#but forgot his airpods so he’s coming back tomorrow

[kaiyunsim]

In between sets —

pairing : idol!anton x male!reader

summary : after recently coming back to the gym, you are a bit rusty and forget what to do. luckily, the only other person who goes is willing to help.

warnings : SMUT!! (dni minors), unprotected sex, kinda dacryphillia, sex in a public setting, sex while hiding, (provably more but idk, pls lmk if i should add more)

a/n : THESE ANTON PHOTOS GOT ME FEELING REALLY H***Y !!! also first smut so lmk how it is and maybe i’ll do more

part 1 — part 2

— (w/c : 2.7k) — not proof read — minors dni —

anton had a routine. 3-4 times a week. early mornings before practice. sometimes he would have a gym buddy which was normally sungchan, wonbin, or eunseok but this time he decided to go solo.

he always has airpods in, keeping his mind in check by playing some music. he a was used to seeing the usuals, especially since the gym is almost always empty in the early mornings but was somewhat surprised to see someone new, someone he hasn’t seen before.

the newbie seemed to be fumbling their way through the weights section, looking moody along the rows of equipment. anton couldn’t help but notice him, it was quite a cute sight to see. they weren’t decked out in typical gymwear, instead, opting for a loose hoodie and sweats. their hair was slightly disheveled, looking as if they didn’t intend on coming today but decided to give it a try anyway.

by the end of his set, anton glanced over and noticed they were staring over at a dumbbell with what seemed like frustration or confusion. it was almost endearing. with a smirk, anton walks over.

“hey,” anton starts, pulling out one of his airpods. “you new here?”

you blink to look up to him, somewhat startled, you didn’t really notice him, “uh, yeah. just…trying to get back into shape,” you say, scratching the back of your head with a shy grin. “i’m y/n”

“oh, um… i think so. i used to work out, like, two years ago? but i kind of forgot what i was doing.” you laugh, clearly a little embarrassed, and anton found himself chuckling too.

“don’t worry about it,” anton said, leaning in a little closer. “why don’t we start with something simple? i’ll spot you.”

they moved to the bench press, anton demonstrating the proper grip and form as you listened intently. anton couldn't help but notice the way your eyes lingered, just a little too long, whenever he showed you a move. you would look and keep eye contact but it would wander to view the visible muscles you can see on anton’s arms. every time he reached in to help adjust your grip or stance, he noticed a brief flicker in your gaze, almost like he was wondering if the proximity was intentional. anton found himself leaning in just a touch closer each time.

as they finished up, anton noticed that you seemed more relaxed, even playful. you lightly punched anton's shoulder as they headed to the water fountain, giving him a grin. “thanks, man. i feel like i’m getting my gym routine back”

“no problem,” anton replied, feeling a heat rise as your eyes met his, this time lingering. "you know, i don’t mind helping out… if you need someone to keep you motivated.”

you pause, then smile, his eyes narrowing slightly with a glint of interest. you found anton attractive, plus it was a gym buddy that could help you get in shape, “how about tomorrow, same time?”

“deal.” anton’s heart raced as they exchanged numbers, both a little reluctant to say goodbye.

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the next morning, anton is already warmed up and stretching, tired due to having practices after his session yesterday, when he spots a familiar face coming in. today, your hoodie is swapped for a fitted t-shirt, showing more of your lean frame. anton can’t help but notice, a small blush playing on his face along with a smirk. you seems a little more confident, giving anton a nod and a smile as he heads over.

there was a change of focus today, instead of looking to work on arms, it was a day for the legs. anton guided you to the part where you squat with weights to improve your legs. trying nudge you to push yourself, anton adds more weights than you normally do so that he can spot you but as he does so you notice his eyes wandering up and down, smirk and all.

as they go through their workout, the tension between them feels more palpable than ever. you guys are talking and joking, but the physical closeness during spotting, the occasional brush of hands, and lingering eye contact hint at something more.

anton was almost certain you were flexing your muscles a bit when you caught anton watching, and anton found himself lingering longer than he usually would when spotting him.

after a few exercises, they move to the bench press again. you lay down, and anton stepped into position to spot him, standing right above him. their eyes met, and for a second, neither of them said anything. your eyes wander to his lower half before looking away and coughing hoping he didn’t notice. you start breathing a little heavier than you should have been, your gaze locked on anton’s, and the air felt thick.

anton finally broke the silence, his voice low. “you’ve got this. focus on your breathing.”

but you weren’t focused on your breathing. you barely even heard the words as anton leaned closer, hands hovering over yours, fingers just inches from touching. you could feel the heat radiating from him, and you couldn’t resist any longer. as you sit up after his last rep, you decide to stay close, closer than necessary, your knee brushing against anton’s leg.

finally, as they’re finishing up, they take a moment to rest on one of the benches near the locker rooms. you lean back, catching your breath, and give anton a sly look.

“you make this a lot more fun than i expected,” you say, your eyes glinting. “not sure i’d be so motivated without you.”

anton chuckles, feeling bold. “maybe we should work on some, uh, cool-down stretches together,” he suggests, half-joking but hoping his fellow gym goer catches the hint.

“maybe i should… uh, grab a shower after this,” you say, his voice barely a whisper. “you wanna join me?” you joke playfully.

anton didn’t hesitate. he made his way to the locker room, the silence charged with anticipation. the sound of water echoed through the empty space as he stripped off his sweaty top.

you immediately blush, and he could see your reaction. now you remain at a loss of words at the sight of anton’s body. fuck… it wasn’t the most built but he had some meat and muscle. “a-anton… i was joking” you try clear up, trying to drag him out of the locker rooms.

“well, i’m going to pretend that you weren’t” anton says, almost with a different, more teasing, energy. he tries to close the gap between them, enjoying the squirming you do when he does so.

he pushed you down on to a bench, “you don’t think i never saw you staring right?” he said playfully. his arms placed on both of your shoulders keeping you still.

your eyes widen, feeling the weight of anton makes you squirm slightly. you remain quiet, not able to form a sentence coherently in the current situation you are in.

anton kept that sly ass smirk, “why don’t you take this off?” he teases, playing with the hem of your shirt.

he was really pushing your buttons now. but you know that there was no one else in the gym because it was so early so…

fuck it.

(smut starts here)

you knew what anton was implying so you decided to catch him off guard and make the first move. you quickly close the gap between the two of you, lips colliding. your lips parted along with antons, and like that, the tension finally snaps.

their kiss was slow at first, you wanted it to be careful of course, but anton quickly takes control and it becomes more intense, fuled with the excitement building up throughout the days.

your hands find themselves on anton’s chest, fingers tracing the ridges and lines of his muscles, long with squeezing his pecs, feeling it out, almost as if you are trying to memorize them. anton’s hands find their way down to your waist, enjoying how their bodies fit perfectly.

you break the kiss to catch your breath, looking rugged and already worked up. anton sees you like this and brings back the smug smirk, with a hint of desire behind it, “you look so fucking cute right now,” he says, ruffling you rough hair while staring into your half-lidded eyes.

your usual shyness was softened by the confidence that had come from finally breaking the tension, you resch up, hand sliding to the back oh anton’s neck, and pulls him in for another kiss, slower this time to savor the moment.

anton’s hands move from over the fabric, to the shin of your waist, show removing your shirt to see your body for himself. “yknow,” anton says, running a finger along your jawline, “i don’t normally do this with gym buddies”

you undo the belt buckle to signal that your waiting for from anton, “nice to know im special” you let his pants drop seeing a bulge in his underwear. “someone wants to say hello,” kai says playfully.

anton’s smirk looks like it’s derived from something primal, “in the gym space? you’re something else” he says, giving a quick search of anyone else before pulling out his cock.

it was something else, nothing too big, but something that definitly match his body. you guys switch positions, anton sitting on the bench and you on the floor on your knees, appreciating the sight in front of you. your gaze didn’t last too long as you quickly took the head in.

his legs spread further, giving you easier access to what you want. “god… fuck…” it’s been forever since anton was able to do something like this as he is an idol. but since it was at a time where no one was around it was almost perfect for anton.

you take it deeper and deeper, bobbing up and down, keeping a steady, not so fast, pace before you feel a force from the back of your head. it was anton’s hand, pushing down further and faster. you start to gag, it was too much for you, but anton liked that. some tears started to stream and everything was getting dizzy from the lack of oxygen

“yeah, you like that?” he says with a smirk, lifting his hand from you neck to let you catch your breath. you soon pop off your motch fron his dick, heavily breathing as your vision started to get blurry.

without letting you recover, anton picks you up and places you on the bench, stripping your bottom half while doing so. now that both of you are without clothes, anton can give you some attention.

his hand runs along your thighs, eventually reaching your shaft, nice and hard. “mind if i play with this?” he asks. you give him a nod, still catching your breath.

he takes it and starts stroking it, making you react with whimpering and squirming. it was the feeling of recovery and that sumg ass smirk he kept on his face as he looks you down as he strokes you.

some moans started to leave your mouth as he stroked faster and faster, “a-anton… t-thats too much…”

“c’mon, you dont have to call me anton, what about toni? my friends call me that sometimes,” he teases you verbally, while also teasing you physically, slowing his pace on your shaft.

“t-toni…” you whimper, “i think we shouldn-“ you say before you get cut off by anton’s sneaky lips.

“that’s enough,” he says, letting go of your shaft, making you needy as he leaves you with no stimulation. you sit there, looking like an absolute mess on one of the workout benches and anton takes a step back to admire how you look.

he then spreads your legs which makes you react with surprise, “w-wait,” you retort but before you could say anymore you feel antons cock enter you.

you thought he would start off slow but it was the opposite, thrusting into you with what seemed like no other thoughts. it was probably because of how you looked like how messed up he made you already.

it was so big inside you, hitting your prostate everytime, making you a moaning mess. it was good, making your eyes roll up and back arch for better angles.

he enjoyed the warmth inside you, after being a trainee he hasn’t been able to have anything like this so his body reactes well to your warmth and tightness.

though you guys were making lots of noise you were able to hear the chime that happens when the front door opens. panicked, anton picks you up,dick still in you, and brings you to the shower room.

you’re able to hear a voice, “anton are you here? manager’s looking for you,” you arent able to distingust the voice but anton can, it was eunseok, one of his hyungs he goes to the gym with.

anton likes the sense of thrill that comes from the situation happening right now, he puts you on a shelf and smirks, hoping you get the message with whats going to happen.

he turns on the shower to cause some noise in the bathroom before starting to thrust into you again, softer this time but more calculated to a reaction from you. and it definitely did. you closed your eyes, trying to focus on the sensation. you opened your mouth to make a noise but anton covered it with his hand, “can’t have the other person know what’s happening can we?” he whispers playfully. he liked seeing you like this, recuded to a mes because of him, yet not able to express it.

“yeah eunseok, i’m just showering,” he replied, sounding normal. in reality he looked as rough and sweatt as ever.

“well, hurry up, you have an early schedule today” eunseok reminded before the same chime played, indicating he left.

anton finally lets go of your mouth, letting your whimpers and moans out only to be silenced again by his mouth meeting yours.

“god damn, just hearing you makes me wanna cum,” anton groans, head tilting back.

“y-you should…” you manage to get out between the noises he makes you make.

just by hearing that anton’s pace quickens, “fuck, you asked for it,” he says, riding his climax out, letting his fluids leak into you. he knows you’re close but haven’t came yet so he tries to put all his attention to you.

anton keeps his semi hard cock in you, slow pace just to let you enjoy, practiaclly for cockwarming. he knows you can’t cum with just him moving slowly so he grasps your shaft and starts stroking it while also putting attention to your nipples with his mouth.

anton takes his mouth off for a moment “you like that? my cock in you while you’re a moaning mess?” anton teases,

if your were moaning before, you’re fucking crying from pleasure now. it was so much happening and anton knew what he was doing to you.

he takes your hand and places it in his own pecs and lets your feel him out. as you feel everything happen all at the same time it’s only inevitable that you would reach your climax.

“toni..!” you moan the other man’s name loudly, “i-i’m gonna cum!” you scream.

you feel a large sense of euphoria while white stings of cum come out of your cock, landing on anton’s and your chest and abs. anton finally takes out his cock from your ass.

“f-fuck,” you say, recovering from the high dooamine sensation.

“let’s get you cleaned up,” he says as you both clean up from the sensual encounter you guys had. anton lets you shower but he doesn’t because he’s in a hurry as eubseok was waiting for him.

you guys both leave the locker room and you finally get to see the face of the mysterious voice. you bow to eunseok before saying bye to anton.

“why are your workout clothes on the bench?” eunseok questions while they both exit.

“oh erm,” anton stutters, trying to come up with an excuse, “i was just really sweaty,” he replies, obviously lying

“and why is your hair dry? i thought you just showered?” eunseok questioned further,

and just like that, anton knew he was fucked.

[deathofpeaceofmiiind]

illicit affairs | ten

*Ellie’s POV* I think I still love you… I stared at my phone, my hands were shaking as I realized what I just said to Noah. As much as I didn’t want to admit that I still loved him, I had to stop lying to myself. Seeing him today, smelling his cologne and him holding me just solidified it. I waited to see if he was going respond to what I said, but nothing. He was probably in a dead zone on the highway. My breath hitched as I walked back into the living room, realizing Matt and I were going to be over before we even started.

“You okay?” Matt asked me as I sat near him, but not close enough for him to touch me.   “Yeah, it’s just been a long day.” I lied, avoiding his stare. My phone buzzed in my pocket, causing my face to get hot. As soon as a saw Noah’s name on my screen, I shifted in my seat causing Matt to send me a puzzling look. “I’m sorry, Tyler just texted me…I forgot to give him Liam’s backpack for daycare.” “Oh, okay.” He replied as he watched me get up and frantically put my shoes on. “Do you want me to come with you?” “No, I won’t be long.” I said, grabbing Liam’s backpack and my keys at the door. I felt bad for lying to him, because Liam already had his own backpack at Tyler’s. “Just make yourself comfortable. We can order food when I get home.” I slammed my door shut and walked towards the elevator, hitting the button to the parkade over and over. I looked at my phone again and my heart raced looking at Noah’s text asking me to FaceTime him. I got into my car and peeled out of the parking lot, not sure what direction I was going. I’m still not sure what was coming over me to talk to him so desperately, but maybe my heart knew more than I did. I pulled into a grocery store parking lot, did a double take in the mirror before I facetimed him, applying lip gloss as I waited for him to answer me. “Hey…” I felt my eyes sting with tears as his face appeared on my screen. He was sitting outside somewhere with his AirPods in, his hair was disheveled and he just looked so adorable to me.

“Hi.” Was all I managed to get out. “Where are you?” “Uh, somewhere near Portland I think?” He replied as he looked around. “We just stopped for food and some fresh air.” “I haven’t been to Portland in forever…” I trailed off, almost wanting to get to the point. “Noah we should -“ “I know.” He cut in. “I’m sorry about this morning. I was trying to not be selfish because I want you to be happy, but I’m gonna be selfish now. I want us to work things out, Ellie. I just want you to think about giving us another chance, I don’t think our story is over…I don’t want to be.” My hand clasped over my mouth as I absorbed his words. I took a deep breath as more unexpected words fell past my lips, “maybe we should talk about this in person? I can fly down in a couple days or -” “I’ll come see you…when does he leave?” Noah asked, not keeping his eyes off me. “Tomorrow morning.” “I’ll be there tomorrow night then.”

He hung up and I sat in silence for a few minutes as I mulled over what he said to me. Was I really going to let him back in my life this easy? I think a part of me just needed to hear him out and maybe we could have a mature conversation about this. My head hit the back of my seat, trying to get rid of these mixed feelings. 

“Hey, I’m back.”

I threw my keys onto the kitchen counter and saw Matt hadn’t moved since I left. He was watching a baseball game but didn’t look too interested in it. He turned to me and met me with a soft yet sad smile. My stomach twisted harder in my stomach as the guilt hit me, I needed to tell him the truth. “El, I think we need to talk.” Wait, what?

“I think we do too.” I replied as I sat down beside him. I turned my body towards him so we could look at each other. I really did care about him, I did. We had good chemistry and the one time we had sex it was amazing... but was it enough? It also wasn't fair to string him along when I’m clearly still in love with one of his best friends. 

“You know how I mentioned if things got weird we could stop?” I nodded to let him continue. “I personally feel weird standing between you and Noah. I know I’ve had some choice words about him and how he treated you, but…I saw the way you two looked at each other today. I’d hate to be the one to ruin you two getting a second chance.” “Wow, Matt. I don’t know what to say.” I swallowed a lump in my throat. “I don’t know what’s going to happen between me and him, but I know I’ll regret not giving it another shot. I’m just sorry I dragged you into this, and gave you false hope.” “You didn’t. I found an opportunity to have a chance with you, but it wasn't meant to be. Truthfully, I love you enough to let you go.” He whispered, bringing his hand up to my face and wiping the one tear that escaped. “I’m not going to be bitter about it. I still want us to be friends the way we were before.” “I want that too.” I trembled as more tears poured out of me. Matt scooted closer to me and took me in his arms. My eyes closed as my head fell on his chest. “I’m not going anywhere.” He replied, pulling me closer to him. “I’d wait forever for you, don’t forget that.” I lifted my head to look at him but my tears were blinding my vision of his face. He brushed my chin before pressing his mouth onto mine gently. I wanted to protest but I fell right into the kiss. He laid me down on the couch as the kiss deepened. My hands were tangled in his hair while his body pressed harder onto me. As we broke apart, I saw a side of him I never thought I’d see. His eyes were glistening with tears and one of them landed on my cheek, causing my heart to take another fatal blow. “One last time?” “I don’t -” “This feels like the perfect way to say goodbye...”

[eversncenewyork]

FINALLY

[harryhoney-bee]

i really liked the idea of y/n starting to speak russian during the fight! it will be great!!

Idiot - Russian!reader

Summary: Harry and y/n get into a fight and Harry finds a way to make amends.

Word count: 1.1k

A/n: Bestie I'm so sorry I took this to write your request!! I'm a Brazilian gal so I'm sorry if the Russian doesn't make sense, please let me know about any mistakes

..

Harry and Y/n were a very petty couple when they were angry at each other, their fight could last for days because none one of them would give in. Harry was very arrogant to say sorry, and Y/n had a hard time opening up and confessing when she was in the wrong.

Right now they were having a pretty heated argument because Harry was at home while Y/n was at a restaurant waiting for him. What happened was that Harry had completely forgotten about their date, unlike Y/n, who left her work to go straight to the restaurant. The man got caught up in the making of his new song and didn't take any of Y/n’s calls, after 1 hour of waiting she decided to go home, hoping Harry was there.

When she stepped her foot into the living room she felt anger rather than relief, since they hadn't talked the whole afternoon because of Harry’s work. He was sitting down, writing on his notebook when she snapped at him, making the man scared, considering he didn’t hear her coming in.

“Really, Harry? I’ve called you 7 times, sent a million messages just to find you here?” She said angrily, taking her shoes off and putting them on the side of the door. “I had to get an uber because my boyfriend forgot about our date and also happened to forget to show a sign of life.”

He looked at her surprised, putting his notebook down. “Fuck, I thought we were having dinner tomorrow!” He got up from the couch, a remorseful expression on his face. “I’m so sorry, love. I had my phone on airplane mode.”

She rolled her eyes at him, walking to their bathroom with him close behind. “It's whatever, It’s not like this happened many times before.”

He was fast to notice the sarcasm in her voice, knowing well that she didn’t forget the two other times he forgot about his date with her. “Baby, please, let me apologize, c’mon.”

“I don’t want your apologies, Harry, I want you to start caring.” She went to their walk-in closet to change from her dress - her favorite dress - to her pajamas, Harry was at the door, staring her body up and down, but he didn’t say a thing about her matching lingerie.

“I care about you, Солнышко (little sun),” he says, carefully walking in her direction until his chest was touching her back.

She rolled her eyes at the pet name she taught him. Harry knew very well how soft pet names made her, especially ones in her native language, but that wouldn’t work now, because she was pissed. “You need to start caring more, тупой (idiot).” Y/n got off his hold, heading to the bed.

“Hm, what does that mean? Forget it, I don’t think I want to know,” Harry said, sitting by her side as she laid on the soft blankets, ignoring him as she scrolled on her phone.

“Yeah, you don’t,” she said coldly.

He placed a warm hand on her thigh. “I’m truly sorry, my love.”

Y/n took his hand from her thigh, not saying a word, hoping he would understand she wanted to be alone. The girl looked for her AirPods on their bedside table, putting them in her ears and turning on her music, completely ignoring Harry’s presence.

Harry sighed, deciding to leave the room. He was feeling guilty, he really forgot about the date, sometimes he would get so caught up with the lyrics and melodies that he wouldn’t even notice the time passing by.

Well, now it was too late to feel guilty, he needed to make it up for his mistake.

..

Y/n was enjoying her time on TikTok, still feeling hurt by Harry’s action. It had been 2 hours since they spoke for the last time, and the man hadn't tried to talk to her again. Smart move, because she would probably throw pillows at him until he couldn’t walk.

She wasn’t wearing her AirPods anymore, which made her hear the soft knock on the door. She stared at it, waiting for Harry to appear, but he didn’t, instead, a piece of paper passed through the crack in between the door and the floor. Y/n got up from the bed, feeling confused, she picked up the paper, reading the message written in very sloppy Russian handwriting.

Я знаю, что напортачил, вы позволите мне это исправить? Иди на кухню, у меня для тебя сюрприз.

с любовью, Гарри.

Ps .: Я скучал по тебе весь день

(I know I messed up, will you let me fix it? Come to the kitchen, I have a surprise for you.

with love, Harry.

Ps.: I missed you the whole afternoon)

Y/n was still mad, but she couldn’t help but laugh at the paper in her hands, it was very clear he had used google translate. Even though she was trying to teach Harry Russian, it was still a pretty hard language to learn, but she needed to give him points for trying.

She spent some time thinking if she should see what this surprise was. If it was any other day with any other fight she wouldn’t go, but she was rather curious to know what Harry had planned. Y/n carefully made her way to the kitchen, where she found their dinner table filled with food and small candles burning in the middle of it, they were scented candles, she could tell by the smell of lavender filling the room.

Harry was organizing the dishes, very familiar dishes. She recognized they were all Russian food, food she hadn't seen since the last time she went to her home country to introduce Harry to her family.

The man didn’t notice she was standing there, so he was quite surprised when he heard her excited voice. “Harry! Is this Медовик?” she said, pointing at the honey cake right in front of him.

Harry looked at her surprised, happy to see her after spending the whole afternoon apart. “You came here!” He said cheerfully to the girl, who was staring at the amount of sweets on the table. “Do you like it? I found a confectionery that made Russian sweets, and since I was a dick earlier, I decided to make our own date night.” He was a bit nervous, scared that she would reject his date, but she didn’t, instead, she wrapped her arms around his body.

He hugged her back, kissing her head and filling as if a weight was lifted from his shoulders. “Don’t you think I’m completely forgiving you, though,” she told him against his chest. “If you ever forget our date again I won’t ever talk to you, and I mean it.” Harry knew she was serious, but he also knew that he would never forget any more dates with her ever again.

“I’m sorry, I was an idiot, or how do you say? A тупой?”

“Yeah, you are a тупой, can’t deny that.”

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[fbfh]

I think you've horribly misread the situation [shitty roommate pt 2] - leo x reader

wc: 2.3k

genre: contemporary drama, you're definitly going to get second hand embarrassment, cozy fluff

pairing: leo x reader, attempted isabella x leo

reader: gender neutral, they/them

requested: hell yeah

warnings: mild swearing, roommate tries to steal your man once again, mentions of various mainstream vampire media (twilight, the vampire diaries etc.), brief mention of castlevania (even though i haven't seen it yet lol), breif mention of videogames and assassins creed, very mild delusion (roommate is secretly convinced leo is a vampire that's in love with her), attempted age gap relationship (she's 17 and leo's 19, he shuts that down real fast), very bad poetry

summary: You and Leo are both looking foward to spending a long weekend together, and Leo is determined not to let anything interrupt it, even if it means turning down your roommate's attempts to seduce him in the kitchen.

a/n: absolutley no hate or shade or judgement to anyone who has the same or similar traits as isabella!!!!!! at her core she's annoying because she's the antagonist, not bc of any isolated trait or traits

also she's shitty cause she keeps trying to steal your boyfriend?????

Edit: I forgot to mention before, but this is a college au where you're both still demigods, so you went to camp and on quests and stuff together

This weekend is going to be all about recharging. Recharging from the ridiculous back to back closing and opening shifts at work, recharging from having to redo that stupid project twice because your professor couldn’t decide on a clear way to define the criteria, and recharging from Isabella having her townie friend Regan over almost non stop to “completely shake up her look” as she put it.

Between the constant presence of someone you’d barely consider an acquaintance and Big Time Rush’s self titled album blasting on repeat out of her giant airpod shaped speaker, it’s been harder than usual to get in some effective self care. You have no idea how many more times you can hear the phrase “I’m going for Jade West meets Elena Gilbert, with just a little Buffy Summers” before you lose your fucking mind.

Thankfully, the hard part is almost over. There’s some minor holiday tomorrow on friday, so you and Leo both have a three day weekend ahead of you, which you intend to spend entirely together. You planned ahead, frontloading homework, chores, errands, and everything you could think of to remove anything that isn’t cuddling or playing video games and watching netflix together from your horizon.

This includes going straight from work to the grocery store to stock the fridge and get any snacks you and Leo want. You had texted him a while ago asking for anything he was craving, and head into the store with a concrete list. After a while, you circle around some aisles, avoiding the check out.

“I feel like I’m forgetting something,” you muse, knowing it’s untrue, but hoping to trigger a memory anyway. You can’t put it off any longer, finally checking out and heading back to your apartment. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t avoiding Isabella just a little.

You know bringing in all these groceries would be way easier with Isabella and possibly Regan’s help, but you just don’t have the social energy to talk to anyone, much less her, right now. By some miracle, you bring everything in yourself, and hope to get it put away before you see Isabella.

You turn to the freezer, putting away the ice cream. When you turn back around, you’re suddenly met face to face with Isabella, who has opened one of the boxes and is picking at a pastry.

“Hey girlie,” she says, elongating the hey.

“Hey,” you reply lethargically, putting the last of the groceries away. She looks at the pastry in her hand like she’s just noticing it.

“Sorry, I can’t help it, I’m italian.” She smiles, endeared by her own behavior. You have no idea what being italian has to do with asking before you open a box of your roommate’s food, but this really isn’t out of character for her. She brings up the fact that she’s half italian more than Lele Pons blames her behavior on being latina.

She’s wearing sweatpants that say chaser on the leg in red and gold varsity font, and a tight tee shirt that says “it’s okay to love them both” with silhouettes of the male love interests from one of the vampire shows she always watches. You collect the plastic bags to put in recycling, and see a piece of paper on the counter.

It reads as follows:

Drowning in my mind

No one hears me cry

Who was I before society

Before society put me in a pink dress

And handed me blonde hair dye

And told me to lose ten pounds or be labeled a freak?

The happiest people cry the most

Let the lyrics be your story

But I’m not like the other skinny blonde pretty girls

I’m

Different

-b.g. xox

You hold back a sigh.

“I think this is yours.” you say, handing it to her.

“Oh, it’s just some of my poetry I left lying around, that’s so embarrassing.”

I know, you think, you do that all the time.

“Did you read it?” She asks, hopefully.

“Nope.”

“Thank god, that would have been so embarrassing. My poetry is something really… deep, and personal to me.”

“Uh huh. Hey, I’m going to be doing a lot of self care this weekend, so-”

“Oh!” she interjects, eerily similar to Phoebe Buffay - you guess she’s been watching friends again - “I wanted to ask… is Leo coming over later?” Her voice is riddled with subtext, the expression on her face a little too invested in your answer.

“Uh, yeah. I told you the other day we’re spending the weekend together…”

She cuts you off again, a sudden, intense look on her face.

“When will he be here?”

You check your phone, scrolling through your recent texts.

“By 7 at the latest.” It’s around 6:40 now.

“Oh my god, I have to change,” she rushes back to her room, presumably digging through her recent additions to her closet.

You’re frozen for a minute after the interaction, left with a furrowed brow and the beginnings of a headache. You blink, then choose to reschedule processing why she feels the need to change for your boyfriend to a more convenient time. That’s enough of that for today. You don’t care what else happens, you’re not talking to anyone besides Leo for at least the rest of the day. You retreat to your room to finally shower and change into something comfy. As you pass by Isabella’s room, you hear her talking to Regan.

“...There’s something almost… supernatural about him.”

You bite back a laugh.

“Do you think he’s a…” Regan begins, ending the sentence with something too quiet to hear, but you’d bet almost any organ she said vampire.

So close. So, so close, and yet… here you are.

Not much later, Leo texts you to let you know he’s here. You read his text, and run out to hug him in the living room before even typing a reply. He picks you up, and spins you around. The embrace is warm and fulfilling and familiar, and you wish it would last forever.

“Hi, Sparky.” you murmur into his neck.

“Estrella…” he says, rocking you back and forth gently and pressing a kiss into your jawline, “I missed you so much.” He punctuates the sentence with another kiss, this one to your lips, and you smile more genuinely than you have all day. You’re about to agree when you remember the good news you’ve been saving to tell him in person.

“Guess what I got on sale for like, half off,” you start, excitedly, continuing at his invested expression, “the Assassin’s Creed bundle I showed you!”

“No way,” he starts, and you nod.

“I’ll go get everything set up, drinks are in the kitchen!” He watches you retreat into your room, disbelieving how he could possibly get someone as perfect as you to fall for him. He’s not going to question his luck. He grabs a couple caffeinated sparkling ices, and meets you in your room, setting down his bag and grabbing some comfy clothes to change into.

As you both get settled in, you fill each other in on all the ridiculous shit you’ve been through this week. You finally conclude the bizarre - yet somehow standard - Isabella escapades.

“So I will be avoiding all contact as much as possible,” you laugh.

“Yeah, no shit,” he agrees, “Consider me your human buffer.” You thank him, hugging him again and pressing a kiss to his lips.

The next couple hours are spent cuddling and finishing season 4 of Castlevania. Both reeling from the season finale, you agree this is a good place to take a break, get some food, and decide what game you should start with. It’s already 10pm, which most people would consider too late for dinner, but you have all weekend to fuck up your sleep schedules.

“Let’s review,” Isabella says, holding up two red lipsticks. She turns to Regan. “Which one?”

“That one,” Regan says, pointing to the one on the left, then turns to her list, and continues. “Here’s what we know; we’ve never seen him eat, and he never seems tired. He’s really smart-”

“Almost too smart,” Isabella adds, selecting black rose dangle earrings from her jewelry. Regan agrees, and continues.

“He’s almost hypnotically attractive, and his smile is a little too dazzling.”

“There’s something… supernatural about him. Like he’s not… all human.”

Regan writes this down.

“Plus he’s always wearing black and red, and those flowy button up shirts? It’s all adding up, Ree. That dream that someone was outside my window, the ring, everything…” She says, referencing the black and red cocktail ring she’d found with her stuff when she’d first moved, “I’m not saying it’s definite, just that… there’s a chance.”

“What about…” Regan says hesitantly, nodding toward your room.

“Please,” she scoffs, “he’s only with them to get close to me, like Damon and Caroline. Edward couldn’t have just approached Bella out of the blue, he had to infiltrate her friend group first, to seem less suspicious. Not to sound mean or anything, but they really don’t seem like the type someone… like him… would choose.” her voice gets dreamy when she mentions him.

In spite of having seen most mainstream vampire media almost as many times as Isabella, Regan still considers her the expert on these things, and decides not to point out that Edward didn’t infiltrate Bella’s friend group. Maybe it comes up in one of the retellings she hasn’t read yet.

“So, what now?”

Isabella sets down her lipstick, and turns to her friend.

“I tell him.”

Regan’s eyes widen.

“You’re going to tell him you know?”

“No… not yet. It’s too soon, we don’t have enough evidence. I’m going to tell him I know he’s in love with me, then once he’s secure in our relationship... we’ll see where it goes.”

She stands up, assessing herself in the mirror. She chose her outfit carefully; short red dress with black roses and black mesh collar, black rose bracelet to match her earrings, snug faux leather jacket, and black stiletto ankle booties with a very skinny heel, the zipper on the outside gold, not silver. She fluffs her wavy hair and turns towards the door. She looks back one more time, holding onto the doorway.

“Wish me luck.”

Leo enters the kitchen, seeing Isabella already there, leaning against the counter seductively. She’s wearing an outfit and jewelry this late at night that makes Leo wonder if she’s going to an emo tea party. He puts the takeout in the microwave. She’s still staring at him.

“Uh… hey.”

She lets out a dainty giggle, looking him up and down.

“... Hi.”

At a loss for words, and really wanting the awkward silence to be over, he continues, “Did you need something?”

“What I need,” she walks closer to him, tracing her finger over his collar, “is you.”

What the fuck?

His brain seems to stall for a moment, and she uses this opportunity to continue.

“I know why you’re here. I know that you’re only using them to get closer to me. I know-”

“Woah-”

“That you’re in love with me.”

Okay, double what the fuck.

She takes his stunned silence as shyness, and steps closer, putting her arms around his shoulders.

“You don’t need to play so coy, I-”

This time she’s the one that gets cut off. He grabs her arms and gently steps away, trying to make it abundantly clear that he’s not into this.

“Woah, okay, slow down. First of all, you’re 17 and I’m turning 20 in a couple months, so that’s a hard no. Second, I don’t know where you got this idea, but I am not dating them to get closer to you. We’ve known each other since we were like, 15, and have been through everything together. I’ve only known you for a couple months. I love them. Probably more than I’ve loved anything ever. I thought that was pretty obvious.”

He doesn’t want to be mean, he really doesn’t, but he can tell from the look on her face that she still thinks this is all part of some game.

“So why don’t I ever see you eat? Why are you so smart, and always up at night? I know what you are.”

He has to physically hold back a laugh. He takes a step back, and places his hands on the counter.

“Isabella, I have adhd. And I’m literally an engineering student. Why wouldn’t I be smart and have a shitty sleep schedule?”

She starts to protest, and he pulls out the reheated take out from the microwave.

“And for the record, I do eat.”

Exiting the kitchen quickly and retreating back to your room, he hands you your food.

“I got the game set up!” you say excitedly.

“Nice!”

You take one look at his face and can tell something happened. He sees this, and continues.

“I just had a very… interesting interaction with Isabella,” before he finishes the sentence, your head is already in your hands. You let out a groan.

“What did she do?” you mutter from behind your hands.

He pulls you into his lap, rubbing your back.

“I’m not totally sure,” you laugh, “but I think she thinks I’m secretly in love with her…” you’re both laughing before he can even finish the sentence.

“No…” you laugh, “no fucking way…”

“Believe me, I put an end to that as soon as it started.”

“Oh, I do.”

He runs his hand over your back, and you’re quiet for a moment.

“You know,” he continues, “I think getting our own place has definitely moved up the priority list.”

You couldn’t agree more.

[viastro]

third of december | joshua hong

ミ★ synopsis: i still remember, third of december. me in your sweater, you said it looked better on me than it did you. OR: in which joshua gives you his sweater on the first snowfall of the year.

ミ★ genre: slice of life!au, uni!au, fluff, some humor

ミ★ warnings: none

ミ★ word count: 2,922

ミ★ pairings: joshua hong x gender neutral reader

ミ★ notes: hi guys! in honor of it being the third of december, i decided to write this oneshot based off of that line in conan gray’s song - heather. i made this a joshua oneshot because i felt bad... for the wonwoo one... so this hopefully makes up for it :D i also love joshua’s platinum hair. i love him. i hope he’s doing well. as always, make sure to give joshua lots of love! i hope you guys like this one even tho it’s kinda short and i just wrote this in the span of an hour !

It’s cold, you think to yourself as you walk to the next building that holds your class on campus. Rubbing the goosebumps raising on your arms, you glance around at your surroundings as music floods through your Airpods. You let out a sigh to see if you can see your breath, and you purse your lips when it condensates before your eyes. 

I should’ve brought an extra jacket, you curse quietly, only to stop when you hear a beautiful laugh resonate through the small crowd of people heading to their next class. Your head perks up, and you look across campus to see a bright head of platinum hair walking in your direction as he talks to his friend. Your heart twirls in your chest when he turns his head, and you find that his beautiful laugh matches his gorgeous facial features. 

Immediately you look down at the ground and try to walk faster towards your class, feeling awkward as you were basically just gawking at his beauty. Your face feels warm, but your hands are cold as you walk in the mid-November weather. 

You hear his voice as he gets closer, but you continue to stare down at the cobblestone as you walk. You find that his voice is incredibly pleasant as well, and you wonder how a human being can be so beautiful, causing the thoughts of the coldness of your hands to come to a halt. 

“Are you sure you wanna work on the melody? I can work on it if you want.” Joshua offers as the two head towards the direction of the cafe. Jeonghan rolls his eyes, having heard this five times in the span of the two hour lecture they just got out of. 

“Joshua, I already told you that if you really wanna make the melody then you can do it. I don’t mind writing lyrics.” Jeonghan replies with a grin, and Joshua lets out an apologetic smile. “Sorry Hannie, I just hate writing lyrics.” 

“I know Joshua, but sometimes you need to practice...” Joshua tunes out the rest of Jeonghan’s lecture when he turns his head to look forward, only to pause when he lays eyes on you. Time comes to a slow when he sees you glance up from the ground for a moment, and his heart fills with warmth even in this cold November weather. 

He stops and turns his head in your direction when you walk past him, watching as you shrink within the crowd as you most likely head to your next class. Jeonghan chuckles when he follows Joshua’s line of sight, knowing that his best friend has just developed a crush. With this newfound knowledge, he nudges Joshua’s shoulder, causing the blonde to snap out of his trance. 

“You good?” 

“Do you know who they are?” Joshua asks in a quiet voice, and Jeonghan turns his head, seeing that you’re no longer in sight. He shrugs, “I’ve never spoken to them.” 

Joshua nods his head, looking obviously disappointed as they turn back towards the direction of the cafe. Jeonghan chuckles, patting Joshua’s shoulder after a moment of his friend staying quiet. Joshua glances at the brunette, and he watches as a grin etches itself onto his face. “Since they were heading in that direction today, it’s most likely that our paths will cross with theirs on Thursdays. You’ll see them next week.” 

Joshua lets out a smile after a moment, and nods his head, now feeling excited to see you in a week. Jeonghan rolls his eyes, wrapping his arm around Joshua’s shoulders as they get closer to the cafe. 

“You fall in love easily.” Jeonghan tells him, and Joshua purses his lips. He glances up at the cloudy sky, remembering the way your eyes sparkled when you briefly glanced up from the ground. And so he smiles and responds in a soft voice,

“They were pretty.” 

I brought an extra jacket, but I forgot gloves. Fucking gloves, you think as you walk across campus once again. You let out a sigh, watching as your breath condensates before your very eyes once again. Beginning to curse to yourself for forgetting the gloves on your table, you pick up the pace so that you can make it to the warmth of your building quicker. 

That plan comes to an immediate stop when you hear his voice, and you find yourself walking slower to be able to cherish the sound. Glancing up in the direction of his voice, you see him listening attentively as  his friend animatedly speaks to him. You let out a small smile, thinking that he’s rather cute when he smiles. 

You suck in a breath when he turns his head and locks eyes with you when your paths are about to cross. You want nothing more than to look away and act as if he didn’t catch you staring fondly at him, but his catlike eyes have you intrigued. He finally lets out a smile and stops walking when the two of you are right beside each other, and he turns towards you. 

You find yourself doing the same thing, internally screaming to yourself as you wonder how you were able to muster the courage to not run away when he turned to you. The blonde extends his hand in your direction, “Hi, I’m Joshua Hong.” 

Biting the inside of your cheek, you reach out and softly grasp his warm hand with your cold one, giving it a slight shake. “Hi, I’m yln yn.” 

Joshua’s eyebrows furrow slightly when you let go, and he reaches into his jacket pockets. You move to apologize for how cold your hand was, only to stop when he holds out a pair of purple gloves for you. Glancing up at his face, you catch the redness to his nose as he mutters, “It’s cold, make sure to wear these.” 

You let out a small smile, “Are you sure? These are yours, and you barely know me.” You tell him softly, and Joshua chuckles, nodding his head in reassurance. He pushes them in your direction again, and you shyly take them from his grasp. “Thank you.” 

You slide them on, letting out a happy sigh when you feel the warmth of the gloves on your fingers. Joshua smiles, “Want me to walk you to class?” 

“I thought we were gonna go to the caf-” Joshua quickly elbows Jeonghan in the stomach, making the latter double over in pain from the impact. The brunette quietly curses Joshua and his powerful elbows, wondering why the fuck his elbow felt so sharp. 

Your eyes widen slightly in concern at Joshua’s friend, and the blonde waves his hand at you with a grin, obviously one that’s trying to hold back a laugh. “He’s fine.”

“I’m dying.” 

“You’re fine.” 

“Fuck you.” 

Joshua flashes you a smile after patting Jeonghan on the back, and you end up giggling at the whole interaction. You shake your head ‘no’ at his offer, “It’s okay. It’s all the way across campus, and you already gave me these gloves. You’ve done more than enough.” 

Joshua’s heart falls slightly, but he nods his head, respecting your decision. He prepares to say bye, only to stop when you say, “We can hangout some other time, though.” 

He nods his head immediately in agreement, and you giggle at the sight of it. So you nod your head back at him, before waving your hand, “See you later Joshua, make sure to be nice to your friend.” 

Joshua chuckles as he waves back at you, watching as you begin to walk away “I’m always nice.”

“Say that to my two broken ribs.” Jeonghan wheezes from behind you, and you let out a bright smile when you hear the pair begin to squabble. 

You walk towards your class with a happy heart, and warm hands. 

“Did you hear that it’s gonna snow tomorrow?” You glance over towards the blonde, finding him playing with your switch on the floor of your apartment as you do homework on the couch. 

“December 3rd? That’s kinda early in the month.” You tell Joshua right as he lets out a groan for losing in smash bros. You watch as the pretty man shrugs his shoulders, preparing to restart the round, “Can’t believe you’re more concerned that it’s early rather than the fact that we still have to go to classes.” 

“That’s cause I work better when I’m actually in the classroom rather than online classes.” You say, rolling your eyes when Joshua waves his hand away at you. 

“Didn’t a girl slip and fall on the icy ground last year?” Joshua nods aimlessly in response before telling you that she’s still in talks of suing the university. Pursing your lips and nodding your head in agreement for wanting to sue the school, you glance back towards your textbook. 

You and Joshua did end up hanging out some other time. Almost everyday after classes to be exact. Usually it’s you, Jeonghan, and Joshua, but Jeonghan had an evening class to go to today. You weren’t originally going to hangout with Joshua, but he invited himself to your apartment to be able to play with your switch since Jeonghan broke his. 

Jeonghan is still repenting. 

You’ve discovered that not only is Joshua incredibly pretty and has a nice voice, but his personality is beautiful as well. Over the last couple weeks, your crush on him has only developed even further with the time you’ve spent with him. 

The same goes for Joshua, who has found himself thinking of you more often than not. From the fact that your eyes sparkle when you smile at him, to the way you practically inhale two cups of ramen in a span of fifteen minutes. He’s absolutely amazed by you. 

“You wanna order food?” You ask after a few minutes of silence between you, except for the diverse amount of sound effects coming from your TV. Joshua pauses the game and turns towards you with a knowing smile, causing you to let out a laugh. 

“Did you even have to ask?” Joshua responds, and you roll your eyes. 

“Thai food?” He nods his head in agreement, and the two of you settle on what dishes you both want, as well as what you’ll save for Jeonghan. Once that’s figured out, you place the order and receive the wait time of 30-45 minutes. 

“Does this mean you’re gonna take a break from your homework?” Joshua asks after that’s done, and you purse your lips in thought, before nodding your head. 

“I’ll beat your ass in super smash bros.” You tease, and the blonde rolls his eyes fondly at you as you settle down onto the floor beside him. He hands you your other controller, and the two of you begin a competitive round of smash bros. 

During the middle of the round, Joshua sneaks glances at you, watching as you laugh when you accidentally make your character fall off the platform. His eyes sparkle at the way your face brightens when you fight his character, to the pout of your lips as you begin to concentrate. 

Feeling Joshua’s eyes on you for the sixth time, you pause the game and turn to face him with a teasing smile. “Do you think I’m pretty? You keep-” 

You freeze at the close proximity between your faces, and you watch as Joshua’s eyes widen slightly. The two of you stare into each other's eyes for a moment, searching for an answer. To what question? At this moment, you can only think of one. 

are we about to kiss?

Your answer comes to you when his eyes trail down to your lips. Your eyes slowly flutter shut when he leans in slightly, and Joshua ingrains the visual in his mind, finding you the most beautiful thing he’s ever laid eyes on as he slowly leans in. 

bzzz 

The two of you jump apart at the sound of your apartment buzzer, and you quickly reach for your phone, seeing that the food is here. Joshua quickly scrambles up off the floor and walks over to your door without another word, and you rest a hand over your heart, feeling it violently pound against your chest. 

While Joshua’s cheeks are tinged a pretty shade of pink as he grabs the takeout food, wondering if the two of you would’ve actually kissed if you weren’t interrupted by the Thai food. However, it seems that his question won’t be answered as he walks back into your living room with a small smile. 

“Let’s eat.” 

Joshua literally told me it was going to snow and I decided to wear a t-shirt and a jacket? Am I stupid? You begin to genuinely question whether or not you have any brain cells as you walk across campus. The snow begins to fall around you as you head to class, and you quietly curse yourself for being so distracted in the morning to have forgotten the weather. 

The almost kiss keeps replaying in your head. From the moment Jeonghan came to your apartment after class and began to eat with you guys, to the time he and Joshua left to head back to their apartment. This was all you thought about even until this morning, and it’s all you’re thinking about now.

stupid! stupid! stupid! 

Your head perks up when you hear Joshua and Jeonghan laughing, and you find the two dressed warmly as they walk in your direction. Your heart thumps against your chest when Joshua glances up and locks eyes with you, only to internally panic when he immediately frowns. 

oh god, he hates me.

“Yn, I told you it was snowing today. Where’s your sweater?” Joshua asks when him and Jeonghan get closer to you. You bite the inside of your cheek, trying to come up with an answer that doesn’t sound like,

oh, you know Joshua. I was too busy being distracted by the fact that you almost kissed me last night, that i forgot to dress like a human being that DOESN’T wanna get hypothermia. haha. hahahaha. hahahahahahahahaha. Pain. 

“I forgot.” You mutter, feeling embarrassed about your stupidity. Jeonghan snickers at you, thinking the whole ordeal is rather hilarious, and you shoot him a death glare, to which he immediately stops chuckling. 

You turn back towards Joshua when you see him zipping open his backpack, and your eyes widen slightly when he pulls out an extra sweater from his bag. Jeonghan grins to himself, watching as Joshua holds it out in your direction.

“What?” You ask, and Jeonghan lets out a quiet sigh of disappointment at your lack of understanding context clues when it comes to real life scenarios. Joshua shakes the sweater, “Put this on. That jacket won’t help much, you need layers.” 

You bite the inside of your cheek, before handing Jeonghan your bag, and Joshua your jacket. You slip on the sweater over your head, and feel your face fill with warmth when you realize how much larger it is on you rather than Joshua. 

Joshua’s cheeks turn pink at the sight of you wearing his sweater, and he immediately hands you your jacket. You take it from his grasp and slip it on, before taking back your backpack from Jeonghan. You gesture to yourself, “So, what do we think?” 

“Looks better on Joshua-” Jeonghan immediately gets elbowed in the stomach, causing him to double over. Joshua gives you a shy smile, and you bite back a laugh. 

“You look pretty.” Joshua tells you softly, taking note of the way the snowflakes rest on your head, and the held back laughter goes away as you feel yourself growing more shy at the fondness in his voice. You look down at the ground, coughing into your shoulder as you prepare to leave to head towards your building once again.

“Thank you for the sweater, Joshua. I’ll see you and Jeonghan after class.” You tell him, and you wave at the doubled over Jeonghan, before turning to go to class. You pause when you feel a hand softly grasp your wrist, and you turn around to see Joshua right behind you. Raising an eyebrow you ask, “What?” 

Joshua doesn’t respond, instead biting the inside of his cheek nervously as he stares at you. You move to ask what’s wrong, only to be stopped when he leans in and presses a quick kiss to your lips. “I’ll see you later, yn.”

And with that, Joshua immediately turns around and walks away, ignoring Jeonghan’s teasing from behind him as he follows after the blonde. Warmth floods your senses, and you slowly raise a hand up to your lips, smile slowly breaking itself out onto your face as you watch the blonde disappear. 

You feel warm. 

“You brought that sweater just for yn, didn’t you?” Jeonghan teases as the two walk towards the cafeteria, and Joshua nods his head. 

“I knew they’d forget to dress warmly even though I told them it was gonna snow.” Joshua responds, smiling softly at the way the bright orange complimented your skin beautifully. It was a nice contrast to the white snow surrounding you as it fell from the sky. 

“You just wanted to see them in your clothes.” Jeonghan says with a chuckle, wrapping his arm around Joshua’s shoulders as they push through the doors, feeling warmth flood their bodies. Joshua nods his head, not even denying it as he smiles to himself. 

“They look better in it than I do.”

[renaerys]

Prompt 50. But Berserk & Boomer😔👉👈💕

50. “I thought you left.”

We’re calling this one Unfortunately, She Impressed Him. This is a pair of characters I love with all my heart in any flavor of relationship and can’t wait to write more of in my ongoing multi-chapter fic Trinity House over on AO3.

This fic is part of a prompt challenge that is now closed to new requests, but you can read all the completed submissions here. Reminder that the challenge is to make everything SFW, so we’re getting creative here.

xxx

Boomer was halfway across the deserted lobby of Faust Keating Rogers, LLP when he realized he’d forgotten his keys at his desk. He groaned aloud because it was 8 p.m. and no one was around to hear him because they had all gone home to their families hours ago like normal people. Boomer didn’t have two to three kids and a house in the suburbs, though, and neither did his boss. The three hour lull reserved for dinner, baths, and bedtimes before the evening work-from-home grind offered him no alternative but to power through. He fully planned to grab take out on his way home and enjoy an episode of whatever was on HBOMax before getting back to the tedious work of reviewing the draft prospectus statement his boss had sent him to proof by tomorrow morning.

Except, his keys were forty floors up and he now had to risk running into her again when he’d managed to slip away so neatly. He’d even removed his tie on the elevator ride down, and now he rubbed his exposed neck, flushed with anxiety over what might happen if she saw him and asked him to stick around to finish the work here.

“Nice going, dumbass,” he lamented as he stepped onto the elevator and hit the button for the fortieth floor.

It wasn’t that Boomer disliked his job. In fact, he didn’t mind it at all. It was better than slinging drinks or waiting tables. He had health insurance, a steady paycheck, and a resumé that could proudly display the name of one of the most elite accounting firms in the country. He could pivot his career if he wanted to, as Brick would say. Boomer wasn’t thinking about his next job right now, though. Right now, he was thinking about this one and how his boss was a hard-ass and a workaholic even if she was brilliant, and how there was a one hundred percent chance she would detect him coming back to his desk (which was annoyingly set up right in front of her office so that he could answer her calls, manage her meetings, and deal with whoever passed close enough to her event horizon to get suckered into the latest heinous audit in need of staffing).

There were his traitorous keys sitting on the desk next to the framed picture of his brothers. He glared at them, as if they were a forgotten household item that had developed a supernatural grudge like in those old Japanese folktales he liked to read online. He half expected them to jingle and alert his boss to his presence, just to spite him.

They didn’t, and he slipped them into his pocket as quietly as could be. He released the breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding and took a beat. It was quiet. Most of the offices were dark, save for a few poor souls in the large conference room stuck on the ongoing year-end audit for one of the firm’s most important clients: Unicorn, Inc. His boss’s office was also lit up behind her closed door, but she hadn’t called out to him like she would during the day when he got back from his lunch break hoping for a few minutes to catch up on emails in peace before she dumped more work on him.

This, of course, was odd. The small legion of assistants who had come before Boomer were notorious for their short-term employment working this specific desk. The work was demanding and so was the boss, but there was something else that set her apart from other senior associates in the International Tax Services division, something that seemed to intimidate away any support the higher ups sent her way. Denise a couple desks down had warned Boomer not to bring too many personal effects to the office; chances were he wasn’t going to last long. Boomer had smiled thinly and thanked Denise for her advice, and brought the picture of his brothers in the next morning because he had his pride and Brick told him it was healthy to indulge that once in a while. Brick would certainly know.

So here he was, uncertain. Anxiety over having to sit here for another two hours finishing work and having tepid Doordash delivered pulled him toward the elevator and escape, while that annoying, rare pride demanded he check on his boss and make sure she knew he was here to support her, lest she get the idea that he needed to be fired.

The longer he stood there, indecisive, the greater his curiosity grew. What was she doing in there? It was quiet, even when he strained his Super hearing. He could hear Dean Matheson pouring whiskey a few offices down (that guy had a drinking problem and everyone knew they only kept him around because he had the Unicorn, Inc. account), Adebayo Hansou on a conference call with Dubai that was escalating to profanity, Shelly Kim with her head down and typing away at an Excel spreadsheet like a pro. Their assistants were long gone for the night, but here was Boomer, loitering and indecisive and what is she doing in there not yelling at me when she definitely knows I’m here?

He couldn’t take it anymore. He knocked on the closed door—rap, rap, rap—and called out softly, “Berserk?”

A beat, then: “Come in.”

Finding his boss in upward facing dog while still in her pencil skirt was not a sight Boomer was prepared for. Berserk had her eyes closed as she stretched at a near ninety degree angle and listened to music on her Airpods. Boomer had never seen her with her heels off and her mane of red hair thrown together in a messy bun; it was so casual that it was almost obscene.

“You’re staring.”

Fuck, he was staring and now she was looking right at him down her nose, even though she was the one on the floor. He stood up straighter, unable to help himself when she took that tone that reminded him so much of Brick’s when he was about to criticize, but he didn’t avert his gaze. “Sorry.”

She breathed in deeply through her nose and hoisted herself up into downward dog position. “Why are you here?”

Forgot my keys seemed like a really lame excuse that she’d probably laugh at him for, but he also was not in the habit of making shit up on the spot if he hoped to make people believe him. “I forgot my keys.” He took them from his pocket to show her, as if she might not know what keys are, as a concept.

“Smart locks.” Berserk exhaled and slowly walked her hands back on the yoga mat until she reached her feet and began to swing slowly left and right.

Huh? he almost said like an idiot, until he caught himself. “Don’t think my landlord would approve of me installing that.” Also, those things were like $200 a pop, which was not worth the occasional inconvenience and shame of forgetting his keys and then catching his boss doing yoga in her office after hours.

Berserk made some noncommittal sound like whatever, peasant and slowly uncurled upward one vertebra at a time. Boomer realized he was back to staring again, literally lingering in her door watching her and trying to equate this subdued, casual version of Berserk with the terse, no-nonsense businesswoman he was used to dealing with on a daily basis.

When she finally achieved her full height, she popped her neck. The hair that was too short for her bun fell in around her narrow face in a stylish, athleisure sort of way. The top buttons on her blouse were undone. She wore a small, golden necklace he’d never noticed before because he wasn’t in the habit of checking out his boss. “I thought you left.”

The accusatory nature of her words were totally at odds with her flat tone, only the barest hint of curiosity dangling there at the end, like she expected him to respond.

Oh, she expected him to respond.

Boomer took another step into her office because he was full of poor judgment today. “I forgot my keys.”

At which point he showed her his keys again and also had a mild stroke, because what the fuck are you doing, mate?

Berserk smiled. “Yeah, I got that part.”

Was she laughing at him? He had never heard her laugh before, unless it was at Dean Matheson, that comb-over in denial who, in addition to being a high functioning alcoholic, also had a reputation for throwing associates under the bus when a client wasn’t happy.

Boomer smiled back, because that was what he did when people smiled at him, and ‘people’ now included Berserk, apparently.

“Well, since you’re here,” she said as she padded around to her desk.

Crap, there was the work he was afraid of soliciting from her by remaining in the building. He debated an excuse to give her: picking up dry cleaning? Plausible, but transparent. Meeting up with his brothers? No, she’d probably make him stay all night for the chance to ruin Brick’s plans.

“Thai or Mexican?”

Boomer stared dumbly. He was becoming quite good at that (10,000 hours and you can become an expert at anything, they say). “Huh?”

The yoga must have put Berserk in an exceedingly gracious mood, because she actually repeated her question without getting that look on her face like she was picturing him getting trampled by stampeding monsters. “Thai or Mexican? I don’t have a preference.”

Oh.

Oh.

Boomer’s stomach picked that time to snarl at him—8 p.m. and still no dinner, the fiend.

Berserk snorted in laughter and fanned herself with her phone. “Jesus. Mexican it is.”

Which was how Boomer found himself on the small sofa tucked in the corner of Berserk’s office, shoes off and belt loosened, with enough tacos, tamales, and rice and beans to feed a small family. He even had a beer from the mini fridge Berserk kept under her desk.

She hadn’t stayed late to work. Well, she had, but only because she didn’t have a reason to go home.

“I just hate getting home to a dark apartment sometimes,” she said in between bites of food. She had her legs tucked up under her on the sofa close enough to brush Boomer’s thigh if he reached to grab the salsa.

“I thought you lived with your sister?”

“Brute got her own place a few months ago. The arrangement was only temporary while she was in between jobs.”

It was weird knowing so little about a person whose whole family had been in Boomer’s inner orbit since childhood. As far as he knew, Berserk wasn’t close to any of her cousins, not even Blossom. Boomer himself had never been more eager to leave a room than when Brat walked into it. Only Butch, Brute, and Buttercup had ever found common ground among each other once the sworn rivalries and blood feuds of their youth gave way to teenage rebellion against their respective overlord fathers and then the slog of adulthood that was inescapable even for a bunch of Supers flying high on Chemical X.

The fact that Boomer had gotten this job surprised him more than anyone. After drifting from restaurant jobs to office temp placements over the last six years, he’d never thought he would dust off his economics degree and land a temp-to-permanent position that seemed way above his qualifications. And he never thought it would be working for a woman he’d most definitely electrocuted in battle at least a dozen times before puberty.

“What?”

Boomer blinked. He’d been staring again, Jesus Christ. “Sorry, I was just thinking… I didn't know that. I’ve been working here for five months and I don’t actually know much about you at all.”

“Hm.”

Her magenta eyes were wine-dark against the murky sky beyond the window forty stories up. Boomer did avert his gaze this time to reach for the salsa, but he didn’t use it.

“I don’t even know why you invited me to stay for dinner in the office if we’re not going to do any work.”

“Why did you stay?”

“For the free food.”

Berserk grinned—the third time she had smiled at him tonight (or ever). He needed to stop counting; he’d be disappointed when it stopped happening tomorrow.

“Don’t get used to it. Much as I appreciate the company now and again, there’s no need for both of us to be stuck here while Matheson’s breathing down the associates’ necks. Can’t have him poaching you out from under me.”

“Well, I don’t work for him; I work for you.”

“It’s sweet how you don’t understand office politics.” She ate a lone slice of avocado with a fork. “He landed Unicorn back when they were early stage, and back when he was still putting in the work to earn his reputation. But since they IPO’d three years ago and make up twenty percent of our revenue now, he’s just another big name coasting by on associate work. You know he regularly schedules client calls and just doesn’t bother to show up? He forgets half the time, and the other half he’s busy playing golf or buying a yacht or whatever the fuck rich, white Boomers do.”

“Well, as a Boomer myself, I can say I’ve spent exactly zero hours buying yachts.”

She chuckled. Fourth time. “Oh, really.”

“Never even thought of yachts. As far as I’m concerned, they’re not even real.”

“Thanks for your expert opinion.”

“Any time.” Boomer turned his body to face her and draped his arm over the back of the sofa. With only the soft light from the floor lamp in the corner, he imagined himself adrift in the darkness, the sky scraper lights nearby stars. It was a lonely thought, one made romantic in the knowledge that she was here too, and he wasn’t actually alone.

“Matheson almost did poach you, you know.”

“What do you mean?” Boomer couldn’t recall exchanging more than a few words with the man.

“When we were filling support positions. Someone recognized you from the news a few years back, when the Cyclops Monster attacked the marina district and you and your brothers took it out. Matheson got it in his head that you’d be able to work at Super speed and help lower his billables.”

“Wow. Maybe you should’ve let him. What do you think the net savings would be in yacht units of measurement?”

Berserk rolled her eyes, but she was smiling again. “I claimed you before he could get the paperwork in.”

Boomer hyper-focused on that word: claimed. He also pointedly ignored it entirely, much in the same way he ignored the new count of five smiles tonight. “Showed him your bending powers, did you?”

Berserk’s Corona bottle turned frosty under her hand in a totally unnecessary, big dick energy display of said powers, and she took another sip. “No. Sharon from HR likes me. And I promised her I wouldn’t fire you after three months like your predecessors.”

Flattered was not how Boomer would describe the feeling of being claimed by Berserk and eluding Matheson’s vampiric clutches. But he was a bit tickled all the same. This was the woman Butch had once described as essentially Brick, if he were constipated all the time.

And then he realized what she was doing. “Hey, you’re sharing things about yourself.”

She clinked her bottle to his, and Boomer shivered at the frosty chill she transferred on contact. “Aw, you figured it out all by yourself.”

“Ha ha.”

She didn’t quite smile, but she did look kind of serene then, content even, as she lay back against the arm of the sofa and yawned. Her gold necklace—just a simple disk with an engraving Boomer could not make out—reflected the lamp light when she moved. It rested just beneath her collarbone, which had suddenly become the single-most interesting part of Berserk, and oh no, was he interested—

“You’re staring again.”

Son of a bitch.

“Sorry,” he said automatically. “I didn’t mean to.”

Hard no. He was not allowed to be any percent attracted to Berserk. First, she was his boss, and there was a cliché here that, while subverted on the gender role spectrum, was still very risky for both of them. Second, she was Berserk, a fellow Super, cousin to his best friend Bubbles and a shrewd, stiletto bitch in Brick’s estimation, which sounded bad. Not that she was bad, or even evil, unless you counted helping rich corporations accurately report their taxes while taking advantage of the many egregious loopholes in the Internal Revenue Code. Which, okay, point taken, but he also worked here and anyway, people should not be deemed good or evil so much as their choices ought to be—

“Are you thinking about fucking me?”

You shrewd, stiletto bitch!

She was smiling again, and Boomer pathetically logged that as the sixth time, although he wasn’t sure he should count it given the overt malice behind it.

Unfortunately, Boomer was, as had been previously established, very bad at making shit up on the fly. So he miserably said, “Yeah.”

“Hm.”

She sipped her beer slowly, and of course he watched. If it was out in the open, as fleeting a bout of insanity as it may have been, at least he could wallow in it without worrying about appearances.

It was the yoga. That fucking upward facing dog, Jesus Christ.

It was more than that too. Over the last few months, he had worked closely with her, watched her navigate the cutthroat halls full of piranhas like Matheson and other account managers, getting herself work on the best clients while managing her juniors with efficiency and professionalism. She was excellent and sharp, and she demanded excellency and sharpness in kind. After years of going it alone or temping for bosses who didn’t care enough even to learn his name, much less provide him with guidance and mentorship, it was an unspeakable relief to work under someone who knew how to rally the troops. Someone who knew how to lead, how to motivate, and how to reward loyalty with loyalty in return. It didn’t hurt that she looked amazing in her daily stilettos, either.

Unfortunately, she impressed him.

“I have some work to get done tonight.” Berserk stood up and smoothed her skirt.

Boomer scrambled to his feet. “Of course! Um.” He began closing food containers and repackaging them in the bags they’d come in, because he was panicking. “I’ll get rid of the trash. Do you want the leftovers in the fridge?”

“You take them. Otherwise my office will smell like a burrito for a week.”

“Okay.” Numbly, Boomer finished packing everything up, while Berserk made her way back to her desk and logged into her computer to check her emails.

Boomer lingered at the door. “I’ll have the prospectus back to you later tonight.”

“Thanks.”

Wow, way to go, stud.

He turned to leave, but her voice stopped him.

“Boomer?”

“Yeah?”

“Friday is good.”

He stared back at her in expert mode. “Huh?”

Berserk poked her head around the side of her large, external monitor. She was smiling again. Lucky number seven. “For fucking.”

“Okay,” Boomer said.

Okay?!

She pulled back behind her monitor. “I was going to get a cat, but you’ll do much better.”

Because she didn’t like going home to a dark, empty apartment alone. With no one to fuck.

“That was a joke.”

“Yeah, I got that,” he croaked.

Friday is for fucking, he thought, which was delightful alliteration and also completely insane and one hundred percent something he was getting more on board with by the nanosecond.

“See you tomorrow,” she said.

Boomer clutched the leftover Mexican food in his fist. “Okay. Goodnight.”

It took him the time to fly home and put the food away in his small fridge to realize that he had a sort-of date with Berserk lined up for two days from now.

He Y-posed at the window and whooped, “Hell yes!!”

Loud pounding in the floor followed by old Mrs. Cruikshank’s muffled Keep it down! couldn’t bring down his mood.

Boomer leaped onto his threadbare, living room sofa with his work laptop and took to the prospectus with alacrity. He’d send over superior work product and make Berserk’s job just that much easier tomorrow morning.

xxx

If you enjoy my writing, check out more of my fics on AO3, link in my profile. I’m currently updating Trinity House (which has a lot more Berserk and Boomer content, btw!) and The Alchemy of Us. Thanks for reading!

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thanksgiving | jeff skinner

a/n: it’s here!!! this is like 4k that i threw together in like a week after i took it as a personal challenge from @blueskrugs after i asked why we don’t write more thanksgiving fics. a huge shoutout to her and @danglesnipecelly, for inspiration and cheering me on for this, as well as literally anyone else who’s cheered me on to finish thing, you’re all the real mvps and i love you all 💚

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Jeff shrugs, and from across the table filled with pizza, beer, and a bunch of other things that are most definitely not on his approved list of foods, you stare at him.

“I dunno. I don’t really have plans, I guess? Probably just sit at home, relax a little?” He says. Your jaw drops. He has...he has what now? “You're going to your parent’s right?” You nod slowly, still stuck on the fact that he’s going to sit at home and do nothing on Thanksgiving, the best of all holidays. Not spend the day with some teammates, not make a quick trip to his family, nothing. “That’ll be fun!” Jeff grins, dimples popping. “What are you-”

“You’re doing nothing?” You get out finally, the words coming back to you.

Jeff’s smile falters, but only slightly, and he nods. “Yeah? I mean, there’s no practice, no games. I’ll just…” He trails off for a second and then shrugs. “Rest.”

“You’re not going to go, like, visit your parents? They’re right across the border!”

“It’s a Thursday.” Jeff says patiently and you abruptly remember that his Canadian-ness is the whole point of this conversation.

“Thanksgiving is the best holiday! You can’t sit at home alone on it; I forbid it!” Jeff’s smile grows again as he laughs and you try and fight your own grin as you shove at his shoulders, to no avail. “Come home with me!”

“What?” He laughs again, but this time, it’s more like disbelief.

But the idea is already growing in your mind. “Come home with me! You know my parents love you, they won’t mind at all!”

“I can’t just invite myself to your Thanksgiving!” Jeff protests.

You wave him off. “You’re not, I’m inviting you! Come on, we’d love to have you!” He still looks hesitant, so you add, “Our Thanksgiving is huge anyway; one extra mouth to feed isn’t going to put anyone out, Jeff.”

“Alright.” He caves, and you grin, pulling your phone close to you to text your mom and let her know. “But ask your mom, okay? Like, really ask her, don’t just, like, tell her I’m coming.”

“Too late!” You say cheerfully, showing him the text you’d sent in your family group chat, telling them you were bringing Jeff with you next week. Your mom’s already responded with a string of happy face emojis and your younger sister with a How I Met Your Mother gif about Canadian Thanksgiving. “Be prepared for a lot of Canada jokes!”

“Is that supposed to be different than any other time I see your family?’ Jeff deadpans, but you’re pretty sure he looks like, at least 50% more relaxed, so you count this as a win and ignore him completely, already mentally planning for the best holiday of the year.

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The drive back home to your parents takes about an hour longer than you’d like, stuck in the same godawful traffic as everyone else trying to leave Buffalo on Wednesday so that they can get back home in time to go out that night. 

When Jeff finally pulls his car up in front of your childhood home, you can already see that it’s bustling with activity, getting ready for tomorrow. Most of your siblings have already arrived- only your older brother, with his wife and daughters will come in tomorrow, with the rest of your family- but your younger brother and sister have already come home, a fact that’s even more evident when you and Jeff walk in the front door and immediately trip over three pairs of sneakers.

“Liam!” You cry, grabbing onto Jeff so you don’t fall. “Motherfucker, move your shoes!”

Your brother pops his head out of the living room, AirPods in his ears. “I’m on a call!” And just as you're marveling at the fact that your brother is a real person with a real job taking real work calls, said real person with a real job spots Jeff and lights up. “Jeff! Bro! What’s up, man?”

“I thought you were on a call.” You snap at him.

“I’m on mute.” Liam slaps his palm against Jeff’s pulling him in for a ridiculous handshake-bro hug combo, before he finally comes over and lifts you off the floor. “Yo!”

“Yo!” You repeat, honestly unable to believe you’re related to this kid. If the two of you didn’t look exactly alike, you’d probably think he was adopted. “You still coming out tonight?”

“Hell yeah, this is my last call. I’m ready to go.”

You snicker, looking down at his sweatpants and dress shirt combo- he must have taken a video call at some point today. “Yeah, okay, bud.”

He ruffles your hair, in that annoying way he’s been able to do ever since he grew taller than you. “Don’t you worry, I will be.”

You laugh, ducking under his arm, to let him get back to it. You’ve got no doubts about that. Liam’s always ready to party. “Finish your call so we can start pregaming.”

He grins, like you knew he would. “Now we’re talking.” And then he ducks back into your dad’s office.

Jeff is laughing when you look back at him and you give him a look. “What?”

“Nothing, just forgot how the two of you were when you got going.”

“Yup, and you’re stuck with us for next two days!” You grin.

Jeff rolls his eyes at you, but he’s still smiling when he follows you to the kitchen, in search of your mom. She’s at the counter, rolling dough for biscuits, her only other contribution to the annual Thanksgiving dinner that she hosts, besides the turkey; a holiday that she’d taken over hosting once it had become too much for your grandmother to handle, but only on the caveat that everyone began contributing food toward the meal. It’s been a potluck style holiday ever since.

She’s ultra-focused, the volume on her favorite playlist high (this wild mix of 80’s pop and today’s hits that’s actually kind of a banger), so you sneak up behind her and wrap your arms around her. “Hi!”

“Jesus!” Your mom jumps, elbowing you in the process, but you’re laughing too hard to care. “Don’t do that!”

“Just excited to see you!” You beam at her, squeezing her once more, before pulling away. “Where do you want the pie?” Jeff lifts the pie you’d made yesterday, showing your mom.

Your mom purses her lips, studying the kitchen around her. “Leave it on the counter for now; I’ll have your dad clear some space in the garage.” She gestures with her elbow. “Hi Jeff!” 

“Hi!” Jeff pulls out his best smile, a real one, dimples super popped. “Thank you for having me-”

Your mom cuts him off before he can finish, like you knew she would. “Oh, we’re so happy you could make it! You’re welcome anytime, Jeff!” She assures him.

“Is the guest room ready?” You ask. “We’ll throw our stuff upstairs before Dad sees it at the bottom of the steps and has a fit.”

Your mom fights back a laugh at that- a statement that everyone in your family knows all too well-but then looks almost apologetic as she finishes, “It is, but we gave it to Katie.”

“Oh, Katie’s here too?” Your sister’s roommate at college was, at this point, basically another sister to you. She hardly went home for breaks within the semesters, usually came up for at least a month during the summer, and more often than not came home with Abby when she was back for anything. The “guest room” really was more like Katie’s room at this point. 

“Where else would she be?” Abby appears, right on cue, with Katie right behind her, practically matching in leggings and oversized sorority shirts. “It’s Thanksgiving; she’s ready to rage tonight.”

You actually can’t wait for the babies to be hungover tomorrow-both were 21 for their first Thanksgiving Eve and you know they’re going to be in a super rough spot tomorrow-but you keep that thought to yourself. 

“It didn’t even occur to me!” Your mom says apologetically. “I just gave Katie her usual room.”

“No, it’s cool. Jeff and I can share. He doesn’t mind, right?” But you barely even wait for his shrug and nod in agreement. It’s not like you haven’t before, when you’re either too lazy or too drunk to go home. You’re both adults, it’s no big. “I’ve shared a bed with you before; I’ll spare Katie the bruised shins.” You tease your sister.

Katie cracks up as Abby sputters out how rude you are. “It’s a hazard!” Katie agrees, dodging the swat your sister sends towards her. It sets the two of them off, which you take as your cue to grab Jeff’s hand and drag him (and your stuff) up to your room.

Of course, usually when you’re sharing a bed with Jeff, it’s a king sized bed, or at least a queen- definitely not the double that your parents just shoved in your old room to replace the queen bed that had been in there until you moved out and took your furniture with you. You hadn’t realized how small it was though, not until today, until the idea of actually having to share it with someone, with Jeff, who might not be a giant, but isn’t tiny.  “Sorry.” You apologize, almost unsure of what you’re saying.

Jeff shrugs. “Well, at least you don’t kick.” He smiles, as then it’s like everything’s back to normal, that awkward feeling that was growing over you gone as quickly as it came. 

“She’s a bruiser, don’t let her tell you otherwise.” You throw your bag down, rifling through it for the sweater you were planning to wear tomorrow, to hang it up so it isn’t too wrinkled.

Jeff laughs. “I’ll take your word for it.” He’s holding up his shirt, a button down and a tie. “Where can I hang this?”

“You can’t wear that!”

He frowns, likely at the vehemence you’d just spoken that with. “Uhh, why not?”

“You’ll get roasted.” Seriously, you’d told him it wasn’t a dressy affair. God, what part of not dressy does he think requires a tie? “Don’t you have, like, a sweater?”

“I mean, yeah, but-”

“Sweater and jeans, that’s fine.”

Jeff gives you a look. “That doesn’t seem-”

“Sweater. And jeans.” You repeat. He’ll thank you tomorrow, when your uncle doesn’t ask him when tea is. When your cousin doesn’t talk to him only in a fake British accent for the entire night. 

Jeff hands over a sweater, a soft thing you’ve seen him wear on many occasions, and you smile your thanks at him, hanging it up next to yours. “Meet your standards?” He asks; you think he’s aiming for teasing but he kind of misses the mark, sounding a little more nervous than joking.

“Perfect.” He smiles back at you and you laugh. “Come on, you dork. Let’s go see what’s for dinner tonight.”

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“Don’t wake me up when you come in tonight!” Your dad calls, as he drops the five of you off at Mel’s, the bar for Thanksgiving Eve. Your friends are already at the bar, you’re anticipating a high school reunion for sure, and you’ve warned Jeff of this, even though he assured you that he could handle it, and he was just excited for a nice, chill night.

You’d actually laughed out loud at that. Oh Jeffrey. 

“Pshh.” Liam waves your dad off. “I haven’t done that since I was like 16 and still having to sneak out.”

Your dad gives him a look. “I was talking to your sister.” He looks over at Abby, who ignores him completely, in favor of taking a SnapChat with Katie, and he sighs resolutely. You all absolutely know she isn’t listening to a word he says. “Have fun, be safe. Uber home.”

Liam salutes him. “Will do.”

Inside the bar, the night starts exactly as you and Liam have started your last few Thanksgiving Eve’s-with a round of shots at the bar as you’re ordering drinks, before splitting off to find your respective friends to start the evening.

Jeff fits in with your friends fantastically, laughing and joking around with them like he’s known them forever, even though you’re sure the only one he’s met is your oldest friend, Ashley. But he greets Ashley and her husband, Brian, like old friends, and quickly joins conversations with all your other friends, and soon hours have passed before your brother is sliding up behind you. “Heads up.” Liam mutters as he passes. “Douche at 3 o’clock.”

You tense as it takes everything in you not to turn and look over. “Hey.” Jeff nudges you, concern clear in his eyes as he looks at you, and you’re not sure what he pulled himself away from, but you must look pretty bad. “You okay?”

You nod, kinda spacily, but leaning in closer to him, and he takes the cue to curl in toward you- you’re not really interested in shouting to the entire bar and you’re really not interested in drawing attention to yourself. “Yeah, just- my ex is over there.”

Jeff purses his lips for a minute and then schools his face back to neutral. “I take it things didn’t end well.”

“No.” You say, thinking of the demise of your relationship with Dylan. “It did not.”

You hadn’t even realized that Jeff grabbed your hand until he’s squeezing it gently. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.” You shake your head. “It was...definitely for the best.” It might have taken you a while to see that, but you can now, even if the rare instances you still see Dylan sometimes rattles you. “I thought I was going to marry him, at one point, but I’m so much happier here now.”

Jeff smiles. “Good.”

You squeeze his hand once more, a thanks for his comfort and care, before both of you rejoin the conversation, and you forget about Dylan entirely for the next hour, until you physically run into him coming back from the bar with another round of drinks for you and Jeff.

“Hey!” Dylan beams at you, goes right in for a cheek kiss, like you’re still that familiar, and once again you stiffen up.

“Hi.” You return politely, ready to sidestep around him and return to Jeff and your friends.

“No, wait.” Dylan steps with you, blocking your path. “I haven’t seen you in forever. Let’s catch up a minute, what’s new?”

“No offense, Dylan, but I’m not really looking to catch up with you.” You say flatly.

He opens his mouth to respond, but before he can another voice cuts in. “Everything okay here?” Jeff asks politely, stepping very purposefully next to you, and Dylan’s eyes immediately fly over to him.

“Mhmm,” You nod. “Was just on my way back to you.”

“Good.” Jeff says, in a tone far more harsh than you usually hear him take. “Let’s get back.” He positions himself again, clearing a space for you to easily slip past Dylan, and then steps closely behind you, catching up quickly.

“Thanks.” You lean against him, gently, not looking to spill either of your drinks, but Jeff solves that problem by taking his.

“Any time.” Jeff says softly and you don’t have much else to say on the matter so you just nudge him once more in thanks and walk back toward your friends with him at your side.

-----

When you wake up the next morning, you’re warm and comfortable and only a little hungover, which you count as a huge success. There’s not too much noise going on downstairs yet, which means you definitely have some more time to sleep, so you curl back into your pillow, humming contently when it pulls you in closer.

And then your eyes pop open abruptly, because pillows don’t do that.

Except they do when they look like Jeff Skinner, who looks just as soft and warm and comfortable as you feel right now, still sleeping judging by the evenness of his breath. 

It’s just...it’s a really nice way to wake up, with Jeff’s kind-of smiling face, looking super soft and cozy as he breathes just on the wrong side of too loud, but not so loudly that it drives you nuts. 

It’s a little too early to unpack that, and your hangover might not be that bad but it’s definitely bad enough that you’re not ready to think on that, so you close your eyes and let yourself curl into Jeff and fall back asleep.

-----

When you do finally get out of bed, Thanksgiving morning is its usual chaos, running around with last minute errands, cleaning, and helping your mom in the kitchen. The last to shower for the day, by the time you arrive downstairs, the Lions vs. Bears game is well underway, your notoriously early grandparents have already arrived, and your grandmother is already asking your mom where that one turkey decoration she bought her one year is.

You bypass the kitchen entirely and move toward the living room, where you find your dad, grandfather, Jeff, and siblings all gathered, just as you’d expected. You slide down on the floor next to Jeff, knowing that it’s only a matter of time before more of your family arrives and you’re offering your set up anyway, and wait for the next round of chaos to begin.

It doesn’t take long. Your aunts, uncles, and cousins start pouring in and then it’s just introduction after introduction, as you wrap up showing off Jeff to one group just as the next arrives. You are absolutely confident he has no idea who anyone is, but it’s fine, because he’s still laughing and joking around with all your uncles and cousins that have joined you in watching football. 

The kitchen is its own brand of chaos, when you make a quick stop in on your back from a beer run, but chaos has never stopped your aunt before and it certainly isn’t today. “Oh my god!” She exclaims, after you’ve pressed a smacking kiss to the top of your grandmom’s head. “That boy!”

“What boy?” You ask, like an idiot, which is immediately clear from the looks you get from everyone in the kitchen, even your usually oblivious uncle, who’s doing...something...with the ham they’d brought. “Who, Jeff?”

“Yes.” Another aunt stresses. “He’s cute!”

You shrug. “Yeah, I mean-”

But your grandmom cuts you off this time. “And so friendly! Just the nicest boy! Oh, you couldn’t have found anyone better!” She exclaims.

“Well, I haven’t.” You announce, watching all of their faces fall. “So sorry to burst that bubble.”

“Why?” One of your older cousins frowns. “Girl. Get on that. You are not going to do better than that boy in there.”

“I truly don’t know if that was meant to be a dig at me or you all think that highly of Jeff already, but regardless. We are just friends.” Now everyone in the kitchen is giving you a look. You gather the beers and retreat, distributing them as you return to your spot on the floor near Jeff.

He’s giving you a look as you pass him his, but whatever’s on your face must not be too bad, because he just thanks you as you pass him the bottle, and you nod in return as you try to find the same comfortable spot as before, leaning against his thigh.

-----

Your dad catches you a bit later, as he’s coming back with beers this time and you’re coming out of the bathroom, and he nudges you carefully as you take a few bottles from his hand. “So Jeff?”

You groan. The tone of that statement was far too loaded. “Jesus, you too?”

Your dad laughs. “Who else?”

“Everyone.”

“Well maybe that should be your hint.” Your dad says teasingly, but also not? There’s definitely some seriousness to this. “That Jeff’s pretty perfect for you.”

You stare at him. “You’ve met Jeff, like, a hundred times. Why’s this coming out now?”

“I always thought you were my smart kid and that you’d figure it out yourself.” He muses. “Now I realize you’re only book-smart and you’d never figure this out on your own.” And then he leaves you there in the hallway, with your jaw dropped and too many thoughts, as he continues on, laughing at you.

-----

When the call to come serve yourselves echoes into the room, the usual mad scramble follows immediately. It’s only as you’re getting into line behind your brother that you realize that Jeff’s not with you anymore, and you abandon the long line waiting for food, in favor of seeking out Jeff.

You find Jeff upstairs, in your room, just kind of lounging on your bed, and you lean against the doorway. “Hey! Food’s ready.”

“Yeah.” Jeff nods, the smile he sends you back in return far too tight and forced to be genuine. “Be right down.”

But he doesn’t move, so you step in and climb into your bed next to him. “What’s wrong?”

Jeff laughs; it’s kind of hollow and doesn’t sound anything like his usual loud laugh or his giggles that you love. “What- nothing. Nothing’s wrong.”

“Jeff.” You say softly. “Come on.”

He sighs. “Why did you bring me here?”

That...was not at all what you expected. “What?”

“Why did you bring me here?” He repeats. “Why did you bring me home, to your family? I thought, maybe, finally…” He trails off for a minute. “Except, there’s like ten other randos here too!” He laughs again, that hollow thing that you’re already hating. “Everybody in this family just brings people home, and that’s awesome, okay? Please don’t ever change that about yourself. I just-I thought we had something special, is all.” He says, sounding almost sad? Melancholy? 

“You are special.” You hate this. Jeff should never be sad; he should always be happy and smiling and joking. This is worse than seeing him after losses, worse than seeing him at low points in the season, that one game when he realizes that shit’s done and they’re just playing to keep playing now, that playoffs won’t be coming this year, again. “Jeff, you’re-”

“I’m in love with you.” Jeff says and it’s so straight-up, matter-of-fact, like it’s never not been a fact for him. “And I’m sorry I’ve fucked things up here for tonight and made this so awkward. I just- being here with you and your family just made me want you that much more.”

There’s so so so much you want to say to Jeff, but it’s like time is frozen. You can’t speak, can’t move, can’t do anything except look at him in awe, until he starts to move off your bed, when you reach for him, finally, resting your hand on his thigh, relieved when he looks back at you. “My dad thinks I’m an idiot.” You blurt out and Jeff just gives you a look. “I’m sorry; that wasn’t what I wanted to say.” You take a deep breath, trying to gather the jumble of thoughts in your head. “Or at least, not the only thing. He thinks I’m an idiot because he thinks you’re perfect for me and I didn’t see it. My whole family thinks you’re perfect- cute and friendly and nice- and god, Jeff, you are! You’re all those things!” He’s still watching you, with like, barely the smallest hint of a smile on his face. “I just-didn’t realize you were perfect for me until we came here.”

Now he’s full on beaming, dimples showing, and you don’t even realize that you’re returning the grin until his hand comes up to your face, thumbing at the corner of your lip. “I’m sorry I’m a dumbass.” You finish lamely, too busy smiling at Jeff. “Please kiss me so we can make sure we get biscuits.”

Jeff hums. “I don’t know if I can kiss you now and just...stop.”

“Well I’m not going down to eat until you do.” You say stubbornly. “And you’ve been hyping up those biscuits since breakfast.”

“Fair enough.” Jeff laughs and then you’re smiling into the best first kiss you’ve ever had, tangling your hands into his hair and wondering if you may actually end up missing the meal this year.

[jaeminzie]

opposites attract | l.jn

↳ lee jeno x gender neutral!reader

synopsis: soulmate!au where if your soulmate is listening to music then it’ll be stuck in your head until they stop listening to it. in this case, you and jeno have contrasting music tastes.

genre: fluff

word count: 2,503

warnings: slight mentions of vaping

a/n: also let’s pretend that jeno is at the age to be a freshman in college in this fic lmao

being a freshman in college, the workload was something jeno wasn’t used to so he chooses to deal with it in procrastination. well, tonight is the last day to turn in majority of his assignments that he’s been holding off on. so far, he’s gotten four papers turned in and he’s currently executing all his energy to finish his last paper of the night. though he’s too frustrated at the fact that his soulmate hasn’t stopped listening to music.

see, it started off alright. at the beginning of the night, the music was mellow and perfect for studying but, approximately two hours ago, the music changed to heavy emo music (which jeno loathed) and it’s been playing nonstop since then. now he’s left with one paper but he can’t seem to type as his fingers were too occupied on gripping his soft hair in frustration.

on the other hand, you were currently laying inside your dry bathtub peacefully listening to your tunes with your body relaxed and eyes closed, humming along to the music. apparently, this was the best way to past time that you could think of without interacting with anyone. your airpods were too loud to hear your sister banging on the door telling you to get out so she could shower. so you stayed there, bopping your head but abruptly jolted when louder music blared through your head interrupting your own little music sesh.

Shut up, just shut up, shut up

Shut up, just shut up, shut up

Shut up, just shut up, shut up

Shut up, just shut up, shut up

is that... is that black eyed peas? you paused your music to listen a bit clearer. but a couple seconds after you paused it, the music coming from your soulmate stopped as well. shrugging, you pressed play on your phone and continued listening to your own music in oblivion.

leaving jeno collapsing on his bed in defeat.

—

the following week, you were cruising around the town just so you can be out of the house. again, you were blasting your hardcore music which left jeno, who is currently on his nightly run to destress from his college student struggles, wondering if you never not listen to music. he’d think he’d be used to his soulmate’s music taste by now but he can’t help but worry over your differences in music. you’re also on the same boat. countless nights of you ranting about your soulmate’s hetero taste of music to your group chat whenever he’d listen to justin bieber and you’d be forced to listen to him as well. of course, your kind friends would clown you making you feel worse but they’ve been trying to convince you that music taste shouldn’t be a problem. but to you, it is. and apparently to jeno, it is as well.

jeno sighed in relief when he heard the music stop in his head. he halted his running to give himself a break and entered the nearest store to buy himself a bottle of water since he stupidly forgot to bring one with him.

the bells chimed when someone entered the store but you paid no attention to it as you were too focused on picking what flavor you wanted. though, you anxiously picked the first one you saw when you noticed you were taking too long and the person standing behind you was tapping their foot, running out of patience. you hurriedly paid for the item feeling bad for holding up the line. you kept your head lowered but you managed to get a glimpse of the person who was waiting behind you. you only saw his grey sweatpants and the imprint of his muscular arms behind his baggy white shirt. and damn, you froze in your footsteps and had to take a double look of his figure when you were fully behind him so he couldn’t see you shamelessly checking him out.

you stood there timidly as you clutched your puffbar in disbelief, not knowing how to act when you’re experiencing the presence of this beautiful stranger. you looked at him from top to bottom, trying to memorize the view of his back since you knew you’ll never see him again because you felt too coy to go up to him and make a move.

“goddamn,” you whispered under your breath and dragged yourself out of the 7/11 before the boy finishes paying. you were sulking during the quick walk to your car, and immediately opened your puffbar and took a hit once you were seated inside. resting your head on the steering wheel and letting the fruity flavored smoke seep out of your mouth, you reached your hand to the volume control and cranked it up in an attempt to distract yourself.

you looked up and tried to peep through the windows to get another glance of the pretty boy. he turned around almost immediately when you found his figure, but thankfully he didn’t see you slyly peeking at him with your phone in your hands. your fingers rapidly typed away, informing your group chat that you’re currently seeing the most beautiful boy you’ve ever seen. you examined his face with heart eyes from afar trying to engrave the image of his face with every single dot and line in your mind so you can remember it tomorrow and the day after, but you furrowed your eyebrows when you noticed the annoyed expression plastered onto his face that didn’t seem to leave, or even lessen slightly. sitting lowly in the driver’s seat and throwing your phone in the backseat, you still kept an eye on the boy but made sure you weren’t obvious at all. you watched him walk outside of the store, fascinated by the way he walked with so much confidence and grace.

but the second he stepped onto the cement and into the warm outdoor air, he abruptly stopped his movements.

did the music just get louder? jeno thought to himself, he skimmed through the gas station and the parking lot to find the source of the loud music. you immediately made yourself look busy as if you weren’t just watching every single movement of his body and admiring every crevice of his face a couple seconds ago.

you began to panic when he kept looking over to your direction but not directly at you. yet.

you lowered your music to make sure you don’t catch his attention since you weren’t mentally prepared to meet a pretty boy tonight, but you were unfortunate. you hastily tried to put your seatbelt on but your shaky hands couldn’t get the buckle inside to lock. “please please please plea-“

knocking on your car window interrupted your pleas. scrunching your nose out of habit, you slowly looked over to your left where the knocking was. and damn, you were not ready to see the man up close. all his features, the way his eyes glistened, the way some of his hair strands sticked to his sweaty forehead, how perfectly tinted his pink lips are, and how his small mole was splattered so close to his moon crescent shaped eye. so clear under the moonlight.

he stood timidly outside your car with his hands in the pocket of his sweatpants that you were previously drooling over. without thinking and processing what was happening, it’s like your finger has a mind of its own and pressed the button to lower the slightly tinted car window itself. “um were you listening to music?” his voice was hoarse due to the dryness caused by his run.

you didn’t trust yourself to speak knowing you’ll make the atmosphere even more awkward, so you simply just gulped and nodded with a small smile.

“can i... can i listen with you?” jeno didn’t know exactly what he was asking. he didn’t know if he was hearing correctly or it was just his imagination, but he could’ve sworn that he heard the same music that was booming in his head also in the car you were currently in.

you were perplexed. how weird but no complaints, you thought. “yeah.. why not..” your voice came out small which you mentally slapped herself for making your nervousness so evident. you cranked up the volume slightly, keeping your focus on your steering wheel so you weren’t able to see the change of expression on jeno’s face.

“can i come in?” his voice seemed more alive and less soft than before since he couldn’t contain his mixed feelings as he realized that he’s standing outside of his soulmate’s car.

without any hesitation, “yes.” you slapped your mouth with your hand immediately, not knowing why you just allowed a whole stranger inside your car. but if you were to die tonight because of this god-like man, it might be a better way to die than blandly dying in your sleep. and you always loved to have spice in your life. plus, you were not about to pass an opportunity to spend time with the boy, or you’d hate yourself forever for denying him.

jeno stood there baffled, not expecting you to agree rather quickly. nonetheless, he strutted his way towards the other side of the car and shyly sat beside you inside, not bothering to wear the seatbelt. you both wanted to groan due to the painful awkward silence surrounding your strained figures. you can’t help but notice how tensed jeno was sitting in your passenger seat, his hands fiddling on his bouncing knees and his back straight. jeno faced you, “can i play a song?”

you, in awe, nodded your head enchantedly while boring your eyes into him, admiring his appearance every millisecond that passed before he turns away from you and connects the aux cord to his phone. he increases the volume slightly and hovered his shaking thumb over his phone screen, slowly pressing play. you flinched when bieber’s voice boomed inside your head and in your car, replacing the melodies of your own favored music. you covered your ears and scrunched your face until the realization came to you, causing you to relax your facial expression and lower your hands down to your thighs. being in a state of shock, the first words to come out were “what the fuck?”

the still coy boy widened his eyes in panic, “am i not what you were expecting?”

you rapidly moved your head ‘no’ in eager disagreement as you took in the feeling of finally meeting your soulmate. and god, you couldn’t wait to assist him on his music choices. but at the moment, you didn’t mind hearing the pop singer’s voice stuck inside your head. in fact, you didn’t even focus on the horrid music that jeno was playing since all your attention was placed onto the beautiful man who would not stop staring at you so intensely sitting in your car at nearly ten p.m. “no, i’m very much satisfied.” the smallest smile appeared on your face which allowed jeno to relax slightly.

a wave of courage crashed into your body when you stopped the music shortly after, you made strong eye contact with him. jeno still sat in his seat stiffly as he watched your every move with soft eyes that contrasts with his harsh posture. you leaned in painfully slow, trying to see any discomfort in jeno’s face and body language but once you saw his body relax and his eyes longing for your lips, you couldn’t help but mold your lips together.

sucking in a bit of air, you were the first to move your lips taking small control. your lips kept moving and moving but it kept its slow pace, rubbing against each other so softly. you could taste his mint-flavored chapstick smeared on his lips which messily transferred onto yours as well, while jeno could taste your strawberry-flavored lips from the puffbar— feeling intoxicated by the kiss and wanting more.

the awkward atmosphere was long gone, and you two felt nothing but warmth and familiarity as you’ve finally found one another. you two have been connected by your minds before today, but now you’re finally able to connect with one another by the use of your lips tonight.

boldly, jeno easily lifted you up off of your seat and onto his lap like it was nothing. your heartbeat became unsteady when you gripped onto his arms and felt nothing but hard muscle, his hands placed safely on your waist caressing your side softly. everything about the kiss was so nourishing, it wasn’t aggressive whatsoever— both your lips were plump and the movements of your fingertips against each other’s goosebump-covered skins were delicate. you, being the first to pull away to catch a breath, were fascinated over how amazing jeno’s stamina was. you remained on his lap, as jeno rested his forehead onto your forehead and stared deeply into your dark but shining eyes, sighing contently not knowing what to say next.

thankfully, you said the first words. “you have really shitty taste in music.” earning a genuine laugh from jeno who was shaking his head slightly in disbelief with the most beautiful eye smile you’ve ever seen.

“me? i don’t know how you don’t get a headache everytime you listen to your music.”

you smiled big causing your eyes to crinkle up. your hand reached down for the seat’s lever and made the passenger seat recline all the way back resulting to you laying onto his chest. you gasped in a joking manner, “that isn’t nice.”

“hmm, you’re the one to talk. you just insulted my music taste.” his voice became softer, but you could still sense his smile through his voice. jeno’s hand began to comb through your soft hair while your fingertips traced the outlines of his veins popping out of his arms.

“i was just telling the truth, and being honest is the best thing a person can do, sooo..” continuing to nonchalantly draw random circles and lines on his arm, you looked up at him and you immediately made eye contact since his eyes were already set on you the entire time.

pulling your hair back slightly so he can get a better view of your slightly pink tinted face, he replied with, “then i’ll be honest.” his voice came out in almost a whisper, the corners of his bruised lips from all the kissing turned upwards. “you’re so beautiful.”

you scrunched your nose because although you tried so hard to cringe at his words, you couldn’t stop the butterflies swarming in your stomach and you couldn’t stop the idiot smile forming on your face. you looked away and rested your cheek back onto his chest, returning to trace his veins while his fingers went back to work combing your hair. there, the two of you laid in silence under the moonlight taking in your soulmate’s presence. thinking maybe you’d be able to tolerate each other’s music taste for a change, and find a common ground or two.

[fruitymimi]

Free Bird 3 - Keigo Takami x Reader

free bird masterlist

endeavor calls keigo to his office to tell him important information and keigo couldn’t be happier.

pairing: keigo takami x GN!reader

warnings: yandere themes, mentions of trauma/abuse

a/n: THIS FINALLY TAKES PLACE IN CURRENT TIME LMAO. sorry this chapter is so short! i wanted to get something out before i got out of my lunch break, part 4 should be out soon!! hopefully today? idk don’t quote me on that but thank you guys for the support! <3

word count: 1676

As ridiculous as it sounds, Keigo still thought of Y/N everyday. He’d never gotten to say goodbye to them, so to Keigo, their relationship never ended! In Keigo’s mind, that was still his soulmate, still his partner, even when they moved to America because of All Might believing they would thrive under a Western hero’s training. Just a bunch of bullshit. 

He saved himself for them. He’d never kissed anyone, never slept with anyone, never thought anyone was as gorgeous as Y/N. To be fair, Keigo didn’t get the “privilege” of being Endeavor’s definition of independent until he was 21. Even if he became a pro long before that. 

But now, Keigo’s life was a little less monitored. He lived in a penthouse, of course Endeavor owned the building it was in. Endeavor always told him certain rules he had to follow, but Keigo always got a bit testy with him by replying with something that was smart-assy. 

Endeavor wasn’t fond of the way Keigo spoke to him most of the time, but now that Keigo was known by the public eye, he couldn’t risk the winged-hero telling the press about the conditions the hero commission had him living in for most of his life, all the mistreatment they tried to mask it by saying, “It’s just hero training!”

And Keigo wasn’t fond of the way Endeavor treated him, but, when Keigo actually thought about it, he had nowhere to go. He didn’t have anywhere to call home. He damn sure wasn’t going back to his parents, hell, he wasn’t even sure if they were alive. 

Countless times he’d thought about what would happen if he ended up asking Endeavor if he could see them just one more time, but Keigo couldn’t bring himself to care enough about their well-being to even consider having the conversation with him. He knew he was supposed to feel bad, but he couldn’t. 

Each time he tried to feel pity for his parents, he remembered that they were lied to by Endeavor & the hero commission and ended up just giving their child up for free, not getting a single paycheck for their kid. It was funny to him. They thought they were going to be filthy rich, but ended up being a couple of nobodies who were now child-less, possibly homeless, possibly deceased, who knows? He wished nothing but guilt onto them, he wanted them to feel what he felt his entire life. 

Endeavor couldn’t deny his feelings, either. It wasn’t many, but there were times where he wanted to pull-out of the deal with Keigo’s parents and let the man live a normal childhood, much like he deserved, but at the end of the day, Endeavor wouldn’t even do that for his own children. Why would he do it for Keigo?

He’d often find himself thinking about this, thinking about how different Keigo would be had he not stepped into his life. That’s how he ended up here, seated on his desk as he waited for Keigo to come knocking at his door. 

He was brought out of his thoughts by the sound of something thumping against his office’s window. He turned his head, only to be greeted by Keigo standing at the glass door on the office’s balcony. 

Endeavor looked up at him, startled. “Keigo..” he mumbled, standing up to unlock the glass door. Endeavor blinked as he watched Keigo walk into his office. “Why didn’t you come in through the door?”

Keigo brushed off his jacket, shrugging. “I had a nice lunch, decided that I could work off the calories by flying in.” Keigo said to him, clicking his tongue. Keigo walked over to Endeavor’s desk, sitting down in his big, leather spinny chair.

Endeavor furrowed his brows, closing the door. “Whatever. Takami. You know how I feel about you sitting in my seat—“

“Yeah, yeah. How long have you known me, Number One? I’m here on time, so just tell me what you called me here for. I’m a busy man, I’ve got important things to do.” He spun around in the chair, bending his head back to keep eye contact with Endeavor. 

Endeavor sighed deeply, sitting down in one of the chairs in front of his desk. “Anyways,” he leaned in. He knew what he was about to say was a terrible decision. Of course, it was one made by Endeavor. “Do you remember your training days?”

Keigo blinked, tilting his head. He almost had a look of annoyance. “‘Do you remember your training days?’ Of course I do. Did you think I forgot any of it?” He mocked Endeavor.

Endeavor bit down on his lip. “Well… do you remember Y/N?” Endeavor asked Keigo.

 Oh, boy…

How could Keigo ever forget?

He had multiple videos of them saved on his phone while they were on TV interviews, he kept up with them as if he was their #1 fan… in a way he was? 

Every night he heard about them being on TV, he’d stay up until he couldn’t keep his eyes open just so he could hear their smooth voice. He remembers the night where their hero costume was revealed, he was practically drooling in front of his TV. He’d replay the videos countless times during his night shift, too. He’d have their voice ringing through his airpods while he was on patrol. 

He was so happy for them when they were announced the #3 hero, of course, they were beaming on the screen and Keigo could have sworn he saw a twinkle in their eyes. He remembers them thinking they couldn’t become a top hero with their “stupid quirk”, though Keigo always believed in them and didn’t allow them to talk down about themselves.

He couldn’t go to sleep unless he rewatched at least an hour's worth of content. He could replay them in his head word for word, he never got sick of seeing the same ones, hearing the same stupid podcast. 

He’d listen to their voice to calm down after a hard day at work. He would use them as therapy, as an escape. Keigo would no doubt consume fan content if he wasn’t absolutely disgusted by their fans. They’d sexualize them, speak about them in ways that only he was allowed to. In his mind, Keigo was the only one who was allowed to think of them in that way. 

That wasn’t it, no, no. Keigo would constantly daydream about the day they would be with him. He’d fantasize about what his lips would feel like pressed against their skin, against their—

Keigo stopped spinning in the chair, gripping the armrests. “Yeah. ‘Course. I remember the day you took the love of my life away from me, too.” 

“They weren’t dating you.”

“Just get on with what you were saying, Endeavor. If you’re gonna talk about what you did and why you did it, I’m all ears.” 

Endeavor for once was debating with himself. He had a conversation with All Might about this, and Toshinori of course disagreed with him. 

“Endeavor. All I’m saying is he can’t handle seeing them again. You can’t just let him be the one who shows them around because you’re too busy. Why do you think we’ve avoided this for years?”

“You’re the one who told them they could come back to Japan. I didn’t say that! If they move back, nothing is going to stop that boy from finding them. And that’s. Your. Fault.”

“My fault?! Last time I checked, I didn’t groom Keigo into being a hero. I’m doing my job as Y/N’s mentor. You’re the one who has a track record of being a shitty authority figure.” 

“...Why can’t you help them settle in? They’re your student. Are you not capable of being All Might anymore?”

“Oh, so you’re trying to be funny? You know if I were to do it, I wouldn’t be able to protect them if something happened. You know this, Endeavor.”

“Whatever. He can’t be that mental anymore.” 

Endeavor took in a breath, looking up at Keigo. “They're coming back to Japan. I need you to help them settle in. You know, show them around town, help them move into their new home..”

Endeavor could see Keigo’s wings flutter at the sound of that. He cursed himself for not listening to All Might, but he couldn’t just agree with Toshinori as stubborn as he was. You’d never catch Endeavor agreeing with anything the former number 1 hero had to say. He’s always held too much resentment to allow himself to agree with anything his said. His fragile pride was too strong.

Keigo blinked a couple times, his eyes going wide. “You’re… serious?” Keigo asked him, sinking into the chair. He didn’t know how to feel, his palms got all sweaty and his cheeks grew pink. “Don’t joke with me, Endeavor.”

“I’m not joking. Toshinori can’t do it, if someone targets them, he’d be useless. I’m going to be busy,” doing absolutely nothing, “and you’re the next best hero. So I trust you.” Bad idea. 

Keigo nodded his head. “I can do it! When… When am I gonna see them?” he asked, placing his hands on the desk in front of him.

“Tomorrow. Their flight comes in tomorrow at 12 PM. But Keigo, we need to have a talk.” Endeavor folded his hands on his lap, leaning in to make eye contact with him.

Keigo rolled his eyes, looking at the man. “What? A talk about what? What could we possibly talk about other than their arrival? Unless you’re going to apologize.” Keigo asked him. He just wanted to know more about tomorrow, he didn’t give a shit about whatever Endeavor had to say.

“You know what? Nevermind. Be at the airport by 11 AM, don’t lose them.”

Keigo smiled, standing up from the seat. He straightened his jacket. “I’ll tell you how it goes, Enji.” He said to him, moving onto the window. 

Endeavor watched as the man flew off. 

What has he done?

[myhockeyworld87]

Bubble Wrapped - Part 9

Word Count: 4,396

POV: Reader

Warnings: Same as always, Language, Smut, NSFW, Please see the note in the Masterlist

Teams: Bruins, Caps, Flyers, Lightning, Pens, Jackets, Canes, Islanders (more to come)

Notes: Finally part 9! Thank you guys for being patient with me as I finally got back to writing. I’m not sure if anyone is still interested in this story now that Bubble is officially over. So please let me know if I should continue you on with this story or just let it drop off. At any rate, here’s the next part, so happy reading!

"Earth to (Y/N)! Are you in there?" Carly asked as she tapped on the front desk where you would like to say that you were lost in thought, but in reality; you'd just sort of spaced out. When you didn't reply right away; Carly said, "Are you done moping yet? It's been almost a week."

 "Please, stop exaggerating. It hasn't been a week." Sometimes Carly could be so dramatic, you thought to yourself.

 "Bitch, his team got ousted last Friday and today is Thursday. I might not have the fancy education you do, but that's six days which means tomorrow is a week." She pointed her finger directly at you. "You, Miss (Y/LN), have been sulking around this hotel for about five days too many by my count." It was hard not to roll your eyes but you suppressed it all the same. "Look I know…" she brought her voice to a whisper, "Sidney…must have been amazing in bed. Though why you haven't told me all the details yet; I'm baffled? Like seriously sis, spill the beans."

 This time you couldn't hold back as your eyes practically rolled back into your head at your soon to be former best friend if she kept this line of questioning up. "And what makes you think that I slept with Sid? How do you know I'm not pining over Tyler or someone else for that matter."

 "Well, I saw him leave. I'm not blind. The man literally couldn't take his eyes off you and the look on your face!" She pulled her lip down in a pout and mimicked a look of utter devastation. "You were a puppy that someone had not only kicked to the curb but then got run over."

 "I wasn't that bad."

 "Ok, well maybe not run over by like a car, but definitely by a bike." A chuckle escaped your lips and you supposed you were kind of upset that Sid and the Pens were headed back to Pittsburgh. "Oh my god, was that a smile? I haven't seen that in days." She pressed the back of her hand to your forehead.

 "What are you doing now?" You frowned at her.

 "Checking to make sure you don't have a fever."

 "Stop," you said starting to giggle. "Someone will think I have Covid or something." Carly joined you in laughter and you had to admit it actually felt kind of good. You hadn't realized that you were being such a Debbie Downer once Sidney had left, but once you started laughing your heart felt a little lighter.

 "See, I knew she was in there. Welcome back!" Carly came around the desk and hugged you. "Though I'm still going to make a suggestion to you." You cocked your head in inquiry. "Why don't you take the day off?" She could tell that you were going to say something but she held you off with a wave of her hand. "We came in the bubble two weeks before the players and they've been here for almost three. That's five weeks and you have yet to take one day to yourself. You've insisted the rest of us take off at least one day a week if not two. I think you should do the same." While Carly's plan sounded great, you really couldn't see yourself just taking the day to lounge at the pool or in your suite.

 "What if there's another fight? Or the kitchen catches on fire? Or…" She didn't let you come up with any more scenarios.

 "Someone will call you. See that thing right there." She picked up your cell phone. "It's amazing and lets us talk to you if we need something."

 "But what would I do? It's not like I can go get drunk at a club or something."

 Carly sighed heavily, "I have to do everything for you don't I?" She was definitely skating on thin ice in the friend department. "Why don't you go sit by the pool, or go for a run over in the stadium. It's a beautiful summer day, get out there and enjoy it. Besides you're starting to look pale, a little sun would do you some good." She grabbed your wrist and start to haul you out from behind the desk. "Then tonight, crack open a bottle of wine, take a hot bubble bath….maybe with one of these hot men that can't quit staring at you."

 "Oh stop, they are not staring at me."

 "Girl, would you look around." You did as she said, watching guys from different teams mill about the front lobby. There were some definite stares in both yours and Carly's direction. "See that one there," she pointed over to Jake Debrusk. "I swear he comes down to the lobby just drool over you, or what about that one. I think Brayden said his name was Joel Edmundson. He also mentioned something about him and crop tops, but then well he stopped talking when that sent my eyes wandering a little too far south for his pleasure. The man really can get jealous."

 "Can you blame him, Car? There are very few women in this bubble and quite a few men." The ratio was well to your advantage; that's for sure. "He's afraid he could lose you to one of these other guys."

 "Will never happen. But you're distracting me." She was now dragging you towards the elevators. "Now get your little butt up there and go do something fun for the day." She pushed the button and the elevator doors opened. "Oh! I expect to get notes or something if there are any hookups. Don't pull that shit you did with you know who."

 "What? I can't hear you." You told her as the door slid close. Faintly you heard something about bullshit and probably a few other choice words. Once you were in your suite, you decided to take Carly's suggestion and head over to the stadium for a little run. It had been quite some time that you'd actually gotten on the pavement instead of the treadmill and hopefully, it would clear your head of any lingering thoughts of Sidney. You quickly changed into some running shorts, a sports bra and one of those famous crop tops Carly was talking about Joel Edmundson wearing; then slipped on your sneakers and AirPods, and headed outside.

 Carly had been right. It was a gorgeous day to be outside. The sky was the most beautiful shade of blue, with white puffy clouds that reminded you of cotton dotting it throughout. You could still hear the light buzz of traffic from the city, as you made your way over to the stadium. Carly, forgot to mention that Islanders happened to be using the facility when you got there, but then you supposed that it was always busy except for the evening. You almost turned around, and went back to the hotel, not wanting to interrupt their time, but you saw a few other non-team members wandering about and figured that taking a little run shouldn't bother anyone.

 Cranking up the music, you started at a nice leisurely jog, just warming your legs up, as you made your way about halfway around before kicking it up at a faster pace. The sun felt good on your body as well as the fresh air getting in your lungs. You were off in your own world as you continued what was probably your fourth lap around the place when something came flying out in front of you. You stopped in your tracks.

 "Sorry about that," Mat Barzal said as he came over to retrieve what you now knew was a frisbee. "Didn't mean to interrupt your run." His shirt was off and sweat glistened on his well-defined abs.

 "It's no biggie," you told him as you went to put your earbud back in and continue on with your run.

 His hand went to reach for your wrist, but he caught himself before he grabbed you, though the action made you stop anyway. "Sorry again," this time you just smiled, which in turn made Mat smile and that was something to behold. "You're (Y/N) right?" you nodded and it really didn't feel strange now that almost every NHL player knew your name. "You wouldn't be interested in a game of spikeball; would you? We need another player."

 "Oh, um…" You were kind of stunned by him asking you, not that you didn't want to play. It was just, you were sure there had to be someone else that was probably better than you.

 "Please," there was this little puppy dog look in his eyes, and you were done for.

 "Sure," you told him, then followed him over to where Anthony Beauvillier and Derick Brassard were hanging out by the spikeball game. "I'm warning you, I not a professional athlete like you guys."

 "Don't worry, it's just a friendly little game." Mat told you, and yet somehow you figured even the friendliest of games with these guys would be competitive. Introductions were made, not that you didn't know who these guys were, but it was still a nice gesture. "So, I'll take (Y/N)." Mat declared.

 "What if I want her on my team?" Tito interjected and you really didn't feel that you were that great of a player to fight over, though to be honest, you had a feeling it wasn't about the ball game.

 "Well, so you kids don't fight. (Y/N) and I will be partners." Derick decided to chime in.

 "Guys, I'm not that good." You felt the need to be at least upfront with them.

 "I'm sure you're great," Derick said, while he wrapped his arm around your shoulders.

 "The only fair way to settle this is rock, paper, scissors." This from Tito, as he made a fist preparing for the game, the other two joined him. Tito and Mat both picked scissors, effectively cutting out Derick who had chosen to go with paper. Now down to the two friends, it took two tries before they didn't pick the exact same gesture. In the end, it was Mat who won with a paper to cover up Anthony's rock.

 "Guess it's you and me." Mat said steering you over to his side of the net. "You know we're skins right?" there was a teasing note to his voice, along with a twinkle in his eye, to tell you he was joking. But to call his bluff, you simply stripped off your crop top and tossed it over to the side, leaving you clad in only your sports bra. All three guys' eyes about popped out of their heads as you reached for the hem of the bra.

 "Trust me, boys, you'll have to work a lot harder than that to get the rest off," you teased as you dropped your arms back down. "Well, are we going to play or what?" They chuckled at your joke, though you were pretty sure you saw Derick adjust his shorts and his cock.

 The game was fairly friendly at first, and it took you back to your high school days on the volleyball team, though it was a far cry from your setter's position that you played. You and Tito ran into each other at least three times and you were pretty sure the third one was on purpose just so he could steady you by grabbing not only your hips but your ass as well. There were a ton of volleys and points seemed hard to come by, but overall, you had a blast. Mat carried your team, but you held your own from time to time. Close to the end of the game, all four of you were sweating and the other two guys had joined Mat in going shirtless. You knew you were going to have to thank Carly for giving you the suggestion of coming over here, just for the sights alone.

 The game was all tied up, and you had no idea how it had gotten to that point. You were pretty sure someone had to have lost count at some point, but you weren't going to argue as you were having too much fun. "Ok match point. We got this (Y/N)." Mat told you, then gave you a high five before the ball was served. You hit it over to Mat with ease and he spiked it onto the net. The volley went back and forth a few times, each time getting more and more difficult to return. You thought for sure on Mat's last spike over that there was no way they were going to get the ball. However, Derick's quick reflexes had him tossing it back over to Tito, who set Derick back up for a soft spike. The ball fluttered to the ground and both you and Mat dove trying to reach it. It all played out in slow motion in your head, you could almost foresee the two of you clunking heads which would probably result in both of you getting a concussion, but at the last second, Mat rolled to his side instead, grabbing you as he did so he absorbed most of the impact. As you both landed on the ground, he moved so that his back was now on the grass with your body on top of him.

 You were a bit stunned at first but recovered quickly. "Are you ok? You're not hurt, are you?" The words tumbled out of your mouth as you went to get up, only to have Mat's arms pin you closer to his body. That's when you felt his cock stiffen. Maybe it was the action of sliding down his body slightly so that you could see his face that caused it, or maybe it was just your body pressed against his; you weren't entirely sure. All you knew was that it was definitely hard and seemed to have a bit of length to it, which made you want to get Mat in this same position only without prying eyes.

 "I'm ok." Mat said, drawing you back to your present circumstance.

 "Looks like we won." Tito gloated from above you, reminding you that you couldn't stay like this for much longer.

 "I'm not so sure about that." Mat whispered before rolling you onto your back, his weight all on his forearms before he lifted himself up off the ground then helped you up as well. "Good game," he said to his teammates, making you wonder if you'd actually heard what he said correctly.

 You shook hands with both Tito and Derick, before you all headed over to grab some water, making idol chit chat for a bit. It wasn't long before they were being told that they had to leave the arena as their time was up and another team was coming in within the hour. "It was a lot of fun guys, thanks for inviting me to play," you told them.

 "Our pleasure," Derick said, and you could've sworn you heard Tito say that he would play with you anytime. The double entendre was not lost on you.

 "I'm sure I'll see you around the hotel." You told them all then headed out of the arena as well, though in a different direction as your hotel was the other way. You'd just made it into the alcove when you heard Mat calling your name.

 "You forgot this," he said handing you, your crop top. "Can't have you going back to the hotel like that."

 "Thanks."

 Mat shifted his weight from foot to foot a few times, before saying. "Can I walk you back?"

 "Sure," you told him. "I mean as long as you don't have to go back with the team."

 "Nah, we have the next hour free still." Well, that was interesting information that you took in as you continued around the empty halls of the stadium. Mentally, you calculated how much time it would take to get to your suite and then for Mat to get back to his place. It was definitely more than an hour, so if you were going to have a little fun it was going to have to be here. Your eyes darted around, looking for the perfect spot. "What are you doing?"

 It was right at that moment that you found the ideal location. "This," you answered, grabbing Mat's hand and pulling him into the spot that would conceal you both in case anyone would walk by. As soon as you were ensconced inside, your lips found his. You pulled his neck down to meet your mouth, kissing him with abandonment. Mat caught on quick to your plan and quickly took control, pinning you against the wall as his mouth plundered inside yours. His tongue danced with yours, as his hands skimmed up your body, sending shivers down your spine.

 A lock of Mat's hair dipped down to his forehead and your hands moved up to push it back, though you didn't stop there as you let them sift through his thick mane. He moaned into your mouth, as your hands raked through his hair, nails slightly scraping his scalp. He devoured your whole with his mouth as if he couldn't get enough of you and the whole time you just wanted more of him. Mat's thigh came up between your legs, and you wantonly pressed your cunt down upon him. "Fuck baby," he whispered. "That's it, grind down on me." It wasn't like you needed to hear the words, but they still made you damp coming from his mouth. He released your mouth finally, but only so he could trail his lips down your neck to your breasts. His hands pushed your bra up, and you felt your arms reaching up to the sky so that he could remove it completely. "I've been wondering what these looked like the whole fucking game." His head fell back slightly so he could take your breasts in and you felt your nipples harden under his stare. "Fucking perfect," he panted out before capturing a pert nipple in his mouth.

 "Fuck Mat," you gasped as he lightly bit down. Hips now desperate, you continued to grind down on Mat's thick thigh as he lavished each of your breasts with attention. You whimpered, trying to find that perfect position against him that would put you over the edge, but then Mat moved his thigh away.

 "I can't," he said and your brain was too fogged from chasing your high to register what he meant before his fingers were sliding under the waistband of your shorts and panties. "Damn baby, I can't believe how wet you are." His fingers slid inside your pussy with ease and you moaned out with pleasure as he scissored two of them in, while his thumb pressed against your clit. "You like that," his whispered then sucked on your nipple again. "God, I want you to cum on my fingers so bad." They started to pump in and out of you then. "Can you do that pretty girl? Can you cum for me?"

 Fuck you loved it when he talked dirty like that. The combination of his words and his actions sending you spiraling into orgasm. "Mat," you called out as your body trembled.

 "Yeah baby, say my name. Tell everyone who's making you cum." He kept fingering you through the orgasm, pressing kisses all over your chest and neck. "So, fucking pretty." You slumped back against the wall, head going back as your body was finally sated. Mat pressed his fingers deep inside you one last time before withdrawing them and bringing them to his lips. His tongue darted out, licking up the length of them before he brought them to your lips. "Suck," it wasn't quite a command, but at the same time you didn't feel the need to disobey either and you wondered if the two of you had more time, what all Mat could come up with. You licked your essence off his digits, letting your tongue glide up his long fingers. It was Mat's turn to groan this time and you felt him go a little weak, so you took advantage and twisted you both so that he was now against the wall.

 You kissed him hard, before sliding down onto your knees taking his shorts and boxer briefs with you. Mat inhaled sharply as your hands skated back up his meaty thighs you were riding moments ago. Eyes locking with his, your tongue slipped out and licked the head of his cock, tasting the precum that was oozing from it. Your lips wrapped around the head then and you heard as well as felt his sigh of content before his fingers threaded through your hair. "Fuck (Y/N), that feels so good." His hand gently urged you to take more, and so you did. "That's it, baby, just like that." Your lips sunk down on as much of his cock as you could take in, while your hand fisted him at the base. Sucking him back out, you let your teeth lightly rake along his cock and he hissed out another fuck but thrust hips forward wanting you to take him back in. You did, but slowly centimeter by centimeter. Mat's head fell back against the wall. "You're killing me." Your lips smiled around his cock as you started to take him and out of your mouth.

 Mat was breathing was labored, as he fisted his hand around your hair, holding it back so he could see your face as you took him inside your mouth. Your tongue pressed up against the underside, and you felt him twitch in response. Letting your fingers dance along his thighs, you slithered them up to his balls where you cupped them and gave them a gentle squeeze. "Fuck, yeah," Mat panted, his hips now rocking into your mouth. Relaxing your throat, you hummed so that you could take him deeper. "Jesus," he hissed out, his hand now tightening on the back of your skull as he thrust again, this time shooting his cum down the back of your throat. You swallowed what you could, though some dribbled out and down your chin; that only turned Mat on more. "You're so fucking gorgeous right now." He told you, as he helped you back to your feet, where his lips locked with yours. You were half-naked from the waist up and Mat from the waist down, but you didn't care as you made out with him against the wall of the stadium. Time sort of stood still as the two of you entwined not only your mouths but your bodies. His hands going from your ass, then to your back, to your neck and then breasts, all at the same time. Off in the distance, you heard a noise, and you realized the other team must be coming in.

 You broke the kiss, though Mat chased after your lips still wanting that contact with you. "I think someone's coming." He heard it then, the idle chatter of voices still far enough away, but you weren't sure for how long.

 "Fuck, I thought we had more time." He reluctantly let you out of his embrace, but only so that you could both pull your clothes back on. Mat grabbed your crop top and slipped it back over your head, before pulling you back in for a kiss. "You're pretty amazing, you know that?" All you could do was blush. "I'm not just talking about back there either." You cocked your head at him, as the two of you headed back to Hotel X, fingers entwined. "I might be staying at Royal York, but everyone talks about how great it over at your place and how it's all because of you. You're like some legend or something."

 God, you were hoping that they weren't talking about all the sexual things that had gone on with other players. "Well, I'm glad everyone's happy. I'm really just doing my job."

 "Hopefully, I'll be over there soon," Mat added with a little wink to you, and you realized you wouldn't mind having him in your hotel at all. In fact, it would be a lot of fun. "I guess I have to let you go, huh?" You were now standing in front of the hotel and short of asking Mat up to your room, which you knew there wasn't time for; your interlude with him was coming to an end.

 "Well, you know you're more than welcome to use any of the facilities we have here anytime." It was your turn to give Mat a little wink.

 "I just might have to do that. We have a game tomorrow, but I'm sure I'll be needing to use the tennis courts or that pool sometime soon."

 "Well, make sure you stop and tell me hi when you're here."

 He chuckled at your comment. "Oh, there is no way I would forget to do that." He wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you close to him, before dropping a kiss to your lips. Part of you was hesitant that someone might be watching but then it didn't matter because when Mat kissed you, it seemed like no one else even existed. "I gotta go." He finally said breaking away. "But I'll see you soon."

 "I'll hold you to that promise." He pecked your lips one more time before heading in the direction of his hotel.

 Thankfully, things were running smoothly at the hotel, so you decided to continue taking Carly's advice and head upstairs for a long hot bubble bath. Pouring yourself a glass of wine, you let the water get to the perfect temperature before sinking down into it. You sighed as you took a sip of the crisp tasting vintage as soft music played in the background. The only thing you were missing was a few pieces of chocolate to make this entire thing perfect. Well, and maybe Mat, for that man truly was something. You let your mind drift to thoughts of him and his rock-hard abs. What you wouldn't give to have him here right now, sliding into the water and into your pussy. Those thoughts were cut short as your phone rang. Damn, you thought, just when things were getting good.  

[marleyrose17]

Almost Paradise ( Owen Patrick Joyner Fic )

Hey everyone! This story is gonna be a Owen Patrick Joyner story and I will be pairing the reader with Owen, so I’ll put Y/N anytime the main character is mentioned or is talking. This is my first story since high school so please bear with me as the writing will slowly become better the more I write. I hope all you fellow Owen simps like myself like this story. FYI this story takes place if COVID 19 never existed. Please check out my best friend Sydney ( @imsydneywalker) for cute Charlie Fics. Love Yall.

Summary: Y/N just turned 22 and decided to make a spontaneous trip to L.A California USA from Dieppe,New Brunswick, Canada to visit her best friend Charlie Gillespie for her 22nd birthday present to herself. He doesn’t know she’s coming, hence the surprise. But little does she know would she get a little surprise of her own on her way to America.

Chapter 1: Someday

House outfit: https://urstyle.fashion/styles/2814065

*Week before Reader’s birthday* 2021

Y/N’s thoughts: It has been forever since I’ve last seen my best friend Charles Jeffrey Gillespie or how I like to call him Arlo *as I hold onto the necklace he gave me for my 15th birthday*. Weird nickname I know, but I’ve been calling him that since kindergarten and I’m not changing it. It’s almost my 22nd birthday so I felt like I should treat myself to a present of seeing my best friend for a little while. Momma bear doesn’t know yet but I don’t think she’ll care as much since she loves Charlie as one of her own kids, so just taking a trip cross country shouldn’t be too hard to tell her. Right? Let’s find out.

*Y/N walks down to the kitchen from her bedroom*

“Hey mami,” Y/N says as she sits on one of the barstools, popping a green grape and dipping it into nutella into her mouth.

“Yes Y/N nickname?” Y/N’s mom says in a what do you want tone, while finishing cleaning up the kitchen after dinner.

“What?” Y/N asks.

“I already know you want something. You never come back downstairs after dinner unless you’re getting a snack or you want something. I’m your mother, remember.”

“Damn, that predictable huh? Anyways, yes I wanted to ask you something or more like tell you something. So I was thinking for my 22nd birthday I could possibly fly down to America and see your adopted son for a couple weeks. You know I’ve been wanting to move down to L.A so why not go for my birthday. I’d obviously stay at Arlo’s, money shouldn’t be an issue since I’ve been saving plus birthday money from past years. Sooo?” Y/N finishes saying while looking at her mom with puppy eyes.

“You already bought your plane ticket didn’t you?” your mom says while staring at you with one eyebrow raised.

“.... maybe…. no actually, I wanted to see what you’d say first before splurging.” Y/N  says while looking down at the bowl of grapes and looks up again to smile cheeky at her mom.

Your mom rolls her eyes and laughs. “ Sure, why not. Do you want me to call Maman J so she can tell Charlie?” your mom asks.

“No no, I want it to be a surprise. It’s kind of a birthday present to myself since Arlo decided to be like “ I wanna be an actor and blah blah blah”. You say mimicking him.

“Alright, well as an early birthday present, I’ll buy your ticket. Should I make it a round trip or a one way?”

“Ummm make it a one way trip, I’ll let you know when I want to come home. You know Arlo, he always has some random hiking trip he wants to take, and knowing him he might drag me to one of those trips” you say rolling your eyes.

“No problem. You better go upstairs and start packing.” your mom says.

*You dip one last green grape into nutella and pop it into your mouth before you hop off the bar stool to give your mom a kiss* “You’re the best mami!”

*You run back to your room and start planning the whole trip*

*5:30pm One day before reader’s birthday and your flight*

*you're sitting on your bed finishing up some last minute packing, when you hear a knock at your door.*

“Come in.” Y/N says without turning around.

“Hey hun.” your mom says.

*you turn around to face your mom* “Hey mami, whats up?” *you say while sitting on top of your luggage trying to close it*

Your mom chuckles, “Here is your plane ticket for your flight, it's at 5:55am, you have a connecting flight to Oklahoma City, Oklahoma which will have a connecting flight to L.A.X.”, your mom says handing you the tickets. “So you better finish packing and get some rest.”

*You reach for the tickets while trying not to fall of your luggage* “Awesome, thanks mami.”

“No problem, just get some rest ok. I will drive you to the airport.” your mom says while walking out of your room.

“Ok!” you yell through the door. *You finally got the luggage to close* “YES!” you say standing up on the edge of your bed but then proceed to fall off your bed in the process which leads to a loud thud hitting the floor. “I’M OK!” you yell before your mom asks.

You place your luggages and carry ons by your door and start getting ready for bed. You look into the mirror one last time and stare at the picture of you and Charlie at the waterfront, ( https://www.instagram.com/p/B-suC_WF8Cu/) ( just pretend its yall, I know its like his cousin or friend)

“L.A.X I’ll see you tomorrow.” you say to yourself before walking to bed.

*Reader’s birthday* 3:00am

Airport Outfit: https://urstyle.fashion/styles/2813992 (girl on the left is what your hair looks like)

*your phone goes off at 3:00 am with the song I See Fire by Ed Sheeran playing from your phone softly.*

*You groan annoyingly wondering why you’re up so early, when you realize it is your 22nd birthday and you have a flight to catch in two hours. You spring out of bed, pop your airpods in and blair The OtherSide from The Greatest Showman and begin getting ready for your long day of flying*

*Dancing towards your bathroom, you turn on your shower to warm up and start brushing your teeth. You lay out the outfit you will be wearing to the airport on your bed, take out your headphones and head into the shower.*

*20 mins later. You hear a knock on your bathroom door*

“Almost done sweetie?” your mom asks.

“Yes, I’m just finishing up, I’ll be down soon.” you say through the door.

*Because you’re going to the airport you didn’t put too much makeup on, just enough to make yourself look kind of awake on the flights. You put your hair in a messy bun, put on your jean jacket, take one last look in the mirror before you shut off the light and head out.*

*You look around your room to make sure you grab any last minute items for your carry on. Especially making sure you have your Beats, charger, spare hair elastics and gum. You go to grab your luggage when you realize your mom already did and placed them in the car. Best mom ever. You grab your guitar case and your bag and head out.*

*Skip the car ride, you’re already at the airport*

“You’re sure you have everything right?” your mom asks while taking the stuff out of the car.

“Yes, I promise, I have everything I need. If I forgot anything important I will call you and have it shipped to Arlo’s.” you say while closing the trunk of the car.

“Alright, have a safe trip hun, please be safe and try not to get Charlie in too much trouble ok?” your mom says while hugging you goodbye.

*GASP* “ HEY! I’m a good noodle, Arlo’s the one who dared me to jump in the fountain at the mall. You know me I could never pass up a good dare.” you say while breaking the hug.

“Haha, yes I know which leads you to getting sick. Remember, it was winter.” your mom retorts back.

“ Yeah yeah I know, I’m still a good noodle though.” You chuckle while grabbing your stuff again.

Your mom shakes her head, “Go before you miss your flight silly.” She says while turning you around.

“Ok, ok I get it you want me gone.” You say laughing while walking towards the automatic doors.

“OH SWEETIE!” your mom calls out.

You turn around. “Yes?” you ask

“Happy Birthday!” your mom yells in front of everybody.

You stare at her like really. “Thanks mami. I love you too”

*You walk inside the airport and walk towards the check in line to check in all your luggages.*

*Skip to you’re already on the plane before take off.*

*You check your phone for the time, plug in your Beats, place them on and hit shuffle before. You look out the window watching the sun just barely starting to rise before you close it and begin to read your book, for the next 4 hours.*

*4 hours later*

*You finish up one of your books, you pull off your headphones just in time to hear the pilot announce that you guys are about to land. You place your book and headphones back into your bag and prepare to land.*

* You get off the plane and check the time on your phone to notice that your connecting flight is almost here and you begin to panic. You check your ticket and realize that of course your flight is on the other end of the terminal, so you begin to run and book it to the other end, hoping you’ll make it on time.*

“Excuse me! Sorry! Sorry! Excuse me!” you say as you weave through airport traffic.

*Half way through your running spree you look down at your phone again to make sure you didn’t miss your flight when you feel your arm get tugged from behind you. You notice one of yours and someone else’s luggage clipped each other by the wheels and they both go flying. “Sorry, my bad.” you say as you grab a luggage, not even looking up to see who you collided with and go back to your sprinting.*

“Yes!” you say to yourself as you make it to your gate. The flight hasn’t boarded yet so you take a seat and wait for your row to be called. You get to your gate, hand the lady your ticket and proceed to board your flight.

*You place your carry-on luggage into the overhead bin and take your seat, when you notice a very sweaty guy just barely making it onto the flight. You chuckle to yourself.*

*3 hours later*

“Alright passengers, we will be landing very shortly. The weather today is 89 degrees, partly cloudy, and 40% of humidity. Welcome to Los Angeles, California passengers.” the pilot announces over the intercom.

*You place your headphones back on, and calmly this time walk off the plane and head towards baggage claim*

*As you’re waiting your favorite song Someday by Max Schneider starts to play. You begin to sway back and forth, humming to the tune when you then feel a tap on your shoulder. You turn around to see who it was and begin to stare at him weirdly wondering why you can’t hear the guy talk*

“Oh shit, my bad. Forgot.” you say as you take off your headphones to actually hear what the guy was saying.

“It's cool, all I was saying was that I was sorry for colliding with you back in Oklahoma. I wasn’t paying attention, I was in a rush and didn’t see you. It wasn’t until after that I noticed that the gate was in the opposite direction.” A dirty blonde guy explains to me.

“Oh no, it was totally my fault, I should have been looking up instead of on my phone. I guess we were both in a rush. But hey, I like your jean jacket. Pretty dope.” I say to him.

“Right back atcha.” he retorts.

*Awkwardly stands next to each other waiting for your luggage to arrive*

“Welp, that's my luggage. Have fun in L.A.” The guy says as he grabs his other luggage and heads towards the exit.

“Thanks, you too crash buddy.” you say back.

*you grab your luggages from the conveyor belt and pull to the side so you’re not in the way of people. You go to open one of your luggages to make sure nothing spilled on the flights/crash over, when you notice that the things in one of the luggages isn’t yours.*

“Shit, I must have accidentally switched luggages with that guy back in Oklahoma.” you say to yourself as you look around to hopefully see if he is still around.

*You close up the luggage, and begin to gather your things and head towards the exit, hoping the guy hasn’t left the airport yet. You get to the exit, head outside and don’t see the guy you bumped into.*

“Damn it!” you say defeated, “How will I ever get my stuff back? What a way to start off my birthday.”

*You get an uber and head towards Arlo’s place*

[getitinbusan]

Show Me Your Room -

Jeongguk established relationship

Fluffy smut : Part of the GCU

The studio sat abandoned, the call of dinner pulling everyone away for the evening. The last two cars in the parking lot, you presumed belonged to security. 

"I can't believe I forgot my airpods. I'll just run in and grab them."

Leaning over to the passenger side he kissed your cheek. "Sorry I'm cutting into our date time." 

"Can I come see?" 

"Yeah? You really want to?"

"Of course! You think I'm not interested in what you do all day?" 

The long halls of the warehouse were lined with huge doors but only one had the BTS logo across it. The bright yellow sign read, "CLOSED SET - credentials must be shown for entry."

"Am I going to get in trouble for being here?"

"I think it'll be okay, but you'd better stay close." he winked  reaching for your hand. 

"This is where the magic happens!" He pushed the door open for you to enter. "Welcome to my room."

It was amazing, it could have been in anyone with a teenage boys' house. Your jaw hung open in awe at the details.

"A Surfboard? Clothes, look at all these posters. This is seriously cool!"

He laughed at your excitement. 

"So is this what your room at home looked like?"

"Are you kidding, my mom would never let me be this messy."

He slid his arm around your waist kissing the top of your head.

"And, she'd kill me if I ever had a girl in my room." 

Pulling away you looked at him seriously. "Jeongguk? Are you telling me you never had a girl...over?" 

He shook his head, "never"

"We need to fix that, baby that's sad." 

"Yeah? I'll drive, it'll take a few hours and my parents might be suspicious as to why we just showed up…" He dangled his car keys playfully. "but let's go." 

You punched his shoulder, "I'm not kidding Guk, let's take care of it." You looked towards the bed, "right now."

His face was dumbfounded but it held an open mouth grin like he was processing the scenario. 

Gently taking the car keys from his hand you threw them on the wooden desk. 

"Now's your chance, you've got me here, we're alone, I want you to show me your moves." 

"You're such a wild girl."

You kissed his neck, "tell me you don't like it," you could feel him hard against you.

"I love it, I love you." 

Your mouths met halfway, hard and needy against each other. 

"What about security?" he got out breathily while pulling his shirt off. 

"I'm trying to fulfill a fantasy here Guk...isn't part of it the fear of getting caught?"

Grabbing for the waist of his jeans you tugged him around to the bed and pushed him back. 

A loud bang and a string of expletives filled the air as Jeongguk's head hit the steeply sloped ceiling.

"Oh my god! I'm so sorry are you okay?" 

You lay on his chest and pushed his hair back, "Want me to kiss it better?"

He nodded in full pout until your lips were almost touching his.  Quickly blocking you with his hand, he playfully pushed your head back laughing, "uh uh...lower."

Leaving trails of kisses down his abs you smiled, "You say it like it's a punishment."

It had only been a few weeks since you became a couple, but you couldn't see yourself ever getting tired of Jeongguk. 

He moaned as you reached into his boxers and wrapped your hand around him. The soft honey skin taught over his hard swollen shaft in beautiful juxtaposition always made you desperate for him. He looked down at you smiling, Your cheeks flushed with colour.

"What?" 

"Nobodies ever made me feel the way you do." 

"I guess I'll take that as a compliment since your cock's not even in my mouth yet."

"I'm serious." 

Your tongue ran around the outline of his tip, "so serious…" 

Sliding your lips down his shaft he groaned, "seriously in love with you."

Wetness grew inside your panties as your mouth worked him over. Your hand slid easily up and down his saliva covered cock.

"Have I told you how pretty your cock is Guk?" 

He grabbed the pillow and held it over his face, "Stop, you're not supposed to say things like that." It was muffled but you could tell he was smiling.

Sitting to straddle him your hands creeped under his down filled hiding place and lifted the corner.

"Why? It is pretty."

Pulling your shirt over your head you pressed yourself against his bare chest.

"What should I say instead? Should I tell you it's huge and manly and I love how it ravages me?" 

"YES!" he flipped you quickly onto your back, "That's exactly what I want to hear." 

His face was lingering above you and he wiggled his eyebrows, "We should probably hurry before my parents come home and catch us." 

He slid your panties to the side and let his fingertip linger at your entrance.

"Jeongguk, do you think if we met in high school you would have liked me?" 

He took a pause, "I think," he kissed you softly, " That we are destined for one another in every lifetime and no matter where or when we continue to meet I will immediately recognize you as my soul mate." 

Your eyes locked and he tilted his head cutely at you.

"Jeongguk," 

"yes baby?" he wiped away the tear that had snuck out to roll down your cheek. 

"I'm gonna need you to ravage me with that pretty cock now." 

He sat up and hooked his fingers into your panties. Sliding them down your legs and over your feet he tossed them across the room. 

Meeting back together you laced your fingers through his hair kissing him wildly as he entered you. Moaning in unison as he bottomed out you both giggled.

"Do we do that everytime?"

"Everytime," he worked his hips into you. "and I hope it never stops."

His lips slid over your neck sending every nerve ending into a frenzy that made your toes curl. He felt so good filling you that your brain turned off and all you could see was a kaleidoscope of colours behind your eyes.

"Jeongguk, I'm so close, don't stop, please don't stop…" 

You could feel yourself fluttering around him. In such a short time  he'd already figured your body out. No matter how excited he got for his own climax he always made sure to keep his pace steady until you cried out his name. 

Sweat soaked skin slapped together as lips and hips synchronized to the grand finale. 

"Jeongguk," you cried out as he spurted into you collapsing in exhaustion.

Laying together wrapped in the thin plaid blanket you held on to one another catching your breath. 

"That was amazing," he kissed the top of your head.

"You know what else is amazing?" 

"What's that?" he asked.

"Food. I think we can still make our reservation if we hurry." 

He squealed in delight and jumped out of the bed. 

"Girl of my dreams prioritizing sex and food." 

Almost dressed you could hear footsteps getting closer. The door pushed open and security tentatively approached your scrambling figures.

"Everything okay in here?" 

-------------------

Laughing all the way to the car he wrapped his arms around you. 

"Jeongguk...I don't have my panties…" 

He kissed the back of your hand. "I'll find them when we come back to shoot tomorrow."

But he never did.

-------------------

Months later you sat in living room as he hurried up the hall towards you."

"They just sent the finished Dynamite MV babe are you ready to watch?" 

Pressing play he stopped about 40 seconds in to point excitedly. There, beside the backpack on the floor, your panties peeked into the frame. 

The untrained eye would have no idea, but he spotted them just a little too quickly and with just a little too much glee for it to be a coincidence. 

"Jeongguk, did you leave those there on purpose?" 

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[hopelessromanticvirgo]

Ground Control To Us

Sobbe social media au 6.10

Chapter 6.9

"You're not going to say my name and hang up on me again right?"

Sander usually hates when the curtains aren't blocking the light from his open windows but today, he pushed them away himself, made all the street light come in his room, on his bed, consuming him with his very thin blanket that he didn't even have on his body properly. His phone is sitting beside him, AirPods in his ears, even if he isn't hearing anything from them.

It's been like that for the past five minutes already. With the person on other side of the phone, from other side of the city, being silent, only listening to him talk until he can get ready and build up his courage to speak up, and Sander doesn't really mind. He can hear him breathing, he knows he's there.

The day started all right but as it got more bright out and the sun started going up, the things dramatically changed. Even his medicines weren't working and he ran out of them, went to get it but apparently his medical receipt date has also ran out and the pharmacist didn't give him. So he called his doctor, which he found out that was on a holiday and his colleague couldn't sign it of for him because of some dumb rules. He suggested doing and sending it online but it wouldn't be possible until tomorrow so for today he had to be without his meds. He sometimes goes without taking them but that never has a good result so he tries to do everything he can for his health, it's not like he can go without them now if he wants, since his mom and Senne always checks if he took them, which he's pretty grateful because sometimes, when he's very hype and energetic, he forget he needs them.

The worst thing about taking the medication frequently is getting used to it, like a drug, which it really is, in some kind of way, he's depend on it and it kills him when he realizes, like right now, that he can't live without them anymore.

So, the day wasn't already going well. Then he had a meeting with his manager and he completely destroyed him with questions and discussions. No matter how many times Sander said that he wanted to continue studying his art, he would attack him and try to change his mind. Sander already lost a year because of that and now he couldn't handle losing another one. After hours of talking and both of them saying their own thing and not agreeing with one other, he told Sander that they would discuss it later and he still had almost a month before the first semester would start if he wanted to keep making art and he kicked him out.

Sander knows he wants what's good for him but he can't help it, drawing is more important for him than singing so he's pretty sure, he will do whatever he wants in the end and not the other way around.

He also hit him with "you won't get any new contract if you decide to end it now. No more new songs, no more albums, no more band. You're not deciding this for yourself but for Senne too. I'm sure he wants to continue his music career. You just started getting more and more recognized, it's going so well and you have a big potential, why do you want to throw all that away from some paintbrushes?"

Sander almost kicked him in the jaw.

The other problem he ran into on the way back home was the rain. Not a single taxi stopped for him since probably all of them were full because of the weather and he had to walk all the way back home in a pouring rain for at least an hour, only to find out that his dumb head forgot his keys since when he left, his friend was at home and now, Senne went somewhere and he was locked out.

He called him and Senne told him that the maximum time he could come back home was two hours.

Sander tried finding if their landlord was at the building, he wasn't, so no extra keys could be used to get him inside and he waited outside, on his own doorstep until his friend came back and opened the door for him.

At least he got dry while sitting on a very cold stairs.

He thought that all his misery for today was over but no, the water decided to get extremely freezing when he was showering and he couldn't heat it up so when he was finished, his whole body was shivering and shaking.

He drank a hot tea.

It was kind of iconic since he was the one who decided that the day shouldn't be great after he couldn't get his medication. Originally he was in charge of his own moods but when the world just doesn't want you to have a good day, what can you do about it?

The other half was a little better, probably because he just stayed at home and there wasn't a lot of things that could possibly go wrong then.

And now he was on his head, it was almost eleven in the evening and he was on the phone with his Robbe.

Maybe the day started pretty bad but it could end differently?

When he realized that the only thing he knew that would turn this day upside down, he got even more upset. Since all he wanted to do was to see Robbe but he knew the boy wasn't ready for that and there would be no way, he'd agree. But then he also realized another thing, got his courage and asked him if he could talk to him.

Sander thinks that Robbe only agreed just because he was feeling bad but honestly, he'd take anything right now.

He could see that Robbe wasn't so sure about it at first but in the end, couldn't say no to him and maybe Sander is a little bit selfish and egoistic but he got happy he could use his horrible mood to make Robbe talk to him.

He was alright with taking things slow but sometimes it was killing him. He's not a very patient guy, he wants things when he wants and gets mad and sad like a littler toddler when he can't get them.

But even if he couldn't change his inner self, with Robbe, it was different. He respected his choices and he was ready to wait his whole life for him.

Sander still couldn't help but feel guilty about it.

Robbe warned him that he wouldn't be able to speak up for some time, and Sander was okay with that. It's been almost ten minutes since they started calling and the only person who has been talking was Sander. It got to the place where he was just thinking out loud, but he knew Robbe was listening, listening pretty closely too, to his every word and his voice's every tone, it made Sander feel pretty special.

But no matter how much he wanted to hear Robbe's voice again, now that it would be speaking directly at him, he was patient.

When he realized that Robbe was indeed pretty serious when he said that he wouldn't be able to say something, he let out a little laugh and told him that was alright and if he wasn't talking, he would do all the talking until he was ready and Sander was doing exactly that.

It was already a pretty big deal for both of them to be in that exact place that they are, right now and Sander didn't want to push him.

That's exactly what he was thinking about when he said:

"I'm sorry if you weren't ready for that and I made you. I hoped that after hearing that I wasn't feeling well, you wouldn't be able to say no to me. I used that fact and I feel guilty about it. I shouldn't have done that. I can't help but wonder if I'm pushing you hard? I know something I can be very pushy and I have already told you this but I hope I didn't make you feel uncomfortable, I really didn't want to do that and I'm sorry. I just really wanted to get my mind off of things and the only way I would really be able to do that is if I'd talk to you. Shit, I'm sure I made you feel weird. You're probably thinking about the time when you will be able to hang up and go to sleep and I'm so sorry for that. It makes me feel bad and I -

A soft and quiet "stop" could be heard from the other side of the line, but Sander was so out that he didn't even notice. Even if he did, he'd think he didn't hear it since he was pretty sure that in the end it would be only him, who would talk their whole call.

"Sometimes I do this thing where I completely ignore all the people and their wishes. It's not like it's my choice or I want to do it, it just kind of happens and when I realize that I did it, it's already too late and the person is upset with me. If they know about my thinking and stuff they just look at me with pity, you know? Like I can literally see "oh you poor and damaged thing" in their eyes and it always brings me down so hard that I can't get up on my feet for the next few days and that usually make their pity stronger. And if they don't know, well, let's just say that they immediately think that I'm a jerk and I don't care about other people's feelings. And I thought about it a lot and I'm so sorry if I made you feel like your own emotions didn't matter just because I was sad and wanted you to talk to me, maybe you thought that you couldn't say no or you didn't have a choice and I'm so sorry if that's what happened and -

"No." Another whisper but now Sander heard it loud and clear and he stopped in the mid sentence. His eyes were closed all this time, his arms behind his head, laying on his back, relaxed, so sure that he wouldn't get blessed with hearing the other boy's voice that he even didn't expect for him to make a sound and when he heard it, his eyes went wide and he sat up a little bit.

"What?" He asked, making sure if he really heard something or if his mind, filled with the desire to hear Robbe, was pulling tricks on him.

"Did you say something or am I going crazy?" When he heard a little cough, his eyes started shining, he could feel, Robbe was getting ready to say another word and he was now sure, he heard him just right.

"I said no." Robbe stopped and Sander waited, patiently, giving him all the time in the world that he needed and after a few minutes, Robbe continued, now sounding more sure and confident which made Sander smile.

"You didn't push me or anything like that. You didn't make me feel uncomfortable. And you shouldn't think that way. You and I, talking, is the best thing I could have asked for and you have no idea how thankful I am."

Sander is melting, he feels like the earth around him just moved and he got sucked to the ground, on his bed, the gravity pulling him down, he's spinning.

Just a few sentence and Sander can't get enough, he wants to hear more, he needs to hear more.

Fuck, he is so in love, there aren't enough words in this whole world, in every language's dictionary to explain the emotion he is feeling right now.

And when Robbe didn't stop, Sander is sure, he almost died.

"I was scared, I still am. And all this is so crazy and weird for me, just hearing you, the voice I have known almost my whole life and the voice I can't seem to live without and it's not just your voice, it's you, in flesh, talking, it's you, talking to me and no matter how much time will pass, I don't think I will be able to wrap my head around that and accept it. This means so much. If I can do at least something little to make you feel better is so much for me. And I'm not doing this just for you, I'm also doing this for me because I want it. And just never, ever think that you're too much or you make me feel uncomfortable. If I promised that I'd tell you if you made me feel bad, even if I know for sure, that it's impossible, I also want you to promise that you will stop judging and pushing yourself too hard. It's fine, you're fine, and we're fine, alright? I think I used, the word "fine" too much but you got what I said right?"

Sander is in a very big trouble, in a very big mess that he will never be able to get himself out of. And he doesn't want to.

Because if being this starstruck and in love means hearing Robbe talk to him, with his angelic and beautiful voice, he's ready to risk it all.

He's guilty that he didn't hear the half of the things he said, no matter how much he wanted, he just couldn't get over the fact that Robbe was talking to him. He got pulled into his voice so fast and hard that he forgot about everything else in his live, all his problems, all his pain.

Everything was pointless, just Robbe and his voice.

Fuck, Sander has it so hard.

He managed to hear the last part which made him laugh.

"I can't wrap my head around your cuteness. I wish I could see you now, getting all serious with me."

Robbe went quiet immediately and Sander was about to ask if he went in too deep when he heard Robbe taking a breath.

"I also wish I could see you now. Where are you?"

Sander smiled, being proud that he was talking back to him and it just hit him, they were having a conversation, on the phone, in real life.

"Why so you can imagine me?"

It obviously was a joke, his mood shifted drastically in the past hour but when Robbe said "yeah" Sander was taken a back.

He got a little surprised and blinked a few times.

Damn, he forgot how step forward this boy was with him when he opened up before he found out the truth.

"Well, I'm in my room and I'm -

"Describe it for me." Robbe interrupted him which again came shocking to Sander but he quickly got over it.

He got so happy that he started opening up.

"The walls are soft orange color, it's more of a brown tone and it's light. I have a lot of my favorite posters and music albums in a glass frame, hanging up on them. The bed I'm on right now is standing in the middle of the room, and I have a big closet on my right and a window on my left. In front of a bed, there is a huge desk/table, and a little storage cabinets for art supplies and more clothes. Next to the table, in the corner of a room I keep my guitars, I had four but Senne broke one of them and now it's only three. I don't have a carpet on the floor. Oh, I also have a mirror next to the table, and of course the door, which is almost always slightly open, because since I was a child, I wasn't able to sleep with the door full closed, it makes me feel claustrophobic. Does this answer your question?"

"It does. I always wondered what your room looked like."

Sander wanted to say "now you know" but for some reason, he decided to stay quiet and for some time, both of them were laying down in silence.

This was the best silence Sander has even been a part of.

Comfortable, soft, real.

Sander was about to ask Robbe about his room when he was greeted with a question himself.

"How are you feeling?"

"I feel great now that you're here." He said since it was the truth. It was insane how this one boy could turn everything around for him and he didn't even know it.

The sad voice answered him with "I'm not there though." And Sander could literally hear how much that sentence hurt and tried to reassure him.

"Maybe not now, but someday you will. I can guarantee you."

Sander heard Robbe giggled and that's the most amazing sound he has heard all his pathetic life.

"What?" He didn't say anything funny, it made him feel a little insecure that Robbe laughed no matter how much he enjoyed the sound.

"Nothing. You just sound like me when I say something like 'if not here, in the other universe' and it made me happy."

It made him happy. I made him happy.

Sander is definitely on cloud nine, he just feels so much that he's afraid, his heart will explode.

"You never really talked about that with me after that one time."

Of course Sander remembers the exact date Robbe shared it with him.

"About what?"

"The universe thing?"

"Ohh." The realization came to him faster than ever and he laughed again.

What was that boy trying to do to Sander? Murder him in his room by that laugh?

"Well, you know the multi universe theory?"

Sander hummed and closed his eyes again, completely relaxing, this was going better than anything he could have even imagined.

"It's based on a theory that the time is just a dimension, illusion. And there are all those parallel universes and we all, with our existence and problems are so small compared to them. And when you make a choice, the universe splits. But even if whatever you decided, won't happen in here, there is this place, where you're doing exactly that, so in some way, you kind of get to live and experience everything. For example, I'm sure, we're also talking right now somewhere, in another universe, but something is slightly different, maybe curtains are a different color. It makes me calm down when I'm panicking or when I'm sad, imagining that I'm not alone, that I'm not the only Robbe." He got silent for a few seconds and then his voice changed from serious lecturing and amazement to excited. "You know what that means?" He didn't let Sander say anything and answered his own question.

"That means that there are other Sanders as well. Maybe one of them is only a singer and one of them only an artist. Maybe one of them is a dancer? Have you ever tried dancing? My friend is dancing, we always make fun of him in a jokingly manner but he's really good.

Oh wait, maybe there is a universe right now, that we're still talking but instead of it being on a phone, we're sitting right next to each other. There are a lot of options to chose from. And I'm sure all of them are great. I just want to believe that I'm infinite. That we're infinite."

Sander has thought about that once or twice in the past but he always made himself believe that the life was more like a movie, with the person being in charge of directing it and choosing how it would go.

That way of living is pretty stressful and now, listening to Robbe, Sander realized how much a safe place that kind of thinking was. Robbe was telling him that he didn't have to worry and no matter what he did, the life would always go on itself and when it went downhills, he didn't have to blame his self. That would definitely push some weight out of his shoulders.

It sounded like a heaven, perfect, calm, stable.

Sander has been thinking about that for so long that he didn't even notice when Robbe stopped talking, still hearing his voice in his ears.

And when he realized it, Robbe was already attacking him with questions.

"Did you fall asleep on me?"

Sander smiled. That boy would be the death of him. The way he sounded so small and quiet, unsure and soft at the same time.

"Is my voice that boring?" Sander was trying so hard not to laugh. He decided to stay silent just to see what he'd say and it didn't take Robbe long so start worrying.

"I'm gonna kill you if you did. No! What should I do now. Fuck, if you're really asleep I will lose my mind. Like do I hang up now or? I don't want to hang up." His voice was getting faster and it almost made Sander crack up.

"Come on. You couldn't possibly fall asleep on me. Oh god, did I talk so much?" Sander was waiting for one thing and after a few minutes of silence, when he was almost sure that Robbe would hang up, he got what he wanted.

"Sander!"

He couldn't hold it anymore and laughed. He heard a little "you" from Robbe, he didn't finish it, just "you."

Him.

"No I didn't feel asleep but I couldn't help but notice, that falling asleep with your voice in my ears every day would be a heaven. I was just listening you talk since I'm in love with your voice. And I also wanted to hear you call my name."

Sander was so sure that the boy would shut down by this compliment as he always does but today he was making Sander surprised. And a surprise was an understatement when Robbe spoke up.

"I really want to hug you but you're so far."

Is it possible to fall in love even more after hearing that? Cause Sander is sure, somehow he did.

* * *

The clock was spinning way too fast but none of the boys noticed it. When the sky from their windows started to get lighter, their conversations could still be heard.

Sander doesn't remember a lot from the last minutes that he fell asleep but he remembers this one moment, so clearly, as if it was a scene, the part from his favorite movie of all time.

He was already drifting off when his sleepless mind dared and asked, tried to say everything he wanted to say with that one question.

"You know what I wish for, right now?"

He asked that right before he asked Robbe if he could call him.

His wish list would never be satisfied, specially with Robbe.

"Hm?" Sander could hear that the other boy was also struggling with staying awake.

Sander opened and closed his eyes for the last time that day.

"That we were somewhere else, together."

He got a little worried that Robbe fell asleep when he didn't get any answer back but after a while, the boy mumbled.

"Where?"

Sander doesn't know where.

"Somewhere. Somewhere far away from here."

Somewhere in the other universe.

Even if his deep sleep, he still got worried that he crossed some kind of line so he added.

"Would you mind that?"

And that's the last thing he remembered.

If Sander stayed conscious for more fifteen seconds, he'd hear Robbe's acceptance, his agreement, his desire.

"No. I'd never mind that, Sander." The morning has official started and the birds started singing, the first light of sun climbing out of the horizon.

"In fact, I wish that too."

Chapter 7.1

[lovinglysavage]

My Best Friend

Member : NCT's Jisung

Pairing : College student Jisung × College student Fem reader 

Genre : Childhood friends to lover ( a very very tiny bit of angst )

Warnings : Major fluff 

Word Count : 3.1k + 

This is my first Tumblr story , so hopefully you will like it and Jisung is such a big UwU , he's one of my ults , so yeah ......

Jisung was always the shy one among your group , not meaning that you were literally an extrovert but he was the quietest one in your group of friends . But did you mention that he's the cutest one among you all ? Guess nope , but that's you being you , not a big deal .

Your group consisted of you , Jisung , Jaemin , Jeno , Renjun , Haechan , Chenle , Karina , Ningning , Giselle and Winter . 

You were the youngest one and you even had your 2 elder brothers in your group - Jaemin and Jeno . Jisung was your childhood friend, someone you had known since diapers . Someone who knew you better than all your friends and someone to whom you could share everything .

But when did all those laughter - filled times spent with him change , to you dreaming about him ? Probably somewhere along , you might have developed feelings for this cute mochi . And honestly , who wouldn't when he was literally a whole package ?

And that was what you were doing ( dreaming about Jisung ) when a loud yell interrupted your beautiful dream , " Y/N , YOU DO REALIZE THAT COLLEGE'S OPENING TOMORROW , RIGHT ? " , your mom said , you mean yelled . You signed internally . Your brothers weren't preparing , so why you ?

Soon enough , Jeno came inside and first thing that he did was , to ruffle your silky , straight hair into a bird's nest . You weren't the one to back down , so you slapped his hand away before sticking your tongue out at him , just to annoy him.

The white faced Samoyed did get a bit annoyed but not enough for him to chase you around the house . The day passed by pretty quickly and soon the next day , you found yourself standing infront of the mirror , dressing up for college . You went out together with your brothers after having a simple breakfast . 

As soon as you reached college , you met your besties - Giselle , Karina , Winter and Ningning . You all group - hugged . Soon enough , the bell rang indicating that classes were about to begin . Bidding goodbye to your brothers , you held Ning’s hand before running to class . As soon as you both reached class , you broke down in laughter Ningning joining you a bit later because you looked like you both had run a marathon , completely messed up . Calming yourselves , you both entered the classroom .

Your eyes scanned the room looking for a specific person . You saw him sitting at the last row’s side-most bench , near the window with his airpods plugged in each of his ears . Rushing to sit next to him , you almost stumbled and fell but because you were good at body-balancing ( which I suck at ) you somehow managed to stand straight again and reach him . He probably might’ve seen you stumbling because there was a small ( helpless ) smile on his face . 

You literally snatched his airpod away from his ear so that he could hear you . “ JISUNGIE !!! I MISSED YOU SO MUCH “ , you could feel the others in the class staring at you and you swore mentally that this was going to be one of the most embarrassing moments of your college life . Apologizing with a soft voice which was complete in contrast to the voice you used to greet Jisung , you bowed and sat down , watching Ningning approaching you with a smirk on her face ( I actually meant beautiful face ) anyways ......

Shoot , you forgot that you left her there . “ Care to explain what the excitement was all about ? “ , she asked while nudging you with her elbow . You just smiled at her , knowing that she knew the answer the answer to her question . She shook her head while letting out an audible sigh . She knew of your tiny crush , well not so tiny because you were pretty sure your feelings for him had grown , reaching a stage where you could call it Your First Love .

The day went pretty nice except for the embarrassing moment of the morning . Reaching home , you replayed all the events of the day in your head , smiling like a lovesick girl ( stan BP for clear skin ) to yourself when you remembered that you and Jisung held hands while coming back from school . 

( I skipped like for 7 - 8 months , nearly till the time when people have their year end party / prom . Though I know that the skip is a bit too long , please bear with me )

The year went by pretty quickly and you had made some new friends - the closest to you among your new friends was Jake ( Enyphen ) . He was from Australia and you both had become close pretty quick without any of you noticing . You introduced him to your friend’s circle and everyone welcomed him warmly , except for ......

Jisung .

But that was understandable , given how uncomfortable he was with people he didn’t knew but the thing that was totally unexpected to you was that he never spoke to him , despite him trying to make efforts to initiate a conversation . 

Today , was your first college prom and your dad promised to drop you three off to school . Your mom was pretty excited about the prom and dolled you up to perfection . Wearing a white - off shoulder dress , paired with white heels , you looked pretty nice , or that’s what you thought but your brothers couldn’t be in peace until they pissed you off and they did just that by calling you a porcelain doll and said that you looked like a zombie in the mornings . 

Though you were pissed off because you believed that you did not look like some zombie or alien , you calmed yourself because today you had decided that you’ll confess to Jisung and no one other than Ningning knew of your plan . She had obviously agreed to help you given that she was the second closest to you . But the thing you had no idea of was that there were two people who had decided to confess to you tonight . By the time you had reached the school grounds , the prom had already begun . You took your time to reach the entrance of the building where the prom was held .

Decorated in soft , dim , fairy lights , the whole place looked magical . You walked in slowly , looking at every person , you passed by . Everyone was dressed from head - to - toe glamorously . Your brothers went forward to where your friends were standing and you followed them . The boys were dressed in suits and the girls in dresses . As soon as you all got together , everyone’s eyes were on you . Your group had been come to be known as the college’s visual and heartthrob group .

Your eyes scanned the entire area , looking for a very special person whom you had decided to tell your feelings to . There he was , in a corner , sipping Fanta from his glass . He was dressed in a black suit with a white shirt tucked inside and a red rose on his left breast pocket . You eyes were fixed on him until Karina diverted your attention from him and pulled you to the dance floor .

The prom continued smoothly . It was 9 pm when Ningning nudged you signaling that you should probably go out to carry out your plan . You nodded and together , you both exited the prom room . Suddenly Jake appeared out of nowhere . “ Hey Y/N , I actually wanted to say something to you , can you please let us have a private moment ? ” , he said , directing the last sentence to Ningning . She nodded awkwardly before going back into the room . By then you had started to feel a tad bit uncomfortable . 

“ So , what did you want to say ? ” , you spoke , hoping to get done with whatever thing you were dealing with now . “ I - I ac - actually like you Y/N ” , he said or rather stammered . You did not know how to react to it . To say that you were shocked was an understatement . Letting out a small sigh , you wanted to speak but he pushed you against the wall , a small yelp escaping your lips . He leaned down , next to your ear . “ And I will not accept a NO , L/N Y/N ” he whispered which sent a shiver down your spine . 

He went back to where he was standing but his hands were still on either side of your face . You didn’t know what to do , your legs were already giving up due to nervousness . He turned his face for a bit mumbling something you weren’t sure of but when his face began to zoom in , you figured out what his intentions were . You wanted to push him away but were too scared to do so . Your hands were balled against the delicate material of your dress . Closing your eyes and keeping your breath held , you weren’t sure what was happening . 

Just a few minutes ago , everything was fine and going according to your plan but now ? Why did everything turn around like this ? You didn’t have an answer .

Just when you thought that you were about to punch him and knock his teeth out , you heard someone’s voice you least wanted to hear at this position . “ JAKE !!!! You --- ” , Jisung’s deep voice , laced with fury boomed throughout the hallway . He stormed towards you , rashly pulling him away from you , creating a distance between you two . And before he could do anything else , Jeno had already lifted Jake by his collar . You did not want to stay there anymore and before anyone could say anything , you stormed out from the hallway .

After calming yourself down a bit , you started walking to your favorite place in the whole of the school - The Rooftop . Since the whole school was decorated with lights , the rooftop was also lighted by the fairy lights . Sitting on one of the benches , you couldn’t help but play the the evening’s drama in your head . Thinking about it , you teared up again .

Just then , a warm coat covered your shoulder . You turned back to see Jisung looking at you with an expressional face . “ Th - Thank You ” , you spoke , sniffing in the process . Jisung wanted to hug you and whisper sweet , comforting words in your ears given how adorable you looked but was too afraid to do so . 

He inhaled deeply . “ I , have something to tell ” and with that he walked off , you tailing behind him , walking as fast as you could with your heels . He might had sensed your difficulty because he slowed down a bit but was still ahead of you by a good four feets . He finally stopped when you both had reached the garden . 

Though it was decorated with lights , the garden was still dark . You walked very carefully as if there were laser lights on the ground because of your massive fear of crawlies and bugs . Suddenly there was a a buzzing sound coming from somewhere near and you strided as quickly as you could to catch up with him . Jisung actually didn’t move much since he was well aware of your severe  Entomophobia . 

You didn’t know that and blindly walked , bumping into a rock - hard chest and just as you were about to fall , a warm hand pulled you back , making you dash against the hard chest , again . 

You let out an Ouch . Then it dawned on you that your face was pressed against someone’s chest and that someone had their arms around your waist . “ It’s me , so don’t freak out . ” So , it is Jisung after all . Wait... , it is for God’s sake Jisung ??? , your thoughts went from calm to a storm , real quick . You coughed a little before moving away from him . You didn’t dare look into his eyes but a soft whistle caught your attention . Though you weren’t sure if whether you had heard it right , you still turned back to confirm your thoughts .

Seeing complete darkness back , you softly asked , “ Are we there yet ? ” Your answer seemed to have woken him from his thoughts as he just nodded . “ Yes ” , his words were a bit too distant for your liking . Just as you were about to ask him if something’s wrong , the whole garden started lighting up .

It looked beautiful . You didn’t realize when he had come to stand behind you . “ Like it ? ” You might’ve nodded your head bit too quickly because a crack came . He chuckled at your embarrassed face .

Thinking that he might have had done this to make you feel better , you started tearing up . Noticing this , his face turned dejected . “ I thought you might like it but I messed things up even more . I always mess things up ” , he said in a low whisper .

He wanted to say that he liked you , liked you a lot but being such a scaredy-cat , he could not do anything but watch others sending letters , chocolates and gifts , some even gave you very expensive items that if he wanted , he could give those to you with just a flick of his fingers but he didn’t want to do it that way . He wanted to make his confession special .

So when he revealed to his ( and your ) friend’s group that he wanted to confess , they all suggested to try doing it with lights because of your love for lights and that is how he came up with this idea . He thought he could confess amidst the light of fireflies in the garden and maybe , just somehow you might reciprocate his feelings and make him the happiest boy alive . 

But looking at you now , he was almost sure that there was no way his dream was going to be a living reality . He opened his mouth to say Let’s go , when you turned around and hugged him so very tight that the audience of the night , watching the confession drama , swore that Jisung was suffocating while engulfed in your bear hug . 

But you cared less than their opinion . Looking up at him with glossy eyes , you said ( read : finally ) the words you wanted to say to him for the whole night , “  This is why I love you so much . You always cheer me up . Tell me , where can I find another you ? You know it’s so unfair that you always make my heartbeat faster but me , I’m nothing more than a friend to you , right ? Don’t worry , nothing will change after my confession , we’ll still be the best of friends but just know that I love you , really - really love you ” , your eyes never once losing their shine though your voice did become softer .

His pupils quivering when he freed himself from you , anxious beads of sweat rolling down the sides of his temples , wetting his fringe , just a teeny - tiny bit . His scoff made you turn towards him . Lips parting to express your confusion , you were about to ask him when his lips shut yours with a soft peck .

“ You speak too much ” , he said with a warm smile on his face . “ I have something for you ” and as soon as he said that , all of your friends , including your brothers stood up from behind the bushes , organizing themselves to form something and when they did , you were on the brink of tears . 

I LOVE YOU 

Written in neon lights on the biggest bush with each of them holding a heart shaped balloon and fireflies hovering above your heads , you couldn’t tell if this was just a dream or really happening . Either ways you were so very happy that tears gushed out from your eyes . 

“ I have wanted to tell this to you for a long time but did not---- ” , you didn’t let him continue , pulling him into a long and loving kiss .

His eyes went wide but secretly deep - down , he loved it , the fact that you were brave enough to take the initiative delighted him . Screaming could be heard from behind , the single ones were cringing , holding onto each other while the taken ones were looking everywhere except looking at you both . 

You broke the kiss , hiding your beet-red face in his chest . He smiled , looking at you as if you were the most important treasure in his life .  You could hear cheering and whistling in the background , now that you’ve broken your long kiss.

“ There’s just another thing left to do ” , Jisung whispered “ Will you be my Girlfriend ? ” . You were almost on the verge of scoffing at his words , “ NO , because you are so dumb ” . He pouted , tilting his head to one side . After trying your best to not fall for his cuteness , you eventually gave in muttering a small yes that could be heard only by you both . He scrunched his nose before giving you the cutest smile you’ve seen till date .

“ THANK YOU (for loving me) ” ( the unspoken words were understood by you both so there was no need for you to speak that out ) , you both muttered at the same time before you turned back to face your brothers who were wearing large smiles , finally looking up at the sky to see the fireworks that ended your dramatic yet loving , sweet and dream-like night . 

                                             Hope , y’all like it

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                                   Have a great day / night ahead 

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Come What May

Ransom Drysdale x Daughter!Reader

Ransom Drysdale Masterlist

Warnings; Swearing, mentions of suicide, depression, self-doubt, yelling, crying, ransom being angry and sad and scared (oops) ANGST ANGST

word count; 2.4k

A/N; Hope the anon who requested enjoys!

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The house you lived in felt more like a prison. A prison that had a 72 inch TV in the living room, plush couches, and anything you could ever want or need. Most people would have killed to have your life, you had it all. Well, everything except a dad who cared about you. That wasn't a fair way to explain your dad, I'll rephrase.  Your dad, Ransom, did care. He just wasn't very good at showing it, he wasn't very sure how to be a dad to a daughter that seemed too distant and moody to care about anything or anyone, so he thought it was what you wanted. Neither of you was particularly innocent, but neither of you was completely guilty. When you were younger, you were the apple of your dad's eye, but it was as if you became a teenager and he didn't care anymore. It felt as though he didn't care about you, and that the fancy private school and designer clothes you wore were all an act to make your family think you were a happy family. If you were a happy family, you wouldn't find yourself running to the bathroom to cry about 'how you aren't good enough and you never will be, that your family would be better off without you because you are nothing but a disappointment' and then you would come out and act as if you were perfectly fine and weren't completely torn and beaten down.

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"I'm heading out, I'll be back later tonight," You looked up from your desk and turned your eyes up to your dad, who was leaning against your doorframe. Putting your AirPods on your desk, you sighed and nodded.

"Okay," You said softly, giving him a small, but hopefully believable smile. "I'll see you tomorrow," Ransom had a weird feeling that something was wrong, but he ignored it, you were always fine when he left you. Ransom walked away and locked the front door, locking you in the prison that you called home. You knew he was going to forget, but it didn't hurt any less when it was confirmed that you would be spending your 16th birthday alone. Everyone else had texted you, your grandma and grandpa, your friends, hell, even Jacob texted you. But your own dad had forgotten your birthday. Putting your pen down on your desk, you stood up from your chair and turned the piece of paper over. You took your phone off charge and put it in the pocket of your hoodie, and walked down the stairs into the living room. You sat on the couch and pulled your favourite throw blanket over you, usually, you would have put on a movie, but you had found yourself losing interest in everything you used to love, nothing could appear to make you happy anymore. As you lay there on the couch, you couldn't help the negative thoughts that were running around your mind and making you even more miserable than you already felt.

You're nothing other than a burden.

No one would miss you.

Do you even deserve to be loved?

You were snapped out of your thoughts by your dad calling your phone. You answered it quickly, having a small glimmer of hope that he would be calling to say that he was coming back and that he was sorry he forgot your birthday.

"Hello?" You answered, your voice sounding hopeful.

"Hey, sweetheart. Something came up, I won't be home until the morning," He said. Your heart broke, but you smiled, even though he couldn't see you, it was as if it was your immediate response for when you had to pretend you were okay.

"Oh-uh, okay. Have a good night," You tried not to let your voice break as tears flooded your eyes. He didn't reply to you, but the phone hung up. You still held your phone to your ear like you were still on the phone to him. "I love you," You said sadly. You looked at the time on your phone, 22:09. It was early, but you decided that you would go upstairs and continue with what you were doing earlier. You put your speaker on and put on (Y/F/A), letting it play as loudly as it could go. You continued writing your note, tears dropping from your eyes and onto the piece of paper below you, leaving small stains on the paper. You read over it one last time before folding it over and writing the word 'dad' in bold capitals on the front. Sighing and sniffling, you stood up from your desk and walked to your dad's room that was down the hall from yours, and you put the note with his name face up on his desk. You didn't know why you did it, because you would never hurt yourself, you had the lowest pain tolerance ever, and you couldn't leave your dad, as much as you were convinced he hated you. When you got back to your room, you threw yourself down on your bed. You sobbed and sobbed, eventually crying yourself to sleep after your speaker had run out of charge.

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Ransom had a weird gut feeling that something was wrong before he left. He had had the feeling for a while, once you turned around 14 he could tell you were acting strange and distant, so he took it as a notion you wanted space, so it was space he would give you. And anyway, any kid going through the p-word doesn't want their mom or dad peering over their shoulder every 5 minutes. Ransom also had a feeling he had forgotten something important, something that meant something to someone. But as usual, he drank away those feelings with the people he would call his associates since he flat out refused to call anyone his friend. The next morning when he came home, he noticed that your blanket was on the couch, unfolded, the complete opposite of how you liked it. That set another alarm bell off for him. He folded it up and carried it upstairs and into your room, where you were still sleeping. He sighed as he saw you hadn't slept under the comforter, a habit you had if you had been up all night and fell asleep straight after coming up from downstairs. He left your room and went into his own, wanting nothing more than to have a shower and go to sleep in his own bed. The note on his desk caught his eye, it was your handwriting.

Dad.

Believe me when I say I'm sorry.  Fuck, I'm more than sorry. I don't know why, but I don't wanna do this anymore. Everything hurts, and I don't know why or what's going on anymore. I love you, even though you don't love me, but it's okay, you don't have to love something you never wanted. I just don't see the point in doing this anymore if no one cares, especially you. You're all better off without me anyway, I don't do much and I can't do much right anyway. You shouldn't have to pay for everything for me just because you can, I don't deserve it, I don't deserve anything. I know this is going to hurt, nevermind that, I know it won't, but you'll get over it and soon you'll be able to live a normal life again, without a financial and physical burden. I'm sorry.

Y/N.

Ransom had never felt this kind of fear before. It was fear that took a grip on you and never lets you go for minutes, the kind that leaves you paralyzed and cold. He didn't feel his hands shaking, he also didn't feel the cold sweat that took over him. The letter fell from his hands as he ran to your room, opening the door and wishing that you hadn't done anything to yourself.

"Y/N?! Y/N wake the fuck up!" He yelled, not angrily, more of a panic than anything. "What the fuck, Y/N I swear to God this isn't funny, wake up!" He yelled again. He sighed in relief when you groaned and turned around, breath hitching when you saw your dad standing at the end of your bed, unshed tears in his eyes. He looked utterly fucking terrified, you had never seen him like this before.

"Dad, what's wrong?" You asked him, completely forgetting you had left him the note a few hours ago.

"Let me see your arms," He said lowly. Then it hit you like a freight train, he found it. You looked at him in fear.

"I don't-"

"Y/N, show me your fucking arms!" He yelled. You nodded and rolled the sleeves of your hoodie up and showed him both of your arms. He sighed in relief seeing that there were no marks or scars on your arms. "What the fuck was that?!" He said loudly.

"It wasn't real," You said quietly. There had only been one moment when your dad was as scared as he was now, that time being when Jacob had pushed you from the swing and you fell and cut your head open. "I promise it wasn't real," You said louder. The scoff he let out told you that he didn't believe you. You knew that when he left your room he was going to get the note. Ransom read it out loud.

"Well, Y/N, this sounds pretty fucking real," He said. "Why? Why would you write this?" Ransom feared the answer you were going to give to his next question, what would happen if you said yes? "Where-where you going to try and kill yourself?" He asked you, his voice breaking.

"No! I wasn't-I wasn't going to kill myself," You told him.

"And how am I supposed to believe you? Leave you alone again and then I come back and you're dead?" You let out a sob. "Y/N, you said I don't love you, how could you say that?"

"Because it's true, alright?! You-you forgot my birthday, dad. I told you, grandma told you, grandpa told you, everyone fucking told you and you still forgot!" You yelled for the first time. Ransom froze, so that was what he forgot. "I-I just wanna know why you're not around anymore. Do you not love me anymore?" You asked him with so much fear in your voice it genuinely scared Ransom.

"You think I don't love you?" Ransom asked; it didn't even sound like your dad speaking. "Y/N, I love you, so much. My parents were assholes, you know that. I don't have anything to go off of and without your mom, I'm scared you'll turn out exactly like me if I'm the one here to parent you, I don't want you to be me," He said. Ransom had moved from the end of your bed to sit on your bed beside you. "I know that's not even close to a good excuse, but for the first time in forever, I don't have an excuse. I should've noticed sooner. Maybe I should have listened to everyone when they were saying I was being a shitty dad to you,"

"You're not a shitty dad, okay? I should have tried to tell you, it's my fault too," You assured him. Ransom took your hand and looked in your eyes, he was shocked by how tired and empty they looked.

"None of this is your fault," He told you. "We can fix this, okay? We'll talk things out, you can go to therapy. But I have to ask you, did you even plan on hurting yourself last night or at any point?" You shook your head. Ransom pulled you onto his lap like he would do when you were younger, you could feel his heart going a mile a minute.

"No. I couldn't do it to you, I didn't wanna leave you. I never even wanted you to read it, it was like something forced me to put it there. I would never want you to have to read it for real if I ever did do something, but I couldn't," You told him. He nodded and put his chin on top of your head.

"I love you," He said quietly. You smiled at the little phrase.

"I love you too,"

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After some breakdowns and a lot of therapy, you were happier, and it showed. Your full Drysdale attitude had become prominent, gone was the little girl who would cry when she skinned her knee, in her place stood the new and (not so) improved Y/N Drysdale. If anyone wanted proof you were a Drysdale, Ransom would have filmed the fit you had when he told you that you had to come to yet another family function with him.

"No," You said adamantly. You were laying against your dad on the couch, some movie playing on the TV that you weren't paying attention to.

"Yes, you're going. It'll be fine, I promise," He assured you.

"Can we go if I wanna leave?" You asked him. Ransom nodded and looked down at you. You had been diagnosed with Atypical Depression and Anxiety, both of which you dealt with on your own, but Ransom made it his mission to make sure you understood that he was always there if you needed him, which you consistently told him you understood fine well.

"You say the word if it plays up, alright. And I permit you to cause any harm to the little Nazi dick, if he annoys you, it might add some fun to the night," He said as he took a sip of his drink. "You should take your boyfriend," You scoffed and shook your head. "He's not my boyfriend," You defended yourself.

"Hm, sure. So when he full-blown-"

"Dad!" You complained. Ransom sniggered and put his arm around you.

"If I find out he's your boyfriend Y/N, I'll be severely offended that you didn't tell me," He said. You furrowed your eyebrows and looked up at him.

"Why? I have like a million reasons not to tell you," You reminded him.

"Because I'll miss out on the infamous dad talk to scare him. And to tell him if he knocks you up I'll kill him because I could barely handle you as a baby I don't think I could take your off-spring, kiddo,"

"Okay, that's you implying that he's my boyfriend and that you think I would sleep with him in the first place," You laughed.

"Fine, I'll drop it. Only so I forget about the fact that you're gonna get a boyfriend at some point, 'cause look at you, you got most of my genes, you're fucking beautiful. Well done me,"

You laughed. You were glad that your house didn't feel like a prison anymore, and your head didn't feel like one either. You were happy to be happy again.

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