#haven’t seen him since he went off to fashion school

[bbygirlpascal]

Just Being Neighborly (Joel Miller (played by Pedro Pascal) x Fem Reader)

18+ NSFW: Please don't interact with my account/posts if you are under 18.

Note: I'm picturing Pedro's Joel Miller (obvi).

Summary: Newly moved into the neighborhood, you and your neighbor from across the street, Joel, become...friendly. :)

Saturday’s were your favorite day of the week. Getting to sit out on your porch and watch the birds and bugs fly by in the warm air, pure bliss. You sat there almost in a daze, enjoying the quiet of the neighborhood and sipping on your cocktail. The familiar sound of Joel’s truck coming down the street grabbed your attention.

Ever since you moved in a couple months ago, you and Joel are either outside at the same time, or you both end up running into each other somehow. He pulled into his driveway giving you a wave out of the truck window as he turned in. You could see Sarah in the back with her headphones in, in her own little world and you smiled to yourself.

“Hi neighbor,” Joel said with a smile and walked his way over to your porch, resting his arms on the top of the railing in front of you. “What have you been up to? I haven’t seen you in a bit.”

“Oh you know, just working. Keeping the dog busy and keeping myself busy, or at least trying to,” you said with a smile. “How’s Sarah?” you asked him, glancing over at her walking into the house across the street.

“She’s doing good, been working really hard at school,” he said and smiled, “Do you need someone up here to keep you company? I've got nothing going on today.”

You were taken aback, but squealing on the inside. “Of course, I’d love some company. Come on in, I’ll fix you something to drink.”

You padded into the house, and Joel came in behind you. “I’m drinking an old fashioned, you want one?” he looked up at you and a hint of surprise was across his face.

“A girl after my own heart. Yes, please,” he said, “You know, if you need any help in the house here, let me know. I can help you out with whatever you need.”

“I appreciate that, you work in construction right?”

“Mhm, been working in construction for as long as I’ve been able to work.”

“Admirable, I feel like I jump around from job to job all the time.” you said as you poured the ingredients into his glass, “Always looking for something new and exciting I guess,” you huffed and turned around towards him with his drink in hand. “For you, Mr. Miller,” you said with a smile.

He brought the glass up to his mouth and took a sip, “Exceptional, thank you darlin’,” he said and you felt your tummy flutter.

You both made your way out to the porch and sat down. You both chatted for a long time and Sarah eventually came over to let Joel know her friends would be there soon to pick her up for a sleepover. They came and she went. It started to get dark, and the conversation subdued a little, and a comfortable silence fell upon the porch. You were both drinking and you could feel it.

“I want to thank you for coming over here tonight, it’s been really nice talking with you,” you told him, looking down at your glass and up at his face.

“Don’t have to thank me, I’ve been crushin’ on you since the day you moved in,” he said.

“Oh have you? I haven’t quite gotten the memo,” you laughed and looked at him, his eyes softened.

“Ahh, you know, I’m a man of few words and didn’t want to scare you off. Y’know having a daughter and all.”

“That would never put me off, and anyone who would dismiss you because of that are missing out. Plus Sarah is great, you did good with her.”

He looked up at you with a smile, “How would you feel about me kissing you?” he said.

“I’d love that.”

He leaned into you and your lips locked. He tasted like liquor and smelled like clean laundry and musk. You wrapped your arms around his neck and scooted closer to him, your knees touching his. His hands started to explore your body, snaking around your waist, pulling you in even closer. He traveled his kisses down your neck and to your collarbones. You let out a breath as shivers peppered the skin he was nipping on.

“Let’s go inside,” you took his hand and led him into the house. He sat himself down on the couch and you got on top of him, one leg on either side of him. Open-mouthed kissing, letting the sound of your tongues tangling together filled the room.

You started grinding your hips against him, luckily you were wearing a dress, so your panties were in direct contact with his jeans. He slid one sleeve of your dress off your shoulder, letting it fall and exposing the top of your breast. He slide the rest off and attached his mouth to your nipple. Twirling his tongue around it, and popping it out of his mouth as he lowered your dress on the other side.

You tilted your head back, letting a hum escape your lips. “You like that darlin’,” he said to you, kissing his way back up your chest to your mouth. “You wanna lay down..?” he asked, you got off of him and laid back on the couch.

He lifted your dress up, exposing your panties and your wet pussy. “So pretty, so wet for me,” he said and ran his hand up your clothed slit, making you whimper.

“Please, Joel,” you panted, pushing your hips up toward him. He unbuckled his belt and lowered his pants and boxers. His cock was stiff and his tip was glistening with pre cum.

Pushing your panties aside, he rubbed his tip into your folds before slowly entering. You both let out a huff of air, enjoying the pleasure of each other. He continued slowly thrusting in and out of your sex, you could feel every inch of him stretching you out.

“You’re so tight baby, fuck,” he said breathlessly as he picked up the roll of his hips. The sound of skin on skin the only thing in your head. He grabbed your leg and lifted it up to rest on his shoulder, making his cock go as deep as possible. You had to grab onto the couch cushions as the pleasurable pain was almost too much for you to handle.

“I’m gonna cum Joel,” you said between breaths.

“Yeah, cum on my cock baby,” he said as you let out, he kept thrusting into you full force, making you scream. “Now let me see your pretty mouth around my cock.”

You got up, legs shaky and took him into your mouth. Gagging and sputtering as he held your hair and thrust his cock into your mouth. You could feel his cock twitch as his cum covered your tongue, you swallowed and got back up onto the couch. Still drunk, you looked over to him and he planted a kiss to your forehead.

“So, how about a date next week?” he asked.

[ugh-yoongi]

Congratulations on the milestone! Can I request for a rival teachers drabble with Seokjin? I live for his chaotic energy and I can’t think of a better author to bring it to life than you. Thank you!

ah, thank you so much for this request! my only chaptered fic for my old fandom was a teachers au, so it was really fun to get back into that old headspace.

sorry this (& the rest of the requests i still have in my inbox) took me so long. i hope you enjoy it anyway. <3

also, big shoutout to @effortandmore for helping me with my korean honorifics. they still might be wrong but i tried my best. :')

musical chairs

pairing: seokjin x reader (no pronouns used) genre: rival teachers au; crack/humor warnings: for once, absolutely nothing! just a general warning to activate your suspension of disbelief regarding how any of this works. i was neither a drama nor band kid in high school and i didn't want to ask my husband. unedited. rating: e for everyone wordcount: 1.3k

The first time everything went wrong, you’d chalked it up to an accident.

Kids are kids: stubborn and accident-prone on the best of days, but nearly impossible on their worst. That’s okay—you wouldn’t be a teacher if you didn’t have some degree of patience and desire to make the youth of the future the best possible versions of themselves. So you can excuse their bad moods, the kids who only take your class to get out of doing something worse, all the new slang that pops up once a week to make you feel like the oldest person alive. You can excuse their lack of attention, noses buried in their phones, texting this month’s crush. You can excuse the requests to perform “something cool for once.”

You can excuse a lot of things.

What you can’t excuse is good, old-fashioned sabotage.

Not that your kids would sabotage you. They wouldn’t. They might be hormone-addled teenagers who are stubborn at best and impossible at worst, but they aren’t cruel. They wouldn’t take what you’ve worked so hard at for the last few months and burn it all to the ground just for a laugh.

But you know who would.

Usually you’d stomp down the hallway and barge into his office and demand answers. Knock everything off his desk one by one like a mischievous cat. Come up with some kind of revenge, because you and Seokjin have prolonged this rivalry long past its expiration date because it had always been childish and harmless before. Dare you say it used to be fun. Clearly the rules have changed.

Now, there’s no time.

Now, there’s twenty minutes until opening night of the musical you’ve spilled sweat, blood, and tears working on since the beginning of the year, and all your sheet music has disappeared and been replaced with children’s nursery rhymes. Not even the same nursery rhyme, either: each booklet has something different.

Seokjin, of course, is nowhere to be found. His drama kids squeak in fear when you tear through the dressing rooms looking for him, stumbling over apologies and explanations that they haven’t seen him all evening, don’t know where he is. Kim Taehyung, second in command, has been in and out, but they haven’t seen much of him, either.

So you have two options: waste all your time looking for Seokjin, who will probably laugh and deny any and all responsibility and refuse to help you anyway, or finally put this feud to bed and prove once and for all why you’re the best band director this high school has ever seen.

“Listen up,” you say, barging into the room where all your kids have congregated. “This is usually the part where I’d give you all an inspirational speech, tell you that everything’s going to be fine and to take deep breaths.” You spare a glance around the room. Wide, panicked eyes stare back at you, and—yeah, you’re gonna need to give that speech after this. “And I will,” you amend, which does nothing to alleviate the fear, “but, uh. Something unfortunate has transpired.”

The room immediately descends into chaos. Through the chatter, you can make out bits and pieces—

Oh my god, do you think the musical’s canceled?

No, can’t be, I heard the auditorium burned down.

What? But we’re in it.

Oh, yeah.

—and you grab the first thing you can find and slap it against the wall. “No, the auditorium didn’t burn down.”

“But—”

“It’s something far worse.” You accidentally pause for dramatic effect. Suck in a deep breath, as though you’re about to deliver the most devastating eulogy known to man. (You might be, you think. Losing all your sheet music and depending on the dedication and preparation of dozens of high school band kids might truly be the death knell of all your hard work.) “All of our sheet music has gone missing.”

No one reacts, which… was not what you were expecting, to be honest.

Instead, all the kids stare back at you, fear having morphed into confusion. “We have our sheet music,” someone says, hidden behind a massive tuba.

“No, no, I collected it from you yesterday, remember? So none of you would forget it at home or lose it.”

“Kyungmin made us copies,” comes a voice from the second row. There’s some rustling in their bookbag, and then a clearly homemade booklet appears in the air, PRACTICE THIS OR ELSE written large and bold across the front.

You swear you hear a choir sing, and it’s not the one practicing in the next room. The skies part, the booklet backlit by holy, golden light, and it’s like an angel has descended from the heavens above to hand-deliver this precious gift.

You have never been more thankful for overachievers.

“Holy shit,” you swear. Cover it fruitlessly with a cough. The kids won’t let you live it down, but it’s a small price to pay for how severely they’ve just saved your ass. “Pretend I didn’t say that. You’re all the best kids in the entire world. No more homework or practicing for the rest of the year. I’ll bring in candy on Monday. Is it inspirational speech time?”

Tuba kid pipes up again. “What happened to our original sheet music?”

“I don’t know—”

“I heard Kim seongnim paid one of the drama kids five-thousand won to steal it all.”

You clear your throat. “I don’t think it’s appropriate to spec—”

“No way, Hyungseo would’ve told me.”

“No she wouldn’t, she told me she’s been mad at you ever since you refused to stream for that new girl group she likes.”

“I’m busy—”

“Well I heard,” Kyungmin interjects, and you damn near collapse to the floor. Your bright overachiever, participating in gossip? This is far worse than you thought. “Kim seongnim wanted this year’s musical to be the Spongebob musical and seonsaengnim wouldn’t allow it—”

“It wouldn’t have translated correctly—”

“Yeah, Hajoon really wanted to be Patrick. He was really upset seonsaengnim said no—”

“It would’ve lost all meaning! And stop gossiping!”

“You’re all wrong. Haewon said…”

It’s five minutes to showtime, and Kim Seokjin has two problems.

One, he has no idea what to do with two dozen booklets of sheet music. Namjoon would kill him for sending them through the shredder and wasting so much paper because he can’t let go of a feud, so they’re just sitting in an incriminating stack in the corner of his office.

Two, his pride has been irreparably damaged. He’s been outwitted and outplayed by your gaggle of band kids, and it’s sitting all wrong in his gut. He’s never been outwitted before. Especially not by a bunch of teenagers. Everything feels bad and queasy, like that time he ate questionable convenience store kimbap after you’d superglued his wallet to the ceiling and maintenance couldn’t get around to sawing a hole in the paneling until after lunch.

Oh well. Not much he can do about it now. It’s showtime, and he has to prove once again why he’s the best theater director this high school has ever seen.

Except—

The lights dim. The curtain opens. There stands his lead actor, who he knows has worked tirelessly over the course of the school year to make sure it’s his best performance yet, and he looks confident. Prepared. Competent. There’s a barely-there smile on his face that tells Seokjin he’s going to kill it and he couldn’t be more proud. He’s proud of all of his kids.

Seokjin has a third problem.

Because his lead actor opens his mouth to launch into the opening number and it all sounds wrong. Tinny and artificial. Someone switched all the mics to autotune, and Seokjin’s face goes fifty shades of red as he watches the entire orchestra swallow their laughter; watches Taehyung scrambling in the background to turn it off.

Touché, he thinks.

There’s always next year.

[preciadosbass]

30/7/24 [draft from yesterday, again]

woke up at 9 and didn’t end up going back to sleep because my parents kept on talking about how i couldn’t as my provision/keyworker’s coming round. i know i usually get sleep, even if it’s in small amounts, but i never feel like i do. i scrolled through a few pictures of patrick stump until i had breakfast. i honestly felt so exhausted today following how my sleep and eating is at the moment.

my provision [person i have to see instead of going to school] came round almost immediately after i got up so i got dressed listening to escape the fate and then i obviously have to see her. i was about to say good morning to boris on the driveway when she pulled up so i ran off into the living room and waited for her to come in. i think she could tell that i was not having it today so we just awkwardly played uno for an hour. it’s hard to explain stuff like this without sounding ungrateful, i know it’s better than being at school, AND i know it makes me sound stupid, but i’m so scared of her. i really don’t like having to see her.

after she left i went outside and cuddled boris. he was literally the most affectionate id ever seen him in the four years we’ve had him. he usually just goes back and forth and brushes his head on me but today he wouldn’t leave me alone [in the best way.] i took a few videos of him rolling around on the floor and being playful because he’s just too cute. after being out with him for around 35 minutes i went back inside and finished watching tv from yesterday.

my dad came into my room at some point with something behind his back and i assumed it was some weird ass bug because he does tend to hand me stuff like that a lot. i didn’t believe that whatever it was wasn’t alive so i looked away and he put it behind my pillow and walked out. turned out it was a FALL OUT BOY CD!!! he got a deal on ebay and thought he might aswell get me something he knew i like. i love him so much.

after talking to my dad about fall out boy i went back to my room and carried on watching tv. while doing so i made another collage [shown at the end]. i’m not entirely happy with it but i knew it’d be a little iffy as i don’t have anything too interesting to stick into my book. i also didn’t have enough receipts/stickers [etc] to finish it anyways, but at least i liked making it.

i watched tv up until 4 when started collecting pictures of chris drew and other people like that to print out sometime, and then at some point i went upstairs to play roblox with my sister as we haven’t had one to one time in ages — or time together whatsoever for that matter. we played pierce the veil obby, natural disaster and fashion famous. it was really nostalgic playing roblox again.

my phone battery got low so i went back downstairs to the driveway and cuddled boris for like 30/40 minutes. mum came back from shopping so i had a couple grapes and watched a few videos on roller coaster crashes. after that i went on a walk with my mum to this abandoned well i haven’t been to since like 2018. [couple of pics also at end, the rest are at my insta @//iloveechicheng]

when i got home i looked for boris at his favourite spot [perched under my dads car] and when he wasn’t there i momentarily freaked out and as i looked up i noticed him on the windowsill looking out at me from the kitchen?? he’s literally never sat on a windowsill, at least not to my knowledge.. it was so cute OMGG

at this point it was about 9:30 so i stayed awake for as long as i could until i had a 20 minute nap and then went up to my parents to ask them questions about boris because they were still awake [1am i think]. we didn’t argue as we were all just so tired. afterwards i went downstairs intending to have another 20 minute nap but i woke up at 2 so i rushed to say goodnight to boris before i fell asleep again.

* ignore how weird the collage looks, i had to blur out most of the stuff on the receipts

have a good day/night -_<

[cap-tveit-ed]

A Sweet Macaroon

Topher x Reader

Trigger warning: Abuse reference

You haven’t been happy since your high school sweetheart, Chris, came home after his sophomore year of college and announced he was dropping out to travel coast to coast and find himself. You loved him deeply, and he broke your heart. Devastated, you married the first guy who asked. Now, it’s 10 years on, and you’re stuck in a childless and loveless marriage. Your husband hit you before, but he’s always controlled himself enough not to smack your face. That changed last night, and you leaned into the bathroom mirror applying makeup to conceal the damage.

“You can’t go to the restaurant like that. People will think I’m a monster,” Earl said.

“I’m putting on coverup. It will be fine. Besides, we need the money,” you countered with the one argument you knew would work.

“Okay, but I’m taking you to see how people react. You can stay if no one says anything,” he said.

This was not what you wanted. You wanted to pack a big backpack, but if Earl was driving, you could only pack a small tote. There was enough money stashed in your locker to buy a bus ticket. Whatever tips you could earn during this shift would be your spending money until you found a new job.

“What’s that bag for?” Earl asked.

You lied, “I always bring an extra outfit in case I spill something on myself.”

He said he never noticed before but was more focused on reminding you it was his bowling night, and he couldn’t pick you up. You were grateful. You took inventory: two t-shirts, a denim skirt, a nightgown, 2 pairs of panties, flip flops, and a few toiletries. You had rolled everything tightly to fit in your tote. You prayed you didn’t forget anything essential.

Fortunately, customers were generous with their tips. You went straight to the bus station after work. The bus drove through the night, but you were too anxious to sleep. You only had one relative who lived outside your town, your cousin Alex in Schmicago. You would see if she could help you get a fresh start.

It was sunny when you arrived in the city. You brushed your teeth and splashed icy water on your face in the bus terminal restroom. It washed off the last of your makeup, but oversized sunglasses were the fashion, and you slipped on yours. It took an hour to find where Alex lived. You double checked the address because it was a junkyard. There was an odd little man in the center, kneading dough on a table. He had a sweet face and long dark hair. He wore a newsboy cap.

“Hello, friend! I’m Michael. Welcome to the tribe.”

You introduced yourself, deciding it would be safer to use your middle name. You explained you were looking for your cousin. Michael told you that you were in the right place, but Alex was off doing odd jobs. He offered you food and took you to her tent. He kindly suggested you take a nap. You slept for three hours.

After spending the afternoon with Alex, she took you to meet her tribal leader. As you entered the large tent, you were shocked to see a ménage-a-trois on the bed. You’d never even seen a dirty movie, and here it was live before your eyes. Alex didn’t even react as the two women were taking turns sucking the man. Another man sat on a cushion checking things off on a clipboard, as if he didn’t see what was happening two feet away from him.

Your eyes should’ve been glued to the action, but instead, you stared at this man. From the angle you were standing, you couldn’t quite see his face, but he had a glorious head of curly hair, and the vest he wore emphasized the definition in his arms. As he wrote, you thought his forearms may be the sexiest thing you’d ever seen, even though there were people having sex right in front of you. He turned to greet the two of you.

You scanned this super-hot guy from his bell bottoms to his face, and your heart jumped into your throat, as you said just under your breath, “Chris-.”

“Topher, this is my cousin y/m/n,” Alex told him.

“Nice to meet you, y/m/n. I’m Topher,” he said, reaching out with one hand while placing his other over his heart. “I’m getting a vibe we know each other.”

You shrugged. Your hair color was different than when you last saw him. Your curves had developed a bit more. You hope the sunglasses hid your face enough to function as a disguise. You’ve dreamt of seeing Christopher again but not like this.

But he reached to remove your glasses and said with surprise, “Y/N?!”

He motioned for the two of you to exit the tent, and he followed. It was evening but still light enough he could see your black eye and the large bruise on your upper arm. He slipped his finger under your chin and turned your head to examine the damage.

“Y/n, who did this to you?” Topher demanded.

Alex replied, “Her no-good husband, Earl. That’s who.”

“Hunterson,” you added.

“You married Earl Hunterson,” he said incredulously.

Afraid you would cry if you answered, you merely nodded, but his hand stayed holding your chin.

Alex asked, “You guys know each other?”

Topher answered yes but provided no other information.

So, you added, “We went to high school together.” (Instead of “We went together in high school.”)

Alex explained to Topher that you needed a place to stay until you worked out your next steps, but unfortunately, she was already sharing her small tent with Marissa and asked for his help in pairing you up with someone else.

“Not a problem. Y/n can bunk with me,” he said.

You and Alex both exclaimed, “What?!!!”

“It’s perfect. She’ll be safe with me. I’m the only one sleeping here,” he said, and pulling the tent flap open, he yelled in, “You guys wrap it up.”

Alex laughed so hard she snorted, and it reminded you of when you were kids.

“I think they might think you mean something else,” she giggled.

Getting the condom reference, you and Topher started laughing, too. The three of you were still snickering when the other three exited. Alex skated off, and you went into the tent with Topher.

“Well, well, well,” he said, but after looking into your eyes with his gorgeous baby blues, he went a different direction with the conversation. “Are you hungry, Y/n?”

“No, thank you. Alex and I ate at the Kander Cafe. I applied for a waitressing job there.”

“Ah, the Absinthe Café, huh? Absinthe makes the heart grow fonder,” he said. “Ooh, I should write that down.”

“Since I can sleep here, I’m assuming you don’t have a wife or girlfriend,” you said.

“My manifesto is to foster love wherever it grows. As such, I no longer believe in the confines of a traditional relationship,” Topher said removing his vest and tank top.

Then, turning his back to you he removed his jeans. As he bent over, he revealed a perfect juicy peach ass, and you just wanted to take a bite.

“I guess you no longer believe in the confines of underwear either,” you giggled.

“Oh, sorry,” he chuckled. “I thought you might not be as comfortable with nudity as we are. So, I was slipping on these gym shorts. I didn’t think about being nude while changing.”   

“You should be comfortable in your own abode.”

“Sit,” he said motioning to the bed. “It’s time for you to unburden yourself.”

“Pardon,” you asked.

“Let it out. Verbally let go of the weight you’re carrying,” he said and crawled on to the mattress behind you.

You were startled and asked, "What are you doing?”

“I’m going to physically help ease the tension while you emote,” he said.

As his fingers kneaded your neck, you let out the breath you had been holding for the last 48 hours. You knew he wanted you to talk, but you only purred.

“Y/n.”

You managed a breathy, “Yes.”

“Take off your top so I can get to these knots in your upper back."

In a trance, you did as he said.

“I haven’t seen one of these in a while,” he said.

“A knot,” you questioned.

“No, a bra,” he answered.

As his fingers worked their magic, you moaned in gratification.

“Y/n, your sounds are making things…um…hard on me.”

“I can’t help it. I'm so turned on right now,” you answered.

“Then let’s get naked,” he whispered in your ear.

You nodded in agreement, and he smoothly unhooked your bra and slid it forward, cupping your breasts with both his hands, causing your nipples to pebble and heat to pool between your legs. Topher turned your face toward him and kissed you deeply. You ran your tongue over his pointed canine teeth that you always adored whenever he smiled.

He got off the bed and stood in front of you. You removed his shorts. He was so hard that every vein in his cock was defined. You dropped onto your knees and licked the glistening precum off his tip.

“Don’t tease, Y/n,” he said.

You stared up at him, and desperately wanting to please him, you begged, “Teach me!”

He contemplated and replied, “Just make love to my dick.”

His direction seemed vague, but you knew each other well enough that it was clear to you. You hoped your enthusiasm would make up for your lack of skill. You started by kissing up and down his shaft, while massaging his balls. He groaned. You took him as far into your throat as you could. He held your hair back and wiped your tears with his thumb until he threw his head back in ecstasy. Just as he was on the borderline, he pulled out of your mouth. You whined.

“It’ll be worth the wait,” he said.

He had you stand. He unbuckled your sandals and removed your skirt. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of your panties and slowly pulled them down, trailing kisses on the outside of your legs as he went. After you stepped out of them, he gently pushed you back onto the bed and kissed his way back up on the inside of your legs, pausing to tickle you behind the knees.

“And there it is,” he smiled, remembering that was a particularly sensitive spot for you.

When his tongue ran along your slit, a pleased sound escaped his lips.

He picked up his head and said, “Baby, you are so wet for me. I love it.”

He dove back between your legs and pushed up your hood with his fingers while he sucked on your clit. You cried out. He slipped two fingers inside of you and curved them forward. You writhed on the bed, but just as you were about to climax, he stopped licking. You whimpered.

“It will be worth the wait,” he promised. “Get on your knees.”

He was so hard when he entered you. His cock hit your g-spot. His hands grabbed your breasts, and he held on as he plunged into you. He hummed and rocked his hips to the same rhythm. His hands slid down your body. He used one to balance himself, while the other pressed on your love button.

“Now,” he ordered. “Come all over my cock, Y/n.”

Topher’s touch and dirty words made you explode like never before. You lost your balance. Your head dropped forward onto a pillow. He held your hips tight while he ejaculated into you. Your walls clenched around him, milking every drop. He held still for a moment before pulling out and flopping on to the bed next to you. You stretched out on your belly and turned your face toward him. He ran his finger along your jaw and leaned in for a kiss.

“That was incredible. You are so beautiful. Even more than you are in my memories or my fantasies," he confessed, pushing your hair off of your face.

Topher laid on his back, stretching out both arms, making room for you to snuggle into him. You draped one leg over both of his thighs and ran your fingers through his curly chest hair. He kissed the top of your head. You were sad and blissful at the same time. You knew you couldn't stay at the commune because you would never be able to share this gorgeous man. You also knew it would take at least a week to figure out your next move, and after a decade of misery, you deserved seven more nights of pleasure.

[cocogrrrl]

hello! can i request for a Michael (the tall goth kid) with a reader who has an ethereal aesthetic and appearance i think that would be so cute bc of their different looks and vibes😍😍

grace

hcs and drabbles of michael with an s/o who has an ethereal fashion sense!

michael x gn!reader no cws wc: 849

an: guess the horror movie i referenced in one of the drabbles who ever gets the right answer gets my love /lhj

I’m writing this off of the assumption that an ethereal appearance is grace, silky satin, white pearls, and all that jazz!

Michael isn’t big on PDA, but I feel like whenever he touches you, he does it so gently. He holds you so delicately in his hands like you’re a Faberge egg. Your graceful appearance only furthers this.

You break down the cold exterior he presents. It’s a side that even some of his friends haven’t seen—or at least aren’t used to seeing.

You were cuddled up against Michael’s side. You two were watching some shitty horror movie from the 80s—a common occurrence for the two of you. 80s horror movies weren’t your usual taste, but Michael introduced you to some really good ones like The Thing and Videodrome. The movie you two were watching was some apocalypse horror about some scientist who makes a deadly parasite. Frankly, the only reason you wanted to watch this movie was because Demi Moore debuted in it.  “This is so weird.” You said, face contorting into an expression of disgust as you watched the slug-parasite burst out of someone’s face once more. “Yeah,” he replied, finding your repugnance rather humorous. “This feels really Italian for some reason. Like, I know it’s American, but it feels like nothing there is in its right place.” “Mhm,” you hummed, burying your face in his side to cover the trashy imagery before you. You didn’t wanna watch more, all the gore was too much for you to handle. Michael seemed to pick this up since he gently grazed his fingers over your jaw, causing you to look up to him. He pulled you by the chin ever so delicately and nudged your nose with his to take your mind off of the crude scene before you two even for a moment.

He tries to match outfits with you!

Nothing that’s too on the nose, but something that goes along with what you’re wearing, you know?

He’ll message you in the morning, asking about your outfit of the day, and he’ll check his wardrobe if he has anything to go with it.

Whenever you two match, he loves to show off!!! He’s willing to actually not ditch classes and roam the school during breaks so that others can see that you two are matching. :3

As you were getting ready for school, you heard your phone buzz. michael 🤍 hey what are you gonna wear today? you im not exactly sure yet but i definitely wanna wear the flowy pants i bought last saturday when we went out :D  michael 🤍 alright With that, you shut your phone and continued going through your wardrobe to find the best possible top to go with your pants. An extra layer of pressure was added now that you was going to match outfits with Michael. You didn’t know just what to wear. A few minutes later, your phone rang with a notification again. Michael sent you a photo of himself with his outfit for the day. Attached was an “Is this okay?” to which you promptly replied with an affirmative yes. His outfit now sparked your creativity, and you now had something to base off on now.

He can and will spoil your ass!!!

Expect him to give you the most stunning and thoughtful gift you’ve ever received on a random Tuesday.

Why’d he do that? Nothing. Just felt like it.

“Hey, YN,” Michael called out to you in the hallways as you grabbed a few books in your locker, tapping on your shoulder. You turned to meet the face of the voice. “Hmm? Oh, hello, dear.” You grinned, pushing yourself on your toes to give him a kiss on his cheek. You saw him holding back a blush and a smile to your touch. “What is it?” You continued, asking what he approached you for. It wasn’t usual for him to go up to you like this—at least not before class since he usually got to class either super early or super late. “I wanted to give you this.” He said, handing you an ornately-decorated handbag. Your eyes lit up in excitement. You knew one thing from the gift so far—you were definitely gonna keep the bag. It was too pretty to throw out. “Can I open it?” “Yeah, yeah. Go ahead.” He nodded, resting himself on the locker adjacent to yours. The gift, or rather gifts, stunned you. What was inside was a pearl necklace, a flowery brooch, and a gorgeous poet’s shirt. “Michael… Why’d you get me this?” You said worriedly. You didn’t like the idea of him spending his money on you—especially if the things he got were pricey. “Why shouldn’t I? I was out with my friends yesterday at some antique shop, and I saw that. I knew you’d love it.” He smiled, quietly chuckling at your reaction. “You didn’t have to.” You replied, a pout on your face. “But I wanted to.” He reassured, placing his hands on your arms. “Well, thank you then.” You hummed, burying yourself in the crook of his neck.

[daughter-of-melpomene]

🌟 + Lucy Scrubb!

AHHHH, AN ASK ABOUT MY BELOVED, THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! (And I will also tag @auxiliarydetective, for the funsies. <3)

Lucy was born and raised in London, but she hasn’t been there in years, ever since she started working for the American government; she and her family aren’t exactly on the best of terms, so she’s never seen a reason to.

To elaborate on that: Lucy comes from a very wealthy family who also had very traditional ideas on what a woman’s life should be, and they did not support her seeking higher education or pursuing her passion for archeology at all. Lucy refused to let that stop her and went off on her own, using her own savings to make her way through school and get her own apartment, and she and her family haven’t spoken since.

In a modern AU, I really think Lucy would have watched the older Barbie movies as a child and adored them even into adulthood. Her favorite would likely be either Barbie in a Christmas Carol or Barbie and the Twelve Dancing Princesses.

Despite being a scientist, and how much Indy teases her for it, Lucy actually believes in the supernatural, in ghosts and spirits and the like. She believes that there really are some things in this universe that can’t be logically explained, and she’s surprisingly content in that knowledge.

She taught herself how to shoot a revolver when she was in her twenties, and she’s since become a pretty amazing shot - even Indy has to admit she’s skilled, even if it does lead to him occasionally calling her Annie Oakley.

Lucy has a great appreciation for fashion and believes that one should always dress their best; even when she and Indy go out on expeditions, you’d better believe she is wearing perfectly tailored clothes that are fashionable yet perfect for whatever conditions they’re facing.

My girl is definitely autistic, even if in this era she obviously has no chance of getting diagnosed. Archeology is, obviously, her special interest, and she tends to stim by clicking her tongue when she’s bored or hurriedly clapping her hands whenever she’s excited.

She’s what I like to call a Hermione Granger Ravenclaw - a Ravenclaw, certainly, dedicated to knowledge and the pursuit of it, but also incredibly brave and loyal and willing to do anything for the people she cares about.

Lucy absolutely despises having to be social and make small talk, but she’s trained herself to do it when having to interact with people at government get-togethers or when around other archeologists, and after she and Indy get together, she finds that it’s also a lot easier when he’s by her side.

She basically refuses to call Indy anything but Indiana when they first meet, but as they get closer and after they get together, it becomes reserved for only when she’s pissed at him. Indy absolutely dreads hearing it from Lucy’s lips now, and even worse if she calls him Junior - that’s when he’s really screwed.

send me an oc and i’ll give you ten facts about them!!

[misledyouth222]

Over My Head (Better Off Dead) - Sum 41

I am a really bad friend. Unless someone’s in front of me all the time, my follow through is non-existent.

I met probably my bestest friend that I’ll have ever had in my entire life freshman year of high school. We hit it off right away - she was a friend of a friend, and we very quickly squashed the mutual friend and were basically inseparable. We had almost everything in common (my musical tastes leaned more hardcore and pop punk, hers more radio rock that was popular in the early 00s), shared the same insecurities. We were both introverts who stayed home all weekend and watched Invader Zim together in the phone.

We ended up dating another set of best friends junior year. I had a huge thing for mine for the entire year before, and during the summer started hanging out more and things fell into place. His best friend went to a different school, and they became closer and things fell into place. That summer && the following months were a blast. The four of us did (almost) everything together. My parents with their strict af outlook on parenting, I did miss out on a lot when they would hang out just the three of them, but I was used to it, and always got the recap of the idiot things they did.

While me and my boyfriend broke up by Christmas, she and her boyfriend went strong af. We were all still friends though, I just wasn’t “his girlfriend anymore” (literally nothing else changed, I slept with him constantly for the next two years). We went on our senior beach trip together. The first time I got drunk off margaritas was with them, at her older brothers house who supplied us our supplies.

We graduated, and spent the summer hanging out. I was going one place - she was going another. She and her boyfriend came over the night before I left, and as much of a happy face as I put on, I was so sad to be leaving her behind.

Her mom passed around spring break. I had already planned a trip to go to the other coast with my ***~^stupid ab*s*ve boyfriend who cut me off from all my friends I went to college with~~^***, and knew I couldn’t make it. I was devastated I couldn’t be there for her, but there was no way to cancel this stupid fucking trip without a huge blowout argument, full of threats that I’d be all by myself without him (bc he drove all of my friends off).

Things weren’t the same after that. I didn’t have a car, so that summer was spent in my childhood bedroom, talking to no one bc I had no one left. I didn’t know how to talk to her again without feeling a huge load of guilt on my shoulders, and she didn’t call. We kept up through social media, but never really hung out again.

She got married to her high school sweetheart on their 10th anniversary, in the summer. I hadn’t seen them in so long, and had just finally rid my life of the ^**~~fkface!**~, and was determined to make this friendship work again. I was an adult. I had a car. They didn’t live that far away.

I didn’t talk to her again until our very lame (I cannot believe I even went to this goddamn thing) 10 year high school reunion. She texted me, asking if I was going (of course we still had the same numbers from high school), and I told her I was on the fence but would if she did. We went, it was the lamest thing I’ve ever participated in. They met my now husband, and really liked him. We reminisced about high school, like the time we played strip poker on vacation, and the time her husband gave us a fashion show in some skirt he found lying around the house. We promised to keep in better touch. She went home, I went home.

Out of sight, out of mind.

I haven’t talked to her since, it’s almost been another 10 years. We keep up on social media still - she’s a nurse now, and looks so happy with her nurse friends and they go on fun, adult adventures like baby showers and bridal things. I go on juvenile adventures with my husband and right here friends, and we double-tap each other’s posts.

My best friend in the world is a stranger now. I was convinced that we’d be friends 4eva, be each other’s maids of honor at our weddings, act stupid and do stupid shit together until we were old and gray and senile.

I know that I can reach out, god knows she’s still got the same number from high school (as do I). But I feel an overwhelming feeling of sadness, because I didn’t keep my end of the bargain up. Sure, she didn’t either, but in a way it was my turn to start again, throw the feelers out, reach out more. It was me who said, and I quote, “I fucking miss you, let’s do this more often, not under the guise of a lame ass high school reunion.”

I don’t know if she misses my friendship as much as I do. Probably not, as most normal folks move on with their lives, and I have the said trait I inherited from my mother of constantly thinking over the past, wondering what would have happened if this went this way, or that went that way. I wish this was the only example of my shitty friend-ness, but it’s more of a beginning of a sad road of scorched earth I’ve left behind.

If she texted me tomorrow, I’d be there in a goddamn heartbeat. ❣️

(I had to edit the fuck outta this entry. I did not know my life was so ~*ScAnDaLoUs*~)

[angelofthenight]

“Are We About to Kiss?”

(Vance Hopper x Reader)

Part 2 Part 3

(Reader is g/n but has mostly female friends so this can be read as g/n or fem!)

Summary: (Y/n) uses the weapon of flustering to get out of a violent situation with Vance

Warnings: Swearing, Threats, Slight public humiliation, Vance is kinda tsundere

Word Count: 2.5k

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You walked down the aisles of the Grab N Go with one of your friends by your side. The two of you were going to a sleepover party to celebrate transitioning from freshman to sophomore when school starts again by the end of summer break. The whole place seemed to be pretty busy, considering it was 5pm on a Saturday.

“(Y/n), just pick one already. I don’t want us to be the last people at the party.” Your friend complained over your shoulder as you kept looking between two of your favorite snacks in the aisle. “Dude, relax, it’s cooler to be fashionably late. Plus it’s better to be the last person there rather than the first ‘cause we don’t have to wait for the party to start.” You explained as you finally grabbed one of your options.

Right as you got up from your knees to your feet the door hit the bell alerting everyone that someone had arrived. “Oh my god, look at who just walked in.” Your friend quietly said to you as you felt the air in the room go tense and people go still like if they breathed too loud they’d get attacked. You finally looked over to where everyone was looking to see the infamous Vance Hopper walk over to his beloved pinball machine.

Everyone knew this specific Grab N Go was Vance’s territory yet everyone still seemed to cower away from him. Just like the group of boys, who were always mean and harassed you and others, that were hanging around the game literally scampered away in a fearful sweat.

Vance wasn’t necessarily a bully, more of just an aggressive individual who will attack if provoked. So it was satisfying to see him scare off the ones who purposely brought out people’s misery. It was like seeing a lion among kittens; a jungle cat among house cats.

You went to middle school with him before he was held back twice and he was always very strange around you. He’d consistently sit next to you in the classes you shared and get very defensive if someone took his spot so it was clear he wanted to sit next to you but yet would never talk to you. And everytime you’d talk to him he would be very rude and a little passive aggressive. You still wondered to this day why he always sat next to you. Maybe it was because the seat was closest to the door, maybe it had the best view of the clock, maybe it had the best view of the board, maybe it had the best view of the window. Maybe he liked the scent of the perfume you wore everyday or maybe it was just easiest to cheat off your work. The list was honestly endless.

The Grab N Go slowly returned to its previous atmosphere once Vance got settled into his game. Your friend led the two of you to the line to the cash register to check out your snacks. Your features perked up over remembering something. You touched your friend's shoulder, “I forgot my drink, I’ll be right back.” You said simply before quickly walking over to the very last aisle where the fridges were. The drink you wanted in the size and style you liked was only sold here so you always liked getting it every time you came around.

You quickly rounded the comic rack that was right next to the occupied pinball machine. You glanced over to the boy who you haven’t seen all summer and was completely focused on his game. Your gaze lingered a little longer than you thought since when you turned your head back you had to halt your walking, almost knocking into the short child just standing there staring at the chips across the drinks. You moved around him to pull the clear door open to grab your favorite drink, managing to get the second to last one.

You let the door swing close on its own as you retraced your steps in pursuit of rounding the comic book rack. Your eyes moved back onto Vance’s focused face, that was your first mistake that led to your second mistake: getting distracted. Just when you looked back in front of you another child came running at you from around the comics. You yelped in surprise and threw yourself to the side to avoid letting the kid run right into you as he passed you to reach the other kid.

That was your third and worst mistake. Because when you thrashed yourself out of the way you caused your lower back to smack right into the side of the pinball machine.

Before the sound of loss even came from the game you jumped away from it in utter foreboding fear, eyes blown open in skittish terror. You clutched onto your cold drink, feeling the frozen coldness burn your palm skin to pink. You watched in absolute horror as the tiny metal ball fell through the bottom hole as Vance’s face watched helplessly.

You wondered if you had time to snatch the kid who ran past you and replace yourself from your spot with him, saving yourself while pinning the blame on the one who caused it. You also considered just digging your own grave right there and then. You debated if you should just accept your fate and take the beating like an idiotic champ, get at least a pat on the back for not crying.

Vance began huffing like a bull through his nose and clenched teeth as his fists tightened so hard his knuckles turned white. “Are you fucking-” he turned his furious face to you, eyes that burned with hellfire clapping onto yours, “-kidding me?!”

You were too frozen in fear to speak as you mentally weighed your pathetic options at the last second. You could beg for your life, you could try apologizing, you could try to make a run for it, or start praying to God. You wanted to just drop dead before he could touch you, already knowing you weren’t a fan of hospital food at all.

He lunged toward you like a wildcat and grabbed two fistfulls of your shirt, you dropping your drink in the aggressive process. You hopelessly listened to your drink shatter to glass as Vance wildly pounded your back against the cold fridge door, feeling the frosty fumes chill your exposed skin.

You grasped onto his wrists as you felt the floor suddenly sink away from your feet. Your eyebrows were curving upwards in fear as Vance glared with an enraged snarl. “You fucked with my game you goddamn bitch!” He brought your face closer to growl in close proximity, “I’m gonna crack your fucking skull open, twatty cunt!”

‘Okay, ouch. He didn’t have to add the last part.’ Your mind managed to say through the hot, buzzing feeling that was spiking through your senses. It was strange to have this much of Vance’s attention on you since for all the years you’ve sat next to each other your faces never really faced each other directly for a long amount of time, only fleeting glances and looking over right when the other looked away.

You wondered if you cried, you could make Vance feel bad a little and let you off with a threatening warning. Maybe you could say something like “Hey remember me? You always sat next to me in our classes? Haha, aren’t we good bro?” Your brain was in survival mode and racked for ideas in three seconds until you landed on one. Deescalate the situation by making it unbearingly awkward.

“Are we about to kiss right now?” You asked, putting on a wondering look.

There was a pin drop of silence after your statement, even Vance’s carnivorous expression dropping like a dime and being replaced with a sense of confused shock. He almost looked cutely innocent with that soft look in his eyes from being caught off guard. His lips were parted with a loss of words and his cheeks unmistakably faded into a dusted shade of pastel red. Whether from anger or flusteredness was unclear to you but you hoped it was weakening enough for him to let you go out of awkwardness or second hand embarrassment.

Vance’s eyes darted around your surroundings, looking at anything but you, appearing to not know how to react. You kept your face calm and serious to hopefully make the situation more uncomfortable for him. He bared his clenched teeth as he sounded like he struggled to say anything. He dropped your shirt, letting your feet touch the ground and your body slouch against the wall, and backed away from you with his hands up like if he touched you any longer he would catch something.

“What is wrong with you!?” Vance shouted with his face still flushed which made him look slightly less intimidating. “Of course we weren’t gonna fucking-” He stumbled on his words a bit as he couldn’t seem to even get the word out. “J-Just get out of my sight!” He yelled down at you and then added for extra measure, “Stupid cunt!”

You scattered up to your feet and sped walked away, briefly looking down at your shattered drink with a look of disappointment, and out the Grab N Go doors. All eyes were on your form as you ran off. You slumped your back against the outdoor wall as you caught the breath you didn’t realize you lost. It was only a minute until your friend came out with the snacks in her arms and ran over to you. “Holy shit, dude! I totally thought you were done for! Like, I literally thought he was going to crack open your head!” She exclaimed with a horrified expression.

You grabbed her free hand and placed it right on your heartbeat. “Feel how fast my heart is beating. My whole life flashed before my eyes… I sleep a lot.” You said with a humorous tone and relieved smile. “I still can’t believe you said that! And he was so stunned he actually let you go! Good to know your weirdness scared off the fucking apex predator of Denver. You tamed the beast!” She said as she hooked her arm around yours to start walking towards her car. “His friend teased Vance about it and he kept being like ‘sh-shut up!’ all flustered with the pinkest cheeks!” She laughed loudly.

You smiled small in amusement as you looked over your shoulder to the glass window that captured Vance still by his pinball machine. Once you looked over you caught him looking at you too but quickly whipped his head away as if he wasn’t.

~

The sound of the doorbell silenced the laughter filled conversation with you and everyone else at the sleepover party. You stood up from your spot on the carpeted ground saying, “I think that’s the pizza, I’ll go get it.” You jumped over your friends’ laid down bodies and pillows to reach the coffee table where everyone put in an equal amount of cash to pay for the pizza. You ran up the basement steps while tucking the money in a neat stack.

You reached the front door to unlock it before swinging it open… only to be faced with Vance Hopper. You swore you almost pissed yourself, fearing that he had made up his mind and wanted to finish you off after that little stunt of yours.

“Hey.” Vance said with his arms crossed tightly. Your brows pinched together in sudden puzzlement. “Did you follow me here?” He glared and barked in defense, “Don’t flatter yourself! One of my friends knows your friend's older sister.” You slowly nodded, still wanting to know how that conversation exactly went and how it led to you.

You placed the money on the table beside the door then leaned against the doorframe, folding your hands together. “So why are you here?” You asked. Vance dropped one of his arms to reach into his back pocket, pulling out your favorite drink from the Grab N Go. The last one. He handed it over to your delighted self. “You dropped your other one like a clutz.” He said simply before tucking his arms back away.

You smiled in surprise down at the drink in your hands and flashed a brighter smile back up at him. “Thanks a lot.” He turned his head to the side, “It’s whatever.” You were about to apologize for bumping into his game but he started talking before you could. His head faced you again and he leaned a little closer to you with a glare and his arms still tightly crossed. “Just so you know, we were not gonna kiss back there. I was getting ready to kick your ass and you just… caught me off guard. So if you thought it was because I like you, then you’re fucking wrong. Because I don’t.” He said with defensive aggression over something you didn’t even suspect.

Your eyebrows were slightly raised over how worked up he got about that theory no one even said aloud. He turned on his heels to walk down the steps but turned back around at the middle step, pointing a finger at the drink in your hand. “And I didn’t get you that because I like you! Okay!?” His voice got a little quieter, “It’s because you’ve always been cool and you were just stupid just this once.” You guessed that was his own weird way of forgiving you.

You watched him finish walking down the steps before you said to him, “Hey Vance, one more thing!” He turned to you with a waiting look. You smiled softly. “I miss sitting next to you in class. I hope you get to pass this year.” You said, hoping this makes things cool between you two and maybe even become friends.

Vance’s cheeks turned rosy as he casted his eyes back down. “Me too.” He said in a quieter tone than how he had been talking, letting you wonder which statement he answered with that. He looked back up and pointed another finger at you with furrowed brows. “And if anyone says that I like you just know they’re wrong and stupid! Okay!?” He added randomly but his warm cheeks kind of ruined it.

You smiled in amusement. “Okay.” He turned back around and started walking back to his friend's parked car in the street. “Bye Vance!” You called out. “Cunt!” He yelled back, returning to his more defensive tone.

Your group of friends all suddenly crowded around behind you, watching over your shoulder Vance and his friend drive off. “What was that about?” One of your friends asked with a mixture of confusion and protectiveness.

“You know, I think he admitted he likes me… in his own weird way.” You said with an amused her confused head tilt over what just happened.

[chloe-the-ice-queen]

This Doesn’t Mean We’re Friends - Ch. 2

Hey guys! Another chapter done and posted, I hope y’all enjoy it!! Let me know if you want to be added to the taglist, I probably won’t cap it unless I really need to :)

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Marinette and Chloe rode in the Bourgeois limo from Marinette's bakery to the Grand Paris. Chloe filled her in on what to expect and what to do. "I'll be with you most of the time, so I can tell you who to steer clear of, and who you should try to talk to. I'll try to introduce you to a few people I know would be interested in your designs. You made that dress, right?"

"Yeah, designed and created it from scratch." Chloe eyed Marinette's dress appreciatively. It was tastefully made, the dark blue complementing the girl's dark hair and bluebell eyes. The top was halter-style, with a high neckline and no sleeves. It fit Marinette's form, with rhinestones glittering on her torso. The bottom half of her dress was long and elegant, falling loosely to the floor, the front hem higher than the back, showing off Marinette's silver heels. It wasn't half bad. 

It was actually quite impressive, as most of Marinette's designs were. She had upgraded from her normal pink capris and grey cardigan outfit after Lila had come back to school, transitioning to a more stylish, modern look. But this dress was nothing less than gorgeous on the small girl, but wasn't overly classy and overdone like some dresses she was sure to see throughout the night. It looked nice, but it didn't look like she was showing off, which Chloe could appreciate.

Chloe herself wore a sleek, sleeveless yellow dress that highlighted her fair skin and bright blue eyes. Chloe's hair flowed freely around her shoulders, curled and styled, while Marinette had hers up in an elegant bun, with loose curls framing her face. Together, the two girls contrasted each other, but the stark differences went well together. 

As they pulled up to the front of the hotel, paparazzi and reporters swarmed the red carpet, bombarding the famous partygoers.

"They shouldn't be too interested in us, but just ignore them." Chloe advised Marinette, before opening her door and sliding out of the car. Marinette slipped out behind her, adjusting to the flashing of cameras and the buzz of conversation. She shut the door behind her, and joined Chloe in walking up the front steps.

Just going to the event was sure to bring her some recognition, especially accompanied by Chloe, but she wasn't too worried about being bombarded by paparazzi. Only a few reporters bothered them, and as instructed, Marinette tuned them out.

Once they entered the ballroom, the chatter became more of a dull roar. Chloe greeted a few people mingling just inside the doorway, before they were accosted by a very familiar voice. Adrien, who was dragging a disgruntled Lila along behind him. "Hey guys! It's nice to see you here!" Adrien enthused. 

"I'm sure." Chloe said, unamused. "Now if you don't mind, we need to-"

"I thought that you could introduce us to some of your friends here, Chloe. That way Lila can make some new friends-" Adrien interrupted. Lila suddenly looked interested in their conversation. 

"Well, since we know how many connections Lila has, I'm sure she doesn't need me to introduce her to anyone." Said Chloe. 

"Don't be like that Chl-"

"Chloe!!" Someone near them half shouted, turning the heads of people around them. A boy around their age was walking over to them, waving. "I wasn't sure if you'd come or not. It's been a while." 

"Henri!" Chloe said, looking entirely amused. "I haven't spoken to you since that party in London."

"I doubt either of us will ever be invited to that again." Henri said, making Chloe laugh. Now that he was closer, Marinette studied him. He was very handsome, objectively, of course. The kind of easy beauty that makes you want to laugh or cry. He had dark brown curls, and kind brown eyes that sparkled with amusement. When he glanced at her, she felt her face flush a little. Chloe and the stranger, Henri, traded stories and jokes for a minute, while the other three observed. Adrien seemed to recognize the newcomer, and Lila was waiting for her chance to jump into the conversation.

"Now," his voice was quieter, teasing, but making sure the other three heard him as well. "You should introduce me to your very pretty friend here. I don't believe I've seen her at any of your events before." He smirked at Chloe, who rolled her eyes. 

"This is-"

"Lila, nice to meet you." The green eyed girl said, sticking out her hand, which he ignored, looking at her with annoyance and slight disbelief, if Marinette had to guess.

Chloe seemed taken aback, "This is Marinette, an amazing up-and-coming designer who my mother and Gabriel Agreste have both scouted for their brands." She turned to Marinette, "This is my friend Henri, his parents are both models and his mother is a designer my mother has collaborated with. I'm sure the two of you have quite a lot in common, so why don't we go find a table to chat?"

"Why don't we come with you? You know that I happen to be friends with quite a few designers and models myself, I might be able to give some input." Lila said, while Adrien, who had been looking angry at Chloe, perked up. 

He and his date began to follow the trio, when Chloe said, "Sorry, you two, but my mom reserved a table just for three. And I'm sure Lila can get you guys seats next to someone much more important anyways." She grabbed Marinette and pulled her along with her to a table near the front, Henri following behind them.

"Adrien's gotten worse since last time." The boy remarked as they sat down.

Marinette looked at him disapprovingly, when Chloe responded, "I agree. I thought it was just because of his dad, but his social skills have somehow become even worse since he started going to school."

Marinette looked surprised. Probably because she felt surprised. Didn't Chloe like Adrien? Wasn't he her best friend? Maybe they had a falling out, or maybe Chloe had stopped liking Adrien for the same reason Marinette had. Whatever the case, they could all agree on one thing. 

"That girl is nasty." Henri said. "Do you know her?"

Marinette and Chloe looked at each other. "Unfortunately," Chloe supplied. "She's in our class."

"Ah, my apologies. Anyways, it's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Marinette. If you're as good as Chloe said, I'm sure I'll be seeing you around more."

Marinette smiled as Chloe said, "She is quite talented. She made the dress she's wearing."

The bluenette looked at her shoes under the table. "Ah, an excellent designer then. I'll be sure to mention you to my parents when I get the chance. In the meantime, though, Chloe, I need to be going. I need to talk to a few people before I head out, it was good to see you again." 

The three stood, and Henri turned and hugged Chloe, and then turned to Marinette. She smiled. "It was a pleasure to meet you, Henri."

"The pleasure is mine, I'm sure." Henri said, and took Marinette's hand, kissing the back of her knuckles lightly, his eyes teasing. Marinette laughed, blushing slightly. 

The trio separated, Chloe pulling Marinette off to meet other people.

Through the entire interaction, two pairs of green eyes watched the small group from across the room. One filled with jealousy, one with annoyance and maybe a little sadness too.

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Throughout the night, Chloe introduced Marinette to dozens of people. A few designers, models, artists, business moguls, celebrities, you name it. In return, Marinette stayed with Chloe and endured tedious conversations she had to engage in for her parents' sake. Chloe would never admit it, but having the baker girl there was nice, it made the evening slightly less unbearable. 

For the bluenette, it was great exposure into the fashion world. She got to meet several of her idols and make connections with influential people. People started to hear about her designs, many of them admired the dress she wore that showcased her budding talent.

Style Queen herself was thrilled to see her there. Chloe had let her mother know who she was bringing once Marinette was invited, of course, but Audrey was still happy to see her favorite young designer.

At the end of the evening, Marinette and Chloe rode back to the Dupain-Cheng bakery together. When the limo pulled to a stop, Marinette started to get out, then paused. "Thank you so much for everything Chloe. I know you don't like me much, but tonight was so much fun and I'm so grateful that you introduced me to so many people. And thank you for inviting me to come with you, even if it was just to tick off Lila." Marinette gushed, honestly honored by Chloe's thoughtfulness, even if it was caused by spite.

"Yeah whatever, you're welcome Dupain-Cheng, this doesn't mean we're friends, okay?" Chloe grumbled.

Marinette smiled. "Good night, Chloe." She closed the door before Chloe could respond, and walked into the bakery. 

----

When Marinette went to bed that night, she went to sleep with a happy buzz in her chest, Tikki nestled beside her on the pillow. 

Alrighty then, I guess that’s Chapter 2 done! I hope y’all liked it!! And that should also be the end of these super short chapters, the next one will definitely be a lot longer, and will hopefully be posted sometime tomorrow?? I love you guys, thanks for all your support!

@agentofscifi

[endlessymphony]

It’s You.

pairing - fred weasley x reader

summary - best-friends to lovers <3 fred finally recognizes his feelings for his closest friend. wc - 1.4k

based on some of these - https://oc-interrogation.tumblr.com/post/647240190963908608/friends-to-lovers-prompts-for-when-theyve-finally

a/n - this is cute, but barely has a plot :,) i’m sorry !

Inseparable.

That’s how people would describe you and Fred since the two of you became practically attached at the hip by the age of five. Your parents had gone to school with Molly and Arthur, therefore resulting in your families being quite close- intertwined almost at certain points, hell, your families even vacationed with each other. It was surprising when one was seen without the other, since everyone started to act like you guys were some sort of package deal.

Well, it did seem that way- You guys did everything together and shared a lot of things as well; having a lot of the same classes, the same friends, you were even both on the Quidditch team since Fred didn’t want to go to the try-outs alone, and you guys were even able to understand each other without speaking.

The feelings remained strictly platonic up until sixth year when Fred went home for the winter break. Molly combed through his hair as your family was coming to visit the Weasley’s for dinner and a gift-exchange. She attempted to make small-talk with him, “So Fred, has anyone caught your eye this year?” she hummed, smiling sweetly as he turned to face her. He pursed his lips. “No.” was the easy answer.

“I heard from Y/N’s mum that Y/N is interested in a boy named Cedric,” Molly started, “but you didn’t hear that from me.” His stomach churned, unknown feelings bubbling up into his chest as he felt his heart start to crumble. A small “oh” was the only thing he could muster, turning away to look down at his lap, fiddling with his hands. “He’s handsome, and good at everything. I can see why Y/N would like him.” He tried to contribute to the conversation.

Fred didn’t know why he was taking that information like this, ‘I don’t even like them!’ he practically screamed inside his head.

Molly pulled the comb away and set it down on the dresser, patting his shoulder before smoothing out some of the wrinkles on his shirt. “They’ll be here soon. Come help me set the table, yeah?”

“Yeah.” The feeling in the pit of his stomach was only growing by that point, consuming him.

maybe he did like you after all...

You were sitting in the great-hall, picking at your food as you half-listened to all the chatter around you. You looked up and caught Fred’s gaze, the two of you sharing a small smile. ‘You okay?’ he mouthed and you nodded, ‘not hungry.’ You both went back to what you were doing previously. Dinner eventually came to an end, and you managed to sneak out early. He walked out of the Great Hall with Lee and George, the same sickening feeling returning as he spotted you and Cedric chatting away in the hall; you were giggling over something Cedric said. It made him feel defeated.

You noticed your friends, starting to walk towards them. “I’ll see you in class tomorrow!” you called out to Cedric as you hurried to catch-up with Fred and the others. You began to walk alongside them, looking up at Fred and frowning slightly when you noticed that he had his brows furrowed. “You always do that with your eyebrows when you're sad,” you commented, he looked down at you and released the tension that had unknowingly gathered in his face. You continued, tilting your head slightly. “I hate to see you sad. What’s wrong?”

“Just got a shitty mark on a research paper, no big deal.” he shrugged your question off, forcing himself to smile so that you would stop asking questions. “Do you want a cookie? I managed to snag some.” Fred offered, pulling out the napkin-wrapped sweets from the pocket of his robe. You struggled to hide the smile spreading across your face as you nodded, reaching out to take one from him. “You always know my weaknesses, Weasley.”

He couldn’t help but notice how your eyes always seemed to glimmer when you smiled, and the way your cheeks flushed slightly, and your lips…

“this is why we’re best-friends.” that comment snapped him out of his daze. He nodded, “yeah, best-friends.”

He finished walking you to your dorm, cracking a few jokes along the way just to catch sight of that breath-taking smile a few times more.

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

“Goodnight Fred.”

He ruffled your hair slightly, pulling away to watch the door shut behind you; a small sigh escaping his lips as he turned to walk down the stairs, preparing to spend another night staring at the ceiling- wishing that the pillow next to him was you.

‘How do you tell someone you love them? Especially when it could ruin everything you’ve ever known. There’s safety in the comfort of knowing that at least you’ll always be their best-friend, at the very most. The uncertainty of reciprocated feelings twists your stomach, and could alter everything forever.’

A week had passed since then. Classes were out for the day and Fred was sitting on your bed watching you hold up a million different outfit combinations. “C’mon, I need more than an ‘okay’ or a ‘sure’” you whined, stressing yourself out. “what else are best-friends for if not to be each-others fashion advisors?”

“I never signed up for this.” He rolled onto his back, letting out a small huff, “So, you’re really going out with Diggory?”

You turned away from the mirror to raise an eyebrow, “Do you have a problem with that?”

“Nah.” Fred faked a smile, “Why would I have a problem with him? He’s a golden-boy, there's no one better for you.” ‘other than me.’ he thought, biting his tongue.

You smiled, turning back to pick up the two outfits you were torn between. “Ripped jeans and the green top, or…” you held-on to the ‘or’ as you picked up the other option. “The jean shorts and white graphic tee?” Fred pretended to be deep in thought, tapping at his chin with his index finger. “What shoes?” he asks. “My Converse, probably.” You look down at your socked feet briefly before looking back up at him. “Then go with the shorts, it’s hot, and… why don’t you wear the green top with them? The colour works with your skin.” He smiles for real this time, imagining how nice you would look in the outfit.

“Thanks Freddy, now look away, I’m changing.”

“Oh c’mon, it's not like I haven’t seen you change before.” He teases.

“Shut up, it’s different now. Cover your eyes!” you laugh and toss the white top at his face.

“Fine, fine. Eyes are covered.” Fred grumbles as he puts his hands in front of his eyes, waiting for the ‘all good’ from you to look again.

You hurry to get changed, eventually telling Fred he can look again. He hurriedly uncovered his eyes, a smile growing as he looks you up and down. “What are you looking at?” you shoot, playfully. “You look stupid.” he replies as he maneuvers himself so he’s sitting at the edge of your bed, watching you start to struggle with the clasp of a necklace. Fred shakes his head and stands up, standing behind you and taking the clasp from your hands. “Let me help.” His voice was low and gentle. You smile to yourself, face flushing slightly as you feel his cool hands against your warm skin. He finishes with the necklace and you turn to look in the mirror, Fred looking in it with you.

“You look gorgeous.” he places a hand on your shoulder, eyes softening as he looks at you. “Oh, shut up.” you muse back at him, turning to face him. “No, I seriously mean it.” Fred looks at you, looking genuinely sincere. “You look amazing, breathtaking even.” He pretends to brush a strand of hair from your face, just looking for an excuse to touch you, hand eventually resting against your cheek. “Diggory is really lucky.”

For a second, you forgot about Cedric- the outside world seemed to fall away. It was just you and Fred, like it had always been, but this time something was different. The atmosphere had changed, and he was looking at you in a way that you had never seen before. You felt your stomach flip as you locked gazes, his thumb brushing against your cheekbone. Something took over him.

“Kiss me, Y/N.” he mumbled, leaning down slightly to press his forehead against yours. And you did; It was sweet, and short, definitely not what you would expect from someone like Fred.

“I’ve waited so long to do that.” Fred chuckles, a bit breathless. His heart was going what felt like 300 mph, and his face was feeling red-hot. “No one ever compared to you. I mean, how could anyone compare to you?”

“Forget Diggory.” you said, tone breathy. “Kiss me again.” A smile spread across both of your faces.

Fred had no issue doing exactly what you had asked for.

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[alltooreid]

I Think He Knows

Y/N has a huge crush on Spencer Reid, so huge she embarrasses herself every time she tries to talk to him. She is convinced he is aware to all her pathetic attempts at flirting and just chooses to ignore it, but turns out Spencer may be a little more clueless than she thought.

A/N: Hope yall enjoy this cute fluffy fic! I’ve been having a rough couple of days so writing a fun fluff like this was really comforting :) yes it is inspired by the t swift song, but you don’t need to know the song to read and enjoy! also my requests are open so let me know what you want to see! (also sorry if this is kind of short, but i’ve been super busy and wanted to put something out :)))

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Type: a cute pining fluff fic

Word Count: 2.3K

Content Warnings: mentions of alcohol, otherwise none.

“He got that boyish look that I like in a man I am an architect, I'm drawing up the plans It's like I'm seventeen, nobody understands No one understands”

“He has to know Penelope, I’m not exactly subtle.”

You and Penelope spent the majority of your lunch breaks in her office, discussing anything and everything. Recently however, the point of contention had been a certain young genius. One who you had a huge crush on.

“Spencer Reid may be a genius, and one of the best profilers I have ever seen but he most certainly does not know,” she said, as she drizzled more dressing on her salad.

“He has to, it feels like everyone knows. . . Do you think everyone knows?”

She shrugged, “They might, I know my Chocolate Thunder hasn’t picked up on it yet.”

“You haven’t told him? It’s already been a week since I’ve told you! How did you keep it a secret for so long?”

“You asked me very nicely not to tell anyone! Plus this one seems really important to you. I don’t want to go around telling people and for Reid to hear it in office gossip.”

You smiled, “Well you Penelope Garcia are the best, best friend ever.”

“You know it, now I know you desperately want to repay me for my services, and you can by giving me those exact ranch packets you have in your bag,” she said.

“They’re all yours, now let’s discuss something other than my pathetic schoolgirl crush. Like how stupid Kevin’s sweater was today.”

“Kevin? The other internal affairs technical analyst? Yeah what the heck was he wearing?”

“You know, I’m tired of having to carry the weight of the brains, looks and fashion sense out of the two of us,” you said. “Though, that is a good way to gather attention . . . I wonder if Spencer would actually hold a conversation with me if I wore something as ugly as that.”

She laughed, “You know I think that might send you backwards.”

You stabbed your lettuce, “At this point I’ll try anything.”

Before Penelope could respond, someone interrupted your lunch, your only other friend on the BAU team, Emily Prentiss.

“Oh hi Y/N! How are you!”

“I’m good Emily, what kind of gross things are you here to deliver today?” you and Emily joined the FBI at around the same time, and found comfort in the fact that you were both total try-hards. Emily was going to eat lunch with you and your fast friend Penelope, at least on days when she was in the office for lunch, but you and her both agreed that she should eat lunch with the team so that they can get used to having her around.

“Just some paperwork, no cases yet, knock on wood. Also I just wanted to say hello! What are you guys eating?” she asked, pulling up a chair.

“Some salads from that takeout veggie place PG is always talking about. I told you I was going vegetarian right?” “You did not! That’s great Y/N! We need to talk more, like we used to when we first started here,” she sighed, then perked up, “We should have girls night! Remember how fun it was that night at the bar? With Brad the real FBI agent?”

“Yes! We should! You know, Gideon’s replacement comes tomorrow, we should celebrate!” Garcia said.

“You know, I don’t know if the best way to celebrate a new agent is by drinking without them, but I’m down. We’ll toast our girls night to agent Rossi. Someone ask JJ if she’s busy.”

JJ was not busy, but when you and Emily asked, Morgan overheard.

“So am I not invited to the party?”

“Well it was supposed to be girls night . . . but I think PG would throw a fit if I turned down her 2nd favorite person in this building, so I guess you can come,” you teased. “You should come too Spencer!”

“I don’t know, that’s not really my thing . . “

“Oh come on! I know I would love to see you there,” you then realized that you were embarrassing yourself being so forward. “And I’m sure everyone else would too!”

“Alright, I’ll come, but I’m not drinking.” he said firmly. 

Before you could respond, Penelope magically appeared. “Good, you can be completely sober when Y/N gets wasted and embarrasses herself,” she said.

“PENELOPE! I’m not the light weight here! you’ll see Spencer, she’s actually awful. Two shots in and she’ll be on the floor,” this was apparently the wrong thing to say, because Spencer grimaced. “But it’ll be so much fun! You have to be there! You already said yes!”

“I just don’t know if seeing all of my coworkers get drunk while I watch is my idea of a fun evening. . .”

“Trust me! I’ll even stay sober with you, so we can judge them together. It’ll be a blast.”

“Ok, I’ll be there . . . but for now I need more coffee,” he pulled his chair out and walked towards the office kitchen. You silently cheered, forgetting how people were still standing around you.

“Well,” you awkwardly laughed, “um, I guess I better be getting back to my neck of the woods. I’m not a hot shot profiler like the rest of you guys . . . so see you all later!” You tried to escape before anyone interrogated you about your conversation with Spencer. However, a certain profiler followed quickly behind you. 

“So. . . you and pretty boy huh?”

“Shut it Morgan.”

{⋅. ♪ .⋅}

You stayed true to your word that night, Spencer stuck to water and you enjoyed a diet soda. The bartender, who you had grown fairly used to seeing on your many nights out, was shocked to hear you didn’t want any alcohol in it. 

It’s probably a good thing that you didn’t drink, you already embarrassed yourself enough in front of Spencer fully sober.

“So Spencer, you know that new bookstore you said you were going to go to after work a couple weeks ago?”

“New bookstore . . .? Oh yeah! What about it?”

“Well after I heard you talking about it I decided to check it out . . . It’s really nice there! I go like every other night now! We should totally go together sometime.” Luckily, you were sober enough to keep a secret: the fact you were only going so much in the hopes of running into him.

“Oh really? If I’m being honest I wasn’t super impressed with their selection, it was mostly contemporary fiction. And all in English . . . Not really my thing,” when he saw the way your face dropped he quickly changed his tone, “but it’s great if that’s your thing!”

This. Is. Humiliating. The amount of times you had gone and bought books from the bookstore, you were there almost every night hoping to run into him after work and start a conversation. You felt stupid, of course he wouldn’t want to go on a book store date with you. If Spencer Reid didn’t like you so much that he wouldn’t even go to a bookstore with you, there’s no chance at a relationship.

“Oh haha, yeah you’re right it’s totally lame. . .”

“Didn’t you just say you went there all the time?”

“No! When did I say that? You must be drinking Dr. Reid,” you said, quickly hopping off your bar stool, and running towards Morgan and Garcia, not turning around to see how confused Spencer was, but only being able to imagine him as relieved. Relieved he didn’t have to make conversation with you anymore.

“I’m blowing this PG, he totally hates me.”

Morgan laughed, “Y/N, you’re acting silly, this isn’t high school, we aren’t seventeen, stop dancing around it and just go ask him out.”

“Morgan, he doesn’t want to go to a bookstore with me, no way he’s agreeing to a date.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, calm down, maybe he’s just not in the mood to go?”

“You go ask him then, 20 bucks he says yes.”

“You’re on Y/N/N.”

7 minutes later Morgan returned and without a word pulled a twenty dollar bill out of his wallet and deposited it into your hand. “Sorry, Y/N.”

Penelope then piped up, “I’m telling you Y/N, he just doesn’t know. That boy is clueless.”

You scoffed, “I think he knows Penelope. I’ve made it pretty clear.”

“Have you told him?”

You were thrown off, “Um, no but-”

“Well then you haven’t made it clear enough, have you sugar?”

You almost said something, but you couldn’t really think of a good rebuttal for the argument. So instead, you downed Penelope’s half dranken frozen margarita, and headed back over to Spencer.

“Hey!” he said as you made your way back over, “I was wondering where you went, after you left Derek came over and asked to go to that bookstore with me, isn’t that extraordinary. . .”

“Do you wanna go on a date with me?” you blurted out.

“What?”

You sighed, “I’ve had a crush on you since like, forever, and I keep planning all these ways to ask you subtly but it’s just not working so I’m asking now. Do you want to go on a date with me?”

“You like me? I didn’t know that . . .”

“You’re joking.”

“No, I’m not, I thought you were just being nice. You’re nice to everyone and I didn’t want to get my hopes up.”

You smirked, “Get your hopes up? Does that mean you’re obsessed with me too Dr. Reid?”

He laughed in response, “Yeah, you could definitely say that.”

You dug through your purse and pulled out your keys, “Ok, then let’s get out of here.”

He paled, “And do what?”

“We’re going on our first date.”

He smiled, and you both got up off your bar stools and headed out the door, ignoring Morgan’s snide remarks as you passed. 

{⋅. ♪ .⋅}

You couldn’t help but smile as you drove. Every couple of seconds you couldn’t help but look over at Spencer, getting lost in his brownish hazel eyes, which looked indigo in the night. He would smile, the kind of smile people write silly little romance songs about and spend verses to describe, and tell you to pay attention to the road before you run off of it. You would laugh, tell him to calm down. Although originally you had an idea of where you were going, now you just wanted to drive in circles, to bask in this memory. 

“So where are we going?” he asked.

“Think about it Doctor Reid . . .” you replied, teasing him in the way you’ve imagined since you met him. 

You pulled up to that little bookstore on 16th avenue, the one you couldn’t stop going to out of the sheer chance Spencer might be there, the one that was obviously closed this late at night, but was too perfect not to spend your first date at. 

“Although this is beautifully symbolic, it’s almost 2 in the morning, this place closes at 8. We’re 5 hours, 49 minutes and 17 seconds late.”

You smiled and pulled out your ring of keys, “You know, when I spent hours a night hanging around here after work, hoping that you would happen to come shop for books and see me here too, the woman who owns this store got pretty curious. So I told her why I was here, and after she got done laughing at me she offered me a key, so that if I ever had the guts to ask you out, I could take you here no matter what.” You turned the key and swung the door open, gesturing him inside and locking the door behind you, “but we have to keep the lights off, so no one comes by and tries to get in.”

You and Spencer sit in the non-fiction section, and enjoy the silence for a few seconds before you have an idea, “Read me something Reid.”

He reached up, pulling a book off of the shelf without looking, “Are you sure, A Brief History of 1491: Life in America Before Columbus, is first date material?”

“Although that book is anything but brief, anything you read to me will sound stunning coming from your pretty mouth.”

So he begins to read, attempting to slow down to a reasonable pace but still going abnormally fast. You didn’t care though, more than you listened to the history of the late fifteenth century you watched Spencer’s hands. They’re really nice hands.

His right followed the words as he read aloud and his left helped hold the book. He wiggled the fingers on his left hand unconsciously as he spoke, getting into the words of the book. 

After about 25 pages he glanced over at you, and you could almost hear the gears turning in his head. After a second he went back to the page, and continued reading. You didn’t think anything of it until a couple minutes later, when his hand made its way to your left thigh.

He held it and you leaned into him, and you both stayed like that until you fell asleep hours later, with his head resting on top of yours. 

At 8:30 Mrs. Betts, the owner of the bookstore, found you and Spencer, arms around each other, the book thrown aside. She smiled, glad to know you had taken her up on her offer. She went to go wake you up but glanced at her watch. She didn’t have to officially open until 10. 

She could definitely spare a couple of minutes. 

“I want you, bless my soul I ain't gotta tell him I think he knows”

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[yionji]

Hey,may I request where nanami is my stepfather.

Y/n is a brat and always when she comes home from school she pulls up her skirt and unbuttons her shirt,and she likes to call nanami daddy with double meaning then he decides to punish her,Thank you!

Omg hiii ^_^ thanks for made me do this,I hope u like it,also im trying a diferrent theme so...

A/n: I try my best, but also this could have grammatical errors ;;;;;

Tags:Cervix hitting,Slight mind break,stepfather,stepdaughter, fake incest(?),Blowjob,big boobs,huge dick,cum inside,arms fetish,deepthroath,face fucked,vaginal sex,thight pussy,dirty talk,humillation,in 4,cheating,moral denigration,true love,degenerate,poor grammar,rough sex,dub-con,slaps,male domination,angry sex,gagging,crying,blackmail,Dilf,school uniform,urination,inflation,breeding,happy ending,deep,belly bulge,virgin,punishment,semi passed out,body fluids,pet behaviour,choking,smut,daddy kink.

Pairings:Nanami kento x F!reader

He looked different from any other men your mom dated.

"my name is nanami kento,nice to meet you y/n"

 So handsome,

When you came home from university he was in his work suit without the jacket,he had folded his sleeves half way down his arms below his elbows,fuck,he looks so good his veins are marked and his hands are huge,long fingers,you could feel your pussy getting wet.

"y/n"

"Uh?"

"Your food is going to get cold,eat" said your stepfather.

"Yes,daddy" you smiled to yourself,crossing your legs.

Nanami just looked at you

It became a routine for you, seeing him all day long, you were so lucky, every day you had lunch together you were late on purpose so he could see you in the short skirt you wore with the long, tight stockings.

You loved that tired face and that look in his eyes. There were times when he cooked and when he did you hugged him from behind touching his belt or climbed on the table with a short denims.

Today you decided not to wear a bra, you arrived very late at night because you said you were going to a friend's house, the shirt you wore was see-through and tight, your mom wasn't paying attention to you because she was busy at the phone.

Nanami was staring at you, his toned arms were raised clenching his fist with his other hand.

He looked at your breasts, and looked up at you, you smiled innocently at him.

"Is something wrong, daddy?"

He sighed "I think I'll go to bed" he got up and left.

You were about to continue eating when your mom interrupted you.

"Daughter, I'm going out with some friends today, you know, don't tell your dad."

"What time will you be back?"

"Tomorrow at 12 pm"

This was your chance to be with him, you waited for her to leave so you can go to his room.

Before going to his room you changed into a long white shirt with no panties.

You went upstairs to, opened the door and he wasn't there, only the bed.

So you lay down, somewhat discouraged in nanami's place.

You woke up in the middle of the night because someone had turned on the room light.

"What, oh"

Nanami is there with his costume still on.

"Y/n, what are you doing?" he said firmly.

"I wanted to sleep here with you since mom left. Where were you?"

"I took your mother to the place she said she was going" as he closed the door to the room and took off his clothes.

He is so beautiful, his chiseled body and strong arms, long legs and big hands you are sure his whole hand was bigger than your face.

"Stop looking at me with that leering look of yours."

You smiled mischievously

"So you already know?"

"From the moment I saw you I knew, you're a whore."

"I didn't expect that, are you going to let me sleep with you?"

"You don't know what you're doing" he sat down next to you, you were still in your place.

He was wearing baggy gray pants and nothing else.

You spread your legs so he could see your wet pussy.

"You're such an asshole."

He ran his hands over your face, then he leaned in towards you.

"Once I start I'm not going to stop even if you tell me to, do you understand that?"

"Yes, daddy."

Then he climbed on top of you, kissing you very roughly, his tongue dancing inside your mouth, he knew what he was doing.

How am I supposed to put my dick inside her, I'm sure even my finger won't fit in there. Nanami think.

It was as if your stepfather wanted you to know how strong he was. He didn't even ask you,but he stuck 4 of his fingers inside you. It hurt, but you didn't want him to think you couldn't handle him.

He wouldn't take his mouth off yours, until he pulled his fingers out of you.

Your mascara ran, your lips were swollen and reddish and your eyes were crystallized.

He put his fingers inside your mouth.

"Lick them."

So you leaned your head back and began to do it, making lewd noises, he removed his fingers from your mouth, a trickle of saliva between them. He put your legs between his and started to pull down his pants, you didn't get to see the whole thing and you started to lick your mouth.

"It's not going in."

"You haven't seen it yet, how can you tell?"

"Are you stupid? I said it won't fit"

He was irritated and you could hear it in his voice.

You looked at him a little scared, he pulled up his pants, turned away from you and went to look for something in his closet.

While you were still trying to calm down.

"Shit, that wouldn't even fit in my mouth."

Nanami is furious with a belt in his hand.

He walks up to you and grabs you by the wrists tightly. "Don't ever talk to me like that again." He take off your shirt and he sat on the bed and pulled you onto his lap. "What are you doing?" you scream and he just smirk. "What you should have gotten a long time ago. A good old fashioned punishment. Are you going to act like a whore? Then you're going to be treated like one."

He ties the belt around your neck, closing the buckle on it.

As you kick your legs trying to get it off.

A part of you, however, is intrigued by what he is doing and doesn't want him to stop. "Stop moving bitch or I'll tie you to the bed."

You spit at him as he slaps your ass hard. You scream and squirm as he gives you several and you feel your ass turn red,burn and sore.

"Such a pretty shade of red." He murmur "Are you liking this?" He ask genuinely.

Your cheeks turn red. "You're doing fucking great." You gasp as the belt was choking you and he looks at you.

"I'll have fun with you tonight" you smile "Now let's start your punishment."

Did I hear that right? Start?

You drop your head as nanami gropes your ass.

"Good girl" he gives a few more swats on your hot ass before lifting you up next to him. " I've wanted this for so long. I just wanted to slap those silly punks and show them that you're mine,"

He mumbled before kissing you hard.

This was by far the best kiss of your life.

He removed the belt from your throat and you caught some breath,

until he grabbed you by the hair making you fall on the floor in 4, forcing you to stay in that position, you looked up to see a big bulge in his pants.

Nanami was pulling you by the hair towards his cock and you couldn't take your eyes off his bulge.

"What a slut I have as a daughter"

he lifts your face to the bulge and presses your head into it.

Fuck he smelled good, you felt like you were floating.

After that he pulls down his pants letting his cock out with a *plop*. It was big, long, veiny, with a curve and his head was big, standing up with a rock hard erection.

There's no way it's going in my mouth.

He strokes your lips with the head of his cock, you only have eyes on his cock.

He slaps you hard on the face.

"Don't take your eyes off my face."

as he knows how degrading this is and wants to make sure you don't try to hide. He keeps slapping you across the face as he stares into your eyes making sure we maintain contact,your cheeks were already red. Then he puts his cock back in your mouth,

"Don't ever look away again."

he starts to fuck your mouth hard. His cock was going in a back and forth motion the tip was not hitting your uvula, you can feel his precum on the tip of his cock as he continues to enter your mouth, a few more inches, with each thrust he was forcing more into your throat now he keeps his cock inside now as you start to choke and cry and try to pull back, he grabs you by the hair and forces you to stay still, you felt as if your jaw was going to open sucking such a cock then he pulls back and slaps your face hard with his hand.

"I thought I told you not to take your eyes off me, you can't even follow an order that easy" you hear as he gives you another slap and pushes his cock back inside you.

It makes him harder as you try to take his cock.

Your mind was dizzy you feel drool and saliva dripping down your chin as his rhythm quickens and you feel confused.

"Your pussy fluids are making a puddle on the floor y/n, like a dog"

you can't do anything but get aroused as his deep, panting voice couldn't be sexier. Feeling his hand holding you tightly and he continues to fuck your face as the tears fall to join all the drool.

You were wondering how long you had been with him since mom left, your knees were sore, your neck and jaw hurt. When he was about to cum?, your mouth could no longer contain his cock.

He let go of your hair and placed both his hands on your head. And you were you right, they were bigger than your face. He started to fuck your mouth even harder which made you kick and scream with his cock in your mouth, he ignored this and continued as if nothing happened, he let out a moan and pushed back on your head and you could feel the sweat on his pelvis with the tip of your nose, He pushed harder so that his cock filled your throat, the tip was no longer hitting your uvula, it was touching your esophagus.

Nanami dropped all his cum down your throat,with a slight moan,every drop of hot cum filling your mouth, but he still wouldn't take his cock out of your mouth.

"If you waste a drop, I won't do this with you again."

He pulled his cock out of your mouth and you watched as every centimeter slipped away.

With your body trembling, you tilt your head back trying to swallow all his cum, you know big cock means big balls.

Gagging noises came out of your throat as you finally swallowed all of his cum, he grabbed you by the neck and opened your mouth wide open, he wanted to make sure you weren't lying.

He picked you up off the floor and threw you on the bed. Your dripping hole didn't hold on to anything and you kept trying to sit up but ended up squirming like a helpless animal, but with no luck. That only made him hornier. He kissed you placing his legs between yours.

"I think you're ready now."

the wet tip found your tight hole and tried to push in, but you squeezed your hole as tight as you could, refusing to give access come on, it's big but you wanted so badly to fight one more time.

He grunted in annoyance, Use his powerful hands to grab the bottom of both your thighs, holding you open and still for him. You didn't want to pull back and without a second thought, you tried to wrap your arms around his neck as he held you over his lap with his hands gripping the back of your knees. He held you painfully open and you couldn't hold yourself tight any longer with the slick lips of your pussy opening before him and his hard cock.

. He was so strong that he held you casually with the strength of his arms without flinching one bit, and then his cock, hot and slippery began to enter you.

Your eyes widened and you shuddered uncontrollably, feeling his hot breath against your ear and cheek. You moaned loudly and as he slid deeper into your entrance, slipping between your tight walls, there was no way you could contain the primal moan that escaped you.

"No! A-Aaaah! What are you... doing to me? It feels good."

"You asked for this didn't you?" you already sounded shattered, he's hulking you clawed at his back and squirmed. His cock was wiggling like crazy inside your tight, soaking wet hole, pulling it out and pushing it back in from slapping against your cervix. It felt like a living creature all by itself. He let out moans and began to gyrate your hips, moving you any way he pleased and thrusting his veiny member in and out of you, simply pushing it back and forth from his pelvis.

He moaned in pleasure, the noise sounded somewhat strange to you. "I'm getting you ready for my seed, you silly girl."

" I'm really surprised. I thought your inside would be as soft as your outside. But ooo, oh..." He pushed the tapered tip to the hilt, the big head stroking and wiggling against your sensitive cervix, curling up to thrust hard into your sweet bundle of nerves, making you let out a long moan.

"You are much, much softer here. My daughter is so soft and pliable." You sighed in new ecstasy. You never got to enjoy degenerate pleasures like fucking and breeding.

The morbid pleasure coming off you was sweet but the gestures you made was too much for him,The aroma of your pussy juice dripping on his cock,he put his fingers inside you even with his cock inside you just to taste your juices,it was the closest thing to the taste of heavenly nectar.

At this action you just collapsed on the bed,his cock in your pussy pushed faster and swirled quickly inside you. Nanami's fingers rubbed and stroked your clit expertly and the crushing noises of his cock against your pussy grew louder as you grew wetter.

Tears rolled down your hot cheek, you began to feel that familiar tug at your core, forcing your walls to shudder around it. "I... I'm.... . C-..." Your words sounded choked, he began to choke you. Before you knew it, a blast of numbing euphoria crashed into you, spreading from your fucking pussy, through your legs and down to your toes .Your body relaxed and you were just breathing hard trying to catch your breath. "Hey" he says and you feel a hand grab a fistful of your hair to pull your head back wildly, making you scream in pain and surprise.

"Do you think we're done, Pet?" positioning his thumb on your lower lip. "My little bitch has to be thoroughly tamed. Your pathetic naughty little hole has yet to be molded and shaped by my desire. You are still too tight for what I want to do to you."

You were confused, even feeling a little scared again because you had just experienced the orgasm of all orgasms, nothing that masturbation or toys could experience, and yet somehow, Fuck, being with your stepfather was a sinful nightmare, but he was doing it so well.

Kento turned you over and lifted your ass. He bent down and approached your ear, moving your hair to the other side.

"Y/n?"

"y..yes daddy."

"You were virgin?"

Sobbing you tried to form a word and nanami's arm was around your neck.

"Yes, I was"

He kissed your cheek happy to be the first man to be inside you.

He turned you around and spread your legs. Your battered hole couldn't take it anymore and you struggled to close your legs gently but nanami squeezed the slits near your pelvis to open them wide again. He spit on his penis to lubricate it and masturbate before entering you. The sight of that was enough to give anyone a fucking heart attack.

You sobbed, and shook your head at him. "No, wait, don't come in," you pleaded.

"You already take it, of course you can now"

He made sure your legs were spread wide enough for him, he started by slowly pushing his head in once he entered, and with a push of his cock and a pull of your hips with his hands, his huge cock thrust into your pussy.

You screamed, there were no words to describe the feeling, it was too good, too much for your little pussy. You felt too stuffed, the pleasure was scorching. Nanami pulled your body down on his cock until the head slammed into your cervix, filling every nook and cranny of your defeated pussy. Nanami felt your wetness and heat envelop him completely. He let out a long, drawn out moan that echoed in your ear, taking a moment to savor the initial act of suddenly filling your Pet. Tears began to stream down your face unable to hold them back any longer. Your soft pussy was forced to hold it back, the lips of your cunt stretched to the limit to embrace and squeeze.

Nanami could not believe that the fragile form of a small, pretty stepdaughter could pleasure him in this way. He knew he was becoming addicted.

He pulled out until only the head was trapped inside you and thrust in again. The large mass at the tip of his head, a very faint but visible lump rose up and formed in your belly from your the area under your stomach. You could do nothing but feel his dick move and stroke you and, without warning, he moved forward, reaching deeper, causing your bladder to feel stimulated and urine a little on his penis, wetting it.

He pushed his entire cock inside you one more time.

"I'm going to come inside your uterus, y/n," sharply his own thrusts became louder as he tried to force as much of his cock into your pussy as possible,

"about to cum?, I can feel your pussy, you like my cock hitting your cervix, don't you honey?"

"goddammit,please daddy" his pelvis pounding your ass so brutally you wondered if there would be bruises, "are you going to cum, what a greedy pussy. I'm going to cum, fuck, what a tight pus..sy."

His thrusts were so deep that you could feel the semen shooting out of him.

The tip of his penis was able to open your cervix a little, he wasn't lying when he said he was going to cum in your uterus.

You could feel the semen shooting into your loins, mixing with the copious amounts of your fluids and sloshing around. You felt as if he was in your stomach, as if his cock had unloaded a load of cum directly into your belly and the pressure was immense. You screamed, your nails digging back into Nanami's chest as he groaned,your softened at the orgasm.

He pulled his length out of your pussy,and contemplated what he did.

"Wow, what a mess."

"D-daddy, ," you said with your last breaths.

He lay down next to you kissing your forehead. "You did great,baby"as he looked at you with a warm smile.

Your body was already tired, you just fell asleep with a smile on your face.

[miekasa]

mie!! i’m so late to the party but i absolutely loved ‘NICE’, it made me feel so warm and fuzzy <33 it’s so unique to its own and the flow of it is beyond wonderful!

what is married life like for oc and eren in ‘NICE’? is it just like before/do you have any nice!husband!eren headcanons?

AHH I’m so happy you liked it and that you took the time to come and tell me!! Married life for them... doesn’t really differ from what their lives looked like before actually hehe. They were basically married without knowing it 🙄🙄 idiots to lovers or something like that; but here are a few head canons of the months immediately following NICE!

You officially got married in Paris on the fourth, not too long after Carla’s wedding. You guys flew in some officials, checked through all the technicalities, and signed the papers right on top of the Eiffel Tower (access granted by the city of Paris upon request of one Carla Jaeger, of course). 

Aside from having the most picturesque location in the world to sign your marriage certificate, there wasn’t anything lavish in celebration after that. Carla’s wedding was just three days earlier, after all, and was still the talk of the local press. You did have a small party with your friends (Jean, Armin, Mikasa, Marco, Erwin, Levi, Hange came from the Alps for Carla’s wedding) in your overly large hotel room. Just some music, room service, and lots and lots of champagne.

Eren extended your winter break vacation by two weeks for an impromptu honeymoon to the Bahamas before you went home. Let’s just say you did not leave the safe haven of your hotel room very often, except to dip into the ocean a few nights (benefits of a private beach).

After getting married, the rings swapped places; the band with diamonds previously on your pointer finger was put on a chain (a new one since Eren threw the other one on the ground 💀), and you now wear the engagement ring on your ring finger.

Eren doesn’t like it when you take off the ring (the ring being the engagement ring). The first time you were going into the water, you were going to put it on the chain for safekeeping, but he protested very strongly. He would rather it rest safely in your suitcase than go around your neck again.

Your wedding bands are actually very similar to the band you already have: gold and diamond encrusted. Eren’s, however, has an emerald in the center, like the two emeralds that serve as the pistils of the sunflowers in your engagement ring (for reference, that ring looks something like this, but with a gold band). The bands were the first thing Eren bought when you guys got home.

Your friends in Dubai (Ymir, Reiner, Annie, Connie, Sasha) had no idea that you and Eren got married over winter break. Safe to say they were all… very surprised to hear the news. Connie was a little bit bitter because he missed it, and wolf whistles every time he sees your ring (even though he’s seen it before because you wore it on the necklace every day).

You got married in January, but have an official wedding in the process of being planned sometime around late summer/early fall. Carla insisted that you guys have a wedding despite already being married, and Eren agreed whole heartedly. They are both very into planning it, and yes, Eren is somewhat of a bridezilla, and his mom is enabling him 100% please.

The night you signed the wedding papers, Carla lent you an off-white satin couture gown from one of her past collections. She is designing and making your official wedding dress by hand, with the help of Mikasa.

The two of them are also making Eren’s suit, and all the outfits for your wedding party. Carla will murder you if you even so much as hint at just buying other suits/dresses. This is her baby’s wedding, and she runs one of the most renowned fashion houses of the modern century; she’ll be damned if you guys wear something off the rack.

You considered a destination wedding, but settled on having it in New York. You haven’t decided a location yet, and it’s the one thing Eren isn’t actually picky about (because you know he’s gonna go ham on the decor no matter where it is bye).

Jean doesn’t know it yet, but he’s your maid of honor. Good luck and best of wishes to Eren picking between Mikasa and Armin for best man.

Even before confessing and getting married, Eren never slept much in his own bedroom. You both have California king sized beds in your rooms, and more often than not, Eren would sleep with you in your bed. You didn’t always cuddle, but he just liked to be there (for your presence, and because he was grossly in love bye)… you ended up cuddling a lot of the time tho.

He wants to renovate your apartment now that you both “officially” live in the same bedroom, even though it’s not necessary. He just likes renovating things.

You guys go to dinner every weekend, and sometimes you even go dancing. Eren still can’t dance and he doesn’t actually care to learn; it just reminds him of being in Nice with you.

He kisses your ring finger every morning waking up and every night before going to bed; sometimes he even does it subconsciously in his sleep.

He holds your hand way more often. Not just because you guys are together now, but because he likes seeing the ring where it’s meant to be. He also notices that it helps to curb your anxiety, which is a good bonus.

Eren wants kids, but he hasn’t really brought it up yet. He knows you both are fairly young, and that you’re still technically in school, but that’s not really a deterrent for him.

The only reason he’s waiting to say something is because you guys have a lot going on with wedding planning and settling in to “married life”—there’s a lot of tedious paperwork to be done and documents to update. He’ll bring it up next year when all that is settled.

On the subject of school, you are still attending university, but have been eligible for graduation for a year now. You had enough credits to graduate last (the year before NICE) December, but there were a few more classes you wanted to take out of interest that hadn’t been running in past years, so you stayed for all four years. Eren picks you up from your lectures.

Eren graduated in December before you guys went on vacation. By normal standards, that’s a semester early. However, he was supposed to be in this Honors Arts and Sciences program, that should have taken him another two semesters. He decided it wasn’t worth it, and dropped the honors part, and with that, had enough credits to graduate, so he did.

A college degree is really more of an accessory for him anyway, and school was never his thing. He’s decently smart, sure, but he never enjoyed school because of the emphasis on exams; he’s more of a creative person, a dreamer if you will. The only reason he even went to Columbia was because you decided to go there. 

He and you both have enough money to live more than comfortably if neither of you decided to get a job after graduation… way more than enough/ But Eren isn’t doing nothing; he’s actually sorta been working his way into the world of professional interior design, and he really loves it. You’re proud of him, and more than anything, happy that he decided to go for something he loves.

Armin and Jean also graduated a semester early. Armin’s been living with Mikasa since Connie got his own place off-campus in January. Jean is a little upset blondie is living with his girlfriend before he is, but it’s whatever 🙄if it’s gonna be anyone, at least it’s Armin. 

Carla mentioned that Eren got married sometime during a NYFW interview (along with talking about her own recent marriage), and since then you both have interviewed for two magazines, one of which featured pictures from your smaller party in Paris. You’ve gotten requests from Vanity Fair and Vogue about your bigger wedding later in the year, but you guys haven’t invited any media officials as of yet.

You and Eren attend the MET Gala almost every year. You don’t walk the red carpet and nobody is scrambling to take your pictures; but you have passes because of Carla. Also, you could just buy your way in if you wanted you (and your friends have in the past). This year, Eren had to pay two security officers $10k in bribes because you two snuck away to fuck in… a part of the museum not sectioned off for the event. Whoopsies.

Even before Eren got him arrested, going out to brunch was kind of your and Armin’s thing. Eren insists he should be invited now that he’s your husband. He is not. (His bitterness grows when he learns that Jean has secured himself an invite somehow).

Eren sold the car he got arrested for drag racing in. He never told you why—and as far as transportation goes, it wasn’t a big deal because you guys have other cars—but, to him, it was a kind of symbol. He thinks it’s dumb if he thinks too long about it, but he just didn’t wanna have that there are a reminder of how he’d hurt you and his mom.

Jean still drives you to your therapy appointments, but now Eren picks you up. Eren also goes to therapy himself, and has been before you guys got married; his therapist says he’s undoubtedly happier in recent sessions… like a weight’s been lifted off his shoulder.

As far as drugs go, there’s, of course, weed on a happy occasion, or at a party; but he hasn’t touched coke since that one time (which was also the first time he’d ever done it). That’s not even him being a changed man, he just didn’t like it—he only argued with you about it because he was being stubborn. He’s more of a drinker than anything, and absolutely loves to get you drunk on a special occasion, too; he always has. He thinks you look cute, and he likes taking care of you.

You have lived in that apartment with Eren for years before marrying him, yet he insisted you needed to christen the place like it was brand new… at this point, the only places you haven’t fucked in are the elevator itself, the foyer, the storage closet, and the pool. The latter only because it’s been too cold in NYC… trust and believe pool sex is coming lmfao.

Eren bought the apartment and renovated and designed it, but he never did like being in it all alone, and that’s been magnified since you got married. If he’s there by himself, he’s usually in the living area, napping on the daybed. He waits for your faithfully every day, and is hardly in the bedroom if you’re not.

Eren has not stopped introducing you as his wife since January. Even to people in passing like cashiers and bartenders, everyone in the whole damn city probably knows you guys got hitched.

[clara-licht]

You Belong With Me

Part of Best of Me Series

Summary: 5 times (Y/n) Stark felt jealous and 1 time it was Peter’s turn. (set before Just Out of Touch, can be read as a standalone)

Pairing: Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

Word Count: 4.1k

Warning: mention of blood and maggots

Note: after a whole year, it’s finally here! Here’s another story set in the world of Just Out of Touch! This story can be read as a standalone, but reading JOOT might give you a bit more context. But if you haven’t read it, spoiler for JOOT, Hecate is (y/n)’s vigilante persona. (Y/n)’s pronouns are she/they, where they is specifically used when they’re out as Hecate. Since this story focuses on (y/n) and not Hecate, I used she/her throughout the story. In future stories both she and they will be used when there are both (y/n) and Hecate. Without further ado, enjoy the story!

Title Inspo: Taylor Swift - You Belong With Me

Best of Me Masterlist | Marvel Masterlist | Main Masterlist

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1: Compliment

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(Y/n) side-glanced at Peter who was pacing back and forth in her room. She let him mumble and curse at himself while she laid on her bed, bored.

"Oh I'm so stupid! How could I have done that?! Ugh, she must hate me now!"

She rolled her eyes. "You're not stupid, Pete. You're in STEM school by scholarship for a reason, you know."

Peter stopped his pacing to look at (y/n) with his big doe eyes and panicked expression. "That's got nothing to do with this!" He exclaimed.

Rolling her eyes again, she asked, "What did you do again?"

He groaned and banged his head on her bed, mumbling something.

"What?"

"I complimented her skirt."

If she had to roll her eyes again, her eyeballs would probably be stuck that way.

"What's so bad about that?" She asked.

Peter didn't even lift his head from the soft duvet. "I sounded like a pervert, (y/n)!" He groaned. "She totally knew I've been checking her out the entire year!"

(Y/n) shook her head exasperatedly. "You couldn't have known that. You just complimented one piece of clothing, Peter. She wouldn't know you've been staring at her clothes every day."

Peter only let out another groan and turned over, pulling the duvet to cover his face. "No, she definitely knows!"

"What did you say, exactly?"

"I said the color suits her and asked if it's new…"

"…So?"

He removed the duvet and stared incredulously at her. "What do you mean, so?"

(Y/n) shrugged. "I don't see what's so bad about that. I mean, it's flattering?"

"Oh, you don't get it!" Peter threw his head back. "I asked if it's new! Meaning that I already know her clothes and noticed that I've never seen that skirt before!"

"Now that you said it like that, you do sound like a pervert."

"UGH!"

Chuckling, (y/n) lifted the duvet and removed it from Peter, eyes glowing soft blue. "Calm down, Spidey. What did she say?"

"I don't know. I ran away afterwards."

Her chuckle turned into a full-on laugh as Peter turned away with a pout, hoping to hide his flaming face.

In between her laugh, she shuffled closer to the boy and ran her fingers gently between his hair. "Well, if it was me, I wouldn't think much about it. I would just be flattered that you think a skirt looks good on me."

Still pouting, Peter mumbled, "But it's not you."

Her laughter ceased, replaced with a slightly sorrowful smile.

"But it's not me." She agreed.

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2: Jokes

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"What's taking him so long?" Happy grumbled.

"It's only been 10 minutes."

"10 minutes too long!"

(Y/n) only hummed and looked out the window. “It’s high school, Happy. It’s where he socializes with his friends, of course it’s going to take time.”

“Not if I can help it.” He muttered.

Shaking her head fondly, her eyes swept through the entrance of Midtown High, trying to see if the young vigilante was anywhere near them. Today was a scheduled lab day and she volunteered to pick him up with Happy. Since she already finished any lessons she had for the day Tony had let her go.

As she kept watch, she couldn’t help but feel a little bittersweet. Sure, she enjoyed her studies online, but she knew that she was missing that typical high school experience. Going to classes, eating lunch in the cafeteria, walking home with friends… But she was also aware that it was all for her safety.

The woes of having a famous father.

(Y/n) was shaken off her thoughts when she finally noticed Ned among the students in front of the school. If Ned was there, then Peter was surely not far.

Sure enough, she could spot a familiar tuft of brown hair right behind Ned.

And apparently he wasn’t alone.

Peter was talking with a girl facing his way. (Y/n) couldn’t see her face but she had a good idea of who she was.

Peter had a shy smile on his lips and his cheeks were nearly blossoming, if (y/n) could say so. In true Peter fashion, he seemed to be stumbling upon his words and spoke a mile per minute. The girl seems as though she didn’t mind as she was laughing along. And yet, unlike the oblivious Peter she was used to, this Peter looked at the girl as if she was a goddess sent to the earth to absolve every sinner from their fated doom. This Peter smiled at her as if she handpicked each star to light up the darkest night.

His darkest night.

(Y/n) unconsciously took a sharp breath when she saw the girl laughing so hard she had to hold onto Peter to stabilize herself. The way she clutched Peter’s arm and the color on Peter’s cheeks…

“There he is! Call him, tell him to hurry up.”

“Just… Just give him a minute, will you, Happy?” She mumbled, eyes never leaving Peter. She was unaware of Happy glancing at her with a frown on his forehead. Like her, he did notice that Peter had a girl with him. He just hadn’t yet connected it to why (y/n) looked off.

As (y/n) sat there looking at the window, the tight feeling in her chest kept getting more painful as time went. On one hand, she would love to get out of the car and go to him, replacing the girl’s position beside Peter. But on the other hand, she knew that things didn’t work that way.

‘He’s happy, that’s all that matters, right?’

She was so lost in her thoughts that she didn’t notice Peter already saying his goodbyes and approaching the car. It was only when Peter sat beside her that she was shaken off her trails.

“Hey, you good?” He asked.

(Y/n) smiled, a hint of sorrow that Peter didn’t notice on her lips.

“Of course, why wouldn’t I be?”

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3: Flirt

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The silence was quite awkward, if (y/n) must say.

Tony was out on a conference of some sort in Japan, and as much as (y/n) would love to visit the country, her father couldn’t literally pay her to sit through that conference with him. While she would inherit the company one day, she’d avoid any stuffy meetings if she could.

That day was another scheduled lab day for Peter, though. Tony had forgotten to tell him to reschedule, so he still went to the tower. Peter was going to leave until (y/n) called Tony and he told Peter to just mess around in the lab.

And there they were. In Tony Stark’s personal lab. Just the two of them (along with Dum-E).

(Y/n) could tell something was off with Peter. The first sign was when he said he would go home when he heard Tony wasn’t there. Usually he’d just stay and watch a movie with her. And now he was all quiet while fiddling with his webshooters.

Of course, one could say that perhaps he was focused on fixing or upgrading it, but (y/n) knew that there was nothing wrong with his webshooters and they already installed the upgrade a couple weeks ago. They hadn’t come up with new ideas since then.

“Hey, Pete?”

“Hm?” He didn’t even look up.

“Is there anything in your mind?”

“Huh? No, nothing.” Peter mumbled, still fiddling with his webshooters.

(Y/n) frowned. Something was not right, indeed.

A few minutes passed with silence between them. (Y/n) kept sneaking glances at Peter and Peter kept toying around with the shooters on his wrist. He wasn’t even doing anything. His eyes were unfocused and he was deep in thoughts.

Heaving a sigh, (y/n) removed the goggles she had on. She was doing a project for SI, but it could wait.

“Okay, let’s talk about this,” she said.

Peter finally looked up and stared at her, confused. “Talk about what?”

“Well, this,” she said again, gesturing at Peter.

“...you’re gesturing at all of me.”

“Of course I’m gesturing at all of you! You’re acting weird!”

“No I’m not.”

“Yes you are! You’re so quiet and you kept playing with your webshooters! Is there something wrong with them or what? You look like you’re thinking so hard and we both know you’re smart enough to not have to think that hard about your shooters!”

Peter didn��t say anything for a while as he stared at (y/n), eyes slightly furrowed.

“Well?” (Y/n) prompted. “You know you can talk to me about anything, right?”

Peter sighed and bit his lip. He looked up, as if pondering whether or not he should tell (y/n) about what was on his mind.

“It’s, uh, it’s about Liz.”

(Y/n) heart dropped.

“W-What about her?” She asked, feigning ignorance.

The frown made another appearance on Peter’s forehead. His fingers returned to the webshooter strapped on his wrist and started fiddling again. It was then that (y/n) noticed that this was his way of fidgeting. He used to fiddle with his fingers and then it was with his shooters.

“Well, I saw her today…”

“...and?”

“She, um…” Peter swallowed. “She was, uh, flirting, I think? With Flash.”

By some miracle, instead of feeling that tightness in her chest from the mention of her, she felt truly confused. “Flash? The same Flash that picks on you and doesn't believe in your internship?”

“Uh, yeah…?”

“Why would she? Doesn’t she know what kind of person he is?”

Peter laughed dryly. “He’s rich, (y/n).”

“And so am I, what about it?” (Y/n) raised an eyebrow. “I’m not as obnoxious as that guy, am I?”

“Of course not. You may be getting a big head, though.” He teased with a grin.

(Y/n) only swatted at his arm.

(It took every single will in her not to make a dirty joke then and there, telling herself it wasn’t appropriate for the topic.)

“Anyway! Why did you think she was flirting with him?” (Y/n) asked, ignoring the tight feeling that finally arrived despite the miracle earlier.

“Remember last week? When you picked me up with Happy?”

(Y/n) nodded. ‘How could I not?’ She thought bitterly.

“I don’t know if you saw, but uhh we were flirting, I think?”

“You think?”

“Well, Ned said we were…” Peter mumbled. “We were joking around and she kinda laughed so hard she had to hold onto me…” He recounted, a blush starting to make its way on his cheeks.

(Y/n) took a deep breath to try and calm her erratic heart. Her heart felt like it was sinking with each word coming out of Peter’s mouth. Had she not been a strong-willed young woman with experience in keeping her face neutral, she was 100% sure her eyes would be all watery by now. Not that she didn’t feel the burn on her eyes as she pretended not to hear Peter whispering ‘her hand was so soft’.

“And was she doing the same with Flash?” She asked, and again, by miracle, her voice didn’t crack.

Peter’s hand fell from his wrist and he nodded dejectedly.

“I thought she liked me, you know?” He muttered. Unlike her, Peter was an open book. He was never good at hiding his expression that it was a wonder that his secret identity was still intact. (Y/n) could clearly hear the pain in his voice.

It honestly infuriated her how easy it was for him to affect her.

(Y/n) cleared her throat. “Don’t take it to heart, Pete. Maybe she was just being friendly with him.”

“Or maybe she was just being friendly with me.” Peter mumbled, still dejected.

It filled her heart with grief that he could make such a pained expression in front of her. Had it been her, she could say with certainty that she would never let this boy in front of her go without a smile. But then again, who was she to do that? It wasn’t her that he wanted to put that smile on him.

And so, with a heavy heart and a smile hiding sorrow behind it, she told him, “Why don’t you ask her to do something with you? Like a date?”

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4: Date

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“(Y/n)? Where’s Peter?” Pepper immediately asked when she saw (y/n) lounging alone on the couch.

(Y/n) shrugged half-heartedly, shoving a spoonful of her favorite cookies and cream ice cream to her mouth. An older season of CSI: Miami was playing on the screen in front of her. She kept eating her ice cream unbothered as the screen showed a bloody corpse full of maggots. Oh, apparently it wasn’t a corpse and she was still alive. Who would’ve thought?

“Don’t you guys usually spend Sundays together?” Pepper asked again.

(Y/n) mumbled something that Pepper couldn’t hear.

“Sorry, what?”

“He has a date.”

Pepper blinked once. “A date?”

(Y/n) nodded.

“With… who?”

“...a girl from his school. An upperclassman.”

“Huh… Is that so?” Pepper hummed, taking a seat beside the young Stark.

She glanced at the angsty teen, still enjoying her ice cream accompanied by a pool of blood and maggot and David Caruso on the screen. “How are you feeling?”

“What do you mean? I’m totally fine.” (Y/n) answered through a mouthful of sugary dairy.

“I don’t think so, honey.” Pepper smiled at her, taking the tub away.

(Y/n) didn’t bother to answer, stubbornly keeping her eyes on the screen.

“I always thought both of you would end up together. What happened?” Pepper tried to ask.

“Us ending up together, huh?” (Y/n) chuckled dryly. “Not a chance, Pep.”

“Why do you say that?”

(Y/n) turned to the CEO of the company that one day would be hers. “Have you looked at Peter? Really looked at him?” She asked. “Because if you have, then you’d know that his eyes were never on me. Not once.”

Sighing, she reached to take back the tub of ice cream from Pepper. “A friend is all I am to him.” She muttered.

(Y/n) was perfectly fine with returning to her angsty mood accompanied by ice cream and crime lab, but apparently Pepper was not.

Pepper stood up and asked FRIDAY to turn the screen off.

“Aw, Pep! Why did you do that!” (Y/n) whined, not unlike a child getting her toy taken away.

“No wallowing in self pity, young lady. Now up you go! We’re going out.”

She groaned and plopped her face on the couch.

To say she would regret going out would be an understatement.

Because an hour on her outing with Pepper, she actually saw Peter on his date.

He was wearing a shirt and grey sweater, like how he wore to school, though the collar was neat. He definitely combed and gelled his hair. She didn’t like it, to be honest. (Y/n) always loved his curls that would fall to his eyes when it got a bit too long. She loved the soft unruly strands that felt silky when she ran her fingers through them.

Peter and his date, Liz, were in a cafe together. It was a cute and aesthetically pleasing one too. (Y/n) was in the Italian restaurant right across the street. Pepper sat with her back to the glass window, so she couldn’t see them, but it was as clear as the sky for (y/n).

And (y/n) wanted to look away, she really did. Yet for some reason, she just couldn’t stop staring at the happy couple. She watched as Liz reached a hand out to wipe something off the corner of Peter’s lips. She watched as Peter laughed shyly. She watched as he hesitantly tried to hold Liz’s hand on the table. She watched as Liz grinned and took his hand in hers.

She watched as they smiled at each other like they were the only people in the world and she was nothing but a speck of dust.

She watched, with bitter heart and a sorrowful smile as she told herself, as long as he’s happy, right?

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5: Broken Heart

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How could this have happened?

They were having such a great time together!

So why...?

“Peter, I’m so sorry…”

“It’s not your fault, why are you sorry?”

“I was the one who pushed you to ask her on a date…”

Peter chuckled. He tried to look unbothered, but he was still so easy to read. (Y/n) could basically hear the pieces of his broken heart rattling around as he moved.

It hurt her more than seeing him with her.

“Well, you couldn’t have known everything, (y/n),” Peter said. “Besides, at least I tried, you know?”

(Y/n) bit her lip.

Logically, she should be happy, shouldn’t she? Liz had told Peter that she wanted to remain friends, that she couldn’t be with him. That meant Peter was free for the whole world. Whether or not she had a chance was something else entirely. And yet, she felt extremely guilty.

“I’m okay, really!” Peter grinned with a fake cheerfulness. “I had a great time and I appreciate her telling me the truth instead of leading me on. I’m sure we’ll remain great friends even after this.”

‘But you were never great friends with her…’

“I guess she’s just trying to focus on her studies, you know? Since she’s a senior and all.”

‘But she did lead you on…’

“And you know what they say, there are plenty more fish in the sea!”

‘But you were so fixated on her…’

Peter’s eyes softened when he realized how quiet (y/n) was. “I’m really alright, (y/n). It’s not your fault at all.”

“Besides,” he grinned, this time genuine, “Maybe now it’s my turn to help you find someone! Your help was greatly appreciated and now I can return the favor!”

(Y/n) refrained from smiling sardonically at the irony. The only way he could help her find someone was if he magically fell in love with her, but she knew better than to be wishful like that.

“Thank you, Pete, but that won’t be necessary.”

“Whaaaaat why? I can give great love advice!”

“Yeah? Like what?” She raised an eyebrow.

“Uhh…”

“Exactly.”

“Anyway! When you find someone, tell me, okay? I’ll try my best to help you, since you were so helpful to me.”

Helpful, huh?

Why can’t you see it?

How badly I want to say those words?

Instead, (Y/n) smiled, sorrow seeping into her being. “It was my pleasure.”

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+1: Reverse

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arachnophobia: wanna go out tonight? hecate hasnt been out for a while

ironlady: cant today

ironlady: harley’s coming

arachnophobia: harley? the one whose garage mr stark broke into?

ironlady: yep!! cant wait to see him

ironady: its been a while

arachnophobia: can i meet him?

ironlady: ofc just come here

The moment Peter stepped out from the elevator, he could hear the laughter already. He didn’t need his enhanced hearing to know that (y/n) was positively joyful.

He followed the sound to the penthouse’s living room where he could see (y/n) sitting on the couch. Beside her was a young man his age with sandy blonde hair. Both of them were talking animatedly with each other.

“Hey.”

“Oh, Peter!” (Y/n) turned around, a big grin on her face. “This is Harley Keener, the potato boy dad and I told you about!”

“Potato boy?” Harley frowned.

“It’s either that or problem child 1, which one do you prefer?”

“Tony’s been calling me that?”

“Yep!”

“And what are you?”

“Problem child 2, duh.” (Y/n) rolled her eyes.

Harley scoffed. “Yeah, right, il mio tarassaco.”

“Hey! Only dad can call me that!”

“I know, I know, don’t get your panties in a twist, Princess Stark.” Harley laughed as he ruffled (y/n)’s hair, much to her chagrin.

Peter couldn’t get one word out. He watched as (y/n) tried to get back at Harley and mess with his hair as Harley dodged her. He watched as (y/n)’s face was overtaken by a huge grin and her eyes lighted up in joy.

“Harley stop it!”

“You started it!”

“No I didn’t!”

“Yes you did!”

“No I didn’t!”

“Yes you did!”

“No I- you know what, I’m not doing this. You haven’t even greeted Peter!” (Y/n) huffed, gesturing at Peter who was still standing still behind the sofa.

“Oh, yeah, my bad,” Harley said. He stood up and dusted his pants, then reached out a hand.

“Harley Keener, at your service,” he grinned.

Peter took his hand hesitantly. “Peter Parker. Nice to meet you.”

(Y/n) beamed at the two of them. “I’ve told him so much about you. I think you guys will be great friends!” She told Peter. “Dad is talking about making Harley his intern too, so you two will be Stark Industries first and only high school interns. Tony Stark’s personal interns, to be exact.”

“Wait, intern?” Peter asked, clearly taken aback. “But don’t you live in Tennessee?”

Harley shrugged. “I’m moving here around next month. Not a lot of opportunities back home, so Tony offered to house and send me to school here. I’m here today to look around before the big day.”

“It’s a shame I can’t go to school with you, though.” (Y/n) complained. “I’m getting bored of this whole homeschooling thing.”

“What can I say, Princess Stark,” Harley said with a teasing smile, “a Princess must remain at her castle.”

“Yeah, well, this Princess can take care of herself and goes out at night alone, what about it?” She rolled her eyes.

“Alright, alright, you got a point, Hecate.”

“I told you, I’m not Hecate right now!”

“He knows about Hecate?” Peter asked.

(Y/n) nodded. “He was the first one to know, even before dad. I told you of how Harley’s been coming here for years, right? He basically knows more about me than dad at this point.”

“That, I do.” Harley said, staring at Peter a little too long. Something dawned on him when he saw something on Peter’s face.

He turned to (y/n) and slung an arm around her shoulders. “Anyway, I gotta run and find Tony now, got things to ask him. I’ll see you later?”

“Yeah, you know where to find me.”

“Great! See ya later, Princess Stark.” Harley dropped a big kiss on her head and left the room, but not before giving Peter a meaningful look.

Peter was frozen on his spot.

In all his time knowing (y/n), not once did he ever see (y/n) that happy. She looked so carefree, as if she trusted Harley blindly and trusted him to keep her that way. It took him some time to get (y/n) to open up to him. He knew that he couldn’t compare himself to Harley who knew (y/n) longer than him, but for some reason it ticked him off.

But why?

And when Harley held (y/n) close to him like that? It felt wrong to Peter. Then he went and actually kissed her! Well, on the head, but still. Something felt off within Peter and he didn’t really know what or why.

Somehow, it was almost like…

Like it should’ve been him?

“Peter, are you okay?”

Peter was startled from his thoughts when (y/n)’s face suddenly entered his peripherals.

“I’m fine, why do you ask?” He quickly said.

(Y/n) hummed. “You look a bit off, that’s all.”

“It’s nothing, I promise.”

“If you say so…”

“So, uh,” Peter started, “that Harley… How long is he staying?”

“A week, I think. He’ll move in next month, on the 15th.” (Y/n) answered. “I can’t wait for next month, honestly. I missed him so much. Him living with me and dad here would be a blast.”

“When do you want to go out?” Peter asked, changing the subject immediately. Somehow, for some reason, he didn’t want to hear (y/n) talk about Harley anymore. Especially not about how he would be living with her.

“Ah, well… Not this week? Maybe after Harley’s back to Tennessee?”

“...oh.”

“You can still go out without me though! I know Spider-Man must be anxious to get out there!”

“...yeah, you’re right. Uh, you know what, I actually forgot I had to run an errand for May, so I’m going to leave now, okay?”

Peter quickly rushed out. The penthouse was getting stuffy for no reason and he couldn’t stand being there anymore.

What is wrong with me?

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Sunrise

☼ Pairing: Seokjin x reader

☼ Genre: angst, fluff, smut, angst with a happy end, post breakup au, actor!seokjin, fashion designer!reader, exes to lovers

☼ Count: 9.5K

☼ Warnings: 18+, accusations of cheating, poor communication, some arguments (the relationship at the end can be seen as turning toxic as communication breaks down, so be aware if you think that may now work for you or just need to be prepared), heartbreak, non-explicit description of panic attack, moments of emotional shut down

Smut warnings: teasing, soft sex, nipple play, body worship, oral (f recieving), multiple orgasms, unprotected sex (stay safe pls!), dirty talk, exhibitionism, bratty reader, rough sex, manhandling, bruising

☼ Summary: It’s been well over 10 years since you and Seokjin broke up. You’ve been doing fine. Until one night a dream rocks you to the core and you find yourself in a place from the past. Have you really moved on?

Has he?

☼  Newly added epilogue: Moonlight

☼ a/n: This is told both in the present and past, the flashbacks are in italics! The flashbacks also aren’t in order, but I believe they’re pretty easy to follow when they would fall chronologically.

Inspired by the 2000s emo playlist I listened to as work (especially Jamie All Over by Mayday Parade) Sorry if the tags seem a little scary, I’d rather overtag than have someone get blindsided while reading. But I hope you enjoy! Let me know what you think! My ask box is always open ~ 💙💙💙💙

The cool breeze washes over you, bathing you in the salty ocean air. It seems you found the perfect time to come out here. The light jacket you wore more than enough to keep you warm on such an unexpected trip. The sky is slowly being painted in pinks and purples and oranges as the sun slowly starts to sink into the horizon, small wisps of fluffy, white clouds occasionally obscuring the sunlight. You’ve always loved seeing the sunset out here. The colors reflecting off the ocean and leaving everchanging patterns before you. You’ve based plenty of designs on sunsets. 

The dress you wore to your first fashion week is still your favorite. The penultimate meeting of sunset and night sky. The outside was ombre layers of soft chiffon, shades of oranges and pinks and small bands of light purples. It pooled around your feet, you liked to think it made it seem like you had risen from the waters of a sunset reflection. The halter bodice wrapped around your neck in a shimmery, golden band. Hanging from the choker were thin golden chains, draped and connected to a golden belt at your waist. 

For all appearances, it appeared like just a sunset colored dress. But when you walked, or pulled the fabric apart at the slit in the front, it revealed a glittering deep purple fabric, speckled like a swirling galaxy. It had been the ultimate combination of the theme of yours and Hoseok’s collection, sun and moon. The dress still hangs in your closet, one of the few extravagant pieces you’ve held on too. You want to wear it again, you just have to find an occasion to do so. The dress deserves it. 

The scene before you specifically was what inspired it. Maybe not this spot specifically. There were a lot of memories tied to this spot that you tried not to think about typically. But you’ve always loved visiting the beach. Or lakes. Anywhere you could go and watch the sun sink into the water. Watch an uninterrupted sky blend colorfully with the water.

You can’t believe you’re back here though. It’s been easily more than 10 years since the last time you were at this beach, which is a drastic change from back then from when you came here all the time. Taking a seat on the bench beside you, you smile, a little sadly, as your fingers trace over the heart carved into the wood, weathered from years in the elements and use. But the letters are still clear enough and you skip over your initials, letting your fingertips trace the ‘ksj’ as you think on when they were put there. 

 The smile on his face is bright, as bright as the glint of sunlight off the small pocket knife in his hand. 

Your combined giggles fill the fresh spring air, the beach fairly deserted since you skipped your last two periods of school to come here. You hadn’t put up much of a fight when he made the suggestion during lunch. Your grades are good enough and it’s the last weeks of high school, you can miss a few class periods to have some fun, to spend some time together before university. Just in case you don’t get into the same one.

The scratch of the blade against the wood is softer than you expect, a gentle scratch, scratch, scratch as he meticulously and carefully carves your names into the wood. His tongue pokes out from between his lips and you fight the urge to coo at how cute he is. Doubling down on keeping quiet when you know doing so would also result in him being overly macho to prove he wasn’t cute. Not because he doesn’t believe he’s cute or anything, but he knows how much the faux display makes you laugh. You don’t want to interrupt his work when this seems so important to him.  

Finally he looks up from his work, proudly gesturing to the carving on the bench. 

“That’s so cheesy.”

With an exaggerated pout, he gives you the saddest eyes he can muster. “I worked so hard on this for you. As a testament to our love!”

You lean forward, pressing a kiss to his jutted lower lip. “Well, I didn’t know it was so serious. My apologies.”

 A few more kisses and he’d promptly forgiven you and the two of you had spent the rest of the afternoon at the beach, taking blurry pictures on your flip phones. You’re positive that a printed version of one of those photos still lives in a box somewhere, where you didn’t have the heart to throw it away and so it’s stayed in a box of memories that moves with you but you never really look through. 

 You’re so tired when you finally get home. It doesn’t even feel like home anymore. You’ve spent more time either in the studio or with Jimin or Hoseok or at work than you have here. And you know from the times that you are here that Seokjin is gone just as often as you. It doesn’t even feel like you’re in a relationship anymore. It hurts to think about that. 

So you’d thought summer would be the perfect time for the two of you to rekindle your relationship. Fix whatever problems you were having, free from the stress of finals. But with senior year quickly approaching, everything seems to have just gotten worse. You can never seem to catch Seokjin to start the process of fixing anything. 

To your surprise, when you open the door you find Seokjin sitting on the bed, face pinched as he stares at something on his phone. Maybe this will finally be the opportunity to talk and start fixing things. You miss him, body cold and numb the nights you fall asleep here alone, always waiting and waking up disappointed. 

Before you can say anything, his head lifts and the cold glare he sends you stops you in your tracks. What could possibly have happened to make him give you that look? You know the two of you have been having some problems, but nothing that would warrant that look.

“Where the hell were you?” His tone is as icy as his eyes. 

You frown, gesturing vaguely towards the fridge. “Work. I put my schedule up so you knew.” He didn’t have the same courtesy. You never knew when he was working. Or what else he was doing when he was out. You had put yours up in hopes that he would do the same and maybe you would be able to find time to be together. Though you’re not sure he even bothered to go near the fridge. The few times you’ve made dinner for him and left the leftovers in the fridge with a note went untouched. 

He sneers and holds his phone out towards you. You have to step closer to get a good look at the image he has pulled up. It’s from just a few hours ago. You and Jimin sat at one of the cafe tables and laughing. It had been your break and Jimin came in to keep you company. Had Seokjin come by the cafe? Why hadn’t he come in? If he’d been there when this was taken, you were on break, you could’ve spent it together. 

“Then what’s this? Certainly doesn’t look like work to me.”

Your mind blanks. Is he seriously accusing you of lying right now? Indignation rises, acid burning in your throat. “What are you saying? If you were there why didn’t you come in? I would have loved to see you.”

“I wasn’t there. A friend sent this. And I’m saying that you’re never around. And I keep getting people telling me they see you out with him all the time. I haven’t seen you in weeks. But it seems like he sees you every day.”

He can’t seriously be accusing you of cheating right now. This seriously can’t be happening right now. You don’t know whether to laugh or cry at the accusation. It hurts that he’d honestly think you’d do that. Then the ugly thoughts come. What’s that saying, those who are most guilty are the quickest to throw blame at others?

“First of all,” you grit out, trying your best to keep your tone even. You can feel the rage churning in your belly. “I was on break when that was taken. Jimin came to visit because he knew someone wasn’t going to.” Seokjin’s mouth opens to speak but you continue, voice raising. He is not going to get to cut you off now. “It’s awfully fucking rich for you to accuse me when you have no evidence. You’re never even around. You know what they say, it’s never the one being blamed but the one doing the blaming.”

He scoffs and stands. In his anger, he seems to tower over you. But you’re too angry and indignant yourself for it to feel intimidating. You stare him down. 

“You’re really going to accuse me now?”

“It’s the same thing you’re doing! I was hoping to fucking talk when I saw you were home. I was so happy to see you here. We haven’t been home together in so long. I-”

“We haven’t been home together because you’re always out with Jimin.” 

“No I haven’t been fucking home because you’re never home and it fucking hurts to be in this shitty apartment without the person who’s supposed to be here with me. Do you know how fucking lonely it is waiting around here for a person who never shows up?”

Turning away from you, he takes a few deep breaths. 

You deflate slightly. You could still fix this. “Seokjin-”

He shakes his head. “No, I don’t want to hear any more excuses.”

He moves towards the door and you panic. This isn’t how tonight was supposed to go. You wanted to fix things. To make them better. Everything has spiraled and you can’t let him slip through your fingers. You reach for his wrist.

“Seokjin, wait-”

He wretches his hand free and glances at you over his shoulder with so much contempt that you feel your heart in your throat. “No. I’m done.”

This can’t be it. This really can’t be it. He sees you about to speak again and turns and leaves before you can get a word out and it feels like the rug has been ripped out from beneath you. The silence deafening in his absence. 

You don’t know how long you stand there for. You feel completely numb. Like this is just a bad dream and you’ll wake up soon and Seokjin will be next to you and you’ll tell him about this and he’ll laugh and comfort you and tell you that would never happen. You expect tears, but they never come. Everything feels so surreal. 

The man you had planned to spend the rest of your life with just walked out on you after accusing you of cheating. 5 years and he really thought that was something you would do. Do you wait around? Hope he comes back for you both to talk with calmer minds. 

You settle for a text.

You: Can we talk once we’ve both calmed down?

It’s less than a second later and the response makes your heart sink. Blocked. 

He really blocked you already. He’s not even going to try? You sink onto the bed. What are you supposed to do now?

At some point, mechanically, you text Jimin, asking if he could come over and bring some boxes. Looking around, you’re at least grateful that your place was small because it means you don’t have that much to try to move. Jimin arrives, faster than you expected. Or maybe you’ve just become that disconnected from the passage of time. 

He drops the boxes and comes up to you, hands fretting over you like there’s some physical injury he can attend to. Unless he knows how to mend a broken heart, his fretting is useless. Instead you move on autopilot, taking the boxes Jimin brought and packing your meager possessions into them. Jimin stands by the kitchen, looking sad and lost, unable to help because you have yet to say a word. He knows what happened though. It’s not hard to figure out. You’re thankful that he doesn’t try to get you to talk. Just lets you move and do what you need. Waits for you to ask should you need help. 

You’re almost finished packing when you pull the shoebox from under the bed and you suddenly feel like you’ve been hit by a truck. Flipping the lid open reveals hundreds of photos. Of friends. Of family. Of trips. Of Seokjin. The top pictures pull your attention. Two copies of the same photo. A blurry snapshot of you two grinning on the beach. You both look so young and happy. You wish you could go back to that. Everything was so simple back then. 

He must have put his copy in with yours. Because why would they need to be kept in different places when the two of you would never be apart. You almost want to laugh. You mostly want to cry. You stand with the box, debate for all of two seconds before you set his copy down on the bed. He can decide what to do with his own copy. That’s not for you to decide. Not anymore. 

Tucking the shoebox into the last of the moving boxes, you cast one last look around the apartment. The holes where your things were hurt to see. The physical evidence that this part of your life is over. Carefully extracted from a life that had been so delicately intertwined. You wonder if the gaps will even bother Seokjin. If he’ll even bother staying here, if he’ll move onto something bigger and better. Without you. Swallowing, you turn to Jimin before those thoughts can spiral. Not here. Not yet. Once you’re somewhere else and alone. Then it can all come out.

“Ready?”

You give a small nod and Jimin helps take your things downstairs. He does most of the work while you wait on the sidewalk. He calls a taxi, loads your things into, gives the driver his address. 

As it pulls away from the curb, you can’t help but to watch the apartment shrink into the distance. Feeling like you left your heart behind. You wonder if you’ll ever get it back.

 Your phone dings with a notification, dragging you out of the sad memories. You give yourself a small shake. You hadn’t thought about that day in years, pushing it to the back of your mind. You had learned later on that some girls had told Seokjin lies about you to get the two of you to break up in a bid for his attention. It had backfired spectacularly because you found out through Hoseok after he overheard Seokjin yelling at the girl who asked him out less than a week after the break up. He never came to talk to you after the truth came out though. You never let yourself think too hard about why that might be. You’d already spent too many nights feeling numb and broken. You poured yourself into your work. Your friends. You had been content for your senior year. It didn’t go how you were expecting, but it was still good.

You smile at the device in your hand. It’s far more advanced than your old flip phones had been, even your college phone had been fairly low tech, the downsides of living on a budget. High school you would have killed for a camera this good back then. That blurry picture of you and Seokjin would’ve been much more clear if you’d had something like this back then. You swipe the notification away, just an email from your assistant about your schedule for tomorrow and what had been shifted around from today. But all that can wait until later, probably when you’re back home. The notification draws your attention to a text from Hoseok that you hadn’t seen though. He must have messaged while you were walking so you didn’t feel your phone go off. 

Hobihobi: Are you ok?

You smile at his concern. And honestly the fact that he even noticed you dipped out of the studio early. You had thought that he had been too busy on his own upcoming project to notice. It’s a pretty big deal for your label and he’s been working so hard to get this project. You’re just glad you have the perk of being boss to be able to dip when you need to. Although technically, you and Hoseok own your label, Daydream Designs, together. 

Texting him a quick reassurance, you pocket the device again, content to just enjoy the sunset out here alone. There’s a few people scattered around the beach. A few families beginning to pack up for the evening, a person running with their dog, a couple walking along the shoreline. 

You have such fond memories of this beach. For all the bad memories you have of the relationship, mostly from the end of it, at least the beach remains untainted.

 Nervously clutching the letter in your hand, your leg bounces as you wait for Seokjin to arrive. He’d texted you earlier that he’d gotten a letter from SNU. You’d rushed home to see you had a letter waiting as well. You were thankful that they had come on the same day. You can’t imagine how much more anxiety you’d have if you’d had to wait longer for one of your letters to arrive. 

You glance at the white envelope, the edges are beginning to wrinkle from your grip, but you can’t get your fingers to relax. Checking your phone again, you wonder where Seokjin is. He should be here soon. The beach is crowded today. The weather finally nice enough and the water clear and warm. It was a miracle that you’d managed to get your bench when you’d arrived. But someone had just been leaving when you’d gotten here and you’d quickly jogged over to take it before someone else could snatch it. It seemed like the perfect place to see what your future held.  

Seokjin appears suddenly, panting like he ran the whole way here. Which, given the sweat making his bangs stick to his forehead, is a good possibility. He still looks handsome, more so when he sends you a brilliant grin.

“You got our bench!”

Returning his smile, you send him a wink. “I had to fight an old lady for it.”

He presses a quick kiss to your lips as he sits down, brandishing his letter. “How do you want to do this?”

Chewing your lip, you think it over. “I don’t think I can open it.”

His eyes soften and he takes your hand. He can read you so well. “No matter what happens, we’ll always have each other.” He gives your hand a squeeze. “How about we open each other’s?”

Reluctantly, you nod. Would it really be better to see that he got in while still not knowing if you got in too? Swapping letters, you stare down at his name spelled out in ink. You know he got in. There’s no way he didn’t. Seokjin nudges you and you look up.

“Count of three?” You nod. “Okay… 3…”

“2…”

“1…”

Seokjin is a little faster in tearing open the envelope than you are but you keep your gaze firmly downcast, watching as your fingers tear open the paper with meticulous care. You skim his letter quickly. 

Congratulations.

He got in. Joy swells in you and you look up with a grin, momentarily forgetting your own letter. Your smile quickly falters though when you see the flat look on Seokjin’s face as he stares down at your letter and your heart sinks.

Tugging his hand to get his attention, you give him a sad smile. “Hey, it’s okay. You said-”

“You got in.”

You blink. His words swirling around your head but not fully registering. “What?”

He envelops you in a massive hug, laughing with joy. “You got in! Baby, you did it!”

You still feel a little dumbfounded, but you’re quickly filling with excitement. “You too! Jinnie, you got in too!”

He pulls back and presses a long kiss to your lips. His eyes look suspiciously wet, but you decide not to comment. You’re positive that your’s are probably a little wet too. “The next four years are going to be amazing.”

 He had been so optimistic back then. You could use some of that optimism now. 

You hadn’t originally planned on cutting out of work early, especially not to come here of all places. There were some designs that you needed to work on, a few ideas that you had that you wanted to get sketched up to show to Hoseok. But when you’d been walking through the common area during lunch, you’d overheard a couple of people gathered around a computer gushing about the Kim Seokjin wearing one of Hoseok’s designs. 

It’s definitely not the first time. Hoseok knew Seokjin in university when you knew him too, although you were always closer to him since you shared a lot of classes, and obviously a shared love of fashion. But the two were friendly and remained so afterward, but on a more acquaintanceship basis. The break up clearly divided some friendships, though you hated that it happened. You didn’t want anyone to feel like they had to stop being friends with either of you just because you two were no longer dating. 

You know it’s not the first time Hoseok has designed something for Seokjin. And normally, him wearing one of Hoseok’s designs wouldn’t bother you too much. Both because it’s good for Hoseok because Hoseok is a genius and deserves it, but because it’s also really good for your label in general in terms of good press. Though you know Hoseok sometimes slips your designs into things that get sent to him. You saw one of your jackets ended up at an award show. 

Idle chatter about Seokjin around the office isn’t that new. You suppose that’s one of the downsides to being in an industry that is very closely tied to idols and actors and actresses. It’s not an uncommon occurrence to hear them gossip about him, he’s one of the most popular drama actors currently and everyone loves to gush about how handsome and funny he is. They find it odd that you’ll talk about anyone with them except him. They leave it be much easier now, but in the beginning they still tried to include you. 

You’ve even dealt easily with the dating rumors. All the pretty actresses he’s supposedly dating. And why wouldn’t he? He’s gorgeous and talented and so, so kind. Any woman would be lucky to have him. You’ve been on the receiving end of his love. You know how easy it is to fall.

If your coworkers knew that you’d dated him in the past, they would think you were crazy to let him go. And maybe be a little jealous and probably pepper you with questions about him. You definitely are thankful they don’t know because the way some of them gossip about their own sex lives, they’d beg for details about a celebrity’s from first hand experience. 

 Excitement fills you as you sit in the airport. It’s finally summer. Your first year of college is behind you and you now get to spend two whole weeks with Seokjin in Jeju. Well Seokjin and his family. But they were kind enough to let the two of you have your own little place on the island. Well it was more of just the guest house to the main house they, along with Seokjin’s brother, would be staying at. 

This will likely be the only big summer trip you both take during college. Seokjin had originally planned to not go. More content to work all summer and save up money so the two of you could get an apartment off campus. His parents had offered to pay for a place, but Seokjin was adamant that the two of you wanted to do this for yourselves. 

You’d try to hide your disappointment about not going, but he knows you far too well and caved quickly to saying one trip wouldn’t hurt his independence. So now here you were, ready to fly out to Jeju. You haven’t been since you were little and you were excited that you got to go back and this time with Seokjin. 

The flight is quick and uneventful and Seokjin gets a taxi to take you to the beach house, his parents having arrived a few days prior. 

The main house is beautiful, but you’re more excited to see where you’ll be staying. The outside of the guest house looks like a miniature version of the main one. Inside, it’s spacious, all one room with an attached bathroom. The bed is separated from the living area by an ornate partition painted with a starry nightscape. The moon is painted in such gorgeous detail that you’re tempted to tell Seokjin you want to steal the partition when you leave. 

The living area is simple, a plush sofa and matching chair set facing a wall mounted TV. A small, well-stocked minibar is pressed against one wall. Around the partition and into the sleeping area is a large bed facing a set of french doors that open out onto a small deck that leads right down to the beach in two steps. 

Flopping onto the bed with a giddy giggle, you watch as Seokjin sets his bag down and gives you a fond smile. 

“Enjoying yourself?” he asks with a raised eyebrow.

You squirm back slightly, coy smile stretching your lips. “I don’t know. The bed seems kind of empty.”

He chuckles, sitting on the bed and tugging you into his lap. “Better?”

Humming, you press a kiss to his lips. “Much.”

When you go to pull away, he follows, capturing your lips in another, deeper kiss. “We don’t… have… a lot of time…” he murmurs between kisses. 

You give a vague affirmative, only half listening to his words in favor of pressing him back into the mattress. His parents can wait, you have some important business first.

 The night air is cool, the french doors left open, gauzy curtains shifting in the gentle breeze. Shifting onto his side, Seokjin presses a gentle kiss to your shoulder, soft and unhurried. It’s only been a couple of days since you’ve been here. But it’s been utter bliss, especially after the exhaustion from finals. 

You nudge the sheet lower down your bodies and press closer to him. Tonight seems like the perfect time for something soft and unhurried. A perfect time to really connect again. No hurrying because of classes, or roommates, or meetings. No papers to worry about. 

Just you and Seokjin. In a plush bed with a cool, ocean breeze enveloping you. If you peek through the curtains, you can just make out the shape of the moon, the illumination making Seokjin glow before you. 

He’s already bared to you. Both of you showering off the ocean water from an evening dip and simply crawling into bed together afterwards. The TV is off, the only sounds filling the room is the rustle of the sheets as you move and the lapping of the waves on the shore. You dare not speak and break the peaceful atmosphere and Seokjin seems to be on the same wavelength. 

Neither of you need to speak to know how to move around each other here. He cups your face, such a gentle caress, like you’re the most fragile and beautiful thing he’s ever held. It makes you feel cherished. He leans closer and time seems to slow down with the press of his plush lips to yours. He takes his time kissing you, so slowly like you have the rest of eternity for just this moment. 

Pushing you onto your back, Seokjin cages you in, enveloping you in the safe blanket of his embrace. His scent is overwhelming like this, you could drown in it. His hips press into yours, cock not fully hard yet, but that doesn’t matter. This is about taking your time with each other. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, hands sliding from his neck up into his hair.

The strands are a little dried out, a combination of the salty ocean water and the fresh bleaching it got. His parents hated it at first, but he defended it as just college experimentation. It’s supposed to be a time of discovery and why not try different hair colors. He’s unfairly attractive with the bleach blonde, just as handsome as his natural brunette. You know he plans to dye it another color. But he’s yet to tell you what it’ll be. 

You give his hair a light tug, relishing the sigh he releases against your lips. 

“Tell me what you want.”

“Just you.”

“You always have me.”

Seokjin nudges your thighs apart as he kisses across your jaw and down your neck. Trailing across your collarbones, he leaves a line nips down to your sternum. His hands slide up your sides till they meet your breasts, fingers cupping the soft flesh as he peppers kisses across the expanse of your chest. He traces one nipple with his tongue, teasing the bud to stiffness with each swipe. He moves on to the other one, changing it up and using his teeth this time. The air fills with your soft moans, blending with the waves outside. 

Moving lower, Seokjin kisses your belly, taking his time to touch every little mark across your skin. Pleasure simmers in your belly, every nerve burns like a live wire. Over all that, you feel loved. Absolutely worshiped as Seokjin presses a kiss to your mound with such reverence that you think he might convert right here and now. 

Seokjin eats you out just as slowly and thoroughly as he kissed you. He savors you with each swipe of his tongue, every suck, every twist of his fingers. Seokjin plays your pleasure like a fine-tuned instrument, drawing you ever so slowly to the edge. Your fingers thread through his hair once more, not to be demanding, but for the sake of feeling grounded. His tongue laps at you like you’re a ten course meal and he wants to savor every single morsel. When you chance a glance down at him, his eyes are closed, handsome face, what you can see of it at least, smoothed out in utter bliss. 

When you finally cum, it feels like sinking into pure euphoria. Seokjin drags it out for so long and so gently that you cum a second time. Though you’re so lost in sensation that maybe it’s still the first orgasm.

Pushing himself to his knees, his face glistens with your slick and you feel bereft with the distance suddenly between you. You reach out for him and he falls right into you, lips crashing against yours as his cock presses against your pussy. But you need more than that and you squirm, drawing a chuckle from deep in his chest. 

“Impatient…” he murmurs.

But despite his teasing, he shifts until the tip of his cock catches your hole and he slides in with languid push. You sigh his name and he answers with a nod, lips brushing your neck as he pulls back and starts a slow, almost lazy, rhythm. You cling to him, nearly delirious with pleasure. 

Nudging Seokjin, you pull him in for a kiss of your own. “I love you.”

He groans into your mouth. “Fuck… I love you too. So much.”

You lose track of time, your pace unhurried. Seokjin cums at some point and the two of you lay facing each other and exchanging soft kisses until you drift off to sleep. 

 You whine as Seokjin slips his cock into you. He’s been teasing you all day on the beach. At one point while you were in the water with him, his fingers slipped beneath your suit to tease along your pussy. You’d nearly screamed at the sudden sensation, but Seokjin had merely laughed and floated out of your reach, sending you a wink as he licked his finger. The second you returned to your room from dinner he was on you. This is so different from the other night. Somewhere in between the rushed couplings in the dorms and the slow, soft sex from then. It feels just as good, a little rough, fun, light. Perfect.

Seokjin grins cockily above you. “I barely did anything and you’re so wet for me, baby.”

Huffing, you try to kick at him, but he easily pins your leg down. He tuts and delivers a thrust that jostles you up the bed and draws a gasp from you. He looks entirely too pleased with himself. 

Before you can formulate any other sort of retaliation, the sound of voices catches your attention. Glancing to the side shows that neither of you shut the french doors. The voices don’t sound close, but they are near enough for you to hear. It’s not too strange, the beach is there for anyone. But it’s the first night that anyone has been out there, at least close enough for you to be able to hear from your bed. Music soon follows the voices. A party. 

Unbidden, the thought of someone breaking away from the party, coming down the beach this way and passing by the open doors has you clenching around Seokjin. He gasps at the sudden tightness, blinking down at where you’re connected. Licking his lips, he follows your gaze and a moment later, you see realization cross his features. 

His resulting grin is downright dangerous. “What’s got you going, baby? Hm?”

Swallowing, you turn back to him, blocking out the voices. You will not give him the satisfaction. “Nothing.”

Fingers digging into your hips, Seokjin glances towards the doors again. He gives a harsh thrust that pulls a startle moan from you. “Nothing, huh? I don’t think that’s true.” He turns back to you and there’s a dark look in his eyes. “I think that you want someone to walk by and see us. That the idea of being caught is exciting.”

You scoff, deliberately turning your face away from the doors. “I’m actually bored and thinking about what we’re doing tomorrow.”

Seokjin blinks at you for a moment before chuckling darkly. “Is that right?” You nod. “Oh, we’ll see about that.”

It sounds like a threat and a challenge. And you’re never one to back down from a challenge. “Well in the morning, we’re meeting your parents for brunch…” 

Seokjin’s tongue presses against his cheek as he slams his cock into you. It would force you up the bed if not for his bruising grip on your hips keeping you firmly pinned in place, forced to take the full brunt of his cock spliting you open. 

But you’re just as stubborn as him. “Then we’re going… to the spa… oh my g-god… you… you made… p-plans for lunch…” 

Every few words you stutter out are punctuated by another harsh thrust. Your legs are pushed towards your chest and his next thrust has his cock rubbing along your g-spot and for a second, your mind blanks on what’s happening, pleasure so sudden and searing that you forget everything but the full feel of Seokjin’s cock inside you. He starts to grin then, victoriously, and that pulls you out of it just enough to continue, gritting your teeth as he continues to fuck you.

“Said you had… a surprise… then we were going to… oh, fuck… gonna go to t-town… buy some… gifts… Seokjin, please…”

He grins. “Gonna admit what you were thinking about?”

One hand leaves your legs, thumb brushing your clit and your resolve crumbles with your rising desire to cum. 

“Fuck… yes! I want someone to walk by. See you fucking me, making me cum, making me feel good… Seokjin, please…” you whine out.

“Well, why didn’t you just say so?”

His rough thrusts pick up again. This time accompanied by the rhythmic movements on his fingers on your clit. Your orgasm builds quickly and leaves you breathless as Seokjin forces you over the edge. You cry out, heedless of the volume of your voice. If anything, the thought of someone hearing how Seokjin makes you feel makes you shudder with pleasure.

Seokjin groans, hands dropping to the bed as he chases his own orgasm, smothering his moan of your name against your shoulder. 

When he’s caught his breath, he raises his head, a mischievous twinkle in his eye. “So… exhibitionism, huh?”

 The stories you had are probably worth a lot. Which is why you keep them to yourself. No one but you and Seokjin need to know those details. Especially not some of the more nosy people you work with. Hoseok thankfully played along with only knowing him on a professional level and not that you all went to university together. 

It’s typically pretty easy to just ignore the chatter when it comes up about him. But a couple days ago, you had a dream about him. One that after you woke up, you couldn’t recall almost anything about it. Except his face and the heavy feeling in your heart. His smile was burned into your mind and has left you feeling off since then. The mention of him today combined with the weird feeling brought back a whole slew of memories and things you had thought you’d long since moved past. To the point that you made the decision to leave work to work early because you were so confused. Why you were suddenly feeling like this about someone who you thought you’ve been over for more than 10 years. 

You never thought you’d be here back in university. Together with Seokjin. You both had thought you’d be together forever, whispered together about getting married, about the future. The things you’d do and the places you’d go to. 

 The arm around your bare waist tightens, a firm chest pressing into your back. 

“What’re you thinking about, baby?” Seokjin murmurs into the skin of your shoulder.

You chew your lip nervously before shifting in his grip so that you’re now facing each other. You’ve been thinking about a lot of things as freshman year draws to a close. All of them lead back to Seokjin.

The afternoon sunlight peeks in through the curtains, casting golden light across him and the dormroom. It’s an odd time to be in bed together, but it’s one of the only moments that you both have free and there’s no dormmates around to bother or have to kick out. Though you know Yoongi, Seokjin’s roommate and faux reluctant friend, would give you both the space if you asked. You don’t want to be the person that kicks him out constantly, so for now, you both are content to steal some free moments during the day when Yoongi has classes. Maybe next year you can think about getting a little place off campus together. A place both for you guys and maybe for your friends to visit and hang out at. 

You think Seokjin looks the most beautiful under the afternoon light regardless. Seokjin pecks your nose, drawing your attention back to him and his question that remains unanswered. You feel a little nervous bringing up what you were thinking about. But the two of you have been together for almost 3 years. You should be able to bring it up to him.

Swallowing your slight nerves, you finally speak. “Was just… thinking about the future…”

His answering smile is warm and gentle and you feel like the world could crumble around you and you would be safe here in his arms. “I hope I’m there.” 

Giggling, you press a kiss to his lips. “Of course. I can’t imagine a future without such a handsome man on my arm while I attend extravagant parties and get all the jealous stares to be dating someone so much younger than me.”

Gasping with as much drama as you expect from him, Seokjin falls onto his back, hands clutched over his chest. “I can’t believe this! The truth has finally come out! You’re only with me for my youthful looks!”

Fond smile growing, you settle your hand over his as he continues a dramatic monologue about the ultimate betrayal. You wish he would listen to you about changing his major. You know he’d love being an acting major much more than he currently is in his business major classes. A major he’s in only to appease his family. 

Finally tired of his dramatics, you lean up and press a kiss to his lips, effectively silencing him. “I love you,” you murmur against his lips. 

 You wonder when he changed his degree. Or if he ever did. You know plenty of people who go into acting without the degree and Seokjin certainly had the inherent talent to do it. It would be easy to verify if you just looked him up. Someone who’s so in the spotlight now would certainly have his degree information online. But you don’t want to do that. You wonder how invasive that must be. Although you and Hoseok are beginning to get that popular too, you wonder if those sorts of things will begin to happen to you. You can’t imagine you’d be very interesting to follow around. 

Truthfully, you don’t know what would be worse in regards to the fate of Seokjin’s degree. If he had done what you had told him all along and changed his major after you two broke up, or if he had decided to follow his dreams even if he didn’t have the degree for it. It’s undeniable that it hurts either way. The first time you’d seen him in a trailer had sent you spiraling in a way that you hadn’t since the breakup. 

 There’s a pounding at the door, but you can’t find it in yourself to get off the couch. The TV is still on the channel it had been on last night and you’re still sat in the same place as then. Honestly, you only know that it’s at least morning because there’s light streaming in through the windows and when you had seen the trailer it had definitely been evening. 

You had been watching some show, whatever you landed on first that seemed at least mildly entertaining, while eating dinner. A quick break from the sketches that are scattered across your coffee table. Sketches that could lead to your first big contract.  

But your peaceful and exciting night of work had been interrupted when you’d seen a preview for a new drama. A new drama with Kim Seokjin. It had been crushing to see. You had been telling him to do that for so long. To the point that it became one of the contributing factors in your seemingly inevitable breakup. 

It seems then that the problem was never with whether or not he would follow his dreams after graduation. It was just if you would be there with him. You cried when you saw it, a vice of bitterness around your heart that while you don’t get to celebrate with him, you’re so happy that he’s doing what he loves. You’re fairly certain you stopped sometime around midnight, though the night was a little hazy as your thoughts circled around one thing. How he hadn’t wanted you there with him.

The banging at your door stops at some point, though you don’t know how long they kept it up for. And then your door is suddenly being shoved open, banging against the wall and there’s two sets of footsteps moving quickly into the apartment. You hear a muffled ‘fuck’ and then you’re being enveloped in a hug. 

It takes only a moment for you to realize who it is, the orange-y scent of Jimin’s favorite cologne washing over you. Your breath stutters then, it hurts to breathe so you bury your face in his chest and his arms tighten around you. He murmurs comforting words and someone else sits behind you, hand gently rubbing your back. 

Eventually, you calm down and you pull away to give Jimin a weak smile, one that you direct to Hoseok as well when you see him behind you. Jimin returns with a pained smile of his own. 

“You saw, huh?” You nod and Jimin sighs. “I had hoped that you wouldn’t see it last night. It’s what I was planning to tell you at dinner tonight. So you could be prepared for it. I’m so sorry I waited to tell you.”

You shake your head quickly. “No, you have nothing to apologize for.” You rub your neck. “I… I didn’t think I would react quite like this… It’s been 3 years. You worked so hard to help me out of that dark place-”

Jimin puts a hand over your mouth, cutting you off. “No, you worked hard to get yourself out of that dark place. I was just there to hold your hand. It was a tough breakup. It’s understandable if there’s occasionally things that bring that heartache back up.”

You nod slowly, not fully believing his assertion that he just held your hand post break up. You probably would’ve dropped out of university after the breakup if you hadn’t met Jimin. You look between him and Jimin. “H-how did you know to come?”

Hoseok gives a sheepish grin. “You didn’t show up to work and I got worried. I texted Jimin on my way here and he seemed to know exactly what had happened.”

“Now that we’re here. How about I go get all of us some junk food and you two find something trashy for us to binge?”

 After that, it got much easier to see him on your screen. Or on screens in the train stations. Or plastered on ads and billboards. 

It helped you actually, to finally, truly move on from him. A sort of immersion therapy to numb you to his face. You didn’t need him to be happy. You loved your budding design business with Hoseok, clubbing with Jimin, dating both casually and more seriously. It all got easier with time and you’re grateful for the friends that you have. Your friends have always been there for you, even back then. 

 Your first birthday after the breakup was rough. Seokjin always planned something elaborate and thoughtful. There would be none of that this year. You went to work in the morning, gave your coworkers a fake smile as they wished you a happy birthday with a cupcake in the breakroom before you opened the cafe. It was sweet of them to do, but the breakup was still far too recent for you to truly enjoy anything like this. 

Jimin had night classes so you would have the evening alone. You at least had your own room now instead of sleeping on Jimin’s couch in his old apartment. You had protested his plan to move to a two bedroom apartment for you both to share so you could have your own space. You knew on your meager wages you’d never be able to help with rent at such a large place. You and Seokjin had barely been able to afford your studio together.

But Jimin insisted. He had more than enough to cover rent and you could just save your money. Or buy groceries and cook. He hated cooking, could do it just fine but was too impatient for it. It seemed like incredibly inadequate compensation for him giving you a place to live, but he just smiled and said that’s what friends do for each other. You had cried and he teased you afterward and then made you buy him ice cream. But you agreed to moving and letting him help. 

And it was nice to have your own room. It was great to live with Jimin. He was the sweetest and seemed to always know exactly what you needed. Hoseok visited often too, though you don’t know if he was coming to see you or Jimin more some days, and the three of you worked hard to get through your last year of university. Together. 

But with Jimin in classes tonight, the apartment would be empty. You didn’t really feel like cooking either. So you’d probably just have some ramen. If you could even be bothered to eat to begin with. You freeze when you get to your floor, brows knit in confusion when you see a beautiful bouquet of red and yellow lilies, interspersed with sheep sorrels. The vase is a glossy deep blue, splashes of purples and pinks and speckles of white paint of soft starry night. 

You wonder who they’re for. They must have been left at the wrong door. You carefully look through the petals for a card, finding the glossy little square quickly. Tears gather in your eyes when you see the little cartoon cat head sketched into the blank area of the card. It’s a little cruder than you’re used to seeing, the ear slightly misshapen, the cheeks a little too chunky, the lines a little unsure. 

But it’s unmistakably Yoongi’s cat doodle. Meaning he must have dropped these off for you, even though you and Seokjin have broken up. And you’re not even sure if he knew where your new place was. You’d have to thank him soon for them. It makes the day a little less rough to have something so pretty. To know someone was thinking of you.

 You never did get the chance to thank him properly for the gift. At least directly. You’d taken him a coffee, a few days later, as thanks. He’d looked a little confused but never questioned or made you say anything out loud. Which you’re grateful for. Just because you and Seokjin split up, didn’t mean you and Yoongi couldn’t still be on friendly terms. Though you haven’t properly talked to him in quite a while. Maybe you should ask him to meet up soon. See how he’s been doing. 

But even with all the progress you’ve made and all that your friends have done for you, you still have the occasional bad day. Looking back on it, it had been years since you had one that affected you enough that you had to take off work specifically in regards to Seokjin. You’re really not sure what made it seem like the beach, this beach was the best place to go. But there was just something that called you here. 

For as painful as the breakup was, Seokjin was your first love. He was amazing while you were together. Always loving and supportive. Even when things started to fall apart.

 With a groan, you push the apartment door open, giving a harder shove when it gets jammed. Like it always does and your landlord refuses to do a thing about it. The lights are off when you finally get the door shut and your heart sinks. Seokjin was supposed to be home. You haven’t seen him for more than a few minutes in the last week. This was going to finally be the night you spent together. Throwing your bag down, you flick the lights on, seeing the cramped studio apartment is indeed empty. You pull your phone out, seeing if maybe he just ran out for something or if he was running late, but there’s nothing. 

You try not to let your disappointment consume you and instead grab your sketchbook from the shelf and decide to get some sketches done while you wait, hoping, probably vainly, that Seokjin will be back soon. 

You jerk awake to the sound of the door slamming and when you blink blearily at the clock, it’s nearly midnight. You turn to watch as Seokjin kicks his shoes off, weariness written in his posture. 

“Hey,” you croak and Seokjin gives no indication that he heard you. “Where were you?”

Seokjin straightens and sighs before turning to you. There’s a dead look in his eye that you’ve never seen before, let alone had directed at you. “Out.”

For all that you had been sad or worried, anger and confusion surges through you at his complete disregard. “Out? You could’ve texted. We were supposed to have a night in together.”

His jaw tightens and he drops his bag beside yours before moving towards the bathroom, the only place in this shithole with a door. “I had to study.”

And before you can say anything else, the bathroom door is slammed shut behind him. You stare at it incredulously. He can’t be serious. You’re just as stressed as he is. Finals are creeping in and along with that is planning for senior year. At the rate you’re going, summer is going to be unbearable. 

 You sigh, shaking the memories away. You don’t want to dwell on the bad anymore. Even if the breakup was crushing, the good times were amazing. With the sun finally below the horizon, the moon takes its place, casting cool white light across the beach. And with it, comes the peace of being alone. You let the sound of the waves lull your thoughts to silence.

But the sound of footsteps pulls your attention, confused because the beach is basically deserted at this time, the chill brought in with the moon driving most people inside. Your breath catches in your throat when you see Seokjin standing not far from you. The wind blows his hair from his face and he looks tired. A little older, but still just as handsome as he was in university.

There’s no way that this is happening. You must be dreaming. That’s right. This is just another dream. A weird continuation of the one from a couple of days ago. Seokjin isn’t really here. Not at the same time as you. Not when there’s no one around. Not when your heart feels vulnerable and you can admit that you maybe really, really miss him. Sometimes.

But the chill from the wind feels real. The wood biting into your palms where your grip has tightened on the bench feels real. He looks real and handsome and devastating. Every bit like the man who stole your heart in high school and broke it in college. Who loved to make sure his loved ones were always laughing. Who had such a flair for dramatics that it was never a surprise that he’s such a popular and talented actor. 

The jacket wrapped around his shoulders is unmistakably yours. A silly, casual design that you had done but never put into a collection cause there was never one it fit. You had sewn it on a whim, the idea eating away at you until you made it, settled the itch in your fingers. There’s only one way that Seokjin could’ve gotten that.

Hoseok. 

Have they been talking more than Hoseok let on?

Seokjin hasn’t noticed you yet and you’re wondering if you’d be able to slip away without having him notice you when he turns and freezes. He seems just as surprised and blindsided to see you as you are to see him. You stare at each other and it feels like an eternity and a million conversations pass between you both. He swallows and closes the short distance between you both and tentatively takes a seat beside you. 

He looks nervous when he turns towards you. Clearing his throat after a moment, he sticks his hand out, tentative smile on his face. “Hi, I’m Kim Seokjin.”

You almost laugh. It’s such a him thing to do. As if you would ever forget him. Seokjin left a scar on your heart, you’d carry a little piece of him for the rest of your life.

But the introduction feels like more than a way to break the tension. There’s a question hiding in his innocuous words. Is this okay? Can I be here? Can we be in each other’s lives again? 

Most importantly, it feels like a fresh start. A new chapter. You and Seokjin are different people now. You’re both successful. You’ve grown, matured, learned. You’re no longer the starry-eyed, hopeful kids in college. Full of dreams and hopes, but with so little experience. 

Who knows, maybe there won’t even be romantic feelings between you anymore. Maybe you’ll just end up friends. 

But maybe this new start is what you both need. The sun may have set on your relationship in the past, but maybe it was just what you both needed to let the sun rise now. Something new, and exciting, but still a little bit familiar. 

You take his hand with a smile. “Hi, Kim Seokjin. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

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Hi!! May I request a dadneto fic of them calling each other dad and son for the first time? 🥰

Of course my love I’m a total sucker for dadneto. ❤️❤️❤️ I hope you enjoy

Dad.

Summary: Peter didn’t need a dad and he was sure Erik didn’t want a loser like him for a son. His father had already had the perfect family and had them snatched from him. Peter like he usually is was wrong.

Warnings: Peter has low self worth and anxiety. There’s a bit of angst but nothing heart wrenching. I don’t even think I cursed this time but I might have.

Pairing: there isn’t one just some good old fashioned father, son bonding. Maybe Cherik if you squint and turn your head to the left.

Words: 1408

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Peter had been avoiding Erik like the plague since the older mutant had moved into the school to help with construction. Peter may be twenty seven but telling someone they missed out on twenty seven years of their child’s life wasn’t an easy thing to do. Peter knew if he couldn’t tell the man at the end of the world then it probably wasn’t going to happen.

His issue was he had already opened his fat mouth to Raven who kept trying to trap them in a room alone together. She had even gotten Charles in on it. Sure Erik had a right to know he had another child but it shouldn’t be Peter's responsibility to inform the man he had a child much less adult twins. His mother had really dropped the ball on that one.

Peter was content to just continue living his life as if everything was the same as always. He didn’t need a dad, he was a grown ass man at this point. He was afraid the information would only make Erik even more depressed. He had seen a picture of Nina in his snooping and he had determined that the tiny girl was everything he wasn’t.

She was beautiful with a tiny freckled nose and big blue eyes. She couldn’t be a loser like her big brother who up until a couple of months ago had still been living in his mother’s basement. Why would Erik want someone like him in his life much less as a son.

“Peter you’re spiraling” The professor's voice echoed through his head and Peter groaned frustrated. He pounded on his ear like he had water caught inside.

“Peter you should tell him I can be there with you if you’d like” The professor's meddling voice came again causing Peter to lose that round of Ms. Pac-Man.

“You see Professor, I would do that but I know he doesn’t want a loser basement dweller for a kid.” Peter shot back turning up his music even louder letting the voice of his generation sweep over him. David Bowie was a king and nobody could tell him otherwise.

“Peter, you aren’t a loser, you took on Apocalypse by yourself and lived to tell about it, rather loudly I might add. You also are starting a teaching position here in the fall. You are such a good kind hearted person don’t degrade yourself that way.” Charles scolded. This was an ongoing argument between the two men and it never seemed to change his mind.

“I mean, is a P.E. Teacher even a real teacher Professor?” Peter asked.

“Physical Education is a very important role in children’s lives”Charles retorted to the unconvinced twenty-something. Peter could feel the frustration bubbling up inside him. He jerked in surprise when his watch that was laying on the side table forgotten began to vibrate. He snatched it clasping it around his wrist taking deep even breaths just trying to calm down.

So he inherited more than just the x-gene from his father. He had a secondary mutation, that was just great. He would have to be even more cautious than he already was. He knew Raven would try to trigger this in front of Erik if she found out. Which she would with her brother being a freaking mind reader.

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“I need all staff members to my office for a staff meeting” Charles' voice echoed loudly in his head. He zipped to the office finding that Charles and Erik were already there. He should have taken his time and the tension could be cut with a knife.

“Peter, how are you? I haven’t seen you around much” Erik greeted the silver haired mutant politely.

“Oh you know I’ve just been around” Peter waved him off and he could feel the professor’s eyes burning into him like Scott’s lasers.

“Peter did you know that Erik will be staying on a our new foreign language professor?” Charles asked and Peter could once again feel the frustration start to bubble up.

“Really? I thought the government gave you an island or something?” Peter asked pointedly, ignoring the professor’s smug grin.

“Well I decided that I should stay, one thing apocalypse was right about was mutants needing to stick together” Erik explained and Peter was suddenly regretting taking this job.

“Isn’t it delightful Erik is fluent in so many languages German, Russian, French, Spanish, and even Polish. Peter isn’t your mother originally from the Ukraine?” Peter wanted to glare at the older man but couldn’t...not without giving himself away at least.

“No she’s originally from Poland she moved to the Ukraine after being liberated with my ciotka” Peter bit out unknowingly feeding Erik valuable information.

“You are Jewish?” Peter wanted to run, he supposed he had Jewish blood he had known his father was Jewish.

“Romani” Peter answered shortly, trying to hint that he didn’t want to talk about it. He also wasn’t technically lying to be Jewish your mother technically had to be Jewish.

“And your last name is Maximoff?” Peter could feel the anxiety build up in his throat cursing his seventeen year old self for dropping the fact that his mother quote “knew someone who could control metal”.

Erik began staring hard at the boy taking in his features. He began to see a resemblance to Magda, his ex wife. He tried to explain it away he was probably Marya’s child, but how likely was it that Marya would give birth to a child with a mutation. He knew that Django and her husband didn’t have any mutation that he knew about.

Erik’s calculating gaze only served to push Peter that much closer to an anxiety attack. He could feel his already swift heart rate pick up even faster with his emotions. He could feel the cool metal of the watch hum and he fought the anxiety. The last thing Peter needed was to give Erik another clue. Controlling metal would be like a neon sign yelling I’m your son.

“Your mother was her name Marya or Magda?” Erik asked, still studying the nervous man. With his mother’s name all the metal in the professor’s office began to hum and vibrate. Peter began internally cussing as Erik’s eyes went wide. He started to bolt out the door but was held in place by his watch and the zipper on his jacket.

“Peter” was all Erik could say and suddenly Peter began to wonder if the professor hadn’t called the staff meeting and only let him and Erik know. That was something he should have expected from Raven not the professor. It seemed being a meddling meddler ran in their family.

“Uh yeah?” He nervously rubbed the back of his neck trying to get the metal in the room to stop vibrating.

“Your mother, her name was Magda” Erik remarked, it was a statement not a question. He couldn’t help but wish the Wanda was here with him. She had always been the smarter twin.

“Ummm yeah” he confessed. Erik’s face looked like a cross between anguish and pure joy. Anguish that he had missed so much of his child’s life and joy that he had been reunited with said child. This was Anya’s baby brother and Nina’s elder brother. Erik knew that he would protect Peter with all of his might from now on. Erik would not waste another moment.

“My son” Erik’s voice was thick with emotion as he started down his adult child. Peter went to look at Charles for help but cursed when he saw that the wheelchair bound man had excused himself without Peter or Erik noticing.

Erik staggered forward wrapping his arms around the man and Peter melted. Peter may not have needed a father but that wasn’t to say he didn’t want one. He had always craved male companionship, he had always looked forward to visiting his aunt and uncle as a child. This was different though this man was his father, something his uncle Django tried to be for him but never really could. Erik’s hug was warm and safe and strong and he suddenly felt like he was fifteen years old again.

“Dad,” he muttered, finally squeezing the older man back fighting back tears. He had thought Erik would be angry, that he would think that Peter was trying to replace Nina. Erik wasn’t angry though, Erik was relieved he had his family. His family might not be whole but at least he had part of it.

“You have my mother’s eyes” Erik informed him, as he pulled back to further examine Peter’s face. Peter had always thought that his eyes were a dull brown, he had always wished they were bright like his mother and sister’s were. He supposed this was better, if he had his grandmother's eyes that meant that a part of her lived on.

Peter knew that he needed to inform Erik of Wanda, but that could wait a few more moments. For now all Peter wanted to do was soak in his father’s acceptance and love at least for a moment

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