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bts-roses · 4 years ago

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Spilling Coffee | 3

➼ summary: You’ve always prided yourself in being a naturally graceful and reliable person. So an internship at BigHit seemed like a walk in the park. That is, until a certain goof slide-kicks you off your feet and makes your life a whole lot harder.

Namjoon is a misunderstood klutz and y/n thinks too much.

➼ pairing: idol!namjoon x reader

➼ genre: fluff, angst (i’m sorry!!!), idolverse

➼ word count: 2,900

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You know, Namjoon is certain that he isn’t as clumsy as people make him out a bit. Is he prone to falling over every once in a while? Sure, who wasn’t? But he was sure that he’s not the stumbling fool that people make him out to be.

That was, until he met you.

After coffee incident #2, you started becoming less nervous and more acquainted with him. (Your little crush on the idol has also grown exponentially, but let’s just forget that.) At last, the days of you running away from him were in the past.

It was a few months into your internship that you noticed the changes. Panicked glances evolved into acknowledging smiles in the hallways. Running away from attempts at greetings turned into comfortable small talks in the elevator. Your fear of a certain man jumped into a fondness for a man you could call an acquaintance.

But one thing never changed: Namjoon was still a clumsy piece of shit.

You giggle silently in the meeting room when you make sudden eye contact with Namjoon, who was trying to hide the newly broken water glass, across the room. He shakes his head and starts quietly laughing, exchanging knowing glances with you every so often.

“Okay,” Your boss starts, “Here are the statistics of last year’s sales growth. As you can see...”

The project Mrs Lee was talking about to you was the plannings of the merchandise for BTS’ world tour in the upcoming month, hence the group’s presence in the meeting. Your dedication to your work scored you the temporary role of your boss’ assistant for the duration of the project. You would be lying if you said you weren’t enjoying every single minute of it. Of course, you still had to go on coffee runs and so on but you just knew, Mrs Lee was finally warming up to you.

“I don’t know what to do with this.” Namjoon groans, holding the broken glass in his hand. The meeting was finally over.

“Put it in the bin, you dummy.” You point out, chuckling at his antics.

You don’t notice him smiling at the sound of your laughter. There’s a moment when you are waiting for the elevator doors to open that’s silent. He glances down at you humming a familiar tune and his heart warms at the sight.

“How has your day been?” He starts, making his way into your usual small talk.

“Better now that I’ve seen you break that glass.” You point towards his hands, giving him a mischievous nudge.

“I don’t even mean to do these things you know.” He pouts, “I don’t know why it’s always me.”

You both walk into the square room, shoulders brushing against each other. You smell his scent, loving the way it fills up all of your senses. You unconsciously grin. The pair of you continue your small talk.

These little moments always make your week. You liked learning small trivial bits about him no one else knew. You liked hearing him talking about his day, listening to the passion in his voice when he talks about his fans. Every time you feel yourself falling harder after every word exchanged. You crave more.

Before the conversation can get any deeper, you reach the floor he is needed on. A place where you don’t belong.

“That’s me.” He simply says, turning to give you a little grin.

You hum in response, trying to hide the disappointment in your voice. That’s all these moments are: little. Insignificant.

“I’ll see you around okay?” He states, walking backwards without any caution.

Before the doors fully close, you catch him tumbling down on his ass. The ends of your mouth turn upwards and you roll your eyes. He’s so stupid.

Namjoon gets up once he can no longer see you. Turning around with a small spring in his step and a smile permanently plastered on. Maybe walking backwards isn’t the best idea, but Namjoon begs to differ if he can catch just another glimpse of your face.

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Namjoon feels his life rush by, not even realising a week has already passed because he’s been mostly locked up inside his studio. He just cannot finish this song. It’s been driving him nuts. There’s just one part that’s missing and he’s been pulling his hair to figure out what it was. Deciding it was best to go get fresh air, he leaves his studio.

On his way out, his heartbeat accelerates when he notices you walking nearby, holding a brown envelope. Without thinking about it, he starts dashing towards you with a smile. Your eyes move towards the sudden motion and they brighten up at the sight of him.

“Hi.” He breathlessly greets.

“Hi.” You reply, mirroring his big grin. God, you’re so cute.

“Uh, you off somewhere?” Namjoon asks.

“I was actually looking for you.”

“M-me?” He stutters, “why?”

He watches your arm move forward to give the envelope to him. He grabs it and looks up at you in confusion.

“Mrs Lee told me to give it to you. I don’t know what it is.” You explain, a pause, “well, I’ll get going now.”

Quickly, you stop moving when you feel his warm hand wrapped around your wrist. You look down, admiring how big his hands were compared to yours.

“No!” He exclaims, “I mean, um, do you want to see my studio? It’ll only take a minute, if you’re not busy?”

“Sure.” You agree thinking he just being nice, you were done for the day anyways.

You look around his studio, smiling at the warm and cozy feeling it radiated. The boy gestures for you to sit down on the couch while he moved to sit on his office chair. Sitting down in his studio, he suddenly felt self-conscious. You guys have never sat down and talked before. Your conversations always occurred when you both were walking places and they normally were cut off short. Now you were both alone in a room. His palms started sweating at the thought.

“I haven’t been seeing you around much.” You point out, trying to fill the silence in the room.

He frowns at the realisation. The man hasn’t seen you all week. He’s missed you.

“Yeah. I’ve been in here working. Guess I got too into it.” He admits, looking down at his lap.

You nod in understanding. It goes quiet again. Glancing up at his face you can tell that he hasn’t been getting rest and you frown at the thought. For the past few months BTS was supposed to be having a small break but you guess that they still must’ve been working hard. Even more so with the tour coming up. You look at the time. It’s just turned six. He should go home, you think. Before you get up and leave, hoping that gives him the opportunity to get sleep, he opens his mouth.

“How was your day?” He asks, an expression you can’t read on his face.

Great. Small talk. Again.

“It was alright.” You smile politely, “And yours?”

“It’s been fine.” He says, not knowing why the conversation was dying all of a sudden. It normally flows automatically.

Feeling awkward, you take in his appearance: he’s dressed comfortably in an expensive hoodie and loose pants. Because of his importance, he doesn’t really have a dress code and he can wear what he wants. You would be killed if you came into work so casual like that. You compare his attire to yours. Dressed in the uncomfortable second-hand dress you had to sew so it could fit, you think to yourself. You don’t belong here.

“So...” He begins, “are you hungry? I can order some food here.”

Your face turns in confusion at the randomness of his suggestion.

“Do you not wanna go home or something? Or are you not still working?” You query, looking at his computer with his song on.

Namjoon follows your eyes and turns back to see his computer. He sighs, “Nah I’m having a bit of a block right now and frankly, I’m starving.”

“As long as I’m not intruding, then sure.” You comply, secretly wanting more time with him.

“Great,” he reaches for his phone, “We should get some pizza, I know a really nice place that makes the best Hawaiian pizza.”

“You’re disgusting.” You unconsciously remark. Your eyes widen at your sudden outburst.

The man turns back puzzled, “Excuse me?”

He gazes at your face bursting out in laughter and he can’t help but to join in, realising the reason for you unexpected insult. He stands up from his chair, moving to tower over your sitting figure in attempt to intimidate.

“Does my pizza preferences not please you, Miss L/n?” He jokes, drowning in the sound of your giggles.

When he sits down next to you, you push him with in feigned repulsion. “Of course you would like pineapple on pizza.” You tease.

“Hey! What’s that supposed to mean?” He fakes his hurt, “Trust me, the pineapple pizza from this place will be the best pizza you’ll ever try.”

“Alright, bet.” You challenge.

After eating (turns out you still didn’t like the combo, as expected), the two of you fell back into a comfortable conversation, discussing anything and everything that came into mind from your favourite type of ice cream to his past lovers. Inwardly, he feels shock when you tell him that you never had dated seriously before. Regardless, he was utterly charmed by you, hanging on every single word that came out of your mouth. He likes the fact that you had similar values as him and he could only gape in awe when you passionately talk about the different political and social views that he was also enthusiastic about. But he additionally adores how you both had different tastes in certain aspects and he valued the fact that he could learn new things about life from you. He smiles to himself. It’s as if you are each other’s counterpart: your personalities blending almost perfectly together. He realises that this was the first ever in-depth conversation between the two of you and he could only hope it wasn’t the last. He wanted more.

You both don’t even notice the time flying by, even when the digital clock strikes midnight.

“Do you believe love can be formulated?” Namjoon queries, his head resting on the palm of his hand.

“Formulated?” you affirm, he nods his head.

“Like you can force it.” He explains, silently loving the way your face looks when you look curious, “I came across this thing where it was like, 36 questions to fall in love.”

“Oh, I’ve seen that.” you comment, “Do you think it works?”

“I’m not sure. Do you?”

“I feel like it could. The questions are supposed to make you vulnerable to the other person,” You justify, “And isn’t that what love is about? Being vulnerable and trusting to a person?”

His eyes soften at the sight of you and he couldn’t help but to request, “Should we try a question?”

You feel your heart going off again. Trying your hardest to not overthink his question, you attempt to casually say, “Okay.”

Namjoon gets his phone out and searches for the list of questions. After a minute, he decides on asking the very last question, thinking it was the most interesting to discuss.

“Right, remember we have to be 100% honest.” He continues when you nod your head, “ We have to share a personal problem and ask the other’s advice on how they would handle it. We also have to ask each other how you think the other is feeling about the problem.”

“You just had to choose the longest one didn’t you?” You tease lightheartedly, chuckling along with him before going quiet to start thinking of what to say.

“Should I go first?” He asks, the atmosphere turning serious.

“If you want.” You stare at him, giving him your undivided attention.

“Right, so um, you might think it’s really stupid or something.” He insecurely says, regretting his suggestion.

Quickly you dismiss his worries and you hold his unoccupied hand without thinking. When he looks up he meets your eyes.

“We have to be vulnerable, remember?” You kindly encourage.

“Okay.” He pauses, glancing at you before starting.

“Sometimes, I feel like I don’t deserve all of this.” He gestures around him, “All of this recognition, all of the people around me, all of the money. People looking up to me. Being people’s role models. Sometimes it feels as if I’m not right for that role. And I know, it’s so stupid because I worked so damn hard to be where I am now and I’ve went through so much shit, I know that. But I just can’t help but to doubt myself, you know? Last year it was all I could think about. It’s gotten better now but once in a while it crosses my mind. Like, am I actually deserving of all of this love?”

The distress on his face causes your heart to twist. He sits there defenceless, all his walls broken down. He’s so painfully beautiful. Stillness lingers the room.

Namjoon silently winces at the silence, he looks up at your face, about to dissolve his speech.

“You deserve to be loved.” You wholeheartedly whisper.

You grab his slightly shaky hands and earnestly gaze into his eyes. His heart starts pounding against his rib cage. Suddenly, all he can think about is what it would feel like to feel your love.

“You deserve to be loved.” You repeat, “Everything you have right now, no one else deserves it more than you. I know I can’t fully understand how you feel but I know that your work makes people feel things and for that, you have the right to be loved. As for my advice, I would say to think about any moments, no matter how small, from when you do feel deserving and don’t be shy to ask for some validation once in a while. But I’m just glad you don’t feel this way as much now.”

Before you process it, his arms wrap tightly around your shoulders, “Thank you, y/n.”

“It’s no problem. And, I don’t know if it’ll make you feel better, but when we talk you never fail to make me smile. So if you’re ever doubting yourself, at least you know that you make a positive impact on someone.” you say into his chest, smiling fondly.

Slowly moving away from you, he looks down at your face inches away from his- the glow from his computer screen illuminating your features. You’re absolutely breathtaking. Slightly intimidated by his intense gaze and embarrassed by your confession, you move away swiftly.

“My turn.” you point out, cheeks slightly flushed from the intimacy, “It’s kinda funny. I feel like it’s the opposite of yours.”

You laugh a bit and the man beside you gives you a questioning look. The raw air in the room encourages you to open up.

“I’m scared that I’ll never be loved.” you meekly say, “I know I’m only in my early 20s but the thought of ending up alone terrifies me. A-and it sucks because I feel like I have so much love to give but no one to give it to. I’ve always been a hopeless romantic so I’ve always dreamt of being in love. I think I’m tired of being alone. I just want someone’s love. So, what’s your advice for that?” You joke, trying to lighten the mood.

Without warning, you feel his hand on the back of your neck, which ushers you forward until your lips touch. Your eyes close at the soft feeling of his full lips that were starting to move feverishly against yours. When you wrap your arms around his neck, he lets out a content hum, letting his arms fall around your waist. He kisses you deeper after you grant his tongue access past your lips and you feel your whole body on fire from the contact.

It was when you felt your lungs begging for oxygen that you broke the kiss with your eyes still shut- trying to savour the moment. Opening your eyes, you look up at the man in front of you. He has a glimmer in his eyes and a smile breaks out onto his face.

“Take mine.” He responds to your question. You feel his breath on your nose, “Take my love.”

A strange feeling builds up in your chest. You imagine going on dates with him outside, the sun glistening on his tan skin. You imagine countless late night conversations like this one. You imagine how much your parents would adore him when he comes to visit. You imagine endlessly kissing him. The feeling bursts throughout your body.

You’re starting to fall in love with him.

Then your mind does the thing it does best: overthink. Alarmed at the sudden panic in your face, Namjoon starts to reach out to you and, for the first time in a while, you run away.

And all he can do is helplessly watch you leave.

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a/n hello! it’s been a while. thank you for reading, i rlly hope you’ve enjoyed!

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solastia · 5 years ago

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Sanctuary | 1

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x F!Reader

Word Count: 2,500

Summary: Your bed & breakfast has a new regular...Jeon Jungkook of BTS

A/N: So, yes it’s going to be a bit cheesy. Yes, it’s cliche. Yes, there’s a typical noona plot that’s a running theme for Jungkook. But this was literally requested and I decided that I wanted to try my hand at it. Let me know what you think. This first chapter is a little dry, imo, but it’s just a building chapter so hopefully you stick with it. Also, yes, they are speaking in Korean. I am not going to write in romanized because I hate that, and I’m not going to type in Korean then post translations at the end because I also hate that. Just imagine they are speaking in Korean to each other lmao.

There had been no warning that your life was about to change. No unusual weather, no ambiguous fortune in a tasteless cookie, no strange feeling swirling in your gut. You’d gotten up at your usual time, eaten your usual bowl of cereal while catching up on your emails since you didn’t have any guests to cook for, and now you were taking the dog for a walk - all without a speck of difference from the numerous days before.

This was why you were so unprepared to see huge frightened eyes pleading you for something from behind your enormous mountain lilac shrub once you’d arrived back to your bed & breakfast. So unprepared that you let out an undignified squeal and nearly slipped right onto your ass.

Your golden retriever, Thor, was surprisingly calm and simply sniffing at the person with his tail wagging slightly. Of course, he was literally trained for this as he was your emotional support animal. He was most likely waiting for the person to give him permission to come closer.

“What are…” you began to question, only to be interrupted by the strange sound of multiple running feet and the high-pitched screaming of a group of people.

A terrified whimper came from the violet-flowered shrub when the voices got closer, and you began to see pieces of the puzzle coming together.

“Guard,” you whispered to Thor, who quickly turned and plopped down in front of the bush, blocking the person from anyone’s sight.

The group finally rounded the corner and you were shocked to see a huge crowd of mostly females with one or two guys, all wild-eyed and panting from running. One of them, a young girl with a camera looped around her neck and what looked like a BT21 hoodie, spotted you and waved.

“Excuse me! Have you seen a guy run past here? Tall with brown hair, wearing a black face mask and a black hoodie?”

You pretend to think. “Oh, him? Yeah, I just saw him get into a cab. Said he was going to Passionfish, I think.”

The girl’s face lights up. “Oh!! The restaurant! Maybe he’s meeting up with the rest of the guys! Thanks!”

“No problem. What’s the big deal though? He steal something?”

She giggles, the shrillness piercing your ears. “As if he would. I guess you’re too old to know, but he’s famous. I’m totally going to get him to see me and I bet he’ll want to talk to me.”

Ah. One of those.

“Oh, cool. Good luck with that.”

The herd runs off, their ringleader now talking on the phone and probably trying to get a ride to the restaurant. You shake your head and head towards the bush, patting Thor on the head for a job well done.

“I think it’s safe to come out now.”

It takes a few seconds but you finally hear a rustling as the person works their way out of the branches and…

Oh.

Oh wow.

You’d thought your bush dweller to be any number of things. A punk hiding from someone he stole from. Someone getting bullied. Maybe some random famous golfer that stupidly walked too far away from his entourage.

Instead, you had Jeon Fucking Jungkook standing there looking bashful and ethereally beautiful next to the purple flowers like he’d just walked straight out of one of your dreams. Jeon Jungkook looking down at you with his hair being gently ruffled by the ocean air, his face mask drawn past his chin so you can see him clearly. Jeon Jungkook in front of your house in Pacific Grove of all places.

You sneakily pinch yourself, hissing as your nails dig into your skin.

Okay, so you’re not dreaming.

“Thank you,” he says softly, his voice somehow even higher whenever he speaks English.

You clear your throat and bust out your admittedly rusty Korean, bowing slightly.

“You’re welcome. Are you alright?”

His face lights up and he nods briskly. “Yes. You speak Korean?”

“Enough. I’m not the most fluent, but I taught English there for three years after college. I know enough to get by.”

The long breath he releases speaks of soul-deep relief, as though you’d just personally taken away all of his worries.

“Can I use your phone? I lost mine when I was running and I got lost and couldn’t figure out where the fuck to go...I mean. Sorry.”

You smile reassuringly, “It’s cool. I totally understand. I would have freaked too if I was being chased down by a bunch of crazies and couldn’t speak the language needed to get help. Where’s your security?”

He scratches his head sheepishly, grinning a little. “Ah, I guess you know who I am if you’re asking about that.”

You shrug and pet Thor, since he kept rubbing against you and whining.

“Yeah, I saw you around while I was living there and you guys are literally everywhere now so it’s a little difficult not to know. Don’t worry, I’m not nuts and I don’t plan on telling anyone where you are or that you were even here.”

He nods in thanks, “Sometimes they let me go out without security to just sight see and stuff, you know. Take some pictures and eat some food without a bunch of people watching me. I didn’t expect so many to recognize me here.”

“I’m a little surprised too, to be honest. I’m sorry you had to go through that.”

He shrugs like it’s no big deal, but you can see that he’s still reeling.

“Anyway, come inside and you can hide out and call whoever you need to call. My name is Y/N, by the way. And yes, I’m older than you. You can call me noona if that makes you comfortable.”

You walk towards the house, suddenly curious what he thinks of it. You probably shouldn’t care if he likes it or not, but you’ve put your everything into this place. You were proud of all the work you’ve done - most of it by your own hand, even. You’d painted the walls ivory, set the stone walkway, painted and installed the sky blue shutters. Even every flower in the now blooming garden was carefully planted and grown by you.

“Welcome to Sanctuary,” you grin and open the front door for him, waving him ahead of you. He steps inside and Thor rushes past you both to head towards the backyard, probably to see if the bone he was working on earlier was still there. You shake your head and close the door behind you, slipping out of your sandals in the entryway.

You smile to yourself as you watch him kick off his shoes and set them off to the side, something you’d gotten used to doing yourself in Korea, but no other guest here has ever bothered.

You observe him as he looks around curiously, judging his every expression. So far, so good. He’s probably gotten used to high-class digs these days, but you knew your place was nice enough. It was made for comfort.

He sniffs as he looks around, his nose wiggling in a way makes you want to call him a bunny. But you don’t want to get punched so soon after meeting him, so you restrain yourself.

“Smells nice in here.”

“Thanks. It’s my own blend that I put together for this place. A bit of the ocean, a few homey baking scents...it’s an odd combo but works for the area.”

You don’t mention that you like the way he smells. A little fruity, a little powdery...it was nice.

“Oh, uh, here’s my phone. I unlocked it for you. Just relax here in the front parlor and I’ll get you something to drink. You want water, coke? Beer? I dunno...whisky?”

He giggles and accepts the phone. “Coke is fine. Thanks.”

“No problem.”

You head to the kitchen and leave him to his business, wondering if you should bring him snacks too. If you busted out your supply of banana milk and banana kicks it would probably reveal that you knew way too much about him. You settle on bringing him a plate of cookies that you’d made the night before.

You hum to yourself as you walk back to the parlor, catching him just as he’s saying goodbye to whoever he was talking to. He accepts the coke with a nod and grins as soon as he sees the plate of cookies, his impossibly wide eyes growing even larger as he looks them over. He grabs one and takes a huge bite, munching happily.

“By the way, I fixed your wallpaper.”

You startle and glance at him curiously, trying to remember what it had been. Oh…

“Yugyeom, really?”

He shakes his head at you teasingly and tosses you the phone. He’s changed the wallpaper to himself. A selfie, actually, with your window that faced the ocean sitting in the background.

“Hey, he’s adorable, okay?”

Jungkook snorts and grabs another cookie, settling into the grey couch with a sigh.

“My manager will be here in a little while to pick me up. Thanks again.”

“It’s really no problem.”

“So, you work here by yourself or…?”

“I own the place, actually. I saved up most of my pay when I was abroad and put it together with some loans and what I managed to save up over the years. Poured pretty much everything into this place. It’s modest compared to what else you can find around here, but I love it.”

He nods, “It’s nice. It feels safe here.”

You smile happily, “That’s what I’m going for. Hence the name.”

“Where did you live in Korea?”

“Busan, actually.”

He excitedly blurts out, “That’s where I’m from!”

You snort, “I know. I actually taught at Baekyang middle school. Every class liked to remind me that “Jungkook went here, did you know that.” Drove me crazy.”

He laughs, shaking his shaggy hair. “What’s your favorite place there?”

You thought for a moment. “Probably Dadaepo beach. I liked to go make a whole day of it and go bird-watching, have a picnic on the beach, just relax. I liked that it wasn’t as packed as the other places. Reminded me of my favorite place here at home, actually, so I’d usually go whenever I felt a little homesick.”

He nods, “I know the place. I like to go there and draw, sometimes. Not that I’m home much, anymore.”

“Can I ask what you’re doing here, of all places?”

He shrugs, “We were doing some work with an artist that lives around here. I can’t say what. I had some free time today, so I went exploring. I went to the Monterey Bay Aquarium because I heard they have sharks, but they didn’t. I was told I could get some good shots of the ocean here, though.”

“Ah, the great white. Poor dude died awhile ago. They still have tiger sharks and stuff, but I get it. As for pictures, try Lover’s Point Park. Best place for that, despite the name,” you laugh.

He grins and nods, taking a sip of his drink. The two of you fall into silence as you wait for his ride. You feel maybe a tad bit shy and awkward, but not too bad. He seems perfectly content sitting there, swaying side to side as though it’s impossible for him to sit still.

Thor finally comes back from his trip to the backyard, heading straight for Jungkook. He stops right in front of him and waits patiently. Jungkook smiles and holds out his hand, which Thor takes as permission to come near. He immediately plops his head onto Jungkook’s thighs, his tail wagging crazily.

“He’s so nice. What’s his name?”

“This is Thor,” you answer with a smile. “Man, he really likes you.”

Jungkook giggles and scratches Thor’s ear.

Suddenly, there’s a frantic knock on the front door. You frown slightly, sad that this has to end so quickly. You feel like you just came off as some boring old lady without a single interesting thing to say, despite the fact that you were only a few years older than him. Hardly ancient and not even near enough thirty to start panicking yet. You supposed, in the end, it doesn’t really matter. You’d never see him again. His group never even has concerts anywhere near you, so really, it doesn’t matter if you were memorable or not. You managed to give him some help when he needed it and that was enough.

He stood up slowly and shuffled towards the door, ignoring it when the knock came again. He sighed and stuffed his feet into his shoes and turned to you with a small smile.

“Thank you for your help, noona. I really appreciated it. I won’t let Manager Sejin in because I know he’ll try to make you sign stuff, but I trust you.”

“Oh, if you want me to sign something, I will.”

He shook his head. “It’s okay. I always feel weird making people do that anyway.” The knocking grows louder, making Jungkook frown at the door. “Guess I really need to go.”

“Yeah, it was nice meeting you, Jeon Jungkook.”

He grins and holds out his hand, his larger one engulfing yours completely when you accept his handshake. He bows over your connected hands.

“It was nice meeting you too, Y/N.”

He finally opens the front door himself, and you catch a glimpse of the famous Manager Sejin before Jungkook is dragging him down your stone pathway towards a tinted black SUV. You stand in the open doorway, leaning against the frame as you watch him climb in and roll down the window. He waves enthusiastically at you, smiling so much his eyes do the crinkle on the sides that never fails to make your heart flutter. You wave back despite Sejin watching you closely. You watch as the car pulls away, waiting until the last flicker of black is gone before shutting your door and leaning against it.

So...that just happened.

Your mind was trying hard to process everything. You couldn’t really figure out how you were supposed to feel. If you were some crazy fangirl you’d probably be screaming right now, but that didn’t feel right. Still...your heart was beating insanely fast, and your hands were still shaking. You’d hidden it fairly well while Jungkook had been here, but you’d gotten pretty good about hiding your anxiety over the years.

You wander back to your parlor and drop into the high-backed recliner that was your favorite, Thor promptly running over and laying his head onto your lap. You slowly comb your hands through his fur and try to calm down, focusing on your breathing and Thor’s comforting presence.

Once you were calm enough, you head to your office and lose yourself in busy work. Even though you didn’t have any guests at the moment, you still had plenty of future bookings to prepare for, and there was always paperwork to do.

You’d managed to not think about him or what had happened for a whole three hours, until your message tone beeped and you looked at your phone. There was that selfie again, with his cute smile and happy v sign...and a message from a “JK.”

JK: Hi, Y/N Noona! I sent myself a message earlier so I could thank you properly. They tracked down my phone for me! What can I do for you? Tickets? Signed something?

You: I don’t need anything. Just stay safe.

JK: I’m going to figure something out on my own then! And you can’t complain!

You: You’re very stubborn ._.

JK: I know ;)

Jk: I have to go. Hyung’s are giving me the look. Goodnight! Pet Thor for me.

You: Will do. Night.

You sigh and set down your phone, patting your cheeks, surprised and yet not to find that they are burning. You’re blushing like a middle schooler over a couple of meaningless messages! Most likely he would forget all about you by tomorrow, knowing how hectic his life is. You didn’t blame him for that, but it was sweet that he was so insistent on thanking you for something any decent person would do.

You ruffle your hair and head to the kitchen to make dinner. It was best to just get back into your routine and move on with your life. There was no chance you’d ever see Jeon Jungkook again.

#bts #bts fanfic #bts fanfiction #jk x reader #jungkook x reader #bts scenarios #jungkook scenarios #solastia #sanctuary

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chokingonpaper · 3 years ago

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Hello!! Could i get a matchup please? No need to if your too tired/busy! Sorry its pretty long ^^;

I’m Silas or Sullivan, i’m a bisexual male(he/they) who’s around 5’1”-5’2” 😔 I have short dark brown wavyish hair, brown eyes and slightly pale skin. Im pretty skinny and have elegant hands :)

Personality wise,, im an ambivert, I dont usually have a big problem talking to people but I will be shy at first. Despite being hella anxious in public im a risk taker and pretty careless, oh you dont have enough seats in your car? Thats fine i’ll go without a seatbelt drive away!~ lmao all jokes aside my love language is acts of services mainly but also kinda words of affirmation? I LOVE physical affection, give me the bare minimum and i’ll go bonkers kfjdkfjdkd. I’m a Sagittarius, I laugh at just about anything, stupid or not so uh- yeah :,) Uhh to sum it up I think im a pretty fun person and up to do just about anything.

I wear a lot of fancy-ish clothing? White button up shirt tucked into black jeans with the ever so ‘famous’ black combat boots… that I wear everywhere. Honestly I my style is a mix between dark academia and alt. I have black earrings and sharp long nails just because i thought why not,,, so now im stuck with it KDJSJDSN

I heavily enjoy camping, drawing, gaming, nature, horror and music! Drawing, gaming and music is a big part of my life since I grew up with it. Although I dont mind many things I hate loud noises, self centered people and talking about grades,, cue the mommy issues 😃 um- aside from that theres not much i dislike, I do love to cook! Im your personal chef now lol OH KDJDDN I LOVE soft things, soft+warm=top tier

I’m a big procrastinator but once i get settled to do something i’ll get so much done. Although it is a bit weird i kinda enjoy cleaning and will clean the whole house no questions asked. On the downside I have a short temper, im usually calm but I can have bursts of anger if things arent going the best hence the short temper,,, Im working on fixing it-

I dont mind children, i do quite like them as long as their pretty well behaved but im more of an animal person. I absolutely love crows/owls and dogs/cats. Uhh thats all :) sorry its so much!!!

I match you with: 📷Brian/Hoodie!📷

- Prepare to be picked up and carried everywhere, he’s extremely affectionate and he loves picking people up

- 👏hand holding👏

- He‘ll attempt to present the logical side of a decision or action to make sure you don’t get yourself hurt. He’s quite protective, so he tends to hover around you a bit

- Compliments and words of affirmation are constantly being said in this relationship

- This man is basically a huge teddy bear, you will be wrapped in a hug most of the time

- Your clothing styles are complete opposites, but if you’re ever in need of an oversized tee shirt, he’s got plenty

- He enjoys cooking as well and is more than happy to help you out in the kitchen

- You like soft and warm things? Perfect! He has a small collection of fluffy blankets and he’s naturally very warm himself, he’s practically made for cuddling!

- He’s a very calm person and doesn’t mind your short temper much. He’s patient and he’ll listen to what you have to say before trying to ease your anger

#creepypasta #creepypasta hoodie #creepypasta matchup #creepypasta matchups #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta hcs #creepypasta headcanons

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mini-moongi · 4 years ago

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For Rent || Jin

Genre: Fluff, angst, comedy(?), Jin x asexual!reader

Warnings: mentions sexy times and multiple funky fresh sex themes but no actual frisky actions cause I ain’t about that,,

Summary: Bts is a line of men who can be rented for various sexual activities. One night, Kim Seokjin hits the jackpot of being rented for a whole month. When he shows up with all of his “gear”, the last thing he expects is to become a live-in fiancé with a girl who isn’t into sex.

This is a Fem!reader

A/N: This was supposed to be a quick oneshot drabble, but it’s 3.6k words..... anyways, Happy Birthday @ahgassok !! this is for you :)

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Seokjin get’s called into the office after his latest gig. He walks in, still dressed up in a suit and tie because his client requested it, and takes a seat across from his boss.

“Seokjin, you’re really moving up the ladder these days, aren’t you?” His boss smiles warmly at all of the attention Jin has been getting. Seokjin does have to admit though, he wasn’t a popular choice on the roster when he first joined, but that doesn’t quite mean his ranks have been smooth sailing either. “I have very exciting news for you, kid.”

“What is it, Boss?” Seokjin questions. This could go in two very different directions. He was either getting promoted, or he was being sold to a bigger company.

“A client wants to rent you out for a whole month.” The big boss man is beaming to high heavens when he announces it to Seokjin. Jin’s eyes widen at the thought of someone wanting him for a whole month, let alone the sheer thought of how much that costed them was enough to send shivers down his spine.

“...what?” Jin responds as an afterthought. Most people would rent by the hour with him. This was the most common and usual source of income; Clients want a one night with no guilty conscience of the other party, and that was fine. Being rented for a few days or even a week, however, was a big deal within the group. Seokjin hadn’t ever had a client for a whole week, but his much more popular and younger coworkers had. He remembers the story Jungkook told him about being rented out to a sorority group for a week, and then being called back by them for another fun weekend in Miami.

But being rented for a whole month? And it wasn’t an already existing client, it was someone entirely new to him. The Head Honcho gives him a rundown of company manners, and Jin can only nod dumbly as he tries to soak up all of the new information. He receives the client’s list of likes and dislikes, and in a blink of an eye, he finds himself walking back out the way he came.

Taehyung is the first to approach him; it’s the next day when Jin is packing all of his clothes from the company dorms. “I heard the big news, Hyung!” Taehyung exclaims. Out of all of the members, Taehyung was the only one who’d get rented out by the months. People requested odd jobs from him. Once, he got called in to model for a magazine company and then have sex immediately afterwords with the manager. “I’m so proud,” Taehyung feigns a sob-like expression,” My Kim Seokjin is finally getting the kind of work he deserves.”

“How do you do it, Taehyung?” Seokjin continues to fold his clothes neatly into a suitcase. “I don’t even know who I’m going to be spending all of this time with. What if.. what if they turn out to be some secret trafficking network? What if I get thrown into an underground mafia cult?”

“You’ll be fine,” He pats Jin on the shoulder. “Our company holds strict regulations and runs background checks on every client. I do admit, though,” Taehyung lulls his head to one side,” clients like these are always unpredictable.”

A good night’s rest and suddenly he finds himself standing in front of the client’s door. He didn’t really know what kinds of sex toys to pack since their form was answered in the most unconventional way possible. Instead of a list of kinks and turn ons, there were written-in answers, so he only knew that she:

1. really enjoyed baking, but isn’t very good at it. He wasn’t sure if this person had a sweets kink or something, but he wasn’t going to complain about whipped cream foreplay.

2. liked a more domestic approach to love. Want’s to be called Love, Honey, sweetie, baby, etc.

and that was it. Other than her name, age, and birthday, that was it. It did say that she wasn’t a virgin, but maybe she wanted to have the “first time” experience with someone again? Jin decided to pack more normal toys, vibrators, dildos, condoms, and whatnot. Taking a deep breath, he knocks on the door.

When it opens, he sees the girl from the profile picture he was given. The reality was closing in on him that he was really going to spend a month with her. “..uh, hello, my name is Kim Seokjin, and I--” He’s caught off guard when she wordlessly takes his hand and gently pulls him inside.

Her home is relatively small, but it’s so minimalistic and clean that it looks like it came straight out of ikea. “Your profile said that you majored in acting, right?” his client asks him, and he’s suddenly scrambling to make a good impression.

“Yeah, I... I was an acting major.” He smiles at her.

She doesn’t say anything else, so he comes up to the kitchen island. Jin watches as she busies herself in the kitchen, making a milk tea of sorts. Your initial impression on him was calm and collected: you seemed neat and organized like your living space. What he notices however, is the way her hands are trembling ever so slightly as she pours the drink into two glasses. He realizes that even as sweet and pretty as she was, there wasn’t a smile. You were biting the inside of your cheek, and trying to take subtle deep breaths.

“Your name is y/n, right?” He waits for you to nod before he continues. “I don’t want to overstep any boundaries here, but,” Jin looks into y/n’s eyes,”....is there something bothering you?”

Immediately, the illusion that y/n worked really hard on started to crumble. All of the composure she had completely left her body in one shaky sigh. “I’m.. I’m so sorry I have to drag you into this.” She slides him one of the drinks as she perches herself on a nearby stool. “I know you’re supposed to be like my sexy fun time man, but I’m ace, so that’s kind of out of the question.” Y/n stares into her cup as if it was the most interesting thing in the world.

“....Then why am I here?” Jin wonders aloud. He doesn’t mind the fact that you’re not into intercourse like he is, but then again, doing the do is kind of his job.

“My dad,” y/n swallows the lump forming in her throat. “he’s started bothering me with questions about my love life. I felt bad, being in my late twenties and all, so I told him that I was engaged. Last week, he told me he wanted to meet my fiancé and that he was going to stay here for a few weeks starting next week.”

Jin stares at her in disbelief, what has he gotten himself into? “And you’re telling me that I’m.... I’m the fiancé?”

A dry laugh escapes her lips, and if it weren’t for the absurdity of the situation, Jin would tell her how pretty she was. “Yeah,” She looks at him, finally letting herself take in his features. An oversized hoodie was draped over his large body with black ripped skinny jeans hugging his legs for dear life. There isn’t a hint of anger written on his face, only a comforting (albeit a little shocked) smile. “My dad owns a pretty big company, and he recently had a near death experience. Ever since then, everyone��s been breathing down my neck making sure I was stable in every way possible. And I mean every single fucking way. ”

“Why?” Jin quips. He takes a sip out of her concoction, praying that she didn’t slip him a drug of any sort. Holy shit, it was the best thing he ever came across since discovering Jungkook’s fursona. It takes everything in him to not make some weird howl of pleasure at the utter euphoria his tastebuds were experiencing.

“So, when he inevitably passes,” she grimaces,” I’ll be able to take over. I love my old man, and I was hoping that he could retire before I see him drop dead in the middle of his office one day. He always tells me it’s harder to fall in love after people learn about what position you’re in. Hence this weird must-already-have-a-fiancé rule.” A smile barely ghosts her lips before she takes a sip of her drink,” Sorry; I’ll understand if you don’t want to have anything to do with my soap opera-esque situation.”

He quietly sips his drink, lost in this pool of new information. Surprisingly, he’s been calm this whole entire time. If he’d been thrusted into this situation years ago, he’d have flipped out in a not so good way. Thank god he found his big boy pants before this; he genuinely wanted to help y/n. She seemed to be really considerate, and he wanted to stay. At the very least, she’d probably be able to make a killer margarita with drink skills like these. “Out of the whole line-up, why’d you choose me?”

She’s stunned for a moment before replying,”Why wouldn’t I?”

“It’s just,” Jin swirls the drink with his straw,” I’m sure I wasn’t the first name to pop up on our page.”

“Oh,” Y/n tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. A light blush sweeps across her cheeks, and she clears her throat. “..Is it weird you somehow fit my ideal type? I guess if I had to pick something, it’d be the way you smile.”

The reply was so simple, and yet it struck a chord with him. Usually when he asks, they say they like his plump lips or his feet, and if he was unlucky enough, they’d tell him he was convenient. Jin chuckles,” Y/n, are you trying to flirt with me? I’m already yours, but knock yourself out, baby.”

The first few days were awkward, to say the least. Jin on the job, but not doing his job, was hard to get used to. He’d often wake up and wonder where he was, only to remember the agreement he made days ago that started it all. This morning was much like the other ones: brief seconds of confusion followed by acceptance. Y/n’s house was nice, but after his conversation, she grew a little distant; the house felt emptier when she didn’t talk to him.

Jin rolls out of his bed, and trudged into the kitchen. This morning, he woke up earlier than her. Deciding that if he was hired to be a fiancé, he was going to be the best damned fiancé that she’d ever have.

That morning was different from your usual mornings. You woke up to a sweet smell lingering in the air. In the early morning haze, you half dress yourself and wander into the kitchen area. The low sizzle of the pan greeted your ears, and Jin’s broad shoulders stood hunched over the stove. He notices your presence, and turns around with a smile, the pan still in his hands.

“Good morning, sweetheart.” He says.

“...good morning?” Your brain is still trying to wake up and process what’s happening. “Am I dreaming right now?”

The response is just lighthearted chuckle. “I’ve made pancakes, do you want some?”

You nod without hesitation. The smell had your mouth watering, and the thought of its taste was like music to your ears. He slides a plate in front of you and pulls the syrup from the fridge. You both dig in, savoring the fluffy taste of pancakes.

“You know, I’ve got to ask,” Seokjin starts,” what about the rings? We’re supposed to wear some, right?”

If you weren’t awake earlier, that question really woke your stupor. “oh.” was all that came out of you for a painfully long time. “...So you’re really okay with this?”

“It might be the weirdest job I’ve taken on, but yeah. I’m ready to fuck around if you are--- but not literally, I promise. I know how to keep my dick in my pants.” He laughs.

You’re relieved that he’s actually okay with this. The past few days, you were waiting for your proposition to sink in and see him leave whilst waving around a middle finger in the air. A breath you’ve been holding in finally came out. “Okay, I’ll go get the rings. I’ll be back in a sec.”

When you return, he’s still sitting there at the counter, patiently waiting for you. A part of you wished your past lovers were like this in real life: someone who’s this patient and kind can only be bought, you suppose. You open up the velvet box, revealing the two rings that were a part of your elaborate plan.

“May I?” Seokjin breathes out. You nod and watch him carefully pick up the ring meant for you. He stifles a laugh and clears his throat. “Miss Y/n L/n, will you marry me for like, a month?”

“Yeah,” you smile. He slips the ring onto your finger, feeling the cool metal against your skin. It’s shiny and beautiful; it’s the perfect wedding ring. Of course, you did pick it out yourself and vividly recalling sweating bullets when asked any questions regarding your marriage.

You pick up his ring and giggle a little to yourself; by Monday, you’d have to play the biggest game of pretend in your life. “Mr. Kim Seokjin, will you marry me for a month?” He gasps and fakes a shedded tear.

“I thought you’d never ask.”

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You go on multiple dates and try to fabricate your story before Monday arrives. He’s much funnier than you anticipated him being, and he’s really good company to be around. “I almost choked Jimin out for not cleaning my fucking dildos. Like, who does that to a guy who lets you borrow them in the first place?”

Your stomach hurts so bad from how much you’re laughing. Shrek 2 is playing, but it’s long forgotten as it turns into background noise. Jin relays his very bad experiences on the job, and his stories are so outlandish that you sometimes question the validity of it. “Are you kidding me? Remind me to never let him borrow my socks. I don’t trust him after everything you’ve told me.”

Jin his desperately holding back his laughter, but the dam breaks soon enough. Monday morning arrives, and exactly at 10 in the morning, the doorbell rings. You make eye contact with Jin,”It’s show time.” You whisper.

You open the door and greet your father. “Y/n! I’ve missed you so much,” he hugs you closer than before, and you can’t help but smile at your dad’s affection.

“Dad, this is my fiancé that I’ve told you about, his name is Kim Seokjin.” You watch as your old man’s face lights up, and he eagerly rushes over to him. Your father takes JIn’s hand in his and shakes it with enthusiasm. “You’ll have plenty of time to say hello.” You giggle.

After you and Jin get your father’s things settled into the guest bedroom, everything starts to sink in a little too well. Earlier you agreed that it’d “be weird if you didn’t sleep in the same bed together” and so, all of Jin’s items moved into your room, sex tools included. “What should we do about dinner? I feel like it might get weird at the table together.” He whisper-yells to you. Fear gripped onto his body,”What if I accidentally talk about Yoongi’s butt plug accident?”

It takes everything in you to not bust out in giggles right there in the guest room. “You’ll be fine, Jin,” You set the last of his things by the bedside table. “Just please, watch your mouth.”

Just as you both suspected, dinner was very awkward. “So, how did you meet my daughter?” Your dad asks as he picks away at his food.

“Oh, uh,” Jin glances over at you. There was no way to really know what you were thinking, but a subtle thumbs up soothed his worries a little. “We met at a mutual friend’s party. Yeah,” he smiles,” It was at Namjoon’s book club celebration when we first met.”

“You should’ve seen it dad. I’d have never thought that book clubs were so wild before,” you absolutely sell it to the big guy. Your elaborate stories and too accurate to be fake details worked.

The rest of dinner went smoothly, in fact, the rest of your dad’s stay was absolutely fucking perfect. Jin was able to use his PG 13 humor (re: dad puns) and fortunately, your dad likes stale jokes. Everything was going great, and you’d even convinced your dad that retirement was a good idea.... that is, until today.

“....but didn’t you say that you met at a book club?”

You looked over at Jin like a deer caught in the headlights. Crap, you just told that you two met online. Jin notices your panicked expression. If this mission fails, Jin will have been royally fucked sideways like a sock puppet. “We first talked online, but we met in person during the book club meeting!!” He stammers out.

The tension built up inside of you faded away, and you make a note to remind yourself to tell Jin how big-brained he is. You don’t really know what’s happened to you and Jin, but all morning there have been slip-up after slip-up after slip-up. (after yet another slip-up.)

Your father isn’t fully convinced though, and you fear that he’s caught on. “...I don’t know if I believe you right now.” uh oh. He squints at the two of you as you both sweat profusely with nervous smiles upon your faces. “Seokjin, why do you want to marry my daughter?”

Jin looks at you, but your dad keeps pressing on. “How can I be sure that you love her, and this isn’t some big ruse to run away with all of our money? I can see that y/n loves you to death, but for some unknown reason,” He stops to cross his arms. “I just feel like there’s something you’re not telling me. I don’t want to have to do a background check on you, so your best bet is to come clean.”

Jin takes a deep breath. “Sir, with all due respect, I think that if we told you how we’d actually met, you wouldn’t take our relationship seriously. I love y/n, I love her absolutely to the moon and back.” Jin grabs your hand firmly in his and gives it a gently squeeze. He looks at you and the soothing words part from his lips. “Even after you fly back home, I plan to spend my life with her, regardless of what you say.”

At this point you’re not sure where he’s going with this. The longer he talks, the more it sounds like the words are directed at you. “The truth is, we aren’t really married.” Jin looks back at your dad, who furrows his brow at the complex lie he was told the past month. “--But if this is what it’s like to be married to y/n, I think it might actually happen.”

“What? Jin I--” You’re unbelievably shocked. He just revealed to your dad that no, sorry pops, your only child isn’t married to a super cool guy. The possibility of actually being married to Jin perplexed you, though. Is this still the actor in him talking, or is he saying the truth?

“Look,” your father sighs,” I don’t know what situation you’ve put yourself in to pretend you’re married, but damn it all to hell if you don’t actually marry this boy.” Your dad breaks out into a grin, signifying that Jin has passed the test. “If you don’t make him my son-in-law, I’ll find a way to do it myself.”

You’re still paralyzed as you watch your dad engulf Seokjin in a hug. Your dad looks happy to have met Seokjin, and vise versa. They get along better than peas in a pod, you realized. When this mission is over though, will you ever see Jin again? Already you’ve begun to miss his laughter. The way he sings in the shower, the way he pushes up his glasses while he’s reading, the way he says I love you; you’re going to miss it. All of it.

Like a final curtain call, the deal is over. You hand Seokjin an envelope containing the cash you owe him for his service. He takes it, and he places it onto his packed suitcase. Your eyes never leave his figure, and you watch as he gets up to be more leveled with you. “Y/n,” He says. “I meant what I said the other day; we may not be married now, but that doesn’t mean I won’t propose in the future.”

“This is your job talking right?” You laugh, but it lacks the usual give of happiness. “Don’t think it’s going to give you a bonus, hot stuff.”

“I’m serious.” He looks at you tenderly,” I actually really like you, you know. Hoseok regularly fucks a big corporate guy, so I have discounts at every Starbucks location if you wanna go out somewhere.” His thumb glides over the ring on your finger, lost in thought for a moment. “Call me a pool noodle and ride me backwards, but I think I’m going to miss you too much to actually leave.”

“...Besides, I think the ring on my finger is stuck so--” he drawls out.

You snort in surprise, giggles bubbling from inside of you. Genuine ones this time. “I was going to miss you too, but I won’t have to if you’re not leaving.”

“I never really planned on it, sweetheart.”

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A/N: my brain..... ‘tis empty...

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di0rtaeyong · 5 years ago

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1 Sided Love

➸ summary: Mark breaks up with you, leaving you reminiscing. finally having the courage to face him again, you both to rethink your situation. based on ‘1 Sided Love’ by blackbear.

➸ genre: college nct!, angst, drama, fluff

➸ word count: 9.5k

➸ warnings: breakups, crying, alcohol use and mention, marijuana use, suggestive scene (?).

➸ authors note: thank you for reading this! this is my first time writing a story this long, i hope you like it!

➸ media: click here for song

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ACT 1

I swear lettin' you down, lettin' you down is hard enough…

… When it's one-sided, one-sided, one-sided love…

…Our time is, our time is, our time is up…

…Is your heart worth breakin'?

“We need to talk”.

Everyone resents those dreaded words. They are never followed by anything positive and more often than not left someone in tears, especially when your boyfriend of two years says it to you, nervous energy radiating off of him and refusing to make eye contact.

Mark had always calmed you down. Even when he was the one mad at you, there was something about him that allowed you to keep your cool and listen to him. You were an easy crier, so having someone like Mark allowed you to practice keeping your cool. In a way you had thought Mark was your soulmate.

“Hi,” he barely whispered, still refusing to make eye contact as you both settled into your chairs in the corner of the room. He nervously twiddled with his fingers, so you reached out to grab them and interlock fingers as you had done millions of times before.

Only this time Mark flinched away which cause you to pull your hand quickly and a deep furrow form between your eyebrows.

“You okay?” you asked Mark cautiously, trying to offer a comforting smile. He had never refused to hold your hand before. It was one of the only PDA action’s that both of you felt comfortable with, the innocence in your relationship still giving you both a youthful glow.

“You wanna get a drink? I’ll get you one. The last time we came here was with Hyuck, remember? You guys got the lemon tea; I knew none of you would like it but you both insisted… I’ll get you the choc- “

“Y/N.” he said firmly. He had never used this tone with you and frankly you were more curious than scared. Mark didn’t scare you. Mark was a lot of things but scary he was not. He was always there for you. He would alw-

“I think we should break up.”

If the world had ended right there and then it wouldn’t have made a difference to you because what you felt like inside was a hundred times worse.

“I- Uh- What?” you asked stupidly.

“Do you not feel it, Y/N?”, Mark asked finally looking me in the eye. The tears were starting to well up and Mark knew how much you hated crying in front of other people. But he wasn’t just ‘other people��. He was Mark and you would allow yourself to cry in front of him because he loved you and you loved him. Right?

“What are you talking about, Mark? Is this some stupid joke Donghyuck is making you do? Because it’s not funny.” You said through your teeth trying to swallow the lump in your throat that seemed to really want to ruin your strong demeanor.

Watching you try to keep yourself composed and doing nothing about it was one of the hardest thing’s Mark has ever done. He so badly wanted to reach out to you, brush away the hot tears you fought so hard to blink back and hold you against his chest as he had done over a thousand times over the past two years.

You had fallen for Mark a while before you had started dating, begging Jeno to introduce you to his ‘cute older friend’ who just so happened to be working as a children’s basketball camp coach the summer before you went off to university.

Jeno finally caved when you annoyed him enough and introduced you quickly and with no enthusiasm (“Y/N this is Mark, Mark this is Y/N, can we please go now?”). And it was that moment where you knew you wouldn’t be able to get rid of the hearts in your eyes that easily.

You had initially thought Mark was way too perfect if you were being honest. He was fit (played on his school’s basketball team), he was smart (he had gotten Dean’s list), he was good with kids (hence summer camp coach), and he was nice. He was so many things that you could go on and on about (which you did, which led Jeno to literally pay you to shut up about Mark- “Here’s a ten, it better be enough.”- which you happily allowed him to do).

After Jeno had introduced you, you and Mark had instantly hit it off. Never before had you felt like this around any boy. Of course, you had your fair share of crushes, but Mark felt different. He made you laugh in ways that made your stomach churn with more than laughter and made your head spin with happiness and your heart ache every time you parted. It was early but if you were being honest, you were in love. And you had fell hard.

But as the summer ended, you were forced to part ways with Mark. You were both getting ready to go off to university, Mark entering his second year, you your first. Countless nights spent with Mark were full with the both of you sharing your fears and dreams as you sat in the trunk of his dad’s van looking up into the sky eating melted ice cream he would buy you from McDonald’s every Monday and Wednesday night after work.

You had heard so many reassurances from him since the day you met him, that when he suggested something negative it really took you by surprise. Him telling he thinks you two should break up? Surely there must have been something you misheard.

“Y/N? You still there?”. Your gaze snapped to Mark and you finally took in his appearance.

His hair was pushed back off his face but under his eyes were dark circles from late nights and his nose was slightly red. He was wearing a black hoodie, one of your personal favourites to ‘borrow’, paired with his worn-out jeans you silently loved on him. You couldn’t see his feet but you knew he was wearing the pair of black and white Converse you had bought him for his birthday using your whole pay cheque the summer you worked together at the community centre. Jeno had laughed at you, saying you were ‘whipped’ and the expression on Mark’s face when you gave him the shoes definitely made you realize that yes, you were whipped.

Mark had spent the whole month of July talking about how he wanted new Converse, but he was trying to pay for some stuff for school, so he was waiting it out. The day after he had brought it up to you, you couldn’t help but go off to the mall and buy his size. You had regretted it the minute after you did it thinking it was too overbearing, too affectionate for someone you had just met. But when you saw the look on his face when you gave them to him eased your worries as you mirrored the smile he gave you.

What your eyes decided to focus on was his left hand, more specifically his ring finger.

The steal band still wrapped around his finger, the more delicate equivalent present on your own ring finger. The engraved initials inside the band seemed to burn against your skin.

“You’re wearing it.” You stated simply. You didn’t want to talk too much in case your voice decided to crack.

Following your line of vision, Mark focused on the ring. “Yeah. It’s a habit now I guess.”

Mark and you had exchanged these rings on the night of your second anniversary. You had mentioned you had wanted something to show Mark off (‘as a joke’ you had insisted) even when he wasn’t there, and Mark suggested rings. Sputtering out an explanation about how you were both too young to get married and to ignore him, you grabbed his hand and interlocked fingers with him. “I think that’s a great idea”.

The memory left you smiling, meeting Mark’s eyes seeing him holding a reminiscing smile as well as he played with the ring.

“Y/N…” Mark started.

“Why do you want to break up, Mark? I thought we were happy?” you whispered.

“I know, I know Y/N, we were, uh, we are, but… like… there’s so much on my plate right now you know school and the team and internships and summer jobs and you! You’re going to be even more busy and we’ll hardly see each other and- “,

“Mark, that sounds so stupid. We can just work with each others’ schedules, its not a big deal.” You said, trying not to sound desperate.

“Y/N… I don’t know how to put this…” he said, struggling to find the right words.

You were getting agitated. “Well spit it out. Say what you want then,” you said angerly.

“Okay well… umm… I umm…” he said looking down at his lap.

“Mark. Just say it.” You said blankly.

“Well… um… I’m not in love with you anymore.”

“Mark- “, but your words were caught in your throat. If earlier you felt like the world was ending, right now would be described as one million times worse.

Your ears started ringing and the room suddenly started feeling way too hot for an early September night. Your vision blurred slightly as you felt hot tears stream down your face uncontrollably.

“I have to go.” You said standing up way too quickly. The room spun with your actions and black spots danced in your vision.

“Y/N, wait, can we just talk?” Mark pleaded quickly, standing up.

A few minutes ago, you would have found your height differences endearing, adding to the long list of things you loved about him. He was always a few inches taller than you which you had always loved but now it made you feel as if he was further away than ever.

“Mark, I think that’s all you needed to say. Maybe we can talk again another day?” You proposed, knowing full well you would not be able to face Mark again without feeling that horrible lump in your throat.

Staring deeply at you for a while, he said “Yeah. Yeah, yeah that’s fine. Can I walk you home? It’s late.”

It’s 8:30, you wanted to say. It’s not late. Its not too late to think about us.

But the words didn’t come out. You just nodded your head knowing Mark wouldn’t take no for an answer and you also didn’t trust your voice.

Quickly picking up your stuff you rushed out before you could hear Mark say something about you going to fast.

‘That’s not us anymore’, you thought. You would no longer hear Mark complaining close behind you as you walked at a quick pace, would no longer laugh as he ran up and grabbed your hand swinging your arms in pure bliss.

Hearing rustling behind you, you glanced behind to see Mark rushing out to catch up with you and tears brimmed your eyes. What went wrong?

As you walked in silence for a while, focused on only the road ahead you tried to block out Mark’s warm presence next to you and the cold wind biting at your uncovered arms, the t-shirt you were wearing not doing anything to block the wind.

“Here take my sweater, you’re gonna get sick.” Mark said already pulling it off his body and handing it to you.

Weakly shaking your head in protest, you tried not to focus on the heat radiating from Mark and tried to focus on the road ahead. You were almost home. Just a little longer and yo-

“Y/N.” Mark said. You were starting to really hate this tone. He grabbed your hand and forced you to turn towards him. He struggled to slip your arms through the holes as you left your limbs limp, refusing to look at his face.

Pulling the sweater over your head and pulling your hair out cautiously he muttered, in his own world not aware that you could hear him mumbling to himself. Nothing coherent but you were always aware that Mark talked to himself a lot, a sound that used to soothe your mind now making your heart twist in a way that could only be described as immense pain.

When the sweater was on and Mark retracted his hands, you didn’t hesitate to turn around fast on your heel and continue your borderline run home.

Quicker than usual you arrived home. The porch light seemed to be almost mocking you as it shone in the autumn night. ‘Almost there.’ You thought to yourself. You wanted to be inside your warm house so bad. Wanted to be in your bed, despite knowing you would not be able to control your tears once your head hit the pillow. You just wanted to be anywhere that wasn’t with Mark.

Turning around you finally looked at his face. His eyes were red, and hands curled into fists in order to keep his fingers warm. This would usually be the time you reached out with a laugh and hug him, rubbing his arms and back of his neck as you tried to share your body heat. But those times were over.

“Here, take your sweater back.” You said breaking the staring contest you were both participating in. As you went to pull it over your head, he stopped you.

“Keep it, its going to keep getting colder.”

“I have my own sweaters.”

“I know, but I know you loved borrowing this one.”

Love, you thought bitterly.

Sighing, you blinked quickly to get rid of more tears that started forming. Turning to face your house you muttered, “Bye then.”.

Staring at you for a long moment, a deep expression on his face, you knew he was going to say something that would only break your heart further. Something like “One last hug?” or “Can I at least get a kiss goodbye?” so you didn’t wait for him to say anything at all.

You made your way to the door, and while unlocking it, you paused.

Taking a deep breath, you used any and all strength in your body to turn around and see if Mark was still there. You knew he would be. He always waited until you got inside and would wait for a text to see if you got in alright. Tonight, he would wait for you to go inside but there would be no text following.

Making eye contact you mustered up the best smile you could, a small quirk of your lips, as you waved to Mark.

“See you when I see you!” He called, sad smile on his lips.

“See you when I see you,” you repeated lowly, turning back to open your door letting yourself in. You didn’t stop moving until you were inside, door locked, ignoring your mom’s questions about how your night was, wondering why you were back earlier than you told her.

You didn’t stop until you were in your bedroom, shutting the door quietly and climbing into bed.

You didn’t stop crying until there were no tears left and you could see the sun rising in the sky.

You didn’t stop loving Mark even though it caused every piece of your being to ache because he was Mark and no matter what he did you knew he was going to be a presence in your soul no matter how much you hated to admit it.

One-sided, one-sided, one-sided love.

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ACT 2

You’re too busy talking over me to hear what I’m sayin’

You’re too high to realize I see through the smile that you're fakin’

You're so into yourself, everyone else is overrated

And everything’s changing; is your heart worth breakin'?

You opened your eyes, sun peaking through your blinds, causing the throbbing in your head to worsen. The buzzing from your phone also didn’t help and your roommate/ friend seemed to agree.

“Pick up your damn phone before I throw it out the window.” Snapped Raven, pulling the blanket over her head.

Groaning, you stretched your arm across the bed with your eyes closed trying to feel for it under the mess of blankets.

Letting out a sign of relief when you finally grasped it, you swiped, accepting the call with your eyes still closed, hitting the speaker button by accident.

“Y/NNNNNNNN!!!”, sang the most irritating voice you could have possibly heard at 10 am, hungover on a Saturday morning.

“Tell Donghyuck to shut the fuck up, Y/N, I can hear him from over here!” shouted Raven angerly, muffled by the blankets.

“Donghyuck do you have to be so fucking loud? Its early and I have a huge headache,” You said into the phone, cracking an eye open to glance at the caller ID. “, Also why are you calling me from Jeno’s phone?”.

You heard some shuffling and some yelling that sounded faintly like “give me my phone back you fucking-“ and then you heard what you assumed to be a pillow hitting a body and finally Jeno’s voice.

“Y/N! Good morning!” He chirped. You wanted to wince at his tone, but his positive energy always made you smile no matter the mood you were in.

“Hiiiiiiii”, you drawled, resulting in a groan from Raven and laugh from Jeno. “, To what do I owe this pleasure?”

“Well I wanted to ask- “

“WE!!! Wanted to ask,” yelled Donghyuck.

“Ugh well, I guess we wanted to ask on behalf of Johnny- “

“Y/N you have to come to Johnny’s birthday party! Its gonna so fun and he’s gonna have drinks and- oh OW!” yelled Donghyuck followed by the sound of a pillow whacking a body again.

“Anyways, I wanted to know if you would come to Johnny’s birthday party with us. It’ll be fun and he’s gonna have drinks and food and stuff.” Said Jeno calmly.

“Hey! I literally just said that!”

“Yeah but she doesn’t want to listen to you, you fucking idiot” commented Jeno, hint of humour evident in his tone. You could practically see Hyuck pouting.

Johnny Suh was about five years older than Jeno, Donghyuck and yourself. You had first met him by accident when you ran into Jeno at the store back in seventh grade and you had decided to race shopping carts while your families did groceries. Picking a spot in the store where you thought there was no one you quickly started racing. Looking back to see if Jeno was going to beat you, you smiled triumphantly when you saw that he had stopped quite a few feet behind you. Turning back to the front you wondered why Jeno had stopped when you were faced with a tall figure and a display for toilet paper.

Desperately trying to stop your cart before you crashed into the display, or the tall boy, you managed to skid to a stop but not without taking down a few rows of the display. You had fallen right on your bottom, ache quickly spreading through your body as you heard Jeno run up behind you.

“I’m so sorry we didn’t mean to, we were just- “

“It’s fine. Just clean up. Are you okay?” Was he talking to you? You couldn’t tell through the stinging pain on your palms and ache in the bottom half of your body. His voice was deeper than you expected and his hair way too long, covering his entire forehead, swept to the side reaching his left eye and his outstretched hand looking way too big for his lanky body.

Looking from his hand and back up to his face you couldn’t stop the blush spreading across your face. You knew him. You had heard your older family-friends who lived in the area talking about ‘John Suh’, who went by Johnny to friends, and how he was so nice, so involved, so handsome and a senior in your future high school.

Hearing Jeno scoff made you snap out of your trance, charming smile (as charming as a twelve year old could muster) on your face as you grabbed John Suh’s hand and he pulled you up.

“Thank you so much! I am sorry about the display, Jeno and I will fix it!” I exclaimed quickly, smile never leaving my face.

Fixing his grocery store uniform shirt and flicking his hair off his face, John Suh offered you what you had thought at the time was the most amazing smile in the whole world, and agreed to let you do so as he had to go to the registrar’s.

“Hey, thanks again, um sorry, I didn’t catch your name?” John Suh asked looking directly in your eyes.

“Um- I uh- uh…” I stuttered. Was a senior really asking for my name? The senior in question being John Suh?!

“Its Y/N.” Jeno answered for you, annoyance laced in his tone. You could practically feel him rolling his eyes but that did nothing to ruin your mood.

“Well thanks Y/N! Be careful next time!” said John Suh. Smiling you nodded enthusiastically, not missing the way John Suh walked past Jeno, ruffling his hair, telling him to stay out of trouble.

Waving to him until he was gone, you turned angerly on your heel to face Jeno. He was making retching sounds behind you, acting out throwing up.

“Y/N, you are so lame! ‘Thank you so much, Johnny who I am most clearly in love with! I will clean up anything you ask!’” said Jeno, raising his voice a few octaves in imitation of yours.

“Shut up! First of all, why would you not tell me you know John Suh?! And that you’re close enough to call him Johnny?! Also, second of all, I do not talk like that!”

Making the talking motion with his hand, Jeno just walked by you and started picking up the toilet paper you had forgotten about.

Following his actions, you bent down to pick up a few rolls, not waiting a moment to keep bothering Jeno. “Hellooooooooooooooo. Please tell me how you know John Suh! Why wouldn’t you tell me?!” you asked as if it was vital information tethered to your life-line.

“Ugh, Y/N, I don’t know it just never came up. I’ve known him for a few years, our moms are friends. Happy?”, picking up the last roll and stacking it the same way it was before your cart collided with the display.

“Delighted.” You said.

Now in present day, you now called John Suh ‘Johnny’, much to the delight of your twelve-year-old heart. He was now one of your closest friends and confidants, or perhaps was. You had run into Johnny a few times after the grocery store incident but at the end of your seventh-grade year Johnny was to head off to university. Girls in your area, including yourself, were saddened by the loss, Jeno pretending to be disgusted whenever you complained. It wasn’t until the summer you worked at the community centre that you had gotten close to Johnny.

Mark had brought up a bon fire his older friends were throwing, inviting you to come claiming everyone there would love if you came.

After some coaxing you finally agreed to go, not without Raven, Jeno, and Donghyuck (both who were already invited because they knew the host. Jeno wouldn’t tell you who’s party it was) by your side as Mark opened the front door to greet you guys.

“Everyone’s in the back, guys you can leave your stuff in Johnny’s room.” Said Mark to Jeno and Donghyuck.

Nodding and walking off, the two boys started walking away to leave their stuff in Joh-

“Wait, who’s house is this?!” you asked worried, looking nervously at Mark.

“Oh, I thought you already knew. Jeno said you guys knew each other. It’s Johnny’s house.”

You inwardly groaned. You looked at Raven for help, but all you got was a nervous smile. She was as nervous as you. This was a party. A party with college guys, and their college antics, and Mark, and-

“Lets GOOOOOOO!” yelled Donghyuck, bolting down the stairs towards the back door.

“You ready?” Mark asked you and Raven as you made your way to the door, nodding but not missing the insulting comment Raven made about Hyuck. Snickering as you crossed through the door back into the hot night of July, you walked smack into a brick wall.

Well this brick wall was much softer than a brick wall, and also just so happened to not be a brick wall and rather the strong and broad chest of John Suh.

“Y/N! I’m so happy you could make it! Mark has been talking about you all summer, I was so happy when he said you were coming!” exclaimed John Suh, arms embracing you like old friends. Awkwardly returning the hug you tried to calm your thoughts; ‘John Suh was hugging me. The John Suh. Wait till I tell- Wait Mark talked about me?’

Moving to greet Raven, you heard him introduce himself “Hi! You must be Y/N’s friend. Hyuck doesn’t stop talking about you. I’m Johnny!” he said to her charming as ever and you already knew the earful of gushing you would hear after the party.

During the party you had met many of Johnny’s university friends; Yuta, a quiet guy with the nicest hair you had ever seen, Taeyong, a shorter, skinner man who had a precious smile and Jaehyun, two years younger than Johnny with one of the most handsome faces you had ever seen and the most delicious build.

The bonfire had been a lot of fun. Mark hardly left your side which you didn’t mind at all, even offering you his sweater when it got chilly. Laughs were exchanged and everyone was so welcoming towards Raven and you, you couldn’t help but feel disappointed when it was time to leave.

All of the boys bid you and Raven goodbye, tights hugs filled with well wishes and see you soon’s and beer and expensive cologne. Mark insisted on walking you both out, accompanied by a grumbling Donghyuck who only got up when Jeno elbowed him in the stomach with a pointed look.

Walking slowly behind Raven and Donghyuck, trying to block out the sounds of their bickering, you turned to Mark, speaking in a low tone. “Thanks for inviting us tonight. It was really fun.”

“I’m glad you came… it was really nice to have you here with me- uh I mean with us! It was really nice to have you here with all of us you know all the guys a-“

Laughing, you gently nudged Mark with your shoulder. Feeling brave you replied, “It was really nice to be here with you too, Mark.”

Finally reaching the front door which was left open courtesy of Raven and Donghyuck who had taken their bickering to the front lawn.

“Y/N… umm what I umm really wanted to umm say to you was… umm….” Began Mark, rubbing the back of his neck with his left hand.

You were about to prompt him to continue when you were both interrupted by a semi-drunk Donghyuck, “Mark did you confess already? I really can’t keep talking to this one, she’s annoying the shit out of me,” jutting out his thumb in Raven’s direction.

With your ears ringing, you watched as Mark turned to you slowly, eyes wide and mouth agape, while Raven scoffed and started a string of curse words directed at Donghyuck.

“Um so yeah… I wanted to tell you that umm… I like you. Yeah, umm you don’t have to say anything right now… damn, I’m sorry, I really didn’t want it to be this way, I- “

You suddenly grabbed his right hand, pulling him down to your height and planting a quick kiss to his cheek.

A blush spread almost instantly at the contact across Mark’s face to the tips of his ears and started opening and closing his mouth like a fish.

Face hot you whispered a quick goodbye to Mark walking briskly out the door to your car. Hearing rustling as you tried to pull out your key, you were about to ask Raven why she was coming to the driver's side, but you were met but a warm hand on your wrist-twisting you around and warm, nervous lips meeting yours.

You took in Mark’s face for a few milliseconds, bangs blowing in the summer night wind right before closing your eyes and enjoying the feeling of Mark’s lips on yours.

Everything seemed to be happening in your own world, you almost missed Donghyuk yelping and pulling out his phone. Flash going off, Mark and you separated, sheepish smiles on your faces as you avoided eye contact with each other.

Taking the keys from your hand, Raven pushed you away from the driver’s door and plopped herself down behind the wheel. “Bye Mark! It was great seeing you!” she quipped with a smirk, starting the ignition.

Walking to the passenger’s side, Mark and you talked quietly and minimally.

“I’ll text you? See you Monday?”

“Eight am, as always.” you had replied happily.

“Y/N? You still there?” spoke Jeno, bringing you back to the present day.

“Ah, yeah Jeno I’m here, sorry just spaced out. What was the question?” you asked. ‘Ugh why does everything make me think of Mark? Its been months…’ you thought to yourself.

“Hyuck and I wanted to know if you were gonna come to Johnny’s birthday party. It's not formal, just at his house but he would love to have you there. We haven’t seen you in ages.” Jeno said, a hint of sadness in his voice.

It was true you had not seen your friends in a while. The last time you were all together was at the end of August, followed by the… Mark incident in September. After that, you had limited interactions with mutual friends (including Jeno) and skipping out on birthday’s (including Yuta’s; you told him you were swamped with work and would make it up to him, to which he just responded with a thumbs-up emoji) and even the Christmas and New Years parties.

You knew Johnny would definitely be disappointed if you didn’t go…

“Yeah Jeno, of course, I’ll come! Can’t wait!”.

You now stood in front of the floor-length mirror hanging on your shared bathroom door pulling at the hem of your short black dress the following Friday night.

“Raven, are you sure this isn’t too much? Or too short? Jeno said it was casual…” you complained to your friend for the hundredth time that night. And you hadn’t even left yet.

Stilling her hand that was applying highlighter she groaned. “Y/N for the millionth time, you look fine. But you know if you really want to change go ahead. But you look great.”

‘That’s because you picked the dress,’ you groaned inwardly.

Slipping on your shoes, you waited for Raven to finish up. You both debated bringing jackets but opted not to because they would just ruin your outfits and be a hassle to carry.

The cab ride to Johnny’s house was uneventful, just on your phone, watching Snapchats Jeno had already sent you.

Midway through the long thread of videos you witnessed Donghyuck snatching the phone out of Jeno’s hand and running off. He was probably already drunk from the way he was talking but the laugh you were about to let out got stuck in your throat.

“MAAARRRRKKKKK!!!!” you heard from your phone as you watched the video. The camera turned to face Mark who laughed at the camera and wrapped his arm around Donghyuck’s shoulder.

Shutting your phone off you took in a deep breath. Of course, you knew Mark would be there. You knew but you refused to acknowledge. Living your life in ignorance since Jeno told you about the party had worked all up to this moment.

“It’ll be okay.” You heard Raven whisper, but you didn’t stop looking out the window until you were parked outside of Johnny’s house.

Paying the driver, you fiddled with your dress as you made your way up to the front door.

“Y/N, you’re completely sure you’re okay with this right? If not we can go home, its not a big- “

“No, its fine. I said I would be here so I’m here right? Besides we’re gonna get wasted!” you said, forcing a smile on your face.

With one last look at you, Raven rang the bell.

The thumping bass of the music could be heard from the end of the driveway, accompanied by loud yelling making you doubt that anyone would hear the bell until you saw the door finally crack open.

“Fin-allyyyy. I was waiting for youuuu.” Slurred Donghyuck as he opened the door for the two of you, Jeno following close behind him. The entire house smelt like alcohol and weed and sweat which suddenly had you feeling a lot more confident.

Hugging Donghyuck and Jeno, you made your way into the house, surprised Donghyuck and Raven had hugged and were actually talking civilly.

The kitchen was filled with faces familiar and not. “Y/N! Raven! You came!” yelled Johnny. He was currently standing over a shorter man who was lying shirtless on the island, pouring tequila into his belly button.

“Of course we came! We couldn’t miss John Suh’s birthday, could we?” you teased.

Groaning but holding a drunken smile on his face, he wrapped one arm around your shoulder and his other around Raven.

Taking in his familiar cologne along with the scent of alcohol calmed your nerves a bit. You had almost forgotten what you were nervous about until you heard his name.

“Mark! Let’s take shots!”, yelled a good-looking boy (everyone here seemed to be attractive) who was sporting a nice shade of pink hair. You had never seen him before but by the way, he had himself practically hanging off of Mark made you think they were close.

Closing your eyes, you took a deep breath. You were here for Johnny. To have a good time. You would not let your ex-boyfriend ruin that.

But when you opened your eyes, you found the familiar brown ones staring back at yours. He now had added blond highlights to his brown hair which looked surprisingly good (although you would never admit that out loud). He was wearing what looked like a varsity jacket and you instantly thought about how he was doing on the basketball team. Did they make it playoffs?

Seeing his mouth open shocked you back into reality. Looking ready to say something to you, you panicked. Spinning on your heel you looked back to see the shirtless man waiting impatiently for Johnny to continue the body shots.

“So, when can I start drinking?!” You laughed as you approached Johnny, back turned in Mark’s direction.

“Y/N…” you heard a voice whisper. You knew who it was.

“Ah, Johnny, where was she this whole time? Finally, some fun.” The man lying down said coyly. The smirk on his face would normally make you feel uneasy but was now the most amazing distraction.

“Y/N”, you heard a little louder now.

“So, where’s my drink?!” you practically shouted, trying to get away from any contact with your ex-boyfriend who you just so happened to still be in love with. Great.

“Right here, pretty girl.” Said the smirking, crazily attractive man, still lying on the counter and pointing to his belly button. There was a line off salt between his pectorals leading down to his navel, his defined but slim tan torso looking absolutely sinful.

“Y/N!” the dreaded voice said a bit louder, sounding way to close for you to think rationally.

Panicking and seeing no other way out, you stepped forward to the man on the countertop who was holding his head up with his hands behind his neck, smirk looking almost teasing as it did lazy.

You leaned forward to start at the bottom of the salt line, not forgetting to wet your tongue before sticking it out and licking up the salt all while holding your gaze with the man.

His body was warm and smelt slightly of what could only be a very expensive cologne. His gaze was inviting, combined with his scent making him almost so intoxicating you almost forgot the reason you were doing this.

You paused when your tongue reached the end of the salt line, spot closet to his face. Not saying anything he just jutted his chin out, reminding you to finish your mission.

Moving to his belly button you leaned your head to the side, landing it in the space between his navel and hip bone. Holding eye contact you noticed some of the tequila had spilt across his torso, moving to lick it up before it fell off his body. When you finally reached his navel and started lapping at the alcohol you felt his let out one shudder when you started, the only action in your whole interaction that led you to believe he might not be as cocky as he wanted to come off as.

Finally, when you were done you stood back up and took the lemon he handed you. Sitting up he finally spoke. “Damn, didn’t think you had it in you, pretty girl.”.

His voice was higher than you expected, and held intoxicating tone, almost sounding like a cat talking to its prey. Trying to return the cool attitude, you tried to ignore the heat you were feeling all over your body. “Well, I’m full of surprises,” you said, voice coming out way more confident than you felt, much to your delight.

“Hm, well I hope I can be a witness to more surprises,” eyes never leaving yours, almost hypnotizing. “I’m Ten.”, he said, his hand reaching out to shake yours.

“Y/N.”, you returned, taking his hand.

Eyebrow quirked; he gave you a look that you really could not decipher. Then his signature smirk reappeared. You had almost started to think it was his permanent expression. “Enjoy the party, Miss Y/N.”, he practically purred as he slid off the counter and disappeared into the crowd.

You didn’t turn around to see if anyone specific was waiting for your whole spectacle to be over and practically skipped into the living room to find Raven.

Finding Raven was not a problem as she was standing on top of the living room table dancing to the Rihanna song that was blasting through the speakers at the moment.

As she danced, Donghyuck surprisingly close to her, she spotted you and let out a sound of happiness. Pretending to pull you with an invisible rope, you made your way over to her, laughing on your way there.

She was quick to pull you up to the table, but you didn’t plant your feet properly causing you to slip.

Certain you were going to land straight and knock your head, you were quickly caught by a pair of strong arms around your waist. Head falling against your hero’s shoulder you heard their voice, familiar velvet enticing your ears for the first time in months.

“You gotta be more careful, princess.” Yuta whispered in your ear, low tone wrapping its ways around your mind, fogging your thoughts.

“Yuta. Hi.” You said as he helped you down from the table. He looked almost the same as every time you saw him, handsome as ever with striking features and perfect teeth almost as if someone had taken the time to draw him to the utmost perfection. The biggest difference in his appearance was his hair; much longer than you remembered and dyed a bleach blond, only contributing to his good looks, and the lack of red tint and glazed over look in his eyes.

“Didn’t smoke yet?”, you asked really hoping he hadn’t.

“Was just about to head out. Joining me?”, he asked, lips curling up into his signature Cheshire smile. You had always thought he was hiding something when he smiled like that, always feeling like he knew something you didn’t.

Tapping Raven’s leg and signalling that you were going outside with Yuta. After she nodded you followed him to the back door, remembering the first time you ever walked through the doors and met Yuta for the first time.

Not saying anything you watched Yuta take out his blunt and light it, smell not waiting a second to infiltrate your nostrils.

Taking a deep breath in as Yuta took a drag, you basked in the smell, patiently waiting your turn.

Yuta turned to you, placing the blunt between your lips. Moving your hand up to reposition it, you brushed against his. Trying to block the wind with one hand, he brought the lighter up to the blunt keeping it there for a good few seconds.

“Surprised you came”, he said as you inhaled deeply.

Taking your time, you moved the blunt from your lips and inhaled as much as you could before letting the smoke out.

Feeling it immediately in your lungs, you started your coughing fit, handing the blunt back to Yuta, him just lighting it up again, waiting for you to recover.

When you were done, you turned to him expectantly. Taking the blunt from him, you placed it between your lips waiting for him to continue.

“Wasn’t sure to expect you or not,” he said as he lit the ashy end of the blunt for you.

Inhaling again, this time more smoothly, you made a confused face at him. Tapping out the embers that were starting to ruin the taste you replied, “I said I was coming, so of course I came.”

Yuta shrugged, hair falling around his shoulders, either the moonlight or the weed making him look like an angel.

Yuta just looked at you, face not saying much, or maybe it actually said a lot and you just had trouble reading him. You weren’t sure.

“Glad you did.” Was all you heard as you watched Yuta start to sway slightly.

“Was taking a tolerance break,” you explained when he raised his eyebrows at you. Two hits were usually not enough for you, but that was back when you were spending much more time with Yuta and did not have to pay for weed because he would never let you. “, That’s also strong as fuck.” You giggled.

Reaching out to take another hit, Yuta ignored your hands and just placed the blunt between your pouted lips. Opening them lightly to place the blunt properly you looked up to see Yuta much closer than you expected. Eyes that seemed to be staring into your soul, he leaned away to light the blunt and waited until you pulled the almost burnt out blunt away from your lips. Then he was back to his original position, so close that if you shifted a bit forward you would bump noses.

You slowly let out smoke from your mouth as you continued to stare at Yuta, always curious about his next actions, not really ever knowing what to expect.

Which never came because you were interrupted by the one person you were avoiding.

“Johnny wants everyone to come watch him cut his cake.”, said Mark, standing at the door, blatantly staring at you and Yuta, eyeing your proximity very carefully.

Stepping away from you, Yuta sighed dramatically, tone sounding almost teasing. “Ah well, we better go. Don’t want to miss anything important.” You didn’t miss his infamous smile, looking like he could see right through you.

He walked towards Mark who was still standing at the door frame, giving him the same smile he gave you and slipping past him into the warm house.

Despite feeling the cold wind prick at your exposed skin, you couldn’t bring yourself to move as Mark and you just stared at each other.

After what felt like hours but what must have actually been a few seconds, your gazes were broken but Yuta popping his head through the door, not minding Mark’s startled stance.

“Coming, Y/N?” he asked, faux innocence dripping from his voice.

Snapping out of your trance, you twisted your lips into the biggest smile you could muster and nodded and Yuta. Making your way towards the door you inhaled quickly before passing Mark so you didn’t have to smell his cologne when you walked by.

Mark turned to the side as you passed, your arm brushing his chest when you heard something about how you always forgot a jacket. Looking up to see if Mark had said something you saw his mouth in a thin line. Brushing off it as a part of your high, you grasped Yuta’s outstretched hand and allowed him to lead you to the kitchen where Johnny was waiting to cut his cake without looking back.

The kitchen was loud and hot, only accentuating your high. Donghyuck was quick to shove a red solo cup in your hand, demanding you finish it right this instance. Filled more than halfway, it reeked of vodka and about a splash of orange juice. There was so much vodka the juice only tinted the clear drink a very faint orange.

“You would be a horrible bartender,” you laughed at Donghyuck.

“I didn’t make you a drink to enjoy Y/N, I made you a drink to get DRUNK!”, words slurring together as he laughed with you.

Turing to Yuta, you saw him with a smirk and cocked eyebrow, challenging you. “Can you do it, Y/N? Or can you still not hold your drink?”.

Scoffing, you rolled your eyes. “I’m not an amateur, Yuta. You know that.”

Knowing the smirk would not leave his face, you smiled at Donghyuk. “Bottoms up!” you cheered as you downed the drink.

You didn’t stop chugging despite your body instantly warming and the feeling of bile in your throat. Finally reaching the end you slammed the cup down on the counter and let out a gag.

“Hyuck, that somehow tasted worse than usual.” You complained as Yuta kindly handed you a cup of actual juice.

“That’s because its Johnny’s Belvedere Silver! His parents gave it to him for his birthday, he was so drunk he handed me the bottle,” Donghyuck said, snickering in a sinister way.

“It’s not right to take advantage of the birthday boy.” Came a familiar, cat-like voice.

Ten, who was now wearing a white button-up (that was completely see-through), squeezed his way between Yuta and you, leaving you to press up against Donghyuck who did not seem aware of his surroundings at all. Returning Ten’s cunning smile with a genuine one of your own you felt the effects of the alcohol running through your system.

Looking around, a smile crossed your face as you recognized familiar faces. Johnny was currently deemed “unable to participate in festivities at the current moment and will rejoin the party in approximately ten minutes” by Jaehyun who didn’t fail to gather you in his arms when he finally made his way over to you. Two kisses pressed to your smiling cheeks, the feeling of guilt washing over you as you remembered you had not spoken to him since the summertime.

“Coming to my birthday party?”, he had asked you.

Handsome features struck you all over again, foggy feeling only increasing as you downed three shots while conversing with him.

After the third shot, you watched Jaehyun’s back retreat to go get Johnny when a head of yellow blond flashed before your eyes and were soon being pulled into a warm hug between skinny but toned arms.

“Y/N!”, exclaimed Taeyong. “I haven’t seen you in forever!” he hiccuped.

All you could do in response was laugh, hug him back, and tell him how good his hair looked.

“Let’s cut some cake!” yelled Johnny, practically being held up by Jaehyun.

Cheers were let-out around the kitchen as the crowd suddenly surged forward towards the counter. You were separated from Taeyong but spotted Donghyuck and Jeno from where you ended up. Attempting to make your way over to them, you stumbled, accidentally colliding with the very attractive pink-haired boy that was around Mark when you had first arrived.

“Careful now,” he smiled as he turned to you, gripping a shoulder so you didn’t topple over. Even if you were not as drunk as you were, you would have still smiled back just as wide as you were, trying to reciprocate the beautiful smile the boy was giving you.

“Johnny’s cutting his cake now, Jaemin.” Said the one person you were avoiding. Turning your head to the side so fast you could have got whiplash, you started up at Mark. Where had he come from?!

Before anyone could say anything, an off-tune rendition of Happy Birthday started, courtesy of Jaehyun. The pink-haired boy next to you, Jaemin, started singing loudly, smile still wide on his face as he watched Johnny laugh with glee, waving the knife a little too much.

From the corner of your eye you could see Mark, mouth moving with the words and eyes focused on his phone screen, recording Johnny. His lips were upturned slightly into small smile and hair falling into his eyes.

Snapping your eyes back towards the cake cutting in front of you, you chastised yourself for looking. You were supposed to be moving on, not staring at him!

Clapping with happiness after Johnny managed to cut his cake (not without whacking icing all over the counter) you turned around looking for your friends.

“Y/N can we talk?” you heard Mark say. Looking around you, you couldn’t see anyone you felt like sticking too, leaving you in a moment of panic. Not seeing a way out and senses hazy, you nodded at Mark.

Following him through the crowd you ignored his outstretched hand behind him to make sure you were keeping up with him and focused on the back of his neck.

He led you upstairs and into a bedroom you could only presume was Johnny’s; bikini calendar hiding behind the open closet door, high school graduation photo framed on the desk of him, Yuta and Taeyong. There were university photos including Jaehyun, Ten and many others you had seen downstairs. There was even some with you in them, the one standing out the most being the one taken at the first party you attended, the one where you were able to meet some of your favourite people in your life.

It was a group photo, everyone standing far enough from the camera to make sure everyone was seen. You were sitting next to Mark on lawn chairs, hair in two French braids (courtesy of Raven who had given Yuta a braiding tutorial earlier that night) and wearing Mark’s grey zip-up hoodie. You had leaned into Mark, head titled, almost resting on his, broad grins across your faces. On the arms of the chairs, you could see yours and Mark’s hands resting very close to each other.

Not realizing you had been staring for so long, you were only knocked back to reality when Mark picked up the frame, shifting your line of vision.

“This night was really fun,” he started, smiling done at the photo. “, It was one of our favourite times together.” He said much more softly.

Sighing, you suddenly felt the room start spinning and a crushing feeling against your skull. Moving towards the bed you heard him ask, “You good?”.

You absolutely despised the genuine concern oozing from his voice.

Sitting on the bed, you attempted lying down but your dress kept riding up. Regretting the outfit choice for another time that night, you struggled for a few seconds trying to figure out how to lie down without flashing Mark until you realized there was no way. Letting out a huff you looked up to see Mark standing in front of you, varsity jacket draping across your lap before you could even protest.

Not saying anything, Mark sat on the bed next to you and then allowed his body to relax, head hitting the mattress with a soft thud.

Mimicking his actions, you lied down next to him, keeping your vision towards the ceiling.

Eyes meeting the night sky and not a popcorn ceiling, you remembered Johnny telling you that when he was younger, he had been obsessed with astronomy. Begging for a skylight, his father somehow managed to create a skylight type window in Johnny’s room. The light from the sky never seemed to bother Johnny, the bed even positioned specifically to look right out into the sky. Only child perks, you guessed.

You don’t know how long you both laid there. Unmoving, just breathing and staring into the sky. It had been long enough for the throbbing in your head to fade, leaving you with heavy eyes, fluttering closed with fatigue.

“I regret it.”

That snapped you awake.

Keeping your eyes forward to the sky, you hesitated in your response. “Regret what?” you asked, voice barely above a whisper.

“Y/N.” he said, turning to look at you. His voice was firm like that day in the café, only this time it held another emotion. Sadness? Desperation? You couldn’t tell.

Unable to stop yourself, you turned your head towards his. The proximity between you two was very limited. You could smell the beer and mint gum in his breath, could see the specks in his eyes.

“Are you okay now?” he asked. You nodded.

“Y/N… I- I’m… I’m sorry.”, he said sadly.

And because you knew Mark you knew what he meant by that. ‘I’m sorry for making you cry.’ ‘I’m sorry for making you hurt.’ ‘I’m sorry I broke your heart.’

Mouth opening to reply, you quickly shut your mouth at the sight of Mark’s watery eyes.

“Y/N… I’m in love with you. I’m still in love with you. If um… you don’t umm… if you don’t feel the same I und- “

He was cut off by your lips meeting his.

You hadn’t realized how much you missed kissing Mark until this moment right here. Pure electricity seemed to instantly course through your veins as your mind was sent into an instant frenzy.

It wasn’t until you felt hot tears falling from your eyes that you pulled away, laughing and gasping for air.

Whipping the tears away, you looked at Mark. He was smiling widely at you, soon joining in on your laughter.

Soon after you both had finished laughing for so long and hard that you were clutching your stomachs, Mark grabbed your hands with his, little giggles still leaving his lips.

“I’m still in love with you too.” You said softly after you had both calmed down.

Smiling broadly, Mark stood up, signalling for you to pass his jacket.

Fixing your dress, you handed him the jacket, him holding is open behind you, waiting for you to slip your arms inside. Basking in the scent familiar scent from the jacket (it just smelt so… Mark) you allowed Mark to pull you up with both hands.

Intertwining fingers, he led you out of the room, back into the hot house and thumping bass.

“Be mine?” he asked nervously, pausing before descending down the stairs.

“I always was.” You stated with a small smile.

Smiling so wide his eyes scrunched, he let out a sound of glee and pulled you close.

Walking down the stairs with his arms around you took you back to all of the times before the… incident and made your heart flutter.

Walking into the kitchen hand in hand, you were pleasantly surprised to see many familiar faces.

“CALLED IT!” yelled Donghyuck, Raven whacking him on the arm for yelling in her ear. “Hand it over.” He said, hand out towards Yuta.

Huffing, Yuta reached into his pocket and handed a very happy Donghyuck a twenty.

“Did you guys seriously bet on us?”, asked Mark, eyes wide.

“Ugh I had really thought today was gonna be a test run. Thought you would actually make up at Jaehyun’s party,” grumbled Yuta.

“Well I’m verrrrry happy you guys are back together,” slurred Johnny, rolling his r’s very harshly. Jaehyun pushed his hand away from a pile of icing that had landed on the counter and smiled at you and Mark.

“Congrats guys. I’m happy you worked it out.” Ever the romantic, Jaehyun smiled fondly at the two of you, Taeyong giving you both a congratulations as well.

Jeno was absolutely ecstatic at the fact that you were back together, complaining to Mark about how apparently you were “mopping around without him”. You didn’t hesitate to punch him in the arm.

“Picture time!” called Johnny, setting up his phone on the stand with the help of Taeyong.

You were surrounded by the familiar faces that had all welcomed you that first bonfire the summer you met Mark.

Leaning your head towards his, imitating the pose from the original picture, you heard Mark whisper as the flash went off.

“I love you.”

And you knew everything would be alright.

LE FIN

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backtobackbakubabe · 5 years ago

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I’m Gonna Make This Place Your Home (Part 3)

Bakugo x Reader

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One night, a year or so ago Bakugo had gotten a little tipsy and decided it would be a great idea to take all of the batteries out of the smoke alarms. That way he wouldn't have to deal with them every time he thew a fit and his hands sparked up. So he was really surprised when he woke up one morning to one of them blaring. Kirishima must have replaced them.... damnit shitty hair. He groaned as he rolled out of bed, “What the fuck is going on?”

He was absolutely exhausted. You had another nightmare last night and just like the last time you accidentally pulled him into it. He handn’t been able to sleep after that and he couldn't go to your room because then you would know he had seen it. He knew it wasn't his fault but it still felt like an invasion of your privacy.

He strolled out of his bedroom in nothing but a pair of sweatpants and made his was to the source of his growing headache. He walked into the kitchen and there you were. You looked extremely confused and alarmed as smoke billowed from the toaster. You pulled the plug from the wall and huffed at the ruined toast. “Shit...”

He couldn’t help it. He started laughing harder than he had in years.

You spun around, giving him a good look at the pancake mix in your hair, “OH! Bakugo I’m so sorry! I was trying to make you breakfast... but its definitely not as easy as you make it look...” You plopped down in one of the chairs and it wasnt until now that he realized you weren't wearing any pants. Just his oversized hoodie. He couldnt judge though he wasnt exactly wearing a shirt. A fact you were acutely aware of as you desperately tried to avoid staring at his perfect abs.

You huffed again, “I ruined everything....”

He smirked, “Nah, theres nothing here that cant be fixed... well maybe not the toast. Thats a lost cause.” He held his hand out to you, “Ready for your first cooking lesson?”

He proceeded to flit around the kitchen like a true professional but he never took over. Instead he would just tell you what you needed to do. He wanted to make sure you were actually learning. He knew he couldnt take care of you forever. There were things you missed out on growing up and he was going to make sure you became a functioning adult.

You guys sat at the table with the banquet of food around you. You beamed as you took your first bite, “This is actually good!”

He scoffed, “Excuse me? I helped you, of course it’s good...”

You giggled, “Thanks for that by the way. I know it must be frustrating to teach a grown ass woman how to do basic things...”

“Okay first of all dont ever think that. Its not your fault you didnt get to learn this stuff. And second.... that is the second time you’ve used a curse word today. What gives? Am I rubbing off on you? You’ve only been here a week.” He wagged his eyebrows.

You gave his shoulder a quick swat, “Maybe I swear like a sailor but I've been playing nice. You dont know me.”

He narrowed his eyes a bit, “You’re right. I dont. But I’d like to...” He bit into a piece of bacon and groaned, “I do know one thing though, you make some good ass bacon.”

He spent the rest of the day teaching you every day tasks from doing laundry to how to use the internet. You paid close attention and would periodically stop him to write something down so you wouldn’t forget. He was currently showing you how to log in to Netflix when an idea hit him, “Oi! Do you know how to ride a bike?”

You gave him a weird look, “I used to have one with training wheels when I was little but my mom never taught me how to ride one without them. I had wanted my dad to teach me but he died when I was little.”

He sucked in a breath. He still hadn't told you about your mom. Did you know what she did to you? Did you know your mom sold you to the highest bidder? And your dad? He had no idea he had died.... was there anything about your childhood that was happy? “I’m sorry to heat about your dad.”

You just shrugged, “I was really little. My mom always said I was his little mini me. Said I looked just like him and had the heart to match. He was a really nice guy....” You expression grew sad, “Sometimes when I was younger after I had been taken by the villains... if I was having a really bad day I would pretend he was still alive. Because he never would have let them take me.” A single tear slid down your cheek but you caught it, “Look at me getting all emotional. No need to cry over something I cant change right?”

He took your hand in his and gave it the softest squeeze, “I’d say you’re entitled to a few tears. Given what you’ve been through, I don't know how you get out of bed some mornings.” Especially after the nightmares he’d witnessed first hand.

You sniffed back your tears as you returned a quick squeeze to his hand, “Easy. I have you.”

He didnt know what to say. To the rest of the world he was Ground Zero, the temperamental, cocky hero. But you see so much more. You bring out the best in him and whether he likes it or not he's changing because of it. “Oi. Put some fucking pants on. You're going to learn how to ride a bike!”

“....Do you even have a bike?”

No, he didnt. But Kirishima did. “You just worry about yourself, and let me figure out the bike situation. Alright?”

You scurried off to your room to change and get ready for the day. You pulled on a pair of leggings and a clean shirt. It may have been Bakugos but at this point you didnt think he’d mind. You threw your hair up in a ponytail and gave yourself a quick look in the mirror. You really needed a haircut. Even in a ponytail it was well down your back. There was a pair of scissors in the kitchen, maybe you could just cut it yourself.

Thats how you ended up in the bathroom hair in one hand, scissors in the other. Right as you were about to make your first cut, someone cleared their throat behind you. “Oi! Crazy pants! Put the scissors down before you fuck your hair up. All I said was put on some pants not go full on Mulan...” He sighed, “There’s someone here I want you to meet. He can be pretty annoying but I promise he’s not that ba-”

“Hey who are you calling annoying you grump old man.” Kirishima looked at the scissors in you hand, “Oh cool. Giving yourself a haircut? I did that once when I was seven. Wasn't a good look. But I’m sure yours will look much better.”

Bakugo was rubbing his temples in frustration, “Y/n this this is shitty hair, shitty hair this is y/n.”

You gave him a soft giggle, “The fact that he calls you shitty hair makes me think I shouldn't listen to you.” You put the scissors down, “I do want to cut it though. It’s a pain in the ass.”

Bakugo scoffed, “You’re the pain in the ass, dont try and blame it on your hair. Although you do shed worse than any dog I’ve ever known. Your hair is all over the apartment.... Come here.” He turned you towards the mirror, “Alright look straight ahead and dont fucking move... how short do you want it?”

You motioned to the tops of your shoulders, “Like around here maybe. I dont know what do you think shitty hair?”

Kirishima chuckled, “You can call me Kirishima.” He shrugged, “I dont know anything about hair.”

Bakugo huffed, “Yeah clearly, hence the name shitty hair.” He looked at you through the mirror, “I would go just a little longer.... like maybe here.” He motioned to a bit below you shoulder. His hand was rather close to your breasts and it made both of you blush. “I’ll see if I can get you an appointment somewhere soon. Until then what if I just braid it to get it out of the way?”

Your blush deepened, “Yeah that would be nice.”

His fingers felt so good carding though your hair. You closed your eyes and had to fight back the urge to hum. You needed to pull it together. Bakugo was nice enough to let you into his life and has gone above and beyond to make sure you’re well taken care of and comfortable. You didn't need to fuck that up by having feelings for him.

Your eyes jolted open when he cleared his throat behind you, “Uh...I’m done now.” Your eyed met his through the mirror and noticed his cheeks were almost as red as yours, “Ready to learn how to ride a bike?”

Kirishima caught Bakugo as you guys were leaving the apartment letting you go on ahead, “Dude? When the fuck did you learn how to braid hair? Who are you and what have you done with Bakugo?”

Bakugo pulled his arm away from him, “Shut the fuck up and I swear if you tell anyone about it I’ll end you!” Bakugo hadn't been completely honest with his best friend about who you were or why you were living with him. He knew you were the girl from his dreams but he didnt know you had been a prisoner or that there was a small possibility you were being hunted.

Kirishima raised his hands up in defense, “I’m just saying man you seem awfully invested in this girl. I mean she’s wearing your shirt! She’s obviously pretty and from what I can tell she seems nice and all but come on man you haven't been to work in over a week... The director says you either come in tomorrow or you’re fired....”

Bakugo growled, “As if he would actually have the balls to fire Ground Zero.” He took a few steps before stopping and running a hand through his hair, “Tell him I’ll be there tomorrow... I just need to tell y/n.”

Kirishima put his hand on his shoulder, “She’s a big girl Bakugo. I’m sure she’ll be fine without you for a few hours. Whats the worst that could happen?”

Bakugo groaned, “I really wish you hand asked that. It’s like you’re trying to jinx us.”

When they got outside you were already sitting on the bike, rolling it back and forth looking like an excited child, “What took you guys so long?! Come on!”

Kirishima rubbed the back of his neck, “So Y/n... how in the world did you make it this far in life without knowing how to ride a bike?”

Before Bakugo could intercept the question you were shrugging it off, “Guess you could say I grew up sheltered. Now are we doing this or not?”

A few minutes later Bakugo was behind you holding your waist and walking slowly as you got used to peddling the bike.

He leaned in and whispered in your ear, “Let me know when you're ready for me to let go.” The combination of his strong hands on your waist and his warm breath on your neck... it was giving you goosebumps.

You felt a chill run down your spine, “Bakugo dont you dare fucking let go. I thought this was going to be a lot easier!”

He chuckled, “Don’t be stupid you’re doing fine! I won't let go until you’re ready.”

You took a deep breath, “Okay I can do this.... It’s not a big deal. Children do this.... Bakugo I think I’m ready...”

“Well good because I already let go.”

Your head swiveled back and forth incredulous that you had not noticed that he had let go. It was a terrible idea because as soon as you weren't one hundred percent focused on peddling you started to tilt.

“Shit! Y/n!” Bakugo threw himself between you and the pavement just in time to catch you. “Watch it will yeah?” You landed on top of him your nose dangerously close to his.You could hear your heart pounding. You were close enough to smell his signature caramel sent and it made your mouth water. He brushed a hair out of your face. “Are you okay? You’re looking at me funny....”

You blinked rapidly trying to wake yourself up from whatever daydream you were starting to have. “Yeah I’m fine... thanks.”

He shrugged, “It was my fault for letting go. I won't do that again.”

Your heart picked up the pace at his words. He obviously meant he wouldn't let go while you were riding the bike, but you desperately wished he meant something else. But he was Ground Zero. He was an attractive, successful Pro hero. You were probably nothing more than a wounded animal to him. He deserved someone with less baggage.

You pushed yourself off of him, no longer in the mood to ride a bike. “I know this is silly... but I kind of want to go get coffee.” His caramel sent was still invading your senses and it made you crave your favorite beverage. You had tried different drinks through trail and error before you found what you liked and you named it the cinnamon roll latte. It was a vanilla latte with two pumps of caramel and cinnamon instead of sugar. It smelled just like someone you knew and it was absolutely delicious.

Kirishima walked over and helped you two get up and picked up the bike, “Coffee sounds good. I have an overnight shift coming up tonight and I’m already dreading it.”

Bakugo dusted off his pants and nodded, “Yeah coffee sounds nice. Same place as usual?”

You smiled, “Of course!”

You guys had been back to the same coffee house over and over again and the bitchy barista always had something to say but you kept insisting to Bakugo it wasnt worth getting her in trouble.

You practically skipped through the door into the coffee house and right up to the empty counter. The barista gave you a bored look, “Let me guess, the usual?”

You nodded, “Yup! Him as well. He wants to try it!” You pointed at Bakugo behind you who was already taking out his wallet to pay. You needed to try and find a job soon. You couldn't mooch off of him forever. You saw a sign next to the register that said they were hiring. You knew if you brought it up Bakugo would insist it wasn't necessary, so you would just come back tomorrow when he went to work. You refused to be a burden on anyone.

The barista who's name you had found out was Tasha rolled her eyes, “I see you finally found some clothes of your own.

Bakugo put his arm around your shoulders, “Actually the shirts mine but it looks way better on her doesn't it?” He winked at you before retiring his attention to Tasha who’s mouth was hanging open. Bakugo narrowed his eyes at her, “I said doesn't it?”

She handed back his credit card with a quick nod, “Yes. I’m sorry it looks great on you.”

When you had found a booth to sit at you turned to him and slapped his shoulder, “Bakugo you have got to stop bullying the barista!”

His eyes about popped out of their sockets, “Are you kidding me?! She's the one who always has to say some shit about you every other time we come here!”

You sighed, “So? Let her be the source of her own misery. You dont need to stoop to her level. You’re better than that.”

He huffed and fiddled with the napkin dispenser on the table, “Yeah whatever you say....”

Kirishima looked back and forth between the two of you, “What..... the actual fuck? She just scolded you and you’re.... you’re okay with it?”

Bakugo shrugged, “She’s right... there’s no point in bickering with people who aren't worth it.”

You smiled as you leaned up and kissed his cheek. It was a bold move, but it was something you had wanted to do for a while now.

He gave you an incredulous look and narrowed his eyes, “What the fuck was that for.”

Tasha cleared her throat behind him, “Here’s the coffees you guys ordered. Have a great day.”

Bakugo waited for her to be out of earshot before he belted out a laugh, “Oi! Here you are acting all high and mighty talking about being the bigger person and then you go and try to make the barista jealous? You're sneaky.”

He took a sip of his coffee while you just giggled. He didnt need to know that you had no idea Tasha had been standing there. He didnt need to know that you had kissed his cheek because you wanted to. You looked up and mer Kirishima’s eyes. He smirked at you, “Well aren't you two just adorable?”

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everykindofnerd13 · 4 years ago

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Haikyuu Couples Head Canons

Kuroo is very considerate of Kenma’s anxiety when he gets his boyfriend to go to a bigger party. He keeps a pair of noose cancelling headphones in his backpack and he also brings a portable charger. He even makes sure to arrange somewhere open and empty he can bring Kenma with the host.

It’s usually someone like Bokuto, Tendou, Oikawa, or Kuroo himself throwing the party, which is why it’s so easy to arrange something like that.

Tendou used to be a lot harder to get to agree to an empty room until he got himself a Goshiki with mild anxiety that acts up when he’s surrounded by too many people, plus his big socially awkward boyfriend might need quiet every once and a while.

Hence, the “Silent Island” room was born and integrated into all Volleyball parties.

Every team has at least one person who NEEDS quiet and one to two people who WANT it

Once, Maki and Mattsun we’re unaware of the “Silent Island”’s purpose at a party and tried to disturb, for they are VERY chaotic, it wasn’t until Kuroo pushed open the door, one arm wrapped behind him to hold onto Kenma and presumably protect him from other people at the party that they were caught.

“What the hell are you two doing?” Kuroo snapped.

“Uh... partying?” Maki stayed as if it was obvious.

“Go party somewhere else!” Kuroo scolded, he couldn’t shout.

“Why? You tryna get some?” Mattsun gushed, noticing the pudding-cup hair behind Kuroo.

“If you two don’t get out of this room right now I will personally make sure that you run twenty extra laps at practice on Monday.” Iwaizumi appeared suddenly behind Kuroo and Kenma, one reassuring hand rested on Kenma’s shoulder.

“Ah! Yes Iwaizumi!” Maki and Mattsun called in unison as they rushed into the room. Kuroo shot them a glare before quickly ushering Kenma into the room and closing the door behind them.

“What was that about?” Maki asked, clearly annoyed at his loss of a party space.

“That was about you two disrupting the only quiet room there for anyone that needs it, someone like Kenma who looked to be having a bit of a sensory overload.” Iwaizumi growled. Maki and Mattsun’s eyes went wide.

“We didn’t know!” Mattsun called.

“We’re sorry Iwa! And we’ll apologize to Kenma and Kuroo when we see them next!” Maki exclaimed. Iwaizumi rolled his eyes in mock annoyance but patted his teammates on the back.

“Good, now go find someone else to party with,” the two nodded eagerly and were off to find Noya.

Hinata and Kageyama are both the easiest couple to spend time around and the worst couple to spend time around.

Their constant bickering hasn’t changed, but they’re both super clingy and usually when they’re somewhere they feel comfortable, Hinata will be sitting in Kageyama’s lap, nothing dirty or anything, just pure domesticity that makes everyone else feel like they need to go home and bake their boyfriends pie.

Suga and Daichi are actually the most domestic though, it’s honestly disgusting how often they’ll just be smiling at eachother while the group is eating. Tanaka has thrown stuff at them, multiple times.

KUROO CALLS KENMA PUDDING CUP!!! I DONT KNOW WHY IVE NEVER SEEN THIS! LIKE REALLY!!!

Couples like Suga and Daichi, Akaashi and Bokuto, and Nishinoya and Asahi make Kageyama, Iwaizumi, Kenma, and Yaku feel a little insecure about how they treat their boyfriends. Not like they’re abusive, they’re just not always super sweet, they make fun of, prod, and “bully” their boyfriends a lot so sometimes they get scared.

The first time Kenma brought it up with Kuroo, the captain was completely soft for his boyfriend.

“Kuroo...” Kenma muttered, “You know I love you right?” Kuroo looked up from his phone at his boyfriend next to him. They were curled up on the couch, Kenma playing Animal Crossing and Kuroo scrolling through social media. He was concerned, he thought that there may be something bad about to come.

“Of course I do Kitten,” he moved the arm sitting on the couch behind Kenma’s head to wrap around his shoulders, pulling the smaller boy into his chest.

“So you know that I would do anything for you and that I really enjoy spending time with you, and I want to spend as much of my time as possible at your side?” Kuroo started getting worried.

“I know Pudding Cup, I know,” He set down his phone and pulled the switch out of Kenma’s hands, pulling the boy who had still yet to make eye contact with him fully on top of him and laying down on the couch, “Can I ask why?” Kenma took a deep breath and looked up at his boyfriend with obvious tears in his eyes.

“I know that you’re all about all that lovey-dovey stuff, Public Affection and Visible Relationships...” Kenma explained, finally looking Kuroo fully in the eye. Kuroo brought up one of his hands to rest on Kenma’s cheek while the other rubbed his back.

“And I know that I’m not very good at that, and that I tend to poke fun at you, and I just...” Kenma took another deep breath, “I don’t want you to think that I don’t love you, cause I do...” He explained and Kuroo’s face softened immediately.

“Honey, Baby, Kitten, Pudding Cup,” he listed off a bunch of his nicknames for Kenma rubbing his boyfriend’s cheekbone, “I know how you show affection, I’ve known for a long time now, and I don’t mind that you aren’t big on PDA, I know what you’re comfortable with and what you’re not, I know that you don’t mean it when you make fun of me,” Kuroo swipes at the tears threatening to fall from his boyfriend’s eyes.

“Good... I just... I needed you to know...” Kenma wrapped his arms around Kuroo’s middle and buried his face in his chest. Kuroo moves the hand on Kenma’s face up to his hair and started running his fingers through it.

“Pudding Cup,” Kuroo called softly, “What had you thinking like that?” Kenma whined into Kuroo’s chest but he wasn’t taking that for an answer.

“Kenma, why did you think I would feel bad about how you treat me around our friends?” Kenma grumbled but sat up, tracing shapes into the front of Kuroo’s hoodie.

“It’s just... Bokuto and Akaashi are really affectionate, I just... I thought that maybe you wouldn’t be happy with how I treat you around them...” Kuroo sighed, scratching at Kenma’s scalp.

“Kenma, honey, that Bokuto and Akaashi’s relationship, even though those two are super affectionate, I’m not gonna suddenly be unhappy with the boy I’ve been crushing on since I was 10.” Kenma’s face lit up in a blush at Kuroo’s words but he nodded. Kuroo smiled and tilted Kenma’s face I kiss him softly on the lips.

Kageyama started being uncharacteristically affectionate, and while Hinata appreciates it, he also misses their bickering.

“Tobio!” Hinata called after his boyfriend as the other walked ahead of him, their hands entwined between them.

“Yes Shoyo?” He asked softly turning to look ag his boyfriend.

“Why are you acting different?” He asked softly, pulling himself close to Kageyama.

“What do you mean?” Hinata scrunched up his face, did Kageyama really not notice?

“You’re acting... different,” Hinata said, still searching for the words. The boys finally reached Kageyama’s house and the taller one let go of Hinata’s hand in favor of pulling out his keys.

“How so?” He asked, he was even talking differently. Hinata held in a growl as he pushed his boyfriend into his house, slamming the door behind them and grabbing Kageyama by the collar before shoving him up against the door.

“Why are you acting different?” He asked, more sternly this time. Kageyama grunted when he hit the door, immediately grabbing for purchase on Hinata’s waist. He tightened his grip immediately, sending a shiver down Hinata’s spine. It was kinda hot knowing that Kageyama was capabale of throwing him across a room if so desired. And even hotter knowing that he never would.

“What do you mean?” Kageyama retaliated and Hinata groaned, shoving away from his boyfriend, trying to get away, just so he could scream, or run, or do anything, he just wanted his bestfriend back.

“You’re not like you were before!” He shouted, beating on Kageyama’s chest because he couldn’t get away. Tears began to sting at his eyes, “You don’t ever compete with me, or argue with me, or treat me like you used too! I liked it when you would kiss me and it would be one of the best feelings in the world because you never did that! And now you just kiss me everytime we do anything and I don’t hate it I just don’t know why!” Hinata was crying now, breathing heavily into Kageyama’s chest.

He’d given up trying to get away. Kageyama’s hands shifted, instead wrapping around Hinata’s waist and pulling him close when he cried, and it finally felt familiar, like Hinata wasn’t dating someone he’d never met. He pulled his hands tight to his chest to allow Tobio to do all the work.

“Sho...” Kageyama muttered, and Hinata sighed. He loved when Kageyama called him Sho, it sounded so loving and infatuated, because he only called Hinata Sho when they were alone, and he had still kept the name for then in the past week or so of strangeness.

“Tobi...” he retaliated, using the equal opposite to what Kageyama has just said against him.

“Sho I’m sorry...” Kageyama muttered into Hinata’s hair. It was just above and whisper and his arms wrapped around Hinata shoulders instead, crushing him in a strong hug, and pulling Shōyō out of his own head. There was something wrong with Kageyama, and he was the one crying. How pathetic.

“Tobi, why won’t you treat me like I’m your friend anymore?” Hinata asked after pulling away a little. Kageyama’s arms slipped to Hinata’s waist again and he cast a glare at the ground, one that Hinata knew all too well.

“Tobio. Talk to me. I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what’s wrong,” Hinata said simply, reaching up one hand to place it on Kageyama’s cheek.

“I love you Shoyo...” Kageyama muttered quietly and Hinata’s face lit up.

“I love you too ‘Yama...” Hinata answered, “Arr you gonna tell me why you’ve been acting so different?” Kageyama took a deep breath and for the first time that day looked Hinata in the eyes.

His midnight blue eyes always seemed to put Hinata’s chestnut to shame. They were almost black around the iris and around the pupil but they were more indigo in the center, and if you looked close enough there were flecks of a normal light light sky blue, which really made them look like a starry sky.

“Sho... I’m sorry...” Kageyama muttered, he wouldn’t speak up and he sounded terrified and it was breaking Hinata’s heart. He pulled away and grabbed one of Kageyama’s hands away from his waist, leaving one and keeping one hand on Kageyama’s cheek.

“What are you sorry for Yama?” He asks while slowly leading Kageyama to the couch.

“It’s just... you’re always talking about how Nishinoya and Asahi have the cutest relationship, and I thought that maybe you weren’t happy with me... I wanted to love you better...” Hinata’s features all softened at Kageyama’s words. He sat his boyfriend down on the couch and climbed into his lap, wrapping his arms around Kageyama’s neck. He leaned up to press a gentle kiss to Kageyama’s lips.

“Tobi, I love you. I love you just the way you are, and you loved me just fine in the first place. If you really want to be that affectionate that’s fine but... I liked our bickering and I like that even though we’re dating I still get to be your bestfriend.” Hinata explained, hands on Kageyama’s cheeks. The setter let a soft smile spread across his face.

“Okay...” he muttered, and pulled Hinata in for a hug.

Iwa was a lot less obscure about it. He just, walked up to Oikawa one day during practice to verify, and other things...

“Tooru .” He stated numbly as he approached his setter from behind after practice ended.

“Yes Iwa-Chan?” Oikawa turned around to face his boyfriend.

“I love you,” Iwaizumi stayed simply before pulling Oikawa in and kissing him firmly on the lips.

“Oh! I know that Hajime!” He exclaimed and giggled, holding Iwaizumi’s free hand in his.

“Thought I’d remind you.” Iwaizumi muttered, embarrassed that Oikawa called him by his given name.

“Course Hajime, I love you too,” Oikawa pressed a gentle kiss to his lips then pulled away. Iwaizumi pulled his hand away from Oikawa’s neck and rubbed at the back of his in embarrassment. Oikawa stood up and intertwined their fingers as they began to leave school, leaning on his boyfriend slightly.

“So, what’s going on Iwa-Chan?” Iwaizumi tripped slightly at the question.

“What do you mean?” He asked after a moment.

“Why did you feel the need to remind me you love me?” Iwaizumi sighed at Oikawa’s question.

“You were being all swoony about how affectionate the Karasuno captain and his boyfriend are last night... I thought you might feel like I don’t love you.” Oikawa was so excited to gush about how cute his boyfriend is.

“Awww! Iwa-Chan! I love you! I know that you love me! Even when you call me names!” He wrapped his arms around Iwaizumi and hugged him tight to his side. Iwaizumi sighed but smiled fondly at his boyfriend.

Out of all the captains, it’s actually Daichi who uses the most nicknames for his boyfriend.

These include; Honey, Pumpkin, Love, Dear, Darling, Precious, Babe, Baby, Sweetie, Sweetheart, Sugar, Beautiful, Gorgeous, Lover-Of-Mine, Love Bug, Dreamy, Handsome, Loverboy, HoneyBun, Angel, Hon’, Butterfly, and Mama Crow, cause he thinks he’s funny.

Some of the more personal ones are Silver, Boba Tea, and Bubbles, each have a story.

“Silver” comes from Suga’s hair obviously but it also is a reference to the silver promise ring on Suga’a finger.

“Boba Tea” is because that’s what Suga would bring to school every morning their first year, so it was a nickname back then before they were super close.

“Bubbles” is a reference to their first date. They had a picnic in the park and Suga brought a couple bubble wands that they played with. It was cute.

Unsurprisingly these names are mostly saved for the privacy of their homes, but Mama Crow, Sugar, Love Bug, and Honey Bun are his favorite ones to use around their friends. Though he actually uses the more normal ones like Babe, Baby, Love, Dear, Darling, Honey, Beautiful, Gorgeous, and Handsome more on auto pilot.

Suga is definitely the more proud boyfriend, not like Daichi isn’t proud and wouldn’t just parade his boyfriend around, but he’s easily embarrassed.

Once when Daichi scored a winning point against Fukurodani, Suga actually shouted at the top of his lungs, “That’s my man!!!” Which made Daichi blush profusely and made the loss a little more bearable for Bokuto.

Unsurprisingly, Suga is the mom of the group and keeps snacks in her bag for her hungry munchkins, so he also often finds himself pulling out granola bars for Kenma and Ushiwaka who forget to eat a lot.

Daichi goes out of his way to open all doors for Suga, to be a “gentleman”.

Suga finds it incredibly endearing, but he also likes to beat him out the door and watch Daichi pout.

Akaashi keeps snacks in his bag too, but he won’t share them, they’re specifically for Bokuto, as they’re all his favorite snacks.

Yaku does not keep snacks, but he has a surplus of Gatorade flavors in a duffle bag that he carries everywhere.

The number one think Suga and Akaashi bond over is how attractive thighs and arms are.

“Daichi’s biceps are like the size of my head.”

“Bokuto could crush me between his thighs.”

“Oh my god! Daichi also has AMAZING thighs!”

“Bokuto has amazing arms!”

Daichi is very shy about it while Hokuto stands proudly to accept the love from his boyfriend. Hinata also have very detailed conversations about their own boyfriend’s arms.

And Oikawa also loves Iwaizumi’s arms. And his thighs. Kenma could talk for hours with him about how attractive their boyfriends are and he doesn’t even really like Oikawa.

Aka, Everyone in Haikyuu love arms and thighs and that works out well as Athletes.

Yachi once insisted while taking pictures that she got one of everyone carrying a significant other bridal style.

Everyone and no one at the same time were extremely surprised when Akaashi picked up Bokuto. Of course they got one of Bokuto carrying Akaashi as well but nonetheless.

Yachi was also very excited to line them all up like ducklings, shorter boyfriends in front and taller in back, Yaku was not impressed when she had the taller rest their arms on their smaller boyfriend’s heads.

Yachi is a PHOTOGRAPHER.

After graduation, Bokuto and Kuroo moved in together. It became the hangout place for every group.

Kenma and Akaashi practically live there.

Suga can cook really well but he can’t bake to save his life. Daichi however can make any sweet you throw at him, but don’t even think of expecting him to be able to make spagetti.

Hinata is truly a koala. He’ll latch onto Kageyama’s front or back any chance he gets, it’s kinda annoying when he falls asleep though, Kageyama gets more jumpy because he’s so focused on keeping him from falling, therefore he tends to be very out of it during conversations.

When he gets tired at parties, not anxious, but tired, Kenma will pull Kuroo down onto a couch and curl up in his lap with his head on his shoulder, put on the noise cancelling headphones and go to sleep. It’s literally the cutest thing, and Lev learned not to point it out by now.

You know how everyone always tries to adopt Hinata out of Karasuno? Suga regularly brings Goshiki to Karasuno and they enjoy food and Goshiki and Hinata bond over their Ace-pirations. (Ha, like As-pirations?... Anyway...)

Semi is always a little salty when Goshiki gets back, he is the team mom, he likes his kid, that is his kid, and Sugawara-San and his tiny tangerine should leave him alone. But when Goshiki gets back he’s always so happy and excited to talk to Tendou, Semi, Ushiwaka, and Shirabu if he’ll listen, about Karasuno’s first year.

Goshiki and Hinata would be BEST FRICKIN FRIENDS. FIGHT ME.

Kenma loves to play Mystic Messenger, much to Kuroo’s dismay, and he got Hinata really into it once when Hinata visited, so Kageyama also has a particular resentment toward the game.

Oikawa pretends to hate Kageyama, but he is constantly referring to Kageyama, Kindaichi, and Kunimi as he and Iwaizumi’s “children”.

Suga wants to strangle him. That’s his baby crow, back off.

He acts like this when Kuroo tried to steal Tsukki, when Bokuto tries to steal Hinata, and when Terushima even glances at Yamaguchi. The guy gives him bad vibes.

Takeda actually managed to make Ukai stop smoking, which made Suga super proud. He was like a proud child, like his own father had finally stopped smoking.

Kenma instinctively hides behind Kuroo in situations where he doesn’t feel comfortable. This also applies to Hinata, Suga, and Yachi.

Hinata is actually a very sleepy person outside of volleyball and will fall asleep literally anywhere, not only on Kageyama’s back but also at restaurants, on trains, and while hanging out with their friends, he usually doesn’t last very long as parties, unless he’s constantly in conversation, otherwise he can’t recharge.

Lev subconsciously steps in front of Yaku sometimes when he gets angry, not because he’s protecting his Senpai, but because he doesn’t Yaku to see him with what his mother used to call, an “ugly” expression. She would ways tell Lev and Alisa that looking anything less than happy was ugly, so he stands ahead of people so they can’t see him.

#kagehina #kuroken #daisuga #asanoya #kiyoyachi #bokuaka #levyaku #haikyuu!!#headcanons #tsukiyama

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Title: For Blue, Blue Skies Pairings: Steve x tony Part: 1/5 Warnings: swearing, bullying, abuse (physical and verbal), blood, angst, fluff. Summary: Steve was sure he’d aced his latest test in his forensics class but as it turns out, Professor Fury failed almost everyone. In order to get extra credit Steve and his friends join a program that Fury called The Avengers to deal with a bullying problem at the nearby high school. Hidden behind the glitz and glamour of his father’s money, most people can’t see that Tony Stark’s life is a nightmare. All Tony wants is to get out of this hellish school as quickly as possible and get as far away from his abusive father as soon as possible. A/N: This is based off of a nonnie’s request, hope you enjoy.

Tony knew three rules.

Rule number one: remain invisible-hence the overly large black hoodie that disguised him amongst the crowd.

Rule number two: never tarnish the Stark name-homework was completed and assignments were ready to be handed in over a week early.

Rule number three: never let anyone know how much pain you’re in.

Rule number three was the rule that Tony struggled with the most, but if he kept to the first two rules then he didn’t really have to worry about the third rule. He stuck to the edges of the hallway to ensure he didn’t get jostled by any of the other kids. They were all so much bigger than Tony. He made it to his chemistry class and practically collapsed into his chair in the front row. The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end as he sensed the attention of some of his classmates shift to him. He squeezed his eyes shut and wished he could turn invisible. Wished that he could vanish, just so they’d stop looking. Just so he could get through the end of high school. It was bad enough that Tony had skipped a grade, bad enough that his clothes were all too big on him, bad enough that he was the short scrawny kid, but he had no friends and his father was rich. Everyone knew it and they all hated him for it.

“fuck you.” he whispered underneath his breath as the others around him stage-whispered insults.

“look at his hair, is he growing a mullet?”

“Would go with the homeless look, wouldn’t it?”

“do you think he’s just rebelling? No kid that rich dresses like that.” He wanted them to leave him alone. But he knew that ignoring it was better than addressing it. so he let them whisper, let them talk. And then Justin Hammer walked in, and Tony’s stomach dropped down and out of him. Please keep walking. Don’t notice me, take your seat at the back and move on. Please.

But Hammer didn’t take his place at the back, he kept walking towards Tony’s desk. The bright fluorescent lights perfectly illuminated the malice on Hammer’s face and Hammer reached into one of his pockets.

“Morning Stark, have you lost your marbles today?” Hammer asked and sat down in the empty seat beside Tony.

“Justin.” Tony said by way of acknowledgement and stared down at his homework. Justin was laughing, at what Tony wasn’t sure. He shifted uncomfortably, wishing he could just float away.

“Stark raving mad, that’s what you are. Just like your mother.” Tony flinched and dug his nails into his palms. They didn’t know what they were talking about. They were just dumb kids and one day Tony would be free of them. He could go to college and be surrounded by people who cared about learning just as much as Tony did. They wouldn’t bully him for being smart, they’d encourage him.

“Alright class, settle down.” It was Mr Coulson but Justin didn’t move to his assigned seat. Just watched Tony with eyes like a hawk and Tony’s stomach began to twist and churn.

“Stark raving mad.” Justin whispered right before he spilled water all over Tony’s homework. Tony shot up and out of his seat, but stopped before throwing a punch. He squeezed his eyes shut, let out a deep breath and counted to ten. He wouldn’t be violent, he wouldn’t be like his father. He couldn’t allow that kind of darkness to infect him. Tony sat back down but knew he had the attention of everyone in the room.

“What’s up Stark? Having an aneurism or something?” Justin asked and Tony gritted his teeth. He would keep calm, he wouldn’t lose it. he couldn’t afford to. If he got suspended he’d be left to his father and Tony couldn’t do that. This school, this hellish nightmare where he was teased and taunted and pushed to the edge, was Tony’s safe haven.

“go sit down in your seat Justin.” Mr Coulson snapped but said nothing about Tony’s homework. Tony slumped down in his seat and stared blankly at the whiteboard. He wasn’t insane, they were wrong. he just liked to learn and that made him different. But being different wasn’t so bad, right?

Steve walked to class, chewing some peppermint gum and carrying way too many books. He had to stop by the library to drop them off after class. But when he stepped inside his forensics class, the room was silent and grim.

“Take a seat.” The professor said and Steve dropped down into his chair beside his best friend Bucky.

“What’s going on?” Steve whispered while they waited for the last couple of students to show up.

“I don’t know, he just said he needs to talk.” Professor Fury could be a bit of an asshole, but he was an excellent teacher. Steve had originally hated the idea of taking a forensics class, but he soon found he enjoyed it. and he was pretty sure that was because Professor Fury was teaching it.

“someone said it had something to do with our last test.” Natasha whispered as she dropped into the seat on the other side of Steve.

“Good now that everyone is finally here,” Fury shot a glare at Natasha and Steve and they both sank down lower in their seats. He was in a bad mood today. “I would like to discuss the fact that almost every student in my class is failing.” Uh oh.

“Failing?” someone called out and Professor Fury nodded.

“Correct. Not one student got above thirty percent on the last assessment.” Shit.

“But I thought I did well on that!” someone cried. Steve forgot how to breathe. If he failed this class then he could be at risk of losing his scholarship. And then what? all his money went into his share of the rent, he couldn’t afford to fail this class.

“no, you all overthought it. you were so….clinical. there was no humanity in any of the answers. The subject suffered from a laceration to the throat which must have been difficult for the witness to see.” He read from someone’s test.

“Well it wouldn’t have been easy to see.” Bucky grumbled and Steve couldn’t help but smile a little.

“I’m disappointed in all of you. on the very first day of class, I told you all to hold on to your humanity. And you all failed me. but I’m going to go out on a limb here and offer you a second chance.” Steve straightened, his heart pounded in his chest. A second chance?

“There’s a program that the Dean has developed in collaboration with the local high school. He’s called it the Avengers Initiative. The high school has a serious bullying problem and you will be tasked with a student to look after. You will get to the bottom of the bullying and you will solve it. you will do this for the rest of the semester and earn extra credit for doing so.” Fury crossed his arms but Steve relaxed in his seat. That wasn’t so bad. And extra credit sounded nice.

“Aren’t there better qualified people to do this?” someone complained and Fury rose a brow.

“the dean hopes that your youth will enable you to connect better to the kids. Each student that solves one kid’s bullying problem gets an A.” Steve’s jaw dropped and the whole class was suddenly way more interested. An A would look excellent on his report card. It could help him keep his scholarship, and how hard could it be to tell a kid to stop bullying someone?

“When do we start?” Steve called out and Fury grinned.

“Tomorrow. I’ve emailed you all the details. Now, back to the lecture…” but Steve wasn’t listening. He could do this. he could get an A and save his scholarship. This would save him.

Lunch was its own infested nightmare. Everyone was shoved into one room for an hour and expected to get along. Tony would have hidden in the bathroom during the whole hour if it weren’t for the fact that this is Peter’s only opportunity to eat. So he got in line with all the other kids, tray in hand and he scooped everything that looked like it wouldn’t give him food poisoning onto his tray. Someone grabbed his shoulder and he flinched, dropping his tray.

“don’t touch me!” Tony hissed and found it was Justin, grinning and Tony frowned.

“What’s wrong Stark? It was just a friendly pat on the back.” He punched Tony in the arm and Tony had to count to ten again. He just had to get through this lunch hour.

“Leave me alone.” Tony bent down and picked up his tray off the floor, most of the food had spilled everywhere. Fuck.

“what’s wrong Stark?” justin asked tauntingly but Tony shook his head. Stay calm. He told himself and moved to sit at a table. He sat down and began to eat the one remaining half of his mac and cheese that hadn’t been utterly destroyed. Tony ate slowly, salvaging the taste, finally. His stomach rumbled loudly at just the taste, glad to finally get food. Tony couldn’t wait until he was old enough to move out. Then he’d be free.

“Stark raving mad! Stark raving mad! Stark raving mad!” Justin had started a chant and the others all chorused the words, booming around the cafeteria. Tony ignored it, food was his top priority right now. making it through the day, healing.

“come on Stark!” Justin pulled on Tony’s arm, dragged him up to his feet.

“Leave me the fuck alone!” Tony hissed, his anger rising.

“Oooh I’m shaking.” Justin laughed and Tony took several deep and calming breaths.

“Leave me alone.” His tone was pleading and Justin fed off of that.

“Are you going to cry? It looks like you’re going to cry. God, you’re such a fucking baby. Go back to your own year group.” He shook his head and slapped Tony’s back again, the cafeteria cheered. But Tony was seeing red from pain.

“Don’t touch me!” he shoved Justin back and Justin crashed into the closest table. The whole cafeteria fell silent. Everyone was staring, but Justin began laughing.

“you’re going to fight me?” he asked and came closer, getting right in Tony’s face. Justin was two heads taller and Tony had to crane his neck to look up at him. He was shaking, he didn’t want this. he wanted this to stop, but he felt trapped. It was going too far, too fast.

“Leave me alone.” Tony ground out, surprised at how steady his voice sounded. But justin pushed Tony and Tony stumbled back. He regained his balance, grabbed his backpack and began to walk away which made Justin laugh harder.

“I knew you were pathetic.” Tony faltered, his mind rolling back to the previous night. pathetic murdering piece of shit. Unwanted spoiled brat. Ungrateful beast. Monster.

“Fuck off.” Tony snarled, and that was the straw that broke the camel’s back. Justin swung, landing a punch on Tony. Tony immediately dropped to the floor, hands over head and breathing heavily. No. he wouldn’t be able to cover that up. Howard would know. Justin landed a kick to Tony’s ribs and Tony snapped.

Steve, along with his classmates, stood in the office of Midtown high school. The school, while famed for their harsh program and intelligent students, had a severe bullying problem and that was evident from the short walk to the front office. Steve was starting to feel nervous about this whole thing, what if he couldn’t pull it off? What if he failed? Then what?

“We’ve all matched you up with a kid who we want you to help out. Some of you have been matched with the bullied and others with the bullies. Help these kids find their way and professor Fury will give you an A.” god, it sounded so simple when he put it like that. The headmaster started calling out names and they all waited patiently, Bucky was paired with some kid called Justin.

“Steve Rogers and uh, Bruce Banner.” Steve nodded his head and took the slip of paper that said where Bruce’s first period class would be. He had an English class first period. The principal called out a few more pairings and then showed them all to a pile of school maps.

“good luck.” Were his parting words before he retreated back to his office. Steve shared a look with Bucky as they grabbed their school maps.

“I’ll meet up with you after and we can get some pizza.” Bucky said and Steve nodded.

“I’ll see you around.” And then they went their separate ways, entering the belly of the beast.

“You broke his nose.” The headmaster said yet again and Tony rose a brow.

“Did i? I don’t remember that. Think I might’ve blacked out.” Tony admitted and the principal sighed.

“And your father called, apparently you didn’t go home yesterday?” Tony stared up at the ceiling. He’d slept in a park, well, sleep was putting it generously. He’d closed one eye and been on edge the whole night. but it had been better than going home.

“So?” Tony asked and the principal shook his head.

“tony I really don’t want to suspend you, that will go on your record and your brain deserves to be challenged at a great college. But I will have to suspend you if you keep this up.”

“What was I supposed to do sir?” Tony asked, growing angrier with each passing second.

“from what’s been reported by other students, you were very violent. I want you to start seeing the school counsellor.” Tony crossed his arms and shook his head.

“No.”

“It’s that or suspension.” Tony sighed and looked up at the fluorescent light that was flickering.

“Fine.” He ground out, he had no other choice apparently.

“Excellent, your first session will be during lunch break.” Tony shot up out of his seat at that, his stomach growling at the mere thought.

“Lunch?” his only meal, vanishing.

“It’s quite alright Tony, I’ve already informed one of the lunchladies to bring a meal to you. now you should get to class.” Tony relaxed and nodded.

“Oh, okay. Thanks.” He grabbed his backpack and practically ran out of there, the hallways were quiet and empty. He was late.

“Ah, Mr Stark, finally decided to make an appearance?” the teacher rose an unimpressed brow and the whole class snickered.

“Sorry, I was with the headmaster.” Tony said as he sat down in his seat. The teacher rolled her eyes and turned back to the board. Tony glanced to the kid next to him-Bruce, and glanced at Bruce’s notes.

“You were an idiot for attacking Justin.” Bruce whispered and Tony’s eyes met his.

“Someone had to do it.” Bruce rolled his eyes and when Tony saw he hadn’t missed anything, he settled back into his seat.

“Entitled rich boy.” Bruce muttered and Tony sighed. He wondered what Bruce would say if he knew that Tony had slept in a park like a homeless person. What he would say about the bruises underneath his clothes, the ribs that stuck out a little too much to be healthy and the welts on his back caused by his father’s belt. Would he still be called an entitled rich boy then?

Ten deep breaths.

One.

Two.

Three.

“Can’t believe he broke Justin’s nose, imagine the law suit that’s waiting for him. They’ll send his ass to juvie, that’ll teach him a lesson about assault.” Someone stage-whispered.

Four.

Five.

Six.

“I guess Justin was right afterall, he really is Stark raving mad.”

Seven.

Eight.

Nine.

“Did you know he killed his mom?” Tony’s temper snapped and he turned around in his seat, he couldn’t calm the temper, couldn’t silence the rage, how dare they accuse him of that?

“Shut the fuck up before I break your nose.” Tony hissed and the girl rose her brows in surprise. She then burst into tears and her friend shot Tony a glare.

“That’s enough.” Miss Hill snapped and Tony hung his head, the anger dissipating. He’d given in to the anger, he’d made a girl cry. It made Tony feel all sorts of angry and ugly inside, angry with himself, angry at the world.

“Steve could you please escort Tony to the office.” Fuck.

“Sure.” The voice was unfamiliar and when Tony looked for the source he found it was someone sitting in the desk next to Bruce’s. the guy was undeniably attractive, with his messy blonde hair, fair skin and bright blue eyes-who wouldn’t be attracted to him? The guy stood up out of his seat and Tony followed in suit, only to notice that the other guy-Steve- was a full head taller than Tony. Tony followed Steve out of the classroom, keeping his movements slow and careful, his back ached from sleeping on a park bench all night.

“why do you feel the need to attract so much attention to yourself?” Steve asked and his voice echoed ever so slightly in the empty hallway.

“would you just sit back in silence if people said those things about you?” Tony snapped and Steve rose a brow. Tony could practically hear the thought go through Steve’s head, entitled rich boy.

Steve stared at the Tony kid in disbelief. Bruce had mentioned that there were kids who had it worse, had even mentioned Tony specifically, but Steve felt like the kid almost deserved it.

“You can’t just bully people out of retaliation.” Steve said and Tony rose his brows.

“bully people?” Steve crossed his arms, this kid practically had it coming.

“Yeah, you show up to class late, with a weak excuse might I add, and then you disrupt everyone and make some poor girl cry and-“

“She said I’d killed my mom.” Tony interrupted and Steve rolled his eyes.

“you interrupt people, I noticed you trying to copy Bruce’s work without even asking and you broke some kid’s nose.” Tony shut his eyes and Steve could’ve sworn the kid was counting. Steve felt like a jerk then, his purpose here was to improve the high school, not make things worse by upsetting one of the students.

“Are you like new here or something?” Tony asked at long last and Steve tilted his head.

“No, I’m a college student.”

“and you just usually hang around in high schools?” Tony asked, sounding more annoyed with each passing second. Steve just rolled his eyes.

“The Avengers program, my classmates and I are here to sort out your bullying problem.” Tony snorted and Steve stared up at the ceiling, the lights all glaringly bright.

“And so you decided to come on in here and judge me?” Tony asked and Steve felt a wave of guilt crash into him.

“That wasn’t my intention.” Steve admitted and Tony shook his head. Steve was aware that they were wasting time and that he really should get back to Bruce. But a part of him felt compelled to stay, to help this kid who was entitled and acted as if the world owed him.

“Let’s just get to the headmaster’s office.” Steve said after a long silence and Tony didn’t argue. They walked the rest of the way, Steve felt like he was supposed to say something to make things better. But he didn’t know what to say, so he dropped Tony off in the office and headed back to class.

#stony #stony fic #Steve Rogers #tony stark #Bucky Barnes #bruce banner #howard stark #high school au #au #for blue blue skies fic #Avengers #The Avengers #avengers fic #avengers fluff #avengers angst #stony fluff #stony angst #Iron Man #captain america

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jjsjuiceboxx · 4 years ago

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LOVE TRIANGLE

POPExREADERxTOPPER

REQUESTED FOR: @letsgofullkook

SUMMARY: a love triangle between readerxtopper and readerxpope

⚠️WARNINGS⚠️: underage drinking, smoking, cuss words, angst.

︎A/N- revamping my stuff so I’m just editing for decoration and stuff to make it pop more and draw attention ( no changes to the actual fic ), happy reading :).

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You were currently on hms pogue with John B, Kie, pope, and JJ you were zoning out looking how the suns reflection could be seen from the water of the marsh, you were pulled out of your thoughts when Kie started to talk about the kegger tonight at the boneyard.

“ok so who is going to bring what?“ Kie asked looking to everyone expectantly.

Across the boat you can see JJ smirk “you all already know I’ve got the weed.”

“I’ll have the kegs filled up and take them both to the boneyard.” John B stated

You were about to speak but was cut off suddenly when you felt a cold chill approaching, “hey are you ok y/n?” Pope asked you slightly concerned.

“Yeah dont worry Pope I just got a cold chill suddenly it’s gone now tho.” You smiles sweetly at him for even noticing and then instantly be concerned Pope eyed you suspiciously he could still see chill pumps on your arms so he walked to his bag and pulled out his hoodie, his favorite one that he won’t even let John b or JJ wear.

Instead of Pope handing it to you he put it over your shoulders letting you slip your arms into them then he zipped it up for you, you blushed at the action heart pounding pope smiled at you.

“Really she can wear your hoodie without asking but when we ask nicely you don’t let us? Man I even say please I never say please!” JJ explained shocked

“She isn’t a cluts like John b and doesn’t spill beer everywhere and I cannot have you making my hoodie reek of weed, besides it’s Y/N we are talking about she doesn’t need to ask” Pope state’s non challenger

“Wow pope you’re a changed man.” Kie said laughing at the end and sending a wink your way

You were close with all the pogues but you and kie were the closest gossiping with one another about kooks and the boys while you did face masks and painted each other’s nails she knew you had a crush on pope which is odd considering he isn’t your type but he is so smart and it’s almost mysterious and he isn’t afraid to tell random people he wants to be a coroner and then proceed to tell them facts about what happens after you die and you couldn’t help but catch feelings.

“Wow pope you’re a changed man.” Kie said laughing at the end and sending a wink your way.

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You and the rest of the pogues were now at the boneyard setting up for the kegger kie brought chips and a speaker to blast music, John b had the kegs and was setting them up, JJ sat down on a big fallen tree with his small contribution his weed, pope had a cooler with ice and more drinks inside while you carried a beach chair and solo cups kie also had you pick up straws for some of the beer in the cooler and it HAD to be recyclable.

“Y/N you know even at parties we have to save the turtles and other animals and our only earth.” She said seriously when you went to object she gave you a stern look.

“Yeah yeah....right the straws” you said kinda scared

“recyclable straws recyclable is important” she hollered after you now you were putting the straws on the table and putting solo cups out to be easily grabbed when you saw a few kooks show up a little earlier probably to set up their own beers and what not

But you couldn’t help but think Topper would be here yes he was dating Sarah but he always flirted with you before and during the relationship you at first hated it but one day when he stopped you realized you miss it so you decided the next time you saw him you would flirt first and so you did he then offered to get you a coffee and eat and you really got to know topper not kook topper, he hated pogues and was rude to them but he has never said anything bad about you atleast not to your face he always bullied the others.

As more people showed up you started to get anxious about toppers arrival you knew he was coming he always does the question was when ? And do you go up and talk to him ? When it’s just him and you you guys always talk about real stuff and you see that topper is just like the rest of us just slightly more perfect and put together.

You decided to start getting drunk to calm your nerves once you had two cups you were tipsy still sober enough to remember things and control yourself but a lot more relaxed and care free you saw pope walk away from taking to a girl and decided to dance with him.

“Pope come dance with me I love this song” you said cheerfully while spinning around

“Fine but If you get sick from spinning I’ll be mad” he laughed grabbing your hand

You and pope danced for 30 mins or something laughing and joking around and then suddenly you caught a glimpse of a tall tan boy with frosted tips along with Sarah and Kelce right by his side a slow song was playing and pope had you facing the entrance to the boneyard suddenly you and topper made eye contact he Gave you a slight nod in which you returned with a smile but it suddenly shifted when he looked away shaking his head so pulled back from pope and started taking his hoodie off

“I’m getting hot from all the Dancing I’m gunna grab a drink and cool off” you told him Pope pulled you into a tight hug that lasted about a minute.

“Thank you for dancing with me I’ve always wanted to slow dance with a pretty girl.” Pope stated shyly scratching the back of his head.

“Aww I’ll slow dance with you anytime handsome” you said blushing getting on your tip toes and kissing his cheek letting it linger for a bit you back off seeing him blush under the moonlight you handed him his hoodie and walked to get a drink.

While waiting in the line for a drink you looked up to see Sarah climbing a red buoy and Kelce and topper trying to get her down safely you looked away not wanting to catch their eyes. You hadn’t noticed but topper gave up as Sarah was being rather difficult while kelce climber up with her to pry her hands off the top of the buoy.

You felt a light tap on your shoulder prying your eyes away from John b trying to impress tourons by juggling some beers, your eyes met a pair of eyes you were all familiar with, topper.

“Hey there ken of the outerbanks, hows it hanging in the Barbie dream house?” You questioned amused

Topper laughed at your nickname you gave him “it isn’t the Barbie dream house when she isn’t my Barbie you’re” topper declared

You and topper during many of your hang outs tho you like to calls them private dates where you just talk and laugh he was wearing a bright salmon polo and khaki shorts with a belt and some sperrberrys to match and let out a little chuckle and said he looked like your old ken doll you have “accidently” taken from school, oops.

Topper laughed “ok ok fine I’ll take it but you have to be my Barbie” he said laughing

“Ok I’ll be the Barbie to you ken”

And hence the day the nicknames had been born. By this time it was your turn to get your drink topper took your cup and filled it up and gave it back to you while he did his.

“Wow who knew topper Thornton could be such a gentlemen” you mocked

“Oh haha you’re so funny aren’t you Barbie” topper said sarcastically

You were about to come up with a remark when he suddenly turned to you stopping you in your tracks looking at you seriously.

“Hey can we like uh talk somewhere?” He questioner awkwardly.

“Yeah of course top Ik a good place” you motioned him to follow you in a set of bushes near the woods looking around once you got there for any horny drunk teens only to find none.

“Is everything ok topper? You’re never really serious unless something is wrong” you said worrying you know a conversation with topper was serious when you said his name and not a nickname.

“I know you’re friends with pope and I’m with Sarah but I can’t talk to Sarah or rafe and Kelce the way I can with you I feel like the real me I had forgotten about and you help me find it again, I don’t know I guess I got slightly jealous seeing you dance with Pope and laughing while wearing his hoodie” topper said quickly

You put your hands on either side of his cheek making him look you in the eyes you stared at him in an adoring way “topper I feel the same but I’m a pogue you’re a kook even though we understand one another not everyone can see it that way, I mean rafe could unfriend you Sarah wouldn’t be around and I don’t want you to lose that because of me” you said softly

“I know I know it just sucks because I do really like you I want To be with you, don’t get me wrong I like Sarah too but I feel pressured because of my parents saying and putting words into my head makes me wonder if I really like her or if I just think I do, but one thing for sure I know I like you” topper stated stepping closer

By this time Sarah was looking for topper him being gone far to long for “getting a drink” when she neared the keg topper was no where insight “hey kie I know you hate me but have you seen topper? He was getting drinks and now he is gone” Sarah explained looking around

“ I saw him walk down the beach following someone too dark to tell who, I know what you’re thinking that I’m saying that to upset you like or whatever but I’m not” kie defended rolling her eyes.

“No I can tell when your lying I believe you thank you” Sarah said walking off in the direction joe pointed too.

“Topper I like you too but I don’t know how this could work and I don’t want to hurt you saying this but I also like pope but we don’t flirt nearly as much as we do he doesn’t know I like him” you said looking down not wanting to hurt him

“ hey hey it’s ok friends who spend all the time together are bound to catch feelings whether it’s one sided or not I’m not upset thank you for being honest” he said smiling softly tucking some hair behind your ear you smiled leaning into his soft touch.

Pope was a little further down the beach then Sarah was pope sat in front of the fire with a marshmallow on a stick while John b laughed at pope trying to teach JJ how to roast a perfect marshmallow for the worlds best s’mores, “JJ you need to hold both hands one on top of the other at the bottom of the stick and then push your marshmallow down at the top till the stick poked through the marshmallow so it won’t fall into the fire and waste the marshmallow, then you hold it just above the flames. No not like that it’s too close you will catch the marshmallow on fire....again. Now you wait 5 mins then rotate it to the other side and then wait 5 mins and do the same all over so it gets a perfect brown shade don’t catch it on fire because one it’s bitter two it is a lot more hot and three some sparks could be left on it that you can’t see and will burn the shit out of your tongue possible 2nd degree burn that grants a hospital visit now you see mine is perfectly brown on all sides now you take your graham crackers and put the marshmallow on one then the chocolate then you sandwich it all together like so and bam you’ve got yourself the worlds best s’more” Pope said with a chefs kiss after he did a technical tutorial on the proper way to make a smore for the poor boy who has never learned how.

“Eww mine looks like toe cheese” JJ said grimacing.

“ I don’t want to know why you know that man.” John b said watching it play out amusingly.

“Just eat it JJ it’s good the best ever honestly, off topic have you seen y/n I havnt seen her in 30 mins” pope asked curiously

“Aww pope you have a crush on the baby pogue” JJ said teasingly

“JJ leave him alone who cares if he likes her damn, but uh I saw her walk the way” John b Pointed in the direction you had went

Pope stood up nodding his head going in that direction to look for the girl he was soo in love with still ahead of Sarah.

You could feel the tension between you and topper being so close to one another he started to lean on slowly and you did too not being in control of your body you were so lost in his eyes your lips finally touched and it was slow and passionate and it felt like time has stopped just as it was getting more heated you heard a twig snap and looked behind topper to see a wide eyed pope standing there.

“ y/n....what’s going on why are you kissing topper ???” Pope asks shocked

“I..I” you stuttered startled that pope who you like caught you kissing another guy you also like

“Topper you there?” You heard Sarah’s voice from behind a tree

“He’s right here” Pope deadpanned looking you straight in the eye

“ topper there yo- what are you two doing?” Sarah asked confused

“We were just talking babe.” Topper said softly

“Yeah If by talking you mean tongues in each other’s mouths” pope said angrily

Sarah stares between you and topper shocked “is..is this true topper?” Sarah asked quietly when topper looked down and didn’t say anything she knew her answer.

“Wow and after all I’ve told you about my past and you do this, you told me you loved me” Sarah said walking away.

“Pope look I ca-“ you were cut off by pope speaking

“No no you don’t get to talk right now, I thought you liked me? I know you never said it but I can pick up some ques, I gave you my favorite hoodie so you were warm I danced with you and I stood for an hour waiting for you and you never showed. Was I just a toy for you to use when topper isn’t here?” Pope asked sad

“What no of course not I like you a lot Pope I really do, but I also like topper as well and I’m so confused I don’t know why or how anything would work with any of us with the no pogue on pogue macking rule and the whole kook vs pogue thing I...I just don’t know” you said ashamed

“Wow, you were just talking shit about topper the other day and now you like him? I’m sorry y/n I can’t do this right now you don’t like me because if you did you wouldn’t have has another guy so pick topper” Pope said tears in his eyes leaving the seen fast.

You looked at topper tears running down your face he immediately wrapped you In his arms rubbing your head as a loud sob shot out of your body and a bunch of oh my gods.

“Hey hey it’s ok just let him cool down and then you can speak it him rationally I’m not mad you like us both I get it all I ask is that you give me a chance and Pope too and then when you’re ready you can choose who you want or choose neither of us” topper said reassuringly.

You pulled out of his embrace nodding your head as you wiped your tears away planning on what to tell pope when everything is calmed down.

#topper #topper outer banks #topper obx #obx fanfiction #obx x reader #obx #outer banks imagines #topper thorton x reader #topper thorton imagine #pope outer banks #pope hayward imagine #pope heyward

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anxiously-awaiting · 5 years ago

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@brian-david-spillbert I owe u my life for showing interest

also i tried to make them look less same-facey and im actually really liking it tbh

more hcs but with Other Stuff under the cut!

None of them are neurotypical. none of them.

They all have Autism and ADHD, with Lalna also having bipolar bc hey, im already projecting, why not a little more.

Lalna’s headphones are noise cancelling because he has sensitive hearing, they help him lots when he’s having meltdowns.

Lalnable is photophobic, or has light sensitivity. He tends to get migraines from sunlight and other bright lights, and the specific tint in his glasses help block out certain wavelengths of light to make it easier on him.

Stimming And Infodumping Is Allowed And Encouraged.

Lalnable has lots of stim jewelry, mostly rings and bracelets.

Lalna has a chewy necklace, though he doesn’t usually wear it. It’s shaped like a flask!

Five has a collection of those cute squishy animals

Nano and Lalna are more uh physical stimmers i suppose? They do happy flappies and tap and bounce around and stuff.

Lalnable avoids eye contact almost entirely, and being forced to make eye contact makes him panicky, especially considering his upbringing.

Five has echolalia, or will repeat words, both stuff she says or stuff others say.

Five and Lalnable also vocally stim, Lalnable makes ticking sounds which becomes painfully ironic when he gets his miraculous.

Lalna HATES having tight things around his neck, hence his collar on his supersuit being unzipped slightly.

Lalnable tends to scratch at himself when he’s having a panic attack or meltdown, and Lalna tends to help him calm down and hold his hands so he doesn’t hurt himself.

yes, thats where his scars come from

Lalnable and Nano have bad fears of the dark

Lalna is very physically affectionate to the other three!

Five tends to steal the boys’ jackets and hoodies because they’re big on her and Very Comfy

Five toe walks!!!

They all work at a bakery that Nano owns!! If you ask her, she’ll say its “family run”

Lalnable owns a motorcycle, and he’s actually modified it to be quieter

Nano helps paint the others nails, and she and Lalnable use that time to vent about shitty customers

Lalnable tends to get really bad intrusive thoughts, and he’s not very vocal about it, but it tends to affect his self-confidence a lot and make him feel like a shitty person. Lalna can usually tell when they get bad and he does what he can to help distract him and subtly remind him just because he has Bad Thoughts doesn’t mean he’s a Bad Person

Lalna genuanly HATES brushing his hair, he’s not sure why, its just Bad Feeling

Lalnable tends to get really sleepy when its cold, so when he’s stayed up for three days with no sleep, the others will convince him to watch a movie with them and they’ll sneakily turn the thermostat down and he’s passed tf out in 30 minutes or less.

#yogscast #yogscast lalna #yogscast nano #yogscast lalnable #lalnable hector #yogscast five #specimen five #flux buddies #flux baddies #miraculous ladybird au #aaart #i adore them all tbh

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quentinxdelancret · 4 years ago

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Discord Thread || Quentin, & Roman, & Aaron.

Discord thread featuring: Quentin and Roman and , Aaron,

When: December 5th 2020

Description: Quentin, Aaron, and Roman agree to meet up and have a threesome.

Trigger Warnings: SMUT!! Hot af SMUT!!

ROMAN Roman truthfully hadn’t been part of a threesome in a very long time, so to say he was nervous was a slight understatement. He was excited, but yeah. Nervous. “Okay.” The barista took a deep breath as he checked himself out one last time in the mirror. He’d run upstairs after work to shower, and change, deciding ultimately on a mint green off the shoulder sweater with his favorite pair of caramel colored flares. He applied a light layer of strawberry flavored lip balm, and ran some product through his hair to compliment his curls. It was a simple but effective look, all completed by stepping into his suede Chelsea boots, and then he was off to meet Quentin at Aaron’s flat.

AARON Since Quentin had texted Aaron that both him and Roman were coming over tonight, the excitement of having a threesome with two of the hottest men Aaron had ever seen was damn near impossible to contain. He had honestly gotten a bit of a semi just thinking of the possibilities. He’d assumed Roman would be dressed to the nines again, but that didn’t stop him from looking casual. He’d spent most of the day with Des at the zoo before dropping her off at Ali’s for the night, so he was still in a pair of jeans (Aaron Hart? In Jeans? A rare occurrence) and a button down which was neatly tucked in and secured with a designer belt. He had already popped open a bottle of one of Quentin’s favorite wines for the occasion. He poured himself and Q a glass and corked the bottle to save the rest for Roman when he arrived. “And she said the elephants were her favorite, but last time we went the giraffes were her favorite. So quick frankly, I have no clue what her favorite zoo animal is.” He handed the glass of wine over the other male. He was talking Quentin’s ear off about his day. What? He asked.

QUENTIN It wasn’t unusual for Quentin to make himself comfortable as soon as he walked through Aaron’s door. Kicking off his combat boots and sitting cross legged across from Aaron on the couch. He was dressed rather comfortably compared to how he would usually show up. A pair of sweat and a hoodie, with absolutely nothing underneath. It wasn’t like he didn’t know why he was coming here tonight. He took the glass of wine from the older male and offered him a genuine smile. “Hmm, maybe her favorite is actually the monkies... or No! The tigers” he beamed. He tended to get a bit over excited when he was nervous, but he liked to think he was funny anyway. Especially since he had to reason to be nervous. He had been with both Aaron and Roman numerous times, but together? This was gonna be a whole different ball game. He tried not to fidget too much none the less. Sipping on the wine and pressing his lips together with a deep breath in. “Maybe next time I come over I’ll bring her a stuffed elephant. You think she’d like that?” he asked. Picking up his phone to check if Roman had texted to see if he was on his way.(edited)

ROMAN Once Roman was buzzed up to the front door of Aaron’s pent, the actor took in a deep breath, and then knocked on the door before proceeding to open it. He knew they two men had left it unlocked, and the second Aaron and Q were in his line of vision, it was time to turn off the anxious energy, and do what he did best. Act! “The fun has arriveddddd!!!” Roman sang out, proceeding to exercise the use of jazz hands, thus hiding any amount of insecurity that pooling under the surface. After all, the most unattractive quality in the world was being shy in the bedroom, and heaven forbid Roman show any ounce of weakness in that area. Sex was something he knew on a deep level, much deeper than anyone probably should. “Look at you two.” He sighed, and shook his head as he turned to close the door behind him. “A vision. Truly. Where’s the alcohol?”

AARON After Aaron buzzed the Brit up, the businessman’s lips curled up into a bright smile as he sat down next to his sugar baby on the couch, resting his hand on the other’s knee. It was cute he excited he was getting. He could sense a bit of nervousness on the other’s behalf, but they were all probably a bit nervous. Thank god they had plenty of wine. “You’d really wanna get her som-“ he couldn’t finish his sentence before Roman was barreling into the pent with the excitement of a racehorse. Of course Aaron laughed — Roman was ridiculous, but in a really quirky and funny way. “It’s about time.” He joked, quickly moving to pour Roman a glass of wine. “Cmon on in.” He smirked, holding out the glass of dark red liquid.

QUENTIN Quentin was smiling from ear to ear as Aaron sat beside him. His attention quickly shifting to the front door once Roman entered though. Okay, this was it. It was really happening, and his heart was starting to race. “Hey, Romie” he beamed, despite the nervousness trying to take control. “Come sit with us” he beckoned, scooting over and patting the space between him and Aaron before downing his entire glass of wine. “How was work?” Really? How was work? God, could he be any more awkward right now? He leaned back against the arm of the couch and fidgeted with the string on his sweats. “Was it busy?” He added. Deciding to just go with it. At least it was conversation.

ROMAN Roman of course grabbed the wine that was offered, accepting the generosity with a slight bow, as if Aaron was the king giving a gift of something significant. Once the glass was in hand, Ro made his way over to the couch, taking his place between the two men with what seemed like a confident ease. He wasn’t expecting to be asked about work, instead maybe making a comment about how juicy his ass looked in this pants. But ya know, he’d talk about work if he had to. “It was fine. Long. I didn’t get out near as early as I wanted to, which is why I’m king of late. What about you all? How was your day?” He directed at Aaron first.

AARON Aaron was now more certain that Q was feeling a little nervous. As Roman spoke, he got up quickly to grab another bottle of the same wine. He sat back down beside Ro and uncorked the other bottle to pour more in everyone’s glasses. “I still think it’s damn cruel you have to work on saturdays.” He took an inappropriately large chug of wine before responding to the actor’s question. “I hung out with a very energetic six year old all day. So I’d say it was pretty great.” He smiled slyly, sipping on his wine like it was grape juice.

QUENTIN His eyes followed Aaron as he moved to grab another bottle of wine. Giving him a grateful nod as he refilled his glass and he immediately brought it to his lips to sip on. Quentin was no stranger to having threesomes, but there was something about this particular threesome that had him feeling all sorts of shy. “Yeah, working Saturdays definitely sucks” he agreed. Speaking through the glass because he couldn’t find it in himself to pull it away from his face at the moment. His eyes shifting down to the dark red liquid before downing it all in one shot. “I need to go pee... uh, use the bathroom” he corrected. Not wanting to seem like some slum rat in front of Aaron. “I’ll be right back. You two don’t do anything I wouldn’t do” he teased with a wink. He quickly made his way to the bathroom and for anyone who really knew him, they knew exactly what he was doing. His anxiety only hoping Aaron was still clueless when he reappeared back into the living room feeling a little more loose. December 6, 2020

ROMAN Roman looked a little confused when Quentin just up and left for the bathroom, eyes following his coworker until he disappeared. Okay, so, that definitely wasn’t helping with his nerves. He suddenly took a deep breath, and then blew it out slowly, trying to still seem like this wasn’t a big deal as he was left in the room alone with Aaron. “So. You went to the zoo today?” He brought the wine glass up to his lips, drinking on it a little faster than he normally would once it hit him that he knew exactly what Q was doing in the bathroom. God, he really wanted in on that too. He wondered what he was taking. “That sounds way better than making coffee.” The actor moved over to the couch to make himself comfortable, crossing one leg over the other as he sat down.

AARON Quentin thought he was slick, but Aaron had known something was up for quite some time. His face faltered slightly. He wasn’t exactly sure what he was doing, but he knew that he was up to no good. The businessman wasn’t exactly sure how to bring up his concerns to the younger. Was that even his place? Aaron snapped out of his thoughts when he heard Roman speak to him. Putting his hand on the barista’s knee, he gave him a comforting smile and a nod. “I did. I will say it probably was better than making coffee. I’m not even gonna lie.” He smirked, following suit and chugging more wine. Someone needed to get this show on the road, but Aaron needed just a little more to drink before doing that. Hence the chugging. Aaron’s blue eyes darted over to Quentin when he re emerged from the bathroom. “Welcome back.”

QUENTIN When Quentin came back to see Aaron’s hand on Roman’s knee he smiled devilishly. He expected nothing less from the business man. He always knew how to make anyone feel welcome and comfortable, and honestly, Q was always so grateful for that. Thankfully it never really took long for the molly he had taken to kick in, and he was feeling a whole lot braver than he had started off. “Hey...I said don’t do anything I wouldn’t do” he teased. Walking over to the pair and pushing Roman back against the couch as he straddled over his lap. His hand reaching over to Aaron as his fingers teased at the buttons on his shirt. “So... we doing this here? Or should we move to the bedroom?” he asked. Quirking just brow up just slightly before pulling his bottom lip between his teeth.

ROMAN Roman finished the rest of his wine while Aaron talked, feeling that slight buzz kick in thanks to the fact he’d barely eaten today. That wasn’t something he was proud of, but definitely a habit he possessed. When Quentin came back in, the barista smiled wide, accepting him onto his lap after sitting then empty wine glass down on the table beside him. His hands then moved to the other male’s hips as he turned to look at Aaron with a raised brow. “I think that’ll be up to daddy...” he cooed, both dimples deep in his cheeks as he watched the businessman for a reaction.

AARON DAMN. Aaron was daddy to both of these incredible men and he honestly felt like the luckiest man in the whole damn world right now. Aaron grabbed Quentin’s hand and kissed his palm before smirking at the both of them. “Upstairs.” He commanded, springing up from the couch while he was still holding onto Quentin’s hand to tug him along just assuming the Q would grab Ro and drag him along with them. He set his empty wine glass down on the way as he lead them up to the master bedroom, immediately closing the door when they were all inside. Not like anyone else was home but it was just a force of habit. He turned to face the two men to pull Q in by the back of his neck to kiss him quickly yet deeply. He turned to Roman and pulled him in by the waste to place a similar kiss on his lips.

QUENTIN Aaron definitely was daddy af, and Q often found himself simping to this mans every need. But now Roman was here too, and with Roman he was a total Dom. This was about to get real interesting, and the more he thought about it, the more of a semi he started to get. He let Aaron pull him along easily as his fist grabbed hold of Roman’s shirt and he pulled him along with them. His fingers lacing through his coworkers as they made their way into Aaron’s master bedroom. He wasn’t expect Aaron to just take charge like he did, kissing them both like that. But he shouldn’t have expected anything less. Again, Aaron was really good as making everyone feel comfortable. As he watched Aaron kiss Roman, Q could feel his heartbeat speed up again. His hand dropping Romans and moving to unbutton Aaron’s shirt. “God, you two look so sexy kissing” he admitted out loud. Taking a step back to let them continue on a bit longer. He moved around to the back of Aaron and started to kiss the back of his neck as he pulled his shirt off his shoulders. His lips trailing down his back and then back up again before biting softly at his earlobe. “I’m gonna get more comfortable” he whispered. Walking backwards toward the bed and removing his hoodie before climbing onto the mattress on his knees and motioning with his finger for the pair of extremely gorgeous men to come closer.

ROMAN Roman was more than willing to make whatever move he needed to make as soon as they were in the bedroom, but Aaron seemed to already have that covered. His eyes slipped close at the taste of the smaller’s lips, his own tongue licking into Aaron’s mouth while Quentin undressed their mutual lover. Once their little snog session was over, Roman looked over to Q on the bed, shirtless, and looking like a Greek god. Ro took the opportunity to take off his own top, not wanting to be fully clothed when no one else was. Hell, he even moved to take off his trousers as well, kicking them off and to the side before giving Aaron a fleeting glance. He smirked, as if he was trying to communicate something non verbally, and then was jumping on the bed to climb on top of Quentin. He thought maybe Aaron might enjoy the show, both of the baristas’ mouths now crashing together unlike they really had before.

AARON The businessman cooperated with the younger male when he started taking his shirt off, welcoming the lack of clothes on his body. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up when Q played with his earlobe and whispered to him. Aaron’s blues flickered from Q back to Ro, lips parting slightly as he raised his brow. Roman seemed to tell him that he was about to do something naughty. It got him excited, and that excitement, of course, went straight to his dick. He eyed Roman suspiciously as he moved towards the bed to crawl on top of Quentin. The millionaire smirked because he could feel himself getting hard by just watching them make out like that. “Roman, get him undressed.” He commanded, looking lustfully at the both of them. Finally Aaron moved to join them, getting completely undressed before he hopped onto bed with them.

QUENTIN Quentin’s lips curled up into the most alluring and mischievous grin as he watched Roman undress and make his way over to him. Their lips crashing together like magnets as he laid back willingly to let his friend crawl over him. His legs spreading wide open for him so that Roman could make himself comfortable between them. He could feel Aaron’s eyes on them, watching them, and it only made the heat between them burn even hotter. Their tongues lustfully battling together for dominance as Quentin heard Aaron’s command, and he lifted his hips eagerly to help Roman get him undressed. His hand reaching out for Aaron to pull him closer as the other gripped tightly at the back of Romans hair.

ROMAN if there was one thing that really got Roman off in the bedroom, it was being told what to do. Aaron’s command was like music to his ears as he enthusiastically began helping Quentin get his clothes off, and thrown into the floor. Damn, he was such a beautiful man. A model even. He kind of made Roman feel less than thrilled about his own body, but he would never voice that feeling out loud. After he finished getting the other male naked, he proceeded to kick off his own underwear, leaving them both completely nude, and looking over at Aaron. “What would you like us to do next, daddy?” Roman asked in a low voice, hand reaching out to rub along the businessman’s leg.

AARON Aaron: Aaron was being given complete control in this situation. This was his perfect scenario. Seriously. Was he dreaming? His mind swirled with all the things he could tell them to do, he even felt a little light headed. “Quentin, I want you to fuck Roman’s mouth.” He told them, trying not to sound too eager. Even though he was. Aaron sat next to the baristas on the king sized bed. He then fisted Roman’s curls in one hand while slowly stroking himself as he watched.

QUENTIN There was always a small part of Quentin that felt a bit vulnerable while laying naked in front of anyone. But Aaron and Roman both had a way of making him feel comfortable. Not to mention, the drugs he had taken were making him feel all kinds of feisty. His lips curling up into another grin as he scooted up just slightly on the bed. His heart pounding even harder now because getting head was one of his few weaknesses. Especially getting head from Roman. Why did he have to tell his friend his soft spot before? God, hopefully he didn’t use it against him. Because Q was already getting hard just at the tone of Aaron’s voice instructing them what to do. His hands clenching at the sheet beneath him as he looked down to watch Roman take his length. He didn’t make a sound as his lips parted with pleasure and he tilted his head back against the bed frame. Goddamn, that felt so good, and with Aaron watching, his cock was practically throbbing.

ROMAN Everyone who knew Roman, knew that he kind of had a thing for giving head. Okay, maybe not his family, but you get where I’m going with this. Starting off the evening with a good blowie though was always a winner in Roman’s book. Ro began slow, wrapping a hand around Quentin’s cock before sinking his mouth all the way down, and slowly pulling almost completely off. With his finger, he gently traced over the underside of Q's erection while he licked the tip before diving back down, setting a faster rhythm. He cupped his friend’s balls in hand, giving them an occasional squeeze. He then used his other hand to reach, and wander up Aaron’s body until he was playing with his nipples. Everyone needed some attention in this scenario.

AARON Aaron: This was something that Aaron never knew he needed. And he was certain that this scenario was going to replay over and over in his head for a long time. He already knew this was something that he was going to want to do again. Roman was clearly a pro at giving head. Even Aaron was taking notes. And Aaron had been around. To say the least. God, it looks like it felt so fucking good and the look on Quentin’s face only proved that theory. He was so fucking hot. Especially like this. Heavy breaths left his lips as Roman’s fingers played with his nipples and his thumb swiped through his own pre cum. Finally, Aaron forcefully tugged at Ro’s hair to pop his lips off of the musician’s hard. “It’s your turn.” His pupils dilated as he looked at the Brit then over to Quentin with a devilish smirk. He positioned himself just right to wrap his lips around Roman’s huge cock. He took him into the back of his throat then immediately sliding his tongue up his member and around his tip, repeating the motions at a faster and faster pace.

QUENTIN Of course Roman was going to use this situation to his full advantage. He would never expect anything less honestly. His entire body practically jerking as his friends finger traced the underside of his cock. Practically thrusting his cock completely down his throat as Roman came back down on him. “Ughh... fuck” he whined a bit pathetically as Aaron pulled Roman off of him. His eyes shifting to watch his lover reposition himself to go down on his friend. He felt a little dazed for a moment, as the sight of Aaron sucking off Roman made his cock twitch. God, that was so hot! His hand inevitably moving to stroke his own length as he found himself becoming even more turned on, as if that were even possible. He repositioned himself on the bed and placed his free hand on the back of Aaron’s head. Making a tight fist in his hair as he pulled his head back just slightly. Letting his tongue extending from his mouth to lick fervently at his lovers lips around Roman’s cock. ”Mmm...” he hummed softly at the taste of Aaron’s mouth around his friends cock. His hand now moving from around himself to wrap firmly around Aaron’s girth and stroking him expertly.

ROMAN Roman suddenly couldn’t remember why he rarely did threesomes. This was fucking amazing. The best part? Fighting for dominance. It was like they all wanted a piece of each other all at once, making it difficult to continue on one specific task. Not that Ro minded, now he was getting a blow job, and a fucking fantastic one at that. The actor threw his head back in an erotic moan, his own hands threading into his curls to tug at them for that extra edge he was dying for. When Quentin dropped down to get a taste of both his cock, and Aaron, Roman was fucking done for. What the hell?! That was SO hot. “Oh my god.” He breathed out, toes curling as he bucked his hips up slightly. “Mmmm, who wants to fuck me while I blow their cock?” He suddenly asked, because it was definitely a fantasy he’d had, and whether they switched it up or not, he didn’t really mind, but he knew he had to be in the middle of these two at least once.

AARON Aaron suddenly believed in God. And he must’ve done something really good go have been blessed like this. It was rare that Quentin got dominant in bed with him, but it was so fucking hot when he did. A sound that resembled a dirty whimper escaped from his mouth. He wasn’t expecting to feel Quentin strong hand at the back of his head and certainly wasn’t expecting him to man handle him like that. “Oh, fuck.” Aaron gripped onto Quentin as he dark eyes watched the two males once again. He leaned down to kiss Quentin’s body before Roman spoke. Thank god Roman suggested that someone fuck him because he was so hard it hurt. “Shit. You know I wanna fuck you.” The bar owner pulled Quentin’s hand off of him and crawled over to his night stand to grab one of the many bottle of lube he kept in there. “Ready when you are.” The smirk on his face was so naughty it was practically painful.

QUENTIN Goddamn, the way Roman reacted to them both licking at his cock, was enough to get anyone off. His hand pulling even more vigorously at Aaron’s length as he became more and more turned on. Hearing Roman’s request though, and feeling Aaron pull his hand away, he wasted no time getting into position. He was so ready for this, his cock practically throbbing with the need to be touched. “Mmm, you want me to fuck your mouth baby?” he asked Roman as he reached out for him. Pulling him closer as his eyes shifted over to Aaron as he watched him grab the lube. He lifted his torso just slightly off the mattress as his hands gripped tightly at the back of Romans hair. Crashing their lips together in a heated kiss before moving his lips to his neck and keeping his eyes on Aaron. “You can fuck me if you want to” he whispered lustfully before licking at Roman’s earlobe. One of his hands reaching between them to stroke Roman’s cock as he pulled his head back by his hair to gain better access to his neck. God, this was all just so fucking hot. Just knowing that Aaron was watching them made him even more turned on than he could have ever imagined.

ROMAN Roman didn't even have time to think about any of the things that had made him insecure before. He was in heaven, having these two sexy men that he honestly loved being with, both fighting to get a piece of him, and each other. It was the most primal thing he'd ever really been a part of, like Lions fighting over a pile of meat. That was a lot more fun in real life than it sounded. "Oh God..." Ro moaned, swallowing hard as he gripped the back of Quentin's head, and dug his nails into his scalp just enough to be painful, yet pleasurable. "Turn around." He then ordered gruffly, ready to swipe the lube from Aaron as soon as he was done with it so he could slick up his own cock. He was so ready to be pounded, and pound Q at the same time, though he knew he'd have to really concentrate not to cum quickly.

AARON Aaron: The millionaire was enjoying this entire show. but everything seemed to kind of stop for a moment when Quentin kissed Roman and looked at him like that. Time slowed, and even his heart skipped a beat as their eyes met. It was like Daddy Aaron turned off for a moment. He only snapped back into reality when Roman commanded Quentin to turn around. He quickly snapped back to Alpha Aaron mode very seamlessly. Aaron lathered fingers up with lube before Roman grabbed the bottle from him. He moved behind the actor and kissed his back and shoulders as he started to open Roman up with his digits. He reached past Roman to grab ahold of Quentin because he wanted to feel both of them.

QUENTIN There was no sexier sound in the world then the way Roman sounded right now. The tone of his voice commanding him to turn over practically making his cock twitch with anticipation as he let out a low growl of his own. “Yes sir” he purred. Licking vigorously at Roman’s lips one last time before doing exactly as he was told. This would actually be the first time he ever let Roman fuck him, and honestly, he was feeling the butterflies in the pit of his stomach start to do little flips. “Mmm..” he moaned softly as he felt Aaron’s hand grip onto him. His hand moving to lace his fingers through the older males as he held onto him tightly. His ass pushing back impatiently against Roman as he felt him start to lube him up.

ROMAN Roman loved sex. This wasn’t something new, just stating a fact that is already general knowledge. So, obviously this was playing into some sort of fantasy that had been buried somewhere deep in his subconscious. Aaron and Quentin were two vastly different people, and yet he somehow couldn’t get enough of them. Did he expect to be in the middle of this hunk sandwich? No, but he sure as hell wasn’t going to take it for granted. “Fuck, you’re both so hot.” He rasped, taking it upon himself to start opening Q up now that he had the lube, making it a point to squeeze around the digits inside of his own heat as he did so. He then lifted a hand to scale through Quentin’s hair before tugging on it hard, forcing his head backwards as he hooked his fingers up towards his coworker’s prostate, and then turned his head to seek out Aaron’s lips.

AARON Aaron: He saw Roman take charge of Q like that, and Aaron had to remind himself where he was for a minute. Seeing and hearing those two put on a show in front of him took him to a whole other world, and he found himself constantly reminding himself that the two men in front of him were real. Aaron's lips trailed his way up the back of Roman's neck before he slid his tongue up the side of his neck to nibble at his ear. He gripped onto Q tightly, needing his touch more than ever. Aaron found the actor's prostate quickly and began massaging it to open him up thoroughly. Swollen lips crashed together as he slowly added lubed up fingers inside of Ro when he felt him begin to open up to him. He moaned into his mouth because his already leaking cock was practically screaming to be touched. "Okay. Fuck." He sighed, as a way of telling Roman that he was about to enter him. With his free hand, he lubed up some more before sliding his member inside the barista.

QUENTIN Quentin could feel his heartbeat start to speed up as Roman hovered over him. The adrenaline finally catching up with him in a moment of weakness as Roman tugged aggressively at his hair. The most erotic moan spilling from his lips as he pushed back against his lovers hand. “Ughhh.. Fuck” he growled with pleasure. His cheeks tightening blissfully around Roman’s long fingers as he started to fondle his prostate. He wasn’t sure how he was going to get through this without completely crumbling. But God he was so fucking hard he could barely stand it. He moved his free hand to grasp the headboard and pushed back on his lovers hand once more. Begging desperately for Roman to enter him as the sounds of Aaron and Roman kissing made him even more impatient. His fingers squeezing even tighter around Aaron’s hand as another moan fell from his lips. “Please baby... I need to feel you” he whimpered. His head dropping down as he arched his back and waited eagerly for the pressure he so desperately needed.

ROMAN This was so fucking amazing. Quentin was practically begging him, and Aaron was finally giving in as well. It was addicting, this sense of power he felt right now. Yeah, they were all extremely attracted to each other, even if he felt like maybe it was on a different level between the other two men. This was one of the most in control moments Roman had felt in a long time regardless. “Yeah. You both belong to me right now.” He rasped, surprised himself at hearing that out loud. To be honest, he hadn’t even meant to say it, but it was like he was hovering above his own body, watching himself lube up, and push into Quentin with a low growl. He was so tight, and warm, and the sensation of both being inside someone, and getting fucked at the same time was something he couldn’t really describe. Roman let out a low moan, and bit at Aaron’s lips as he started thrusting in tune with the businessman, making sure to nail Q’s prostate every single time.

AARON Hearing such dominant words come out of Roman’s mouth was something he’d never thought he’d ever hear. Admittedly, it was pretty hot. But that was just further proof that Roman was into this. Aaron lips parted as he let Roman nip at his lower lower lip before he opened his mouth to slid his tongue inside of the actor’s mouth again. The businessman punched out heavy grunts as he pounded in and out of Roman with intent. He felt so good. He felt good every time. Aaron’s hand still held on to Quentin tightly, his free hand snaked up into Roman’s long curls for a forceful tug so he could suck on his beautiful fucking neck. He focused on the sounds of the other two males’ heavy breaths and low grunts. Those were his sugar babies. His men.

QUENTIN God, there was no way in hell Quentin could have ever prepared himself for the feeling of Roman’s cock pushing dee inside of him. His hands tightening firmly around the headboard and Aaron’s hand as he pushed back against each and every thrust Roman pounded into him. To be honest, he felt at a bit of a disadvantage in this position. The sounds of erotic kissing and skin slapping together being the only two things keeping him grounded in such a blissful moment. He let go of Aaron’s hand and moved it to the headboard beside his other and dropped his head down against his arms. His hips rolling in time with each thrust as he clenched firmly around Roman’s throbbing cock.

ROMAN Roman groaned lowwww in his throat when Aaron started kissing his neck, making him snap even harder into Quentin in response. He then moved a hand to his coworker’s stomach, fingertips grazing his lower and along his happy trail before ultimately wrapping around his cock. He knew at this point his friend would be needing some major relief, so he began tugging in time with their thrusts. The tight walls of his heat squeezed around Aaron’s length as he moaned again, this time a lot longer, feeling like he was on pleasure overload with a cock up his ass, and his own in someone else’s.

AARON the sounds of the other men’s moans sounded like a god damn choir. The was erotic as fuck. Aaron movements became faster and harder. He wanted to pounded into Roman so hard that Quentin could feel it. Letting go of Roman’s hair, he leaned in and reached to press his hands against the headboard, leaning his body into Roman and pushed the three men even closer together. With all of his might, he pounded Roman’s prostate. Loud, Heavy grunts escaped his lips with each movement. “Oh! Fuck!” God he wished they’d decided to film this. Though, Aaron knew this would be replaying in his mind for weeks to come.

QUENTIN He took a deep breath in when he felt Roman’s hand on his lower abdomen. His entire body tingling with the soft touch of his fingers, and then exploding with pleasure once they reached their destination: Fuck! everything felt so fucking good, it was like he was in a dream. One in which he never wanted to wake up from. “Mmm, Romie” he moaned with a slight whimper. His back arching against his friends cock before thrusting vigorously into his hand. God, he just couldn’t get enough of his and he so desperately wanted more. His wish practically being granted the instant he thought it as Aaron placed his hand beside his on the headboard. He could feel the weight of both men pressing into him and he let out the most erotic growling moan. “Fu...ck, Aaron” he whimpered with overwhelming pleasure. His body barely able to move as Roman kept stroking him and pounding into him even deeper now. “Don’t sto....” he tried to say but, goddamn he was on another level. “Yessss, oh God, yesss” he hissed. His hand moving on top of Aaron’s as he dug his nails into the back of his hand.

ROMAN This was by far the best threesome he’d ever had. Bold statement, but oh, so true. It was almost hard to even function, this felt so fucking good, pleasure pumping through his veins all the way down to his toes, buzzing through his fingertips, and then right back up to his nipples. It felt like every nerve ending was activated as his hand tightened around Quentin’s throbbing cock. His coworker was leaking precum, which honestly he wished he could see, or even taste right now. But, one thing at a time. “I’m gonna cum...” Ro breathed out in warning, because as much as he wanted to hold out forever, there was no damn way all of them were going to be able to take this much longer. “Fuck...” the actor slowed down just for a moment, and turned to look back at Aaron as his movements slowed on Quentin’s cock. “You gonna give me your cum, daddy? Do you want ours?” He asked for permission, knowing Aaron would probably get off still on having control over when he and Q could finish.

AARON he liked that he could get Quentin moaning his name even though the businessman wasn’t the one inside of him. He loved hearing his name coming out of both of their mouths. While he was fucking them separately and, as he now discovered, together. Aaron breath hitched at the feeling of Quentin’s fingernails digging into his hands. “Quentin. Fuck.” He didn’t think as much pain as these two....but he had to admit he did love at least a little pain with his pleasure. Aaron had...options here. He liked that Roman and Q liked giving him control, even in situations when it wasn’t just him and one of the other men. Aaron knew that Roman was going to be the first one to cum considering his...position. Aaron nipped on Roman’s ear as he turned to him. “Fuck...yes..” he hissed. “I want you both to scream for me when you cum.” He demanded.

QUENTIN Jesus, there was quite literally nothing better than this. Roman and Aaron’s moans mixed together as they got closer and closer to cumming was like fucking music to his ears. He was close himself. His body starting to tremble and tingle with the overwhelming pleasure that was being inflicted upon him. He started to thrust aggressively against Roman’s hand which only did wonders for his coworkers cock that was deep in his ass. When Roman slowed his movements, Q could feel his entire body pulsating with the need to release. A deep gritty and erotic moan passing through his lips as he clenched his teeth together. “Fuck.. I’m gonna cum” he warned. One of his hands reaching behind him to grip firmly onto Roman’s hip as he leaned back against him. Pushing his friends cock so deep in to his ass as he rolled his hips against him. His other hand still digging his fingers desperately into the back of Aaron’s grip on the headboard. “Fuck... yes. I feel you, daddy” his thick French accent shaking out of him with pleasure as he tried to hold back from cumming.

ROMAN Thank god both of these men were just as on the edge as Roman was, because the actor couldn’t hold on much longer. Ro gripped at Q’s cock firm enough to give him the pressure he needed, but of course not intense enough to be painful. He wanted to work the cum out of him nice and steady, knowing he was about the paint the headboard. Good thing it was a slick surface, something easily cleaned up, because Ro was not about to stop more. “Cum for me, both of you...” Roman moaned, thrusting, and snapping his hips forward while pulling on the back of Aaron’s hair with his free hand. He wanted that to be slightly painful, but in such a pleasurable way. “Come on!” He challenged, eyes slipping closed as he felt his own orgasm build up, and then explode with a string of moans, deep into Quentin’s ass.

AARON The businessman felt like he couldn't even breathe anymore. This practically felt like a workout. It was most certainly the best workout of his life if it was though. Aaron nuzzled his nose into Roman's neck and opened his mouth on his skin as he grunted in Roman's ear. Thank God Roman was asking them to come. He wasn't sure about the other men, but Aaron knew that he was about to erupt. He hissed when the actor tugged on the back of his hair - it only added to the excitement of all this. Roman didn't need to ask him again, he was all ready spewing hot inside of Roman with the loudest moan he'd heard come out of his throat this evening. "Oh Go- fuck." He cursed under his breath as his fingernails dug into either side of Ro's hips.

QUENTIN All it took was the feeling of Roman’s hot cum shooting deep into his heat to set him off. Pushing him completely over the edge as his thrusts back against the actor became sloppy and aggressive. “Fuuu...” he growled, biting down on his own bottom lip as he felt his hot sticky cum shoot out all over the headboard and into Roman’s hand. His body trembling with his release as he continued to push back against the actor riding out his orgasm. “God! fuck... yessss” he moaned loudly. His head dropping down against his arm again as he struggled to catch his hard breaths. This was quite literally the best threesome he had ever been a part of. His rested his chin on his arm as he turned his head to look back at the other two men. A devious yet satisfied grin playing at his features as he continued to bite his lower lip.

#chats:aaron #chats:roman #chats:discord #tw::nsfw #tw::smut #tw:::threesome #//this was so fucking HOT uuuughh!!!#{{𝔄𝔞𝔯𝔬𝔱𝔦𝔫;; he’s sweet like candy in my veins}}#{{𝓠𝚄𝙴𝙼𝙰𝙽;; let's just fall in love for the hell of it}}

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Um, so I've been seeing a lot of people asking for matchups/shippings of who you think they would work well with (TMNT specifically) and was wondering if you could maybe possibly do me..? Uh, I'm 5'2, dark brown hair dyed black, blue eyes, and much chubb, social anxiety, stress eats a lot, and a wacky sence of humor, people say I give too much and that I'm indecisive, also I'm extremely pale and begining to turn transparent in some areas due to lack of sunlight. Uh, thank you, if you do this..

“ I have a wacky sense of humor, so usually I'll laugh at close to anything but especially really out there jokes, I'm more of a listener and I'm pretty used to people ranting to me, uh, an important part to mention probably would be the fact that I have PTSD from being bullied since 2nd grade, so I didn't have much of a happy childhood, hencing the social anxiety, more listener type and such. I like to write and read a lot, however I also draw and occasionally play video games with my younger brother, uh, I am a bit panicky, I get worried and stressed out easily, and am very emotional, a bad habit of mine is bottling it up until I'm alone. Hoodies equal comfort. I am overly affectionate due to being touch starved for most of my life, so I'm big on any form of affection.. I also cook and bake, and watch exclusively fun cartoons and movies as to avoid having a mental breakdown..”

Of course! I ship you with;

Leonardo

I think at first the relationship between the 2 of you would start as him trying to work with your anxiety and PTSD with meditation and breathing exercises, he would be very patient and understanding of your process of opening up ( as it isn’t as simple as we wish it could be ), he would become extremely protective of you ( specially after seeing you playing video games with Mikey like you do to your brother, you give special attention to the younger turtle and that warms his heart to no end) when he found out the cause of your mentioned problems, he couldn’t really hide a frown as you kept talking about it. if he could, he would take all the pain you have suffered in the past, he knows that everything you went through made you who you are now ( which he wouldn’t change for anything ) but still, the fact that people hurt you makes him extremely upset. After that he became very attentive and intuitive of you, after a while he could read you like a book and it sometimes It didn’t need words to know if you needed a hug or time out alone. He has such respect towards you and it was actually kinda hard for him to let himself go ( as he developed feelings ) around you because he didn’t want to be something else in your plate to stress you with, you both have to reassure each other that you are not a burden, he could never even think of yourself as a burden, so please tell him the same, you both are the definition of slow burn, but it’s so worth it to let your both of your walls down and be vunerable. As the relationship started to blossom, he sensed you became more attached ( physically ) with him as you started dating ( more than his brothers s/o’s) and suspected of touch starvation, but never commented on it, he waits for you to be ready to open up to him, giving you time and space to breathe and do as you please, he wouldn’t hold himself to give you hugs and kisses ( more than he would normally give ) but would blush a. Lot. In front of his brothers to do so. He loves how tiny! And cute! And huggable! You are! Specially when you are cooking or baking, has that love sick smile everytime you are focused on the kitchen, really want to test and create new recipes together ( and not but the kitchen down, like it would probably happen if he was alone ) with you! Honestly you and Leo are very homey, a couple that gives soft vibes, it gives a warm and reconforting sense of security to whoever watch you both being adorable together

Hope you liked it! Match ups are closed for now

#damn that was huge #but anyways he love a lot #tmnt x reader #tmnt match up #tmnt leo x reader #tmnt leonardo #tmnt leo #giulia writes

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baby-bearie · 5 years ago

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Verus Amor

description: while peter searches for criminals, y/n searches for true love.

a/n: oh my gosh. i have a lot to say before i actually get to the piece. this fic is for @afterglowparker1k writing challenge. this has been one of the greatest writing experiences of my life, and it took forever. three different storylines with multiple drafts of each, and finally this one just took off. i do want to thank a few people, because i went to them when i got stuck:

thank you for putting up with me and being exemplary writers: @seqveydaniel@coolkidcorbyn @katie-avery @cloudsncoffee @dxnielseavey @danieldelicate @jackscorbytch @keepseaveyweird @zachheroin @seaveyssparkle

and to these accounts that even though they don’t know me at all, took time to answer my questions: @naturallytom @starksparker

all of you are such big inspirations

word count: 3, 266

warnings: absolute fluff, language, mentions of violence

tags: @everybody up there^^ @perfectlyseavey @tempus-ut-luceant @kindparker @5sos-seavey @daniel-darling

“Peter, I swear to god, if you don’t shut up, I will take off these heels and come after you.” Your words were dangerous, but your tone stayed light, hiding a smile and snapping your eyes to Peter’s in the vanity mirror in front of you. He smiled, from his position sitting at the end of your bed. He threw his keys up in the air again before falling back onto your bed, legs still hanging over the edge. You reached for your left-side earring, fastening the backing.

“I’m just saying, what if his tattoo ends up being, like, a dick or something? Do you really want a dick on you forever?”

“Pete, don’t start on guessing other people’s tattoos until you’ve showed me yours.”

“I just don’t like showing it to people, I told you!”

You reached for your perfume, spritzing it onto your wrist. Your eyes latched onto the imprinted, permanent black and white image of a paper airplane folded into a map. Your hand traced over it and you wondered who, if anyone, wore your tattoo. You had been waiting for your soulmate for all your life. You wanted to meet them, and even if it was supposed to be painful, you couldn’t wait for your second tattoo. Your soulmate’s tattoo. It wasn’t uncommon for someone your age to have not found their love by now, most people only got there when they were nearly 20. But for you, you didn’t even want to stick around after high school. You would take off and travel the world, hence the paper airplane. It really did fit you.

So if you wouldn’t be able to wait for your soulmate then, you needed to find them now. To prepare yourself, you had managed to memorize the tattoos of every boy you found, for the slightest sliver of a chance that maybe they were the one. But, when six-year-old Y/n asked six-year-old Peter Parker what his tattoo was so that she could write it into her list, his hand flew to his shoulder, and he shouted a “No!”, remembering how his uncle had told him to not show it to anyone, even Peter didn’t know what it meant. You weren’t one to take no for an answer, and continued to bug Peter about it, even if that meant spending almost every second of your time around the boy. You continued to pester him about it for the eleven years you had been his friend.

“What is your point here, Peter?”

“That Flash is a dick? And that you shouldn’t go out with him?”

“We’re 17. We’re supposed to find our true love in a couple years. I’m just looking.”

“Flash, though? Really?”

You turn around in your chair, head cocked at Peter, eyebrows raised up in a baffled expression.

“Yes, really.” You got up and smoothed out your red shirt. You walked past Peter, who sat up. You bent down to kiss his cheek, and he sighed, defeated.

“I’ll see you at school tomorrow, lock the door when you leave! Love you!” You called to him as you rushed out the door. Peter heard the door fall shut.

“Not like I do.” Peter sighed and stood, finding himself in your mirror. He lifted his shirt just the slightest and his eyes fixated on the paper airplane crossed with patterns of lines he knew too well. He had memorized them long ago, five days after he met you in the first grade. The day before you finally showed him your tattoo in a desperate bargain to see his, and the day before little Pete realized he had fallen in love with the annoying girl on his playground. Peter dropped his shirt and the reached to scrunch up his sleeve, exposing his shoulder. He stared at the spider, the same one that was splayed across his chest for the world to see every night he wore the suit.

Hiding something like that for two years had been extremely difficult. He would slap away Y/n’s hands quite often and excuse himself by saying his collarbone was hurting. At this point, Y/n was worried for his temperamental collarbone. He refused summer invitations to the pool and the beach. He stopped wearing tank tops, deciding he didn’t want to risk exposing the spider. Peter tugged his sleeve back over his shoulder, eyes moving to meet themselves in the mirror. He ran a hand through his hair. His eyes drifted to his own wrist then, catching the small watch. The hands ticked, reading as 5:00. Peter needed to be home by 6:00.

Really, you weren’t expecting much out of a date with Flash Thompson. He wasn’t the greatest guy ever, and you knew that going into the date. But you had tried nearly every other approach, and by this point you were desperate to find your soulmate, even if that meant reaching for short straws. Half-way through the date, you found yourself getting quite bored. Flash had managed to go for a full hour talking about nothing but himself and how much he hated your best friend. You were sick of it, and nodding along to whatever shit he was blabbering about, you tugged your phone out. Under the table, you shot a text to Peter.

moron: hey pete

idiot: of course

moron: don’t say it

idiot: i told you so

You couldn’t help but smile down at your phone, biting your lip.

“Y/n?” You looked up, noticing Flash looking at you funny, eyebrows quirked expectantly.

“Oh, sorry, where were we?” You forced a smile, and acted interested.

“Like I was saying, I wanted to go for the,”

You let his voice fade out of your senses once again. He didn’t notice, too engrossed in the story of his own accomplishments. You looked back at your phone once he was no longer paying attention.

moron: yeah, yeah. come get me? don’t think i can wait this one out

idiot: can’t, i’ve got some stuff

moron: since when do you have stuff?

idiot: hey, i have a life. it’s for the internship

moron: god damn that internship

idiot: try to get ned to get you?

moron: i already did

idiot: you went to ned before me??

moron: duh, you would’ve been annoying about it. like you’re being right now

idiot: hey, i told you not to go. now you gotta stay

moron: mhm. hate you.

idiot: i know. i’ll text you later

You looked at Flash, now fully regretting coming on this date. There obviously wasn’t any sense of love you could feel. There obviously wasn’t any prickling sensation to go along with the missing butterflies. This obviously wasn’t it. You studied his face, and there were no sparks. His lips were moving, but you had long stopped paying attention to anything that came from them.

“And that’s when I-“Oh my gosh, you know what?”

You interrupted him, “I think I forgot to throw out a box. You know, can’t procrastinate or it’ll never get done.”

“Oh, uh-“I can walk home, you stay and finish.”

You stood, smoothing your shirt and grabbing your purse. “Uh, well-“Bye, Flash!” You called, the bell jingling behind you as you walked out of the cafe. You had loved that cafe, and now it had been ruined. You wouldn’t be able to step into that cafe without thinking of this date. Wonderful.

Your feet carried you quickly today, almost as quick as the pace of the thoughts rushing in and out of your mind. So, you could definitely cross Flash off of your list. The list was growing shorter and shorter. At this point, you were about to give up hope. Where was he? Where was your true love? You had stressed about this since you were a little girl. You had grown up in a house with two happy, in love parents. They had been an exemplary pair of soulmates, never really losing any ounce of their love for each other. Growing up seeing that, and seeing your older siblings fall in love and get married, you’d always wanted that. You’d always been waiting for that, and at one point decided waiting wasn’t enough.

Now, it was nearly 9. You climbed up the stairs quietly, not really in the mood to tell your parents all about how your date had gone. They were as ready as you were for you to find your soulmate and always became excited whenever you mentioned a new boy.

You opened your room and flicked on the light, flopping backwards onto your bed. You covered your face with your hands and sighed.

“Hey.”

You snapped up, turning to look at Peter, who climbed in through your window. He gave you a weak smile, then winced.

“Peter! You scared me!” You put a hand over your chest and took a deep breath. He sat on your desk.

“So, the date was horrible, wasn’t it?”

“Yeah. What was I expecting? It’s Flash.”

Peter laughed, and then winced again.

“Hey, are you okay- oh my gosh, what happened?”

You stood to move to him, pushing down the hood of his hoodie. Your hand found his cheek, running your thumb over the purple bruise. It traveled to his forehead, pushing back his hair and you leaned closer to study the bloody cut starting at his hairline. It moved down to his chin, lifting it up so you could run a finger over his split bottom lip.

Your mouth parted, eyebrows furrowed with concern. “What, did some Stark executive beat you up over there?”

“Uh, not quite?”

You pulled Peter’s hand forcing him to stand up. He was suddenly taller than you, and your eyes followed up, and he looked back down at you. You put your hands on his shoulders, turning him and pushing him to the bathroom. He didn’t resist, walking backwards with you as you guided him. You pushed him into the counter and he hoisted himself up next to the sink. You squatted down, opening the cabinet to grab a box of vaseline and antibiotic ointment. You wet a towel and pressed it to his bruised cheek.

“This happened last week too. You ready to explain?” You muttered, eyes glancing down from the bruise to meet his. He looked away.

“No?” You looked back up to his injuries, backing away. You set down the towel and washed out his cuts.

“I’m not trying to get beat up.”

“Yeah, you’re not trying not to either.”

His hands gripped your hip bones, stopping your frantic searching for wherever the Neosporin was. You stopped and looked at him.

“Hey,” His voice was quiet. His eyes looked up into yours, searching for something. You put your hands on his shoulders, suddenly aware of how close he was to you, trying to create a little bit of distance.

“Did you hear about the guy who got his whole left side cut off?”

Your eyebrows scrunched in confusion, the corners of you mouth ticked up.

“What?”

“He’s alright now.”

You broke into laughter, never able to stay mad at him for long, your head fell to his shoulder before you pulled away and lightly shoved his shoulder. He grinned, grip tightening on you before pulling you closer to him again.

Your laughter faded, leaving just the shadow of a smile. Peter’s smile matched yours, eyes still studying your face like they always did. You took in a deep breath, suddenly feeling self-conscious under his eyes. And then you felt it.

Your stomach was full of butterflies. Peter sat in front of you, looking at you with adoration like he usually did. But this was different. It felt different. His eyes on you felt different and his hands on you felt different. You took a deep breath, nearly gasping for air.

You took a step back, and Peter’s hands dropped from your hips.

“All good to go.”

He didn’t get up quite yet.

“Thank you, Y/n. You really are the best.” He stood, stepping closer to lean down and press a kiss to your cheek. And then he was climbing out the window, turning to look back at you. His mouth opened, as if to say something before he closed it, turning back around and then he was gone.

Your cheeks burned, and you could feel the blush seeping in. You finally got ready for bed, jumping under the covers. After that day, you wanted to sleep as deep as you could. But you couldn’t.

You laid awake in your bed, staring up at the ceiling.

What was that? Were those what butterflies felt like? Why did your cheeks start burning when Peter kissed you? He always did that before he left. So what changed?

“Holy shit,” you whispered. Your eyes widened. “I’m in love with Peter.”

Because of your late night, you had a late morning. You slept through your multiple alarms, rolling out of bed. You jumped up, tripping over the blankets you had brought down with you. With zero care about the events of last night, you ran around your room, grabbing clothes from hangers while your toothbrush hung from your mouth. With 2 minutes to go, you stood in front of your mirror in Peter’s hoodie and black leggings, your immediate lazy outfit. You grabbed a hair tie to put your hair up, and the sleeves of Peter’s hoodie dropped to your elbow. And you saw it. The hair tie lay on the floor, long forgotten as you inspected the ink on the inside of your forearm.

Your jaw went slack. “Oh my god.”

There it sat. A spider. A black spider. The spider. You recognized that spider, anyone from New York would recognize that spider. Why was it on you?

Your eyes stared at themselves, realization pooling in them. “Oh my god.”

You yanked the sleeve down, and grabbed your bag, now rushing to school for a different reason.

“Y/n!”

It wasn’t that you didn’t hear them. You did, but you simply turned and gave them a tight-lipped smile over your shoulder before you kept moving down the hallway, leaving behind your confused friends. Your feet hit the ground repeatedly, beat-up converse making quick thud noises with each step.

And then you saw him.

“Peter!” You called, picking up into a light jog.

Peter turned to face you, closing his locker. He smiled, but it faded into a questioning expression as he took you in, hair a bit tangled and eyes fiery.

You stopped in front of him, a bit out of breath. You took a deep breath in, before pressing your lips together and raising your eyebrows, throwing your hands in the air.

Peter laughed, a little nervously.

“What?”

You grabbed his arm, pulling him into a nearby doorway before you paused and closed your eyes, pinching the bridge of your nose.

“Y/n-Ow!” You whacked his arm.

“Seriously?” You spoke, whacking him again.

“Y/n, why- Ow, Y/n, stop!” He jumped, and you whacked him again.

“Spider-man? Really?” You spoke through gritted teeth, your voice low so you wouldn’t alert others around you.

Peter’s eyes widened as you hit him again.

He grabbed your arm as it lifted to hit him again, then taking the second in his hand, clutching both your wrists with his hands.

“Why would you think I’m Spider-man?” Peter laughed, eyes darting off to the side.

You shook your head, giving him a pointed look. “Drop it, spidey-boy. I can tell when you’re lying.”

Peter rolled his eyes and sighed, finally meeting your eyes. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

You tugged your hands out of his and gasped as whacked him again. You gritted your teeth and whispered. “Peter, enough. I know.”

You stepped back and yanked up your sleeve, revealing the tattoo.

Peter’s eyes got even bigger, reaching for your arm, he inspected it, and then looked back up at you. He took you in all over again. Your eyes burned bright with fury, hair loose and frizzy. Your cheeks were flushed red, and the skin under his hands was warm. You were beautiful.

His smile was light, disbelieving. “This- this is my tattoo.”

You yanked your arm away, hitting him again. “God damn it, Peter, I know that.”

You hit him once more. “You couldn’t have told me you were Spider-man?” Another hit. “Told me why you could never pick me up?” Another hit. “Told me why you were showing up at my house at night all beat up?” Another hit. “You and your stupid fake, shitty internship!”

You looked up at Peter, noticing his stuck expression. A light smile, mouth slightly parted. His eyes looked down at you, and they were filled with such love it made yours full of love too. He took your hands in his, turning over the wrist without the spider, showing you your own tattoo. His thumb rubbed over the small paper airplane, following each dotted line of the map. He looked back at you again, smiling widely now. He let go of you again, folding his arms and stepping back.

“My tattoo’s on you.” He finally spoke, smirking wildly.

You shrugged, rolling your eyes. “Yes. And?”

“You know what that means?”

“No?”

“You love me.”

“Shut up, Peter.”

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. I love you too.”

“Oh my god, Peter, I said- wait, what?”

Peter smiled again, and lifted the hem of his shirt.

“Woah, spidey, not just hey, you can keep your shirt on.”

He rolled his eyes, turning to the side to show you his hip.

You took a step closer, pushing his shirt up and leaning to look. And you recognized it. The folded paper, the dotted lines of a map, it was your tattoo.

You stood straight again and Peter beamed at you. You whacked him.

“You didn’t even tell me you had my tattoo?” Whack. “You knew how hard I was looking for my soulmate, and you knew it was you?”

“Ow- Y/n, calm down!” He stopped you, pushing your arms to your sides.

“No, Peter. I’m mad.” You shook your head.

Peter smiled and raised your chin to look at you.

“Hey. I love you.” He grinned.

You looked away. Peter made you look back at him.

“C’mon, I know you want to say it. Say it.”

You made a face at Peter and sighed.

“Fine, Peter. I love you too.” You tried to hide your smile.

He envelopes you in a big hug, and you wriggled in his arms.

Your voice came out muffled by his jumper.

“Alright, gonna swing me to class, Spidey-Boy?” You squirmed out of his arms and began to walk to your class.

“Boy? Man! Spider-Man! Y/n!”

#afterglowparkers1kwc #peter parker #peter parker imagines #marvel #marvel imagines #mcu #tom holland #tom holland imagines #imagine

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yoon-kooks · 6 years ago

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Blossom🌸

Pairing: Stripper!Jimin x Reader

Genre: Stripper!AU, College!AU, Fluff

Summary: You infiltrate your local strip club to gather research and inspiration for your next painting and end up bringing home a stripper who also happens to be your cute neighbor.

Warnings: stripping, mentions of sex

Word Count: 3.3k

⤐ Story 1 in the Blossom!Universe; Read Blossom-pt.2 on my masterlist!

A/N: i know what yall are thinking!!! this is a stripper!au without smut??? but theres a good chance ill be writing more drabbles in this universe so look out for those!🌸

“Cute.” Your studio arts professor hands you back your print sample of a swimming platypus.

“…Is it not good?” You examine the print again to see where you went wrong. If anything, you thought this painting had turned out a lot better than the one of a goblin shark.

“Y/N, it’s amazing. It really is,” she tries to reassure you with a chuckle, but you know there’s something wrong with it. “It’s just… you’ve practically drawn the entire animal kingdom this semester.”

“…and?”

“Don’t you think you should try painting something else…? Like, I don’t know… a human?”

“But I’m more comfortable with animals.”

“That’s what I mean! You should try stepping out of your comfort zone? Plus, your portfolio will look better with more of a variety!”

“And how do you suppose I all of a sudden get inspiration for painting a human subject? I need something before the exhibition tomorrow.”

“I don’t know, try going to a strip club or something?” Your professor thinks she’s funny. “Just be creative!”

You lay on the floor of your dorm, desperately searching for inspiration. With animals and nature, it’s so easy for you to just sit down and paint whatever comes to mind. But with humans? You don’t even know where to start, and it certainly doesn’t help your concentration when a puppy is barking on the other side of the wall like it’s begging for you to draw it.

And in addition to the barking, you’re also being harassed by the constant replaying of your professor’s advice. Sure, you’d like to paint something that your professor and peers will approve of, but that becomes awfully difficult when what they want is not what you want. You just wish you could paint another animal and be done. But now even that’s impossible when all you can think about is trying to make everyone else satisfied.

“Shit.” You drag yourself off the floor, thrown on a fuzzy sweater, and walk out of your dorm with a sketchbook and pencil.

To your surprise, sneaking into a strip club undetected is a lot easier than one would think. And once you’re in, you squeeze your way through the crowd, inspecting the flashy lights, the booming stereos, and the big stage until you spot a table for one in a secluded corner. Perfect. No one will bother you there.

When the main show starts, the first thing you do is flip open your sketchbook with your pencil ready to draw. The second thing you do, however, is yawn. You aren’t sure what people enjoy about strangers prancing around naked on stage, but it could just be an acquired taste. Although the strippers are attractive and they have beautiful bodies, you’re just not interested nor inspired. Maybe it’s your artist block acting up, but it seems you’ve wasted your time.

Before you can get up to leave the club, you’re alarmed by a sudden eruption of screams. Giving it one last chance, you glance up and see the spotlight on an incredibly handsome boy in all white, running his fingers through his dark hair. Still fully clothed, he dances, moves, spins on stage, and somehow it’s so different from the previous acts. So much that you forget where you are until he flips his jacket off his shoulders and tosses it aside as he continues to dance.

The way he graces the stage is elegant and almost angelic. You flip your sketchbook back open and wait for the demon to show itself. He makes his way down the catwalk to engage more with the crowd, and money’s already being thrown before his body’s even exposed. Once he loses his tank, however, the cheering gets twice as loud and the stage is showered with crumpled bills. But you don’t have time to worry about that.

For the first time that night, your pencil starts gliding across the page in your sketchbook. You roughly sketch out his body, his motions, his movements, his smirks. You’re too busy drawing to notice when he catches a glimpse of you as he kicks his pants off to reveal a very healthy ass, or when he teases several customers with his rolls and thrusts.

With several pages filled with new sketches, you hear the collective aww from the crowd, assuming that means the handsome boy is done for the night. The only one in the crowd who isn’t sad is you, because you finally collected all the research material you need to be inspired. And before you leave, you decide to flesh out the details of what you witnessed, in case the vivid images and inspiration escape you before returning home.

“Would you like a drink or a dance, Baby?” A stripper with pastel mint hair eyes you up and down, leaning against the table with his head cocked to the side. You’re shocked he even bothered approaching you when you didn’t tip at all. Unless that’s what he’s after.

“Uhh, no thanks, I was actually just on my way out,” you throw your sketchbook and pencil into your bag and get up to leave.

“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that, Sweetheart. Did you not enjoy your stay? Maybe I could change that.” The stripper continues to pester you, and you wonder if the smallest tip will help you escape.

“This one’s with me, Sugar.” An unknown voice appears behind you as the stripper named Sugar shrugs and walks over to another customer waving their money around.

With a sigh of relief, you turn around, only to have your heart racing again in an instant. It’s the handsome boy you had sketched. Only instead of wearing an all-white costume, he’s now engulfed in an oversized black hoodie. You assume he’s off duty, so you aren’t sure why he’s approaching you like the other stripper had.

“Are you the freeloader everyone’s talking about?” he asks you.

“I suppose I am…” You look around and realize you’re probably the only broke college kid at the club, hence the only one who can’t afford to throw money around for lap dances.

“Can you at least show me your sketches?”

“What.”

“I saw you drawing something in your sketchbook during my performance earlier,” he does a cute little drawing gesture with his hand. “If you aren’t going to tip anything, the least you can do is show me what you drew.”

You suppose he’s right. Besides, you really do appreciate it when people take interest in your art, so you hand him your sacred sketchbook and watch as his expression changes from curious to awe.

“Are you an art student?” he asks while flipping through the quick sketches of his body.

“Yeah, I was just gathering research for a painting I need to do for tomorrow’s exhibition.”

“Oh? And I’m your muse?” He hands you back your sketchbook and catches a glimpse of your name written in the corner of the cover. “Y/N?”

You nod, getting your pencil ready to jot something down.” And may I ask what my muse’s name is?”

“It’s Jimin, part-time stripper, full-time dance student.”

“Wait, you’re a student, too?” You know you shouldn’t be surprised because the boy does look around your age, but still. You didn’t realize strippers had time for school obligations on top of work. “Which school?”

“Seoul Institute of the Arts.” No. That can’t be. There’s no way this handsome stripper goes to the same school as you. “Why do you look so shocked…?”

“I go there, too…” You shrink your body as if that’ll help you hide. You’re suddenly feeling super shy. “But you don’t happen to live in the dorms, do you…?”

“I do… Do you…?”

You nod.

“So what you’re trying to say is, we’re neighbors?” Jimin says as he stands outside his dorm, room 324, and you stand outside of yours, 325.

“I guess-” You’re cut off by a cute bark. “That’s your puppy making all the noise then?”

“Uh, yeah… I got her a week ago after saving up enough from work,” he opens the door and a tiny white fluff ball stretches its body in the door way before trotting over to greet you. You squat down to say hi to the little puppy who gives you her paw. “But anyway, the whole stripper thing needs to stay between you and me, yeah?”

Of course you have no intentions of letting people know you infiltrated a strip club anyway, so that means you also can’t be telling them your neighbor is a secret stripper. But Jimin doesn’t know that, and you’re going to use that to your advantage. “Okay, yeah, I won’t tell anyone… as long as you agree to be my model for the rest of the night.” You open your door and gesture for him to come in.

Jimin scoops up the feisty puppy and tucks it comfortably under his arm. “I thought I already was your model?”

“All you have to do is pose for me for a few hours,” you say, leading the stripper into your dorm-turned studio.

“Naked?”

“Shirtless is fine.” Anything more than that would be far too much for your eyes. You pretend not to peek as he promptly removes his hoodie and t-shirt to reveal a picture-perfect torso and something you didn’t catch as the club. You tilt your head to get a better look at the word inked to his ribs. Blossom. “Is that the name a stripper girl you’re in love with?”

“For your information, Blossom is the name of that little one over there,” he points over to where his puppy is trying to dig a hole into your pillow before brushing his fingers over his tattoo. “But, it’s also just a reminder to myself.”

You nod, “Ooh, fascinating…” Once all of your art supplies are set up on your cluttered desk, you glance up at the clock on the wall. Midnight already. “I’ll keep that in mind for my painting.”

The boy has a lot of good poses, some suggestive, others charming. One second he’ll be licking his lips with his hands at his belt, and the next he’s laying on your bed while running his fingers through his hair. Oh, and he also has this really cute smile when he’s watching you be so immersed in your art.

Once you decide on a pose to paint (the one on his back with the fingers running through his hair!), you hop off your chair and walk over to the half-naked boy on your bed. He blinks up at you with either innocent eyes or inviting eyes—you aren’t really good at telling the difference. You don’t know what he was expecting, but his face looks awfully surprised when you extend your phone for him to take.

“Can you take a pic of yourself in That™ position?” You do the fingers-running-through-hair thing.

“You don’t want to take the picture yourself?”

You shake your head.

“You don’t want to get on top of me and see with your own eyes?”

You shake your head again. He chuckles as he sits up, doing the fingers-running-through-hair thing a couple of times. Must be a habit. You didn’t notice the fifty other times he did the hair thing, but this time you’re made aware of his cherry blossom cologne, its alluring scent trying to pull you closer. But you know to keep a distance.

“You’re no fun to flirt with, you know that?” It almost looks like he pouts before finally taking your phone and tossing himself back against your mattress.

“I’m a lot flirtier when I don’t have a project due in less than ten hours.”

“Really?”

“No.” Your answer makes him frown, but he takes the selfies you asked for anyway.

You watch your bed sheets wrinkle with every sensual movement of the boy’s body as he finds the best angle for your research photos. Not only does he adjust the positioning of his head and arm, but also his squirmy lower half with his waist where his underwear is peeking out and his legs unable to keep still. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he was frustrated, needy, and a tad bit horny.

As you wait for him to finish, you start mapping out your painting with a rough outline. You lightly sketch Jimin down to his waist and surround him with-

“Done~” the boy yawns, handing you back your phone. Eager, you swipe through the 37 photos taken by Park Jimin, all of which have an overwhelming amount of sex appeal. You don’t know how you’re going to narrow it down, though you suppose the one he set as your lockscreen is the best in his humble opinion. And it has a perfect view of his tattoo.

You feel Jimin’s eyes on you as you painting. The sensation of being observed is oddly comforting rather than pressuring, and maybe it’s because you know it’s not with judging eyes. From your bed, he follows your paintbrush’s every stroke against the canvas as you fill it in with a splash of color, bringing your subject into bloom.

“What made you choose me specifically to be your model?” the boy asks as you’re defining his abs.

You pause your painting for a moment to think about his question. “I don’t usually use people as subjects for my art, but my professor suggested that I step out of my comfort zone.”

“So you went to a strip club and surrounded yourself with naked people?”

“Exactly,” you nod and continue, “I took a chance, went to a strip club for the first and last time in my life, and met a boy. And out of all the humans in the world, he was the first to lend me inspiration.”

“I can’t believe you found inspiration in someone who sells their body for money,” Jimin chuckles but his words bother you.

“I know I’m literally painting your abs right now, but believe me when I say I took more inspiration from you than just from your body.”

“Well I’m glad,” he says, rubbing his toned belly. You’re still not convinced.

“Do you not like being a stripper?”

“I don’t hate it, and the performer in me really does enjoy being on stage. Plus, it pays for my puppy,” Jimin sighs because he knows you’re not going to let it go until you get a proper answer. “But there’s always this feeling of being trapped in a bud of expectation and insecurity. As long as I’m a stripper, my body will always outshine my dancing. And yet, I can’t bring myself to quit, in fear of not being a good enough dancer for anything else.”

You can only nod because you don’t know how to offer support. The boy sounds a lot less confident now than how you remember him dancing on stage. But you get it. Taking that first step out of your comfort zone is as scary as that painting you did of the goblin shark. But that’s the only way you’ll ever blossom.

After several hours of endless painting and the occasional puppy whining in her sleep, you rise like a zombie from your desk to show your muse the final product of your blood, sweat, and tears. But of course he’s already fast asleep on your bed with his puppy at ass o’clock.

Not wanting to disturb the two cuties, you carefully pull the covers over them, make a nice bed for yourself on the carpet with three spare blankets, and turn out the lights.

When you wake up, however, you smell cherry blossoms and feel something warm pressed up against your back. Thankfully, what you find when you roll over on the bed is not a sleeping Jimin, but instead a puppy licking her butt. As soon as she realizes her privacy’s been violated, she wags her tail and does some morning stretches.

You flip the covers and bed sheets over in search of a half-naked boy, but he’s not there. Instead, you see him all bundled up in his black hoodie and the three blankets you’d been using on the floor. Somehow the two of you mysteriously swapped places. You can only assume he woke up in the middle of the night and tucked you into bed. Because coincidences like that don’t just happen.

Relieved from everything, you take time to play with the puppy on your bed for a bit before you have to get ready and leave for the exhibition. The little one explores the dark depths beneath your bed sheet, her cold wet nose sniffing everything including your exposed legs, until her fluffy head finally pops back out with a tiny bark.

You’re startled by half-asleep mumbles and rustling blankets. Jimin sits up as his hood falls down to reveal a wicked bedhead. He tousles his hair around and you can’t decide whether it looks messy or really fucking hot—like he just had a quickie. “Did you finish your painting?” He blinks at you.

“Oh right.” You stop yourself from any sort of fantasizing and hop off the bed to grab the colorful canvas from your desk. Once it’s in the hands of the boy at the center of the painting, you plop down next to him on the blankets and wait for his response.

Before saying a word, Jimin’s eyes examine every inch of the canvas. From the pastel palette, to the boy’s fingers-running-through-hair pose, to the pink bed of flowers beneath him and petals around him, to the bold tattoo on his ribs.

“Are you calling me a flower boy?” He’s unable to hold back a smile creeping up.

“You’re the one with the tattoo,” you say, softly poking the boy’s ribs through his hoodie. “So you tell me.”

He shakes his head, “I still have a long way to go before I, you know, blossom…” You find it adorable how he cringes and shrinks his body at his own word. “But until then, I’ve found another flower to inspire me.” He’s totally talking about you.

“You mean your puppy?” you tease him, picking up the curious white pupper and tapping her wet nose against the boy’s cheek. He plants a soft kiss on her little head before taking her into his lap where she quickly curls up in a ball.

“Yeah her,” Jimin continues to stroke his baby’s fur as her eyelids grow heavier. It isn’t long before the precious bean is fast asleep, and your heart melts a little.

“I was pleasantly surprised to wake up back in my bed with her all cozied up next to me,” you reach over to pet the puppy even though it’s right at the boy’s crotch. “You didn’t have to do that, you know… But I appreciate it, Jimin.”

“No problem, Little One,” he gives you a cute duck face. “I’d want to make sure I have your permission before we sleep together anyway.”

You suppose that’s his way of asking for sex, but you really can’t take a hint. So you ignore him. “Do you want to come to the exhibition with me?”

A little disappointed that you ignored his invitation, Jimin sulks and grabs his duffle bag as he walks towards the bathroom, “Fine, but let me change into clean clothes first.”

“You’re fine with stripping down at a crowded club, but not in front of me?” you ask, not because you want to see it again, but because it’s ironic.

After pausing mid-step, he spins around and stands right before you, his beautiful dark eyes meeting yours. And rather than running his fingers through his own hair for the fiftieth time, he runs them through yours for the first. “Maybe I’m not a stripper when I’m with you.”

“Then what are you? A vampire?” you look up at him with a teasing grin.

“You’re impossible, you know that?” The boy shakes his head and does a cute little eye roll to pretend like he’s annoyed as he walks off to the bathroom. And when he comes back in a very casual boyfriend look, the two of you head over to the exhibition on campus with the painting tucked under your arm.

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