#dude. and she’s literally the reason why i now know i have a dimple too

[cve-th3mvsic]

WOAH??? WAIT??? HOLD UP

how do i forget that i used to have a girlfriend and then remember that i used to have a girlfriend and then still be shocked by the fact that i used to be dating someone. how am i still shocked about it? the fuck? like what is my brain???

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[pxningfo0l]

It's a reoccurring pattern with Steve, getting come out to and then instantly shitting on the person's taste in people.

Robin comes out to him and tells him she liked Tammy 'The Muppet' Thompson and Steve immediately jumps onto making fun of her because obviously, he will. She sounds like a goddamn muppet! Robin may deny it, but he knows she knows he's right. And he never lets her forget it.

After the Byers family moves back to Hawkins, Steve gets closer to the Byer-Hopper twins (Not blood related twins, but with how similar they are they might as well be). He takes note of the way Will carries himself, the way he stares at Micheal Asshole Wheeler of all people when he thinks no one is looking.

The kid doesn't come out that quickly, so with Robin's advice, Steve takes his time, making it known how okay he was with Will's sexuality, even if he did have standards low enough to beat Robin's terrible Tammy Thompson taste (He says this to her and she reacts as predictably as ever- by throwing something at him).

When Will does come out to him, Steve makes sure he only freezes for a literal second, not wanting the kid to panic like he'd seen Robin do back then. Of course, as soon as he's done comforting and reassuring the kid that he's completely fine with him being gay, he immediately jumps onto making fun of his terrible crush on Mike, finding great joy in the bright blush burning the teen's face.

The next time someone comes out to him, he's more caught off guard than he was with Robin.

Not because he was shocked that Eddie liked guys, no. He might be stereotyping a little, but no straight guy goes that close to another man and calls him Big Boy all low and seductively, a teasing grin curling his lips, a glint in his eyes-

You get the point.

The reason why he's shocked is because Eddie comes out to him, and when Steve asks about crushes, Eddie says,

"Oh, I had the worst crush on you in high school."

Steve sits there, his jaw practically on the ground. The way Eddie says it, all casual, not caring about the consequences or the effect it has on Steve.

"Wh- I- Me?" He stammered out, incredulous. "Dude, I was the biggest asshole back then!"

Eddie chuckles at that, a low sound that sends further heat into Steve's already flushed body. "The me back then did not give a shit, let me tell you that man." He turns to Steve then, giving him a slow look, a gaze more like, and smirks. "I certainly understood why the ladies were so desperate for you and your gorgeous locks."

His heart is pounding like crazy, an audible thump in his ears. Thoughts race in his head, one after the other, all jumbled up until what comes out of Steve's mouth next is,

"So what, you've got a thing for douchebags? Seriously?"

Eddie shoots him another look, more confused than ever. "What?"

"You heard me," Steve says, feeling the next words come out of his mouth like a waterfall. "I was a huge asshole in high school dude. How the hell did you have a crush on me back then? Did you seriously have no standards? You'd really stoop that low just because I had nice hair? I have good hair, and I'm nice now! What's stopping you from-"

Steve cuts himself off with an audible clack of his teeth, a sound that most often comes from Robin when she shuts herself up.

Goddamnit Robin.

Eddie is staring at him with wide eyes, the cigarette between his fingers burning away. Steve wants to watch the smoke curl away, but he's too transfixed on Eddie's doe-like gaze.

Then Eddie's features smooth over, a terrible, terrible grin curling its way onto his lips, deepening that dimple on his cheeks. He leans forward eyes lidded just slightly, and says,

"What's stopping me from what, sweetheart?"

[rrazor]

hq boys post wisdom teeth extraction

tags: fluff, soft boyfies lol

kuroo tetsurou wakes up and immediately the first thing he tells the professionals around him is that he wants to see his girlfriend because he knows you’re waiting for him and “i love her so much 🥺🥰" he says it a few more times and everyone laughs at how doped up he is both from the drugs and you. when you walk in to take notes on how to take care of him afterwards, he just stares at you as he holds you hand with the SOFTEST LOOK on his face like 🥺😍☺️❤️💕💖💝🥺🥰💖💝☺️

tetsu cannot stop looking at you and u almost have to plead with him to watch where’s he walking like tetsu pls we don’t wanna have to come back to get your front teeth done sweetie 🅱️lease!!!!!! other than that he is pretty easy to reason with it as long as you promise to kiss every part of his face once in a particular order and if u mess up, unfortunately, you’ll just have to start over again sigh it makes his heart go 💥💥💥

bokuto kuroo offers to drive him back home and brings you along to support and comfort him. he helps kou get into the back with you but he refuses and goes “kuroooooo, she’s too pretty, I dun wanna sit next to her ☹️” LMFAO kuroo rolls his eyes and just sits him down and buckles him in despite his protests HA

kou is super nervous and keeps looking over you when he thinks you aren’t looking like 🥺😊 and you decide to play along and ask him how he’s feeling and if he’s in pain and he shakes his head and goes “‘m okay, you’re really pretty though 🥺😍” kuroo snorts in the front seat and you’re trying rlly hard to not laugh at how cute he is so you take his hand and kou lit rally thinks he’s gonna pass out when you call him handsome and ask him out before kissing his cheek. he starts crying as he says things like “kuroo!!!! the pretty girl is my girlfriend now!! 🥺❤️😭💖💕😭😭🥳”

akaashi you’re already by his side by the time he wakes up but he doesn’t remember jack so he goes “hello, have u seen my girlfriend? she looks just like you. can u tell me if u see her? I would like to see her—she’s my everything 😊🥰” UGGHH KISS HIIMMM

he doesn’t remember who you are until the medication wears off but you manage to convince him that you’re gonna take him to his girlfriend so you can take him home 💀 and he spends the whole car ride really pretty quiet until you ask him why he’s so fidgety and then he softly tells you “i… can’t wait to see my girlfriend 🥺🥰💕 she said we’d go on an ice-cream date after🍦i hope she’s not mad that it’s been so long 🥺❤️💗” AHDHJANAA like a little happy babyyyy 🥺😭

oikawa tooru’s procedure finishes earlier than expected and has a dental hygienist watching over him as they wait for you and for some reason he starts to sing, but it’s really out of tune because of all the cotton in his mouth and the dental hygienist is just standing there, taking it. you can hear him down the hall as you walk into his room and he’s so excited to see you!!! “did you hear me sing for you, babe? i didn’t want you to get lost in this maze 🥺🥰” “yes, i did, tooru, tysm you don’t have to sing anymore 😊😇💕”

tries to pull you into his lap as the dentist goes through the aftercare procedures and whines “pleasssseeeee, it huuurrrrrttttts i just want cuddddlllleesssss 😭☹️🥺💕” you opt to sit on the edge of the chair as he buries his head in your back 🥰

iwaizumi YOU try to flirt with hajime because he doesn’t remember that you’re his girlfriend and he’s all like stop!!! i have a girlfriend! 😡 AHAHA so you decide to ask him about his lovely girlfriend and he gets the softest smile on his face omggg and he starts going on about how hardworking you are ❤️, determined 💘, beautiful 💖, how nice you smell 😳

when you tell him its you he doesn’t believe you!!! like stop u r trying too hard, stranger!!! 😠 It’s not until you bring up a photo of yourselves and stick it next to your face does he go all soft again like babe i missed you 🥺 there was this weirdo trying to flirt with me, i’m so glad you’re here 🥰 and you tell him that the weirdo was you and he’s like “no, you’re better than that” LMFAAOO THANKS HAJIME 😭

matsukawa his mom is there to pick the two of you up and he’s holding your hand as he turns to you, super concerned and goes “babe, we forgot my teeth 😞” HWJJCKWJSJEF 💀 he’s all pouty and its sooooooo cute LMFAO WHAT DID HE THINK A REMOVAL WAS??? but you play it cool and squeeze his hand and say “i didnt forget you though 😊” he nods like a little kid and says “yeah” and tries to pull you into his lap so that you can cuddle but his mom is right there and you’re tryna be a good passenger and stop him from unbuckling your seatbelt: issei, we can cuddle when we get home!!!!

this giant dude just looks at you all 🥺 and BEGS like “babe please, just a little, i just want to hold you 🥺💕” he tries to guilt trip you like “c’mon, babe, you forgot my teeth” 😭😭😭 STFU u somehow make it back to his place and he tackles you into the couch and promptly falls asleep in 2 minutes flat 😴 his mom thinks its hilarious and thanks u for taking care of him ☺️❤️

hanamaki straight up asks you if you have a boyfriend. you say yes and he gets REALLY SAD OH MY GOD and is all “oh ☹️🥺” but then you cup his cheek and hold one of his hands and start telling him what your boyfriend looks like and how he has cute strawberry hair and pretty eyes and how handsome he is and talking about his cute little eyebrows and how good he is at volleyball and takahiro is like…. 🧐🤨 is that…… me??? but then he’s like wait it couldn’t be and gets all sad again 😭

you can’t take how sad he is and tell him it’s him!!!!! you give him some kisses as an apology 😭🥺💖❤️ and he’s all really?!!? 🥰💖💕💝🥳💕as he pulls you close to rest his head on your chest. he asks you to talk about how much you love him again 😭🥰🥺 refuses to remove himself from you

kyoutani he’s got this super angry expression on his face and everyone stays a good ways away from him 😬 when you come in, you get the same 😡 but then he chills because you’re wearing that one dress he went out of his way to buy for you when you were window shopping together that one time and he’s like …..suspicious why is she wearing her dress 😒 HAJFKAKSW KENTAROU

but THEN he sees the bracelet he got you for your one year anniversary and takes a whiff of you (um 😷) and NOW he’s all WAIT…… connections r being made—he gets super handsy 😳💕 really likes it when you kiss his forehead 🥺 and glares daggers at the dentist with his head on your chest, arms around your waist as you stand next to him and listen to what the aftercare instructions are because he’s all like grrr my girlfriend!! no touch!!! 😡🤬

daichi omg daichi is SO SHY and BASHFUL like he looks at you all 🥺🥰 and when you look towards him he immediately looks away but it’s so obvious because his ears are red and you can see his blush high on his cheekbones 😭🥺💕 you ask him what’s wrong and he’s stuttering trying to ask if you have a boyfriend and you’re like yes 💔

his face FALLS and it hurts but then you show him your matching engagement rings 💍 like “we’re fiancés, dai 🥰❤️” and he almost cries as hard as when he heard you say yes 😭💖💕 he’s so EMBARRASSED when you show the video back to him 😭 suga and asahi clown him 🤧

sugawara fella wakes up, looks you in the eye and is like “they’ve rebuilt me, babe✨” what? “the technology!!!” ??? “they made me better than i was before: better, stronger, faster 🤖💪🧠" LMFAO thinks he underwent some experiment like no we just fixed your teeth 😌

when you tell him so he gets a little dejected and asks you if you’d still love him without any upgrades with his lips pursed and his cheeks pink as he plays with your hands 🥺💗 like OFC KOUSHI!!! 🥰🥺❤️ really sweet and giggly on the bus ride home—holds you close and draws circles on your skin as he talks about the strangest things 🙈💖

kageyama no inhibitions so tobio is very attached to you!!! when he wakes up to see you next to him, he grabs you in his half-asleep state to leave slobbery kisses all over you like some dog before he falls back asleep again 💀 he wakes up twenty minutes later to see that you’re gone (had to wash off his spit 😬) and he panics when he doesn’t see you 😭🥺

he gets up to try to look for you and the second you come back, he hugs you and is all ☹️ telling you “don’t go too far, i wanna always be able to find you 😠🥺” you rub his back and pinky promise to stay close by and he’s so relieved he falls asleep standing 😴💕 like …..thanks 🤧 asks if he can play volleyball and pouts rlly hard when the dentist says no 😭💔

atsumu atsumu is loopy af and he wanted to go to the washroom so the poor staff had to hull around this 6’2”, 80kg man around but then you walk in just as they’re about to turn the corner and the moment he sees you, he’s goes “BABIEEEEE, I loOoove yoU! 😍” in this super adorable, high pitched sing-songy voice and makes OBNOXIOUS kissy faces at you but it looks so funny because his mouth is full of cotton 😭😭🤧🥴 the nurses tell you he’s a keeper but then he promptly slips and nearly falls on his face trying to walk over to you unassisted 🙄

the walk to the car is SO HARD because he clings to you like a baby koala and whines when you try to get him to loosen up so that you can get better leverage to support his weight like atsumu pls we’re almost there, just let go for a bit and he’s all puppy eyed like “don’t 🥺 ya 🥺 love 🥺 me 🥺 baby???????? i jus’ wanna be close to ya 💔💔💔” JAJCJJWNCMS he denies all of it when he sobers up

osamu all this fool remembers is that he has a girlfriend and that she looks EXACTLY like you but his brain synapses aren’t working like they used to 😔 so he doesn’t remember that YOU are literally his girlfriend so he just sits there and goes all “you look so much like her….. i miss her sm 😢🤕😞” with this faraway look in his eyes AS IF YOU WERE DEAD 💀 THE DISRESPECT

he rlly wants to hold your hand and touch you but like u aren’t his girlfriend right??? but you tell him u are after rolling ur eyes and show him some photos of the two of you as proof and he’s all “oh!” 😳 and he smiles so broad you can see his little dimple on his left cheek 😭💖 because he can FINALLY hold your hand 🥰 no filter so he whisper-begs for kisses throughout the entire time the dentist talks you through his surgery and how to care for him and you’re so embarrassed JAJCJKAKDSS “pls, pls can i have a kiss” you give him one “can i have one here now” “what about here” “pls another one pls” 🥺🥺🥺 at least he’s polite JAJCNKAFB

suna rin remembers you and right when he wakes up to see you next to him he says, “hello, wife 💖" and waits for your response but like wtf do u SAY like you’ve only ever heard him tell you he loves you that ONE time he thought u were ASLEEP!!! and you haven’t even talked about anything beyond dating yet!!! is it the anaesthetic that’s making him say this or is he just fooling you??? 💀😵 a few minutes later, he sighs and goes “you’re supposed to say ‘hello, husband ❤️’….” 🙄🥱

show him the video after the anaesthetic wears off and he’ll sit there looking at you like “….well? i’m still waiting? 😐” ugH modern romance am i right HAHDJKAKSKAA

ushijima wakatoshi thinks you’re another nurse even though you’re dressed nothing like them and he asks you when his girlfriend is coming and if she knows he’s done with the procedure and also “have you met my girlfriend? she is very beautiful and very kind. you must meet her ☺️” he asks the same questions to the dentist who comes in to talk to you afterwards and they’re looking at him like ?????? “isn’t this your girlfriend, ushijima-san?”

wakatoshi just goes 😯, looks at you and says your name so softly and in the sweetest way possible and tells you he missed you and he loves you and he wants to go get curry from that one restaurant later and the dentist tells you they’ll be back later as you sob 😭😭❤️💕❤️😭💖

semi eita thinks you’re one of the office receptionists when you walk in and asks you if you, his girlfriend 💕, had been notified that the procedure was done and you’re all uh yes she does, she’s coming soon!! he nods very cutely and thanks you, handsome smile on his face at the thought of seeing you 🥰 he turns around to look at the window and you just stand there all 😶 he HUMS softly as he waits and it’s that one song he played for you on his guitar HAJXNJSW 😭🥺💘❤️

he turns back around thirty seconds later like “babe?? is that you?? you got here so fast 😍🥺💖😚” as if it wasn’t you THE WHOLE TIME 💀 melts when you kiss his cheeks tenderly 🥰 plays with your fingers as he softly looks into your eyes!! 😍

tendou really wants to get his wisdom teeth back like just because you pulled them out doesn’t make them yours, sensei 🙄 LMFAO the dentist gives him his teeth afterwards and he holds them out for you and you’re like “tysm for your bloody, gross teeth, satori 🥰😬” “AWWW you’re welcome 😊 aren’t they cute? ya think our kids will be this cute? 💖”

many thoughts: 1) oh god oh GOD he wants to have KIDS WITH YOU!! MARRIAGE??!? 😵❤️ 2) y does he think his molars r cute and y does he hope your kids will look like nasty teeth 😭💀 he’s rlly adamant about you lazing around with him. keeps showing u his teeth for some reason but gives the cutest smiles and hums when you feed him his fav chocolate ice cream 💗💗💗

goshiki he tries to flirt with you but its so funny and endearingly awkward because he’s got all the gauze in his mouth and he isn’t that good at it and he’s on the verge of tears half the time and you dont know why??? you ask him and his brows are all furrowed, pout on his lips and says “just wanna be your boyfriend pls 🥺💕” “yeah?” “yeah,” he nods. “i promise to do my best 🥺”

when you tell him you’re already dating, he starts to cry and is all like i have to tell all my friends 😭 tsutomu cries to the dentist like “sensei, y’know, we’re boyfriend and girlfriend 😭❤️” he quiets down when you brush through his hair with your hands ☺️

terushima you walk into his room after he’s done and ask the dental hygienists how he’s doing and he looks at you all confused like 🤨 and asks the hygienists who you are. they think you’re married for some reason and say “that’s your wife!” and you’re so EMBARRASSED but also super happy on the inside HAHA he straight up goes “DAAAMMNNN, I did alright, huh?! when we bustin’ outta here?!” 🤪😜🥴😘 as if he could actually differentiate between left and right, up and down 😔

just in case, he asks you if you’re his wife at the same time the dentist asks if the two of you will be okay from here on out and you nod to the dentist’s question but yuuji thinks it’s for him so he lays back down with this satisfied look on his face like HELL YEAH alright, alright, alright 😌🥰🥴 and does those little nods SIDJAJJDJSJFJR HAHAHAHA

sakusa omi lets you play with his bangs and hands as you wait for the dentist and he LOVES IT softest smile on his face!! RIDICULOUSLY CLINGY!!!! he does NOT want you to leave him at all, will not let you go to the bathroom even though you’re like “omi, please, the dentist is busy with another patient right now, i’ll be back soon before we go through the aftercare stuff” “no” “omi, i have to pee” “do it here” and now it’s you who’s all 🤢

gets really defensive and protective when the dentist comes in and just shoves his head in your chest because he doesn’t want to look at them LMFAO death grip around your waist 🤧 when you show him what he said about you going to the bathroom he demands you delete it “omi, i didn’t know u loved me that much 🥰🥺💕” “…………..🤐”

hoshiumi kourai insisted he was fine on his own “nothing is impossible for hoshiumi kourai, national athlete 😤” when the dentist asked if he needed someone to watch over him and the dentist is 🤨 ok sir and leaves after he falls asleep. when he wakes up, no one’s in his room and he has to use the washroom and he’s like i’ll do just it myself 🙄 he tries to stand and promptly collapses to the floor. he CRAWLS around on his stomach and makes it out of his room just as you walk in and you’re like KOU whY are you on the FLOOR like a ROACH 😭😭😭

it’s like you’re reenacting some dramatic romance movie as kou groans around the gauze and makes poor attempts to stand up, holding onto you LAKDSHLASKAHD 💀💀💀 asks you to get on the floor with him because he honest to god can’t get UP so that he can cuddle with you as the dentist and his assistants stand two feet away 🥰💕 tries to fight the staff when they get too close to you trying to help him get back to his bed HAJJFKAKDMAD

extra: kita shinsuke (lol) when kita finishes his wisdom tooth extraction, he looks at you like this and doesnt remember who you are; he thinks you’re here for another patient and doesn’t say a word to you because his grandma taught him not to talk to strangers.

[westcoastrry]

Can’t Help If This Is Us

Hello friends. I’ve worked super hard on this fic. I’m not a fast writer so this took my while and I’m super happy with the way it turned out! Special thank to my bestie @harryforvogue​ . I wouldn’t know how to spell or about even write if it wasn’t for her so thanks you ugly fart face.

Also I wrote this entirely for free so all I ask is for feedback. I would really appreciate it and would love to hear your thoughts!

literally mate please let me know your thoughts. PLEASE. I beg.

WARNING: there is smut in this and mentions of the mafia.

I hope you enjoy reading Kiara and Harry’s story as much an I enjoyed writing it. 11.5k words

A fic about Kiara, a normal girl who works at a coffee shop in the upper east side of New York, where she meets Harry. A man who is caught up in a job he doesn’t want but is working hard to craft a better life for himself.

Fuck me like you wanna make love

Call me when you wanna stay in touch

Lie together just to gain trust

Say what you wanna say, can't help if this is us

Moving to New York was a fresh start for Kiara.

It’s only been a couple of months, but she has grown accustomed to the city.

She has an apartment in a not-so-great part of town, but it is close to her University, and the view from her balcony isn’t too bad. She is a coffee connoisseur, so when her pregnant friend and neighbor, Trina, helped her get a job at a cafe on the Upper East Side of Manhattan, how could Kiara truly not make the best of her newfound city life?

“An Americano please?” a deep British voice asserts.

Kiara’s cleaning off the steamer about an hour into her morning shift when the man with long chocolate curls speaks to her. Kiara has been working here for a month, and some very high profile people have come to the shop, but Kiara has never seen this man, but he sure looks important. He is in a suit, all black, and the only accessories are the multitude of rings he has on his fingers. The rose one catches her eye first, then the big gold H.S letter rings. Those are his initials? What is the point of that? Is this man obsessed with himself?

“Americano?” he says more lightly, snapping Kiara out of her thoughts.

“Sorry, I- Americano,” Kiara stutters.

Kiara isn’t one to get easily flustered, but how can she not be when this six-foot sexy man was towering over her in a suit, asking for black coffee.

Only real men drink black coffee.

She works around the machine expertly until the man’s voice interrupts her. “You’re new here?”

“Yeah,” she responds, swiping a curl off her forehead. Managing her naturally curly type four hair in the bipolar New York weather has been a challenge. Most days, she wears her thick hair in a bun, or when she can afford to get it done, box braids. “Started working here a month ago.” Kiara hands him the coffee in a brown to-go cup.

“Hmmm. I’m here all the time. I’m sure I would have noticed a new pretty employee.”

“Guess I’m not all that pretty then,” Kiara fires back, handing him a receipt with a pen to sign.

Harry doesn’t really know what to say to that because he actually does find Kiara pretty. He likes that her face is an even brown color with a few beauty marks. He likes the color of her light brown hair, and he really likes the sound of her voice. It’s sort of angelic, even when she is snapping at him.

Harry smugly hands Kiara his hefty card (the first indicator that this man has money) and signs the receipt. He drops some cash on the bill.

“That’s your tip. By the way, I do think you’re pretty.” His eyes flick down to her name tag. “Kiara.”

Kiara rolls her eyes at the man. He probably walks around life getting everything handed to him because he’s rich, white, and hot.

Screw him and his stupid cute dimple, Kiara thinks to herself. She goes to grab the receipt he signed and see’s two fifty-dollar bills stacked on each other.

Her mouth forms into an “o” shape. A hundred dollars on a three-dollar coffee? What sense does that even make? This had to be a mistake.

“Hey Kiara, are you okay?” Trina, who’s waiting tables today, asks. She has her brown apron tied over her baby bump with a few crumpled receipts and pens tucked in the pockets.

“I just got tipped a hundred dollars,” Kiara says, still shocked.

“You go, girl!” Trina enthusiastically shouts. “Who was it? A regular?”

“I’m not sure. I’ve never seen him before. Brown curly hair, dressed in a nice black suit-”

“Oh, that’s Harry,” Trina smiles. “Everyone loves Harry. He is a cutie. Been getting coffee here for a long time. He owns the strip club down the street.”

“I’m sorry. The dude owns a what?”

“A strip club bar type thing,” Trina shrugs. “Very fancy. It’s pretty much only for the elite. He is super nice. Everyone loves him here! He bought me a crib and this fancy high-tech stroller when he found out I was pregnant.”

“Yeah, well, he is kinda a dick if you ask me,” Kiara mutters under her breath.

“He tipped you a hundred dollars, and you’re calling him a dick?” Trina curiously questions.

“He called me pretty! And he had this arrogant ambiance to his voice. And what is with all the rings? It’s tacky.”

Trina places her hands on her hips.“Oh, just say you find the man hot! It’s okay to admit you find Manhattan’s most eligible and rich bachelor hot. I don’t blame you. I would get on it if I wasn’t thirty and pregnant.”

“I’m not admitting anything. Besides, I don’t have time for men. Men just cause problems.”

“Oh, you're telling me?” Trina points to her bulging belly. Kiara snorts at her friend and starts to walk away to grab more coffee beans from the storage, and Trina follows closely behind her. “You need to have some fun! Loosen up. Get your head out of that textbook. You have been living next to me for three months, and I haven’t seen you invite not one boy over! I know that vibrator you use is tired.”

Kiara grabs the box of coffee beans and turns back around to face Trina. “My vibrator is doing me just fine.”

Kiara’s whole life has been centered around academics. She was a really smart kid growing up. She had a good start to life too. However, Kiara’s wholesome childhood took a turn at twelve when her Dad died in a car accident. The accident was horrific for her entire family, but it hit her mom the worst. Her mom went from being a well respected physician's assistant, to being a drug addict, and Kiara had to grow up at the tender age of twelve just to take care of her mother. Around the age of fourteen Kiara’s mom got shipped off to rehab, and she ended up weaving in and out of foster homes until she was eighteen. Kiara realized that she never wants that to happen to her future family. She has been working hard on her academics because she hopes to have a stable income, so she can give her future kid the life that she never had.

It’s not like Kiara didn’t want to go and mingle around. Meet a new guy, have a one-nightstand, maybe even possibly fall in love. However, the dating scene as a brown skin woman in a whitewashed part of the city isn’t as easy as it sounds. Kiara doesn’t teeter the line of looking ethnically ambiguous. She is clearly a Black girl. Caramel skin, tight curls, full lips, and wide hips. Kiara likes these traits that she carries. In fact, she loves them, but men don’t. Specifically, men that aren’t her race. Not to mention that Black men are hard to come by in this particular part of city.

The simple fact is most white men don’t like Black women.

It’s even arguable that Black men don't even like Black women.

And Kiara is okay with that. She doesn’t need to be approved by a bunch of white people, nonetheless ones with penises. She just wishes she had more options to date within her race, or at least find someone who genuinely liked her.

Maybe that’s the reason why Kiara doesn’t want to go out and find a man to have some fun with. She knows he’s going to be white, and she will have to endure hundreds of questions about her race and her hair or meet racist parents, and she has done that all before.

So, for now, instead of explaining this to Trina, her very white friend, she will just blow off her questions about why she isn’t sleeping around or why she doesn’t entertain the idea of going to bars to find cute boys.

+++

The next day Kiara is off work. She spends her day sitting in her bed, in red pajama shorts and her university sweater, studying for her midterm. She got through quite a bit but is still a little worried about not getting an A. About an hour into her studying, she hears bickering from Trina’s apartment.

“I don’t know what you are being so shy about. Just ask her! You are great with girls.”

“No, I’m great at fucking girls. Trying to establish a genuine connection, I haven’t done that in a while.”

“I believe in you! Now go!”

Knock

Knock

It’s another guy that Trina has been trying to set Kiara up with. Trina does this about every other month. Very rarely does Kiara entertain the idea and sleeps with them, because she is bored, but it usually doesn’t go further than that.

Kiara opens the door to her apartment and there stands Harry. He is holding a boutique of red roses in one hand, and his other is behind his back. The suit he is wearing today is slightly different. Same silhouette, but this time the suit is brown. Kiara finally gets a good look at this man, and fuck.

Green eyes, full bright pink lips. Wide shoulders and defined biceps that show he does work out but isn’t a gym rat.

Gucci loafers. Now, this is an interesting man.

“What are you doing here?”

Harry nervously gestures to the flowers in his hand. “I brought you this.”

“You just came here to bring me flowers?”

“I also brought you this,” Harry pulls his hand from behind his back and shows a bottle of wine he got when he went on a business trip in Napa. He was saving the wine for a special occasion, like the next time he would go visit his mom, but this is more than a special occasion in Harry’s eyes. He is trying to swoon this girl.

Kiara smiles at him and grabs the wine bottle. If it’s one thing Kiara has learned in her adult life is that she loves wine. She usually only gets the cheap stuff from the liquor store down the street, but Kiara has never seen this bottle before.

She walked to her kitchen, leaving Harry staring at her dumbfoundedly. She pulled out two wine glasses from her kitchen cabinet.

Normally Kiara wouldn’t entertain this. Especially since she has a test to study for. However, she can’t lie and say she hasn’t been worked up...sexually.

“Alright, you brought me wine. You are welcomed in.”

Harry follows her inside the apartment, feeling a bit awkward. Usually, Harry never found himself at a girl’s place. He always took his one-night stands back to his house and had his assistant, Trevor escort them out in the morning.

Harry was nervous because this wasn’t a one-night stand. This was him bringing wine and flowers to a girls’ apartment, which he barely knows.

Just like Kiara, Harry also hasn’t been in the dating scene in a while. He has been busy with work, and it’s not easy what he does.

“So why did you come all this way to bring me wine?” Kiara asks Harry, pouring some wine into a glass and handing it to him. “I know you don’t live in this part of the city.”

“I don’t.” Harry sits on the barstool by the kitchen countertop. “I told you I thought you were pretty. Nice place, by the way.”

Kiara looks for the sarcasm on Harry’s face when he compliments her one-bedroom apartment but doesn’t find any. Kiara’s apartment isn’t ugly. But it probably is nothing compared to what Harry lives in.

Kiara takes a gulp of her wine. “It’s kinda trash actually. This is the ghetto.”

“You go to Columbia?” Harry asked, noticing her university sweater.

Kiara takes one more gulp of her wine, finishing off what is left in her glass. She was going to answer Harry’s question. She really was. But she got a good look at his bone structure. The way his jaw is a perfectly angled line. The way his Adam apple moves when he takes a sip of his wine. Even the way his fingers glide against the glass.

She begins to wonder how his fingers would feel against her.

“Kiara?”

That was it for Kiara because she doesn’t think she can keep herself composed in front of this beautiful rich man.

Instead of pouring her wine, Kiara grabs the bottle and starts to chug the wine like she is a trucker drinking a Samuel Adams.

Her lips remove from the bottle with a pop sound. Harry is now staring at Kiara completely taken aback by her actions. “What are you really here for, Harry? Sex? Because we can cut the small talk part.”

“Maybe I actually like you, Kiara.”

“You don’t like me.”

“Who told you that,” Harry counters.

Harry watches closely as Kiara struts towards him.

“I thought you were into blonde models?”

“Where are you finding this information from?” he questions.

“Google.”

Harry smirks. “So you’re googling me?”

“You know, if you wanted to know more about me, you could have just asked.”

Kiara cut him off with her lips attached to his. She wanted him to shut up, but she also wanted to kiss him.

Killing two birds with one stone.

Harry’s lips move in sync with hers, and he places his ringed hands on her back, pulling her closer to him.

If Kiara is being honest with herself, Harry’s lips feel like magic. It’s been a while since Kiara has kissed a guy, and she feels butterflies in the pit of her stomach.

“Kiara, what are we doing?” Harry mumbles into her mouth.

“We are gonna go back to my bedroom, and you are going to fuck me. Hard.”

“A-are are you sure about that?” Harry stutters on his words.

“We both know you didn’t come here to take me out on some date. So let’s just do this.”

Harry should have confidently responded and said, “No, Kiara, that is not why I’m here. I’m here because I actually find you attractive, and I know you have been working at the shop for about two weeks now but I have been very nervous to ask you on a date.”

However, his mouth went dry because Kiara threw off her sweater and her perky boobs sat fully on her chest.

“Kiara-”

“You know,” Kiara rests the palm of her hands on his muscular chest. Kiara has the upper hand and she sees it in the way Harry was staring at her, gaping at her actions. She loves being this bold. Upper chest bare for a man who is practically drooling over her boobs. Kiara likes to be in charge, but only for a little bit. After a while she wants to be taken care of. In bed that is. “For a man of such little words, you are talking so much right now.”

Harry grabs both of her wrist, but keeps her hands placed upon his chest. He knows his heart is racing a mile per minute. Kiara feels it and for a second she thinks to herself that there is no way she is causing this man's heart to skip beats.

Kiara stands up on her tippy toes and lets her tongue dart out to touch right below Harry’s ear suckling on the spot until it turns a nice red shade. She detaches her lips with a pop.

“You want this,” Harry whispers.

“I need this,” Kiara responds back.

“Tell me what you need Kiara.”

Harry’s right hand brushes over her bare breast, causing her to buckle a bit and stumble onto Harry’s chest.

“Hold yourself up, love, and tell me what you need.”

“I need you to fuck me,” Kiara whines.

With that, Harry holds Kiara's hips and roughly turns her away from him. Her hands went out and to grab at the granite countertop, holding herself up as much as she possibly could.

“How do you want it, hmm?” Harry whispers, quickly shrugging off his blazer and undoing a few buttons from his shirt. He begins to place wet kisses along the back of her shoulder. “I can fuck you right here, bent over the counter top. Or I can take you to the bed.”

“Here,” Kiara choked out through a moan.

“Can you handle it?” Harry teasingly asked her.

“I can handle it.”

“Can I take off your shorts?” Harry asks in a more serious tone.

“Mhmm, yes please.”

Harry shimmies down Kiara’s shorts. He takes the time to run his hands over her ass. The contact of her hot skin and Harry’s ice cold rings feels good to Kiara. She wants him to spank her, but she isn’t exactly sure what Harry is into and now she wishes she was sober enough to vocalize what she likes in bed so her needs can be met.

“Let's get a good orgasam out of you. Can I eat you?”

“Yes. God Harry, you're teasing me.”

“Not teasing,” he reassures her. “Just wanna know what you like.”

Harry gets down on his knees and opts for pushing her gray panties to the side instead of taking them off. Her core is glistening in her arousal and the smell alone makes Harry’s dick twitch in his boxers.

“Stop staring at it and-” Kiara cuts her sentence off with a yelp because Harry has attached his plump lips to her clit, giving her small kitten licks.

Kiara doesn’t really prefer to be eaten out. Most men's mouths don’t really do it for her. However, Harry is doing a very good job at keeping her legs shaking. She wants to turn around and look at him, but everytime she tries he delves deeper and deeper in her core, until she can barely hold herself up.

“M’mmm. A little higher please?”

Harry smirks against Kiara’s core because the little please she added to the end of her request tells him that she is slowly letting go of the tough exterior she puts up.

“Here? Is this good?”

“Yeah. Fuck right there please.” Kiara grips at the counter harder until her fingertips turned white.

“Been eating your veggies, huh?” Harry talks against Kiara’s core, the vibrations making her shudder. “You taste good love.”

Kiara is unable to respond because Harry is really going at it. His hands tightly grip Kiara's hips. His face is completely buried in her cunt, and he feels a slight ache in his jaw from the motions he makes with his mouth.

He continues to lick over her swollen folds, and then wraps his lips around her clit, which makes Kiara arch her back and push onto him. She is a panting mess, mouth wide open, eyes pinched together. She begins to thrash around but Harry grips even tighter at her hips.

“Stay still love.”

“I can���t,” she whined. “I’m gonna cum.”

“Why don’t you ask to cum?”

Kiara chokes on her spit slightly when Harry pulls his mouth from her pussy, and dips a finger inside of her. “Am I not entitled to an orgasm?”

“You are if you wanna be good for me.”

“Well if you're looking for a good girl I think you have come to the wrong place-”

Harry adds a second finger to her, which shuts Kiara up. “Ask nicely and you can cum.”

“I didn’t know you were gonna be so-”

“So what?” Harry asks her.

“Dominant.”

“You're lucky I’m not spanking you.”

“What's holding you back?” Kiara challenged.

Harry gets up from off his knees, and his free hand reigns down a heavy smack on her ass.

“Ask me nicely,” Harry demands, slowly pumping his fingers in and out of her.

“No.”

Smack.

“Ask nicely Kiara. I can do this all night.”

Kiara snaps her head back to look at Harry. “No.”

Smack.

Smack.

Smack.

The three spanks that Harry had given to Kiara were much harder than the first. So hard that Harry started to see an outline of his hand print.  

It's when Harry gives her one more smack and pushes his fingers deeper into her, hitting a sensitive spot that Kiara gives in.

“Fuck, Harry please just let me come,” Kiara struggles to say with a couple tears falling from her eyes from being so wrapped up in pleasure.

“Say sorry.”

“I’m sorry. So damn sorry. Please, I'm so close.”

Harry laughed at how her personality has done a complete one eighty. She went from being a complete brat to now begging him for an orgasm. “You are?”

“Yes please.”

Once Harry feels her pussy tighten around his fingers he pulls them from inside of her. “I don’t think you are that sorry.”

Kiara let out a whimper at the loss of connection. Her legs are still shaking and she almost slipped off the counter but Harry was quick to catch her.

Harry's strong arms snaked around to the front of Kiara’s stomach, letting her stumble back into her arms. She felt Harry’s hard cock press up against her raw ass.“Easy now.”

Usually, Kiara would give Harry some witty comments, but right now she is too worked up from being so close to her orgamsm. She feels a bit fuzzy, not sure what to do next. Her core aches and all she can think about is getting off.

Her hands go down to rub at her clit, but Harry quickly smacks it away.

“That's my job tonight alright? You gonna let me fuck you? You're gonna be good so I can get you off properly.”

Kiara nods her head.

“Verbal consent Kiara.”

“Yes please.”

“Good girl.”

Harry’s smug voice echoes in her ear as he places wet open mouth kisses along her neck. Harry is really enjoying himself. She felt him smile against his neck when he started to coax soft moans out of her.

Kiara weakly pushes Harry's head away from her neck.

“Doll, are you okay? Did I hurt you?”

“No, I'm good. Can we just take this to my bedroom?” Kiara politely asks. “I think I will be more comfortable there.”

When Harry gets a good look at Kiara, he can tell he has pushed past the first layer of her tough exterior. He knows there is probably much more fight and sass in her, but right now she looks vulnerable.

“Yes of course we can,” Harry held his hand out and Kiara willingly took it as he led both of them to the bedroom.

When they arrive, Kiara sits at the edge of her queen sized bed, and Harry lets go of her hand. She whines a little at the feeling of Harry’s hands slipping away from her.

Harry chuckles at the girl. “Let me just take my shirt off darling.”

Kiara watches closely as Harry’s fingers undo the buttons one by one. His silk shirt gilded easily off his toned shoulders. He made his way to sit at the top of Kiara’s bed leaning against the headboard, and Kiara crawled on her hands and knees toward him.

“Christ,” Harry mumbled under his breath.

Harry spreads his legs wider, which allows Kiara to sit comfortably in his lap. She let her hands roam up and down his tattoos starting with the birds on his collar bone. She then notices the butterfly right above his tummy. When she places her left hand on it, tracing the wings, Harry sighs contently at her touch. It’s a comforting touch, one that he has never experienced with his one-night stands.

Harry breaks a sweat on his forehead when Kiara continues to trace his tattoos. His broad chest stops moving up and down because he begins to hold his breath. He isn’t really sure what she is doing, but it feels good. Good enough for Harry to exhale and relax into the bed.

For Harry, sex with girls usually got directly to the point. Of course, there was foreplay, but not to any extent like this.

Having someone else’s hands on your body is a part of sex. However, this feels much more intimate than that. He’s got that feeling of butterflies in his stomach when Kiara begins to run her hands all over his body. It felt like he was in high school again, having sex for the first time and being so nervous because you don’t know what to do. But in this case, the nerves and butterflies don’t come from a lack of knowledge of the female anatomy. It comes from being completely enamored by the beauty this one girl holds.

And for just a second, Harry questions if he deserves this to feel the way he feels right now. Warm and a little drunk on the feeling of love. He doesn’t love Kiara, at least not yet anyway. But he feels like at this moment, Kiara cares for him. And even if she doesn’t care for him, he wouldn’t mind existing in this false reality he has created in his head for a really long time.

Something about having his body touched in such a vulnerable way is making him feel things he has never felt in his life.

“You have a lot of tattoos,” Kiara points out, fingers still tracing his butterfly tattoo.

“Yeah, I have been collecting them over the years.”

“Which one was your first one?” Kiara asks curiously.

Harry brought Kiara’s delicate hands up to the swallows on his chest.

“These ones,” Harry’s voice shakily said. Kiara takes her index finger and begins to trace the birds.

“How old were you?” Kiara asks, keeping her eyes looking at the birds.

“Sixteen,” is all Harry says, trying to keep his past where it belongs. In the past.

“That’s young. You don’t regret any of them?”

“No, actually. I think they all tell a story. Sure, some of them are stupid, but they all got some meaning behind them.

Kiara innocently brings her hand up to his cheek, cradling his face. “You gotta tell me about them one day. You have so many.”

“Mhmm,” Harry hummed in response.

“Let’s kiss some more,” Kiara suggested, wiggling her hips in Harry’s lap to find a comfortable position.

Harry nodded his head in response letting his lips touch Kiara’s, but not yet giving in to her request. His hands find their way to her lower back, and Kiara’s hands now have made their way up to his shoulders.

“You look good. You know that?” Harry says against her lips.

Kiara now has a grin on her face and blushes at Harry as if she has never received a compliment in her life.

Kiara brushes a brown curl off of Harry’s face with her index finger, “You can’t give me compliments while I’m buzzed off of wine because you might make me fall in love with you.”

Harry smiles. “Why don’t I just fuck you like I love you?”

Harry realizes what he said and awkwardly takes his hands off of Kiara’s body, nervously running his hands through his hair.

Kiara see’s the worried look on Harry’s face, but she is just a tad bit too intoxicated to process the weight of Harry’s words.

“Or you could let me fuck you,” Kiara bodly suggests. “I just haven’t done it in a while, so you might need to take over when my legs get sore.”

Harry nods, his forehead pushed upon Kiara’s. He kisses her again, and is taken by surprise when she lightly bites on his lip. She then gives a quick kiss to the corner of the month, and then his throat. She leans over to kiss his collar bones, and Harry takes the opportunity to grab a handful of her ass.

He then slowly peels her underwear off of her. He drags it slowly past her thighs looking down at her soaking wet core.

“You’re wet,” Harry mummers into her ear.

Kiara cups Harry’s dick through his boxers, and slides them off of his hips.

Harry groans in pleasure when he feels her hand touch his hard dick that is leaking pre cum.

“Don’t get too cocky now,” her hand lazily pumps at Harry's length, which she finds to be quite impressive in size.

“Kiara, don’t forget who is in charge here,” Harry grits through his teeth.

Kiara dips her head down to lick at Harry's heavy balls, she then continues her way up to his shaft until she makes her way to his tip and suctions her lips around the pink swollen flesh.

Harry looks down at the Kiara, who is giving him those innocent eyes, as if she doesn’t have his entire dick in her mouth

“Oh fuck me,” Harrys rolls his eyes, and lets his head fall onto the headboard.

“I will. But let me suck you off first.”

Kiara passes her thumb over his dick, and kisses all around the tip. She licks him up and down before taking him into her mouth entirely, making sure to make eye contact with him.

Harry places his hand gently over Kiara’s head, asking permission to touch her. She blinks at him signaling to him that it's okay.

He took a rough grip to Kiara’s brown curls, moving her head up and down in a steady rhythm.

“That's it,” he encourages as Kiara suckles on his tip. “Fucking hell.”

She pulls her mouth from Harry's length and gives him a few sharp tugs.

“Slow down,” Harry pants. “Want to be inside of you when I come. Can you handle it?”

Kiara swings one leg around Harry’s lap, her core just inches away from Harry’s throbbing dick.

“Yeah I can.”

“Well what are you waiting for?”

Kiara slowly slides down on Harry’s dick, and his hands cling to the sides of hips, coaxing her on her way down. Harry groans at how tight and snug she feels around him.

Kiara is about halfway down when the blissful feeling starts to hit her. She tightens her grip on Harry’s shoulders biting her bottom lip.

“What's wrong? Thought you said you could handle it.”

Bravely, in one push Kiara glides right down Harry’s dick.

Harry groans with pleasure as soon as she makes it all the way down. His hands go out to grip her ass, and help her bounce up and down.

“That's it. Good girl. You like it when I call you that?”

“Yes,” Kiara responds, picking up her speed so that her tits move up and down with her.

“What do you want me to call you? I can call you my good girl, a slut, or whore. Which one do you prefer?”

“A whore,” Kiara is slightly embarrassed at what this man is doing to her, but she is so wrapped up in the lust of the moment that she really couldn’t care less.

“You're my dirty little whore, hmmm?”

Harry cranes his neck down to place a kiss on her tongue, lapping his tongue over her soft skin that smells like a floral scented perfume. He moans softly into her neck and squeezes at her fleshy hips.

“Yes.”

“Say it.”

“I’m your dirty little whore,” Out of nowhere Harry thrust his hips up to meet hers. “Fuck, Harry!”

Harry placed a wet kiss behind her hair before speaking, “How about you get on your hands and knees for me. I can fuck you like that.”

“Okay,” Kiara withdraws herself from him with ease due to how wet she was. She props herself on her hands and knees and arches her back for Harry.

Harry places a hand on her lower back. He rubs the tip of his dick over her wet folds before pushing in.

Harry moves slowly at first, testing out the waters to make sure he isn’t hurting her. Her sweet moans are only egging Harry on, and he is sure he isn’t gonna last another five minutes inside of her.

“Please Harry. Fuck me faster please.”

Harry hands grips on Kiara's fleshy love handles. It is a little tight for her liking however the pain is quickly drowned out by the intense pleasure she begins to feel.

This is a dirty shag. Harry is pounding into her at such an extreme pace that Kiara can’t even get a full moan out. Her little “uhhhh’s” and “nggggs” only encourage Harry on.

Kiara’s orgasm hits her first and it's just as blissful as she thought it would be. Legs trembling, her arms are no longer propping herself up, instead her right cheek is pushed up on the bed, and a bit of salvia is foaming out of her mouth.

“I’m gonna, oh god Kiara. Just give me a sec- fuck!”

Harry’s orgasm shortly follows and it's just as euphoric for him as it was for Kiara. This was one of the most satisfying sexual encounters Harry has had in a while and he wants to enjoy every second of being buried in Kiara’s warmth.

Harry was about to pull out from her but when he looked down at where they were connecting he realized how fucked he was.

Not only did he not wear a condom, but he most definitely came inside of her.

“Fuck,” Harry mumbles under his breath.

How could he be so careless? This has never happened to him. Harry has had quite the extent of sexual partners and he makes sure to always use a condom.

He wants to blame it on the wine but he didn’t even finish his glass.

“I need a second,” Kiara tiredly whispers, panting.

“I didn’t use a condom.”

“I’m sorry?” Kiara says still coming down from her high.

Harry runs his hand through his tangled hair nervously, “I didn’t use a condom. I haven’t had sex in almost a year though. I get tested regularly too. I’m sorry it just slipped my mind. I can run out and get you some plan B.”

“It's okay,” Kiara responds. She turns her head around to look at Harry. “Do you mind pulling out now though?”

Harry looks down at his dick, and then looks up at Kiara. “Oh yeah shit uhh.” He grabs on to Kiara’s hips and slowly pulls out of her.

“I haven’t had sex in like six months by the way,” Kiara slowly turns herself around to face Harry who has now tucked himself back in his boxers. “It could be longer honestly… it's been pretty dry here until now.”

“Yeah, same. Busy with work and what not.”

There is a moment of uncomfortable silence. Kiara has the sheets up to her bare breast, and Harry is not only taking in the raw beauty of the girl in front of him, and still beyond shocked he forgot to put on a damn condom.

“Well, I can get you some plan B. I think there is like a Target down the block from your apartment.”

“No, it's fine!” Kiara responds way too quickly. “I mean like, Trina has a stash in her car. I can steal from her in the morning. You don't have to rush out if you don’t want to. It’s not safe to drive at night, and you probably have such a long way to go.”

“You want me to stay?”

“Is that a bad thing?”

Harry shakes his head. “No...errr it's not. I would really like to stay.”

“Okay well I’m gonna pee. And clean myself up. I can bring you some water?”

“Water would be great.”

Kiara nods at him, standing up so that her white sheet is wrapped tightly around her body. She knows that there is no reason to hide from Harry. He just took her from behind and called her a whore, but Harry isn’t just any man. He is a man who looks like a greek god, and fucks like one too. So Kiara couldn’t help but be a little self conscious.

Kiara quickly comes back with two glasses of water. She has even changed into an old ratty T-shirt and a fresh pair of underwear.

Kiara hands Harry a glass and he takes a sip, “You know,” she starts, crawling into bed next to him. “If you told me you fuck like that maybe I wouldn’t have put up a fight at the cafe.”

Harry blushes, setting the glass on the nightstand next to him. “Didn’t plan this, you know. Not that I mind. Trust me, I like this.”

“I would be lying if I didn’t say I thought you were cute.”

“Oh,” Harry playfulls wiggles his eyebrows, scooting himself closer to Kiara on the bed. “Please do tell me more.”

Kiara pouts at Harry until he places a kiss on her bottom lip, another sloppy wet one on her cheek. He grabs at her sides, tickling her.

“Har- Harry! Stop, please!” Kiara begins to laugh uncontrollably. She even attempts to pull Harry’s enormous hands from her body but has no luck.

“Okay, okay,” she gives up, Harry pulling his hands off of her. “It was the whole curly hair, suit thing. I love a man in a suit, and you know you got an Americano. You have good taste in coffee.”

Harry smiles. “You make good coffee.”

Kiara hums awkwardly, not making eye contact with Harry, instead opting to stare at his mermaid tattoo with abnormally large tits.

“I like your hair too,” Harry speaks up. “It frames your face nicely. It was the first thing I noticed about you.” Harry’s ringed hands make their way to the top of Kiara’s thigh, rubbing her soft skin. “Then it was all the pins you had on your apron. You have a lot.”

“Oh. Yeah I’ve been collecting them over the years.”

“You had one that said, ‘Don’t be a damn.’ What does that mean?”

“I’m not sure,” Kiara shrugs, breathing out a relaxed sigh. “It was like my third year of undergrad. I studied abroad at the University Of Edinburgh, in Scotland and this guy who had a jewelry shop said it to me. The next day I came back he just gave me the pin and told me to always keep it with me.”

Harry smiles at Kiara with adornment, “I have family in Scotland. I’m from London though. Grew up there with my mum most of my life.”

“What brought you to New York then?”

“School then work. I went to Columbia,” Harry says, giving her the shortest answer possible. “I noticed you had it on your sweater earlier…. You know before you tore it off.”

“Shut up!” Kiara groans, striking Harry’s chest. “But yes I do go to Colombia. Just for my teaching credentials. I want to teach history.”

There is a beast of silence. “Are you sure if I stay the night? I don't want to intrude-”

“I want you to stay the night.”

Harry’s heart warms because no girl has ever said that to him. The feeling of butterflies swarming around in his tummy has come back, and he knows his cheeks are heating up in embarrassment.

“Alright.” Harry pulls Kiara’s body closer to him which makes her squeal in surprise. “Only if you keep me warm for the night.

+++

Harry is awake before Kiara.

Harry is used to waking up early for his job, and usually, he would be on his way to get his morning coffee and then head on down to the club.

However, he just can't leave the girl he just fucked last night.

Her breaths are short, and he can feel her heart thumping against his chest. She was properly attached to him, and Harry really liked it. Having her this close to him.

He takes the time while Kiara was asleep to not only watch her sleep peacefully but look at all the artwork she has displayed on her walls. There are no family pictures that Harry can spot, just a picture of her and Trina on her desk. It looks like they are at some club. Trina has a drink in her hand that looks like she is about to spill and Kiara is downing a shot.

Kiara stirs a bit in her sleep and Harry watches as she slowly blinks her eyes open.

“You're warm.” She blinks. “Do you want breakfast?” Kiara offers, nuzzling herself in the crook of Harry’s neck. “I make a really good omelet.”

Harry laughs. “Kiara I really can’t keep up with you.”

Kiara begins to innocently pepper kisses all over Harry’s neck. “What do you mean?” she pouts.

Harry groans once Kiara sucks on a sensitive right beneath his jawline. “For starters, you didn’t like me at all when we first met. Then we fucked because you claimed I was here just for sex. And now you are offering to make me an omelet.”

“What are you here for then?” Kiara presses.

Harry sighs, looking down at the pretty girl all tangled up in his arms. Harry knows exactly what he wants. He is twenty-seven and he is really looking for love. A life-long partner who he can come home to after a hard day at work. A partner who makes getting up in the morning all worth it. Someone who he can take out on dates, maybe even take to meet his brother.

He wants to take a leap of faith with Kiara. He wants to ask her on a date, however, he can’t bring himself to do that. He doesn’t want to put this girl in harm’s way because he likes her.

And it's not even about Kiara getting hurt. He would never let anything physically happen to the people he cares about in his life. It’s honestly about the hurt she would experience if something happened to him.

“I-”

Harry is interrupted by Trina barging into the bedroom.

“We will be late for the train if you don't get your ass up! You always sleep in--” Trina pauses once she realizes her best friend is wrapped up in her other best friend’s arms. “Oh fuck.” Trina points back to the door. “I’ll wait outside for you.”

“Shit,” Kiara grumbles to herself. “I forgot I had work.”

Harry watches as Kiara frantically pulls her underwear up her body. When she realizes Harry is staring at her, she turns around to slide on her black lace bra.

Harry isn’t trying to be that much of a dick, staring at Kiara while she is getting changed. It's just that her ass is littered with marks from his heavy handy, and a light bruise on her loved handles from holding her securely on his lap, while he pounded into her.

The bruises were tainted with the memory of last night, and Harry notices how every little mark told the story of their rough and passionate sex. Looking back on it Harry doesn’t know if he was too rough with the young girl. He doesn’t like that it was possible that he may have hurt her.

“You need to go,” Kiara demands, pulling her jeans on, and then her white shirt.

Harry picked up his white button-up shirt off the floor and threw it over his shoulder. “Kiara, was I too rough? Maybe you should put something on the bruises--”

“I’m going to be late for work Harry,” she snaps.

“Are you mad?”

Tears well up in Kiara’s eyes and this is very unusual for her. She never cries. She is not even sure why she is crying. She pauses for a moment not answering his questions.

“I’m fine,” Kiara answers with her back still facing away from Harry.

“You’re crying, Kiara.”

“I’m not!” Kiara yelled, throwing her hands up in the air turning around. “I- I’m just a little overwhelmed.” Kiara’s breath gets caught in the back of her throat. “I have school, and I work full time, and I’m interning at this elementary school...and that…” Kiara points to the bed. “That was the best sex I have ever had, and now I look like a complete freak.” She wipes a tear with the back of her hand. “I look like a complete freak because all we did was have sex and now I’m crying. It doesn’t have much to do with you I think. I’m just a little stressed.”

That was a complete lie and Kiara knows it. At this moment, she could care less about school or the stress of work. Its that empty feeling you have after sex knowing that this isn’t a forever thing. Harry will go back to being Harry, and she will go back to being Kiara. It is simply just sex...nothing more.

Harry gets off the bed in just his unbuttoned shirt and boxers. He tests the waters by placing a comforting hand on her back. “Is there anything I can do?”

“Just show yourself out please.” Kiara walks away from Harry’s hold, grabbing a scrunchie off her desk, and her purse. “I have to go.”

Harry doesn’t stop her. He knows that if he stops her he is gonna want to kiss her. Then he is gonna convince her to come back to bed with him, and he can’t do that. For her sake.

+++

“Are we not gonna talk about it?” Trina asks while she is driving her SUV.

Trina and Kiara usually take the subway together. It works out much cheaper for the both of them, but they can’t be late for work. Not during the Monday rush. Kiara is in the passenger seat pulling up her hair and frantically covering up a few hickies on her neck from last night. Trina is driving just a little bit above the speed limit, trying to make sure they both get there on time, and also worrying about her best friend who isn’t her usual bubbly self.

“There is nothing to talk about, other than I need some plan B,” Kiara replies dryly.

“You're joking.”

“Nope. Pass me your purse.”

Trina keeps one hand on the wheel and hands Kiara her purple purse from the back seat.

“Kiara you had sex with my best friend. Unprotected sex.”

“Exactly just sex,” Kiara shruged, digging up the pill from the bottom of Trina’s bag. “And I’m your best friend!”

“You are both my best friends!” Trina argued. “You know the poor boy actually likes you right?”

Kiara rolls her eyes. “Did he tell you that?”

“Yes! Actually, he did! More than once!”

“He is lying. I’m just a normal broke student. And him? He is a fucking rich man but he looks like a literal greek god! Trina you know I googled him. His past girlfriends are models! White, skinny blonde models. I’m not white, skinny, or blonde!”

“He was a party boy in the past!” Trina retorts. “He likes you, okay? He just has trouble communicating his feelings. I know you like him too. You just have this strange idea in your head that you are not good enough for him! Which is ridiculous.”

“It's whatever,” Kiara huffs, pooping the pill in her mouth and swallowing it, “It was a hook-up. A simple one night stand.”

“It’s okay to want something more Kiara.”

“He doesn’t want something more! It's so painfully obvious,” Kiara throws her hands up in the air.

Trina knows how stubborn her best friend is. It's why they get along so well. They both have this hot headed temperament. However, Kiara never really likes to give herself time to relax. She likes to be busy but it is clearly taking a toll on her mental health.

“Let me take you out drinking after work.”

Kiara turned her head towards her friend and smiled. “Thank you. Now we are speaking my language.”

+++

While Kiara’s working, a part of her secretly wishes that Harry would show up for his americano. She is trying her hardest to convince herself that he is not worth her energy or time, but the sex is still fresh in her mind and it doesn’t help that her body is showing evidence of what took place last night.

There is still that dull satisfying ache between her legs, the sound of Harry calling her a dirty whore plays on rewind all day. She is practically daydreaming about having sex with Harry again while making coffee.

Harry was the first man to meet her needs in that manner. Sure she has cum during sex a couple times, but it wasn’t anything mindblowing. In fact her orgasms were usually underwhelming, but with Harry he knew what he was doing. His dominance was a complete turn on.

And sure Kiara could be fuck buddies with Harry. But she thinks she deserves a little more than just casual hookups. She wants a relationship because at the end of the day, she wants to build a family. A family that makes up for her broken one.

Kiara has sat down and contemplated this before. Is it inherently selfish to want to fix her childhood trauma with a family of her own, but fuck. Can you really blame her?

+++

When Kiara gets home she quickly changes into a simple black dress. It hugs her curves nicely and it's the dress she usually pulls out when she used to go clubbing with Trina (which has come to a halt because of her pregnancy).

The subway ride to the club is filled with laughter and Trina having to help Kiara actually get on and off the train (because she pregamed at the apartment).

Once they got to the club, Trina walks up to the front of the line with Kiara.

The bouncer's eyes lit up as soon as he saw Trina, “Hi Trina. Umm, should I tell Harry you are here? James is also here too. I can let him know as well.”

“Harry is here?” Kiara questions.

Trina whispers in her ear, “Yes, this is his club.”

“I’m gonna need more drinks if I have to look at his stupid face again.”

Trina playfully rolls her eyes, “Yes, you can let James and Harry know we are both here.”

The bouncer pulls out his walkie talkie and opens the door for Trina and Kiara.

Kiara supports herself on Trina’s arm as they walk into the club, “You didn’t tell me we were going to Harry’s club?”

“I know, I thought you might put up a fight about it.”

She probably would have put up a fight about it, however she wouldn’t actually mind seeing Harry's stupid, beautiful looking face again.

The club itself is beautiful. The ceilings are covered with mirrors, and hanging down from them were stunning crystal chandeliers. The chairs are red, and glass tables are placed strategically in each booth. There is also a bar with some red stools, and a huge red door near it.

“What’s back there?” Kiara asks.

“The strip club. But we don't need to go over there. C’mon you wanted some wine, didn’t you?”

Trina and Kiara made their way to the bar and a heavily tattooed girl with a name tag that says Drew is working on the opposite side of the counter mixing drinks.

“Hey, Trina! What are you doing here? You can’t drink.”

“It’s for my friend, Kiara.” Trina gestures to her Kiara, who drunkenly waves back at Drew “She will take some wine, something sweet. I’ll just have some sprite”

Drew grabs a wine glass and puts it on the table before walking away. “Coming right up”

“James is that new guy you are seeing, right?”

“Yes. He works for Harry.”

Kiara has heard Trina mention James on multiple occasions. She even thinks he has come to the cafe a couple of times for lunch, but Kiara can’t put a name to the face. She is unsure if Trina and James are dating, but she is not sure how far she should pry. She does briefly remember Trina telling her that James does not care about Trina being pregnant. In fact Trina told her one day during their thirty minute break at work that James is just happy to be a part of Trina’s family.

“Mhmm. So Harry owns this club?” Kiara asks, taking a sip from her wine that Drew provided for her.

“Yeah. He owns a few more too. I believe it's a family business or something?”

Kiara sighs before downing the rest of her wine. “Just eat the fucking rich already.”

“Kiara? Trina?”

Kiara spins around on her chair, holding up her second glass of wine that Drew had given her and made eye contact with Harry.

He looks breathtaking. Hair neatly combed out of his face, tailored suit, ring decorated fingers that Kiara thought was repulsive, but now she can't stop thinking about how they feel against her heat.

“Trina, it's Wednesday,” Harry sternly told her, pressing two fingers to the bridge of his nose, slowly breathing in and out, trying not to lose his temper at his best friend.

“Are you not happy to see me?” Kiara says, standing up. She almost trips on her heels but Harry grabs her arm.

Kiara places her hand on Harry’s cheek. “I know you have to be happy to see me. You don’t fuck someone like that unless you hate them or love them. And who could hate me?”

“Okay!” Trina chippers up, grabbing her friend and bringing her back to the barstool. “Maybe we should get some water in you, okay?”

Harry is flustered because way too much is happening at once. Harry has told Trina multiple times that Wednesdays are not a good time to show up at the club. He has his meetings on Wednesday, and dangerous people are always floating in and out of the club talking business with Harry. He just wants to keep Trina and Kiara safe.

“Drew put all their drinks on my tab,” he tells the dark-haired bartender. “Trina, did you drive here?”

“No, we took the subway,” Trina answered.

Harry sighed frustratingly. “Okay. I'll take you two home. Just don’t leave here until I come get you.”

“Harry,” Trina starts. “I'm sure we will be fine. It’s not that big of a deal. James is here anyways--”

“Trina please.”

It's the crack in Harry's voice that caused Kiara to stop drinking her wine and look up at him.

Trina shoots Harry a look of sympathy. “Okay fine. We will stay here until you're done.”

Harry exhales the air he was holding in, a nervous habit he is still trying to break. “Okay. I will be done soon.”

“What's got his panties in a twist?” Kiara snorts as Harry walks away.

“I’m not sure actually,” Trina responds. “He is always stressed at work. I’ve been trying to get him to take a break for ages, but pulling that man away from his job is an impossible task.”

“He always seems so tense.”

Trina laughs, “Yeah maybe you can help him with that.”

“Well I see you have been helping his fellow associate...James.” Kiara wiggles her eyebrows at Trina.

Trina dramatically sighs. “Don’t even get me started on him.”

“What? I thought things were going great!”

“They are!” Trina assures Kiara. “But I’m still not sure what he wants. I’m pregnant and thirty. I really don’t want to fool around anymore. I want to settle down. The baby is coming soon and I won't have time for hookups and flings. He says he doesn’t mind that I’m pregnant, but he hasn’t said he wants a relationship with me.”

“Why don’t you just be upfront with him and ask?”

“Because I don’t want to scare him off!”

“You deserve someone who is upfront with their feelings, Trina. You are never gonna know until you ask.”

Trina sticks her index finger in Kiara’s face. “I’m not doing shit until you figure out what's going on with you and Harry.”

“Fine I’ll admit. The dick is good.”

Trina squealed. “I knew it, you filthy whore!”

“I'm just a little nervous. What if he is just hooking up with me for some weird black girl fetish? What if he is a racist?”

“I can tell you that's not Harry.”

“Am I ready for this?”

Trina takes a sip of her sprite. “I dunno. You know the answer to that question, not me.”

“Well I don’t know, and you don’t know. So that's my cue to keep drinking.”

Trina rolls her eyes and is about to tell Drew that this will be Kiara’s last glass of red wine until she makes eye contact with a man walking towards them.

“Fuck,” Trina grabs her purse then grabbed Kiara’s wrist. “Don’t talk to him okay? Just don’t look at him and maybe he will go away--”

“Trina... Haven’t seen you in a while.” The man's voice is heavy and dark. When Kiara looked up at him the first thing she noticed is that he is extremely well dressed, with a bling out watch on his wrist. “Who is the lovely lady you brought with you?”

“Leave her alone Dorian.” Trina says.

“What's your name?” The man reaches out to touch Kiara’s lower back but she flinches away.

“Don't touch me! Who do you think you are?”

He raises an eyebrow at her. “Feisty. Pretty too. You are one of Harry’s girls?”

“Excuse me? One of whose girls?”

“Are you not a dancer for the club?” the man asks in a condescending town that sets Kiara off.

“Oh hell no. You know damn well I’m clearly not stripping so what is it that you want from me?”

Trina leans into Kiara’s ear. “Kiara please leave it alone,” She grabs her wrist but Kiara quickly pulls it out of her grasp. “Let's just go.”

“No, let the girl talk Trina. She has quite a mouth on her anyway. Maybe she can put it to a much better use.”

Slap

Kiara’s hand connects with Dorian’s face before Trina could stop her. Trina knows her friend has a temper but so does Dorian. The slap slightly echoes over the music and gains a few people's attention including Drew, who stops mixing her drink and keeps her eyes on Dorian, who clenches his jaw and fixes his suit on his shoulders, trying to regain his composure.

“You shouldn’t have done that,” he mutters quietly.

“And what the fuck are you gonna… Ow!” Dorian roughly grabs Kiara wrist and drags her towards him.

He holds her hand above her head. “You don’t know who you are messing with. Do I need to show you?”

“Are you out of your fucking mind?” Kiara begins to squirm. “Let go of me before I kick you in the crotch--”

“Hmmmm. Maybe I should teach you a lesson. Don’t think Harry would mind if I borrowed one of his girls.”

“Refer to me as one of Harry’s girls one more time and I will do more than just slap you.”

“Dorian. Let her go.” Kiara’s eyes float from the man holding her wrist to Harry who is stalking up to her with a man right next to him. His voice was deep and assertive. Something Kiara never thought Harry to be other than when he was in bed.

Dorian lets Kiara’s wrist go and she stumbles back a bit towards Trina.

“Harry!” Dorian loudly greets. “I was just telling one of your whores she needs to watch that mouth of hers.”

“She is not a dancer, Dorian.”

“Oh, is she not? Such a shame,” Dorians eyes shamelessly rake Kiara up and down. “With a body like that I’m sure she could attract some clients for you.”

Kiara launches at Dornian but Harry is quick to grab her this time pulling her into his chest.

“Behave. Please,” he whispers in her ear.

“Dorian, you need to go.”

“Harry, you know better than that. Came here for my money. Come here every Wednesday to get my payment.”

“Well, you're not getting it today. Come by tomorrow.”

“Funny you say that since you know the history between me and your father--”

“I don't give a fuck about the history between you and my father!” Harry seethes stepping closer to Dorian. “You don’t see him here do you? I made you a deal. You will get your money, just not tonight. You don’t get to threaten my friends and then just demand money.”

“You don’t want to test me boy--”

“No, you don't want to test me. Not tonight. Leave.”

Dorian smirks at Harry before raising his hands up in defeat. “I’ll be here tomorrow. If you don’t have my money there will be problems.”

Harry watches Dorian walk fully out the door before turning to Trina and Kiara. “Both of you. My car now.”

“What just happened?” Kiara questions.

“Trina just take her to the car.”

+++

The car ride back to Kiara’s apartment is silent. Kiara sits in the back confused as to why Trina and Harry kept whispering to each other. A whole conversation is happening and Kiara’s trying to keep up, but she can only get bits and pieces of what the two are saying.

“I might be still drunk but I can hear you know.” That is a lie.

Harry’s eyes glance up to the rear view mirror. “Are you okay Kiara? He didn’t hurt you right?”

“No but I did hurt him. Slapped him. And if you didn’t come and interrupt I was about to kick him in the balls.” Kiara hiccups at the end of her sentence.

“She is right,” Trina agrees. “She is more of a fighter than she leads on to be.”

“Exactly!” Kiara yells. “So if you would have given me the chance I would have fucked him up.”

Harry, who was clenching his hand at the wheel during the whole drive, lets go and smiles. “I believe you Kiara.”

+++

Harry makes sure to walk Trina into her apartment safely, before helping Kiara to hers which was a challenge in itself because she can’t even walk in a straight line.

“Woah,” Harry says, wrapping his strong arms around Kiara’s waist trying to keep her balance. “How about you sit down on the bed?”

Harry helps Kiara walk into her bedroom and he slowly sits her down on her bed. Her hair is completely ruined, her dress slightly bunched up at her hips and her lips gloss slightly smudged. Harry thinks she looks beautiful. He is staring a little too long before he realizes he should help her take off her heels.

He gets down on one knee and his fingers begin to work on the claps of Kiara’s heels until she wraps her leg around Harry’s neck and pulls him closer to her thigh.

“Wine makes me horny.”

“I know,” Harry pushes himself away from her, no matter how tempting she looks, and goes back to undoing her heels. “But I think it would be smart if I get you to bed.”

“Why was that guy asking you for money?”

“Asking me anything but that.”

“Okay. Did you mean it?”

Harry slides one heel off her foot and looks up at her. “Mean what?”

“When we met.” He grabs Kiara’s other foot. “You said I was pretty. You meant it?”

Harry is silent for a couple seconds, his voice low. “Of course. Why would I be lying about that?”

Kiara shrugs as Harry glides her shoe off. “Guys are assholes. Well most guys are.”

“Mhmm. Where can I find some clothes for you?”

“Top drawer.” Kiara points at her dresser right in front of her bed. Harry walks over to get some clothes and places them on the side of her bed. “When I moved here I hooked up with this one guy from my class. I thought there was something going on between us ya know? He was nice at first. So I was gonna ask him if he wanted to go on a date because well, at that point we were hooking up. Turns out he had a girlfriend.”

“Sounds like a dick. Can I unzip your dress?”

Kiara nods her head and stands up hastily, turning around so her back is facing Harry. “I feel like I’m never good enough to be the girlfriend.” Harry listens closely as he zips Kiara’s dress slowly. Her delicate skin has goosebumps on it. When he gets all the way down to the top of her butt he pushes the dress off her shoulders, and allows her to step out of it.

“I’m good enough to hook up with. But never good enough to meet the parents or keep around longer than a couple weeks.” She turns around to face Harry, and grabs the shirt he picked out for her, throwing it over her head, and ignoring the pair of sweats he brought her, opting to stay in her underwear.

“So do you find me pretty in a fuckable way? Or do you find me pretty enough to keep me around longer than a few weeks?”

“Do you want me to answer that? Because you are really drunk, and my goal isn’t to scare you off.”

“Yes please,” she hiccups. “If you want to fuck around lets just be up front about it. Think I’ve gotten my hopes up about too many guys and I just wanna know.”

“Well I always think it's time for me to settle down,” Harry explains to her. “I’m twenty seven and my mum will not stop bugging me about it.” He laughs but Kiara stays silent. “I guess dating is just a bit confusing for me.”

“Confusing?” Kiara questions, tugging at the bottom of her shirt to make sure it is covering her butt.

“I really didn’t expect to be around this long. I’ve done a lot of stupid stuff Kiara, stuff that I really shouldn’t have done because it put my life at jeopardy. I think I never settled down because I didn’t think I was able to.”

“And what about now? Do you think you can settle down.”

Harry inhales and exhales quickly. “I’m not sure.”

“Okay.” Kiara turns her back to Harry and walks to her bed. She is definitely disappointed in his answer, but she knew she shouldn’t have gotten her hopes up.

“That doesn’t mean I don’t want to keep seeing you Kiara,” Harry quickly responds, breathlessly. “I want to take you to dinner.”

“You don’t have to pity me Harry-”

“I’m not pitying you,” Harry cuts her off. “I like you Kiara. You're a nice girl, beautiful too, and I mean that. My life can be… menacing to say the least. I like you enough not to drag you into my bullshit.”

Kiara tiredly rubs her eyes with the back of her hands. “What exactly is the bullshit?”

“It's my family business and my family… Well, they are interesting people.” That is all Harry could tell her without explicitly saying, “Instead of going into finance with my business degree from Columbia, I had to join my dad’s mafia and fix all his mistakes while he lives in a mansion, even though all I have ever wanted was to have absolutely nothing to do with the “‘family business.’”

“You seem like you don’t want to talk about it.” Kiara is now sitting with her knees up to her chest on her bed and Harry is towering over her small frame.

“No. I’m not a big fan of my past. But I want to get to know you, and you can get to know me. I’m busy with work, and sometimes it's hard for me to open up, but I’d really appreciate it if we took this slow.”

Kiara pouts. “So that means I can’t convince you to stay the night? Even if I suck you off?”

Harry smiles at her. “No.” He places a kiss on her forehead. “But I will come get you tomorrow at seven for dinner. Does that work?”

“Yes it does. Thanks for bringing me home tonight.”

“Anytime. I mean that.”

Kiara flips over to her side, hands resting underneath her head. “Drive safe.”

Harry is unsure about his life. In fact he is unsure about leaping into this with Kiara. He knows they aren’t dating, and that's good for him. He needs time to figure out his life. He knows if he wants to be in Kiara’s life, he has to pay off his fathers debt’s and get out of the mafia, or else he will never truly have the life he wants.

Right now, he can see a future with Kiara. He can see himself waking up next to her, making breakfast. He can see himself enjoying a domestic life with her.

He knows he can’t have that right now. But he sure is gonna work like hell for it. For her.

[linorangge]

Codes | Bangchan College! AU

Chan takes an interest in the generous computer science major and makes it his mission to befriend her. (Content Warning: Mild swearing, suggestive language). | Word Count: 1406 |  Part 2

Restless nights doing homework, due dates, 10 page essays, and a degree waiting to be conquered. College life wasn’t as glamorous as presented in movies, at least not for you. Parties weren’t a priority to you, the most you had done in your college career was get drunk off a whole bottle of wine when you passed finals.

Of course this didn’t mean you had no social life, you had a small friend group, although it was a bit hard to consistently hang out with them because you all majored in different areas.

You were consistent with school, work, and a somewhat active friend group. Life wasn’t that bad. Of course though, that didn’t last forever. You were a fifth year computer science major, and you took an advanced coding class. The class was small and rather easy to you, however it was quite the opposite to your peers. This required you to constantly give out answers and teach your classmates what the professor failed to teach.

“Hey!” a small voice whispered.

You ignored it, assuming the call wasn’t for you, and continued typing letter after letter.

“Yo!” the same voice called again.

You turned slightly and met eyes with a guy who was peeking at you through the wall of computers.

You nodded your head in his direction in response.

“What’s the symbol to move it to the left?”

“Move what to the left?” you said, turning fully now.

“The graph.” the guy replied.

“We’re not supposed to move the graph.”

“Then what do we move?” he said, his tone panicked.

“Nothing.”

He made a face of confusion and looked between you and his screen.

“Do you need help with anything else?” you asked.

He shook his head before briefly thanking you.

You turned back to your computer and soon the class ended and you were dismissed.

This time, a different guy went up to you, “What’s your major?”

You flinched in surprise since you had never seen the guy, much less talked to him.

“Computer science, you?”

“I’m kinda in the same boat.”

“Nice.” you deadpanned and started picking up the pace to go meet your friend Jihyo for lunch.

“What’s your name?” the guy asked.

Now you felt a bit odd, no one had really bothered to talk to you for anything other than school reasons, so why now all of a sudden?

“Y/n… you are?” you said, briefly slowing your pace.

“Chan, nice to meet you.”

You turned to look at him and gave him a polite smile before shaking his hand.

“So, do you need help with assignments? Or?”

“Oh! No not really,” he swallowed and let out a sigh, “Well kinda,”

You nodded in understanding, “So what is it? Codes? Typing issues?”

“Oh uh,” he was quiet for a moment, “I’m pretty new at all of this to be honest.”

“How come you’re in the advanced class then?”

“Uh,” he stuttered and stayed silent.

You stopped your walk and gave him a confused look. You waited for an answer.

“I have my ways.” he finally said, and you gave him yet another confused look.

“I’ve gotta go, but it was nice meeting you.” you said before smiling and giving him a little wave before making your way out of the building and to the courtyard where your friend awaited you.

All the while Chan watched you walk away in longing.

__

As of the beginning of the semester, Chan had seen you around campus, he noticed the way you carried yourself and the way you knew every move you were making, everything you did made you seem so sure of yourself.

So what? Chan found out Jeongin was one of your closest friends and forced Jeongin to tell him your major. Computer Science? Perfect! Producing had something to do with computers at least.

Chan took the class to at least have something in common with you. It was pure luck they even let him take an advanced course when he had little to no experience. And it was once again pure luck when your schedules somehow aligned for you to take the class in the same hour.

Soon, Chan noticed the way no one really bothered to talk to you unless they were asking for answers. In a way, he admired you, yet pitied you all at once. You however, weren’t too bothered by this fact considering you didn’t mind helping people to begin with.

The whole three times he had seen you at a public place, you were alone and eating some variety of a sandwich. He made sure to make a mental note of that. And when he found out Jeongin was in your friend group, boy did that take a toll on his entire perception of you.

Chan still remembered the day he found out. He was at Felix’s dorm with Hyunjin, Felix, and of course, Jeongin.

They were playing video games and Chan was talking out of his ass, completely letting his mouth wander off about anything and everything that came to mind. And then he mentioned you.

“There’s this one girl....”

The boys stayed silent, waiting for him to finish his sentence.

“Okay?” Hyunjin had said, waiting for more.

“I don’t know, she looks kinda cool.”

“Cool how?” Felix mumbled, half of his brain trying to maintain the conversation, the other half trying to help Jeongin.

“Well not cool, she’s like, I don’t know.”

“Dude pick a struggle.” Hyunjin said jokingly.

Chan rolled his eyes, “I don’t know, I hardly know her, I’ve just seen her around.”

“Hm,” was all Felix said, before the conversation moved on. They talked about annoying professors and how bad the lunch meat was, until Jeongin got a facetime call from you.

“Aw damn, hold on, Chan cover for me.” Jeongin had said, hurriedly handing over the controller and answering the call.

Your face popped up on the screen and you had a big smile, “Where are you?”

“Friend’s dorm, why?” Jeongin said as he turned the volume up to hear you over the gunshots from the game.

“I got you iced americano!” you said happily waving the drink around and showing it to the camera.

Jeongin smiled, his dimples becoming visible, “Aw thanks, I’ll go get it from your place later.”

“Okayyy, but don't take too long, ‘cus the ice will melt!”

Chan looked between Jeongin and his phone and saw your face and practically went into cardiac arrest.

He dropped the controller and excitedly whispered to Hyunjin, “Dude that’s the girl!”

“What?” Hyunjin looked at Chan like he was a mad man.

“Dude, that’s the girl I was talking about, the one I called cool.”

“The girl Jeongin’s on the phone with?” Hyunjin whispered back.

“Dude yeah.”

“Chris can you fucking play the game, we’re literally about to die.” Felix said rather loudly.

“Chan I told you to cover for me.” Jeongin said looking up from the call he was still having with you.

“Oh shit.” but it was too late, Chan was unable to revive Felix, all hope was lost, the match was a failed attempt at winning a first person shooter game.

Frustrated, Felix let himself fall back into the carpeted floor and sulked in silence.

“I’ll see you in a bit, bye y/n!” Jeongin waved and Chan caught one last glimpse of you waving back and smiling before Jeongin hung up.

“Dude how do you know her?”

“Why?”

Chan made an exasperated face, “Answer the question younging.”

“I met her at orientation, why do you ask?”

“She’s the cool girl.”

“Cool girl?”

“Were you even listening earlier?”

“Dude I was just trying to win a match, that you totally sabotaged.” Jeongin rolled his eyes and stood up.

“I’ll catch you guys some other time, I’ve got an iced americano to press my luscious lips to.” Jeongin started collecting his things but Chan stopped him.

“What’s her major?”

“You’re being mega weird about this girl Chris.” Hyunjin mumbled as he scrolled through his phone.

“I’m just trying to find some background info.”

“Okay stalker.”

Chan looked at his friend for a long while before deciding it was better if he didn’t throttle him.

“Her major, what is it?”

“Computer science, so she probably won’t have classes with you.” Jeongin shrugged and bid his goodbyes to the group before leaving.

All the while, Chan’s brain swirled with new ideas about the information given to him.

[marshunter06]

@elskamo because I adore you I will write a thing for it, but tbh this really should be a multichaptered fic. I’m just the worst at writing those, so here’s a shortened version. Also you should totally write that alternate world tour idea, it sounds super dope!

“If you think he’s cute, why don’t you just go talk to him?”

“Who are you even talking about?”

“Don’t play dumb with me, I know you Duncan. Just because things didn’t work out with us doesn’t mean you’re not still my best friend. I can read you like a book.”

“You should stick with reading actual books Princess, don’t you have other people to bother. Like Trent?”

“Stop trying to change the subject, he’s literally looked over at you at least twice now. Go say hi.”

“Not interested, besides you know I only have eyes for you Court.”

“Not interested.”

“You break my heart Princess.”

“And you’re unbelievable. Oh look, there’s Heather and oh!”

“What?”

“Looks like she knows your guy.”

“No, Courtney! Don’t you dare!”

Too late, his ex girlfriend proves to still be a pain in his ass as she waves down Heather and motions for her and her handsome friend to join them in their booth. Courtney makes sure Heather sits next to her as they’re all introduced to Alejandro, a childhood friend from her daycare days who she managed to keep in contact with.

“Duncan, Court, this is Al.”

“Heather.”

“Kidding, his name is Alejandro. He just moved here, so he’ll need all the social interaction he can get.”

“I was doing fine on my own.”

“Sure, that’s why I found you napping on the couch with a documentary on whales playing in the background. You need to get out more.”

“I told you already I had it on for the ocean sounds.”

“Dude’s got a point, waves are pretty soothing… um… you know at least that’s what the homies… I mean Geoff tells me.”

Courtney shoots Duncan a pointed look as to say I told you so when he just had a brainfart and blanked out on the words, it had nothing to do with how distracting his new… friend is. None at all.

😏😏😏

Heather: You know if you wanna talk to him, you should’ve just done it. I’ve never seen you this nervous before, I really gotta meet this guy.

Alejandro: Haha, really funny Heather. The only reason why I’m even looking at him is because you’re running thirty minutes late.

Heather: Right… it’s why you’ve only been sending me messages about him when there must be at least twenty other people at the diner.

Alejandro: The guy has a green mohawk! It’s very in your face!

Heather: Oh yeah, not that you were paying extra attention to him or anything… I mean you must just have keen observation skills to see that his eyes are a unique shade of light blue you’ve never seen before and that he has a dimple only on his right cheek when he smiles… but you would notice that about anyone.

He was still struggling with a reply when he catches the guy he totally hasn’t been checking out, no matter what Heather thinks, looks over at him for the third time since he’s been in the corner spot. The sound of the door chiming along with a pair of heels on the tiles lets him know his lunch buddy has finally arrived. She doesn’t even apologize for being late, just glances at her phone and smiles at her while firing away a text message before putting the phone back in her purse.

“You’re not even going to say hello?”

“No time, we have some people to meet.”

Before he even has the chance to question her further, she’s already pulling him out of the booth towards, the guy with the green hair and his friend… that Heather clearly knew and didn’t tell him about. Great, he’s been set up. She shoots him a wink as she sits down next to the brunette he knows as Courtney, leaving him no choice but to slide in next to Duncan.

😏😏😏

“Wait, oh my gosh Duncan! This is big! Your first date together! Where are you guys going?”

“Slow your roll Princess, it’s not a date. We’re just going to watch that new scary movie since someone bailed on me.”

“Going to a movie is a date, I knew you liked him!”

“Yeah, no. Dude seems chill and he was free, that’s the only reason. We’re just two guys hanging out.”

“Sure, just like how Trent and I are just two friends who text each other everyday.”

“We don’t text everyday…”

“Ha! I knew you had his number!”

“... of course I do… we’re friends… don’t wait up.”

😏😏😏

“Wow, look at you getting all dressed up, hot date? Actually don’t answer that, where’s Duncan taking you?”

“I’m just wearing a button down and how’d you know I was hanging out with Duncan?”

“From the way you were smiling at your phone even though you two have been texting non stop all day, and is that what you’re calling it? Hanging out.”

“We’re just going to see a movie.”

“Netflix and chill.”

“No Heather, at a movie theater.”

“Oh, a bit voyeuristic for the first date, but I’m not judging.”

“We’re just friends. Nothing’s happening. I don’t like him like that.”

“Right, just remember to use protection.”

😏😏😏

Somehow they end up having a picnic in the park a couple weeks after their movie not date. Clearly neither of them are interested in being anything more than friends, though their roommates keep trying to push them together. Even though again, they were just friends. Just two bros eating homemade food they made for each other on a nice sunny afternoon in a secluded part of the park next to the lake. Totally normal and definitely not a second date. It’s easy to confuse it as one, especially when they start talking and get to know each other more, what their families are like, favorite foods, hobbies. Just questions to get to know each other better, as friends of course.

😏😏😏

“So when are you going to make things official with Alejandro?”

“Nice to see you too Heather. Courtney’s over at Trent’s.”

“Dodge the question again. I dare you.”

“Al and I are just friends.”

“Woah. This is serious.”

“What?”

“Alejandro doesn’t just let anyone call him Al. He hates being called that…”

“Yeah I know cause José’s a douche… stop looking at me like that.”

“And you’re still trying to convince me there’s nothing there?”

“He doesn’t like me like that and I don’t see him that way. We’re just friends.”

“You two are impossible I swear.”

😏😏😏

“Courtney? Heather’s not…”

“I’m not here for her, what are your intentions towards Duncan?”

“I don’t know what…”

“Don't finish that sentence. You guys have been dating for the past two months. Is this just a fling? I need to know how invested I need to be in this. Duncan’s been through a lot already…”

“I know, his parents, really his dad is an asshole.”

“He told you that…”

“Yeah, of course he did. I know about his time in juvie too, he had a crush on…”

“Dylan. Alright, I guess we’re done here.”

“You’re just gonna leave now?”

“Yep. Oh and by the way, his birthday is coming up…”

“This saturday.”

“Exactly… and I’ll be busy working overtime that day which means I’ll probably end up crashing at Trent’s since it’s so much closer to the office…”

“Didn’t you request his birthday off months in advance.”

“He doesn’t know that.”

😏😏😏

A whole year passes and somehow Duncan and Alejandro are still in denial. They act like a couple, invading each other’s space, giving each other gifts for birthdays and anniversaries, and holding hands in public. Courtney and Heather have both caught them on five separate occasions of them in promising positions with red lips and hickes they tried to hide. It’s exhausting getting them to admit they like each other and are together in a relationship. At this rate, the girls have given up, as long as they’re happy.

😏😏😏

“You’re going to smudge your mascara, I thought you used the waterproof one.”

“Guess I grabbed the wrong one. I’m surprised you’re not crying? How did I become the emotional one.”

“Probably because I’m still annoyed at them for denying they’re relationship when they’re literally getting married right now! Who does that?”

“Let it go Court, they just don’t want to admit we’re right.”

“Okay, but doing this for tax breaks is a lousy excuse. Just like when they were claiming they wanted to save more money by moving in together when our leases were nearing its end.”

“Boys, what are you going to do. Speaking of…”

“This is their day Heather. Look at those two. I swear they’ve only had eyes for each other since the day at the diner.”

“About that…”

“... no… you’re kidding!”

“Fate works in mysterious ways. Who would’ve known they met when they were kids and never forgot about each other.”

“Well that explains why they were so drawn to each other in the first place.”

Duncan and Alejandro both gave a special smile to their former roommates finally acknowledging that they were right to think there was something more to their friendship. Funny how they kept trying to convince themselves there was nothing there when it couldn’t be farther from the truth. They were always meant to meet and continue falling together.

[fallingstarnovel]

Chapter Three

That Monday, when he got to the lecture hall, he glared at Aliya for the entire time. She was visibly avoiding his gaze, tugging down her hair so she wouldn't make eye contact with him.

After it ended, he quickly walked over to her, coughing loudly from behind his fist.

"So. Judas comes to face his crimes."

Aliya turned and gave him a pitying look. "I'm really sorry! I completely forgot I had a revision session in the morning and I had to prepare for it. I felt so guilty."

Evan glared at her for another second – before rolling his eyes with a smile. He was a benevolent kind of person when he wanted to be. "It's fine."

"You sounded like you had a good time," Aliya teased him. “Your texts were indecipherable.”

"Uh. I think I did." He pulled a face as he failed to remember literally anything about how he got home. "It’s all kind of a blur. There was this girl..."

Aliya's eyes went wide. "There was?"

"Ah, shut up, she just said a bunch of stuff at me and then... Hm. I don't remember much after that, but clearly nothing weird happened since I got home safe and fully dressed."

Aliya tutted. "This is why I don't drink. Sounds kind of scary."

Evan opened his mouth to say something like "you get used to it", but then he remembered that he was trying to be normal and closed his mouth again. "Yeah. Haha, a little. I'm not sure you would have enjoyed the party. It was loud and everyone was off their faces."

"Maybe. I'm glad you were okay, though. And you got home safe."

Evan smiled. By now, they were long outside the lecture hall and were walking through campus. Students were rushing from building to building, or walking in groups and chattering away together. So many people who were meant to be here. They all looked like they were right at home.

There was a flash of black in the corner of his vision. Evan turned his head automatically, only to see the black cat from a few days ago sprawled across a wall. It was staring at him with green eyes, unblinking and imperious.

"Oh, it's the university cat," he said to Aliya. "Look."

"Aww. I'm more of a dog person," she said bluntly.

The cat's eyes narrowed in disgust.

Evan was about to go over and pet it when he heard someone say his name over his shoulder. He looked behind him, only to see a boy with curly blond hair and an angelic smile. He was looking at the cat with a strangely intense gaz, before snapping back to smile at Evan.

"Ruth!" he said. "Hey!"

Ruth waved. "Hello again. You look like you've recovered from Friday night."

Wait. Wait a minute... Evan squinted at him, before feeling his face flush red. Was Ruth there as well?! He didn’t remember seeing him at all!! He laughed awkwardly. "I am. So sorry. I don't remember a lot. I was... very drunk."

Ruth nodded. "I was. I thought you might have difficulty remembering."

Aliya's eyebrows inched up her forehead, right into her hijab. Evan realised that he had been quite rude, and quickly introduced her. "This is my terrible friend from Astro. She invited me to the party and then left me to die."

"I'm Aliya," she said, elbowing him in the stomach subtly.

Ruth gave her a polite nod, before turning his attention back to Evan. "I hope you don't mind that I let myself into your house. You seemed very worried that I was going to harvest your organs."

"You were the one who took me home?!” Evan yelped, feeling the blood rush all the way to the tips of his ears. “Oh, haha, what? Haha, so weird," Evan said, feeling himself dying of mortification again. "Thank you so much. I don't mind at all. That was really nice of you. Usually I just stumble home by myself, you know? God, sorry, I must have been so annoying to handle."

Ruth shook his head, his hair tumbling around his ears. "You weren't annoying at all. You were very sweet, like a well behaved child."

Evan wanted the ground to swallow him whole. "Haha, that's good. Still, I'm so sorry. Thank you. Augh."

How was he so bad at this?

An idea occurred to him. He quickly started rummaging in his pockets. "Wait, wait, I think I owe you a coffee for saving my life twice now. I don't have a lecture for a while, so..."

Ruth looked at him in surprise. There was a yawning moment of silence in which Evan questioned everything that made him ask that question and wondered if it was too late to change his name and move to Mexico.

But then Ruth smiled. "I think I owe you one instead. You spilled yours last time."

"In that case, I'll pay for yours and you pay for mine, and we can call that even," Evan laughed, feeling relief flood through him.

There was a polite cough from behind him. "Well, I have a study group to get to, so," Aliya said, shooting Evan a knowing smile. "I'll let you two go have fun. See you, Evan."

Evan felt a little bit guilty at accidentally muscling Aliya out of the conversation. He waved her goodbye and turned back to Ruth, and all his guilt was forgotten. Ruth's smile was blinding. There were two little dimples in his cheeks. Wow, he didn’t know anyone in real life with dimples.

"Let's go," he said, inclining his head in the direction of the coffee shop, and off they went.

Evan watched Ruth over his coffee while trying to look like he was doing no such thing.

Ruth was fascinating. He had a very handsome face, with eyes that could have been carved into one of those old statues they kept in the museums of Rome. His movements were all graceful and deliberate, from the way he stirred his coffee to the way he unwrapped his blue scarf from around his neck.

He was also tall. Evan wasn't short – okay, he was kind of short – but Ruth made him feel like a god damn manlet.

"So," he said, because he felt the need to fill the silence with something, "what course are you on?"

"Actually, I'm a part time student."

"Eh, no way. I didn't know you could do an undergrad part time!"

Ruth smiled and shrugged. "I have a job on the side. It takes up a lot of my time. I suppose the university understood I had other commitments."

Evan blinked. "Wow. Must be an intense job."

"You have no idea," Ruth said, something steely glinting in his grey eyes. "But it's rewarding."

"Is it why you skip so many lectures?"

Ruth nodded. Evan couldn't hold back his curiosity.

"Then what is it?"

Supermodel? Secret agent? Government official? What was important enough that the university would let him mess around with the schedule like this?

Ruth just winked at him, and Evan immediately upgraded all his guesses. Eldest son of a mob boss. Heir to the CEO of a huge corporation. A superhero in disguise as a student.

"That's fine. I didn't want to know anyway," Evan lied. "I bet it's something boring like business management."

Ruth ran his finger along his cup, his eyes flickering down to the table. "In a way, I suppose you're not far off."

"So... why astrophysics?"

"No reason, really. I just felt something pulling me here. That's all."

Wow! Such a free spirit! This guy was definitely some kind of billionaire. Only a rich person could afford to come to university on a whim and then spend half his time doing something else instead. Evan, who thought coffee was a fancy treat, tried to contain his jealousy and failed.

They drank their drinks in companionable silence. Evan was full of questions, but he didn’t want it to seem like he was interrogating his new friend. He was just curious!

“Do you... go to a lot of student parties?”

Ruth shrugged. “Not generally.”

“Oh. Aside from last night, I guess. Um... actually, about last night... I was wondering about what exactly happened.”

Ruth went still. “Yes?”

“Was I... alright? When did I go home?”

“I found you upstairs in someone’s bedroom with a few people. It looked like you were playing some kind of game that involved kissing,” Ruth replied. “You seemed very uncomfortable with the situation. Did I misread that?”

A kissing game. What the hell. Evan hadn’t played one of those for years. He wondered who he was smooching when Ruth discovered him. So deeply, horrifically embarrassing.

“I have no idea,” Evan replied with a shrug. “I don’t really remember if I was comfortable or not.”

There was a faint frown colouring Ruth’s pleasant smile. “Then I’m glad I was there regardless. There should be no room for doubt with things like this.”

“Hah, in an ideal world. In my experience, there’s always doubt. You just kind of have to move on afterwards.”

Ruth’s throat bobbed, but he didn’t say anything else. His coffee was steaming so much that it fogged up Evan’s glasses, and he took them off with a chuckle to clean them. “Wow, look at that,” he said, desperate to change the subject. “It’s that time of the year where I go blind every time I enter a warm room. You don’t wear contacts, right?”

Ruth, still speechless, shook his head. Oh, this was awkward. Evan got the horrible feeling that he had messed up somewhere.

“So lucky. Well, hah, look at the time. I should start heading to my next lecture.”

He didn’t have a next lecture. That was a lie. But he really didn’t want to hurt the poor guy’s feelings. He started gathering his stuff slowly, trying not to look like he was rushing out of there. Ruth let out a deep breath, before reaching across to lightly touch Evan’s wrist. His skin was very hot from where it had been holding his coffee cup.

“The next time you go to a party,” he said quietly, “take me with you.”

“Sorry?” Evan said, certain that he misheard.

“Take me too. I, ah.. I’m actually quite nervous around people. And I find it difficult to go alone. It would be... nice to have a friend to go with.”

“Oh, dude, me too,” Evan said, giving him a reassuring smile. “I have mad social anxiety. I actually don’t get invited to a lot of things like that anymore, but if I do, I guess I’ll text you and see if you’re free?”

Ruth nodded, his hand slipping off Evan’s wrist.

“Thanks.”

“It’s no worries. We can be anxious buds together.”

With a slow incline of his head, Ruth signalled that he would like that, and Evan felt some of his nervousness settle somehow. It was a surprisingly soothing gesture.

“Well. See you at the next one.”

“See you then.”

And then Evan rushed off to hide in the library for a couple of hours so Ruth wouldn’t see him walking around campus when he was supposed to be in a fake lecture instead.

Evan was getting out of the shower when he noticed something black flash in the corner of his vision. He whirled around, rubbing shampoo out of his eyes, visions of getting murdered by some opportunistic shower murderer running through his brain.

However, when he looked around, there was nothing there. He swore he saw something, though. Something in the reflection of the bathroom tiles near his back.

When he was done, he stopped by the mirror in the hallway and checked his body just in case the black thing had been a huge house spider or something. It wouldn’t be the first time that he had a spider fall on him in the shower. Usually they washed down the sinkhole, leaving Evan shivering and feeling strangely violated, but what if this one managed to cling onto his naked skin?

There was no spider. Instead, sprawling across Evan’s lower back like a trampstamp was a sprawling, intricate black tattoo, formed from archaic lettering and symbolism that he couldn’t read.

“Hey, what the fuck,” he said into the empty house.

Having no housemates meant that he couldn’t run into anybody’s room and ask them to read whatever the hell it now said on his back. He tried rubbing at it, but nothing happened. It didn’t even feel weird or raised. It just felt like skin, and it didn’t budge.

Not even soap or nail polish remover got it off his back. It was like ink had sunk into his skin and stuck there overnight.

Evan was, understandably, more than a little freaked out.

> HEY UHHH SO > sent: image_5473843.jpg > ???

wow, that’s a really interesting tattoo!! when did you get it? <

> well you see that’s the thing aliya. i didn’t. > i do not know where this tattoo came from. ummm > i am freaking out a little!!

wh??! < you mean it just....??? appeared?? <

> yeah?? i literally do not remember getting any tattoo there??! ever?

you do have a lot of tattoos... are you sure you didn’t forget about one of them? <

> you don’t just forget about a tattoo!! > okay actually. sometimes you do. BUT NOT THIS BIG. THIS IS A TRAMP STAMP > I WOULD NEVER GET A TRAMP STAMP > oh god what if this happened while i was drunk at that party

ok calm down do you want me to come over and look at it? <

> no, it’s fine. i’ll just. ???? hhhhhhhhh > wait, there is something you can do! can you get me the numbers of uhh. fuck what was their name uhhh Tree. Branch > ROCK > and there was this girl who dressed like a goth, they were both at the party, can you ask your netball friends if they have their numbers? they might know what happened?? i guess? help?

i’ll ask around babe x sorry about this maybe go to the police? <

> they’ll just say i was drunk and there was nothing they could do. but thank you anyway i really appreciate this. sorry for bothering you

no need to apologise at all xx hoping you’re okay xx message me whenever you like <

Evan examined the tattoo in the mirror again. Now that the shock had worn off... well. Aliya was right. He already had so many tattoos. Most of them were already stupid ones he got on a whim. So even if he didn’t ask for this one... it was okay, right? It wasn’t so bad.

It was even kind of cool, in an old-school, mall goth kind of way. Spidery webbing and dots of red ink in what he thought might have been flowers of some kind. He tried to take a photo with his phone, but his hands kept shaking, so he just kept getting blurry pictures of his ass. Not ideal, honestly.

With a sigh, he stretched out on his bed and examined his older tattoos. His favourite one was still the navy outline of a falling star stretching down his inner arm towards his hand. It was his first proper one that he got done at a real tattoo parlour. A lot of the earlier ones were... well, the less said about how close he got to a skin infection, the better.

With a sigh, he tugged on a long sleeved shirt from his closet. Until he could work out why he suddenly had that black monstrosity on the back of his hips, he wasn’t sure he wanted to accidentally keep catching glimpses of it in every reflective surface.

Wait a minute. There was someone else there at the party. Someone who might have seen something that could help.

He opened up the messages from the unknown number and prayed that it was who he hoped it was.

> heyyy ruth i hope this is you!! haha hi

The reply came back about half an hour later, which was just long enough for Evan to overthink everything that had ever happened to him.

It’s me. Rest assured. :) <

Oh god. How to word this?

> well i’m doing good actually i’m you know. chilling! > actually there was something i wanted to ask you > please excuse the ass in this photo!!!!!

The what. <

> sent: image_5473843.jpg

Who did this. <

> funny question! i don’t know > i was hoping you could help???

I’m coming over. <

> no, i meant like do you remember seeing anyone at the party with a tattoo gun or a stick and poke or something?? you don’t have to come over sorry i don’t want to be a bother

You’re not a bother. I’m coming over. <

Well. Fuck. Evan panicked and threw on a pair of sweats and a hoodie, and then felt stupid, because presumably Ruth was going to come and look at the tattoo. Maybe he should wear nicer clothes? Did he have time to tidy his room?

> are you sure haha i don’t want to inconvenience you!!!

I was in the area anyway. It’s okay if you don’t want me to come over. But I have an idea about what happened. < Sorry. I know this must be alarming. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable. <

Evan thought about it. Well. It was the only lead he had.

> sure why not come on over

I’m outside. <

The doorbell rang.

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[hoebii]

Fishy Business

Pairing : Jin x Reader (Platonic), Namjoon x Reader, Jimin x Yoongi

Genre : Fluff

I got the prompt from @voiceswithoutlips-kas​ (she’s amazing, also she thinks I’m a vampire which is obviously ridiculous hahahaha >.>) and I actually enjoyed writing this :DD As usual, never proof read, we die like men. If you have any ideas/prompts send them in if you want cause I really do wanna write but I’m already out of ideas :,) Also thank you so much for 57 followers! I’m so thankful for you all, you have no idea how happy I am! I’m glad you guys seem to like my writing even though it’s not the best. Feedback is always welcome!

Most students at Hogwarts had lovely and perfectly normal animal companions. The usual cats, toads, and owls were nothing to look twice at. You? You on the other hand had a blobfish in a bowl that demanded you carry him everywhere, because oh yeah, he talks. When he’s not telling you ridiculous stories about him being cursed for being too handsome, he’s judging your every move and making your life difficult.

Just like any other day, you were walking down the corridor towards your dorm with your dearest blobfish in your hand alongside all the books you had to carry to classes. Except today was just a tad different.

“Wow you really act like that when you’re around that Namjoon guy? How has he not run away from you yet” “Jin I am not above dropping you right here, right now and you know it.” you seethed, still embarrassed from earlier events. What events you ask? See, you have been crushing on Kim Namjoon, the Ravenclaw prefect, for years now. You have spoken to him on multiple occasions but you wouldn’t call yourself his friend. You shared some common friends (your only friends ahdgfjh) but you were always too shy to actually strike up any sort of conversation with Namjoon.

Now imagine the shock when THE Kim Namjoon walked up to you after potions class and asked you for help regarding the subject. But as life hates you, before you could say something you heard a voice from the table where your things were chime in with “Why would you want her help? She’s a dumbass” 

Both Namjoon and you looked down at the blobfish now staring up at Namjoon with the most judgmental look you’ve ever seen a fish have. (Then again you never saw another talking fish before him) You were about to go off on Jin when Namjoom chuckled and said,”I’m sure that’s not right Jin-ah.” He crouched down to face the fish before continuing “You shouldn’t be saying such things about her when she takes such great care of you.” cue his dimpled smile.

“Take care of ME? Excuse you but she does NOT take care of me. All she does is feed me and clean the water. Anyone can do that! Besides she’s always talking and talking and talking.” Amused, Namjoon asked “Oh? And what might she be talking about all day then?” “You of course. She never shuts up about you, your pretty face, smart brain, sexy b-” 

“OKAY THAT’S ENOUGH.” You quickly snatch up the small bowl you keep Jin in before you dart out of the class and speed walk away, face now beet red. You’re pretty sure if it were possible, steam would be coming out of your ears right now.

Coming back to the present, when you hear no more reply from Jin, you huff and walk faster towards your dorm so you could finally scream into your pillow after all that went down.

-

It has been a week since you started avoiding Namjoon like the plague (which meant you were also avoiding all your other friends too) and giving Jin the silent treatment. You’re not ready to face Namjoon after everything that happened and you’re still mad at Jin. But in the end you loved the damned fish too much to actually hold a grudge so you still carried him everywhere.

You were once again walking down the corridor but this time towards the library when you heard someone calling your name.

You turn around to find the person who called your name was none other than Kim Namjoom but he had Park Jimin and Min Yoongi with him. 

Park Jimin and Min Yoongi were both slytherins like you. They were the princes of Slytherin and happily dating each other. You were about to ignore the trio and walk away in hopes of avoiding yet another awkward encounter (you could apologise to Jimin and Yoongi later, they’re your best friends they’d understand) but before you could do that Jin was already speaking (screaming actually but cut him some slack he was tired of no one talking to him for a week. He needed attention babe he’s JIN) “Y/N LOOK IT’S NAAAAMJOOOON”

You were about ready to actually drop Jin (not really you love his extra ass) and run away but before you could make the first move you felt Jimin pull you into a side hug (it’d be too awkward to hug you properly with you holding a bowl with a talking fish in it)

“Y/N-ieeeee where have you beeeen I haven’t seen you in a week and we’re literally in the same house” Jimin whined while hugging you closer. You heard Yoongi laugh before saying “Babe I think you know why she dropped from the face of earth” 

You saw Namjoon smiling at the scene in front of him, dimples on full display, but you refused to make eye contact. “S-shut up I didn’t drop off the face of the earth. You’re being dramatic. I was just a little busy”

You heard Jin scoff at your statement but otherwise stayed quite... for now. Jimin stepped back from you before giving you a look that screamed ‘really dude?’ to which you glared back at him, daring him to say something.

Yoongi sighed, gently took Jin from your hand before taking Jimin’s hand and walking away without saying anything else to you.

You were about to run after them (they just took your fish wtf) but Namjoon had already grabbed your shoulder to prevent that. You stood there trying to plan your escape, back still faced towards Namjoon when you heard Namjoon sigh.

“You know... you have a pretty face too...” 

At that you whipped around to face Namjoon who was looking at you with such a soft gaze that you could just swoon. “W-what?” “You have a pretty face too, you’re adorable actually.”

You were staring at him with wide eyes, still trying to process what he was saying. “I actually came up to you that day after class because I like you too you know? Liked you for a while now actually. The guys always told me you felt the same but a pretty girl like you liking me back-” “Hey you’re very good looking don’t say it like that!” “haha thank you but it’s true. Anyway, I asked for your help that day not because I actually needed help, I was just trying to find a reason to get to actually talk to you so I could ask you out” 

You were gaping at him like a fish (haha jokes. ok bye) at this point, listening to him talk. Namjoon laughed a little when he saw the look on your face before taking a deep breath and stepping forward, pulling you into a kiss. Too shocked you didn’t react at first but right as you were going to, Namjoon pulled away now looking panicked. 

“I’m so sorry if you don’t actually feel the same way! I-I thought you did that’s why I kissed you but I’m so sorry I shouldn’t have done that, it’s just first what the guys told me and then Jin saying th-” you pulled him into a kiss to shut him up, now smiling. Namjoon relaxed into the kiss, sighing happily before pulling you closer and deepening the kiss, previous panic now completely forgotten.

Yeah you’re gonna have to thank Jin for his big mouth after this.

He’s so beautiful shfkhgkgjhekgsk

[ohtheseboysilove]

The greatess actress II [Ben Hardy x F!Reader]

sWords : 4, 000 K +

Warnings : mostly angst, fluff

Summary :  Things aren’t always as they seems.

Note : More angst for you guys, I know you all ask for it so here you go :) I’m really gmad for all the reviews and positive feedbacks I had for the first chapter so thank u so much ! I didn’t start writing chapter 3 yet but I have few ideas so if you guys have suggestions or theories I would love to heart hat !!! (i mostly replied to the messages in my inbox bc it’s easier to see them than the comments !!) Much love xx 

x Masterlist x

“And…action !”

You pretended to leave and Ben grabbed your wrist, tugging him against him rather roughly. You put a flat hand on his torso and looked at him with big, lost eyes.

“What—”

“Don’t say anything, baby” Then he crashed his lips on yours, sending a wave of electricity down your spine as you replied eagerly to the kiss.

The kiss was intense, slow and hot, during for what seemed like age. You weren’t really complaining. But it was the third time you did this scene because of the director who always wanted to add something and it started to be a bit much for you and your weak heart.

“And we got it ! Awesome guys !” The director jumped from his seat and went behind the camera looking at the screen with enthusiasm. “Everyone, take 5 !”

You sighed discretely and detached yourself from Ben, running a nervous finger through your hairs.

“Are you still coming tonight ?” You glanced toward the blond man, gaze falling right on his swollen lips, tempting and deliciously-looking red.

“Hum, probably ?” You scolded mentally yourself to stop looking at his mouth like a fucking creep and instead focus on his eyes.

Which maybe wasn’t better.

“Oh come on, it’s Randy’s last day ! He won’t forgive you if you don’t come” Ben winked and you chuckled awkwardly, ignoring the way the butterflies were going crazy in your belly.

“I guess you’re right” You smiled almost shyly, his bright and beautiful eyes were always making you kind of timid. “But I won’t stay long, we got an early scene tomorrow” You felt yourself become ridiculously red when he laughed loudly and threw an arm around your shoulders, squeezing you tightly against his strong body.

“You’re right and I’m pretty excited for tomorrow anyway”

You both walked to your trailers, next to each other, as the day was done and you couldn’t wait to go back into your own clothes.

“You are ?” You briefly remembered that the scene you had to do tomorrow was pretty romantic, lot of touchy-feely moments but nothing sexual, thanks god.

“Yeah, I mean…we’re filming at the beach so obviously breaks gonna be funnier than on set” He grinned and you silently swallowed back the disappointment bubbling in your chest.

“The beach, right” You forced a smile. Of course that was the reason why he was excited, idiot. He had a freaking girlfriend for god’s sake. “I will see you later, Ben” You waved awkwardly and climbed the few steps to your trailers before closing the door behind you, barely hearing his answer.

You let your body fall heavily on your bed, feeling exhausted and completely stupid.

It wasn’t the first time you had feelings for one of your co-star, honestly it was hard to stay hermetic when your job was to kiss a handsome and nice guy all day long. Once, you had to film for few weeks with Liam Hemsworth and god, the man was absolutely breathtaking. You had a tiny crush on him during the filming but nothing horrible, it didn’t make your job more complicated or anything. It was fairly innocent. You just enjoyed what a beautiful man he was but you stayed in control easily.

You also dated for two years with one of your previous co-stars, George Mackay but it was pretty obvious from the beginning that the both of you were into each other, which made everything easier.

You didn’t forget either when you had a tiny role in a big Hollywood move where you were only needed to literally make out with Leonardo DiCaprio. It was probably the first time you were so nervous to act, which was ridiculous because you barely spent more than two hours on set. But it was Leonardo freaking DiCaprio, your first crush had been Jack Dawson from Titanic so obviously it was huge for you.

No one probably remembered you from this movie but it was your little moment of pride. You made out with Leonardo freaking DiCaprio.

But nothing could compare to your feelings with Ben. You weren’t prepared at all for the wave of feelings which hit you strong in the face. Not at all.

When you first heard that you would be filming with Ben as co-star, you did some researches and found out it was the guy from the Bohemian Rhapsody movie, you were happy because he was an excellent actor in this film. And you couldn’t denied he was pretty attractive which could help as you were supposed to play lovers in this new project.

It started with an innocent crush, making your friends a bit jealous because you were kissing and holding hands with the new heart-robe of Hollywood. But it turned out to be much more when you started hanging out with him. He wasn’t only handsome. He was really funny, humble, generous, always making sure you were comfortable for any kind of intimate scene but he was also sensitive and not as confident as you thought first.

He was everything you could dream in a boyfriend.

You sighed loudly and rubbed your face roughly, heart beating heavily in your chest.

Why did you have to fall in love with an unavailable man ?

**

“We’re gonna miss you, big guy !” You watched Ben cheekily tussled Randy dirty red hairs, a large smile on his face.

“´f course you will ! But no need to go all emotional on me, Hardy. You’re still invited to my wedding in two months” Randy chuckled, his hand wrapped around a large pint of beer.

You giggled quietly as the two friends hugged again, both of them pretty tipsy after several drinks. Randy was playing one of Ben’s closest friend in the movie but he finished to do all of his scenes and he was now, sadly, leaving the set.

You took a little sip of your Margarita, only the second drinks of the evening for you as you hated being tired or hungover to film. Especially when you had to focus much more with your feelings for Ben, making your job much harder.

“Who is gonna kick my ass at FIFA now ?” The British man complained with a pout, making the whole table giggled.

“Literally everyone, Hardy” Joshua, one of the secondary actor of the movie spoke up, earning a round of applause from everyone.

You let your eyes trailed on Ben for few seconds. You couldn’t help but looked at him. He was so different out of the set, much more relax and you loved even more this part of him. His blond hairs were all over the place, slightly longer than before and it was certainly doing things to you. The way his eyes were sparkling due to the alcohol made your heart beat faster, this childish look was good on him, always wearing his boyish smile which made your knees weak.

And, surprisingly, Isis wasn’t here tonight. You felt like you could breath a little bit easier when she wasn’t around. You were so worried she found out you were in love with her boyfriend, it was scaring you more than everything.

“(Y/N) !” You jumped at Randy's voice and quickly tore your eyes from Ben’s jaw, pushing aside any thoughts.

“Yeah ?”

“I said do you want another drink ?” You nodded weakly and swallowed thickly, feeling nervous to almost been caught day-dreaming about Ben. “What were you looking at so intensely ? This little boyfriend of yours ?” The red hair laughed and pinched the blond’s cheek, making him groaned.

“Hey!” Ben pushed his hands away from his face and looked at you, an amused smile on his features. “I’m pretty sure she wasn’t looking at me, she see me enough all day long”

“True” You grinned and internally screamed. You could never be bored of looking at his pretty face. Never.

“So who where you looking at ? Did someone caught your eyes perhaps ?” Everyone turned, very discreetly, around and started giggling like teenager when they saw a quite charming brunette glancing over the table, few of his friends clearly teasing him.

“I see” Ben winked at you, finishing his drink with one gulp. “I think you should talk to him” He tilted his head toward the guy and you cringed internally.

It was literally the last thing you wanted to do. You didn’t even notice this guy until they all started looking at him. Your luck, obviously.

“I’m not sure about that” You laughed awkwardly and pushed few strands of hairs behind your ear, hoping for something, anything, to save you from talking to this stranger.

“Oh come on ! He is literally devouring you with his eyes” Ben nudged you gently. “And you were doing the same a minute before” He smirked and you were half relieved that he didn’t notice you were ogling him, not this random dude.

“(Y/N) ! (Y/N) ! (Y/N)” You wanted to disappear right now. You watched your friends cheering your name until you had enough and decided to agree, walking to the bar where you knew the guy would meet you too. “Go get it girl !” Randy drunkenly yelled and you felt your whole face turned red.

“Hey” You looked at the brunette, he wasn’t bad looking clearly. Curly hairs and cute dimples. Totally your type before you fell for a blond beefy guy.

“Hi” You smiled nervously and discreetly glanced toward Ben, looking for any kind of reassurance that he was maybe a bit annoyed by the fact that you were talking to another guy.

You couldn’t help yourself but wished that maybe he was sharing your feelings. Deep down. Maybe he was falling for you too but still confused with Isis. Conflicted. It was selfish but there were nothing you could do about these thoughts. Except keeping them for you.

But for all answer from Ben, you get a cheeky smile and two thumbs up. Clearly not bothered by the situation. You returned the smile, fake and smaller one before turning around to the man, your throat tight and your heart even more broken.

These feelings were clearly one-sided.

**

“You look like shit, hun” Molly greeted you as you sat, or rather flopped very graciously, on the chair in front of her, a fuming Costa cup in your right hand.

“That’s why you’re here” You snorted lazily before taking a sip of your coffee, not in the mood to talk much.

She glanced at you, feeling the mood immediately and decided to start your hairs and makeup in silence, humming quietly.

The whole crew was at the beach for the day and the place was truly breathtaking, a little creek mostly quiet except for the soft rolling of the waves. It was still dark outside, the sun barely peaking up and you needed to get the perfect scene as the director really wanted the whole sun rising romantic moment for your and Ben’s characters.

“Ten minutes before we started !” You sighed quietly and quickly finished your coffee, feeling already done with this way too cute scene for you.

Ben waved at you from his chair, Isis not far from him, both of them getting ready too. Yeah, like it wasn’t hard enough for you, Isis managed to get a small part as an extra for few scenes. Easy when you dated the main actor. And even more when you were as gorgeous as she was.

“All done, honey” You thanked Molly and rose on your feet, walking toward the small wardrobe department to get your clothes for the shoot.

A cute little yellow bikini and a pair of sunglasses were all you needed for today. The thought of spending so much time near Ben with so little clothes on was stressful. You nearly fainted when you spotted him walking in his blue swim trunk, a beach towel lazily hanging from his right shoulder.

What a sight.

**

And…action !“

You took a deep sight and blocked every other thoughts than the ones about Ellie, the character you were portraying in this movie.

"I’m glad we decided to come here” Ben or rather Will, murmured in your ear, hands softly resting on your hips as you were perched on his lap.

“Me too” You slightly turned your head just enough to catch his eyes, smiling sweetly.

The scene was indeed very romantic. Kind of cliché but still, it was making your heart beat much faster. Ben was seating on the white sand, his body pressed against you was bringing shivers down your frame.

Your group of friends were seating around a camp fire, giggling and chatting as you and Ben were with them but in your own bubble, looking at each other lovingly.

As the sun slowly rose, you continued to act as you had to, suppressing the love which was wrapping your entire body every time you looked at him. Few kisses were exchanged, few touches as well and other sweet little attentions between the two of you, carefully following the script.

It was even harder because for you everything felt so natural. When you had to play with his hairs at the back of his neck you weren’t acting, not really. It was easy, like you done it your whole life. When Ben rested softly a hand on your knee you didn’t feel awkward or nervous, it felt right. And it had been like that since day one.

“You’re not too cold ? I felt you shiver during our scene” Ben whispered as you had a mini break, waiting for everyone to go back at their assigned spots.

You wanted to laugh at his innocent remark. God bless this sweet, innocent Ben. Yes it wasn’t very warm but the simple feeling of your half naked body against mine was the only main reason of my shivers.

But you simply nodded. “Yeah but it’s alright we’re almost done with this scene anyway” You patted his shoulder nicely and he gently rubbed your forearm, in a nice attempt of keeping your warm.

**

Few hours later and you were still on the beach, few more scenes to film with this time, the sun high in the sky and the heat nicely warming your skin.

You shielded your vision to watch Ben cockily walked toward you, his body dripping wet from the bath he just took in the sea.

“Hey there” He grinned and didn’t lost a minute before laying on top of you, making you squirmed under him at the freshness of the water.

“Get off me idiot !” You giggled and tried to wiggle your way out but his strong body was easily caging you.

“Can’t do that, you’re really comfy” He laid even more on you and you let out a shaky breath as you could feel every muscles of his body against yours. “Everyone is having fun, except you, come on !” You gasped when he ran his wet hand in your hairs, purposely messing them on your face before moving off you.

“I’m reading a very good book” You weakly replied, the lie tasting bitter on your tongue.

You were just avoiding going near his girlfriend. You were on a break for a little hour and most of the crew was in the water and you would love to join them. But Isis was there too, gaining most of the attention as she was always speaking loudly or giggling. And did you mentioned how pretty she was ? Everyone could see that too. So you just felt awkward next to her, stupid really but she was so confident and dating Ben. You were so scared that somehow she noticed how you looked at him and understood what was going on. It would be a total mess if she did. 

“Yeah, whatever” The blond rolled his eyes at you bad excuse before catching your hips and throwing you over his shoulder. You screamed from the top of your lungs as he run toward the water, chuckling louder every time you asked, rather yelled, him to let you go.

He threw you on the water as everyone cheered, apparently really amused by his stupid joke. You felt two hands quickly grabbing you from under the water and you took a big breath, the salty water dripping on your face.

“You’re alright ?” Ben’s giant smile immediately warmed you up. You clenched your hands on his shoulder, wiping the water from your features with your free hand, couching a bit at the salty taste.

“Asshole” You mumbled as you pushed your hairs away from your face. You slapped his chest when he audibly laughed. ”This is so not funny ! I was fine on my towel" You protested but couldn’t suppress the amused smiled from blossoming upon your face.

“Why are you laughing then ?” Ben teased you and you rolled your eyes before swimming away from him, heart fluttering heavily at the simple interaction you just had with him.

Why he had to be so bloody cute with you all the time ? It wasn’t helping your case.

You looked behind your shoulder toward Ben and your smile dropped immediately when you spotted Isis, hanging around his neck as they shared a giggling kiss.

He was just being friendly, get your shit together for god’s sake, (Y/N).

You didn’t miss the suspicious glance that Isis threw you, her brows slightly furrowed like she was in deep reflection. She gave you a little smile when she caught your eyes on her before she focused back on the British man.

You deeply hoped she wasn’t thinking anything about this little friendly moment between you and Ben.

**

“Baby, can you put me some sun-cream on ?” You raised your head toward Ben and stood up, grabbing the protection from his hand.

“You knew you could do it yourself” You commented as you applied a small amount of cream in your hand before rubbing it onto Ben’s large shoulders.

“I can’t reach some part” He grinned, sunglasses hanging low on his nose.

It was like the universe like to torturing you. Every scene you had to do was painfully touchy today and it was putting you under a strong pressure. Isis’ intense gaze on you wasn’t helping either, she watching with attention every of your interactions with her boyfriend.

It wasn’t your fault, you were just acting right now. But you felt incredibly uncomfortable under her eyes. Like you were doing something wrong. Which you weren’t as it was your freaking job.

“You’re just lazy, Will” You rolled your eyes and kept rubbing the sun-cream on his back, breathing quickening as you reached his hips. “Done” You announced before he turned around, welcoming you with his beautiful and chiselled face.

“Why about here, hum ?” He cheekily drummed his digits on his firm pectoral. He cocked his head to the side, wearing your favourite boyish smile. “Don’t wanna burn” He pouted and you bit your lips, finding him unfairly adorable.

You quickly stopped your day dreaming and scoffed as you were supposed to, pretending to be annoyed.

“You’re a pain in the ass, Will” You repeated the same actions, pouring cream in your hands before rubbing it on his warm torso, goosebumps spreading all over your skin,

“But you love me anyway” He replied with a little smile, pushing his sunglasses on the top of his head.

“Yes, I do” You murmured and, not without difficulty, grinned at him. You were supposed to be happy but the painful truth hiding behind your words was hard to get along with.

“Your hands are so much softer than mine” The blond sighed as he closed his eyes, your pads barely touching his abs. You couldn’t go further or you would literally combust.

“That’s because you never want to put night cream on yours, silly” You said and took few steps away as he lowered his head toward you, eyes still closed. You sighed loudly and quickly rubbed the sun cream on his face.

“No, no ! Stop !” The director made you jump as Ben opened his eyes, both of you looking at him. “(Y/N), darling, you were doing perfectly fine but this last scene…you need to be gentle and tender, alright ? It’s supposed to be a romantic scene between Ellie and Will, not looking like you just want to get ride of him” You chuckled weakly and nodded, watching the director going back to his chair.

“Already annoyed with my presence ?” Ben teased as he went back to his previous position.

You simply smiled and waited for the green light of the cameramen before executing the script. You slowly rubbed your fingers against his face, caressing every of his features without looking away from his eyes, giving to the director all the love he wanted. You swallowed thickly at your proximity, his eyes not leaving yours for a second as you kept caressing his strong cheekbones.

“There you go” You rubbed the remaining of cream on his neck and locked your arms behind it, repressing a shiver when his hands found your face.

You absolutely adored how his digits slid softly on your skin, cupping your jaw like if you were the most precious thing in the world. His thumb gently caressing your cheek as he pressed a sickly sweet kiss on your lips. You could feel the warmth coming from his chest and the pleasant sigh which escaped your mouth wasn’t for the act anymore.

There were absolutely not better feeling in the world.

**

You let out a deep breath as you snuggled further into your hoodie, the warmth of the day already fading away as the sun disappeared slowly. You grabbed your phone and answered few texts, exhaustion rolling down your bones.

“Are you texting the guy from yesterday ?” You shook your head lazily, letting a yawn escaping your mouth as Joshua, who was playing your brother, sat next to you. “Why not ?”

“Not really interesting” You didn’t bother explaining further, to tired for that. ”How it’s going with Danny ? When he is coming already ?“

Joshua’s eyes immediately lighted up at the mention of his boyfriend.

"Very well, thanks” He beamed and showed you his new screen lock, an adorable picture of the two of them with their new puppy. You let out a little aww and Joshua smiled wider. “He is coming next week, I can’t wait to see him ! And to introduce him to you !”

You listened to his exciting chatting, a little pinching for your heart at how happy and in love he was.

**

You groaned and get up from your chair as Ben was late for filming. You knew Isis was around so they probably just didn’t see the time, laying in bed. Still, it wasn’t something Ben did often, he was always in time and ready to work.

You swallowed roughly as you walked to his trailer, praying they weren’t shagging because you didn’t know how your heart would take it.

“It’s my freaking job, Isis !” You jumped at Ben’s loud voice followed by few cursing words.

You froze and decided smartly to not knock on the door and instead waited patiently next to the trailer, ear dropping shamelessly. You shouldn’t but you couldn’t help yourself.

“Well, I don’t like it at all, Benjamin !” She yelled back and you heard him sighing, probably knowing he was already late and his girlfriend wasn’t helping. “You didn’t see the way she look at you !”

You felt the same way as the day your best friend from high school threw you a bucket of freezing water on your head. You stopped breathing by fear they would hear you and tried your best to not panic.

Was she talking about you ?

Of course she was ! Who else could be the She ? You were done, done, done. The rest of the filming would be just awkward because of you and your stupid feelings.

"Oh my god, Isis ! We already had this conversation, (Y/N) is simply doing her job, alright ? You need to stop being so paranoiac for Christ’ sake !”

You felt yourself sweating uncomfortably as you listened to them, heart beating like crazy. This was a nightmare.

“She is not acting anymore Ben ! Open your damn eyes for once !” Isis groaned as she slammed a cup loudly on the table, making you jumped again. “She is not acting at all ! It’s fucking obvious !”

“What are you saying Isis ?” Ben muttered, clearly done with this argument. “Come on, enlighten me as apparently you know better than everyone !”

There a beat of complete silence, your muslces completely tetanised as you waited for her answer.

Isis let out a sarcastic, cold laugh. It worried you a lot. And then she pronounced these six little words which would make your heart stop. 

“She is fucking in love with you, Ben”

**

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college! jungkook

masterlist

it’s his second year in uni !

totally a dance major 

minor in music composition

such a cutie

but you should’ve seen him last year when he was a freshman

you would’ve laughed

for sure the type to be scared to be late to class

NEVER skipped (stay in school )

loosened up over winter break tho and went to his first party right before the second semester

kookie d r a n k ?! who let him !!!

he got turnt at that party tho

and made lots of friends

he’s the one that dances in the halls in between classes

oh did i mention he loves to dance ? like so much

yea he tells all his friends he’s gonna be a choreographer for an agency

maybe even an idol

if he’s not in dance class, singing, or out with his favs,

he’s leading the weekend free dance class for students who dont take the full-year course

kinda loving his life rn

but something is missing

he’s not sure what it is

but then you showed up

you transferred right before your second year

during your first week, you decided to sign up for the weekend class with your best friend Jimin

lowkey excited ? because you haven’t danced in a while and you love the feeling you get when you do

when you walk into the class though,

you did not expect the cutest guy on campus to be one of the instructors

you need to get a name

Jimin sees you straight up staring and starts giggling

“you should see your face right now, its literally the face you made when you saw Leonardo DiCaprio in the titanic for the first time”

so you try to calm yourself down,

but you are breaking a sweat here

and it’s not just the dance

which was a bit hard but you kept up pretty well

Jimin made it look easy

that hot instructor made it look like cake

you really were going to talk to him

after class of course !

butt

fate was not on your side today

hot dance instructor ran out of class halfway through

he told the other instructor that he had a family emergency ? you don’t know why, but you were kind of concerned for him for a second

anyways, you go to your new dorm and meet your roommate

she is so beautiful ! her name is Ryujin and she is sassy™

but she seems super awesome

she invites you to a party tonight at her friend Namjoon’s house

you were kind of conflicted because you want to unpack the rest of your stuff and decorate a little while you have the drive to do so

but you also want to drink a little and meet some new people

so you say yes, and get dressed all cute and nice

when you get to this (massive) house with dozens of people, you ask Ryujin just who Namjoon is exactly

she tells you he’s the leader of the Beta Theta Sigma (see what I did there) fraternity

“don’t look so nervous ! he’s really nice and so are the other brothers. just be careful some of the other people around here, they can get a little wild with the alcohol.”

you walk in and you kinda want to go home

Ryujin probably noticed this because she stayed with you for a while

she introduced you to some friends of hers

you met a couple of the frat brothers

V, the soft-spoken art major

Jin, the fast-talking culinary major

Yoongi, the seemingly intimidating but SUPER soft and awkward music engineering and production major

Namjoon, the leader and music composition major with a dimple that Ryujin likes to poke

you think she’s more than slightly buzzed right now, because one second she’s slapping Joon’s chest for no reason, and the next she’s dragging you to the center of the huge living room where a bunch of people are dancing

at first, you’re a little stiff because you were not expecting to dance in front of so many people

but Ryujin (and those vodka cranberry shots you took earlier) helped you loosen up

before you knew it, you droppin it down, pickin it up, throwin it back, and everything in between !

plenty of guys and gals were woopin and hollerin

everybody wanted to dance with you tonight

and you didn’t notice

but that included hot dance instructor dude

kook was having a good old time on the dance floor, and then you showed up, swingin your hips and whippin around

you kinda stole his heart

but wait a minute 

you were the cutie he saw in his class earlier

he really wanted to talk to you

but he got a message on his phone from hoseok about being in the hospital

(it was all a first day back prank, not cute to him)

he didn’t want to pull you off the dancefloor right now, you were having way too much fun

so he decided to talk to you a different way

body language

he shimmied his way over to you and that’s when you noticed him

you two started dancing together

and everyone was all like “oh okay ! is a ship about to sail ?”

you caught Ryujin looking at Namjoon and smiling all cutesy

you think they might look cute together

sooo you and kook have been dancing for a while, doing the whole eye flirty thing

you yell at him over the music about how you’re gonna go grab a drink and he says he’ll show you where the good ones are

is he a frat brother here ? does Ryujin know about him ? you’ll ask her later

you end up spending the whole night with him

he tells you his name is Jungkook

when you tell him your name, he tells you its almost as cute as you are

ugh this guy

you exchange phone numbers and almost kissed but Jin ran into the bedroom and when he saw you together he said NAH NOT TODAY

you two laughed and he was embarrassed

“i don’t bring a lot of people up here if that’s what you’re thinking,”

he’s not sure why he felt the need to explain, but you understood and didn’t pry

yall are young ! it’s fine 

Ryujin finds you two and tells you to BREAK IT UP 

“We gotta go, its already 2 am!!! I want to go to sleep and I’m not leaving you here alone ! say goodbye rn ”

you didn’t want to leave thooo

kookie didn’t want you to leave either but, 

you promised him that you would be at his dance class

he smiled supery dupery big when you said that

his heart !! he wants to see you asap tho he canNOT wait until next weekend

thinks ab you a whole lot

thinks about you when he dances

he realized that he never really used to think about anything while dancing, but now you’ve taken up his mind from morning to night 

smh mans whipped

[werezmastarbucks]

Whitmore Guy doesn’t take FBI seriously

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BAM! crossover. what are you gonna do, arrest me?

She didn’t tell Damon. That maybe Mal was way more sinister they’d thought. Or she thought, since nobody really believed her when she expressed her concerns.

In fact, Damon was the last person she wanted to talk to.

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Mal came back, as he promised, to everybody’s big relief – three projectors stopped working and the astronomy students went mental. By the end of June there were very few people on campus which made Y/N’s work way easier, but it also gave her more time to think.

She stood at the open window, watching the parking lot and the field, when she noticed his stupid head at the entrance. He was talking to Cindy/Sandy again.

Y/N sprinted out of her office, ran down the corridor and almost rolled down the stairs, stopping in the hall to even her breathing.

She didn’t know what she was thinking when she exited the building and walked to them, chatting like old friends, giggling and smiling at each other. God’s sake your girlfriend’s been killed two weeks ago, at least pretend you feel something about it.

“Hey”, she said loudly, levelling with them. The girl looked at her passively with her green eyes, color just like Bonnie’s, but not much more in common.

“Excuse us, I gotta steal this boy for a minute”, Y/N barked, grabbed him by the shoulder and sighed with relief when he actually gave in.

“Sandy, you know what to do, generally”, he pointed at the student as she followed them two with her lazy eyes.

Y/N walked a couple of feet and turned to Mal, noticing how his face was all clean-shaven again, and he never looked better.

“My necklace, dude”.

Mal looked at her with understanding.

“You’re not wearing any”.

“Yeah, because somebody stole it”.

He opened his mouth compassionately.

“No! Who?”

She could feel her nostrils flare.

“You. You did, Mal, while I was asleep in your bed”.

He dropped the act.

“You mean that golden one that you were wearing when you came by?”

“Yes”.

“I didn’t take it”, he said simply.

They just stood there, awesome weather making every bone in their bodies want to jump and roll in the grass, wheezing with delight. Y/N looked in his stupid perfect youngish face.

“Stop fucking with me, Mal. I came in wearing my necklace, then I fell asleep and when I came back home it was gone. You were there. If you’re cleptomaniac, that’s fine, I’ll understand, but you have to give it back”.

His lips formed a thin line as he tried not to let a smile out.

“First of all, gross and uncalled for. I am not cleptomaniac and I have never been. Second of all, Y/N, why would I need your damn necklace?”

“I don’t know, you tell me, dude”.

“I don’t. And I didn’t take it, end of story”.

She felt helpless. Mal was as impregnable as an old castle wall. Fuck that dude and his inhuman mentality.

She took his shoulder, and Mal couldn’t help follow her hand with his eyes.

“You are the strangest person who’s ever come round in here”.

“Thanks”.

“That’s not a compliment. You’re weird, and I know you’re lying to me about things, granted, you’re very nice to me…”

“Because you’re the best”.

“Mal, please, just say it”.

He sighed deeply, and there were small dimples around the corners of his lips. He did it when he tried to act rationally. His hands lay on Y/N wrists, fingers wrapping around them like they were branches of dog-rose, but he also didn’t care for the thorns because he was a damn lizard.

“Honey, listen to me”, his eyes were very intense, hooking her up. There was that same stinging warm sensation on her skin, but she didn’t move.

“I did not steal anything from you because I don’t steal from people. If you ask me nicely, I will look for your necklace in my flat, because there’s a chance you took it off for some reason. But if you keep blaming me without any proof, I will get mad”.

Y/N liberated her hands slowly from his grip.

“Alright, I will get proof”.

“Also, some help would be nice”, he added venomously.

Somebody coughed politely, and Y/N stepped away from Mal. He didn’t move, but he gave the intruders the deadliest look.

The two well-built guys, fit and wide-shouldered, were standing in front of them. One had his hair cut very short, and had the brightest green eyes. The second one was much taller. He looked worn out, his FBI suit clearly too small for his impressive figure; he was holding a small notebook in his hands.

“Sorry to bother you, kids”, the first one said in a deep voice, “we’re with FBI. Hope we’re not… distracting you”.

The tall one gave his partner a warning look.

“Agent Wrestler, this is my partner, Agent Reddington”.

“Like in Blacklist?” Mal asked coldly.

“Uh”.

“It’s a TV-show”, Y/N helped. The agents were not impressed.

“Look, you study here, right?”

“No”.

“We work here”.

“Good, we’re here about the multiple killings”, agent Wrestler, the tall and tired one, said, “we spoke with the Mystic Falls sheriff, and she said you two survived the attack at the Craze bar?”

“Not only us, there’s about five more people…”

“Sure, we’ll talk to them later”.

Y/N didn’t even notice that she and Mal stepped up to each other, closing space between them with shoulders. Nobody like FBI who break your fight in the midway.

“Have you guys seen anything odd lately?” agent Reddington asked.

“You mean, except twenty beheaded people on the Salvatore lawn?” Y/N asked, “No, nothing odd”.

“Yeah, except that”.

“Any weird smells, strange people, animals acting out, change of weather…” agent Wrestler helped.

Y/N cocked her head. Mal was slowly starting to have fun.

“Are those normal FBI questions you ask people?” he mused, playful smirk wandering all over him.

“In fact, yes”, Wrestler responded. He looked like he was too exhausted by this June weather, and laughing people, and taking shit. “Very often folk doesn’t really realize how much little things help investigation”.

“Well, I saw a dog taking a shit behind the college building, officer, it was this morning”, Mal said joyfully.

“It’s Agent, kid, and let’s not make it too hard, okay?” Reddington grumbled.

“Sure, officer”.

Y/N saw the short guy suck the air through his teeth, and stepped up.

“It’s a weird place altogether. Mystic Falls doesn’t have the best reputation, so the things like this don’t surprise us anymore”.

“Can you describe what happened at the bar, miss..?”

She told them her last name.

“We were sitting at the table and then I went to talk to my friend, and some people just started jumping at each other and beating the crap out of…”

“With their fists and teeth”, Mal added.

“I tried to get away, but it was wild. But in five minutes or so they just stopped and… left”.

Wrestler nodded and wrote something in his FBI baby notebook. Y/N didn’t like all that at all.

“And those people… did you know them?”

“Some of them were the students here, yes”.

“My girlfriend died that night”, Mal said, dramatically.

The agents politely took a second.

“We’re very sorry for your loss”.

He nodded, without taking his eyes off them.

“And what… did they look like? Was there anything weird about them? Except them attacking each other?”

She and Mal exchanged looks. She prayed this guy wouldn’t say anything.

“Not really. Don’t know what you mean though, but they were just… angry”.

“They screamed and growled, and then somebody literally crashed a table on me, and I blacked out. But I’m fine now”, Mal’s additions were invaluable.

The agents were slowly giving up.

“And do you know the Salvatore brothers?”

“She does”.

“I went to school with the younger one”.

“Were you present at the time when the bodies were discovered?”

“No, I wasn’t”.

“Any idea who could’ve done this?”

Y/N shrugged.

“A maniac?”

“Does Damon Salvatore have enemies? How would you characterize him?”

Y/N had to cough not to let out a laugh. If you haven’t dreamt of breaking Damon Salvatore’s neck at least once, you’ve never been alive. Mal studied her curiously, then looked up at the agents.

“I think she’s allergic to you, guys”.

“Listen, kid, why don’t you beat it?” Reddington ran out of patience.

“Don’t feel like it”.

Wrestler tried to ease the tension.

“Phil, you could… uh, try to find Mr Ellis?”

“He doesn’t work today,” Y/N said, “it’s summer, teachers barely come in. Was he there?”

“Yes, he was at the bar”.

“Can you answer the question, miss Y/L/N?”

“Damon has a difficult personality, and every other person has had a conflict with him one way or another”, she said. Wrestler nodded and added something to his notes.

“What about you?”

“He annoys me often enough”.

“Alright”, he took out two business cards and gave them to her and Mal, “thank you for your time. If you remember anything else about that night, please, call”.

“You’ve been at the sheriff’s office?” Mal asked suddenly, like he just woke up.

“Yes”.

“Any ideas who you’re looking for?”

“Can’t disclose details”, Wrestler said, and the two agents nodded slowly with dignity. Mal bowed to them a little, getting a harsh pat from Y/N.

[hotchocolatelovesyou]

Straight men, Patience and Jeremiah (Ethan x MC, Ethan x M!MC)

So.

I wrote something dumb about Ethan x m!MC, when MC discovers that Ethan left.

We are all disappointed for the last chapter but it’s still the third chapter, so let’s have some faith.

I’m sorry if there are some mistakes and if there are some explicit terms, but MC is not exactly in the right mood so why not?

it’s loooong and I’m open to all feedback!

+ English is not my first language so please be kind 🌸

MC’s name: Alejandro Amanti.

Warning: explicit language

(here we go)

Alejandro didn’t have exactly a good day and wanted to be alone. He was afraid that if he met one of his friends, he would let his disappointment vent on them.

Ethan was gone. He didn’t even say goodbye, he just fucking left.

Alejandro scoffed at the thought. Coward. 

Couldn’t blame him, though. Not really. 

It happened a second time… they had sex again. 

This time felt different though, even if in a really good way. 

The first time it happened, it was a big Skyfall of all the emotions that they had to limit. But now? These ‘emotions’ felt way more powerful. Alejandro couldn’t exactly tell why or what in particular changed, but he was sure that Ethan noticed that difference too. 

Maybe, that was the reason why Ethan left. 

But… really feelings were so hard for Ethan to understand that he had to fucking fly away, both literally and metaphorically? C'mon now. He was one of the most brilliant doctors on planet Earth, that wasn’t plausible. 

Alejandro felt dumb, narcissistic and egoistical just by having that thought.

Then again, if that wasn’t the reason, why? Alejandro himself brought up the topic of going to Africa and help the ones in need but Ethan answered that he liked a lot the idea but he was ‘too busy here to do this type of humanitarian work’. 

Anyway, the second time happened because Alejandro noticed a detail in the diagnosis of an eight years old child. She was adorable: every time she smiled, she showed her dimples. She looked like princess Tiana from the Disney cartoon, he told her so. The day after that she had a really cute tiara on her curly hair. Everyone honestly loved her and felt like they had to protect her.

Sadly, she was getting worse and worse every day, she couldn’t stop coughing and she was losing too much weight, too fast. She was so small…

The doctors didn’t know what to do, Ethan was too busy and so stressed by his patients that Alejandro didn’t want to ask him any help. He searched and searched and searched for days. Then, one night, he finally got it. 

Alejandro noticed the particular breathing she had by listening to her while she was sleeping and well… he did his job.

Her family showed him extreme gratitude and um, the news that dr. Alejandro Amanti solved the problem (“another one? The dude is a genius”, “why doesn’t he mind his own fucking business and let the rest of us do the job for once?”) fastly flew in the hospital. The little girl gave each one of the people who helped her a hug before living and her parents left in a similar style, obviously happy to have their baby healthy again.

Ethan heard the news too and, of course, of fucking course, he made sure that Alejandro knew that he was proud of him. To be honest, he didn’t even do anything in particular: he simply smiled at him, his eyes showing true affection. 

Those fucking eyes.

They met accidentally here, the same bar where Alejandro was now drinking, the same bar that let their flame finally breathe with freedom for the first time ('freedom’? Not exactly but whatever). Ethan congratulated with Alejandro, the pride he felt was very visible in his gaze. 

Things then started to be confusing, in Alejandro’s mind. 

They were alone, both living earlier, and Alejandro just had to close his eyes to feel again Ethan’s lips kissing him with such kindness that he might have melted right there, his back gently pressed against his bedroom’s door, their tongues caressing each other. Well, at least in the beginning. He actually woke up with some bruises the morning after, the feeling of Ethan’s possessive hands still lingering on his hips and thighs. It could have been a really good morning if only he didn’t wake up alone, his pillows still carrying Ethan’s perfume.

It was so tiring, loving Ethan. So fucking tiring. 

Alejandro had been initially scared of it. Not only he had a crush for someone who basically was his boss, but he… he wasn’t even sure it was just a crush anymore. When he finally had started to accept that maybe, maaaaaybe, he in fact loved Ethan, the older man acted like an idiot. 

Every single time Alejandro tried to take a step towards him and, possibly, a relationship between them, Ethan caressed his cheek and made more than ten behind. 

But Alejandro wasn’t an idiot, Ethan’s eyes weren’t a mystery anymore for him. 

He was surprised that, at this point, he could read Ethan’s state of mind by just looking at them. It was pathetic, honestly, but Alejandro truly studied Ethan. His gaze, his expressions, the way he walked, his gestures. He knew exactly when the switch between 'notorious professional doctor’ and 'sarcastic dumbass’ happened, it was a slight change that, however, made the whole difference in the world. 

Also, Ethan was different every time he interacted with someone. If Ethan interacted with his colleagues, he was almost cold and distant. Although, if he had a friendly-ish relationship with some of them, his behavior was more relaxed and he cracked a smile more easily than normal. If Ethan interacted with his patients, he was almost as reasonable as a machine, thinking the most plausible diagnosis, but being warm at the same time, especially with children or shier patients. 

God, he loved him. Fucking Ramsey.

Alejandro took another sip of his beer. 

The next day would have been his free day, he could afford to get drunk. He didn’t know how exactly he’d come back to the apartment but he didn’t care. 

That night was for him and his broken heart only, fuck everybody else. Fuck Ethan, in particular.

He chuckled, whispering lightly to himself “cheers to us cowards”, before drinking a long, long sip of his beer. So long, he finished it. 

“Aren’t you one of the doctors?” asked the barman when he ordered another one. Alejandro nodded slightly before taking it, not even watching him. He was always kind, alright? Just once, he could afford to be a dick.

“Are you sure you want another beer? You look you wanna get drunk, is that safe for you? Like, don’t you have lives to save or some shit like that?” Alejandro was going to snap at him but thought better of it.

Just tonight, just once, he wanted to be left alone. Tomorrow morning he would be the good old Alejandro again, all smiles and kindness. 

But right now, he just wanted to get really drunk in peace.

“Yeah, not tomorrow though. I’m gonna move right there if that’s okay. Would you take the next drinks to that small table from now on? Nice, thank you.” He didn’t even let the barman open his mouth, he just silently slipped to a really small table for two, in the corner of the room.

He kept drinking, alone, his mind couldn’t stop thinking about a particular shade of blue.

Fucking coward, he thought again.

Truth be told, he was no better than Ramsey. He just… fell in that shit harder than him, maybe. Probably. Alright, for sure.

He didn’t even know if Ramsey fell at all, his only hope lied in all the emotions he could read every time their eyes met, there was something somehow soft and tender in them every time Ethan looked at him. 

God, he missed his old him, when he firmly believed that all that romantic bullshit about reading eyes was, in fact, just that: bullshit. Apparently, it wasn’t. 

He truly got it bad, huh?

Alejandro ruffled his hair, annoyed with everyone and himself.

He was a coward too. When he found out about Ramsey, he wanted to punch things and scream and… and cry. He had never felt such rage and disappointment, Alejandro shivered at the memory of it. 

Even if he was empty now, he wanted a single night of letting things go. Just before the next morning, when he would start pretending everything was fine again. 

I’m going to get my shit together, but not now.

He wanted to call him and tell Ethan that he was a piece of shit (if not worse) but… he didn’t. He ended up taking his rage on his bedroom, smashing things and throwing things at the wall, yet, he didn’t call Ethan.

Alejandro thought about some of the reasons why he didn’t actually call him. 

A part of him was saying that he didn’t call Ethan because he was trying to, uh, be superior, because he was tired of being treated like that and blah blah blah. Deep inside, he knew that wasn’t the truth.

He didn’t try to contact Ethan because he was scared: what if Ethan wanted him totally out of his life and refused to answer him in any way? What if, in case Ethan answered somehow, he’d explicitly tell him that nothing could ever happen between them?

He didn’t even realize he finished his second beer, lost in his own thoughts. He was starting a third one, already opened, when someone knocked on the table. He didn’t care enough to do anything about it. 

It was the barman, giving him another beer and taking the ones he finished. 

“I don’t wanna anyone on my conscience, do you have a friend you can call after you’ve done?” With a grunt, Alejandro raised his gaze from the old wood.

“I’m in my twenties, I can take care of myself if I want to.” The barman highed his brows, not impressed at all.

“And, uh, do you want to?” Alejandro scuffed and raised his hands, shifting on the chair.

“Do I look like I want to?” He didn’t answer him, taking the time to put the empty bottles on the counter before coming back to him.

“Alright. Yo, Jacob, I’ll let you handle things for a few minutes.” With that being said, the barman took the free chair in front of him and sat down, pressing his back to the wall and facing the counter. It was Tuesday night, the bar was almost empty except for a few other people, with an old rock song in the background.

The man sitting in front of Alejandro was in his late forties, probably, and was very attractive. It was clear that he liked to take care of himself because his graying hair was gelled and his arms were really toned. He had a good profile, Alejandro watched his side while the older man lighted a cigarette. He took an ashtray from a table near them, making himself more comfortable on the chair before saying something.

“I’m Jeremiah.” Alejandro slightly inclined his beer towards him.

“Alejandro.“ 

Jeremiah smiled before starting singing the 'Ale-Ale-jandro, Ale-Ale-jandro’ from that old Lady Gaga’s song. The younger man rolled his eyes.

"Really? Very original.” Jeremiah smiled a little bit more, before taking a hit from his cigarette.

“So what’s the deal? What is going on?” Alejandro took a sip before answering, but he stopped because something wasn’t exactly right.

“This is water,” he stated, starting to be really irritated.

“You downed two beers, one right after the other, and it’s pretty late, I’m not sure you noticed. Do us a favor and drink some water, would you? Now, who broke your heart?” Alejandro shook his head before putting his arms on the table, his chin resting on his forearms. 

“A fucking doctor.” Jeremiah exhaled the smoke, moving his head to tell him to continue.

“He believes that nothing can or should happen between us because we are colleagues - well, not exactly - or some shit like that, and it would be unprofessional and it could ruin my future and his career and blah blah blah. Same old 'it can’t happen’, you know? Now he is so fucking away and I have a lot of shit going on even without him so who cares, right? It’s not even-” Alejandro was tracing some nonsense on the table with his finger while speaking but when he realized that he was invisibly spelling 'Ethan’ with his index, his voice stopped and couldn’t continue. 

Jeremiah pretended not to notice.

Maybe I truly should start switching beer with water.

“So it’s a man, huh?” simply pointed out Jeremiah. Is that the part he focused on? 

Alejandro was starting to feel sleepy. He straightened his position, his back heavily leaning on the top of the chair, too tired to be annoyed.

“Don’t go all homophobic on me now, it was you who came here. I like vaginas too, does it makes you feel better?” Jeremiah laughed wholeheartedly at that, causing the other few clients’ heads to spin in their direction with curiosity.

“We are in the same boat, son. You don’t have to worry at all” reassured Jeremiah, with a wink, before tapping the cigarette to make the ash fall. 

“Well, did you call him or something when he left?”

“I didn’t even fucking know he left!” replied Alejandro, rasing from his old position with a burst caused by his exasperation, starting to gesticulate.

“The night before? His dick deep in my ass. And then I woke up alone and with him on a fucking airplane!” He was way more annoyed than he supposed. He thought he released his anger by that point but evidently, it wasn’t like he believed. 

Jeremiah gently shushed him, almost like if he was dealing with a dozing child. Well, Alejandro did feel somnolent, so…

“He isn’t straight, is he? This is how straight men usually act. First, they whisper you the loveliest things then they come back home smacking their heterosexuality to everyone’s face. I had an experience like that and fuck, it hurt." 

Alejandro felt very sympathetic, even if he didn’t think that was his exact case. He rested a hand on Jeremiah’s forearm.

"I’m sorry.” Jeremiah shrugged it off, biting his lip with half a smile.

“I’m happy now, don’t even worry about it. Keep talking though, I’m interested.”

“He isn’t straight. Well, I didn’t ask him explicitly but it’s not like he goes out screaming that he is a straight man. And he is single. Plus, he knew what to do when he-well, in the right situations. He’s just… so fucking professional.” Alejandro sighed, a hand messing his hair. He was really tired. What the hell did he think? Everything was a huge mistake, everything.

He took a long sip of water, intending to empty it to sober up even if he didn’t feel drunk at all, just done with the world. It almost looked like drinking water was the only right decision he had made that night. Well, drinking water and spilling his heart with a stranger. 

“Then why didn’t you just call him?”

“To tell him what? 'I love you even if you’re a fucking idiot, please came back’? Hell no. And… and he’s doing something noble and brave, out there. He’s helping people who need support. I just-I truly can’t. But fuck if I don’t want to.” A moment of silence followed his words. When Alejandro looked at Jeremiah again, he was scrapping his beard. What remained of the cigarette was in the ashtray. 

“Gotta be honest, I’m still trying to understand why you don’t wanna contact him. I mean, no offense, but all you said? It sounded like bullshit. You could send a message or whatever else if you wanted too. I mean, with no pressure or anything, he’d answer at the right time. So, let’s be honest here, what is truly stopping you?" 

Alejandro bit his lip, unsure.

Admitting the truth to himself was one thing; it was easy and silent, a secret between him and himself only. But stating it out loud? God, he cringed just at the thought of it. 

Whatever. Jeremiah wanted an answer? He’d give him one.

"I'm afraid he might reject me..." Alejandro only successeded in whispering it. Jeremiah was watching him intently, allowing him to take a breath before continuing. He felt embarrassed and also a little pathetic.

"Besides, I have to respect his space. I don’t like the idea of it but if he needs space and time to think…”, Alejandro sighed before proceeding, “that’s what I will give him and even more.”

Jeremiah was completely facing him, a cheek on his hand, listening actively.

“You really like him, don’t you?” asked Jeremiah.

“I love him.” The older man smiled with affection, leaning a little bit more towards him.

“It looks like you’re a bit confused, son. But you know what? I’m actually sure you know what to do. The problem is that you don’t wanna do it.” He started getting up while speaking and raised his arms up his head to stretch.

“It’s funny 'cause”, Jeremiah put the chair back to its original position, “I’ve always thought that doctors were hella brave, you know? You guys are badass." 

He’s so wrong it’s almost adorable.

"Don’t let fear dominate you, Alejandro. Don’t ignore it, either. Go home and sleep, you’ll find a solution. Personally, my advice is to have patience. I think that whatever happens between you two is your business only. If you guys love each other for real, then you’ll find a way.” Alejandro sucked the inside of his cheek, unsure. Jeremiah made sure that he made eye contact, shifting his weight on the table, then he kept speaking.

“The truth will come out one day, somehow. It doesn’t matter how good you guys are at keeping your relationship a secret, it will happen. Does it really matter? What even is life without love?” Jeremiah stopped for a second, noticing that his tone of voice was becoming louder. He raised his chin to say goodbye to a client who was going home, then Alejandro got his whole attention again.

“Do you love the man? Keep fighting for him. It will be a long journey, full of disappointment and sadness; you’ll be on the verge of giving up many times. I’m telling from experience, love fucking sucks sometimes but damn, it’s worth it.” Jeremiah sighed, his eyes shifting on the wall, probably recalling some memories. 

“Honestly? You’ll never learn how loyal and devoted you can be to someone until you fall in love.” He met the younger man’s eyes again. 

“Alejandro, if you truly love him, if he loves you too but he has his head up his own ass, you should help him fight his fear. He’s probably way more scared than you are.” Alejandro was surprised, he had never really considered Ethan worried about something else other than his job and his patients. 

That is unfair. He worried about you, too.

“That is, though, the moment that he disrespects you or your decency as a human being is being discussed, you’re out of there. Am I clear on the last part, son? It’s his loss then.” Alejandro felt the urge to hug this man and punch something at the same time.

Why things about them were always so complicated? Why was he the one who had to be patient if Ethan was an ass?

He wanted to switch off his heart for a while. There was no time for all these feelings, thoughts about blue eyes and all the romantic bullshit. 

I probably wouldn’t, though, because I’m an idiot in love with someone who’s even a bigger idiot.

In the moment of silence that followed, Jeremiah asked him if he should have called an Uber for him and, with a smirk, told him that the beers were on the house.

“I’ll handle it, don’t worry. Um, actually, I want to apologize if things looked a little embarrassing.” The barman smiled at him, placing gently a hand on his shoulder.

“You are way more than welcome to come back, whenever you want. Just, don’t try to get drunk next time. Not for this shit at least, alcohol is never a solution. Deal?”

Alejandro blushed a little, well aware of how dumb and desperate he might have looked like.

“Deal. And thank you, seriously. Thank you.” Jeremiah winked at him, moving to go behind the counter again when Alejandro stopped him.

“Hey? Sorry if it’s too personal but I was wondering. Uh, what happened with the straight guy?” Jeremiah smiled brightly, his eyes shining not only because of the lights in the bar.

“I married him." 

Alejandro felt like a complete idiot because, really, he should have noticed the simple golden ring on both Jeremiah and the man behind the counter’s annular. 

When Jeremiah came next to Jacob, who was not only a colleague but also his husband, he didn’t waste time to slap his butt and give the other man a fast kiss on the lips.

He left the bar feeling way better than how he initially entered.

If Alejandro did end up writing a message to a certain doctor with blue eyes that night, it was his business only.

If Ethan didn’t answer, breaking Alejandro’s heart a little bit more, that was his business too.

But you know what? He had to have patience and he was more than ready for it.

Ethan was worth the wait.

[colbybrocksmolder]

All Love - Colby Brock x Bi F Reader

TW : coming out

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Over the last year your career had taken off. You had always had a decent following for posting odd but beautiful photos of yourself and your friends, but almost exactly a year ago you met someone that would change your life.

You remember walking into the studio and watching your friend Shelby position their current model in front of the camera. He was beautiful. He had dark hair and bold eyebrows. Pouty lips. He had a very masculine body, but it was still soft. You couldn’t look away. He was wearing fishnet sleeves, listening to every instruction she gave him.

“Colby, stop smiling!” Shelby called out, scolding him for yet again breaking his pose.

“IT’S NOT MY FAULT! She’s making me nervous!” he laughed, finally breaking you out of your stare.

“Me?” you asked, laughing and walking over to your friend. She had asked you to pick up food on your way to the studio.

Shelby looked over, realizing you were in the room. “Oooo, a good time for a break anyways. Colby, I never took you as someone who got nervous around girls.”

“Feed me, don’t tease me.” Colby laughed, joining the two of you behind the camera. “And your friend……” he looked at you, waiting for you to share your name.

“Y/n” you smiled over at him.

“Your gorgeous friend Y/n was staring at me. Who would have been able to keep a straight face?” He explained, taking a bite of the food.

“Sorry.” You blushed “This shoot is stunning, Shel” you complimented, clicking through the photos she had already taken of Colby.

“You wanna hop in there?” she asked, looking between you and Colby.

“I don’t want to interrupt.” You answered, looking through more photos.

“Come on, y/n. You’ll only make it better.” Colby had smiled over at you.

You never in a million years thought this boy would end up being one of the best friends you’ve ever had.

As time went on, you two shot dozens of photo shoots together. One night he had convinced you to start a YouTube channel with him just showing the behind the scenes of being a model. The ups and downs of dealing with social media. The sometimes-ugly truth behind what the internet called beauty. This all blossomed from a video he had done talking about how he wanted his fans to understand that almost all of his photos were edited. He had been struggling to cope with some of his own body image issues and well…being Colby he wanted to help others that were also going through it.

“Leave that in.” Colby had said, watching you edit one of the videos.

“Colby, your fans already think we’re dating. Do you really think they’re going to just let this slide on by without freaking out?” You laughed, pulling back the clip to re-watch it.

*the clip*

You and Colby were posed together. His hands wrapped around your waist supporting your weight as you leaned back as far as you could. Your arms posed like you were falling.

Shelby had taken a few photos to test out the angles and the lighting and the three of you were looking them over. “Oh, god. Delete those. Colby you’ve gotta move your hands.”

The two of you had gotten back in front of the camera. “Where do you want my hands?” Colby had asked, already knowing why you were so unhappy with the photos.

“Move your right hand up and make sure it stays flat.” You instructed, leaning back to allow Shel to snap a few more photos.

“I think you’ll like these more.” She said, you and Colby joining her behind the camera.

“Oh my god, so much better.” You said, clicking through them.

Colby had slipped his arms around you from behind. “Y/n, I know you looked at those other shots and thought you looked bad.” He said, kissing your shoulder, then your shoulder blade, then moving his lips over your ribs. “But you looked beautiful. You were bent over backwards. You’re not fat. That was just your waist.” he said, kissing down to your side and then finally to the spot that had made you insecure.

You had closed your eyes and smiled. Colby always knew. He knew you better than anyone on the planet. And he knew how to settle you. To calm your worries and your insecurities. “Everyone needs one of you in their lives.” You said, feeling Colby stand back up behind you.

He had put his arms back around you and pulled you to lean back against his chest. “What’s our next pose?” he asked, moving on like he hadn’t just come to your rescue.

*end of clip*

“Dude we’re almost naked, your hands are all over me, and you kissed me multiple times. Do you really want that out on the internet?” you looked over at him, seriously asking. You always seemed more worried about his image than he did.

“I want that whole clip left in.” He answered, scooting down on the couch to lean into your side, literally shoveling handfuls of popcorn into his mouth.

“As you wish.” You plopped the clip back into the timeline, laughing at how ungraceful and dorky such a beautiful human could look. He heard you laugh and shoved a handful of popcorn into your face, the whole thing ending in a mess.

You shared more moments like that than you ever thought you would. Both of you had insecurities, but not with each other.

“I don’t like this.” Colby had said during a shoot. “I’m twisting funny and I feel like I keep sticking my stomach out and I seriously just fucking don’t like this.” You watched as he sighed, dragging his hands over his face. “I’ll be right back.”

Following him out onto the balcony of the studio, you walked to stand in front of him. “Stop” is all you said, your hands resting against his chest.

“I’m sorry” he said, his eyes closed. You could tell he was trying to break himself out of his thought process, his lips moving like he was repeating something to himself.

Your hands slowly moved down his chest, over his stomach. Your fingers gently moving back and forth over the flesh just above his jeans. “Stop flexing.”

“Y/n” he sighed, still caught up in his head. He always thought that because his body wasn’t super lean like some of his friends that it meant he looked pudgy. He hated those bottom few inches of his stomach and you happened to find them incredibly sexy.

“Colby” you said in a warning tone. “Stop flexing or I’m going to bite you.” You smirked up, seeing him finally open his eyes and look down at you.

“What the fuck?” he laughed.

“You’re still flexing.” You said, slowly moving down to bite at the soft flesh he hated most.

“How is biting me going to make me feel better?” he asked, keeping eye contact with you as your mouth neared where your hands were rested against him.

“It’s just something I’ve always wanted to do” you said, pressing a few kisses to his skin. “Every time you move to cover this up, I just want to bite it.” You pressed an open mouth kiss to one side of his belly button before biting down and dragging the skin gently with your teeth.

Colby’s gasped, his eyes never leaving yours. “I just hate it.” He said, finally relaxing and unflexing his torso.

“There you go, baby.” You said, leaving tiny love bites from one hip bone to the other and standing up. “I’m proud of you.”

The two of you walked back into the studio, you were clung to Colby’s back. “Great” Shelby said. “Now I need to cover up teeth marks.” The three of you laughing.

There were times that yours and Colby’s friendship was very physical. You had spent numerous nights loving each other’s bodies. Each other’s flaws and scars and dimples and freckles…To say you knew each other’s bodies as well as you knew your own seems fairly accurate. And while you two were unfathomably good for each other’s self-love and confidence, you weren’t in love. You loved each other, yes. You’d kill for the other. No one knew each other’s minds or bodies better than the other. Sex definitely hadn’t complicated your friendship at all…but it deepened your connection and you started to feel bad. There was one thing you had never shared with your friend and you almost felt ashamed…but the truth was, you hadn’t told a single other soul.

One morning, too early for the sun to come up, you were sleeplessly draped across Colby’s body. You had laid there with your head to his chest, hearing his heartbeat slow after indulging in a wonderful and passionate night with your friend. But now you were thinking. Overthinking. And the tears you had been holding back were slowly pooling on the warm bare chest below you.

“Y/n?” Colby’s sleepy voice rasped. You didn’t answer, hoping he’d just go back to sleep. “Baby, I can feel you shaking.” He said, his hand gently caressing your hair and then resting on your back.

“I’m sorry.” You whispered, unable to truly speak.

Colby moved to sit up, pulling your naked form into his lap. “Y/n, why are you apologizing? What’s wrong?”

“I promise I trust you. I didn’t mean to keep it from you.” It felt hard to breathe. Your chest heavy with a secret you had kept for far too fucking long.

“Y/n, please. Just tell me what’s wrong.” He had never seen you break down like this and you guys had seen each other’s worst moments. He ducked his head to press kisses to your face. “Beautiful girl, why are you hurting?”

You turned your face to his, your hands distracting themselves by tracing his collarbone. “I have a secret.” You said, trying to calm your breathing. You hid your face in Colby’s neck, your fingers still tracing the beautiful lines of his body.

Colby took a second to think about how to proceed, one of his hands moving up and down your back. “You’re allowed to have secrets.” He said into your hair, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“I don’t want it” you replied.

“Then give it to me” he wrapped you in his arms.

“I’m…I uh. I’m not straight” you said, your breath catching in your chest.

For a second, Colby panicked. All he could think was that you two had been physically together over a dozen times and the thought of you letting him touch your body for any reason other than WANTING him to touch you made him feel sick. “Baby, why would you let me touch you…you didn’t think you had to…Y/n I love you. I never ever wanted to force anything…”

You interrupted him the second you figured out what was going through his mind. “Colby” you said, pulling his face to look directly at yours. “No. No no no. I like girls AND boys. You never hurt me.” You pulled his lips to yours, pushing him back down on the bed.

“Jesus Christ.” He said, breaking the kiss and catching his breath. “For a second there I thought I was the worst person on the planet.”

You chuckled, laying your head back on his chest. “Don’t worry. I’ve felt that way for a while. I never meant to keep this from you.”

“You told me when you were ready” he answered, simply, like you had no reason to have worried over this for weeks.

“It’s hard being born with a secret, you know?” You felt Colby’s hand trace patterns into the naked skin of your back. “I mean, YOU never had to tell people you liked girls. Why do I have to?”

“That sounds unfair” Colby replied. You could hear his heartbeat begin to slow again, the anxiety leaving his body.

“Thank you” you whispered to the beautiful human that had continued to fend off your worries and anxieties and bad thoughts.

Colby would continue to be the best friend a girl could ask for. He sat next to you when you told your mom and literally threatened to kick your dad’s ass when that visit didn’t go as planned. He convinced Shelby to do a few lgbtqia+ photo shoots when you were afraid to ask because you hadn’t come out to anyone. He knew you wanted to and that it was important to you. He even participated in them and posed with other men. He accompanied you to your first Pride and wore the most obnoxious shirt. It was a pink tank top with “My best friend likes (cat emoji)” printed on the front. You made him take a picture with Sam while wearing it because it made you laugh. He let you take the picture. He pretended to “accidentally” shove you into the girl you were checking out at the bar and he gave you bomb clickbait for your “I’m not single” video where you came out and introduced your very first girlfriend. He even cancelled a week’s worth of plans when that relationship went downhill and you were left with a broken heart.

So here you two were, looking out at a beautiful skyline. He had canceled his plans and packed a bag for the both of you, pulling you to his car and driving north. No clue where you’d actually end up. Turns out, Portland is gorgeous. You two spent the week taking pictures of each other in the wonderful nature scenes that surrounded you. You really only checked your phones to tell Sam and Shelby you were safe.

“It gets better” he said to you, pulling you closer to him.

You two were spending your last night in Oregon camping up in the mountains. You were laid out on a blanket, the sounds of nature and animals and running water more peaceful than any night either of you had ever spent in LA.

“Love sucks” you said, snuggling into his warm familiar body.

Colby laughed. “No, it doesn’t.”

“It sure feels like it.” You sighed.

“Love is beautiful. Love can be hard or temporary��maybe it’s not always in its right time, but Y/n…” he kissed the top of your head. “All love is beautiful.”

[minniepetals]

String Of Fate 04

— summary: they set fire to the world around them but would never let a flame touch her.

— pairing: bts x reader

— genre: fluff, angst || poly!au, soulmate!au, mafia!au

— word count: 4.2k

— warnings: none

╰  Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9 

The real question was, how were you going to find them? 

All these times, it had been them who had found you, knowing exactly where you'd be and where you were. When you thought about it, it wasn't fair. They could easily track you down while you had no idea. But it was time to know, to stop living in oblivion and to find out the truth, whether you'd like it or not. It was obvious there was some sort of connection you shared with the seven men. You just needed to find out the reason why.

But how?

Maybe if you were placed in some sort of danger, they'd show up?

It made some sort of sense. They were there for you when the attack was brought out at the club, leaving you to be the only survivor. And Hoseok had been there when a creep had harassed you. Otherwise you'd find them somewhere out of no where but what were the chances of that? However, your thinking wasn't exactly a great plan. You couldn't just put yourself in danger on purpose. But Miss Lee had already given you permission to leave work early, to search for them.

"How am I going to find them?" You asked aloud and saw from the corner of your eyes as a little yellow canary flew off from a nearby tree. With a grunt escaping your lips, you thought of first revisiting that corner you had last saw Jin.

So you headed on over and the memories of that night had returned. 

You could understand why he had been afraid of your reaction at the time, whether you were going to run away from him again or not. You sure hoped that night confirmed his suspicions wrong. Jin didn't looked like one to be insecure or distraught over other's opinions about him, he looked quite the opposite of that in fact, but you guessed after your first meeting and the meetings after that that you had been a special case. 

That was still a mystery you wanted desperately to solve but you suspected the answers weren't going to be given to you right away. After all, the Bangtan guys seemed like the types to hold back. There was a lot of things they were hiding from you but maybe it was for you own good? Whatever had happened, you sure were curiously about especially since it seemed to have involved you. 

Jin promised he'd get me new flowers, you remembered. The forget-me-not flowers that Yoongi had given you had been placed inside the bouquet because you wanted to hold onto it. Maybe it was because you didn't wanted to leave it behind, because you missed him for some reason, so it was destroyed altogether with the rest of the flowers. Which meant that you'd surely see them again, well, at least Jin. 

Though, if you were to actually see them again that day, you wondered what you'd say or ask. Should you get to the point? Ask them what made you so special that seven mafias had dropped their guns just to make sure you were safe. Or maybe you wouldn't say a thing unless they were ready to tell you. After all, they had their own reasons for building up a wall and not telling you anything. 

You just wondered what you needed to do on your part in the meantime.

To remember. 

But to remember what? Maybe there was a connection you shared, and perhaps something happened to make you forget everything. Then again, nothing special had happened in your life and you had Dahyun as a witness since she had been there with you your entire life. 

Past life? You asked yourself. It was weird thinking about it but you've already witnessed some weird things from the guys. Hoseok literally had you transported to their mansion in seconds, Yoongi disappeared right in front of you, and Jin healed you. So connecting them with your current situation, a past life would had made sense. 

Maybe that was what you were forgetting? And maybe you had been with the guys in your past life? Maybe that was why?

You groaned aloud while hitting your head with your hand. "I'm going to die of frustration."

"You can't die yet. I won't let you," a voice spoke up from behind and when you had turned around, you found yourself smacked with their chest. The man gave out a soft laughter as he held you back from stumbling backwards. When you looked up, you found an amused looking Park Jimin right in front of you. "Hey there," the man smiled as a subtle dimple appeared at his cheek. 

How cute, you thought to yourself. 

"A little birdie told me you were looking for us," he said. 

You blinked, surprised at how he knew. But then you remembered that little canary that had flew off suddenly after you had spoken your question of finding them aloud. With a tilt of your head, you voiced out your thoughts, "Do you mean that literally?"

Jimin gave you a light carefree shrug. "What do you think?"

You gave his question a thought. It could be true with everything that you had witnessed so far. Maybe that was his special thing? After all, everyone you had seen so far had seemed to have different...special abilities. So you just smiled, deciding to be just as carefree as the man in front of you had looked as you gave him a shrug. "Maybe."

He giggled. Giggled. And it caught you by surprise because you never knew a mafia could ever look as soft as Jimin was right in front of your eyes. You couldn't remember exactly encountering Jimin, besides that first night you 'met' them all but that night had almost been a blur to you, but you knew he must had not looked like this on an everyday basis. 

"Did you missed us?" He asked so causally, as if the two of you had known each other for so long, as if you hadn't just met. But maybe that was Jimin's charms—until you remembered he was still a mafia and maybe you were the special case once more. 

"I..." You trailed off, trying to think of a response to his question. 

Did you missed them? 

You pouted your lips slightly and gave him a confused gaze, hoping he'd understand the perplexed situation you were in. "I have questions," you told him. 

He nodded, as if already expecting that from you. "I know."

"But you won't tell me," you acknowledged with a reluctant sigh. 

"Nope," Jimin confirmed in a light tone. 

How interesting was it to talk so casually to Jimin as if you had been talking for years and to your honesty, you liked it. The conversation didn't hold any tension unlike other times where either parties had to hold themselves back from fear. Maybe it was because you were finally trying to grasp and understand the situation (although still quite confused). Or perhaps Jimin was just someone so easy to talk to. 

Or both. 

"You can't answer any questions?" You prompted. "None at all?" 

He shook his head, eyes with a glint of slight regret as if he wanted to but couldn't. "When the time comes, Y/N. When we feel ready to tell you. But at the moment, we've just met and things are a bit complicated right now."

"Complicated how?"

"I can't answer that either because it ties to everything else. You'll only feel overwhelmed if all the questions are answered at once and none of us wants that for you. There's a lot to cover, trust me, and the answers will only get even more complicated than the questions swarming in this little head of yours right now." Although he said the last thing playfully by giving you a light poke on your head, you could sense the maturity in Jimin's tone, how serious he was. "It will only add up more questions, so don't think on it too much."

A pout formed on your lips as your brows furrowed a bit. "But how can I not?"

"I know it's difficult," Jimin admitted, but before he could say anything else, you had cut him off. 

"Then help me." 

His head tilted to the side, a brow raised as he wondered what you meant by that. "How?" Jimin asked as a smirk danced upon his lips. 

"Just answer one simple question," you told him, more likely begged. When you saw the hesitation in Jimin's eyes, you spoke up once more. "All you have to do is say yes or no. Or even tell me that you don't want to answer the question." 

"Fine," he said, shrugging. 

You hadn't exactly expected him to oblige so that caught you off guard. And now that Jimin was expecting you to ask a question, you could only look down at the ground below you, flustered. Whatever the question was, Jimin found it amusing how shy you were looking all of a sudden.

"Do you..um..." you started, but then realizing how embarrassing the question was and your head shook in embarrassment. "N-never mind."

"Hey, you can't just drop something and not finish it."

"It's just..."

How embarrassing. 

The question had been swarming in your head from the moment you had first met them. It was weird, you thought, of how different they acted around you when the whole world screamed how dangerous these guys were. But from what you had seen, they weren't as scary as society had spoken of. Okay yeah, Hoseok was scary when he was angry with the random dude but he had a good reason to be—right? Again, you still couldn't comprehend why, just why. 

What made you different that these seven mafias were acting like you were someone special to them? Maybe you were, maybe you weren't. And of course the answers weren't going to be clear just yet but you just had to know at least a little. Like a little spoiler for the actual elaborated answers to come in the future. Whenever that was. And you couldn't really blame yourself for being curious. After all, their actions seem to be all because of you so what was harm?

"I don't know how to word it," you confessed, although it was really just you not wanting to get straight to the point but to dodge it a little. "Do you guys...um...am I like...like...do you..."

The more you tried to stall, the harder it was to not feel embarrassed by the question you were trying to ask. After all, you hadn't known them long enough, but the question was pondering in your head. 

As if reading your mind, Jimin gave out a ring of laughter, amused with how flustered you were. "What? Do we care about you? Are you someone special to us? Is that why we act different around you?" 

Your cheeks flushed because that was exactly your questions, you just didn't expected him to actually know and be so blunt about it. So you didn't responded, thinking you've embarrassed yourself far enough and believing that maybe you wouldn't like his response. 

When Jimin saw the way your eyes wondered away from his as you kept quiet, he beamed at how cute you were being and looking self conscious. So he held an arm out to lay his hand on your back and had you fall into his embrace. "You're special, Y/N," he uttered with a soft kiss atop your head. "You're different." 

Your heart skipped a beat, fluttering. Your cheeks felt warm but this time for a different reason and you could feel the butterflies in your stomach untangling themselves and flying freely. You felt like you were in euphoria. His touches felt so addicting, everything about him felt addicting. You had no idea why you liked his answer so much but you did, and his small kiss atop your head and arms wrapped around sent you in ecstasy, even though they had been just small gestures. Whatever the feeling was, whatever it's reasons were, you loved it. 

"Why?" You asked the man but Jimin only chuckled. 

"You said one question and I've already answered." He let you go just enough for you to still be in his arms but being able to now see his face. "And judging by your flushed cheeks, you liked that answer, didn't you?" He teased as he lightly poked your nose. You bit your lower lip and quickly hid your head against his chest, causing laughter to erupt from him. 

If anyone were to see, they'd likely thought the two of you were two couples in love. And to your honesty, that was what it felt—or was it? You didn't know, you hadn't exactly been in any relationship before and only judged the experience from scenes you saw in movies and dramas. Still, it felt nice. Your heart felt warm. Jimin felt warm. And you liked it.

And of course Jimin did too. He loved it. It reminded him of the old days when the two of you would just casually talk and random cute gestures were made. Sometimes it came from you, sometimes from him, and other times it'd be the two of you at a contest or something. He missed it, and now that he was able to experience it again with you after so long, it only brought warmth to his heart. 

The days hadn't exactly been great for him before, not for any of them really. But he saw how happy and relieved Jin was when he had came back just a few nights before after seeing you. You seemed to had relieved his worries about being afraid of him. Jimin knew you weren't one to run away without reason. After all, you had always been an understanding lady who judged no one until she actually got to know them. Jin wasn't a bad man, of course not. Even though he was a mafia doing illegal things, Jin, and him and the others, meant no harm to you, only you. 

And you seem to had probably realized that, being that you still weren't running away but instead letting a mafia hug her and give her a kiss without fully knowing him. Your memories were gone, who knew when they'd reappear, but at least your personality kept the same. You were still that person they had fallen in love with, that same kind hearted person.

"When you asked if I missed you guys," 

Jimin looked back down at you as you spoke up once more, waiting for you to go on with the smile still resting on his face. 

"I..I'm not sure?" You replied in confusion. He found it cute how you were trying your best to understand your own feelings even though they were confusing you. "But I guess I do want to see you guys." 

"Then let's go."

"Huh?" You blinked, ever the confused person.

"Let's go," the man repeated as he took your hand into his. "They'll be happy to see you." 

Sure Namjoon, Yoongi, and Taehyung would had just gotten back from a mission but with you being there, Jimin was sure you'd lessen their tensions and bring smiles upon their faces. After all, what better way to calm the storm with a sprinkle of sunshine? Plus he knew his boyfriends all needed your presence to fill in the empty space after days of not seeing you. So he dragged you along to his motorcycle, helped you with the helmet before he placed his own on, and rode off with you holding onto his waist.

When the bike stopped in the garage with a few other parked vehicles you knew you could never afford, you jumped off and took off your helmet. Well, tired to, but Jimin saw the way your hands trembled, making it troubling for you to unclip the strap. 

He sighed and took hold of your forearm to pull you in close so that you were standing in between his legs. You blinked at the sudden action, suddenly feeling flustered once more. 

You watched him, sat on his bike as he took over to help you out of your helmet. "What's wrong, baby?"

Baby. Baby. With the sudden new nickname, you almost forgot what he had asked. It just sounded so nice, fitting, and just right. "I..."

"Are you afraid?" He worried. "You know we will never do anything to harm you, right?"

"I know," you nodded, biting your lip and lowering your gaze as you felt self conscious. "I just...it feels strange. What if, what if I'm just troubling you guys? And what if they don't want to see me? I'm asking too much, aren't I?"

"No, baby," there it was again, "you aren't troubling us at all." 

But you weren't convinced, and Jimin could see that. 

"Remember just a few minutes ago when you asked if we cared about you? I think I spoke for all of us when I said that you were special."

"Special..." 

"Yes!" He smiled, the light reaching his eyes as he tried to comfort you. "Our special girl."

They're special girl. How strange that everything Jimin was saying had sounded just right. Even though you knew nothing much, you could hear the truth in him, and maybe that was just because you wanted it to be the truth.

"Now let's go cheer our guys up." 

He stood up abruptly and took your hand in his, dragging you towards the door that led inside their home. 

"Cheer..." you blinked, "wait what?"

But Jimin only sent you a wink.

The closer he led you to where the others were, the harder your heart pounded. You felt a static feeling from Jimin's touch all of a sudden but couldn't find yourself to let go. It felt addicting, like a string just tugging you closer and closer towards something unknown yet incredible. 

When they came into view, you could see each one of them looking not too happy. 

Namjoon stood in the middle of the living room with Yoongi, and you could feel the intense tension between them, like there had been a disagreement of some sort. Hoseok stood close by, hands on each side of his hips as he watched Namjoon and Yoongi. Taehyung loosened the tie around his neck, wearing a white dress shirt that made him look so attractive with those furrowed brows. Jin sat on a sofa, elbows propped up against his thighs while Jungkook sat on the other side of Jin, hands scribbling on a sketch pad like he had already given up on trying to settle whatever matter they were dealing with. 

You gulped and shrunk back, turning your attention back to Jimin who for some reason had a smirk on his face. That was what he meant by cheering them up. 

"We're home." 

You saw their heads turned and looked up at Jimin's voice, wondering what he meant by "we" and you could only panicked. What if your presence would set them in a worse mood? Because dealing with mafias who had probably just gotten back from their missions wasn't something you wanted to go through. 

But when Jungkook's chirpy voice gasped "Y/N!" the tension only seemed to lessen much to your relief and surprise. 

Hoseok looked like he had sighed a breath of relief while Jungkook dropped his pencil and sketch pad to hop over towards Jimin and you. 

"What happened?" He asked, amused as his smile showed the beautiful bunny teeth, wondering how Jimin had convinced you to come by. 

But the man only shook his head with a smile on his face, as if promising the younger one that he'd tell him the reason later. 

When Jimin looked back at you, your eyes only focused on one thing as your brows furrowed with a glint of fear. He followed your eyes to see a gun laid on the coffee table and saw how both Yoongi and Namjoon didn't noticed. 

"Hyung," was all he had to say to have Yoongi quickly realizing and grabbing the gun to hide it behind him.

"Um..."

"Jin destroyed the flowers you gave me," you blurted out of fluster. When you realized what you had said, your cheeks flushed. 

However, the guys all simply smiled as Yoongi gave a humored chuckle while Jin stood up from his seat, arms crossed as he walked over to where you stood, the rest following behind.

"First of all, I didn't destroyed it, the car that ran past it destroyed it," he corrected, eyes narrowed at you, "and second, maybe if you hadn't held onto it and kept it at home, the results wouldn't had came out that way."

Now you were really flustered. 

"Oh?" Yoongi raised a brow with an amused smirk. "You liked it that much?" 

"N-no. It just reminded me of you so I—wait that sounded worse." The more you spoke, the harder it was to make up an excuse and actually speak the truth. "Please ignore that." But they all looked pretty happy with your response.

Well, at least no one looked like they wanted to kill someone anymore. But now that the attention was all shifted to you, you had no idea how to act. You felt odd and had no idea why their stares were making you so flustered. But then again, was there anything you knew?

"You missed me?"

"She wanted to see all of us."

You whined at Jimin who had draped his arm around your shoulder, and they practically melted at the sight of your small pout.

"It's okay to admit it, no one's judging," you saw Taehyung smirking. But was it really okay to feel such ways towards them? Them whom you barely knew?

"If it makes you feel better, we missed you too." 

"You do?" You asked, looking up at Jungkook like a curious puppy then staring at the others for some confirmation. They all but gave you soft smiles, nodding as they agreed with the youngest member. "This just..makes me even more curious," you admitted.

Namjoon gave out a light chuckle. "I'm sure it does," he said but spoke no further into the topic. 

With light scratches on the back of your head, you looked up at him cautiously. "Um, do you...are you guys okay? I hope I didn't interrupted anything."

"We're fine, sweetie," he assured you though you still doubted it. As if knowing exactly what you were feeling, Namjoon added in, "We needed the distraction before things got out of control."

Shyly, you let your eyes flutter a few times, voice still sounding timid. "So, I'm a good distraction?" 

Hoseok chuckled. "You sure are." Your cheeks flushed visibly at the wink he sent you and if it wasn't for the sudden growl of your stomach, maybe the atmosphere would had stayed at a romantic state. 

But you could only furrow your brows and squeeze your eyes shut in embarrassment. 

"You skipped breakfast and lunch, didn't you?" You saw Jimin frowning without you even having to confirm his suspicions. 

Jin tsked lightly with a shake of his head as he walked over to place his hand on your head, eyeing the rest of the guys. "Well, no matter how well Y/N keeps you distracted, you still have some matters to discuss and fix. Do that while I fix her a meal." 

You wanted to protest to Jin's request in fixing you something but the way the guys tensed up once more made you kept quiet. Namjoon sighed aloud before bidding you a goodbye with his wink, catching you off guard, and left with Hoseok, Taehyung and Yoongi to somewhere you probably wouldn't be able to find. 

Watching the backs of their heads made you sighed sadly to yourself. You felt like a burden, like you had intruded in on their house without an invitation. Plus Jin was now insisting on making you a late lunch when he really didn't needed to. 

"Sorry," you spoke your apology aloud for Jin, Jimin and Jungkook to hear. 

"For what? You did nothing wrong," Jungkook said otherwise, brows furrowed in concern for what was going on in that little head of yours. You had the habit of thinking you were always bothersome to others and thinking you were a burden but the guys had never once had those thoughts running through their heads. Sure sometimes you'd do things to purposefully annoy them back then but they could only see that as you being playful because you wanted their attention. 

Which was cute.

To them, you were anything but a burden. And clearly you still haven't gotten that in your head just yet.

"But I—"

"Nope, stop right there," Jimin said, surprising you by suddenly planting a delicate kiss on your head. Once more, your cheeks flared of a soft pink blush and the three guys practically melted at the sight. "Don't even finish that sentence, Y/N." 

"You are anything but a burden," Jin added on as he grabbed your hand to follow you into their kitchen, Jimin and Jungkook walking behind. 

You blinked. One glance at the hand that was holding yours, one glance up at Jin's smile, and two glances at Jimin and Jungkook who flashed you the same soft gaze. 

"You read me like an open book, I don't even have to voice my worries. Maybe we really did know each other in our past lives."

They could only chuckle aloud.

[honeymoonjin]

WTLTLD part two - jimin x reader

Read the first part to Would You Like to Live Deliciously? here. Part two: when Jimin accidentally fucks up and ticks an invite to his friend’s hangout as ‘plus one’, he freaks out and contacts the only girl he knows - you, a succubus whom he had previously summoned to take his virginity. Unfortunately for you, blending in as a human girlfriend will be difficult when his friend group consists of some familiar faces. Mentions of sexual content but nothing explicit. 2.9k words. This will have more parts to come! Please let me know what you think!

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“Just call her, dude.”

Jimin huffs in irritation. “It’s not like it’s some random girl, Jungkook. She’s a fucking sex demon. Besides, I don’t want to bother her.” He focuses stubbornly on the road ahead as he holds on to the steering wheel a little tighter.

Out of the corner of his eye he sees Jungkook narrow his eyes at Jimin and pout. “It’s not fair,” he whines, “I was the one that found the incantation in the first place. If you’re too pussy to call her again, then I should be allowed to!”

He exits off the highway with a harsher turn than is probably necessary. “I’m not a pussy, Jungkook. And you can get your own sex demon. No one’s stopping you.”

Judging by the toothy grin he’s being sent, that was the wrong thing to say. “Ooh, Jimin’s jealous! Jimin likes her! Whatever, dude. I told you yesterday; if you don’t call her when we get there, I will.”

The two of them were headed to a weekend hangout at their mutual friend Hoseok’s beach house. It had been a couple years since the last of them had graduated high school, and most of the others had moved away even before then. Their group of seven which had remained unbreakable, even over the distance, was finally reuniting in person, and the two in the car couldn’t have been more excited.

There was only one issue. Jimin had fucked up and accidentally hit the plus-one on the electronic invites Namjoon had made, and he was too proud to admit it was a mistake, so now an entire false narrative had been created around Jimin apparently having a girlfriend, and the only girl he had really spoken to and was comfortable with was, ironically, a succubus that he literally summoned from the depths of hell.

“I’ll call her,” he finally admits in resignation, “I made sure to pack the salt, I just… What can I possibly offer her, Gukie? There’s no reason for her to say yes.”

Jungkook falls into contemplative silence for a few moments, clutching at his seatbelt where it sometimes dug into the skin of his neck. “You know,” he says slowly in an odd tone, “I reckon I have an idea.”

Jimin takes the opportunity of a red stoplight to twist and stare at Jungkook, the younger boy’s eyebrows knitted in thought, nodding slowly. “What is it?”

“Okay, bear with me,” he starts, protesting when Jimin sighs. No doubt it would be another one of his hairbrained schemes. “Hey! Seriously, hear me out! Y/n wants sex, right? And obviously, last time you were more than happy to offer your dick up, so she probably won’t want to do all this work for something she’s already had before-” Jimin rolls his eyes, starting forward jerkily when the light turns green again, “bu-ut, maybe if you throw in a little extra she’d be willing to work for it.” Jungkook stays quiet with a big smile on his face, expectant.

Jimin groans. “Wow, so that whole spiel was just so that I’d let you fuck her, huh?”

“No! Well, yes… What I’m saying is, all you gotta do is sweeten the pot, buddy. Think about it- we’re going to be spending a whole long weekend with five other dudes. I was FaceTiming Namjoon the other day and he mentioned about how jealous the other guys were of you having a girlfriend, because they’re all single.”

Jimin frowned. “I thought Yoongi had a girlfriend.”

“Are you kidding? They broke up ages ago. I’m thinking you plus six other horny boys is a pretty great bargaining chip.”

A great sigh leaves Jimin’s nostrils as the car pulls onto a residential street running parallel to the street. “So, you’re telling me I should tell everyone Y/n is my girlfriend and then also get them to have sex with her? They’re not going to take part in that, because for them, it’d be cheating.”

“I’m not an idiot, hyung. Tell them you’re in an open relationship, because the little minx has a raging sexual appetite and your chili pepper dick can’t keep up.”

“Fuck off,” Jimin snaps reflexively, but his mind is already whirring.

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“You seem grouchy,” Namjoon teases as the two of you sit in the bed of his truck at the old train station crossroads half an hour out of the main city.

Your frown deepens, and you take another swig from the glass bottle of vodka dangling limply in your hand. Demons couldn’t get drunk, but you very much enjoyed the burning sensation of high percentage alcohols. “No shit.” You sigh, letting your legs swing off the edge aimlessly. “I got summoned for the first time in, like, forever. And then he acts like he’s all smitten, and his friend was there, and I was hoping they’d summon me again. I could do with a regular fix, you know. But nothing.” You laugh bitterly. “Fuck, it’s stupid. I shouldn’t have given them my name.”

Namjoon’s eyes widen. “You what? Y/n, why would you risk it? If they found the resources to summon you, they could easily…” He breaks off with a sigh. “I hope for your sake they’ve just forgotten about you or moved on from seeking out the company of kind like us.”

You hum noncommittedly. “Anyway. I was thinking you and I should go downtown and spend some of those souls of yours this weekend. Splurge a little.”

He laughs incredulously, dimple deepening as his eyes stay locked on the slowly setting sun. “Oh, so you have one bad day and now you want to use my hard-earned souls for a little retail therapy? I see how it is.” He nudges your shoulder, but then drops the smile. “No can do, sorry. I have plans.”

You place the bottle on the metal bed of the truck. “Plans? Since when do us demons plan anything?”

He shrugs. “It’s… a thing. Don’t worry about it. I’ll be back on Monday; we can go then. Deal?”

“Sure, whatever.” You huff and lean back, staring up at the deep orange wash of the sunset as it blends into navy. “You and I never hang out anymore. Not since…”

“Y/n,” Namjoon warns, voice a little more distant now that you’re lying down, “it’s not that I’m avoiding you, because I’m not. I just think there’s no point in being so bitter towards him anymore. He didn’t do anything wrong. It’s just how he is.”

You scoff and kick one leg out into the air petulantly. “Why is everyone on his side all the time? He walked out before I could even get any closure. He didn’t leave a message, nothing. How is he the victim here?”

Namjoon sighs patiently, turning around to face you, leaning over and blocking the last warm rays of the sun. “Need I remind you that you broke up with him? He’s still not over you, Y/n.”

You sit up suddenly, and Namjoon has to jump back to avoid your heads colliding. “Min Yoongi can go suck a dick. He didn’t have to be an asshole and leave like he did, even if he knew what I was going to do. It’s just cruel.”

Namjoon tilts his head to the side. “Y/n,” the crossroads demon begins slowly, “have you really never considered that he left like that because he couldn’t bear to face you and deal with the goodbye?”

Your face falls solemn for a moment, eyes distant, before you shake your head roughly and get up off the truck, landing heavily on the dirt. “It doesn’t matter either way,” you spit, “I’m never going to have to see him ever again, so he can find some succubus pussy elsewhere if he’s that hung up on it. Goodbye, Namjoon.”

“Y/n, I wasn’t trying to upset you, I just-”

His voice is abruptly muffled as you depart from the earthly plane and return home to your silent, cold apartment.

--

You wouldn’t dare admit it to anyone, but later that night when you feel that tug in your chest and the telltale tingling in your extremities that signifies you’re being summoned, you happily drop everything and stand up in anticipation. Finally.

Quickly schooling your expression into something a little more neutral, your heart races as your new surroundings materialize in front of you. It’s a cold, dank room, with a naked light bulb dangling from the ceiling. To your right is a bay with a washing machine and a dryer, to your right lies a metal rack with wet clothes strung over it. And in front of you, dinner.

“Mortals,” you recite slowly, hoping your smile comes off as sly rather than genuinely happy, “for what purpose have you summoned me?”

Jimin, who’s back in his childish clothes – this time a thin white sweater and pink skinny jeans – flinches at the burst of hellfire and waves sheepishly, but the younger just grins widely. “You can drop the formalities, noona,” he gushes, “we’re like friends now.”

You roll your eyes, though the comment inspires a muted bloom of joy within you. “Why am I here?”

Jungkook grins and leans back to stare down at his friend wordlessly. Jimin rubs the back of his neck and laughs awkwardly. “The thing is, uh… I kind of told my friends I had a girlfriend. A-And I don’t. So, I was wondering if you might, uh, pretend to be my girlfriend?”

You blink at him, eyes narrowing slowly. Any spark of excitement at the thought of feeding well again is snuffed out. “Excuse me? Why would I do that?”

The older boy helplessly shrugs with a pained expression, so Jungkook takes over. “Here’s the deal. Jimin needs a hot chick to show off to his friends; you’re a hot chick. You’re a demon from hell who needs to fuck for survival – huge fan, by the way – and we have seven people in our friend group who would love to assist in your plight, I’m sure. We’ll tell them you and Jimin are allowed to have sex with other people, and you can have your pick. Quid pro quo.” Proud of himself, Jungkook nods once decisively and falls silent.

You glance over to Jimin. “He’s telling the truth? You believe I’ll be able to feed well here?” Realistically, you should just say no and return to hell, or perhaps somewhere else on Earth for a midnight snack, but an offer like this had never come around for you before, and it’s not like you were going to do anything this weekend anyway. Jimin nods cautiously, and you sigh in resignation. “How long do I have to pretend? I do not know anything about mortal relationships, so I cannot guarantee I will be very convincing.”

“It’s easy,” Jungkook blurts in passionately, “all you have to do is be touchy feely, compliment Jimin, and always agree with him. Those are the three pillars to perfect PDA.”

“One weekend,” Jimin clarifies gratefully, “just until Monday morning when everyone heads back. I can, I don’t know, tell them in like a month from now that we broke up. Thank you so much, Y/n.”

“Also!” Jungkook very nearly yells, and you cringe at the way it fills the small room. “Also, human girlfriends always wear sexy clothes. You know, tight dresses, short skirts, low-cut tops. Hoseokie-hyung has a pool, so you should get a bikini too.”

You glance down at what you’re wearing. Clothes were normally unimportant to you unless you were on the hunt, so you had been spending the evening in your apartment wearing a loose tee and some sweatpants. In your experience ‘sexy’ varied from person to person, and so it seemed the younger boy found showing skin to be attractive. “I’m not your girlfriend,” you answer simply, “so it is irrelevant to me what you think of my attire. Jimin,” you focus your gaze on him, “what do you want me to wear?”

“Uhh…” For a moment, you wait and stare at the way his mouth drops open and his eyes widen in thought. Beside him, Jungkook is mouthing something you’re pretty sure is ‘lingerie, lingerie’ but Jimin doesn’t pay him any attention. “you don’t have to be sexy for me, you can just wear whatever you want. Whatever’s comfortable.”

You refrain from rolling your eyes at the non-committal response, and instead shut them briefly so that you can focus on slipping into his mind. Smiling a little at the way his kinks and fetishes seemed to have evolved from last time, you let yourself savor and get to know his taste.

“…is she okay? Fuck, Jimin, she’s probably glitching out or something. Throw more salt on her; maybe the call is running out.”

“I’m not gonna throw salt on her. Y/n, are you good?”

You crack open your eyes with a satisfied smile, then look down at you clothes, dematerializing the casual attire and replacing it with a pair of black shorts and an oversize yellow sweater that hangs off one shoulder to expose your bare skin, no bra strap in sight.

Jimin’s mouth hangs open, and he closes it to swallow hard. “That’s… that’s my sweater.”

“The one you were wearing at our first meeting, correct. It was the only item of clothing of yours I had seen in enough detail to recreate. Is this acceptable attire?”

Jungkook sighs out dreamily. “Most certainly. Stealing his sweater? Classic girlfriend. Are you sure you haven’t done this before?”

Before you can answer, a doorbell rings somewhere outside the room. Jimin swears and puts a hand across his forehead nervously. “Oh god, what if they don’t believe me? What if they won’t have sex with her and I have to sell my soul to make up for the deal? Oh god, what am I doing?”

“Calm down,” Jungkook commands with a soft punch to Jimin’s shoulder, “it’s probably just Hoseokie-hyung getting back from the store. Y/n,” he swivels and fixes his gaze on you, “just pretend like you only just arrived, okay? We’ll introduce you.”

‘Hoseokie-hyung’ turns out to be a boisterous, extremely friendly young man with black hair and tanned skin, and before Jimin even gets your name out, you’re enveloped in a tight hug, feet almost lifting off of the ground.

“So nice to meet you! Jimin’s been pretty hush-hush about everything. Guess he wants to keep you all to himself, huh?”

“No!” Jimin yells suddenly, making Hoseok flinch in surprise. “Uh, sorry, we’re just not, um, monogamous. I didn’t tell you guys much because…”

You smile softly, internally cringing at the way he awkwardly stumbles on his words. “I asked him to keep quiet,” you pitch in, “I didn’t want him talking me up too much!” Your eye twitches when Jimin laughs in relief a little too loudly.

“Oh,” Hoseok states, a little less energetic than before, but still with a radiant, friendly beam on his face, “that’s fair enough, I know Jimin certainly likes to overexaggerate things. But you seem lovely, it’s nice to meet you!”

“You too.” You remember Jungkook’s advice: compliments, physical contact, and agreement. Without warning, you’re leaning into Jimin’s side and slipping your hand into the back pocket of his jeans. Secretly loving the way the muscles in his ass jump at the pressure, you smile pleasantly. “Any friend of Jimin’s is a friend of mine.”

Jimin tugs at the neck of his white sweater, then lets his arm gingerly rest over your shoulders. “Hobi-hyung, when are the others arriving?”

Hoseok’s eyes light up. “Soon, I hope! Most of the others met up at the main station to get an Uber together, but-” A ding breaks his concentration, and you frown, craning your neck to locate the origin of the source.

Hoseok pulls out a black, flat device from his pocket and stares into the light that comes out the surface. You were of course familiar with mobile phones, had seen them in the wild, but had no use for one yourself. You watched curiously as he looked at it for a moment, squinting to try and make out what showed up on the surface. “Oh! Yeah, so as I was saying, most of them are en route now, but Yoongi showed up separately. He just text; he’s at the front door.”

Your head rocks back and your pleasant façade freezes. Jimin feels you tense up, and hastily removes his arm from your shoulders as if that was the problem, then asks you if you’re okay, but you’ve tuned out the earthly plane you’re on, homing in on your other senses.

It could be a different Yoongi, you had hoped for a moment. Maybe it had become a popular human name. But no. You could feel his familiar energy radiating through your skull, the way it did when he was near.

Another ding sounds in the back of your mind, but this one doesn’t come from Hoseok’s device, but the direction of the front door. Your ex-boyfriend is here.

[namjoonchronicles]

lumière | nj

↳ genre fluff, domestic au, namjoon being sweet 

↳ words 3.3k

↳ summary all of my ‘under 5 feet’ ladies, rejoice, in this fic, we are talking about major height differences in a couple and the shits we are going through that tall lads don’t, no shade, i love you tol, but sometimes we petites gotta remember to love ourselves, as we are 

↳ notes lumière [lymjɛʀ] french, meaning light or shine

↳ warning extreme self-roast *hi i’m 1.49cm tall*, loving a tol person despite all odds, terrible cuteness beyond imagination, heart fluttering-smile inducing-read, a piece written from self-induced depression to prove that bad things can be beautiful 

↳ namjoonchronicles’ honorary tag list @kai-tashi​ @septemberalien​ @joon94net​ @yourlocalalien​ @snugglemejeon​ @yoongiseesaw​ @majestikblue​ 

↳ special mentions @fangirlaholicxx​ this was a gift to you, and i guess, for us little people, to love someone as tall as namjoon is a far fetched dream *toss aside all our other tall biases* and you of all people know how much it bothers me, for the way i whine about the parking buttons being too high, and not able to reach the pedals without adjusting my car seat, or how things i wanted to purchase is always placed so high, complaining as to why namjoon isn’t here yet to help me; this is for you, in the midst of your exam week, thanks for being patient & being my friend :) 

↳ song ed sheeran ‘Tenerife Sea’ ; that sweet-sweet part where he sang ‘lumière, darling.’

Everyone thinks having a major height different with your beau is the cutest thing in the world. Easy for you to say, if you're not the one going through it endlessly, day-by-day.

Standing at 181 cm, Namjoon is one lanky dude. That's what your cousin told you when she first met him. Several years later, he is still too tall and it's either you're getting shorter or he's getting taller. You swore by the stars in your eyes, that it's the latter.

Crumpled sheets, waking up next to him is not as romantic as the movies depicted. You'd wake up, hair frenzied, and slapping his bicep because he is hogging the blanket all over to his side. His limbs drape over you, and it feels like a tree log that falls over after a typhoon. Not to mention that it is incredibly impossible to wake up and not trip over those legs. You fall flat on your face and that's your version of a wake up call. He curls to his side and invade your side of the bed when you wake up. Almost everyday, you fall to your back on the floor at the side of the bed to give him more space.

Cute? The sore disagrees.

Not when your morning work up includes jumping in place to get that shower head down to your height and failing. Do you know how dangerous that is? Wet floor, wiggling fingers to grasp air and have it finally toppling over your head, eliciting a tiny 'Ow'.

Shoulder and neck gets treated with a warm run of the water from the shower head, tips to keep living with a long lamp post beau. It soothes the strains, those knotted capillaries relaxes at the contact of warm water. Stepping out of the shower, drying the tips of your hair that managed to get wet, only to huff tiredly at the sight of the hair dryer place on the top shelf every time Namjoon uses them. Shutting your eyes and sighing in agony, the morning workout is endless. You do what you usually do: climb over the sink counter and get the hair dryers. You walk outside, and see him seated on the bed, gathering the blankets around his waist, eyes still shut. Adorable. You pushed his bangs away and grant him a simple brush of lips on his forehead. When else can you do that if not now?

Namjoon is a makeshift ladder sometimes, for changing bulbs and cleaning ceiling fans. It is never not funny because he always hanging his mouth open to watch you clean and the dust gets eaten by him. He'll choke and stagger in his stance, then you'll drop on the couch as he gathers himself. However, the situation worsens from here on end. Because? Height difference are so much apparent in public settings.

While it is easy for other couples to take cute selfies by the park, standing up. It is almost impossible for you to be in the same frame as Namjoon is, because he was too tall.

Either you took a picture of his tummy next to your face, or he takes a picture of his face next to the top of your head, with your eyes and forehead nowhere to be seen. It's annoying when you see the pictures he had taken with that huge smile of his and the strand of your hair. One thing about being in a relationship with major height difference, is when you hold hands, to walk together but he ends up walking too fast anyways, even when he didn’t mean to. So you've given up.

There once or twice he’d lost you in the crowd, and having to result to drastic measures to find you. Because no height is too tall for you, you fit in almost any places. Namjoon had made it a rule for you to walk in front of him so it's easier and no one gets lost. What he didn't figure out is that, he'd be so endorsed to keeping you safe, that he doesn't see the tree branches you walked under to be in his exact height and slap him in the face. Smack!

Once or twice, or several times, he gets knocked over by certain ceilings that you walked under unscathed. In underground train station, he has to tip his head to the side going down the escalator because his height is above average and no one cares about him. Your warning comes in a single word: Head, and it is only declared when the ceilings are too low. Your warning often comes too late. Provided his long legs and your comfortable stroll. Even signboard are as tall as he is. Sitting by the bleachers to cater to him is common. You enjoy it sometimes, but when you see the look in his brimming eyes, your smile disappears and cooing begins. He might be a really big man, but to you, he’s just a big baby.

In the outsiders eyes, you two are quite a mismatched couple. And some call you two, adorable. There's nothing adorable having to tiptoe every time you wanted to kiss on the sidewalks. Craning your head back and puckering your lips, knowing fully well that he could just walk away in three long strides to the next block, leave you hanging. Surprise kisses are out of the window. There's no surprise kisses when he is standing. Watching yourself in the full length mirror is a pain because you look like his child. He ruffles your head with ease and his cap covers half of your face. There's nothing you can share with him, at least physically. All his clothes are yours, yes. But all your clothes, are his handkerchiefs. Literally.

Things gets worse when you both are fighting. For a couple who can only be eye-to-eye when seated or lying down, heated arguments are not welcomed.

It's easy for him to ignore you, he'll act as if you aren't there. Your height makes it impossible for him to keep a straight face. The weight of the discussion is dismissed almost every time. He'll just have to avert his eyes elsewhere when you're talking about something important to you. And it calls for drastic measures from your side. That include standing on the edge of the bed, or dragging the dining chair to where he is to get to his eye level. His jaws would twitch and his lips tug into a smile, and then your hell breaks loose.

It frustrates you to the point that you would stomp the floor, balling fists on your sides. And that leaves Namjoon no choice but to manhandle you out of arguments, against your will of course. If things took turn for the worst, like when you're sulking, or giving him the cold shoulder, he tightens all the jar overnight so you can't open them the next morning. All your mugs and cereals are magically placed on the top shelf. But you're a tough cookie, so climbing over kitchen top is your forte.

Still think it's cute? Not when you’re aging.

As a counter attack, you hide his charger in the smallest space you could find in your house and unplug his computer knowing he can't fit in the small desk without knocking everything down. It doesn't end there. You put pillow forts between him and you when you watch TV sitting on the couch, in the living room. All he have to do is swat his hand over the fragile fort to get you jumping over him and choking him. He stands up and drape his limb over your entire body, smothering you with kisses, holding you in place while you watch the program, defeated, confined in his body prison unable to do anything. Fighting over the last jelly is fruitless. Namjoon would just put them above your head and you're left hopping in place. A punch on his stomach will make him cower. It usually work, even for a kiss. The lines between pleasure and pain are a blur.

You can never reach the train handle, to fix that, Namjoon holds the train handle for you, and place your hand on his biceps. Or you could wrap your arm around his waist. His stroll at the park feels like a jog to you. To make things easier, he carries you on his back. Or get a tandem bicycle, the bicycle with two seats. He'll cycle, you'll just have to place your feet on the pedal without doing anything but eat ice cream. A lot of time the seat needed to be adjusted so you could climb on and off, with ease.

Taking pictures in standing booth is definitely a challenge. You'll get upset at the view of the screen where only half of your face is showing, so he bends his knees and carry you a bit. Your legs on each of his sides facing him, the camera captures you cupping his face as he gaze up to you with his dimple showing. You share lip lock in the fun moments and the photos printed out the sequences is almost always satisfying. Sitting on the bookstores floor, leaning your head on his as he reads to you something from Hamlet's screenplay. Turning the pages, and your head moves together, blurting out the sentence on the same page. Falling asleep on the two seats at the back of the bus, your head linking on each other.

He makes it easier. But both of you are homebodies for all the good reasons. Where you could be you, and he could be him.

Where reading books, laying your stomach over his thigh is your version of a date, too endorsed in the words to notice how uncomfortable the position is. Where working out together means you sitting on his back, counting him down with every push up and repeating certain numbers to get on his nerves. Where dancing in his t shirt and your hair down while he fake sings pretending a remote is a microphone is your kind of fun, with music blasting in the background. Prancing around, wiggling butts, making your own concert at home is your favorite past times. Napping in different positions, with the opal curtains down. Watching movies with you sitting between his legs, leaning your back on his hard chest. He passes a few kisses atop of your hair, answering your questions about the movie with muffled yeses. Feeding him cheeseballs; one for you, one for him. Him falling asleep midway through the movie, and watching him instead, until you yourself lay your head on his chest, your face in the crook of his neck and drifted as well.

It seems like the only time you can be a real couple is when one person is lying down, or at home. In the pool. Like your little secret universe. A best kept secret.

Pushing him into the pool. The first time he went to the pool with you when you started dating, he made sure the world knew he couldn’t swim when you bolted at him to fall in the pool, wailing, screaming his head off, literally crying. He only stopped when you told him to stand straight because the pool’s height was less than six feet. You checked. He was so embarrassed, he couldn’t look at you in the eye. While you float on your back in a relaxed manner. Then he got really comfortable. So comfortable with you.

Pushing you after you pushed him in the water, before joining you. Kissing underwater. Lots of kissing underwater.

Floating on the surface of the water in floats while he directs by guiding your float. Never able to sit on the float together because he is too heavy. So he takes out a larger one with a smug smile. Basking under the sun with colored sunglasses, on the floats. Him lifting you up by the waist so you could seat on the brims and hand him his drink while his face crumpled in disgust at the taste which was actually red ginseng that you put inside instead of the strawberry cordial he was asking for. Your pranks are endless. But hey, it was for his health. And stamina. He is going to need that, having a lover as small as you.

But one thing rings true: Slow-dancing is not romantic when you come at the eye level of his titties.

However it is cute when your chin touches his chest to look up at him, and he reaches down with his protruding lips before he even get there. House chores are always fun together. He takes on the outdoors, sweeping away the dried leaves and hosing down the entire balcony with water. You are vacuuming indoors, separated by only a sliding glass door. Mid way handling those tasks, Namjoon would bother you by knocking on the glass door to gain your attention. He waits for you to come near and place his large palm flat on the glass, for you to place yours. He gets contented by this. And you don’t mind playing along. It’s a form of intimacy. That most people out there don’t understand. Or care to understand. The smile he has on, right after, is always so rewarding.

Intimacy is expensive. It is priceless. It is when he thumbs your lips and pinches your chin so he could kiss you. It is when he trace his index finger on the outline of your face when you're sleeping. It is when he stares into your fluttering shut eyes, love in his heart--something he had trouble comprehending in the past. It is when he lays on his stomach, wondering what you're dreaming of and secretly hoping that it's him.

Motioning closer with his elbows digging the mattress, he presses his lips on the tip of your eyebrows and letting them linger, he prays that you know how much you meant to him. There’s so much meaning, silence could carry. And they are not always bad when you’re together. He could speak endlessly about his theories, his political views, what he thought about the galaxy, but when it comes to you, there are so little words. When words couldn’t compensate his emotions, actions takes place. More holding, more touching, more kissing. More. It baffles him how the feeling is like faith. Love, the only thing in the world science couldn’t explain. It just...exist.

He lived a life without you, and as the days goes by, he often wonder how he managed to go through that phase alone. After that glimmering, goosebump worthy moment of the first kiss you shared, Namjoon never want to go a day without it even if you’re fighting, and not speaking to each other. The little breath you took as if you’ve been waiting for him, the relief felt like the weight lift off his chest.

Kissing, touching, holding you becomes his favorite hobby.

So in love, to even realize the shortcomings you have. In the past, you begged him to leave you because you have brought so much difficulties in his life, your stern self loathe didn't scare him one bit. A full blown argument about this arises so many times than he care to count. Cornered with your own negative thoughts, hounded by the things you don't have rather than what you have. Shuddering in your sentences, and once it gets too much, he throws you over his shoulder and shut the bedroom door behind him. To simply talk. To simply sit you down in the middle of the bed while he knelt at the bed listening to you. Tears would spill mid sentence, the fragile strength is gone at the sight of Namjoon soft gaze. He thumbs your tears away, squeezing your cheeks between his hands till your lips look like a puffer fish, pulling you into a kiss. Action speaks louder than words.

Before parting to do his project, Namjoon always resorts to a sudden roll a few nights before. That involves bothering you while you work, read or in the midst of watching drama, telling you to hurry up because he is impatient and needed you there and then, in breathy voices and sloppily placed kisses. He becomes straightforward with what he wants and the reason behind that hurried lip lock is because he needed to be away in his studio, soon. That was the only way that works which guarantees that he won't be having you sulking because he got too busy. And it always gets super spicier when it has been awhile. Hungrier, wilder, sweatier.

Suddenly, height isn't such a major problem. Not when satisfaction is met. Must be your voice, or your touches, or the way you look at him; it has to be something unrelated to physical proportions because he swore on his ancestors graves that he has everything he needs in you.

In the morning when the parting comes, he made sure to whisper in your ear when he leaves. Peppering kisses down your cheek, jaws, neck and shoulder, then trailing down your arms in a hurry, promising that he won't be long as you moan tiredly in return. He says he'll call, he'll text. With the guarantee that you'll be at the receiving end because there's nothing he hates more than to be away from you and not hearing from you, as frequently as he needed to. It's not an exaggeration to say that his sanity depends on it.

One of his favorite thing to do when you're away, is to remember how he could feel your quickening pulse when his lips pressed on the skin next to your windpipe. It happens to be one of your sweet spot, as lucky as he was to find out about that. It becomes an indicator to you that he wants some time together when he kisses that area. In desperate, pressing moments, he'll add a swipe of his tongue, nibble and bite on them. Guaranteed to send you to an overdrive. He likes the thought of it and frequently imagines it when he can't be with you, due to work. It sends tingles down his spine, flutters on his lips and his brain spinning in a euphoric high that he will claim the moment he sets foot on the doorstep.

That emotional bond is so much stronger than the longest legs of the most gorgeous models on the runway he used to fantasize about. That spiritual linkage is the thing that lingers when you're not around, that keeps him wanting more. When you're not within his grasp, he gets uncomfortable and unspeakably lonely beyond words. That explains why he rushes his work so he could go home to you. To lean his back on the headboard, linking foreheads. To talk about his vulnerability without judgement in your eyes. To share a kiss that begins with a simple caress on one side of the face, to savor the taste of his lips with closed eyes and a small smile that grows long after the kiss ended for him to see just how much power you gave him.

He didn't come home to a girl his own height, didn't come home for a comfortable hug and shoulder-to-shoulder nudge; he comes home to the devotion he couldn't find anywhere else, to the small petite girl he'd give the world to, perhaps even the galaxy--if he could get his hands on them. All the songs are about you. Every words, every wild night, every touch and every tantalizing moment, are for you.

Crumpled sheets, lanky legs and bruised foreheads. Strained neck, shoulders and swollen Achilles tendons. Tummy selfies, and eyes peeping at the corner of the picture frames. Standing on chairs, and tightening jars. Cheek kisses, hand holding, gazing into each others eyes. Perhaps the only way to counter attack a major height difference, is to have major crush on each other. Constantly. Without fail.

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