, especially in the past months or more, I have been struggling to stay motivated, keep a sleep schedule, take my meds at better times, and follow through on ideas that it would be possible to pursue. Having struggled with ADHD for my entire life as well as major depression and anxiety when I was in High School, my limitations because of my mental illness often felt blurred with where my own choices ended. This morning I woke up on time for my job interview, but took an extra five minutes in and woke up to find I missed the entire. Seroquel has always left me groggy in the morning unless I was able to access nicotine quickly.

While I was able to stay up late in college and wake up early despite the copious amount of weed and alcohol I was consuming; my work ethic for my job was something that I could get to no matter what, but my academics were always neglected. My relationship with my teachers deteriorated as issues back at home filled me with impending dread because they would end my relationship with my partner who I had been with since my first year got taken online due to the pandemic. As my graduation neared it felt like I was going to gallows due to my own actions. When my father had lung cancer, he didn't tell me or my mom for a while. They were divorced, and he would usually come to the house to get me, but over time he couldn't, or wouldn't pick me up. He began to work long hours with him sleeping for long stretches of the day and working at night. One way or another I was left alone over and over. He would be at work while I was left at home, and when he was home he would be asleep most of the day due to the night, but also due to cancer. For those who aren't familiar, lung cancer has one of the highest mortality out of most types. The first time he told us, he left and I went back into my mom's house honestly unsure of how to feel. What I remember distinctly in that moment was us watching "How it's Made," particularly about whiskey. My mom says words that would have haunted me, "I bet you cause use that right now." As time went on he slowly lost the battle with cancer. While he was in the hospital, I would be playing football, it was in the summer, and then going to the hospital to see him. Ubenounced to me, that my mom was being kept in the dark about his condition and told me that he was getting better. One early morning my mom got called into the hospital and she returned to inform me that he had passed. After that, my relationship with my mom worsened as I played video games by myself, with friends online, but never in person really. With my sports and video games, I wanted to feel some semblance of pride as the people in my life always stood out on the field in games. I know this sounds petty as fuck, but being good, or at least decent enough to myself was something that I felt would "help" me get past the grief. My academics were pretty mid, to say the least.

Over time, I increasingly lost more and more of a grasp on the motivation to do school, sports, the Boy Scouts, or much of anything else as I had gotten to high school. The school,l I went to, was a prep school on the West Coast where you had to pass a test to get in. I found out later that my test scores for it were pretty bad, to say the least. My grades got even worse as the workload piled higher. I kept playing sports outside of school, but at school, I went to tutoring both and outside trying to keep up, but my ADHD, which had not medicated up until this point had me pacing around school after hours waiting to get picked up despite the work I would've/could've been doing. This went on every year with me being on academic probation every year, but the last. Each year I had my mom crying to me about how she feared every call from the school because of struggling so much, yet I managed every class every year except for a language class that needed to be redone. Moreover, my mom never let me play video games for most of these school years, except for the summer where I had no classes really. It leads to me kind of just existing for the most part, Outside of my sports, in which I am consistently the slowest on the team, despite whatever additional practice I did. I started going to therapy when I was sixteen and was formally diagnosed with depression and anxiety, which explained why I basically would just sleep when I got home to not have to deal with my mom and the constant head fog that I had been in at this point. Halfway through high school, my grandma developed chronic kidney disease. This is bad, obviously, but much like being at home, I found myself left alone in a different way as we were at the hospital for close to six, sometimes seven hours. I couldn't do anything so I would walk around aimlessly for hours.

ADHD is a excuse to act like you have ADHD

Autism is a excuse to act autistic.

Depression is a excuse to act depressed.

CPTSD is a excuse to act like you have CPTSD.

In other words being neurodivergent is a excuse to behave neurodivergent.

At one point people said homosexuality is wrong. People's feeling would get hurt by seeing two men kiss or hold hand. Those people where on the wrong side of history. People who don't accept mental health symptoms are playing the victim and they are hurting themselves.

The consequences of having power over someone is the fault of the powerful not the oppressed.

#mental health #adhd #neurodivergent #neurodiversity

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miyuwuki · 3 years ago

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studying with them

a/n: in honours of exam season :) will be very slow with works, hope you guys will be patient w me! :)

ft. gom + taiga

studying with KISE is like teaching a child. he gets distracted easily, everything around him catches his eye, and he tends to doze off. “ryouta,” you sighed, flipping the textbook, “you need to pass so you can play in the finals. you don’t want to miss that, do you?” he pouted, “i just can’t focus, it’s so boring. why do i need to know algebra when i’m set for life.” you sighed, until, “why don’t we make a bet? for every question you get right, you get a kiss?” knowing that kise was competitive, he immediately accepted the challenge, gaining the full twenty kisses from the twenty questions.

you and MIDORIMA had this special, lowkey cafe that you both would study in when tests and exams were coming up. when he notices you’re getting a bit tired, he would get up and order your favourite drink and pastry before giving it to you saying, “don’t fall asleep right now, we still have a couple hours to go. take a break and eat this.” you happily accepted the snacks, feeling your energy go back up again before you studied the material in front of you.

AOMINE was such a bad influence; he never ever studied, never picked up a pencil or paper. so when you voiced out your concerns to him, telling him that, “can’t you at least study for our future? i’m working hard for ours, and it just seems like you don’t care,” something in him sparks. “do you mind if you can tutor me this week, babe?” he texts you, adding a bunch of sad emoticons. you agreed, and although he had lots of questions about every subject, it also helped you study, since you were basically teaching the material. you made a mental note to treat him to something after exams for working so hard.

another lazy one; MURASAKIBARA. but he’s easier to convince! buy him snacks and he’s basically wrapped around your finger. both of you study in a quiet park on your own, him asking you questions from time to time when he doesn’t understand something. for every subject he studied, you give him a limited-time snack that you’ve collected, solely for this reason.

you and AKASHI study in the comfort of his library in his home. side by side, you both study your own material with soft music playing in the background. he makes sure he has your favourite cup of tea or coffee prepared before you arrive, and he makes sure you take breaks in between sessions. he’ll massage you, he’ll take your hand and lead you out to the garden, or he’ll let you nap on his shoulder as he reads a novel for half an hour. when you need help, he’s immediately at your service, making the material ten times more comprehensible than your teacher.

KUROKO likes to study with you in the library. you both share a spotify session where you take turns choosing a playlist. when he sees you getting antsy while you’re studying, he’ll hold your hand and give you a slight smile; just a little gesture of encouragement. he’ll rub the back of your hand before turning his attention back to his textbook, and then you feel more calm as you read your own. he never lets go of your hand.

KAGAMI really tries to study on his own but can’t because he also gets distracted easily; which is why he loves studying with you! seeing you work hard inspires him to work hard as well, so he takes you to a park near maji burger to study, and then after you guys enjoy a cheap meal! these moments make it more enjoyable for him, and he hopes the same for you.

*＊✿❀reblogs and likes are appreciated❀✿＊*

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promptspa · 3 years ago

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Jock x Nerd Prompts

|××××××|××××××|××××××| Prompt Type: dialogue, action Trigger Warnings: none |××××××|××××××|××××××| » Person A is the high school's best :insert sport: player. To raise their reputation even further and have a chance at being prom king/queen/royal, they begin to date another popular student in a different clique: Person C. But there are three problems: 1: A has no actual romantic feelings for C. 2: C's head-over-heels with B. And 3: A thinks C's nerdy best friend/sibling, Person B, is really cute and starts falling for them instead. » Person A values their skill in sports and their athleticism, and tries to convince their partner, Person B, to go on jogs and come to the gym with them. Person B prefers to sit at home, read and study, and often tries to have A start to read books they recommend. They eventually settle on a deal: making a home gym. Person A can work out at home while Person B sits nearby (or helps them by sitting on their back during push-ups or sitting near their feet during sit-ups) and reads. » Person A is known as one of the smartest kids in their school. They've offered to tutor other students to gain some extra credit. A is assigned to help Person B, a mean jock who seems much too arrogant and annoying to Person A. Following months of bickering and teasing, the two start to bond and get closer. Their friends start to get suspicious when they catch the two casting lovey-dovey eyed glances at each other during the classes the two have together. Dialogue » "Watch it!- oh. You have really pretty eyes." » "I could throw you, you know." "And I could have you kicked off the :sport: team if you don't let me help you on these assignments." » "Shut up, nerd." "Make me, prep." » "I bet you're secretly an insecure theatre kid who hides their self-esteem issues behind a god complex." » "I know we're supposed to hate each other, but you're making it really hard to not kiss you." » "Listen, I'm only asking you on a date because it was a dare. Nothing more, got it?" » "Are you crying because of a papercut?" "Yes! It hurts!" "You've broken your nose playing soccer and kept playing!" » "Are you trying to seduce me into doing your homework?" » "I am sorry for throwing that ball at you. I forgot you can't catch..." » "We'll get there faster if I carry you-" "Don't even try it." » "Wait, what? I'm not your favorite player on the team?" |××××××| Reblogs & Notes Appreciated <3 |××××××|

#jock x nerd #school prompts #school lover prompts #fanfiction prompts #prompts #romance prompts #fluff prompts #otp prompts #otp ideas #dialogue prompts #action prompts #prompt list #jock x nerd prompts #jocks and nerds

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babiedeku · 5 years ago

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fuckboy! kuroo

masterlist | this is part of a collaboration between me and my talented babies!

taglist: @oikawannabeyourbabie

atsumu

- team captain, amazing grades, and looks that have girls swooning over him with a single glance? yup, thats kuroo tetsurou for you

- girls would flock to the gym during their morning and afternoon practices for volleyball, and he often receives bento boxes from them or love notes slipped into his locker

- kuroo absolutely adored the attention he was getting from the girls, complimenting him on how smart and talented he is. like he genuinely just likes it when people compliment him for his skills.

“what can i say? i am one handsome and smart son of a gun.”

“just - just stop talking to them, i wanna go home already.” kenma grumbled.

- can and will flirt back with the girls and he enjoys it. always always has one or two girls on his arms, just out right flirting with them and loving how they giggle out his name.

- constantly surrounded by a group of girls during lunch, half were asking him to tutor them in chemistry while the other half were just vying for his attention and he just sits there soaking it all up with a smile, like a cat that thrives off of attention.

- but he’s never gotten together with any of the girls. always saying no to them the moment they approach him with the notion of confessing that they’re in love with him. kuroo may mess around with them and that’s all there is to it, he just loves how he has them wrapped around his fingers.

- well he seems to have every girl in the palm of his hands but you

- you and kuroo were classmates and have a little rivalry going when it comes to your class standing since the both of you were always neck and neck for that number one spot. but tbh kuroo doesn’t really care if you get that number one spot, he knows you’re smarter than him and he likes that about you, but he’s just in it for the banter and subtle flirting with you.

- “so, kitten, want to bond with me and study for chem lab’s practicals tomorrow?” kuroo asked, smirking as his gaze held you. he was always one for chemistry puns.

- you rolled your eyes, you were not falling for his charms. but you decided to play along. “wanna know my favorite element? it’s nobelium.” then you just walked past him.

- as he watched your retreating form walk past the school gates, he has the biggest smile on his lips and his golden eyes were alight with mirth. two can play at that game.

- the both of you have been playing cat and mouse with one another, kuroo trying to flirt with you while you just quip back, shooting down his advances. this thrills him, enjoying how he can make you smile and watch the pretty blush spread across your cheeks.

“c’mon, (y/n), i bet you’d look cute wearing my jersey while you cheer for me.”

“i guess,” that got him to grin, but it faltered when you uttered your next words. “but kenma’s more of my type.”

- yaku and kenma have caught on with this little thing going on between you and their scheming captain, noticing how he’s always running off the moment that morning practice has ended just to be able to catch you before classes start or how kuroo would always talk about you with such joy and a grin to match.

- one day, during their training after classes, you dropped by the gym to wait for yaku since he asked you to tutor him when he shyly came up to you admitting that he could use some help in physics.

- “oya, oya? here to watch me play, kitten?” kuroo greeted you when they took a break, he was a little sweaty but lord did he look so handsome.

- holding back a smile, you shook your head and gestured to yaku who gave you a wave. “actually, i’m waiting for yaku. we have a study session for physics later.” the number of emotions that passed through kuroo’s face was comical.

- “that pipsqueak? don’t tell me it’s a study date.” behind him, yaku was being held back by yamamoto and lev from kicking kuroo’s ass. jealousy was bubbling in kuroo’s chest as he watched you shrug, nonchalant.

- “kuroo, you have all the girls in nekoma wrapped around your finger, so why is this such a big - ?”

- your words died down when his lips met yours in a soft and languid kiss. “because, kitten, it’s you that i want to take on a date.” kuroo said after he pulled back, admiring how pretty you looked all flustered and red.

- true to his word, kuroo took you on a date after your study session with yaku. he brought you to the ramen shop near campus and even treated you. it was just a night filled with smiles and laughter, and a sweet, and bashful, confession from kuroo.

“i know i’m not exactly the ideal kinda guy that you’d choose to be with, but i promise that i’ll take good care of you and won’t mess this up, (y/n). i really like you and your smart ass, and maybe you’d want to -”

it was your turn to shut him up with a kiss. “yes, kuroo, and i like you too.” he was too stunned to utter words, but the dopey smile and slight blush on his cheeks already spoke for themselves.

- a few days later, kuroo had his arm slung around your shoulder as you laughed at another one of his lame endearing jokes while making your way to the gym for their practice while sporting his nekoma jacket.

“you look good in my jacket, kitten, you should go to our games wearing that.”

you rolled your eyes, smiling at how soft his gaze was whenever he looks at you. “you just like letting people know that i’m with you, tetsu,”

#fuckboy!haikyuu #kuroo tetsurou #kuroo tetsuro x reader #kuroo x reader #hq kuroo #haikyuu!!#haikyuu #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu kuroo tetsurou #hq imagines #hq headcanons #haikyuu kuroo #hq!!#kuroo #hq #kuroo tetsuro #kuroo imagines #kuroo headcanons

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urcuteharrington · 4 years ago

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hi, I just saw your post asking for some requests. Maybe if you can do a Steve angst but with a little bit of fluff? 💛💛

forgotten?☁️🕊

summary-steve seemed to have forgotten you when nancy came into the picture

word count-1.8k

warnings-fighting and cursing

a/n-i really hope you guys enjoyed this because it took me so long to write but i appreciate you all and i’m so glad to be back 🤍

masterlist

huge thanks to @angsty-plots for giving me ideas for new angst plots<3

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steve and i were good friends that was until he started dating nancy wheeler. it use to be steve and i doing everything together hanging out at each others houses, long car rides , going to tommy’s parties , and now he forgot all about me. i knew steve had a crush on ever since the beginning... i saw the way he looked at her when she would walk past him , i saw the sparkle in his eyes when he talked about her or whenever she was around. it use to be steve, tommy, carol, and i hanging out at lunch everyday but i was soon replaced when steve asked nancy to go to his house for a hangout with carol and tommy since his parents were out of town. that night he only invited me out of pity and i saw the subtitle flirting between the two and it made me sick. i walked barb that night to the bathroom after she sliced her thumb trying to open a beer can.” i know steve has gauze and bandages somewhere here ill look just keep your hand under the water” i tell her. that night i saw nancy and steve go into his room and i knew what was going to happen and i couldn’t bare being their for it. I said my goodbye to barb wishing her a safe ride home and went on my way. remembering that night i cried my heart out wondering why steve never expressed interest in me.

That was months ago now it’s around october and it was tommy’s halloween bash. i wasn’t going to go but i decided that it was better than sitting at home doing nothing. i knew i was going to see steve their with nancy but i still went even if it was going to hurt seeing my best friend who forgot i even existed. I go dressed up as (whatever you want) and grab my keys getting ready to head off to the party. pulling up to the house i already see drunk teens walking around with their heels in hand or wobbling around. i walk in and head over to the kitchen and try to grab a drink of spiked punch. while pouring i look over and see them... steve and nancy dancing to the beat of the music. a sudden wave of sadness hit and i decided to take a sip of the punch feeling the alcohol run down my throat.

minutes pass and i decided to stay in the kitchen since i felt like it was my best bet to not run into them while on the dance floor. watching the drunken teens flirting and stumbling their words amused on how quickly the punch could get someone drunk.then i saw her , the girl who stole my best friend from me and the boy i loved. nancy walked into the kitchen and grabbed more cups of the spiked punch , one after another i was able to see her get completely shitfaced in the ,mater of only a few minutes. steve came looking for nancy and they got into a fight and i watched intensely. watching as the punch spilled all over her while sweater my mouth opened a jar shocked at how messy everything was getting. watching her and steve storm over to the bathroom. moments later i move to the living room near the front door and suddenly get shouldered by steve who seemed furious and watching jonathan rush to the bathroom. i decided to stay a little longer since the party was still going strong.

a few days later i noticed that steve and nancy were slowly falling out since he wasn’t visiting her at school anymore and her and jonathan seemed to have gotten closer. they seemed to be done and whatever was said in that bathroom must have been bad. i decided to go to steve’s house and check up on him, even if we weren’t friends anymore i didnt want to see him go through something like a breakup alone. knocking on his front door i waited anxiously wondering if i was making the wrong choice. “ hey how can i- oh hi y/n. i didnt uh expect you to be here?” steve says opening the door confused. “ i know steve but i wanted to talk to you” i say as he walks me to his room to talk.” hey i was actually gonna go out and apologize to nancy so if you can come and help me pick something out for her” my heart sank i haven’t talked to him in months and he already brought her up. not a hey how are you or a i miss you nothing its always about her i think to myself. “ oh i actually came to talk to you about something “ “ shoot” he says.” why did you stop talking to me” silence filled the room 1...2...3 minutes passed waiting for him to say something anything” steve you left me for nancy and i dont get what i did for you to sto talking to me. i understand shes your girlfriend but shit i didnt think you’d completely forget about me” i say standing up from his bed looking at him with sadness in my eyes.” i-i thought you didn’t want to hang out with us anymore y/n i didnt notice at first i i’m so sorry” he says guilt in his voice.” i feel like i lost the only person i truly cared about and and you were my friend and now you don’t even look my way steve how could you not notice me not being their... how did you not notice me not their at your basketball games cheering you on or the long car rides we would have just blasting music or going to tommy’s parties and taking turns getting shit faced. tell me steve is it me was i just not who you wanted to be around anymore was she my replacement because i saw it since the beginning” chocking on my words i hold back my tears. i didnt want to cry but eventually it fell and my vision blurred with tears.” y/n i never ment to make you feel that way and i am so sorry i guess i just got so caught up in nancy and i didnt notice you slowly leave and i i just feel terrible “ steve looked at me finally realizing how much he affected me and how much pain he caused me. “steve if you didnt want to be friends anymore you could have just told me you really hurt me” i say to him not daring to look him in the eyes.”i-i” is all he could say” you know what steve a simple hey i dont think we should be friends anymore its not your fault i just think we should go our own ways would have been nice” i say to him walking past him” you know thanks for being my friend for so many years but i cant be friends with someone who doesn’t give two shits about me anymore” i say as i walk out the door and walk back home since it was only a few houses down.steve not moving just in shock realizing that he was the reason why he lost his best friend.

days past and steve found out that nancy liked jonathan and accepted it telling her its okay and like that they broke up. driving around i felt a wave of sadness hit when the song steve and i would listen to while blasting music. tears spill down my face as i drive home. once i make it home i calm myself down and wash up when i suddenly hear the doorbell go off. walking over i open the door seeing the infamous billy hargrove “ hey their doll face i was wondering if you’ve seen my little sister max i know that you tutor some of her friends so i was wondering if you could help me figure out where the byers house is” he says licking his lips seductively “ yeah i could take you their and help you look for your little sister just let me grab my stuff “ i say looking at him.” after getting to the byers house i stay in the car until i see steve walk out confused at why he is their. everything happened so fast punches were thrown and now i’m driving the kids to this random area in hawkins. steve wakes up and sees me driving confused at how he ended up in this situation. getting to the destination steve and i talk while the kids grab everything. in the car they explained everything that happened in thus far with el , will, the upsidown , and etc. “ we broke up” steve says looking at me “ what why are you okay” even if we weren’t close anymore i didnt want him to feel like he had no one. “ she likes jonathan and the night of the party she called our relationship bullshit and i accepted it since i-“ dustin cuts him off by yelling at him how we didnt have enough time.

getting the kids out of the tunnels one by one steve was just about to help me up when he grabbed onto me tightly in a protective matter when the demo dogs ran toward us. watching as they ran past us he told me” i lost you once and i’m not gonna lose you again”getting out of the tunnels i was able to fully process everything that happened and once el closed the gate and steve and i were finally alone he broke the silence “ i love you y/n i never ment to hurt you and i’m sorry.” speechless i sit their “ steve i know you loved nan-“ he cuts me off “ after our first fight i knew she loved jonathan and i guess i couldn’t believe it till she called our relationship bullshit and i love you so much y/n and it was stupid of me to not tell you earlier” “ i love you too steve but what you did hurt me i mean you completely forgot about me” “ i know y/n but could you give me a second chance i’ll make it up to you... could i take you on a date and patch everything up” i really didn’t want to forgive him but i couldn’t just abandon him because i needed him i loved him and he loved me “ i would love that steve “ i say looking at him with love in my eyes and a smile plastered on my face.

#hawkins indiana #stranger things #fluff #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #masterlist #sweet #angst #steve harrington angst #x reader angst #steve #stranger things season 2 #stranger things season 1

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keisurin · 4 years ago

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swipe left! smau - ♡︎the wedding

suna rintarou x y/n l/n

masterlist

27 // 28 // 29

a/n: super long writing, take a drink and have a seat☺️

(for the people on the taglist, all chapters are already up, use the masterlist or next button to find the new chapters)

“y/n. y/n. Y/N DROP THE BET DROP THE BET YOU DONT HAVE TO PAY ME ILL PAY YOU OH MY,” tendou screeched into his microphone. you just explained how you ended up in this situation where you’re going to a wedding as suna’s plus one to shiratorizawa and everyone, more like just tendou was in a sort of panic state.

“tendou-san, sweetie, CHILL IM JUST ACCOMPANYING HIM,” you screech back. you were currently at a hotel near the wedding venue getting ready for the wedding that was sort of last minute having it just 2 days after suna asked. while getting ready you decided to call the shiratorizawa squad but it went downhill quickly with tendou’s undying dislike for suna.

“accompanying him, what does he also need to be accompanied when he goes to the bathroom?” you could feel the aura of tendou rolling his eyes through the phone. despite his saltiness you couldn’t help but laugh a bit.

“tendou-senpai! why are you freaking out so much? it’s not like y/n-senpai ever falls for anyone, nothing will happen right?” goshiki tried to calm down the fuming red head. tendou wasn’t actually angry he just likes to provoke a bit. you on the other hand, would rather die than admit how you feel for suna.

“pft, yea,” you replied.

“oi y/n you didn’t say anything about you and suna sharing a whole ass couple hotel room,” semi said. you and suna were given a hotel room to share, you were sort of shocked but the suna’s seemed to be richer than expected and the wedding must’ve been a big thing.

“hoi there’s two beds it’s just like a sleepover sem-chan.”

“a wedding, y/n are you wearing a wedding gown?” ushijima asked confused on the situation. “BWHAHAHA SHE WOULD THO,” tendou shouted. “y/n would wear the maid outfit tendou got her, she has no morale,” shirabu coldly said.

“when y/n and i were younger she wore crocs to one of the weddings we went to,” semi brought up. “i did and USHIJIMA-SENPAI, I DONT HAVE ANYTHING ON RIGHT NOW, YOU CAN PICK THE COLOUR OF THE DRESS IM GOING TO WEAR” you excitedly spoke.

“y/n are you naked-“ “hey y/n you said suna would provide a dress, don’t forget that,” semi cuts ushijima off but reminded, what would you do without him. and you were actually wearing a temporary dress just waiting for suna to come back with the dress you’re meant to wear.

“put the circumstances aside, i would say you should wear a green dress, the colour of my crops at home.”

you were holding in your laugh as there was silence as ushijima continued “you can camouflage yourself in the crops.”

“ushijima-senpai, i’ll keep that in mind thank you so much.”

after awhile you heard knocks at the door and the familiar voice of suna spoke “y/n, may i come inside?”

“sHIT I THINK SUNA IS HERE.”

“tell him fuck you,” tendou says. “hey this is a no curse convo, goshiki is here.” you spat back. “what did he even do to you,” shirabu asked.

you ended the call and opened the door for suna.

“what’s up,” you smile.

“hey, sorry did i interrupt something?” suna asks.

“nope, no, this is your hotel room anyways, come inside.”

suna handed you your dress and told once you’re done you’ll go to the wedding venue. you followed through and went into the bathroom for privacy. you were already ready from earlier and just had to slip on the dress. you asked suna if you could go out and he gave you the okay.

there you saw him standing there, his body was muscular from volleyball and that showed through the fitted suit. this was the most tidy you’ve ever seen suna, minus the undone tie around his neck, he looked like this could’ve been his wedding.

“don’t know how to tie a tie now do you?” you softly chuckled. he jokingly pouted, “guessing you do?”

you gave the offer to tie it for him and when that was done you made your way to the venue. the venue was near the hotel so it was a small stroll.

the wedding went by quickly, you sat in the row that suna’s family was on. the wedding itself looking beautiful in the theme of light blue. unfortunately you and suna didn’t pay too much attention to what was happening since the two of you honestly just played imessage games the whole time.

towards the end at the reception, the people started the dancing. first came the hip music for the kids where they all just played around. suna’s sister asked you to join her after her brother told her no. you kindly obliged and joined her and just jumped and had fun, you’ve never felt so young. you didn’t see it but suna was covering his smile from how cute the two of you were.

in the end they had the having the typical slow dance for the people with dates to come. suna’s sister suddenly speaking and saying “nii-chan, y/n! please dance?” rintarou rolled his eyes and shook his head, you on the other hand wasn’t able to say no to her, so you pulled rintarou off his seat and and got on the dance floor.

you both didn’t really know what to do except place your arms around his neck. “you really had to pull me into this?” suna said as he placed his hands on your hips. you looked down and bit your lips trying to hold in your laugh since he didn’t seem to hesitant about this. his relatives started to tease and watch as the two of you sort of just awkwardly swayed together. “suna?” “yea?”

you wanted to have this conversation over the phone, it would’ve been less stressful but you couldn’t wait. “suna what do you think of me?” you asked. “eh? did i insult you or something?”

“what? no i just wondered, are you going to leave me once this is done?”

suna was speechless. he didn’t think you’d ask something like that. especially in the moment. “why would you ask something like that?” suna sounded almost offended.

“you said you needed a date for the wedding and that’s it, exams are coming close so our tutoring sessions would end, you don’t really need me anymore right?”

suna at the moment just felt sort of hurt but he gets the idea of you overthinking what your relationship is with him. he pulled you into a hug and spoke “y/n, you’re not this much of a dumbass, wedding, tutoring session or whatever, even if that wasn’t there i want you in my life. i’m into you, you know that?”

rintarou isn’t good with words. if he had to he could reply to anything with one worded answers but he knows what he wants with you. and for you, his say and do anything.

his words fell lightly into your ears, suddenly it felt like your surroundings disappeared and it was just the two of you. you moved a bit to face rintarou’s face, “you’re into me?” you needed to hear it again.

“so into you.”

you leaned your head into his chest and confessed, “me too.”

suna held your chin and made you face him, “putting all of the dumb bets we made aside, will you be my girlfriend?” you giggled and answered “fuck the bets i’m yours.”

funfact(s):

-the wedding was at a resort a bit far from the hyogo mainland which is why suna recommended that y/n stays at the hotel.

-the miya twins kept teasing suna that he purposely asked to share a room with y/n but no it was completed an accident.

-suna planned on asking y/n to be his girlfriend the night they were in the hotel together but already passed out from the fact he had to share a room with y/n.

-the day before, y/n met suna’s family and they all love her, especially suna’s sister.

-they’re official<3

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brrrritscoldinhere · 3 years ago

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Blissember day 12: Travel

Remus and Sirius often liked to travel when they had the chance, going all the way from China to the US to Australia, everywhere they could. They visited tourists attractions, small villages and towns whenever the people living there welcomed them, ate the local food, and tried to experience everything they could. It was a break for them, and breaks were rare, so they wanted to make sure they made the most out of them. Often busy with their jobs, they weren’t really the best at spending time with each other, but they tried to beat down their schedules just so they could go to bed together. The both of them weren’t really upset, no. They understood how busy they both were and knew they had to work their way around it. It was just how life worked.

And then came the day where on the eve of Christmas, on the day that they had landed in Japan and settled into the hotel they booked. It was nearing midnight, and Remus had insisted on staying up so they could celebrate Christmas right in the dot. Sirius, being the whipped boyfriend he was for him, agreed.

“The stars are so pretty,” Remus murmured lowly from where he was leaning against the balcony, gazing up at the night sky. “I miss being able to just look at them. We’re always so busy, nowadays.”

Sirius leaned his head against Remus’ shoulder, humming quietly. “It’ll only last up till this year, I promise. I’ll be moving companies, so hopefully there’ll be less workload for me. We can spend more time together after, I promise. How’s your teaching going?”

Remus laughed under his breath. “It’s going fine, now that their termly exams are over and Christmas break started. The students I’m tutoring don’t really enjoy having to study during a break, so I’m giving them as little work as I can and letting them laze the rest of the class off.” He paused, before exhaling a tiny breath. “But we didn’t come here to talk about our jobs, we’re here to relax.”

Sirius chuckled quietly. “You bet your ass that’s what we’re going to do. We only managed to get out of the country once this year, you know. I’m going to make the best out of it.”

Remus’ arm wrapped around Sirius’ waist. “Not arguing with that in the slightest.”

They stood out in the balcony for what seemed like ages, simply basking in each other’s presence when Sirius’ phone rang a twinkling tone; it was midnight in Japan. Christmas.

“Merry Christmas, love,” Remus murmured, pressing a kiss into Sirius’ hair.

“Merry Christmas.” Sirius closed his eyes and leaned into his boyfriend. “Hey. Would you marry me if I asked?” The question was sudden, and Sirius himself didn’t know where he was going with it.

Remus tilted his head, looking questioningly at him. “Are you proposing?”

Sirius paused before humming. “I don’t have the rings, but— yeah. I really want to marry you someday.” He felt his heart relax at the thought of waking up to Remus’ face and voice every day, spending their time together as a married couple. It wouldn’t really change anything, really, their dynamic wouldn’t change. The only thing that would change was the fact that they’d be husbands. But the thought warmed Sirius anyway, knowing he’d be able to call Remus his. His partner in marriage, the hand that would hold his for the rest of their lives.

“I’d like to marry you too,” Remus said softly, closing his eyes once more. “When we get back home, we can choose the rings?”

Sirius nodded, a warm smile spreading across his lips. “I’d like that very much.”

Yeah. It was a very merry Christmas indeed.

#remus john lupin #remus lupin #sirius black #sirius orion black #wolfstar #wolfstar fluff #wolfstar fic #wolfstar fanfic #wolfstar fanfiction

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tastyykpop · 4 years ago

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𝑆𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑡 𝐶𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑢𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛-ρ† 3

Pairings: enemy, barista, student!jaemin x student, barista!reader.

Warnings: fluff, angst if you squint real hard

Anger and frustration was the only way to describe it. Plus the lingering feeling of humiliation when jaemin didn't give a direct answer. Students eyed the two of you, mostly you for your braveness to even confront the boy which was shocking from their point of view, knowing all too well of your history with each other.

For once though, you've seen jaemin hesitate and stutter with an answer. It was quite something really, and you couldn't believe it.

And it wasnt like it was a yes or no answer, he only blurted out, "W-we have tu-tutor sessions...later...." and walked away after a few seconds of looking at you. God, and everyone was whispering among themselves and friends like it was the hottest topic, which in a strange sense it kind of was.

You dragged yourself back to the table where yeri sat and put your head in your arms.

You felt stupid. This wasn't how you thought your day would go, nor did you think jaemin would say something like that. Instead, you thought jaemin would for sure say yes. The things he said, the way he acted, jaemin couldve passed as your boyfriend and you thought maybe now it was possible.

"Y/n are you okay?" Yeri put a hand on your arm and you shook your head, still buried in your arms.

"I hate him." Your voice came out muffled.

Yeri let out a long sigh, "Its going to be okay. There’s plenty of other guys you'll meet who'll be worth your time." She stopped when you lifted your head. The look on your face was melancholy and red, but she didn't know what she could do about it. "What about that taemin guy? He's pretty cute. And from what you told me, he's super nice." Yeri wiggled her eyebrow suggestively making you groan.

"I don’t want to hurt him." You frowned, not being able to imagine using him as a rebound, "I realized I don’t like him like I thought I did."

"I get it. But don't pain yourself over a boy." She shook her head and let out a quiet chuckle, "especially jaemin."

"But jaemins literally what I want. How am I supposed to ignore that?"

Yeri stuck her bottom lip out in a pout, "Its almost impossible to ignore feelings..." There was a short pause until she started again, "So maybe just...ignore him? I don’t know man, I’m not good at this stuff."

"Yeah no shit," You snorted, "but ignoring him is an option. He gets mad when I do things like that, and ignoring him would get his attention, which means," you took a deep breath and grinned, "I’d get my ass destroyed by him whenever he breaks!"

"That’s literally not at all what I meant by ignoring him."

You sat back in your seat, smiling like a maniac to yourself at the devilish plan that would possibly not end well for you.

"But it could work." You pointed out.

"Could doesn't mean would. You know what, talking to you is like talking to a brick wall." As yeri stood up and gathered her trash, you threw your pile along with hers just to annoy her. "This is why I'm your only friend."

"I thought you were going over jaemins for tutoring?" Jimin asked with a raised brow at your sudden intrusion into the apartment giving him no time to put a shirt on.

"I decided not to go." You shrugged, setting your bag on the floor. In reality, it was just the start of your plan of ignoring jaemin, but you weren't going to tell jimin that.

"Huh?? But you said he was good at trig and you would fail without him." As he tilted his head in confusion, you tried to come up with an excuse.

And not even a second later, an idea popped into your head, "I’m starting to understand it better." It wasn’t far from the truth to be honest, jaemin was doing a very good job at explaining, but in reality, you weren't perfect at all.

"Liar! You suck at trig!"

Your eye twitched, "I understand it slightly better."

"I still don't believe you." Jimin shrugged, "its only been like 2 days."

"I’m a fast learner." You huffed. Sadly your roommate knew you too well for you to lie. It wasn’t surprising anymore that he could point out just one flaw.

"Another lie. Now run along, I’m watching tv." Jimin shoo'ed you away with a hand motion. It took almost all your patience not to say anything in return, but it was pointless now.

Once in your room, you threw yourself onto the bed, not caring enough to close the door as you started changing from school clothes to regular shorts and a tank top.

Now once looking back at it, today was just a weird day. It was quiet in all the classes like someone just flipped a switch and one thing that threw you off the most was that jaemin didn’t ignore you completely like you thought he would, but instead he still helped with the work you were struggling with. Other than that he never talked to you. And it wasn’t like you wanted him to, you actually didn't want him to because of your little plan.

To be expected, you got multiple texts from him wondering where you were and why you weren't at his house and each text got more and more threatening so you just put your phone on silent and decided to take a nap until work. If this is how jaemin acts when you ignore him for barely a day then it should be easier to break him then you thought.

Rolling over in your bed, you closed your eyes, ignoring the aching feeling of anxiousness in your gut and tried to get some sleep. But sleeping was almost impossible. No matter how sleepy you were, or how heavy your eyes were, sleeping just didn't want to come. And you really didn't want to go on your phone because jaemin was calling you and in a matter of time you would probably answer it because you were just a little afraid of him.

Moving out of the bed and getting ready for work was your last option. Though the amount of black pants and white shirts that were lost from your closet made you realize how much you actually worked. The last time you had a day off was during summer vacation with jimin and a few of his friends plus yeri. Its been a while, and you kind of missed the break but you can't complain too much since you're making such good money.

After throwing on the clothes and lacing up your shoes, you left after saying good bye to jimin. Its still early, but you couldn't bring yourself to pass time until work and going there wasn’t as bad as one may think.

After you got in the car, you left the apartment, driving off to the cafe. You blasted some of your music on the way, singing the lyrics loudly since no one was in the car. You gotta say, driving alone is sometimes more fun since you can do stuff like this without people judging you.

Finally at the cafe, Irene happily greeted you, not giving you time to say hi back and started jumping up and down talking about her promotion to manager. She literally looked like she'd explode any minute from too much happiness.

"I get to boss you around even more than I did before." She grinned and you playfully shoved her to get to your station.

"If that’s possible." A little fist punched your shoulder as you laughed, "I’m kidding, I’m kidding."

"Hey, I'm not that bad! But I could be worse if you’d like." You covered your mouth to stifle the laugh that would come out when she sent you a wink.

There were many orders coming up, food, smoothies, coffee, anything. It kept you, irene, and your coworkers in the back completely occupied and busy. Youd even catch yourself drifting off into space because you were working too fast, almost messing some orders up too.

"I can bring this to the customer, go work on the other orders please." Irene rushed away after you smiled and did what she wanted.

Moments passed and after a few more drinks you saw the familiar black haired man walking into the back where you stood making a drink.

Jaemin didn't look all too happy when he saw you, so you tried your best to ignore him, but its not easy to ignore someone who’s been on your mind the whole day and somehow you're just figuring that out now.

He looked nice too, well he always does, but his black hair looked particularly very good. The way it was parted yet still fell over his face on some ends, and the way some parts stuck out just looked pretty on him.

"You’re here early...again." jaemin spoke while looking up at the orders, snapping you out of your thoughts.

"I was kind of bored at home." You muttered, moving as jaemin reached over you for a cup.

"Should’ve came to my house to study, maybe you wouldn't have been so bored." He lifted an eyebrow in your direction almost tauntingly and expecting a snap back but you stayed quiet, keeping it silent for a bit.

Jaemin was doing his order, and you did yours, though it did feel like time was just dragging you slowly through the day because you were so anxious near him. You felt as if he would break if you stepped out of place even just a bit. But wasn’t that your plan in the first place?

"Why didn't you answer my texts?" Jaemin began and you looked up from the last drink you put in the tray. He had anticipated your answer as you suspired.

"I was sleeping.."It was obvious that you didn’t want to talk as you tried to walk away with the tray in hand followed by jaemin grabbing your shirt and pulling you back, the tray tipping slightly.

"Sleeping? How could you be sleeping when you read my texts? Now why are you lying to me?" Question after question, you tried wiggling out of his strong grasp and rolled your eyes to show you didn’t care. With only so much patience left, jaemin grabbed your hair, bringing your face closer to his. "I asked you a question so i suggest you answer before I spank your ass in front of everyone."

You stopped and nervously looked around the cafe to see if anyone heard him, but luckily for you everyone was minding their own business or not paying attention but still you couldn’t mask your shyness, "Y-you wouldn't do that. You're bluffing." You huffed.

Though you're not much shorter than jaemin, you felt small under his strong gaze, almost weaker near him too.

"Wanna bet?" He questioned and his sincerity was almost scary. You could feel his hand snake a bit too far down your backside and you pushed him off. "Answer me; why are you lying?"

"I don’t know." He slowly let go of your hair and ran his fingers through it. Nervousness fell over you, thinking he'd grab it again.

"You don’t know, huh." Jaemin said softly. You shook your head hoping he'd believe it.

"I-i don’t.."

Jaemin rolled his eyes, "Don’t lie or ignore me again."

"Yeah yeah whatever-" You cried when he grabbed and tugged on your hair again, making your face contort in pain, "Okay! Fine! I wont do any of that again!"

That being said, jaemin let go after giving you that natural look telling you not to push him today, or any day for that matter. "Little bitch." You mumbled.

"Call me that again, I dare you."

It took almost all of your self control to not flip him off.

Lee jeno, the infamous frat boy and fuck boy on campus, was jaemins closest friend. He was gorgeous, kind, and smart, but one thing that set you off about him was he could be quite rude. Just one flaw, and it happened to only be towards you. So you wondered; 'why the hell am I asking lee jeno for help when there's a hundred more men in this school?' Because jeno was jaemins closest friend. Plain and simple. The only thing is, your brilliant plan could fail. Either way it was a fifty-fifty chance.

"Lee jeno!" You called and ran up to the boy, confused as to why you looked happy to see him when you and him don't really like each other. "I have a question."

"I might have an answer." Jeno surprisingly smiled, now you see why people were whipped.

"I want to make jaemin jealous."

He stopped in his tracks and nervously laughed, "Why would you want to do that? Of all things?"

You smiled up at him, "I wanna be a pain in his ass so I have an idea and I need your help." Jeno scratched the back of his head, still not sure where you were headed with this conversation.

"Uhh...okay what is it then?" You happily jumped when jeno gave you the go to ask.

"Can you be my fake boyfriend?"

"You’re who-what!?" Jeno choked trying to find a hint that you were joking and just testing him or something, but you were dead serious and that's what made him scared. "So you’re plan to make jaemin jealous is to date me? Damn that’s kinda smart and bit bitchy."

You frowned, "I just like making him regret certain things and testing his patience is all."

"So a bitch," he shrugged, " but how the hell would this whole thing work? You and I don’t have a really good record with each other and hes well aware of that. Jaemins not dumb." Jeno pointed out as you tilted your head in almost a ‘you’re so stupid’ manner.

“Didn’t you take acting lessons?” There was a slight delay but he nodded nonetheless, “Then just act the part, lee. Its not that hard.” you rolled your eyes with a scoff, jeno playfully slapped your shoulder.

“Its not that simple! Its you for gods sake! How am i supposed to pretend to like you?”

“I dont know, you just do it.” Shrugging off the almost annoyed yet smiling boy, you noticed someone out the corner of your eye; the devil himself. Just staring at the two of you. Surprisingly, jeno took notice of that and grabbed your hand while walking close to you, never letting his smile fall, and walked around the school building to a bench.

"That was smooth." You mumbled earning a laugh from jeno. "See, was that so hard?”

The boy rubbed the back of his neck nervously with an eye smile, “I guess not, but do you really think he’ll fall for it?”

That was a good question and if you sat and thought about it more, you probably would’ve said no, but for some reason you pushed out a yes. Jaemins a jealous and possessive boy, there’s no way this shouldn’t work.

“Hell yeah. Have I ever steered you wrong?”

“Well-”

“Don’t answer that.”

Currently, you and jeno were awkwardly flirting with each other in front of jaemin at the cafe. Light touches and small smiles and giggles was kind of annoying in jaemins eyes. But this was the best plan yet.

After not going to jaemins third tutor session and ignoring multiple other calls because he didn’t bother texting anymore, you were at the cafe on your day off just to piss him off. And for some reason, this was probably the most fun, yet awkward moment in your life.

"Is he still watching?" Jeno whispered as he smiled to make it seem as if he was flirting.

You quickly glanced up and jaemin was indeed still watching, actually glaring, but you couldn't even tell if it was at you or jeno, maybe even both.

"Hes still watching." You turned and grinned at him. "He looks very mad."

"I know something to get him more mad."

"And what would that be?" Raising an eyebrow at him, jeno suddenly grabbed you by your face and kissed your cheek.

"Now look back and tell me if hes still there."

You were shocked but did as he said and sure enough, jaemin was no where to be seen, "Hes gonna kill us..."

"No just you, I’ll be gone by then." He laughed when you sent him a glare. "This was your plan not mine."

"And this will for sure end my life later on," You faced jeno, "When was the last time he was really mad?"

Jeno sat back to think about it and let go of your hand that you forgot he was holding, "He got into a fight with one of our friends just a few months ago. You know donghyuck, right?"

You nodded your head. Of course you knew donghyuck, he was the biggest brat of them all and out of every one of jaemins friends, you got along with him pretty well, turning out to be very good friends. You haven't talked to him in few weeks though, college kind of messed some things up for you guys but you still try to keep in contact as much as possible.

"Well a few months ago jaemin and hyuck got into this huge fight."

"Was it as bad as that time mark and hyuck fought?" You asked and jeno shook his head.

"No it was probably worse. Jaemin was almost in a fist fight with him--actually no I think they did end up physically fighting." Jeno sighed, "Anyways jaemin was super cold to everyone and got into a lot of fights with some other people like me," he giggled at the thought, "It was also around the time he dumped coffee on your head."

Only jeno could bring back that stupid coffee incident and make you remember when you wanted to commit a murder.

"That was one of the worst things hes done to me don’t make me think of that." You whined, throwing your head back, "And hes done a lot of bad things."

Jeno grinned, he was standing next to jaemin at the time laughing at you. In his perspective it was funny, but for you, it was not.

"Not gonna lie it was kind of funny, but I did feel a bit bad."

"Woah. You felt bad for me!? Who the hell are you?" You said dramatically making jeno throw his head back in laughter.

"Someone who actually has remorse," He looked you up and down before starting again, "for some people."

You huffed, "And to think you were becoming nice." Jeno giggled one last time but it quickly faded away when a hand slammed on the table.

Both of you looked up at the boy with jet black hair, he was none too happy with all your laughing and 'flirting', and wanted to interrupt it the best he could.

"Hey jeno," jaemin nodded his head in his friends direction, somehow managing to make his anger dissolve into a real smile.

"Whats up?" Jeno smiled.

You sat back staring at the two, jaemins eyes were locked onto jenos and his hand was still sitting there. They were like statues.

"Oh you know...working and watching you dumbasses flirt." Jaemin painfully grit his teeth, still holding a smile and you tried not to laugh.

Out of all things you found cute, it was jaemins poor attempt at trying not to be angry or jealous. It was like watching a rom-com but in real life.

"Its disgusting." Jaemin mumbled.

He turned towards you, but with no smile like you didn’t deserve one which in this case you was probably true since this was your idea in the first place.

"I've never seen you come here on your day off. Isn't that a bit strange?"

"Jeno wanted something sweet," you lied, "and we have the best sweets. What, can I not come here on my day off?” Man did jaemin find you annoying right now. It was getting to the point that talking to you was becoming a chore. Either he couldn’t talk to you because you ignored him or you started speaking in ways that made his eye twitch.

"You're gonna be in so much trouble later." Jaemin muttered low enough for you to hear. Jeno smirked at jaemins words too, knowing this was working way too well for you. "I should get back to work before irene gets mad and you guys should get going too."

You raised a brow, "And why is that?"

"Jeno always brings his dates home to fuck."

"If you're jealous then just say it." You growled.

Jaemin looked between you and a red faced jeno and snickered, "Im not jealous, I already had my turn." He winked and walked away leaving you and jeno staring at each other with wide eyes.

"I...feel like this didn’t go as we intended.." jeno laughed but with no emotion, almost in a sadistic way.

You puffed out your cheeks, not sure what to do now that jaemin was playing like this too.

"I should bring you back home." He started standing but you grabbed his hand to stop him.

"No wait.” He looked down at you, “Isn't there a party later?"

"Yeah?" jeno tilted his head, wondering why you’re asking this question when you never go to any of the frat party’s.

"Lucas is throwing it right?" Jeno nodded his head and you perked up, "Can we go?"

It was a strange request, you never wanted to go to any parties because you worked and studied whenever you felt the need to, so parties were never on your mind. But right now, you felt that a party is what you need. You've never been but it can't be that bad if you're with someone. And you even know the host so there should be other people you know too. It would be fun anyway.

"If you really want to, but you might lose me at some point."

"That’s okay," your face said otherwise, "I’ll try to find someone I know." It wasn’t likely that you would, but you knew that the main people who were going to go was hyuck and lucas. There was also jaehyun and johnny, the only thing was you didn’t know them as well as hyuck or lucas and ever talked to them a few times. They were nice, but you probably wouldn't go up to them and strike up a conversation.

"Alright then let's go, the party’s gonna start in like two hours. And seeing how long it took you just to get ready for this stupid date, you’re probably gonna need it." Jeno pulled you up by the hand that stopped him before, and you both walked out of the cafe.

You got into jenos car and put on your seat belt waiting patiently for him to drive off. The only problem was that he was busy on his phone, trying to find music to play.

"Don’t look at me like that." Jeno did a double take at your unamused face that clearly stated you wanted to leave so you can get ready for the party.

"Then pick a damn song and let's go." You smacked his thigh repeatedly causing him to groan and put his playlist on shuffle, driving off after hitting play. "See, that wasn’t so hard now was it?"

"Your’e annoying. I cant believe i even said yes to this fake dating thing. Now I see why jaemin didn’t respond."

"Hey that's not very nice," you pouted, "and don't make me think of that for God sake, its depressing."

"Good now shut up and let me drive." And so you did, letting just the music and jenos quiet singing be the only thing playing in your ears.

It was a quick ride anyway from your job to the apartment, jimin was doing his normal thing which was sitting on the couch shirtless and watching dramas. The little up and down he gave jeno wasn't unseen by you either, but you never commented as you walked by with a smirk.

Jeno was close behind you too almost like a lost puppy. He even sat on your bed and watched you apply a bit of make up for the party and lazily lounged about as you picked an outfit, not sure whether to go with an innocent pink flowy skirt, or black ripped jeans.

"I like the skirt better," jeno hoisted himself on the bed, "it gives me better access-"

"Don’t even think about it!" You whipped a pillow straight to his head, he wasn’t quick to dodge as it hit him perfectly where you wanted it to, "I’m about to choose the jeans."

The boy tilted his head as he pouted at the two choices in your hand, Jeno preferred the innocent look on women but this wasn’t for him--in fact it wasn’t for anyone except yourself, but he couldn’t stop from staring at the pretty baby pink skirt.

"How about you try them on and pick which one you think looks better on you." He smiled that eye smile of his after having a little war with himself.

You nodded your head and rushed to the bathroom to throw on one of the bottoms first.

Once you came back, you stood in front of jeno with the jeans on and checked yourself out in the mirror. It hugged your waist sweetly and complimented your legs well, but you didn’t think this was going to be the winner out of the two.

"Okay maybe a skirt would look better." You whispered loud enough for jeno to hear.

"Told you! Skirts suit you better anyways." Jeno sat against the headboard in victory as you went back to change into a skirt. The only thing left was a top, but jeno seemed to already have that covered when he threw a white laced bralette at your face. "This is cute." He made heart eyes at the bralette you held up.

"It is but don't you think it would show too much?" You questioned, though you couldn’t lie that you were a bit tempted to wear it though it did cut a bit low.

"Dude its fine, a lot of other girls wear way worse stuff than what I just gave you."

You decided to trust jenos words, and left to put on the shirt. Unsurprisingly it looked amazing with the skirt and your beautiful skin. So maybe jeno was good at picking clothes out, but you wouldn't tell him that.

After doing any last few touches you had, you and jeno left after saying goodbye to jimin, who was still checking jeno out, and left for the party.

"You’re not gonna change?" You wondered as you sat in the car.

Jeno shrugged and smiled, "I’m a guy so I don't care what I wear."

"Thats cap."

Jeno rolled his eyes and began driving to the destination. Sometime during the ride you snatched his phone to find a good song to play, ignoring the boy who whined as you took it from him.

After finding a song and placing the phone back down, you carelessly started belching the lyrics out to purposely irritate jeno who was struggling to not pull the car over and leave.

"Y/n, who sings this song?"

"Michael Jackson, why?"

"Please keep it that way."

"I-"

"And we are here!!" Jeno slammed on his breaks and peacefully left the car as if he didn’t just insult your singing. You got out, a bit intimidated by the crowd of people standing outside dancing with drinks in hand while others smoked. Girls all in tight shirts that hugged them perfectly or the shorts that made their ass pop almost literally. Boys being boys by taking shots or chugging their beer in competitions. This was all new to you and somehow you found yourself clinging onto jenos arm like a little girl.

"Is it always this crowded?" You looked up waiting for his answer.

"Yeah but that's because it's lucas' party. He always knows how to bring people in," he looked around at some of the unfamiliar faces that were chilling by the entrance, "c’mon let's go inside."

Jeno dragged you in like you were the lightest thing and passed you a cup once at a table filled with drinks.

"Want something. Maybe a shot?" Jeno winked as you scoffed.

You looked between the variety of drinks, they were all too strong or too bitter for your liking because of your lack of drinking so it only made your face scrunch, "These are all disgusting."

"Oh come on! Don't tell me you're a light weight!" Jeno complained but needless to say he still grabbed your cup, barely filling it with some alcohol and handed it back.

You looked at the somewhat dark liquid and sniffed it. Not the sweetest scent, but it is what it is. Tilting your head back, you drank the small amount that jeno gave you and he watched with wide eyes as you coughed at the intense flavor. Something like a mix of cinnamon.

"...you just drank fireball.." jeno mumbled but you were still focused on the burning sensation in the back of your throat. It definitely isn’t a smooth drink and its fairly strong, something you can't take, but you shook the cup in his face for more, "Are you trying to get wasted?"

"Well we are at a party-"

"Y/NNN!!!!" A voice interrupted the conversation and you both turned to see none other than lucas himself running towards you with wide arms, two cups in hand, and a huge smile on his face. "I haven't seen you in so long!!" Lucas engulfed you in a bear crushing hug making jeno laugh behind you.

"You saw me last week." You said in his chest, still being crushed by the giant.

"That’s a long time for some people, be considerate man." Lucas let go, drinking out of the cup in his right hand. "So what brought you here? You never come to parties."

"I asked jeno-"

Lucas spat out his drink, "Jeno!?" He looked behind you to jeno smiling and waving at him. "I think i drank too much cuz im seeing shit." He stared into his drink.

Jeno chuckled and took the other drink out of lucas' hand, "You aren't seeing things." He started drinking from the cup and Lucas frowned watching the younger. "She just wanted to come with me for some reason."

Lucas looked at you and you nodded back, "Then now that you're here, get drunk so we can play games."

"More fireball?" Jeno lifted the bottle up and Lucas nodded.

"More fireball."

You shouldn't have taken more than 2 shots of fireball. It was impossible for you to think straight, in fact, you found yourself sitting on jenos lap with him being equally as drunk, well, maybe not as bad but still pretty hammered.

There were even times where you both would start flirting with no context. From someone else's point of view, it was probably funny, but to you and him, it was like you wanted to get into each others pants.

"Look," jeno lazily pointed over to the entrance where seulgi walked in with jaemin close behind. "I have a plan if you wanna do it."

"Hmm," you frowned at the two, jaemin was smiling at seulgi who was talking his ear off and giving him subtle flirtatious hints while she walked to the drink table, "Sure what is it?"

Smirking, jeno moved his hand lower on your waist, "Promise you won't kill me after this?"

"Depends on what you're gonna do."

Jeno reached to take a sip of beer, knowing that after this night he'd be throwing up from all the drinking, "Ill do it when he looks over."

A drunken pout sat on your face as you were so curious to know what he had in mind, but jeno still grinned at your behavior, rubbing up and down on your waist.

What shocked you the most was when jeno suddenly put his lips on yours. You've figured out by now that this was his plan so you didn't push him off.

Though you couldn't see it, jenos was staring into jaemins eyes as he smirked against your lips. It was like he beat jaemin at something and came up to the top for once. But you were too focused in making out with jeno to even notice the burning eyes in your back, watching as jeno gripped your hips and kissed you back hungrily like a devil. He tasted like alcohol and you couldn't say you were any sweeter, but maybe it was the intoxication that made you start to enjoy this moment a little more than you should’ve.

"W-what the hell...?" Jeno pulled back hesitantly looking behind you. Trying to look back, jeno took you by the face making you look at him, "Please only look at me."

"Whyyyy?" You leaned into his hand and jeno almost softened up but clenched his jaw in return.

"Drink some water." He changed the subject, handing you his bottle of water that he kept with him the entire time for whenever any of you needed it, and right now seemed like the time.

You swatted his hand away, almost spilling the water and started, "But I wanna look."

"Unless you want to see jaemin shoving his tongue down seulgis throat, I suggest you don’t."

"Hes what!??"

Jeno giggled like a little school girl probably from your furious face, "Its what you get, so don't even get mad when you do the same thing."

"But you’re the one who kissed me first, I only went along with it." Your growled and took a heavy chug from the water you pushed away. "I’m mad at you."

"Should’ve pushed me off."

"I figured you did it for a reason."

"Then don’t get mad."

"I- you- I'm gonna be mad!!"

Jeno rubbed his temples like you were the most infuriating thing known to man. He doesn't know how jaemin could put up with you and hes amazed how far he got with your antics. It was ticking him off but he didn't want to just drop you now, it was still somewhat fun.

"We should go dance." You looked towards the many groups of sweaty people grinding on each other, having a good time enjoying the party. You sighed, it would be fun you thought.

Jeno perked up at your sudden mood change noticing how you weren't in the slightest mad anymore, now registering that you have mood swings when you're drunk or tipsy.

"I don’t dance."

"Don’t lie! You're literally a dancer, c’mon!" You got up off his lap and hoisted him up, bringing him to the dance floor. He placed his hands on your hips as you moved against him, just letting the music flow through you and let your body move on its own.

You didn’t actually care if jaemin saw you grinding on his best friend because right now, you were actually having fun. Maybe it was because you were wasted or maybe it was because of the excitement and happiness here that made you love it so much. Either way, you found joy just dancing with jeno.

"Isn't this fun?" You moved your head to smirk at him, but jeno seemed a bit uncomfortable.

"Maybe if you weren't grinding on me, I'd say yes, but right now it's a hard no."

You knew what he meant and that’s why you pushed back a bit. Stopping when he gripped your hips in a way that hurt a bit.

"Stop it y/n." He whispered in your ear.

You whined and said, "Make me." Jeno stood back, not sure what to do right now. He may be a fuck boy but he has boundaries. Plus you’re drunk and don’t know what you’re saying.

"We should go home."

"But I wanna dance and have fun with you!!" You voice came out slurred and jeno automatically took another step back.

"Not gonna happen, you’re wasted." Grabbing your hand, he walked towards the front door so he could bring you home, but of course this would be the perfect time for jaemin to stop him.

"Whats wrong with her?" His voice was laced with concern seeing your current state; droopy eyes, and a way too happy smile.

"Shes drunk so I’m taking her back home." Jeno tried walking passed but jaemin stopped him again. If jeno wasn’t as drunk or tispy, jaemin probably would’ve let him bring you back, but jaemin couldn’t be so sure and wanted you safe. Plus, he may or may not be a bit mad at jeno.

"No stay, I can bring her back." Jaemin pushed, not because he wanted to show you discipline for the last few days, but because he was genuinely worried for your current state.

"What about seulgi?"

Jaemin looked back at the girl who was now talking with some of her friends, clearly not paying attention or taking notice of his disappearance. "She'll be fine." He brushed it off, "Lemme take y/n."

It took a few seconds for jeno to let go of your hand and stand back for jaemin to take you before you fell over. But he was so gentle with you, and because of that jeno was sure jaemin wouldn’t do anything bad to you.

"Be careful." Jeno said, jaemin nodded back and walked away with you slightly stumbling down the stairs just after he said that.

You started giggling at yourself while jaemin was actually struggling to keep you up. Somehow though, he made it to the car before you tripped and out your seat belt on before climbing in the drivers seat.

"Nana, where are we going?" You slurred.

Jaemin smiled at the little nickname you never used, "To my house if that’s fine with you."

"Your house is nice." Leaning against the window, you rested your head as you started zoning out.

Jaemin didn't mind though, he wanted you to get some rest, at least before he got to his house so he could put you to bed. But it wasn't like you'd sleep for long because the drive was only 5 minutes.

When jaemin started carrying you out, that was when you started putting up a fight. Not only was jaemin try his best to not get angry, but he also tried to reason with himself when you started whining and pushing him away. Either sweet talk or show who's in charge.

"Y/n please cut it out, I’m just bringing you to my room." Jaemin groaned, struggling to keep you still in his arms.

"But I wanna walk."

"You can barely walk right now."

You didn’t care and continued moving around and kicking his arms away trying to get him to put you down, but just like you--he was stubborn and he carried you the whole way to his bed.

Softly putting you down, he went to grab some clothes for you. When he came back you already discarded your skirt and were about to take your bralette off until jaemin stopped you.

"What are you doing?" He pulled your hand away from the strap.

"I wanna play with you."

Jaemin shook his head at your sad face and pulled your body closer to his so he could start getting you changed, "Its almost 3am and you're drunk." but you whined once he rejected you.

“So what? Im still giving you my consent anyway.” You said, smiling at him as he took your top off, quickly putting a shirt on to cover you up. He wondered how you could wear such a tight top without feeling uncomfortable.

“You're not giving me full consent, y/n. I’m not gonna take advantage of you.” He stepped away after dressing you. Jaemin had only put a shirt on you and just left you in your underwear since it seemed the most comfortable.

Jaemin changed too, only wearing sweatpants and no shirt because he was most comfortable that way himself, and crawled into bed with you. Somehow you found yourself already snuggled into his chest, breathing in his delicious cologne.

“Goodnight nana.” you mumbled into his chest.

“Goodnight princess,” jaemin hesitated for a second before speaking again, “nana loves you.”

You woke up to a painful headache and an empty bed. You knew where you were at least, but didn’t know how you got here. The last think you remembered was sitting with lucas, jeno and some other people playing a game of beer pong. That was probably when you got hammered, but why where you at jaemins house?

As much as you wanted to sit up and go find jaemin, your headache is what kept you in bed.

“Jaemin!!” You screamed, the sound of feet came running up the stairs.

“What is it? Are you okay? Do you need water? Medicine?” Question after question and jaemin seemed worried at your distressed state.

“Medicine and water would be nice actually.” You murmured and jaemin was already on his way to get what you needed.

Jaemin handed you two pills and a glass of ice water. You thanked him and took them, swallowing both the pills and the water at the same time.

“Do you need anything else?” His face still held concern and you almost wondered why he wasn’t mad at you like he had been for the past few days. Though you easily brushed it off as a sign that maybe he let you off the hook.

“No I’m good now.” You shook your head causing jaemin to sigh in relief and fall on the bed next to you. He gave you space, letting you cuddle and wrap yourself up in his blankets assuming that you were trying to find ways to get comfortable enough to fall asleep. And as much as he wanted to hold you, he was almost too scared to. It was funny really. Jaemin; the most out-going yet introverted person ever, was too scared to touch you right now.

Maybe it was his feelings getting the best of him or maybe he was too scared to finally fall in love with someone hes afraid of hurting in the end.

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