#hearing some guy lecture n they lean over to each other like

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GO FOR IT! ; YUUTA OKKOTSU

synopsis; yuuta’s been crushing on you ever since the first group project you had together, but he’s too nervous to confess. luckily, he has some over-eager friends willing to help! step 1: ask for your number!

word count; 7.4k

contents; yuuta okkotsu/reader, gn!reader, university au, yuuta majors in creative writing and writes poetry in his spare time <3, no curses au, yuuta is a cutiepie, he’s also a loserboy, pining and longing, unrequited love, maki inumaki and panda are wingmen (but not very good ones), fluffy vibes, gojo makes a guest appearance (stay safe), literally just yuuta being whipped for like 7k words straight

a/n; im gonna have to edit this a lot i think….. but for now it should be fine :3 i love the boy!!

”you’re staring. again.”

yuuta flinches. a jolt overtakes him, running through his body, and the pen he’d been absently writing with slips from his fingers. it tumbles down to the ground with a soft thunk. 

gazing up at the shadow towering over him, his eyes are wide, a little flustered; like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar. like he’s expecting a smack on the head from the person in front of him.

— it’s maki. 

and she looks displeased, lips pursed and a single eyebrow raised. unimpressed, as she stares him down — the same way he’d been looking at you just a second ago.

”they’re gonna think you’re a creep if they catch you, you know,” she sighs, shifting from one foot to another. carrying her bass in a case on her back.

”maki, c’mon,” comes from behind her, an even larger figure strolling up to the pair. grinning brightly, fluffy hair tousled by the afternoon breeze. ”cut him some slack!” 

”salmon,” a third voice joins in. inumaki’s got some green paint staining the sleeve of his hoodie, and his fingers are dirtied with charcoal.

his closest friends, all joining him on the table they usually frequent on campus. right next to a giant tree, casting a pleasantly cool shade and obscuring the irritating brightness of the sun.

maki, headstrong and resilient. infamously rude. a music major, primarily, though yuuta knows she has more than a couple minors. if you pay attention, you can see her almost everywhere on campus, and she always does well on exams. confident, enough so that just being around her makes yuuta feel a little more secure in himself.

panda, a big kid with a big heart, always wearing monochrome clothes. ‘panda’ can’t possibly be his real name, though yuuta’s never found the courage to ask. truthfully, he isn’t sure panda even has a major, or goes to this university at all — but nobody’s mentioned it yet, and he doubts they ever will.

and then inumaki, the quiet kid, always helpful and kind. a little teasing, too. selectively mute, speaking exclusively in rice ball ingredients, but yuuta has already begun adjusting to the thought behind his phrases. an art student with remarkable talent, from sculptures to comics to paintings. he mostly spends his lectures playing games on his phone, though. and he's the kindest guy yuuta knows.

his beloved friends. the reason he can smile through each day, even when it’s a little difficult.

and maki’s right, he knows she is. if you were to lock eyes with him, and realize he’d been glancing over at you for the past ten minutes… god, he doesn’t even want to think about it. you’d be weirded out for sure, wouldn’t you?

but yuuta just can’t help it. you’re far too radiant to ever look away from, smile much too pretty.

you’re just sitting there, laughing and talking with your friends, the same as any other day. comparing hand sizes with miwa, or leaning over to whisper in mai’s ear. snorting over something momo said, or trying to understand the code kokochi’s fiddling with on his laptop. just being yourself, with people you’re close to.

and yuuta desperately wishes he could be among them. wishes he could see your honeyed smile up close, hear the melodic lilt of your laughter, breathe in the lingering scent of your shampoo. he wishes he could speak to you without stuttering, without tripping over his feet — hang out with you outside of class. just something small, like studying together, or grabbing a bite to eat.

he wishes he could get to know you. 

yuuta thinks he must seem like a fool, to be so affected by your mere presence. everything comes to him so easily, when he looks at you; the pitter patter of his heart, his sweaty hands, the whirlwind of butterflies swirling in his chest. even just the way you twirl your hair or chew on your pencil is so mesmerizing. 

so all he can do is stare, hopeless, a moth to a flame. basking in the warmth of your gaze, directed at your friends.

hoping one day, maybe… that warmth will fall upon him, as well.

(maybe one day.)

”hellooo? earth to yuuta!”

”see? he’s hopeless.”

”mentaiko…”

”inumaki’s right. he’s a man in love!”

”he’s a boy with a stupid crush,” maki scoffs, picking at a piece of lint on her tank top. ”and we have a study session we need to get done. the exam’s next week, remember?”

exam.

yuuta shoots up, wasting no time in grabbing his backpack and slinging it over his shoulder. the ring hanging around his neck dangles with the sudden movement, and he clutches onto it.

”ah — right!” he squeaks, apologetic. ”sorry, it completely slipped my mind —”

before his mind can begin to overthink every action he’s taken these past few hours, a hand reaches out to pat his shoulder. pat, pat. reassuring and stabilizing.

inumaki smiles at him. yuuta can’t see his mouth, from behind the fabric of his hoodie, but his eyes crinkle softly; and it’s enough to put yuuta’s heart at ease.

”don’t apologize,” maki says. simple, straightforward. ”let’s just get going. i need to do better than naoya did last time.”

”you’re still mad about that, huh?”

”he only got a higher score because i wasn’t on top of my game,” she grumbles, digging her nails into the pockets of her baseball jacket. ”he doesn’t even like music. he’s just taking the course to piss me off. grown ass man.”

a chuckle slips from yuuta’s lips. the warm breeze ruffles his hair, and he holds onto the strap of his backpack, following closely behind as his friends begin to leave. sending one final glance at your figure, over by a table near the apricot trees.

and that’s when it happens.

— he looks over at you, and finds that your eyes are already on him. 

a moment passes.

while yuuta struggles to find his breathing, your lips curl up into a soft smile. then you raise your hand, waving to him cheerily, teeth peeking out from between your lips. he can see it clearly, even with the distance between you. 

a smile that glimmers like a jewel, in the light of the sun. 

yuuta feels his lips part, mouth falling open ever so slightly. but he waves back, afraid to take too long, unable to stop the pounding of his heartbeat — smiling giddily, like a schoolgirl tripping over her feet. 

his friends just watch, wholly unimpressed.

”do you think he’d notice if i threw a rock at him?”

”maki!”

”what do you like about them, anyway?”

the question is unexpected. yuuta has to do a double take, eyes straying from his excerpt of sappho 31 up to the person seated across from him. tapping her pencil on the edge of the table, resting her sharp jaw on the heel of her palm. 

”huh?”

”them. your crush,” maki reiterates. ”what caught your attention? there’s got to be something, yeah?”

”oh?” panda chirps, leaning back in his chair. a teasing grin playing at his lips. “i thought you didn’t care about his silly little crush.”

”i don’t.” a huff pushes past her lips, hands reaching to fix her lazy ponytail, hair tie dangling from between her teeth. ”i’m just bored. i already know all this, anyway.”

”tuna mayo.”

”oh, are you curious too, inumaki?”

”well, out with it. why them?”

yuuta blinks. once, then twice — mind spinning in circles, as his friends await his answer.

and, truthfully, yuuta can’t pinpoint the exact moment he felt it. that burst of joy, that tinge of excitement — the puppy love that rika always spoke of. she was always good at verbalizing her emotions, in a way yuuta never could.

(he always knew he loved her, but he could never put it into words.)

and he knows that he likes you. he knows because every word you speak has him stumbling over what to say, because even a single smile sent his way makes the world feel so gentle. he knows because he’d probably throw himself into incoming traffic, if you just asked him to.

but he can’t put it into words. not spoken ones, anyhow — putting them on paper is one thing, the one thing he can do. writing out his love for you in similes and metaphors, sonettes and alexandrines. it’s how he copes with everything; writing and writing, til his fingers start to hurt. he can compare you to a dandelion, to the way cicadas buzz in the light of the sun. the scent of childhood. but it’s harder to speak it out loud, to turn the feelings into sounds — that’s maki’s specialty, not his.

why does yuuta like you?

he remembers it clear as day, but still can’t pinpoint the exact second he fell headfirst into love. it was more of a creeping realization, something soft and sweet trickling through his veins. that sinking feeling, how helplessly he fell for you.

it all started with a pencil.

in hindsight, it’s a little silly. but yuuta can’t bring himself to think back to that moment with anything other than fondness.

(your smile was just so bright.)

that day had been a disaster. he was nervous, painfully so, afraid of every single new thing he came across during his first week of uni. scatterbrained, running on almost no sleep, unsure of where to put his feet as he walked.

honestly — what kind of trainwreck forgets their pen and notebook during their very first workshop?

all that anxiety, all those hours spent overthinking, and he still couldn’t manage something so small. in the moment, he almost panicked; sitting with you, a total stranger, wholly unprepared for such a simple assignment. read a couple excerpts, analyze them on paper. all yuuta could do was stare blankly at his lap, frozen, throat dry. hands cold with sweat.

but then you smiled.

”did you forget your notebook?” you had asked, voice set to a soothing tilt. calm, not angry or impatient.

”ah — yeah, i, um…” yuuta could only swallow thickly, fidgeting with the strings of his hoodie. ”i’m sorry. i haven't been sleeping well, so —”

”hey, hey, it’s fine!” you chuckled, teeth peeking out from between your lips. ”i totally get it. i almost forgot my laptop at yesterday’s lecture. we can just share!”

then you pushed your notebook closer to him, inviting him in. moving your chair a little, angling it towards him. but all yuuta could think of was how pretty your smile looked, how kind your presence felt.

”here you go,” you grinned, snapping him out of his trance. ”you can use this.”

a pencil. yuuta took it from your opened palm, gazing at it in wonder. an orange-coloured, halloween-themed pumpkin design. completely out of season. the tiny pumpkin was cute, though.

such a casual kindness. but maybe that's exactly why it made his heart flutter so deeply; as if you did it without even really thinking. as if kindness comes easy, to you.

that’s probably how it began. by the time the workshop ended, yuuta knew that he liked you, and he knew that he wanted nothing more than to be your friend.

(subconsciously, his fingers tap at the zipper of his backpack. the pumpkin pen is still with him, after you waved him off with a smooth you can keep it, if you want. yuuta has found that he always writes best when he uses it.)

”well?”

maki’s voice snaps him out of his trip down memory lane, and he stumbles for something to say. what does he like about you?

squirming, yuuta feels his face heat up, as he thinks of you. all he can see is your smile, the kindness in the tilt of your voice. the brightness of the grin you sent his way. warm and saccharine, like the sun peeking out after a downpour — when the streets smell like honeydew and rain.

”they’re just… so cool,” he finally sighs, a dreamy look smoothing over his face. ”they’re so nice. and their smile is so beautiful. they’re so smart, too — god, you should see the way they write — everything about them is just…”

yuuta blushes a deep red, smiling even still. lovesick. ”.. so, so wonderful.”

maki freezes in the midst of the tapping of her pencil. panda stops kicking at the foot of the table. and inumaki looks away from his phone, messing up his full combo.

a moment of silence passes. the study hall grows quiet, and yuuta looks down at his lap; suddenly embarrassed. sipping from his little carton of apple juice.

”hey…” panda starts, delicate. somehow, yuuta dreads the teasing edge to his voice. ”have you thought about confessing to them, yuuta?”

”what?” the boy in question squeaks, choking on his juice. ”no, of course not!”

”why?” maki deadpans. popping a chip into her mouth. ”you’re head over heels, right? might as well do something about it.”

inumaki hums. affirmative.

”i… don’t know,” yuuta sighs. a heavy breath, a little wobbly. meek. ”they’d just reject me, wouldn’t they? i mean…”

(you’re totally out of his league. right?)

maki scoffs, sitting up a little straighter. there’s an angered kind of affection in her eyes. ”you’re just deciding that all on your own. how would you know how they feel?”

the gaze she sends his way is intense. it always has been. there’s a kindness to it, though, something that makes yuuta want to look her in the eye — but he can’t, eyes still locked on his hands, resting in his lap. ”… still,” he manages a weak smile, somewhat sheepish. ”even if i wanted to, there’s no way i could. i’m too much of a coward.”

…

maki slams her textbook shut. the sound is sudden, loud. yuuta flinches, and a wince leaves inumaki’s lips. panda just watches her, snacking on some chips, a mild curiousity simmering in his eyes.

the girl in question gets up from her seat, grabbing her bass case and throwing it over her shoulder. then she looks at yuuta, eyes full of decision.

”— well, lucky for you, we’ve got some time to spare.”

a blink. yuuta gazes up at the girl in front of him, tilting his head in confusion.

maki sighs. exasperated. ”i’m saying we’ll help you. don’t look so resigned, dumbass.”

at that, panda gets up too — suddenly excited. ”are you thinking what i’m thinking?”

she just huffs, smiling even still. ”probably not. but let’s hear it.”

the grin on his face widens. he scribbles something down in his notebook, showing off the writing proudly. ”operation: get yuuta to confess is about to commence!”

inumaki turns off his phone. sitting up straight, arms decisively crossed, a strangely serious expression on his face. completely invested.

”wait — wait!” yuuta stutters, eyes wide with flustered shock. ”don’t i get a say in this?”

”of course not.”

”nope!”

”bonito flakes.”

”b… but —”

”alright, so here’s what i’m thinking,” panda begins, writing down unintelligible notes on the pages of his tattered notebook. ”we need to start small. we don’t want yuuta getting heart palpitations and fainting in the middle of campus, so —”

”tuna mayo?”

”yeah, that’s perfect! hang on, lemme just…”

”let me see. i don’t want you messing this up.”

yuuta’s voice comes out tiny, as it falls from his lips. more of a squeaky breath. ”guys, i really — you don’t need to —”

panda continues to scribble in the notebook, engrossed, arm hanging off maki’s shoulder as they go over the contents. inumaki nods along, walking over to them with lazy steps. yuuta’s protests go unnoticed, and all he can do is watch them mutter under their breaths.

”— okay. listen up, yuuta.”

he raises his head, and meets maki’s sharp eyes. she’s smiling, strolling over to place the notebook right in front of him. ”here’s how this is gonna go.”

yuuta looks down. 

everything is written out with a pink sharpie, glittery and pretty. there are little hearts doodled out across the pages, and he can tell exactly which ones were drawn by who. all of them look messy, with the exception of inumaki’s perfect little shapes. 

and there, right in the middle, lies a line of text.

panda reads it out, voice loud and cheery, while maki and inumaki stick close. all smiling, as a chill crawls down yuuta’s spine.

”step 1: ask for their number!”

plan a

”okay, so… what am i supposed to do, exactly?”

panda throws an arm over yuuta’s shoulder, and he’s enveloped by the scent of fresh sunlight. the weight is heavy, a comfort. ”we’re going with my plan first! it’s the best one, so don’t worry.”

”i don’t know about that,” maki scoffs. ”we can’t ask mai. best case scenario, she’ll laugh at us a little and say no.”

inumaki hums. he rips out a part of the notebook he’s been tasked with carrying, doodling a little face and showing it to the rest of his friends.

yuuta leans in close. it’s a cute doodle, charming. and he can tell who it’s supposed to depict. miwa kasumi.

”yeah, she’s our best bet,” maki sighs, brushing some specks of dust off her jeans. ”she seems like the nicest one in that group.”

yuuta tilts his head, brows furrowed in confusion. he plays with the ring hanging around his neck, a nervous tick he’s never managed to get rid of. ”wait, so…” he trails off, unsure. ”what are we doing, exactly?”

panda tugs him closer, a friendly smile on his face. ”we’re going to their friends for help!” he beams. ”that’ll be easier for you, right?”

a blink. yuuta gazes into the eyes of his friend, something soft blooming in his eyes.

they can be a chaotic bunch — but they’re still so considerate. considerate enough to know asking for your number straight out would be too much for him. considerate enough to think of his comfort, in a way no one else has bothered to before.

(faced with such immense understanding, such genuine friendship, how could he ever bear to let them down?)

”… alright,” yuuta gulps, clutching his ring as if to give him courage. managing a smile. ”let’s do this, then!”

with newfound determination, the four of them seek out miwa kasumi. it doesn’t take too long — she’s studying, going over legal codes in the library, eyes narrowed in concentration. and she isn’t alone.

”hey, miwa. muta.”

the pair look up from their respective textbooks and laptop, meeting the gaze of a certain maki zenin, waltzing over to their table. miwa smiles, but kokichi doesn’t say anything.

”hi, maki! how are you?”

”i’m good,” she answers, straight to the point; but her eyes soften a little. then she gestures towards yuuta with a tilt of her head. ”sorry, but this guy needs your help.” 

”hm?” miwa shifts in her seat, meeting yuuta’s nervous gaze, as he steps forward. ”ah, you’re… okkotsu, right?”

”ah, yeah! sorry for interrupting you two…”

”no, no! please, don’t worry about it,” she grins. sweet and soft, twirling a lock of her hair between her fingers. ”we don't mind. right?”

kokichi still doesn’t say anything. but he nods, when miwa meets his eyes — and yuuta notices that they seem a lot softer when she does.

”so, here’s how it is…”

panda explains the situation to the pair. yuuta looks down at the floor, face flushed as he shifts from foot to foot. by the time he’s finished, miwa looks wholly invested, and kokichi looks a little less like all he wants is for them to leave him and miwa be.

”awww, that’s so sweet!!” she gushes, clasping her hands together. eyes glimmering with excitement.

”right,” maki hums. already a little impatient. ”so, basically — we need their number.”

”… ah. well, um —” miwa trails off, averting her gaze. she looks over at kokichi, but he only shrugs, going back to his coding. ”see, here’s the thing…”

with an apologetic look in her eyes, she turns to yuuta. ”i support you 100% — but i dunno if it’d feel right to just… give away their number like that, you know?” she mumbles, sheepishly. ”i think you should ask them, yourself. that’d be way more romantic!”

”yeah, but that’s a tall hurdle for a socially anxious guy…” panda mutters, patting yuuta’s back.

”still! i’m sure they’d appreciate you being direct.” miwa closes her eyes, a dreamy expression painted on her face. ”i’d be elated if someone asked for my number like that!! all stuttering and shy… it’d be so cute!”

(if anyone notices kokichi stiffening beside her, they don’t mention it.)

maki sighs, resigned. ”well, i don’t think we’re getting any numbers here. good. what kind of creep just texts someone out of nowhere, anyway?”

”i thought it was a good plan!” panda protests, pouting a little. maki shoots him a look.

”it was an awful plan. what were you planning to say? hey, i forced your friend to give me your number, but would you want to hang out sometime?” she crosses her arms with a sharp scoff. ”i’d beat your ass!”

panda grumbles a little under his breath, but doesn’t say anything. 

”sorry i couldn’t be of more help,” miwa mumbles, sheepishly, rubbing the back of her head. ”good luck, though! i hope they say yes!”

”thanks, miwa,” yuuta smiles, already in the process of being tugged away by his friends. ”i really appreciate it!”

plan a

plan b

”alright, inumaki’s turn. what’s your take on the situation, mister?”

the boy in question sits up straight, back resting against a tree trunk. he writes something down, and yuuta waits, patiently — absentmindedly staring at the white petals of the apricot trees on campus. pure, fleeting, sweet blossoms unfurling before him.

when he’s finished, inumaki presents the page to yuuta, and everyone gathers round. reading the writing, eyes trailing over his little doodles. panda grins, and maki strokes her chin in contemplation.

”you’re a genius, inu!”

”well, it’s probably the easiest way to go about it…”

yuuta purses his lips. it’s a good plan, he thinks; writing out a note, and passing it to you in the middle of class. that way, he won’t have to turn his feelings into sounds, won’t have to speak them out loud. there’s a safety to it, the trickling of ink across blank papers. one that’s never failed him.

”… that should work,” he mumbles, and inumaki visibly brightens. ”what am i supposed to write, though?”

”just be straightforward.”

”not seconded!” panda huffs, crossing his legs. ”you need to be dramatic. heartfelt. that’ll catch their attention!” he stops to think for a moment, a hum buzzing loudly in his throat. ”hey — why not write them a love poem? put those skills to good use!”

”a love poem?” yuuta squeaks, a slight heat rising to the tips of his ears. ”there’s no way i could do that! and i’m not skilled, i —”

a pause. yuuta bites his lip.

”… it’d just be embarrassing,” he finally mutters, playing with his ring.

(he wonders what rika would think, if she were here. what she’d advise him to do — would she like the love poem idea? probably.)

”well, you could at least try. who knows, maybe they’ll like it,” maki attempts to reassure him, chewing at a piece of gum. ”if they’re anything like miwa, it’ll be easy.”

gnawing at his bottom lip, yuuta emits an anxious hum. deep in thought. maybe you would like it, but… what if you just think it’s cheesy?

maki observes him, intently. listening to the emotions behind his silence. tapping the pads of her fingers on her knee, in a rhythmic motion. ”… at least try writing something out,” she says. ”if you can’t think of anything, then just copy some random old guy. what was his name, uh — catallas? or something?”

yuuta’s gaze snaps up, eyes gone wide. ”catullus?” he gapes, in disbelief. ”are you insane? do you even know what kind of poems he wrote?”

maki shoots him a confused look, and a tilt of her head. ”isn’t he the ’give me a thousand kisses’ guy?”

”he is, but that’s —” a sigh, exasperated. flustered, as it flows from his parted lips. then he shakes his head. ”nevermind. it doesn’t matter.”

”tuna…” inumaki mumbles, nudging yuuta’s shoulder with his head. a silent encouragement. and even with no words, yuuta knows what he’s trying to say.

just be yourself. this is your specialty, right? 

write from your heart.

”inumaki…” yuuta meets his gaze, and is met with a pair of warm eyes. a friendly punch meets his shoulder, soft and delicate. kind.

”… alright. i’ll write it!”

”that’s the spirit!” panda grins. ”just give it to them during tomorrow’s lecture.”

”yeah,” yuuta nods, mustering the courage to smile. ”i will!”

when yuuta gets home that night, he makes himself a cup of coffee with too much sugar, and gets ready to write.

he listens to maki’s acoustic guitar covers through his headphones, curled up with the fluffy blanket panda gave him, and munches on a hastily made onigiri to give himself much-needed energy.

(writing with a certain pumpkin-themed pencil, basking in the scratching of lead against blank pages.)

his hands are shaking.

it’s barely noticeable, but it’s there. that nervous shiver of his bones, the rattling of his skeleton. you’re sitting right next to him, so close he can smell the shampoo you use, the mint off your breath —

and yuuta can’t seem to hand you the note.

he spent all last night writing it. putting every single little drop of his love into every single little word. but that fear of rejection still remains, rendering him useless, unable to act.

you’re listening to the lecture, but only halfheartedly, absentmindedly doodling in your notebook. out of boredom, he assumes.

it’s the perfect moment to strike.

yuuta’s hands are shaking, and his heartbeat is stuttering, crawling up his throat. he takes a sip of water, hoping it’ll make the dry sensation go away, but it doesn’t work.

(just be yourself.)

with a deep intake of breath, he pushes the note over to you — not daring to look your way.

his eyes remain glued on the laptop screen in front of him, but he hears you pick it up, hears the rustling of paper as you unfold it. his heart echoes with a similar rhythm, unstable, borderline erratic. the rest of the lecture passes by slowly, minute by minute, at an agonizing pace.

when it finally ends, yuuta has to restrain the urge to run away — turning towards you slowly, hesitantly, as if just the sight of you could blind him if he isn’t careful. but you’re already looking at him. and you’re smiling.

”that was so good, yuuta!”

….

huh?

”sorry, but i honestly don’t have any feedback,” you mumble, eyes trailing over the note again. ”i like it a lot. i didn’t know you wrote poetry!”

”… ah.”  yuuta stumbles for something to say. staring into your eyes, blankly. dumbly. ”t.. thank you! i’m glad you liked it.”

with a brief shake of your head, you smile, and something sickly sweet unfurls in his chest. ”not at all. thanks for letting me read it! i’m sorry i can’t really help you improve…”

mentally, yuuta falls to his knees. places his palms on the floor and dry heaves, clutching his heart. did you not get it? was he not clear enough? he wrote it with you in mind, so —

”maybe you could show it to professor nanami?” you suggest, unaware of the turmoil within the boy to your right. ”i'm sure he’ll be a great help! he can seem a bit intimidating, but he’s nice.”

”.. yeah,” yuuta smiles, weakly. ”i’ll do that. thanks again.”

for a moment, he isn’t even upset. because you flash him another bright smile, and suddenly, even the frustration of yet another setback doesn’t feel so awful.

(maybe it’s fine, he thinks. maybe this is enough; speaking to you, getting to see your smile up close. maybe he doesn’t need anything else, after all.)

”so?” maki questions, waiting for him outside of class with his other two friends. ”how’d it go?”

shoulders slumped, but still wearing a smile on his face, yuuta chuckles. it comes out sounding a little strangled. ”they… thought i wanted their feedback on my poetry.”

….

”what.”

panda attempt to stifle his laughter, but it doesn’t really work. inumaki elbows him gently, but yuuta sees his eyes crinkle, too. he breathes out a low chuckle. ”they liked the poem, at least. so i’m happy.”

a sigh falls from maki’s lips, and she waltzes over to him, a hand on her hip. the other reaches out for the note in his palm. ”let me see.”

quickly unfolding it, her eyes trail across the words on the pages, the flowery lines of writing —

and then she shoots him an unimpressed look.

”.. yuuta,” she pinches the bridge of her nose. ”what the hell is this? you didn’t even mention their number.”

panda leans over her shoulder, peeking at the text. eyes glancing over a couple lines, riddled with sugarsweet metaphors. ”uh, wow. you… really got into it, huh?”

a groan leaves yuuta’s lips, the sound muffled as he cradles his head in his hands. ”please don’t say anything else. i just wanna crawl into a hole and die…”

inumaki shakes his head, erratic, pointing at the poem with shining eyes. ”mentaiko!”

”ah, you liked it? thanks, inumaki…”

the boy in question smiles, shooting yuuta a thumbs up. he returns it with a small smile of his own.

surrounded by his friends, all he can do is bask in their warmth — and the memory of the smile you gave him.

plan a plan b

plan c

a groan fills the air, as yuuta slumps over the table. cheek pressed against the cold wood, absently kicking his legs, voice meek and defeated.

”this is never gonna work,” he mutters under his breath. eyes devoid of hope. ” i’m just not cut out for this, guys…”

”aw, c’mon….” panda reaches over to ruffle his hair, palm big and warm. ”don’t give up hope! you want to grow closer to them, don’t you?”

”i do, but…” he sighs. ”this isn’t going very well, is it…?”

inumaki frowns, sending yuuta a sympathetic glance.

”oh, quit moping already!” maki grumbles. ”we just need to keep brainstorming. isn’t it time for my plan, yet?”

”should we really even keep going…?” another sigh, heavy with fatigue. yuuta’s mind spins in circles, tiring him out. rendering him a bit cynical. ”i mean… maybe it’s fine if things stay this way.”

a moment passes. maki looks at him, emitting a soft scoff. ”what, so you’re just gonna keep pining for the rest of the term?”

”that’s the plan.”

”yuuta…” panda pouts, shoes bumping against his beneath the table. ”be more positive! just think about it; with every step you take, you get closer to confessing!”

yet another groan. this one is deep, riddled with exhaustion. muffled into the table. ”that’s the scariest part…”

before either of his friends can begin to persuade him otherwise, encourage him further, a sing-songy voice echoes throughout the air. loud, cheery — a little bit obnoxious.

”oh? did someone just say confess?”

at the same instant the sound reaches their ears, a chill runs down the youths’ spines. in tandem with each other, they raise their heads; gazes falling on a certain satoru gojo.

panda and maki are the first to act, speaking simultaneously as the white haired man inches closer. 

”— no.”

maki closes the notebook containing operation: get yuuta to confess, right before their professor can get close enough to see it. then she turns towards him, shooting him a cold look.

”your hearing’s getting bad,” she hums. ”maybe you should book a doctor’s appointment.”

a pout. gojo takes a seat right beside her, uncomfortably long legs bumping against every single other pair of shoes beneath the table.

”oh, c’mon. you know i heard you.” his hand reaches out to ruffle her hair, but she smacks it away. ”you’re starting to sound just like megumi, y’know that?”

maki grits her teeth. ”guess it’s a genetic thing,” she huffs. ”now can you leave? don’t you have papers to grade?”

”don’t you have papers to write?” gojo smirks, a teasing mirth in his eyes. hidden behind his sunglasses. maki ignores him. 

placing his palms on the table, he leans a little closer, lips curled up into a cheshire grin. foreboding. ”sooo… yuuta’s got himself a little crush, huh?” he teases. ”tell your favorite professor allll about it. maybe i can help!”

”professor geto is our favorite,” maki shoots back, instantaneous.

a soft huff. there’s something sour in gojo’s expression, now. ”that guy? really?”

before the two can argue further, yuuta takes the opportunity to to speak. smiling apologetically, polite and sweet. ”thanks, mr. gojo, but…”

”he doesn't need your help,” maki cuts in. so much for diffusing the tension. ”and do you really expect us to believe you get girls?”

”wha — rude!” gojo scoffs. ”for your information, i’m a natural charmer!”

… 

a moment passes. then another.

”… tough crowd,” he clicks his tongue, met only with four blank stares. ”but, really — let me help! i'm your professor, you know?”

and this time, yuuta thinks that gojo’s smile looks just a little more sincere. something kind and gentle in the way his lips curl up, like a father’s affection for their children. something that makes yuuta falter.

(maki might like mr. geto more — but when it comes to yuuta, his favorite professor is a no-brainer.)

so he speaks up, again. ”we can at least hear him out, right…?” maki shoots him an unimpressed look, but he doesn’t back down. ”we’re stuck, anyway…”

and just like that, gojo brightens. it’s obvious, in the way he sits up, more alert. in the way his grin grows wider. ”right? what you need is the perspective of someone more experienced.”

”have you even talked to a girl before?”

”i see him at ieiri’s office, sometimes.”

”salmon.”

”isn’t she a lesbian? that doesn’t count. i mean, like, in a romantic context.”

”i thought mr. gojo was gay, too?”

”what? no way. have you seen the way he’s dressed —?”

gojo clears his throat, voice loud and grating. demanding attention, cutting his eager students off. ”anyway,” he chirps. ”gather round, children! i’ll tell you exactly how to ask the person you like for their number.”

”wh —” yuuta blinks. ”how’d you…?”

”operation ’get yuuta to confess!’, step 1: ask for their number!” gojo repeats, grinning ear to ear. voice rich with amusement. ”i like the glitter. it’s a nice touch.”

maki huffs. looks like she didn’t close it fast enough.

begrudgingly, the youths quiet down, finally willing to hear their professor out. and gojo seems satisfied, at last, speaking in a hushed whisper; eerily serious all of a sudden. ”ok, so here’s what you do…”

everything goes silent. yuuta strains his ears, and gojo parts his lips. 

”— just ask them! easy, right?

….

”let’s go, yuuta.”

”mentaiko.”

”i heard they're serving those sandwiches you like at the cafeteria today! let's hurry before they run out.”

”ah — i was just kidding!” gojo laughs, as his students get up from their seats. ”i have an actual answer!”

maki grabs her bass, inumaki takes the notebook, and panda ushers yuuta away. they begin to walk down the hall, ignoring the pleas of the man behind them. pouting, as his shout echoes throughout the hallway. 

”kids! come back!”

plan a plan b plan c

plan d

”okay, so this is going absolutely nowhere.”

relishing in the shadow cast by the giant campus tree, the four friends sit on their usual table, sandwiches in hand. yuuta takes a bite of his, tentative. a little disheartened.

”really, guys… i appreciate it a lot, but maybe we should stop here.”

maki huffs. reaching across the table, she gently smacks him over the head with her can of sprite. ”no way. we still haven’t tried my plan.”

he leans back, a little further, a hesitant look in his eyes. the sun shines down, relentless, but the air smells like rain. in the distance he sees clouds, dark, approaching at a slow pace.

an omen, he thinks. a reason not to speak out.

rika always liked the rain. she liked the scent that came with it, the puddles she could jump in. she liked shaking the branches of tiny trees, just to see him jolt and squeak as the raindrops hit him.

the ring around his neck weighs heavy on his heart. the promise of it, the oath within the silver.

(when we grow up, let’s get married!)

”earth to yuuta!”

his eyes flutter open.

the sun shines down, embracing the contours of his face. painting his world yellow. from this angle, staring up at the tree, he can see it breaking through; between the gaps of the green leaves, the white blossoms. forcing its way into his line of vision.

a flicker of hope.

”do you want to hear the plan or not?” maki scoffs, crossing her arms and tapping at her elbow. impatient.

yuuta meets her gaze, finding it in him to muster up just a little more determination. ”yeah,” he breathes. ”i do.”

a smile blooms on her face. ”good. alright.”

panda and inumaki inch closer to the pair, careful not to knock over the cans of soda resting on the table. in a mess of limbs and tousled hair, they gather round.

this is it, yuuta thinks — the final plan. if it fails, he’ll just have to keep pining from afar. memorizing your smile, over and over, until you graduate and part ways. 

this is it.

maki parts her lips.

”— just ask them,” she says. ”straight out.”

silence. 

a moment passes. a soft, pleasant breeze flits by, caressing yuuta’s skin. his ring sways with the wind, gently. 

”… huh?!”

panda furrow his brows, leaning closer with his palms on his knees. ”i thought we agreed that was stupid!” inumaki huffs out a low affirmative noise, holding his sketchbook tightly to his chest. but maki only puffs out her chest.

yuuta tilts his head, with a soft furrow of his brows. ”didn’t you just cuss out mr. gojo for suggesting that…?”

”well, it’s dumb when he says it…” she mutters, under her breath. then her gaze turns firm. ”look — yuuta.”

when the two lock eyes, he notices a steadfast determination, glimmering in her irises. something almost burning.

”you aren’t going to get anywhere if you’re too cowardly to even look them in the eye,” she tells him, not allowing him to squirm away from the eye contact. ”you guys can come up with those convoluted plans all you want, but there’s no way you’ll grow closer if you can’t face them.”

tousling her hair, softly, maki lets out a sigh. there’s a kindness to it, distinct. he can tell she’s trying to be tactful. 

”if you really want to get to know them, then you have to be direct. and you have to believe in yourself. you’ve already resigned yourself to the fact that they’ll say no — but that’s just dumb.”

panda winces, under his breath, but doesn’t say anything. maybe this is exactly what yuuta needs to hear.

the boy in question listens, the eyes of his friend boring into his own. determined, confident, sincere — everything he isn’t. everything he wants to be.

”even if you don’t believe it, you’re a charming guy. we all think so,” she continues, matter-of-factly. angered affection overflowing in her voice.

”have some confidence, dammit!”

a moment passes. yuuta feels his lips part, ever so slightly. a little speechless.

panda and inumaki sit shoulder to shoulder, hands over their eyes, shielding themselves from the sight in front of them. comically, as if it’s too bright to look at directly. 

”this… overflowing tough love…!”

”salmon roe…!”

maki grins, all teeth, a little wolfish. but kind. ”the worst thing they can say is no, right? 

yuuta blinks. ”maki…” he mumbles, looking into her eyes, a certain sensation running through his chest. a kind of confidence. passed on from her to him — one friend to another. the most natural exchange in the world.

then he smiles. a little meek, somewhat awkward — but bright. ”yeah. yeah, you’re right!”

the lazy grin on her lips only deepens, as she gets up to her feet, dusting non-existent dirt off her jeans. reaching a hand out for yuuta to take. ”c’mon, loser. shape up. you’re gonna steal their heart, aren’t you?”

a moment passes.

yuuta takes her hand in his. ”i am,” he swallows down a gulp. willing his voice to sound even a little bit self-assured.

and she pulls him up, effortlessly, overflowing with a natural resilience. still grinning cheekily. encouraging him. ”you’re gonna go out there and do your best, right?”

”i — i am!”

another voice chimes in. ”you’re gonna finish my essay for me this week, right?”

”i am!”

…

”wait —”

maki hits panda over the head with a soft thwack. a wince leaves his lips, and inumaki giggles, quieting down when maki sends him a warning glance.

”don’t throw him off his game,” she huffs. then she turns to yuuta once more. ”let’s go find them. alright, loverboy?”

a smile blooms on his lips. grateful, to be surrounded by such sunny people. ones that make it a little easier to smile each day. ”right.”

— but before either of them can take a step forward, a warm voice spills into the open air.

”um, yuuta?”

the boy in question stops in his tracks. he feels his eyes widen, spinning on his heels, hair ruffled by the breeze — turning to look at the source of the sound. 

it’s you.

you, with your sunkissed smile, that inviting voice. that soothing, soothing presence. one that has his heartbeat picking up in speed, hands growing sweaty, throat running dry. one that makes him feel a little bit feverish. and you’re looking right at him, into his eyes.

”hey!” he sputters, blinking rapidly to convince himself that he isn’t hallucinating. but you just keep smiling, answering his awkward greeting without skipping a beat.

”hi! sorry, could i just… talk to you, for a second?” 

he blinks. the world stops spinning.

(you… want to talk….

to him?)

attempting to find the words, any words, he opens his mouth — but nothing comes out. not a single syllable, no vowels, not even a sound. nothing at all.

he can only stare, star-struck.

it’s not until his friends push him forward that he’s snapped out of it; they surround him, on all sides, wearing matching grins. teasing and excited.

”don’t worry, he’s all yours!”

”have fun, you two!”

”salmon!”

— then they’re off. 

yuuta tries to reach for their sleeves, in a weak attempt to keep them from leaving, but they’re gone before he can even blink. leaving him all alone, with someone he can’t talk to without experiencing intense symptoms of heart failure. 

he stumbles for something to say, again, but thankfully you beat him to it.

”sorry for interrupting you guys,” you say, voice set to a low tilt. apologetic. and his throat unclogs, a little.

”ah, no, it’s fine!” he smiles, maybe a little too giddy. wanting so badly to reassure you, to put you at ease. ”i’m happy to speak to you!”

…

(oh god oh no why did i say that —)

your smile widens, blooming like a flower in the sunlight. unfurling in front of his very eyes. ”me too!” you say, excitedly. ”i feel like you and i have been talking more, recently… it’s nice.”

eyes crinkling, you wringle your hands together, and look at him fondly. yuuta’s surprised he manages to keep his knees from buckling.

”i think so too!” he grins, ears pink and dimples showing. 

both of you smile. the breeze curls around your hair, illuminating the colour of your eyes. yuuta stops breathing, for a moment — just taking it all in.

”so — anyway…” you murmur, fiddling with the fabric of your pants. ”um… haha. sorry, i’m — a little nervous…”

yuuta blinks.

(he knows where this is going. all the signs are there, right in front of him; the flush of your cheeks, the nervous tapping of your fingers, the hesitance in your eyes. he’s read enough shoujo manga — he knows what this means.)

and he almost can’t believe it.

all he can do is keep smiling, hoping it’ll give you even a fraction of the peace that your smile brings him. ”don’t be,” he says, voice soothing. scratching the back of his head. ”whatever it is, i’ll — um. i’ll listen, so…”

he clears his throat. swallowing thickly.

”just — whenever you're ready.”

there’s no mistaking it. your ears are painted pink, and you’re gnawing at your bottom lip. fiddling with your fingers and avoiding his gaze, with a soft inhale, clear air filling your lungs. he wonders if your throat feels as dry as his, if your heart is beating even half as fast.

”um… okay, so…” you mumble, eyes unable to stay in one place for too long. a soft bout of laughter escapes you, and he can tell you’re trying to stave off your own nervosity; it sends a pang of ache running through his chest.

he wants to tell you that there’s no need to be nervous. that he’d listen to anything you have say, absolutely anything, no matter what it is.

he wants to tell you that he’d never let you down, that he’d have to be foolish to even think the thought.

he wants to tell you that he’ll hear you out. whenever, wherever. for as long as you need.

”do you, um…”

a gulp. your eyes find his, and there’s a soft kind of decisiveness in them. 

here it comes, he thinks. here it comes.

yuuta feels the heat on his cheeks, ears burning. and he hears the patter of his heartbeat, loud and heavy, echoing in his muddled mind like a mantra. but his chest feels light; fluttery, butterflies dancing around uncontrollably. 

clutching the ring around his neck, subconsciously, he looks you in the eye.

they’re bright, glimmering like little galaxies — or maybe more like summer skies. painted over with a warm hue, something nostalgic and sweet, so pretty it hurts. if he strains his eyes enough, he’s almost sure he can see the swirling of fluffy clouds in the depths of your irises.

a smile rests on your lips. it's almost overwhelmingly sweet, albeit a little shy, as you part your pretty lips. voice soaked in nervosity, tingly and shaky, and something he knows to be puppy love.

a shallow, dry intake of breath. yuuta braces himself.

here it comes. 

your voice spills out into the air, dripping with honey and magnolias. he thinks to himself that he’d like to hear the melodic lilt of it every single day; before going to bed, right after waking up. walking to campus together, heading back to the dorms when the sky gets dark.

just the sound alone would be enough.

subconsciously, he tugs on the strap of his backpack. thinking of the pencil inside it. his lucky charm, along with the ring around his neck — ordinary objects, both too precious for words.

(when we grow up, let’s get married!

you can keep it, if you want.)

here it comes, yuuta thinks.

a new beginning.

he strains his ears, and purses his lips, and watches your lips move as you finally ask —

”do you have maki’s number?”

(somewhere in the distance, from an inconspicuous bush, the muffled screams of three students and one professor resounds.)

[gutterfuuck]

⋆˚࿔ bathroom bitch — ! 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

so… mark x reader x rex… hear me out guys… (this is just a short drabble hehe…)

cw: mdni, smut, college au, bully!reader n bully!rex, mark is a loser… nerdy baby… subby… semi public sex(?) (in a bathroom/changing room type of deal), dubcon, reader and rex are fwp type situation, forced bi, f/m/m 3sum, usual sparkie content stuffs, lmk if i missed anything 2 tag!

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you loved to pick on him, loved to shove him in the lockers and push his books out of his hands and insult his interests… you loved to torment and degrade him and you especially loved it when your partner in crime, rex, would join in too.

“you’re doing this, you can write for three, right mark?” in relation to the project you were supposed to be doing

“c’mon, grayson. you don’t wanna be late for the lecture, right?” when you and rex held him up in the hallway on his way to his lecture because he wouldn’t hand over any spare money he might’ve had in his wallet.

it was a nightmare, he couldn’t escape either of you, couldn’t escape your taunts or teases, even while walking through the halls, even while he was trying to shower.

that was why he was in this predicament in the first place, standing as still as a statue as he peered around the corner from the changing room showers, watching as rex crashed his hips into yours… you had both thought that you were the only ones in there and neither of you could find your dorm keys so you decided to burn some time by indulging in each other,

“fuck, mommy,” rex groaned as he bucked his hips up into yours, splitting you open on his dick, his hair falling over his face as you had snapped the band earlier, when you were making out with him sloppily, “tight lil’ cunt’s weeping for me, look,” he cooed as you spasmed under him, your back against the coldness of the bench as rex held your hips in his hands, pistoning his cock in and out of your sloppy wet hole. you let out a soft whine, hands grabbing at his shoulders

mark couldn’t help the way his cock twitched from his place behind the wall, silently cursing himself for being stuck in such a situation, his two bullies fucking less than ten feet away from him… he quietly wrapped a towel around his waist, listening to the slapping sounds of thigh against thigh, quietly trying to make his way out of the shower, slowly, slowly…

bonk, bonkbonkbonk-

an empty bottle of shampoo rang. mark had accidentally moved his elbow and knocked it onto the floor, making his presence known

rex whipped his head around but his hips didn’t stop, fucking you against the bench as your pussy deliciously swallowed him up and clenched around his aching cock,

“if you don’t come out ‘n’ show yourself soon i’ll take my dick out of this little bitch-“ he pauses to gently slap your face with his palm and then stroke your cheek with his knuckles to which you smiled, leaning into his touch, “and beat your ass black and blue.” he finished and you tilted your head, but you had heard the bottle dropping too and it wasn’t like your college’s changing room was haunted.

mark feared making a sound, keeping his lips pursed as he glanced around at the showers as if a secret tunnel would open up and help him out, hoping that you and rex would just leave it,

rex continued to snap his hips into yours, his cock deliciously stretching you out, his pubes tickling your clit as he ground into you for every thrust, trying to coax an orgasm out of you. neither of you cared about being found or caught, you both had no shame it seemed.

“o-oh, rex…! r-rex, i’m gonna..-!”

you moaned as you wrapped your legs around his waist, fingernails clawing at his back as he continued to thrust into you like you were a toy,

“yeah baby, cum on it… cum on my cock, yeah? gonna give the lil’ pervert a show?”

he spoke as you groaned at his words, referring to the way mark was just around the corner, watching you both. he was painfully hard, straining against his towel as he sweated, drawing closer and closer to his identity being found out and he had no escape routes.

your eyes rolled up into your skull as rex bought you to an almost earth shattering orgasm, your legs twitching as you held onto him as tight as you could manage, a loud whine leaving your lips as you bit your lip, muffling some of your sounds

rex wasn’t far behind, his fat cockhead bullying your poor cervix as he keeps a steady pace, plap, plap, plap, plap…

“gonna fill this p-pretty pussy an’ go see who’s tryna hide from us, princess.”

rex stuttered as he breathlessly managed to get his words out, muffling his sounds in the crook of your neck, huffing against it as your cunt continued to throb around him from your last orgasm. mark wanted to evaporate, he wanted nothing more than for the floor to open up and swallow him whole.

rex let out a strangled groan as he spilled himself inside of you, hips stuttering with a whine of, “mm, that’s fucking good mommy…” as he pulled out of you, letting his softening cock slip out from your messy hole.

“get the fuck out here, now.”

rex barked as he kept his focus on the shower wall, “or d’you want me to drag you out and pummel you, huh?” he yelled again, stepping up to head towards the shower.

you could hardly believe your eyes as rex eventually dragged mark out by his hair, making him grunt as rex pulled him out from behind the shower wall. you grinned as you sat up, pussy leaning rex’s seed all over the bench, observing mark’s flushed face.

rex looks at you, his hand cemented in mark’s hair as he smiles a sly smile. mark can only stand there in rex’s grip, embarrassed and afraid of having his lights knocked out by his two bullies…

“what’re we gonna do with him, babe?” rex asks you, tugging at mark’s hair as mark stifles a sound of pain, the sudden grip on his sensitive scalp making him feel as if rex would tear his hair out any minute now, “what d’you think we should do with him…?” he grins and you have the perfect plan

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mark is on his knees as red stands in front of him. you’re crouching down next to mark, trying to hold back a giggle as he stares at you pathetically, almost as if he was asking you to save him from rex, from his incoming actions…

“see his cock?” you ask as you take your friend’s hardening dick into your hand, giving it a few pumps as it springs back to life again, “‘t’s got my cunt all over it… it was just in there,” you tease, your other hand travelling to the back of mark’s head as you move his head towards rex’s dick, his lips almost touching the tip

mark feels so weak, so vulnerable as he stared up at you and rex from his position on the floor. he can’t argue, can’t fight… he just has to sit there and take it and it doesn’t exactly bother him… he doesn’t exactly hate it. he’s already pussydrunk and he hadn’t even come face to face with your cunt yet, only your scent and rex’s mixing together on his dick. you push mark’s head further and his lips are flush against rex’s leaking tip. mark looks worried, eyes widening as he feels rex smear pre all over his face.

rex finds his hand in mark’s hair, pulling him closer to his tip, his other hand tapping at his cheek to signal to him to open his mouth. mark glances over at you, you seemed like the nicer and more reasonable one in all of this, though all you did was pinch his chin between your thumb and finger, pulling his mouth open more,

“now taste my pussy on his dick… lick it clean, thaaats it…” you spoke as mark stuck his tongue out, licking your drying slick from rex’s cock, closing his eyes so he couldn’t see the way rex sneered down at him while he took his tip into his mouth,

“little fuckin’ nerd, watching us fuck… didn’t take you for the type to be a peeping tom,” rex spoke with a chuckle, pushing his head down onto his entire dick as mark gagged around the length with the unexpected intrusion, rex hissing as he forced himself all the way down until mark’s nose was pressed up against his pubes

mark let out a heavy breath as he choked as rex’s cock pulled out of his mouth, covered in his saliva. he clung onto rex’s thighs, looking up at you to see if you held any sympathy for him as rex continued his rough throat training, making mark gag and force tears out of his eyes,

“how does that taste, hm? how’s your bully’s pussy taste on thick bully cock, hm?” you asked as you placed a hand on top of rex’s, the same hand that held the back of mark’s head and you both moved your hand in time, a steady pace as you pushed his head up and down on your best friend’s cock, watching as mark struggled and trembled, ‘ghck, ghck, ghck, ghck—‘s coming from him as his glasses went wonky on his face, tears streamed down his cheeks and drool gathered at the corner of his lips, his chin wet and sloppy as it slapped against rex’s balls, collecting his saliva along the shaft…

this was too erotic, way too erotic…

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this was so short sorry hehe… just an idea i had to get out there, i thought about it last night but was very far too sleepy to write!! i will be getting to requests and asks soon!

[sweetiesicheng]

woozi - old friends

word count : 1,099

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a simple gathering of college friends. all of you haven't seen each other in months, some of them you haven't seen since you graduated.

you've always kept to yourself in college, only being pulled into shenanigans by almost everyone else. till this day, you usually keep to yourself at work and everyday life. but being back with everyone makes you remember the fun times.

you hear a door open, "hello! we're here!" you hear seungkwan’s familiar voice announce.

"loud as ever," dokyeom comments while putting his drink down on the table.

"you're no better," one of the girls replies, causing everyone to laugh.

seungkwan walks in with two guys following behind him. "remember these two?" he asks as he walks into the living room.

"joshua, you flew in?" jeonghan asks.

joshua shrugs, "i'm making a trip out of this," he mentions with a smile and places two packs of beer onto the table. "nice to see you guys," he greets everyone.

"woozi's here? when was the last time he was with us?" one of the guys asks.

"seungkwan, how much did you bribe woozi to get him to leave his studio?" one of the girls asks.

"hey, he didn’t bribe me. i leave sometimes," woozi replies and notices you, "hi."

you smile, "hey."

everyone greets the newcomers and they settle into their places in the living room. more food is ordered and everyone has a great time reminiscing with each other.

—

"y/n!" one of your friends calls your name, "what happened to that guy you were talking to? you know, the one with the insane motorcycle?"

you shrug you shoulders, "it didn't go anywhere after awhile."

"aw, come on. y/n, you're literally so pretty. we need to get you a man!" another girl says as she stands up. "i'm grabbing drinks and snacks," she announces before walking into the kitchen.

"i'll come with you," you say and stand up, following your friend into the kitchen. your friend starts opening cabinets, looking for snacks to bring out to everyone. "did you guys really have to mention my love life?" you whisper while grabbing a beer from the fridge.

"don't worry so much. everyone's drinking, and if some of their habits are still the same, they won't remember by tomorrow," your friend replies. she opens another cabinet, "yes! okay, let's go," she says as she grabs two bags of snacks.

"i'll go back in a second," you say to her and take a sip of your beer.

your friend hums in response and leaves the kitchen. you start to clean the kitchen a little bit to help your friend who lives in the apartment. empty cans and bottles are covering the dinner table and counters. once you're done, you lean against a counter and drink some more beer.

"you okay?"

you see woozi walk into the kitchen with an empty soda can. he throws it away and opens the fridge to get a can of soda.

"yea, i'm good," you reply.

woozi nods and opens the soda can, taking a sip right after. "how have you been?" he asks you.

"normal, i guess," you reply with an awkward chuckle. "you?"

"the same. just working," he answers you.

out of everyone, you've known him the longest. you two met in a freshman seminar class, and it turned out he was in the wrong class. makes sense, what was a music major doing in a linguistics lecture? the two of you became friends and met the others along the way.

"still doing the music stuff, huh?" you ask.

he smiles, "yea. it's a lot of work, that's why i don't meet up with them often."

"seungkwan does mention how you're always in your little cave," you reply, both of you chuckling after.

"like i said earlier, i do leave...just not often," he says to you.

—

you eventually rejoin the group, where your friends are still reminiscing over a bunch of things. with more alcohol involved, some people start to get emotional. you had stopped drinking since you needed to make sure you could still drive later.

"y/n!" one of your friends latches onto you. "you're so lovely and pretty. i'm so glad people like you exist in this world," she says to you while reaching over to hug you.

"she's drunk," you say to everyone.

"oh lord. i should take her home," her boyfriend sighs before standing up from the floor.

"i'm not going home! i'm staying with y/n!" your friend whines while hugging you. you pat her back to soothe her.

her boyfriend sighs, "y/n, why does this always happen?" he questions. your friend has a tendency to not want to let go of people, resulting in whoever it is to have to go home with her and her boyfriend to get her to sleep.

"it's amazing. she won't attach to her own boyfriend," seungkwan observes.

"yea, at this point, i should be dating her," you say and stand up with your friend attached to you. "come on, time to go home."

"need help?" woozi asks. "i can drive your car over to their place," he offers to you.

"yea, that'd be great. i don't want to uber back," you reply.

—

"alright, time to get you to bed," you say as you help your friend into her apartment.

"y/n, i love you~"

"hey, what about me?" her boyfriend pouts while opening the door to the bedroom. "i got her," he says and brings her into the room. you watch him bring her to the bed.

"is she okay?" you turn around and see woozi standing by the front door.

"she'll be fine," you reply. "hey, we're gonna go. see you guys soon," you say to your friend.

"yea, see you guys. get home safe," he says to you.

—

after bringing your friend back, you drive woozi to his apartment.

"this is it, right?" you ask, parked in front of his apartment building.

woozi smiles, "yea." he opens the door and gets out, but he doesn't close the door right away. "y/n,” he calls your name.

"hm?"

"it was really nice to see you again," he admits to you. "i'm really happy."

you smile at him, "i'm glad i got to see you again too, woozi."

"text me," he says before closing the door. you watch him wave and walk into his apartment building, making sure he went in safely.

before driving off, you take your phone and send him a text with a simple smiley face. a few seconds later, you get one back.

[shaunamilfman]

illicit affairs

Summary: "You weren't sure how Jackie Taylor and Shauna Shipman had both decided to cheat on each other with you, but you certainly weren't complaining. Though, the guilt was starting to eat you alive."

A/N: Jackieshauna x reader if it wasn't clear. ended up being pretty long. enjoy!

You cough loudly as you pass the bottle to Nat. "Where the fuck did you guys get this from? Tastes like I'm drinking fucking acetone." You manage to say through wheezes. Nat shrugs as she looks over at Kevyn. 

"I gave the guy 10 bucks, this is what he got us." He says as he holds his hands out placatingly. You groan as you lean back against the tree and close your eyes. 

"You're the one who wanted to pregame the party anyways, Y/N." Nat says amusedly, grinning crookedly at you. You open your eyes and give her a mostly feigned glare. 

"I didn't say I wanted to pregame it," You say. "I just said that the last thing I wanted to do on a Friday night is deal with some of those girls sober." Nat laughs as she hands the bottle back to you. You take another long drink. 

"Same thing, isn't it?" She asks. You grin back at her. 

When you can hear the faint sounds of the party in the distance the three of you unsteadily set off towards it. You lean heavily against Nat, a little drunker than you planned on getting this early in the night. She leans back against you without complaint but shoots you a concerned look when you reach the party after Kevyn walks further off. 

"What?" You ask. 

"Drink some water, maybe?" She says. You laugh and shake your head. 

"I'm not that drunk, Natty." You tease, making her roll her eyes good naturedly. "It's all good, don't worry."

She hums in acknowledgement. "If you say so." She says. You guys talk aimlessly for a long while before you notice Jackie making her way over to you. 

You elbow Nat in her side mid-rant. "Captain incoming." You mutter. She looks over at Jackie and lazily throws her hand up in a mocking salute. Jackie rolls her eyes but doesn't acknowledge it beyond that. 

"Hey," Jackie says softly, choosing to completely ignore Nat. Nat scoffs but abandons you to your fate as she walks off to find Kevyn. 

"Hey," You say, trying hard to seem more sober than you are. The last thing you need right now is a Jackie Taylor lecture. Now that you've graduated she may not technically hold any authority over you, but old fear dies hard. 

"I haven't seen you drink anything at the party," She says. You shake your head no. At least that's working in your favor. Besides, you didn't drink anything at the party. It's technically not even lying. 

"Good," She says simply. "I wanted to talk to you about something, but I didn't want you to be drunk for it." You smile wryly. That's you, definitely not drunk Y/N. You wonder what she wants to talk to you about, but it gets a little blurry after that. 

… 

It was not 'all good': Apparently you're more of a lightweight than you thought. You wake up the next morning with no memory of the night before, but by the extra body in your bed you knew it must have been fucking awesome. 

"Hey," You hear a voice say softly. You roll over to see who you went home with when you're paralyzed by shock. That's Jackie Taylor. You're in Jackie Taylor's house in Jackie Taylor's bed with the unmistakable sound of Shauna Shipman's voice coming from Jackie Taylor's kitchen. 

Fuck. You think deliriously. 

"Hey." You mutter blearily, rubbing at your eyes. You can totally play it cool, even if you're dying inside. She grins at you and leans forward to press a gentle kiss against your lips before getting out of bed. 

"I'm gonna go meet Shauna but you can totally take a shower or whatever if you want. She knew you were sleeping over so she brought you breakfast too." She says happily, bouncing a bit on the balls of her feet. You nod and eye her wearily as she leaves. Now that's just cold. You think.

You take a long hot shower hoping the steam will make you feel like a better person. This feeling is only exacerbated when Jackie knocks on the door to let you know that she left you some clothes lying out to change into, as judging by the flannel it's definitely Shauna's. 

You stand in the doorway of the kitchen and watch Jackie sitting sideways across Shauna's lap as they whisper and giggle to each other. You clear your throat quietly and they both turn to face you as you hesitantly walk into the kitchen. 

Jackie stands up and excitedly pulls the chair out across from Shauna. As she walks over to the fridge, you and Shauna make awkward eye contact. At least, it was awkward on your part. Shauna seems to be eyeing you with a surprising amount of hunger. Her gaze lingering on the way her flannel has partially slid down your shoulder. You laugh nervously and look around for Jackie. 

You finally manage to choke down your breakfast and nearly manage to excuse yourself out the door when Jackie stops you with a gentle hand on your arm. "We're still good about last night, aren't we?" She asks softly, looking a little lost. "You're not having second thoughts?"

You shake your head, quick to reassure her. The things you would do to keep this woman from looking sad. You're starting to reach a much deeper understanding with Shauna.  She grins widely at you and you smile back reflexively. "See you soon then? I'll text you later." She promises. 

You eye her curiously. "You have my number?" You ask. 

"I still have everyone's number." She says. "Captain privileges."

"Seems like you're abusing your old privileges, Captain." You tease. She worries her lip between her teeth and is about to respond when Shauna slips past her out the door.

"All ready to drive you home, Y/N." She interrupts. You can't hide the surprised look on your face. 

"It's alright Shauna, I only live two streets over." You say. 

She shakes her head. "It's fine." She says, "I promised my mom I'd pick her up something from the store anyways." You nod slowly and wave at Jackie as you slip in the passenger seat. You watch the two of them kiss goodbye and try not to squirm guiltily. 

After a two minute drive in complete silence you point to your driveway. She pulls in next to your car and turns to look at you seriously. "Are your parents home?" She asks. 

"No. They travel a lot for work." You say. She nods distractedly as she unbuckles her seatbelt. You're about to ask if she was planning on coming inside when she suddenly lunges forward and kisses you. You're frozen with shock for a long moment before eagerly reciprocating. 

You can feel the way she smiles against your lips as she pulls back. You open your eyes just in time to watch her climb over the center console to straddle your lap. You reflexively place your hands on her hips to steady her and she gives you an amused, but ultimately fond look for it. "Hey," She says breathily. You can't help but watch her in awe. She reaches her hands out to grip both sides of your open flannel. "You look really hot in my clothes." She says. 

"You look really hot in your clothes, too." You offer, trying not to seem so love drunk on someone you just kissed for the first time. She laughs softly and pulls you forward into another bruising kiss. You're lost in the feeling of her mouth moving against yours. 

You can't help but moan when she ruts down against your lap, which she eagerly uses to deepen the kiss. She's fighting hard for dominance that you're more than willing to let her have. You flex your fingers against her waist, shifting your hands to slip your thumbs into her belt loops to encourage her to keep moving. 

She pulls away from you all too soon in order to catch her breath. You were feeling pretty light headed yourself, but you figured there were much worse ways to go. You look up at her watching the way her chest moves as she pants for breath, the way her lips are plump and swollen. You marvel at the fact that you could do that to Shauna Shipman. 

You lean forward eagerly, unable to resist your desperate need to kiss her senseless only to be stopped in your tracks by your seat belt locking against you. You raise a hand to tug at it but it doesn't give. Shauna laughs at your expense and shifts in your lap so that you can't reach the buckle.  You run your hands up and down the sides of her thighs, savoring the feel of her against you. If you can't kiss her you'll take what you can get. You pout exaggeratedly up at her and she shakes her head softly, her lips quirking at the edges as she tries not to smile. 

She stays just frustratingly out of reach, seemingly very happy to tease you. She reaches a hand up and slips her fingers underneath the seat belt and tests the give. "I think I like you more like this," She says quietly, as if for your ears only. "All tied up."

You try to muffle the reaction her words cause, but judging by the knowing look on her face you didn't do a great job of it. You give in. "Please." You whine. "Please kiss me again, Shauna?" You can tell by the way she rocks against you that she really likes that. 

You never claimed to have any dignity. "I'll do anything." You plead, readily willing to use her enjoyment against her. "Please don't leave me like this, Shauna." You draw her name out in a whine and that seems to be what finally gets her. She reaches forward to grab at the handle and sends your seat flying backwards. 

You gasp sharply as she bites down hard against your neck, your hand flying up to pull roughly against her hair in warning. "Sorry," She lies, breathing heavily. "Been wanting to do that all morning." She traces her finger gently across the mark on your neck, looking smugger than you'd previously thought her capable of.

"Make it up to you." She promises as she leans down to start sucking an accompanying mark on the other side of your neck. 

"You'd better." You murmur pointlessly, closing your eyes and tilting your head back to give her more room. 

… 

You're just stepping out of the shower about a week later when you hear the quiet buzz of your phone. You shift your towel to hold it with one hand as you unlock your phone on the way back to your room.

Shauna

Hey.

hey

Do you want to do something later?

Just us, I mean? 

You glance down at the message with barely hidden surprise. Is she asking you on a date? 

sure. wanna see a movie? 

If you want too. I mostly just wanted to see you, really. Can I come pick you up now? 

i have a car shauna

I want to drive us, please? 

nice to have u begging for once but sure 

give me like 20 b4 you come over though

just got out of the shower

You watch as three dots appear, disappear, appear, and disappear again. You grin down at your phone. Clearly she didn't know how to respond to that one. You shake your head amusedly and move to get dressed. 

You're bouncing your legs excitedly in the living room as you wait for Shauna to pull down the driveway. Sure, maybe you were a little more attached to her than you should be as the other woman; Who could blame you though, when it came to either of them. You knew this whole situation was going to blow up in your face, but you've decided you're going to enjoy the ride. 

You wait for a tense 30 seconds after Shauna knocks to go and open the door. No need to let her know how excited you are, after all. "Hey," She says quietly, taking a quick glance at you. She looks just as excited as you are, anxiously fiddling with the cuff of her flannel. 

You grin at her. "You look nice," You offer, hands reaching up to refold the collar of her flannel. 

"You too," She says and she watches your hand intensely, almost a little unsure. You gently pull her forward by her flannel and press a soft kiss against her lips. You let go and smooth the edges back down. She looks just a little surprised but she can't hide the way it made her blush. She gestures to her car and you follow. 

As she slips in the driver's seat you make a show of wearily eyeing her from the passengers seat. She sends you a confused look before her eyes widen in realization. She scoffs playfully and rolls her eyes. "Won't jump you this time, scouts honor." She promises wryly. 

"I don't believe that," You tease. 

"Don't think I can control myself?" She asks amusedly. 

"Don't believe you were ever a girl scout." You reply. She hums in acknowledgment, shrugging at you. "Doesn't matter anyways. Not wearing my sexy underwear this time, so you'll have to keep it to yourself." You say. 

She laughs boisterously as she turns back to you. "You weren't wearing sexy underwear last time either." She says. 

You gasp and dramatically turn to face the window, arms crossing on your chest. "So now my underwear's ugly? I'll have you know that I borrowed those clothes from Jackie, so…" You trail off. 

Shauna, as if suddenly sensing the hole she's dug herself into, says nervously, "It's not that they were ugly it's just tha-" She glances over midway through her sentence and scoffs as she sees the reflection of your smile in the window.

"Eyes on the road, Shauna." You remind teasingly. 

"Bitch." She murmurs fondly.

The both of you come stumbling out of the theater leaning against each other and drunk with giddiness. "Oh my god," You wheeze, desperately trying to catch your breath. She nods against your shoulder, shaking with silent laughter. 

"I can't believe he just punched his head off." You say, losing the battle against laughing again. She murmurs her agreement as she looks at you as if you put the stars in the sky. You finally manage to stop laughing as you wonder whether she looks at Jackie like that too.

 She watches the change of your expression curiously, but decides not to call you out on it. She offers her arm out gallantly and you wrap your arm around it readily, letting her lead you back to the car. 

You're about to make a comment involving chivalry when you see her. Nat watches you with an unreadable expression from her position sitting on a curb. She pulls the cigarette from her mouth, exhaling a cloud of smoke as she waves it slightly in greeting.

You fidget nervously with the sleeve of Shauna's flannel, the one she took off and told you to wear the second you even looked cold in the theater. You can imagine how this looks, especially with the two of you practically tripping over each other. You don't know what to say. What could you even say? You wave back slowly and look away, trying desperately to hide your shame. 

… 

You and Nat spent the entire car ride in silence which made the sound of the engine turning off practically deafening. You mechanically get out of the car and unlock the store, Nat trailing quietly after you. 

You and Nat had always chosen to get summer jobs at the same place, given the ease of picking and dropping Nat off for work if you were going to the same place. You didn't want her walking all the way there every time, and she was too prideful to accept your rides otherwise. 

"You're going to get hurt, Y/N." She says seriously. You jump in shock, not expecting her to break her vow of silence so soon. 

"You're not going to lecture me about being the other woman twice?" You ask quietly, wanting to change the subject. She raises an eyebrow.  "I'm fucking both of them," You confess. Her mouth drops open in shock, before she manages to catch herself. 

She laughs wryly. "I don't care if you want to fuck someone's girlfriend, Y/N. I care because you looked like you really liked her." She says. You glance down silently, unable to disagree and unsure what to say otherwise. 

"Y/N," She says seriously, a hard expression adorning her face. "She won't pick you over Jackie, and Jackie won't pick you over Shauna."

You laugh bitterly, scrubbing at a table roughly. "You think I don't know that, Natty?" You say softly, voice catching at the end. She looks up from her own table and softens the second she catches your teary eyed expression. 

"Hey," She says, tinged with awkwardness. She walks over and pulls you into a hug, gripping you tightly. "It's alright. I'm sorry. I should have minded my business."

You shake your head against her shoulder. "You're my best friend, Natalie." You say wetly. "It's your job to be in my business, don't you forget that." She laughs quietly into your hair, pulling you tighter against her. 

You're interrupted by the soft sound of someone clearing their throat. You try to rub the tears away before you turn to face the customer. Jackie watches the two of you with an obvious expression of jealousy, which turns suspicious the second she catches a look at your face. "What did you say to Y/N?" She asks, looking accusingly at Nat. 

Nat scoffs and holds her hands up placatingly. She sends you a meaningful glance before walking off behind the counter. "Hey," You say quietly. 

"What did she say to you?" Jackie repeats insistently. You shake your head softly with a laugh. 

"Nothing. She didn't say anything, it's just…" You trail off, trying to think of a good excuse. 

"It's just?" She prompts. 

"Started thinking about how it's going to be our last real summer here. Sure, Nats gonna be my roommate next year, but it just won't be the same." You lie. It wasn't fully a lie, but you felt guilty nonetheless. You've gotten a lot of practice lying recently. 

"Nat's going to Rutgers?" She asks, sounding surprised. You nod. 

"Seems being on a National winning soccer team does a lot to make up for bad attendance." You confirm. 

She nods. "Buzz, buzz, buzz." She says seriously, making you burst out laughing. She pouts at you, but the corners of her lips turn up nonetheless. 

You absently pull at the collar of your shirt, suddenly thankful for the uniform's high collar. If she got that jealous over you hugging Nat you think the sight of your neck might kill her. She follows the motion curiously but doesn't comment on it. 

"What are you doing here, anyways?" You ask curiously, glancing around pointedly. She pauses to think of an explanation as a blush begins to bloom on her face. You can't help but smirk. "Did you come all this way to see me, Jackie?" 

"No," She pauses. "I came here to get a sandwich."

"There are certainly closer places to buy sandwiches," You said. You had, after all, picked a location closer to Nat's trailer on purpose. You hesitate for a moment, deep in thought. "Actually, how did you get here?" 

She smiles, relieved for the change in conversation. "Shauna drove me, duh." She says obviously. You tense at the thought. Did Shauna know she was driving her girlfriend out to cheat on her? 

No, definitely not. You and Shauna would be having a much different conversation if she thought you were fucking her girlfriend. You try to shake the thought off, but you can't kick the guilt. 

"What can I get you then?" You ask in your very best customer service voice. She tilts her head to the side in an expression of confusion. "Your sandwich," You remind her. 

"Oh," She mutters softly. She looks up at the menu unsurely for a few long minutes. "Surprise me?" She suggests awkwardly. You shrug and head behind the counter. 

Loser. You mouth at her. She pouts but watches interestedly as you make her sandwich. "Here or to-go?" You ask. 

She pouts up at you. "Can't you come sit with me?" She asks. You hated when she used the puppy dog eyes on you. You look helplessly over at Nat who rolls her eyes and gestures out toward the table. You hand Jackie her sandwich and spring forward to press a wet kiss against Nat's cheek, snickering at her expressions of disgust. 

You join Jackie at her table. She holds her sandwich up to you expectantly. You glance at it and then back to her. "You didn't make it with love," She teases. You roll your eyes. 

"That would be a healthcode violation," You point out. She gestures back to the sandwich. You sigh and lean forward to press a gentle kiss to her sandwich. "Is it edible now?" She nods happily and starts eating it. 

You sit and quietly talk with her until she finishes her sandwich, and she joins you by the counter until Shauna comes back to pick her up. You watch her leave and exhale loudly in disappointment. Nat snickers at you but doesn't otherwise acknowledge it.

...

You're just on the edge of sleep, but just as your eyes start to slip closed you hear a clang as something hits your window. You watch it carefully and see what looks to be a rock hitting your window. You grab your phone to call 911 when it starts going off on its own. 

You look down to see that Jackie's calling you. Surely, she wouldn't… You sigh. Jackie's dramatic ass would do something like that. You answer the call as you sneak a look outside. Sure enough, there's Jackie Taylor outside throwing rocks at your window. "Hey," She says over the phone, waving at you from outside. 

"I wasn't actually sure if you could hear the rocks." She says, smile tinged with just a hint of bashfulness. She's so gorgeous. You think mindlessly. You wave back at her, unable to resist her charm. "Let me in?" She asks. 

"Course." You murmur sleepily and hang up the phone. You walk downstairs while trying to rub the sleep out of your eyes. You open the door to Jackie looking pristine as ever. You can't help but feel a little self conscious in nothing but your big t-shirt and boxers, but you're quickly reassured by the quirk of her lips as she eyes you up and down. 

"Hey," She says shyly. You cross your arms and lean against the doorway as you give her a curious look. 

"Hey?" You ask playfully. 

"I bet you're wondering what I'm doing here, huh?" She says. You tilt your head questioningly to the side in response. "I missed you," She admits, smiling softly at you. 

You can't help but grin as you reach out to pull her into a tight hug, resting your head on her shoulder. You laugh quietly into her ear and say, "We've been texting literally all day, how could you have the chance to miss me?" You ask teasingly. 

"Just not the same, Y/N." She whines, inhaling deeply into your hair. You let go of her to gently pull her away from you, both hands resting on her shoulders. 

"Did you seriously just smell me?" You ask amusedly. She shrugs and keeps smiling unrepentantly. You laugh quietly. "Freak." You whisper affectionately, and slide your hand down her arm to grab her hand and pull her up towards your bedroom. 

"And yet," She says, flopping back happily on your bed. "It's worked perfectly on you."

You laugh as you climb on next to her and lay back far more gently. "Suppose I have a thing for freaks." You admit playfully. She rolls on her side to look over at you with a pleased expression. 

"You'd better." She says simply. God, she's so weird. You think. She leans in to kiss you when she suddenly stops in her tracks. She lays a hand down on your chest to push you flat on your back as she shifts up to straddle you. You don't even get a chance to ask what's wrong before she starts pulling at the neckline of your shirt to expose the marks on your neck. 

She stares at the lingering teeth marks Shauna had left on your neck a few days ago, hidden in the stacks of the bookstore she'd drug you to. She runs her fingers over it with an unreadable expression, feeling curiously at the edges. You watch her carefully, not really sure what to say. She puts her hand up to your chin and cups it gently, the tip of her thumb just barely reaching your mouth. You press an affectionate kiss against her thumb and her expression softens, settling back to her normal Jackie Taylor brand of exuberance. 

"I didn't think I'd find that so hot," She murmurs distractedly, shifting her focus to looking at the other side of your neck. She grins at what she finds, a pleased expression growing slowly on her face. "Missed a spot," She says happily, leaning over and biting down. 

Your body jerks harshly in surprise at the action but she presses her hand back down against your chest to still you as she keeps nipping and sucking at your neck. You can tell that she didn't bite you nearly as hard as Shauna did, but damn if it still didn't hurt. 

You reach a hand up to wrap in Jackie's hair, gently tugging it to get her away from you. She makes a whiny complaint but follows the motion dutifully. You scoff as you get a look at the needlessly smug expression adorning her face. You let go of her hair to rest your hands on her hips, fingers flexing warningly as she glances back at your neck. 

You decide to put a stop to that and flip the both of you over. Jackie makes a pleased noise at the motion, staring up at you with her hair splaying out widely against the pillow. You grin, embarrassedly fond of the look. 

You lean down to claim her lips in a bruising kiss, which she eagerly reciprocates. Your mind blanks at the feeling of her lips against yours, which is why it takes you an embarrassedly long time to realize she's been tugging at your shirt trying to convince you to take it off for at least five minutes. 

You sit back on her hips and smirk down at her. "Show you mine," You offer. She rolls her eyes but takes her own shirt off. You watch her hungrily; not remembering the night you originally shared together made this feel like the first time. She makes an impatient gesture and you finally take your own shirt off. 

She makes a surprised noise as she looks up at you, eyes scanning greedily. You look down, a little confused. Oh. You think. You fidget with the strap of her bra uncomfortably. "I was going to sleep. It's a bit of a tits out kinda outfit." You defend with a shrug. She nods quickly but manages not to move her eyes away from you. 

You wonder if she looks at Shauna like this too. You feel an increasingly familiar pang of guilt and do your best to table the thought. She's looking at you like this now, that's all that matters. You toy with the clasp of her bra and slowly unhook it, pulling it up and off her shoulders in one fluid motion. 

"There," You say. "We're even now, no need to stare." She grins. 

"Always a reason to stare, Y/N". She murmurs. You start to roll your eyes at her but glance down to meet a distraction of your own. She giggles at your expense. 

"Shut up, Jackie." You mutter as you lean down to suck a mark into the curve of her breast. She releases a quiet gasping noise, fingers flexing as her nails dig into your shoulder. You can already tell she's going to wreck your back. You can't wait. 

… 

You groan happily as you stretch out fully on your bed as you wake up, hissing slightly as the motion pulls at the scratches on your back. Must've fucked me up good. You think aimlessly. Jackie makes a whiny noise at the movement, clearly not pleased to have been woken up. She rolls over in your arms to face you, smiling gently at you. 

She opens her mouth to speak when she catches sight of something over your shoulder and her eyes widen. "Shit." She says panickingly, throwing the covers off of the both of you to bolt to her clothes on the floor. You turn around curiously and catch sight of the alarm clock on your bedside table. Shit, you'd really slept the day away. You think, rushing to your closet to get dressed. 

You stumble out fully dressed and hurry to the bathroom to finish getting ready. "Hurry up!" She calls out impatiently. "We need to stop by my house so I can finish getting ready. I can't believe you're going to make us late."

"I'm making us late?" You say in disbelief. "You're the one who wanted another one."

"You gave it to me!" She accuses. 

"Next time I won't." You say, walking out of the bathroom and tugging her down the stairs after you. She argues that point all the way to the car, and you open the door for her still laughing at her hurried reassurance that she didn't mean it. 

You look down at your watch for the third time in 45 minutes and can't help but roll your eyes. She accused you of making the two of you late, seriously? You couldn't say you were all that upset about it though. You'd been contentedly watching Jackie getting ready for the better part of an hour. You'd gotten so lost in the motions of her makeup you almost didn't catch her question. 

"What?" You ask, startled. 

"I asked if you were ready?" She asks. You nod as you stand up. "You didn't brush your hair, though?" 

You grin at her as you raise a hand to brush down the flyaways before flashing her a thumbs up. She rolls her eyes. "Shauna does the same thing," She says fondly as she turns to find her purse. Your face falls but you quickly school your expression into neutrality by the time she turns around. 

Wait a second. "Is that my letterman?" You ask. "When did you even grab that?" She laughs, patting at your arm as she drags you out the door. 

You open the car door for her and watch her curiously. "Are you wearing my letterman to the party?" You wonder. She hums in acknowledgement. 

This is going to be a shit show. You think idly

… 

As you walk into the party you can't help but wonder if you're walking into your own funeral. When you look over to see Jackie still wearing your jacket you can almost hear the sound of the ambulance that's going to carry you away. You steel your nerves as Shauna looks over but to your utmost surprise she just smiled and waves at the both of you. 

In fact, her eyes seem to narrow on the marks that Jackie had left on your neck. You wave nervously at her and she acknowledges it with a nod, turning back to her conversation with Tai. You can see Nat send you a wide eyed look as she catches sight of Jackie. 

You start to walk over to her when Jackie's fist closes around your arm, stopping you in your tracks. "Leaving me so soon?" She asks sweetly, with just a hint of a threat. You almost break your neck in your hurry to shake your head no. She smiles sweetly at you, patting your arm affectionately. She drags you off to go talk to the other girls, managing to keep touching you the entire time. 

You're leaning up against the wall next to her as she talks to Mari; you're trying not to make it obvious that you're bored out of your mind. You're nearly crying tears of relief as you feel your phone vibrate in your pocket. You've gotten a message from Shauna. You angle your phone so that Jackie can't see the contents as you open the message.

Shauna

Come meet me upstairs.

can't. with jackie and mari rn

For me?

you know how jackie is 🤷

I do. What if I could make it worth your while, though?

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Your eyes go wide as you look at it. As you look at them. You glance upstairs wide-eyed and look over at Jackie. "I've got to go." You say. She shakes her head no and you nod in return. She sighs exaggeratedly as she lets go of your arm. 

"Go on. Everybody abandons poor Jackie." She says dramatically and squeezes your hand affectionately. 

You're almost to the stairs when you vaguely hear Mari say that "She'd never abandon her." You turn around just in time to catch the slightly sour expression on Jackie's face, and try to stifle your laughter as you bolt up the stairs. 

You find Shauna on the second door you try, taking in the sight of her as you try to erase what you saw in the first room you tried. You lock the door behind you as you hurry towards her and happily climb into her lap. 

"Hey," She says softly. You laugh quietly before glancing down at her bra-covered chest, catching the faint outline of her nipples. 

"Cold, are we?" You say with a grin. 

"Shut up," She murmurs shyly. 

"Shut up," You whine mockingly. "You send me half-naked pictures while I'm with Jackie and now you want to get shy on me?" 

She smiles smugly. "You liked it," She accuses. You nod and decide to kiss that smug little expression of hers away. You gently cup her face with your hand caressing your thumb absentmindedly against her cheek as you taste her. It's more gentle than you can honestly justify for a hookup, but you've gotten used to wanting things you can't have. 

You break away as she starts tugging insistently at the bottom of your shirt. You laugh breathlessly and tug at the neckline of your shirt, tossing it haphazardly off toward the floor. She lazily throws her arms around your shoulders to pull you closer, but suddenly changes direction with a curious look on her face. She runs her hands down your back slowly, feeling at the edges of the scratches Jackie left with her fingertips. You make a strangled noise at the sting of pain it causes, not entirely opposed to the feeling. 

She's quiet for a few long moments, watching you carefully as she continues to tease at just the edge of pain. "You topped her?" She asks. You startle slightly, not expecting her to acknowledge it. You wonder idly who exactly Shauna thinks 'her' is. You nod slowly. 

"You’ve never tried to top me." She says. You laugh, not sure where she's going with this. "Why not?" She asks hesitantly. You can't help but grin at her obvious annoyance at having to be even the slightest bit vulnerable. 

"Didn't really have the chance." You say, cupping her chin and forcing her to make eye contact with you. She fights against your grip as she tries to turn her head away. "Stop it," You murmur. She sighs as the fight goes out of her, leaving her to have to look at you as you speak. 

"Do you want me to?" You ask. She looks a little uncomfortable at the question and makes pointed glances at your lips to distract you from it. "Shauna." You say pointedly. 

"I've never… With Jackie before." She says slowly. You snicker. Obviously. She taps you gently on the arm in reproach, but she grins widely at the comment. She steels her face into a determined look as she nods to herself. "I’d like to try. If you want to." She spits out quickly, as if it pains her. 

You trace your thumb up her chin and to her lips, pressing gently against it. She parts her lips as you touch the pad of your thumb against her tongue. You watch her carefully for signs of discomfort, and finding none you smile at her. "Knew you could take directions, Shauna. You gonna let me take care of you?" You ask teasingly. 

She makes a shocked noise around your thumb, a little surprised by how much she likes it. She nods slowly. 

… 

You lay in bed later that night, having dropped Jackie back off at home, staring blankly at your ceiling. You lift your hand in front of your face and flex your fingers slowly. You can't even look at them without thinking about her: about the way her mouth felt around them, the way she felt around them. You know it must be your imagination, but you swear you can still hear the faint sounds of her gasps and quiet moans. 

You press your hands against your ears to drown it out, but you can't escape what you're only imagining. You exhale loudly, and roll over to face the wall. You've gotten in too deep with both of them. At first you could ignore the guilt, after all they had both decided to step out. Neither of them had the right to truly be mad at the other, right? 

The longer you spent with them the deeper you fell. All that's left is your desperate need to be a part of it. If you can't have them, at least they can have each other. This has to stop. You decide. You'll just make it stop. How hard can it be to avoid them for a few more weeks? You'll all be going to college soon. 

The answer was a lot harder than you'd think. You gently told Shauna the next time she texted that you were super busy with work and couldn't meet up, only for her to show up at your house later that night just to sleep. As you drift off to sleep in her arms you wonder how the hell you're going to get out of this one; When her arm reflexively tightens around you in her sleep you question if you really even want to. 

You make excuse after excuse whenever one of them texts you, and yet they're always so accommodating. The reassuring texts you get from Jackie after canceling your plans last minute due to 'car troubles' almost make you feel worse than the cheating did. It all comes to a head about a few days later with a loud knock on the door. 

You've been laying on the couch doomscrolling through TikTok for at least an hour, so you're happy for any distraction at this point. You peer through the peephole expecting a salesman only to be confronted by both Jackie and Shauna waiting outside your door. You're filled with an unimaginable amount of dread as you slowly open the door. 

"Hey," Jackie says with a slightly pinched expression. "Can we talk?" She asks, but Shauna pushes her way through the door before you can answer. 

"Great." Shauna says blankly with an annoyed expression on her face. She sits down on the couch, obviously fuming, and points expectantly to the seat across from her. "Sit."

"What Shauna means to say," Jackie says pointedly as she closes the door behind her. "Is would you please sit and talk to us?" Shauna rolls her eyes, clearly that isn't what she wants to say to you. You sit right on the edge of your seat, hands clenching the arms of your chair, ready to bolt at the slightest hint of danger. 

"Good," Jackie says, taking the seat next to Shauna. "Me and Shauna were talking earlier." She starts, looking unusually uncomfortable. 

"You lied to us." Shauna states simply. Jackie sends her a perturbed look but Shauna continues on, "You told me you were working, and you told Jackie you were out of town." 

You couldn't help but wince. In your defense, you really didn't think they'd communicate enough to put that together. You felt very comfortable with those lies when you told them. "Imagine our surprise," Shauna continues, "When we drove past and your car was outside."

You stare down at the floor, unsure of what you could possibly say or do in this situation. You were just so tired. Tired of sneaking around, tired of all the lying. "I'm sorry," You say robotically. "I'm just getting stressed with college coming up." Jackie sighs and Shauna scoffs in response. You continue to stare at your socks. 

You can hear shuffling and Jackie walks over and squats down next to the chair. "Hey. " She says softly as she holds one of your hands between hers. "Can you look at me?" You can't help but glance at Shauna who, while still undeniably upset, has seemed to soften since the conversation began. You finally meet Jackie's eyes to see the look of concern on her face. 

Your eyebrows furrow in confusion the longer you look at her. "I know that it must be a lot right now trying to find your place in our relationship, but if you need space you need to talk to us. You don't get to lie to us like that, Y/N." She says seriously. 

In our relationship? You think, flabbergasted. 

"We agreed it would be easier if we saw you separately, remember? But maybe we've been taking up too much of your time? It's probably really difficult balancing both of us, Nat, and your job. Huh?" Jackie asks. You nod slowly, not sure what's happening. Shauna sighs loudly and exasperatedly as she walks over and squats down next to Jackie. 

"Stop looking pathetic and sad. It's hard to be mad at you when you do that." Shauna teases, flashing you a wry grin. You laugh wetly, on the verge of tears. "Hey, hey. I said stop being sad." She says a little panicked. You shake your head trying to stifle the urge to cry. 

"Maybe we rushed it a bit when we talked at the party?" Shauna asks. 

At the party. You think slowly. You've got to be fucking kidding me. This whole time? 

"No. No. We didn't rush it." You say quickly, thinking fast to come up with a better excuse. 

"You're right. I've been having trouble balancing my time, and I didn't want you guys to think I was playing favorites or anything." You lie, more than willing to use an excuse so readily offered to you. "I'm really sorry that I lied to you guys. I should have just been honest from the start."

"You should've." Shauna says honestly. Jackie elbows her gently in the side. "What? Am I wrong? Tell me I'm wrong." You smile affectionately as they bicker like an old married couple. 

"Enough." Jackie says with a laugh, sharing a long look with Shauna. Shauna watches you carefully, notably suspicious, but ultimately seems willing to accept your lie. After confirming they're on the same page Jackie turns and smiles up at you. 

"How about," Jackie starts slowly. "We start hanging out together? The three of us. That way you'll have time for all of us." Shauna nods in agreement. Your smile splits your face in two as you nod eagerly. Shauna laughs mockingly at you, but squeezes your hand affectionately. 

… 

You stretch out across Shauna's couch contentedly, laying across Shauna and Jackie who sit at either end. Jackie makes an annoyed noise as she gently swats at your leg. "Careful," She chides, "You nearly kicked my phone out of my hand." 

You peek an eye open as Shauna's muffled laughter shakes your body. You feign a pout as you look up at her, your head laying in her lap. "I didn't come here to be attacked like this," You say in a whiny voice. Shauna snickers in amusement, but sets her phone down to slip a hand into your hair to massage gently at your scalp. 

Your eyes slide shut again as you move your head into her hand like a cat. Jackie sighs dramatically, as if particularly put out. "I'm still here guys," She reminds you, but you can hear the smile in her voice. You shift slightly and nudge at her arm with your foot. "Thanks, Y/N." She says dryly. Still, she grabs ahold of your ankle and starts stroking her thumb absentmindedly across the sliver of skin showing between your jeans and your socks in a gentle caress. 

You couldn't have dreamed of a better resolution to your problems than the one you'd got, even if you had some extremely rough passages along the way. It was even worth the embarrassing phone call you had made to Nat, who laughed hysterically for almost 20 minutes at your expense. Your lips quirk up at the thought. 

"What are you thinking about?" Shauna asks softly. You hum in amusement. 

"Always so nosy." You chide affectionately. "Thinking about you. How pretty my girlfriends are. The usual." Shauna makes a slightly choked noise in embarrassment, her fingers tightening reflexively in your hair. You make a pained noise and she quickly lets go with a few whispered apologies as she continues to gently play with your hair. You don't bother to open your eyes, knowing her well enough to imagine the pretty blush staining her face.

[backtoyuta]

NCT 127 college series- how you first meet

Pairing: Yuta x Reader

warnings: none

A fluffy 127 drabble where Yuta is a flirty sob. No smut but a tad suggestive- 1 in the where you meet 127 at college series

I will never get over college aus. They are my bread and butter.

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Yuta was one of those unlikely friendships that blossomed in potentially the most disastrous of settings. You hated group projects with a passion, there was always one that was super disorganised, and you felt the immense pressure of not being that person in question too. You remember vividly your tutor reading out the list of names- perking at the sound of your own and then flicking your eyes instinctively to Yuta when his was called promptly after.

You glanced away quickly when his aloof expression trained on you, his eyes observing but face unchanging. You scrambled for your belongings as soon as the lecture was over, one of your group-mates muttering about making a group chat with a sullen tone. It would be a little while until Yuta and yourself spoke, your only interaction being the insane sexual tension when it was just you two on the google slides at 1 in the morning.

"This seat free?" Chimed a voice from beside you, Yuta sank into the seat after you shook your head no and shoved some of your stationary aside on the table, the sound a little too awkward and loud for a library.

"I see you were pulling a late one last night," he continued playfully, his tongue pushed to the inside of his cheek as he opened his laptop- something he did a lot.

"I could say the same for you... How's the research going?" His eyes twinkled hearing your reply and his slender fingers typed rapidly. He showed you his research proudly, a substantial amount of work and organised neatly- thank God someone was pulling their weight.

"Let's see what you have" and he leaned closer to see your screen, causing a waft of his cologne to hit you subtly. You let him scroll through your slides, the corner of his mouth turning up at your intelligent use of jargon.

"Wow... Nice Y/N, very nice"

"Oh it gets even better."

"Oh?"

"yeah..." You pulled up your bibliography and sat back, his expression twisting and he let out an exaggerated groan, causing you to laugh and shush him simultaneously, all the while glancing around at anyone hearing your conversation.

"Cited sources, that's what gets you going?" You scoffed sarcastically, eyeing him up and down.

"Listen, my group last time had me in the trenches... I was the backbone of the whole thing." He jokingly shuddered and you laughed at his quip, the two of you settling down and continuing to work on your portions of the work. Your time working together was time you got to know each other beyond an acquaintance in your class. Being with Yuta was thrilling, mostly because he was the type of person you knew you would never have been friends with outside of these circumstances. He was a creative, opinionated, and had a torturous sense of humour- something he adored weaponizing and using to make you squirm.

He couldn't help but coo internally when he would spout an abundance of lies, and watch you intently as you went through the motions of nodding naively, process what he said and then playfully go to hit his chest lightly while he laughed and dodged you in satisfaction. You became accustomed to strolling over to the library to work together, sending him sly texts when you saw him pop up on google slides, and exchanging smiles when you caught him with his group of friends. Occasionally he liked to drag you over for a chat, sling an arm around your shoulder and keep you there until you could say your goodbyes and continue on to wherever you were going.

The tension only increased when you progressed to working at each other's dorms. It was hard to tell which was the lesser of two evils; all your friends in your flat were nosey and wanted all the details about the hot guy you brought round to study with, and Yuta lived in a stereotypical guy-dorm. Today, you opted for skilfully dodging the pizza boxes piled by the door and let yourself be led down the narrow corridor into Yuta's compact, but relatively tidy room.

Yuta settled on his bed with his back leaning against the wall, beckoning you to come and sit beside him while shimmying his laptop and books out of his bag. As soon as you were sat, the air became a little thicker, his form was incredibly warm against yours in the small room and his signature scent that always clung to him was much more potent in his space.

Yuta was always very frugal and complicit with physical contact; he had no issue with his friends resting, leaning, clinging on him, so you tried very hard to pay no mind when he pressed his side up to yours to place the laptop between you. You had to force your heartrate to slow and for your hands to stop shaking when he handed you a piece of paper, the tremor catching his attention- to his delight.

"Am I making you nervous?" His tone felt a little too serious, and his voice was a little lower than the clear tone he usually sang out.

"No." You replied, a little too quickly, and you caught the smirk gracing his features in the reflection of the laptop screen. "It's probably the coffee... I'm fine." You made a point of shoving a pillow behind your back and cracking on, Yuta's chuckle sounding in the mostly quiet room. He didn't budge an inch, his jeans still pressed up against your leg and the slightly bony part of his shoulder level with your head.

You were working efficiently, the sun had set a while ago so Yuta illuminated the room with a lamp, casting a warm glow. At some point you became quite lethargic, the warmth of the room and Yuta being so close was like a blanket, and the quietness that was interrupted minimally by the soothing sound of typing caused a fog in your brain. Your eyes continued to close against your will, and you had to force the yawns away while trying to subtly jerk your body awake.

"Why don't you just take a nap?" Yuta laughed lightly, watching your eyelids flutter. He couldn't suppress his giggle, his shoulder shaking causing your head to almost vibrate when he noticed you had typed a stream of full stops and commas in your writing; you must've left your fingers on the keys when you dozed off for the umpteenth time.

You only grumbled in response, determined to shake the tiredness off, but that was proving impossible. Ignoring your light whine of confusion, Yuta brushed his fingers over your thigh as he lifted your laptop off your lap, and lightly pushed your shoulder so you were resting horizontal with your head nestled in a pillow.

"I won't bother you." Yuta smiled, his eyes still trained on his work. He tugged your T-shirt down once in a gentle manner from where it had ridden up your back, and you almost flinched where his cool fingertips came into contact with your exposed skin. Your heart was fluttering at being casually manhandled, but you let out a quiet sigh of agreement when you settled into the mattress, your eyes closing automatically.

You woke disorientated, the light outside gone completely and the only parts visible was the illumination of street lights and buildings. Yuta was slouched in his desk chair, a book open in front of him but he was watching some kind of sports game in Japanese on his laptop on the lowest volume.

"What time is it?" You grumbled, still confused, dehydrated, too hot and tangled in blankets.

"Late. I'll walk you home... You want something to eat?" Yuta rolled his chair over to where you were sitting up, reaching out casually to move some of your hair that had become mussed back to their original position. The mention of food made you conscious of how hollow your stomach felt and you nodded sleepily, head bowed at how Yuta looked at your endearing form shyly.

You did get some food, and after Yuta helped you gather together your belongings that had scattered around the bed he held your jacket open for you to slip your arms in, flung your backpack over his shoulder and walked you out, making casual conversation on the way home.

The time eventually came to show your group presentation, and he smiled widely at you when you sighed out, relieved the whole thing was over and done with.

"You should come over tonight," he spoke seriously, those infamous dark eyes looking you up and down as he poked his tongue into the inside of his cheek

"The presentation is over Yuta, we can chill." You squirmed under his gaze, but made a point of throwing him a friendly smile as if to part ways, grabbed your bag and turned to exit.

Before you could turn fully, Yuta reacted quick and grasped your hoodie-clad wrist lightly, preventing your leave.

"Hm? I didn't mean to work." His tone was light hearted but his expression was almost sinister, his eyes glinted and mouth quirked into a smile… and he was still holding your sleeve. Letting the last of the class stragglers pass by behind you and out the door you felt your stomach flip in excitement and your knees shake. Yuta continued to stare you down, taking a sadistic enjoyment at you blush and fumble to try and formulate an answer.

The lecturer rushed out a goodbye and also disappeared out the door of the lecture theatre, leaving you entirely alone in the aisle nearest the exit; the rows and rows of seats looking vast and empty now it was just the two of you. You stepped back towards the wall to gain some distance, purely out of self preservation, but Yuta leaned up casually on the wall behind you. He wasn't a whole lot taller than you, but his dominance was omnipresent as he waited patiently for your answer.

“Yeah… sounds… good” the words catching in your throat slightly. He chuckled again, his dark expression mollifying into something more friendly. The air turned stiff as he acknowledged your answer, it was like he was completely aware of his effect on you and wanted to exploit it as much as was in his power.

"See, I do make you nervous." He smiled, once again amused at how you bore his torment. You shook your head slightly and dared to look at his dark eyes that glinted down at you. At this point you easily could've slipped away, he had let your wrist go, but the thrill of the moment was keeping your feet firmly planted. You wanted to prove he didn't turn you into the puddle he was so sure he did. Even if your from was melting under his gaze as we speak.

"You're delusional." You muttered, your face twisting into an expression of mirth as he breathed out a laugh through his nose, and he leant his upper body lower to be closer to your ear.

"Am I? So it doesn't bother you when I do this?" He feigned innocence despite one hand still placed on the wall to entrap you and the fingers of his other hand trailing up your clothed spine. He forced a leg between the two of yours, effectively parting them and leant so close to your ear that you could feel his cool, minty breath tickling your neck.

He muttered something in Japanese, his mother tongue spilling from his lips fluidly and sensually, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear caused your hair to stand on end. He trailed his hand up further behind you and toyed with your hair, and he punctuated his words with a snicker as your breath caught. Your body contradicted itself, trying to escape the ticklish feeling of his fingers on your back but also wanting to refrain from giving him a reaction at all. You were absolutely certain that whatever he murmured so wickedly in your ear was the most perverted thing he could muster, his teasing expression gave you that much, but you breathed a sharp breath and once again looked up bravely.

"Nope." You popped, deadpan, but still fighting the urge to shiver and shimmy away from his expert touch.

"No?" Leaning in again, he muttered more in a foreign language. His tone was practically purring as he bemused at your confused expression, and reached the hand that was walking up and down your spine to your head to move some hair off your face.

"What are you saying?" You questioned defeated, your tone a little whinier that what you would have liked but his sultry actions were making a potent mixture of heat and frustration pool in your stomach.

"Can I show you?" He offered, his eyes searching yours for an ounce of discomfort. You relaxed your body in his hold and once again a devilish smirk pulled at his features. He looked down intently at your lips as you nodded naively at his request, the syrupy feeling you had before morphing into something more needy and you squirmed slightly when he leaned down and kissed you.

You let him take the lead as he moulded his lips with yours, your hands pressed against the wall awkwardly as he overpowered you. Sensing your awkwardness, he slid his hand from your bicep, down your forearm and grasped your hand lightly to bring it up and place it on his shoulder, never removing his lips from yours. Using his prompt, your wound the hand he had manoeuvred towards the warmth of his neck and placed your other hand lightly on his chest, while he snaked his arms around you and kept you close; his hands working with pure experience and expertise.

The sound of students chatting down the hallway, right outside the door caused you to pull away and turn your head towards the noise. Yuta loosened his grip from your body but took your chin between his thumb and index finger to force you to face him again, and pressed a languid kiss to your swollen lips.

"We won't mind them." He spoke for the both of you, his dominance once again coming to the forefront.

"Are you always this bossy?" You complained jokingly, allowing him to kiss you once more. He pulled away and left some ticklish kisses on your jaw and neck, nothing that would leave a mark, only stopping to laugh at your comment and peer at your flushed face.

"Are you always this compliant?" He sassed back, the tone light hearted but the implication hung heavy between you.

You raised your eyebrow at his question and summoned some fire from your flustered form to quip back at him. "Wouldn't you like to know?" You wiggled with more defiance, signalling that the two of you should leave now and he followed your suit, detangling his arms from you and slinging his bag over his shoulder.

He didn't reply to your statement, only opened the door and held it for you over your head. You fell into step together as he walked you out of the lecture hall, a hand deftly reaching down to clasp yours and continue to walk like that. His domineering presence kept you wary and excited, as you followed him back to his dorm you could only wonder where the events of the day would take you.

[alwaysmoncheri]

𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐒

pairings ❧ steve harrington x reader

summary ❧ nancy, jonthan, and (y/n) investigate the strange events that keep occurring in their small town

warnings ❧ female!reader, shit writing, implications of sex

word count ❧ 1k

additional notes ❧ none ´･ᴗ･`

The day seems to drag on incessantly as I drown in my own pool of sorrow.

As I'm sitting at lunch, Tommy and Carol crack their typical 'humorous' remarks, triggering an unsettling feeling within me.

"I still think that creep killed him." Tommy says referring to Jonathan while spooning food into his mouth.

"He's such a freak." Carol comments, laughing.

Steve shoots his friends a look before he glances at me with a concerned expression. To my surprise, he rests his hand on my thigh and gives it a gentle squeeze, leaving it there, before returning to his food.

Steve doesn't bring up what happened last night.

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"The brown current ran swiftly out of the heart of darkness, bearing us down towards the sea with twice the speed of our upward progress. And Kurtz's life was running swiftly, too—"

I slump in my seat, absorbing this incredibly boring lecture as the day reaches its conclusion. Suddenly the office lady walk in and halts the teacher's speech.

Thank god.

"(Y/n) Henderson and Nancy Wheeler? If you would come with me, please," She says motioning for us to walk with her.

With exhaustion dragging me down, I rise from my chair and shuffle after the lady through the classroom door to the empty cafeteria - a tense scene awaiting. There, Mrs. Wheeler sits, across from two officers, who look at Nancy and I with stern expressions, which causes my heart to quicken with anticipation.

Nancy sits down next to her mom and I sit myself down next to Nancy.

"We're here to discuss the whereabouts of your friend, Barbra Holland." One of the deputies says, with a notepad in hand.

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"So, this argument you and Barbra had... What exactly was it about?" The officer, Powell asks.

"It wasn't really an argument..." Nancy says hesitantly, "Barb just wanted to leave. I didn't, so, I... I told her to just go home."

"Then what?" Powell asks.

"Then I went upstairs to put on some dry clothes." Nancy continues.

"And the next day," Powell says, "You guys went back and saw, a bear, you're thinking?"

"We don't know what it was... but we think..." I pipe in, "We think maybe it took, Barb."

"You need to check behind Steve's house—" Nancy starts.

"We did. There's nothing there." The other officer, Callahan, says shaking his head, "There's no sign of a bear."

"And there's no car." Powell finishes.

"What?" I say, as Nancy and I glance at each other.

"Look, we figure that Barbra came back last night and then she took off, went somewhere else." Callahan says.

"Has she ever talked to either of you about running off?" Powell asks, "Leaving town, maybe?"

"No," Nancy says shaking her head, "No, Barb wouldn't do that, ever."

"She wasn't maybe upset about the fact that you were spending time with this boy?" Powell asks, "Uh, Steve Harrington?"

"What? No." Nancy says uncomfortably.

"Maybe she was jealous because she saw you go up to Steve's room?" Callahan presses and Mrs. Wheeler looks at Nancy pointedly.

"It wasn't like that." Nancy argues.

"Like what?" Callahan asks.

"Steve and me... We're..." Nancy's starts, "We're just friends. We just talked."

Callahan looks down at his notes and I avert my gaze to the window, hiding my jealousy.

"Now was this before or after you changed out of your clothes?"

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After riding my bike home, I grab a snack from the fridge as the phone begins to ring. I walk over to the phone holding it between my shoulder and ear. Opening the wrapper for my snack, I take a bite while answering the call.

"Henderson residence." I say into the phone.

"(Y/n)?" I hear Jonathan's voice through the speaker.

"This is she," I reply.

"Uh, could you help me with something?" He says hesitantly.

"Of course, what is it?" I ask, leaning against the wall.

"I need to organize Will's funeral and I just can't do it alone." He responds solemnly.

"Oh..."

"You don't have to, I just—"

"No, no, it's okay Jonathan," I say, reassuring the boy, "Pick me up in ten minutes?"

"Okay."

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Jonathan arrives at my house approximately ten minutes later. As he drives us to the funeral home, my thoughts wander to the difference between riding with him and sitting in Steve's car. Jonathan's car is cold and bleak while Steve's car is warm and causes my emotions to buzz with excitement.

Jonathan pulls up outside the funeral home and we both head inside. An old man greets us with a sad smile and guides us over to view the available caskets.

"It's made of soft wood with a crepe interior," The old man says gently, "Uh, now, I don't know what your budget is but over there, we have copper and bronze." He says leading us over to more caskets.

Nancy walks in through the entrance, her steps slow and hesitant. Jonathan and I notice her arrival, prompting her to offer us a wave that mirrors her anxious demeanor.

"Can you just give us a second?" Jonathan stammers before we walk over to Nancy.

"Of course." The man says kindly.

"Hey." Jonathan greets.

"Hey, Nance." I say.

"Hey..." She says, "Your mom, um... she said you'd be here."

"I just... can we talk for a second?"  Nancy continues nervously.

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"It looks like it could be some kind of perspective distortion, but I wasn't using the wide angle." Jonathan says looking at the taped picture Nancy hands him after we sit down on a bench.

"I don't know. It's weird" He continues handing the picture back to Nancy.

"And you're sure you didn't see anyone else out there?" Nancy asks.

"No." Jonathan replies, "She was there one second and then, um... gone. I figured she bolted."

"The cops think that she ran away." Nancy says sadly, "But they don't know Barb."

"And we went back to Steve's... and we thought we saw something..." I say.

Some weird man or...I don't know what it was." Nancy finishes with a sigh before looking at Jonathan.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have come here today." She stands, "I'm so sorry."

"What did he look like?" Jonathan says abruptly.

"What?" Nancy asks turning back around.

"This man you guys saw in the woods." Jonathan says, "What'd he look like?" He repeats.

"I don't know," Nancy stammers, "It was almost like he... he didn't have—"

"Didn't have a face?"

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[juceynightmare]

dating 101 (18+) part 4 - cody rhodes x reader

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pairing(s): cody rhodes x reader, roman reigns x reader

warning(s): swearing, finally blonde!cody, frat boy!roman

genre(s): college!au, slow burn, fluff

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“i still don’t get why you’re not telling us the guy’s name. it’d be nice to at least put a name to him rather than just call him ‘chem guy’. especially since he’s got our best friend head over heels in just over a week.” cody said, closing his eyes as y/n washed out the bleach from his hair. besides them, ted hummed in agreement. the three of them were in their bathroom, y/n bleaching cody’s hair and ted simply doing his homework in his seat near the doorway.

it had been a week and a half since classes started, and although the three of them grew busy with their class times and social events (ted and cody specifically), the trio always ate dinner together everyday and would hang out afterwards: either doing homework together or simply hanging around each other. it was a comfortable routine that fit all their schedules and allowed them to solidy their friendship even more.

“we’ve been hearing about this guy since classes started last week, and i feel like a little high school girl using codenames to talk about some dude.” ted pitched in, scooting his chair closer to cody and y/n so he could look at cody’s hair through the mirror.

“no, because you two are probably going to go on a whole stalking spree!” y/n said, reaching for the conditioner on the counter. she tilted cody’s head back down, pushing him down gently by his forehead so he could hang with his head over this sink once more.

“alright, how about we tag along with you to your next chem lecture? you said he sits a couple rows ahead of you. if you won’t give us a name, then how about at least letting us see what the guy looks like.” cody proposed, to which ted nodded his head. cody leaned back further in his chair, the countertop edge becoming uncomfortable against his back, and he stared up at y/n.

y/n thought about it, her gaze flickering from where she was focused on conditioning and washing cody’s hair down to his face. the man smiled up at her, that charming smile that he knew would get her to say yes - and it was working.

she sighed, looking away from cody’s gaze as she rinsed out the conditioner from his hair. “fine. but only if you two behave and don’t do any funny business - like trying to talk to him after i point him out to you.”

her compliance was met with a chorus of “hell yeah!” from the two boys. cody stuck his arm out for a fist bump, to which ted met. y/n rolled her eyes at their reaction, patting cody’s shoulder and stepping back to let him know he could sit upright in his chair. she reached for his towel, spinning cody around so he could face himself in the mirror as she gently dried his hair with the towel.

“almost done, codes. just need to dry it out and tone it.” y/n told him, looking at the mirror to meet his gaze in their reflection.

“shit.” ted rang out, causing cody and y/n to turn their heads to look at their friend. “i have that event for my club during her lecture times. take a few photos for me, codes.” he sighed, turning his macbook screen around so that they could look at the google calendar he pulled up.

sure enough, there was an overlap between ted and y/n’s schedules during her chemistry lecture, but cody’s schedule was clear for that hour, and the hours after that.

“can i take photos?” cody questioned y/n, shifting his gaze over to the girl. “it’s only fair, just so ted can see the guy too.”

she sighed in defeat, setting the towel down on the countertop and spinning cody around again. she grabbed the toner and opened it, as she said, “i guess. but only one photo.”

and that’s how she got into this situation the very next day: sitting in her unofficial official seat in the lecture hall with cody right beside her. the now blonde man had taken out his ipad, working on homework he had. lecture wouldn’t start for another 15 minutes, but cody had been so excited to finally put a face to “chem guy” that he insisted that they got to the lecture hall early. they had gotten there so early that y/n and cody were only 2 of 13 people currently sat in the room.

“i can literally sense how nervous you are. you know, it’s not like i’m going to jump the guy.” cody teased, averting his attention from his work to y/n’s face. y/n had been bouncing her knee with nerves, and hadn’t even taken out her own ipad to prepare for the class.

“sorry, i don’t know. what if you think i have poor taste?” y/n asked, watching as cody took out her ipad for her and set it in front of her. he also took out her calculator, mainly for him to use for his own work.

“ted and i are your closest friends here. you clearly have good taste in men, just saying. there are girls who would kill to be in your situation.” cody teased, leaning back in his seat. he looked around the lecture hall once he heard a few familiar voices laughing loudly as they entered.

y/n fought to keep her gaze on her ipad, feeling her cheeks heat up as she heard roman laugh as he entered with his friends.

suddenly, beside her, cody stood up. she turned her head to look up at her friend, about to ask why he stood up suddenly when roman approached cody.

“oh shit, what’s up uce. almost didn’t recognize you with the blonde hair.” roman greeted cody, the two men shaking hands and pulling the other in to pat each others back. cody repeated this with roman’s friends, a wide smile on his face.

“didn’t know you were taking chem, codeman. you wanna sit up with us?” asked one of roman’s friends.

“i’m good guys, i’m just accompanying my best friend here for fun. wanted to see what you stem majors are up to in general chemistry.” cody greeted with a smile, stepping out so the others could see y/n.

“oh hey y/n! didn’t know you were friends with cody.” roman smiled at the girl, causing cody’s gaze to flicker between roman and y/n.

“i didn’t know that you knew cody.” y/n responded with a smile that cody could tell was an uneasy one.

“how do you two know each other?” cody barged in to their conversation.

“she’s my lab partner! although, i will admit, she absolutely carries me in our lab even though we’ve only had one so far.” roman admitted with a shy smile, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand. “and you said you weren’t a party person, but you’re best friends with cody. someone’s a liar.” he teased y/n lightheartedly.

“she isn’t, believe me, i tried having her accompany me to the rush party but she wouldn’t budge.” cody replied with a sigh.

“that’s because you would disappear 2 seconds into the party and already have your tongue down some girl’s throat. alright well, y/n. if you ever want to go to one of the frat events and you don’t think this one is capable enough of watching over you, just text me. you have my number!” roman smiled, holding his hand out for a fist bump with y/n. roman found it endearing how shy y/n was, especially during lab when she’d stutter whenever talking to roman. he figured that was who she was as a person. but know that he knew that y/n was buddy-buddy with cody, he knew there was something he was missing about y/n as a person.

roman and his friends nodded their goodbyes to cody and y/n before taking their seats just a few rows ahead of cody and y/n.

cody sat back down in his seat, staring at the back of roman’s head while y/n had leaned over so she could press her forehead down on the table.

“chem guy… is roman.” cody whispered softly, turning his head to look at y/n. she lifted her head to meet cody’s gaze, her face burning a deep red as if to confirm his suspicion. “what. the. fuck.” he continued, still in undeniable shock. y/n leaned forward and buried her face in cody’s shoulder in embarrassment.

y/n struggled to focus for the rest of the lecture, while cody was frantically texting who she could only assume to be ted. from the corner of her eye, she could tell that cody was sending ted screenshots of what she assumes to be roman’s instagram account to give ted a visual of roman.

although lecture was only 50 minutes, to y/n it felt like it had lasted hours on end. as soon as lecture was finished, y/n turned off her ipad with a sigh and began to pack up her things. roman and his friends passed by them as they left, saying their goodbyes to them before leaving the room. cody stood up, grabbing y/n’s bag for her once she finished packing and telling her, “we’ll talk back at the dorms. i’m still thinking of a game plan.”

she couldn’t question him about his supposed “game plan” he was thinking up, because cody had already turned on his heel and began to leave the lecture hall. y/n jogged to catch up to him, grabbing on to the back of his backpack so she didn’t lose him as he lead the long, silent walk back to their dorm building.

it went better than she thought it would have gone: cody not bothering her for the rest of class as he was seemingly deep in thought. the fact that cody and roman were friends and possibly rushing the same frat had been a complete curveball for her, though. she was, however, confused at cody’s sudden talk of a “game plan”.

y/n had been so lost in her train of thought that she hadn’t even noticed that they had arrived to their dorm building and were in front of her door. she watched cody take her keys out of her bag and unlock the door, holding it open for her to enter first before walking in himself.

the odd part was when cody shut and lock the door behind him.

“alright, let’s talk business.” cody began, setting their bags down on the floor beside her desk. he pulled out y/n’s chair and sat her down.

“business?” she questioned, leaning back in her chair with her hands in her lap. she watched as cody paced back and forth in front of her. if cody were a machine and not a human, she could totally visualize literal gears turning in his head from how much thought he was putting into this whole ordeal.

“well, the whole endgame to you having a sort of crush on roman is to potentially date him, right?” cody questioned, stopping in his tracks to look at his best friend with a raised brow.

y/n could feel her cheeks heat up once again, and her words got caught in her throat. “cody! i..” she paused, clearing her throat once she realized how high her voice had gotten out of pure embarrassment. “i have never even kissed anyone, let alone date! look, i’ve had crushes here and there but-”

“but what?” cody asked, taking it upon himself to walk over to y/n’s bed to sit on it. if he stood up for any longer, he was afraid he’d continue pacing back and forth.

“i don’t even know roman like that yet! how should i know if i want to date him?” she questioned with a groan, running a hand through her hair.

“y/n, you’ve been talking for the past week to ted and i how much you wished you could go on a date with him, but now that we find out that it’s a guy that i know, you’re suddenly chickening out?” cody scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest.

“i don’t know how to even begin dating someone in general! that’s why i’m chickening out! and unless you or ted or god forbid, even dolph, are willing to teach me, then i’m just going to just sit here and silently crush on people until something works out eventually.” y/n sighed out, turning around in her chair so she was facing her wall instead of cody.

the two sat in silence for a moment, until eventually, y/n felt herself being turned around by cody. she looked up at him, not liking the mischievous grin that had appeared on cody’s face.

“what are you thinking of?” y/n questioned, her gaze shifting down to cody’s hands. cody had held his hands out for her to take, and y/n hesitantly reached out with her own. the moment her hands touched cody’s own, he grabbed her hands gently in his and pulled her out of her seat.

he pulled her against his chest, one of his arms wrapping around her waist to steady her while he brought his other hand up under her chin to keep her gaze on him. he smiled down at her, while y/n was left a blushing mess in his arms, her own hands resting against cody’s chest.

“lucky for you, i like to think i’m well versed in this whole dating thing. ted’s far too busy with all those clubs he’s joining, and there’s no way in hell i’m letting dolph even walk within 6 feet of you.” he mused, letting y/n go after getting that reaction out of her. he took a step back, crossing his arms over his chest.

“there’s no way you’re suggesting what i think you’re suggesting.” y/n gasped, crossing her arms over her chest and raising a brow at cody’s words.

“look, you said it yourself. you would continue on crushing on people while being so emotionally constipated that you wouldn’t know what to do. call me sentimental, but you’ve become one of my closest friends in such a short amount of time, and i’m not going to let you go throughout all of college not even going on a single date with someone. all i’m here to do is to simply help you put yourself out there! get you going on a few dates with roman or even someone else you end up crushing on if you and roman don’t work, and then i get to be credited at your future wedding! it’s perfect.” cody pointed out, walking around y/n and sitting down in her seat. he leaned back in her chair, lacing his fingers behind his head and grinning up at her once she turned to face him. “so, what do you say? no one else has to know, not even ted.”

“what would we do?” y/n questioned. “this isn’t going to be some fake relationship situation, cody. i just, i think it’d be nice to know how to get with someone though.” she admitted softly.

“oh no, it’s nothing like that y/n. just think of me like your wingman of some sorts, giving you tips on how to keep roman’s attention and setting you and roman up. luckily for you, i can probably find out what roman’s into, but that’ll be later down the line. the first lesson will be getting you to be more confident to initiate talking to roman.” cody said, “and i mean actually having a conversation. nothing about classwork!” he added in when y/n had opened her mouth to argue.

“so? do you trust me?” cody asked, bringing his hand out for y/n to shake.

“by the end of this semester, cody, i better have a boyfriend.” y/n huffed, staring down at cody’s hand.

“with me as your wingman and best friend? that wouldn’t even be a challenge.” cody assured her.

y/n and cody shook hands.

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[literaryslapshot]

"please come out, i need to talk to you" with nolan and princess au!!!!

contains: princess reader au, dad!nolan, angsty teenagers, break out the tissue box | this is the PERFECT time to go off of my idea. thank u anon.

"I know- I don't need you to lecture me." Nolan said right as he saw his wife come into his peripheral vision. He sat on the couch, blood boiling and his mind racing. He hadn't got that mad in a long long time, and he was ashamed of himself that his kids had to witness it.

She stood there, arms crossed and just as equally mad, but the married couple were mad at different people. Nolan was mad at the boy - the boy that she didn't bother to tell him about, the eighteen year old boy that she didn't bother to tell him about - Gemma brought home for dinner, and Y/N was mad at her husband. If they looked at each other they could practically see the steam coming off of them, they were so angry.

"You need to make this right before you come to bed, or you can have the guest room." Is all she said before she walked back upstairs, her steps heavy on the way up. It had been a very long time since she has seen Nolan that mad, and he can't even remember when he was that angry last. He knows she's right. Before she goes to bed, he needs to settle this with Gemma.

Nolan takes a deep breath before walking up the stairs to his eldest daughters bedroom at the end of the hall, passing his other kids rooms. Hesitantly, he knocks on her door softly. He tries to open the door but it's locked.

"Gem, open the door please." He softly says, leaning against the wooden door. He can hear shuffling around the other side of the door and that eases his nerves a little, at least she didn't climb out the window.

"Go away dad," the sad and brittle tone that she responds to him in breaks his heart. He bites his tongue and ducks his head down, holding onto the door handle incase she unlocks it.

"Gem i'm not going away til this door opens," Nolan leans his head against the door, listening to try and make out what she's doing in her room. His heart breaks at the thought of her just sitting in a ball curled up. She's done that since she was a child, he used to call her a turtle. She would curl up a lot when she felt sad or scared, and Nolan was usually the only one who could coax her out of the turtle shell.

"Please come out Gemma, I need to talk to you."

He was met with silence, and he was about to give up until he heard the lock turn on her door. He stood in front, his hands in his pockets and watched as Gemma slowly opened her door. She mumbled a quiet "you can come in" to Nolan.

He followed her into her room, stepping over some dirty clothes on the way to her bean bag chair. Gemma sat on her bed criss-cross, looking down at her white bedspread that had flowers embroidered onto it.

"I'm sorry for my outburst earlier. I didn't mean to embarrass you in front of Barron-"

"Barret." Gemma corrects.

"Barret. I would just like to know these things ahead of time. I would like to know when my daughter, my fifteen year old daughter, is bringing a boy home for dinner. That's all." Nolan explained through the calmest tone possible that he could push out. Gemma doesn't say anything in response, and the silence between them is thick and awkward.

"When did you start dating?" Nolan asked. "Which, by the way, I never said you could do yet." He adds.

"We're not...we're just hanging out. I invited him over cause I wanted to see what you thought, and clearly you think he's no good or...whatever." Gemma traces the flowers on her bedspread, never looking up at her dad throughout the conversation. "What's the big deal anyway? You and mom are four years apart, and you guys are fine. Most of the time, anyway."

"The big deal is that he is a legal adult, you are not. That he looks at you in a way that I don't like. He wants things from you that personally, I don't think you're ready for yet." Nolan explained, getting up from the bean bag chair and sitting at the foot of her bed. "I'm just trying to protect you, that's all."

Gemma looked up at him, and she felt the slightest bit confused. She didn't understand her dad's words, she felt as though he was being overbearing and that he was restraining her. Gemma thought that he was overreacting, still.

"Just, wait a little while before you start dating, okay? I don't want to see your heart get broken." Nolan reached her hand out to her, open palm waiting for her to take it. She eventually did and Nolan pulled her in for a hug.

He knew that she was upset by his words and that she'd eventually understand what he was talking about, but for now she was going to sit in her feelings. He was okay with it, but he was upset with how he made her upset.

"I love you, Gem," he mumbled as he kissed her on the top of her head. He pulls away to look at her and his heart breaks a little to see her teary eyes. "I'm just trying to protect you, you know that right?"

"I know, dad. I just really liked him." Nolan wipes the tears from her cheeks and continues to hold her hand.

"Trust me on this one, Gem. You'll find better boys, and if you find ones that aren't better, i'll beat them up." Gemma laughs and that makes Nolan feel better now that he got to see her smile, the smile she got from her mom.

He leaves her bedroom after making amends and walks back down the hall to his own bedroom, to find his wife watching her favorite show for the hundredth time this month. He sighs, going to lay atop the covers next to her.

"Did it go alright?" She asked, pausing her show and looking over at her husband. Nolan nods his head, resting his head on her shoulder and stares at the television mounted on the wall. "You did the right thing. And you know, I didn't like the kid either. He kept looking at her funny."

"Thank you!"

[theautisticfroglord]

≫ love is a tower where all of us can live

pairing - Marx Francois x reader

fic type - angst to fluff

warnings - kissing, reader gets yelled at, slight teasing by julius

notes - sorry for not writing for a while, I have been busy, enjoy this fic though! (Also the title is a reference to "Christmas kids" by roar it is a vry good song)

The Wizard King of the clover kingdom, Julius Novachrono, recruited you as another advisor for him. He realized that Marx needs help with some of his duties, and you seemed like a worthy candidate to assist him.

You get along with Marx really well. Some days, though, he’s tired and not in a good mood. This is one of those days. You're also tired and forgetful, and you don’t remember to bring some papers to someone. Marx realized, and scolds you about it.

“I-I’m sorry-” you manage to say during the argument, but he continues to lecture you. Suddenly, you have this empty feeling. You feel like he hates you. During your break, after you deliver the papers, you head back down to your office and rest your head on the desk as you begin to cry over how bad your day was. After you stop crying, you sit at your desk quietly, pondering over how you got yelled at today. Then, you hear a knock at your door.

“Who is it?” you ask, trying to sound somewhat alright. Marx walks into your office and comes up to your desk. He notices the sad look in your eyes.

“Hey, Y/N, I… I’m sorry for yelling at you earlier, it really wasn’t a big mistake,” he sighs. Marx notices that you’re still sad.

“Do you… hate me…?” you ask, wanting closure.

“N-No! I don’t hate you, Y/N, I…” Marx’s sentence trails off as he blushes slightly. You notice, and he walks up next to where you’re sitting. He kneels down slightly.

“You’re really valuable to the kingdom… to Julius… and to me,” Marx admits, holding your hand in his. Your eyes shift from Marx’s hand to his face, noticing him smiling genuinely.

“Thank you…” you murmur, squeezing his hand lightly. You sit in silence for a moment as you look down at the floor, both of your faces blushing a little. Then, you feel a soft hand on your cheek, causing you to look back up at him.

“I really do care about you, Y/N,” Marx insists, looking into your eyes.

“I care about you too,” you sigh, noticing how sweetly he looks at you. Then, to your surprise, Marx pulls you in and hesitantly kisses you on the lips. Your eyes widen, freezing for a moment, but then you relax and kiss him back. Marx, surprised that you kissed back, leans into you a little bit. You pull him closer and wrap your arms around him lovingly. He smiles into the kiss and pets your hair gently. After a few moments, you pull away from the kiss. You bury your face into Marx’s shoulder as you sigh. You both sit in silence, relaxing in each other’s arms.

“Is it ok that I love you, and want to be with you?” Marx asks you, slightly worried about his love for you as a fellow advisor.

“Yeah… we can make this work… I love you so much, Marx,” You mumble, intertwining your fingers with his. He kisses you on the forehead adoringly, overjoyed over you loving him back.

“We should go out and get tea together when we have a day off,” you sigh, sweetly playing with his hair.

“That sounds nice, darling…” Marx chuckles, giving you another hug.

“I still have to wrap up with work, I’ll see you later, Y/N,” Marx walks out of your office with you and gives you one last kiss on the cheek before walking off. Julius was nearby and saw him kiss you. He walks up to you.

“You’re really getting along with him, huh, Y/N?” Julius teases, making you blush and pout.

“Yeah…” you admit, slightly embarrassed. Julius pats you on the head.

“Hey, it’s alright! You guys look cute together, anyway!” Julius chuckles lightheartedly. You smile as you realize how you fit in here. You finally have a partner, and a place to belong.

[sweet-demiboi]

Warnings: reader is trans male, students are transphobic, she/her is used by them for the reader (but only in the beginning, then there's no mention of transphobia), reader gets his shots from Roger as I decided that Brian is scared of needles also it adds a little depth to Roger's and reader's friendship, kissing at the end, dysphoria because reader hasn't had top surgery yet, also talk about not having enough money (that's normal for a college student I think, though), can be read as poc and/or asexual folks, Ig

This is the request

Summary: You and Brian get to know each other in university. He is your biggest supporter as you are trans and soon he becomes even more.

Please, no Fem!Readers - Thank you for respecting my boundaries :)

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I should've known that it was stupid.

The thought had been in your head all day long and every person around you seemed to have it in their eyes.

They were looking you up and down weirdly or leaned over to their friends, whispering something in their ear. The next look they would give you was disgusted.

Some people didn't even bother to lower their voices.

"She is so confused, Jesus, it's actually so embarassing."

"She may be trying, but she's never going to look like a real boy."

"She should've kept her hair long. No boy will want her as his girlfriend now."

The worst was, you started to believe those voices you heard speaking in the hallway. Even though they were only softly spoken, they managed to creep deeply inside your head. Sometimes they seemed to come out of nowhere, but they would never loosen their grip on you when you focused on them once.

You were thinking about going to another university, but would it really be any different? You didn't think so, you could only hope. But hope was a rare thing to come by as you probably didn't even have enough money to spent to move elsewhere.

You sighed into your books - you were really trying to read them, but couldn't manage to understand even one paragraph. Astrology had always fascinated you, but right now, you couldn't get your thoughts away from your outing as a trans man.

You had cut your hair, thrown on the most masculine clothes you owned and rote yourself a name tag, with your real name on it.

Nobody had used it even once, but it was still pinned to your button up. Underneath were your band-aids, which were supposed to hide your chest.

"Hi, would you mind if I sat next to you?"

You raised your head at the guy next to you. He had long, curly hair and a bag made of leather on his shoulder, which seemed to pop open any moment from the amount of notes he had stuffed inside.

"No, not at all." You moved your books and papers to your right, so he would have some space next to you.

"Thanks, that's very kind of you.", he smiled at you "(Y/N), right?"

You imagined your eyes widened a little and soon after you repeated his words in your head a wide smile took over your face "Yeah, that's right."

"I'm Brian, nice to meet you."

He held out his hand for you to shake, which you did. It was soft, except for the tips of his fingers, at least as far as you could tell.

"Nice to meet you too. What are you studying?"

"Astrophysics - what about you?"

"Astrology - almost the same as you, just with less math."

He chuckled at that "Well, that's true. Which is your favorite constelation?"

He made you smile, and your ears were probably turning red, because of the joy you felt.

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You were meeting up with Brian for studying quite often after that. He was nice to have around and also great at explaining when there was in fact some maths popping up in your books.

His voice was very calming to hear and he almost always had a smile for you, even after a whole day of lectures.

When it was getting late, you often moved to some small bars to continue with learning and writing papers.

On some days, when the library was to full of people, you were moving to little cafés. You drank way too much coffee and ate cake, but managed to stay up late this way and walk home under the stars. Of course, you couldn't really see much of them, but in the parks you had a little advantage, which was that there were usually not as many street-lights.

In retrospect, it was quite romantic and you two wouldn't do shit about stopping it.

Soon, Brian introduced you to his friends, whom all managed to get your name and pronouns right from day one. They were all lovely and kind to you. Especially Freddie and Roger would show support.

But it was still Brian who accompanied you to your doctor's appointments, because you were way to nervous to go there alone.

Finally, the day had come when Brian left the room to give you some privacy. He showed you a last thumbs-up when the door fell shut and you got your first t-shot.

You walked out with a face of pure joy, and he hugged you tight.

You were able to receive those shots in your upper arm, so you wouldn't need to visit your doctor every week. She encouraged you to let her do some monthly check-ups though.

It was Roger who would give you those shots, though as Brian was actually scared of needles and you couldn't manage to reach those spots in a good angle.

Soon, his friends became your friends as well. They would playfully joke about your voice sounding like one of a teenage boy, but it brought you some great joy to hear that.

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"Hey, (Y/N), what's wrong?"

"Hi, Bri"

You looked up from behind your pillow. Brian was standing in the middle of your room of the flat you were sharing with your friends. They had let him inside, already knowing him well enough to not be concerned.

They were the ones who made playful jokes about you and him as a couple. You were always shushing them, when he came over, although, you thought that he might caught on to something already.

"Nothing's wrong, exactly.", you sat up on your bed and looked over at him.

"Am I allowed to sit down?"

"Yes, of course, go ahead."

When he sat next to you, he gave you a smile.

"Your voice is sounding a lot better than a few weeks ago."

"Yeah", you laughed "It was kind of funny, but I'm glad I don't sound like a teenager in his voice crack anymore."

Brian's eyes were crinkling in a laugh "I am too. But because I like your voice deep."

You felt your ears turning red, mumbling a shy thanks at him.

"Anyway, I want to know what concerns you right now. And don't try to deny it. I know something is up."

"Okay, you win", you shrugged "I'm not happy with my chest. I want my surgery as soon as possible, but right now it's not possible, financially."

Brian sighed "I know.", he took your hand in his carefully "And I want you to know that you're handsome, no matter what. You are looking very masculine to me. You're beautiful, okay?"

"Okay.", you smiled. It were the words you needed to hear. Brian always seemed to know them.

"Good." You could see his eyes looking into your own and then down to your lips.

"I am going to ask you something very direct." You nodded, vaguely suspecting what that might be.

"Am I allowed to kiss you?"

Your smile definetly was overtaking your features, now.

"Yes, you are."

"Great.", he whispered and then leaned down to meet your lips halfway. His kiss was soft and chaste at the same time, his mouth moving nicely against your own.

You were thankful for sitting down, as your knees felt like jelly, when he moved his fingers to your chin to carefully move your head in the direction he wanted. He gave your other hand a little squeeze, which made you chuckle against him.

You felt his smile, when you stopped kissing for a moment. In the next, your hands were on his cheeks and your tongue in his mouth - Brian didn't complain one bit.

"Would you like to go on a date with me?", you breathed out, when you parted.

"I would love to! I'm glad you asked, I think I would've been too shy to ask out such a handsome guy."

"Well, I'm not used to a pretty man being interested in me, either."

"Oh, please", he turned his head a little away from you, but you could still see his smile and "You're blushing!", you chuckled.

Brian was laughing a little embarassed, but you were littering his rosy cheeks in kisses until he was genuienly smiling and had a very red head.

"Do you feel better, now?"

"Yes", you moved your hand down to the back of his neck "And you?"

"Me too.", he gave you another little kiss, which was by far not the last one of the day.

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Polar Opposites

A/N: Angsty with a happy ending (lil bit of asshole Josh). You're welcome 😌. As always let me know what you guys think and enjoy!

Word Count: 11.9k+

There comes a certain bliss that accompanies silence. Allowing one to slow down and take notice of the things around them in a way that they would not be able to do if there was a constant rumble of noise. Silence means being able to listen to the way the wind whistles as it cascades through the trees, rustling the leaves and creating its own music for the world to hear. It means being intune with your surroundings, being able to pay attention to the slightest shift of the room. Silence is a friend.

It has been your friend for a majority of your life, a welcome acquaintance that shields you every day. Growing up mainly alone meant basking in the quiet that would drape across a room. It had been just you and your mother your entire life and when you were deemed old enough to be alone, you were. 

She worked as a doctor, leaving you for a majority of the day. She would be gone when you were up in the morning to get ready for school and home at seven thirty each night for dinner before starting it all over again. You admired her and everything she had done for you, ensuring that you would lead a comfortable life. 

A comfortable life for you means spending time by yourself. It wasn’t sad in your eyes, actually the complete opposite. It was what you knew and loved. Being able to wind down after a long day of classes, reading silently, writing in peace, and having time with your thoughts. 

While you were indeed shy, it wasn’t a large hindrance to you. You knew how to turn on the social battery, but you did admit, it would drain fast. You chose to remain quiet as others spoke to you, carefully deciding how to respond to your chat companion before just blurting out anything that came to mind.

That didn’t change as you went to college. In fact, it allowed you to take stride in that behavior. You had one friend that you would see and have lunch with every week, but most of the free time you had you reserved for yourself. 

Until he came into your life. 

You were sitting in a large lecture hall for one of the regular, mandatory, core classes. It meant there were hundreds of people attending each session. You sat dead center of the hall, eyes down on your laptop as you began formatting your notes when someone sat loudly next to you. 

Paying them no mind, you continued, pulling the syllabus up to have on your screen to follow along as your professor was scheduled to read it this morning. 

“Notes already? Isn’t it day one?” You gave a soft smile to the boy next to you. You felt your mouth go dry at how purely handsome he was. His dark brown eyes gleamed playfully at you as you turned your attention back to your screen.

“I just like to be prepared is all,” he leaned towards you, arm brushing yours as he did. “Ah, I see. Better to be over prepared than under, right? I’m Josh,” he stuck his large hand out towards yours. You gingerly placed your hand in his as he enclosed his fingers around your own. 

You offered your name back watching as his smile grew. Jeeze, his teeth were basically perfect. “What’re you in for?” Your brow furrowed at his question as he laughed, making your heart skip a beat at the melodic sound. “I mean what’s your major? I’m here for film. Love it, always have, figured I should do something with it, you know?” 

You smiled at him, feeling it slowly grow as he kept talking. “Mine is not as interesting. I’m an English major,” his smile remained as he turned to face you in his lecture seat. “I love writing. I thought about being a journalist for a long time. That’s another reason why I want to do film, I can write.” Your pulse was quickening as he spoke, eyes never leaving you as he deemed a real interest in you. 

“I do, too, but that’s not what I want to do. I mean, not mainly. I’d love to be an author some day, but I want to be a librarian,” his eyes narrowed slightly at you, head tilting as he took you in, tongue poking out between his pearly white teeth. “I can totally see that. You would be a perfect librarian,” your cheeks were heating at his words, never having someone scrutinize you so obviously before. 

The professor entered the room, letting a hush fall over everyone as he started speaking about the course. Your eyes widened as Josh leaned over towards you, whispering over the professor. “You want to get lunch this week? I want to hear you talk about being a librarian some more,” you shushed him as he started typing on his own laptop.

“Look at that, you already have the shushing down pat,” you bit back a laugh at his words, eyeing him from the corner of your vision, seeing him beaming. “So, yes to lunch?” You grew anxious wondering if anyone else in the hall could hear him talking to you. You had never spoken over a teacher before and your paranoia was washing over you. 

“If I say yes, will you please be quiet so I can hear the professor?” he winked at you, making the motion of zipping his lips and throwing the key away. 

As the lecture came to an end, you quickly placed your belongings into your bag and tried to hurry out of the room before your seat companion could catch up, but to no avail. “Ah, can’t get rid of me that easily!” His voice carried through the air, stopping you dead in your tracks. 

You turned to face him and saw that large grin take over his features, gorgeous dimples on display. “Lunch this week, I’m serious. I’ll find you later this week for it,” he shot you a wink as he started walking in the other direction. 

His chances of remembering the plans were slim, you convinced yourself and that’s why when you saw him leaning against the stairs railing of one of the buildings your lecture was in, shock took you over. 

Josh had his hands stuffed into his pockets, looking around the crowds trying to find you. A large smile took over his face as you came into his view. You couldn’t believe he remembered.

He didn’t even say hello as you cautiously approached him. “What are you feeling today for food? I’m thinking tacos. There’s a really good place downtown if you’re down,” you walked next to him and nodded at his words. 

“Sure,” he took your backpack off your shoulder, slinging it over his own, but as you went to take it back, he stopped you. “Pretty girls don’t carry their own bags. How was class? Learn anything good?” you felt like you were going to throw up right then at him calling you pretty. 

You two sat on a patio table, laughing as Josh told you stories about his brothers. “I’m dead serious! I wake up and see him peeing in the fireplace, completely shit faced, butt naked from the waist down, leaning against the wall,” you were trying to catch your breath as he shared. 

As you both calmed down, catching your breath, he took a chip from your plate. “Alright, what stories do you have? Any crazy siblings?” You shook your head, offering a soft smile. “Nope,” he narrowed his eyes, resting his chin on the back of his hands. 

“Cousins?” You shook your head. “Parents?” You nodded and held up a finger. “One, my mom, but I don’t have any crazy stories about her,” you shrugged as you sipped your drink. “Grandparents? Aunts? Uncles?” You giggled as he carried on, growing more shocked as he went through the list. 

“It was just me a lot. My mom’s a doctor so she was gone most of the time. Not a lot to share,” you bit into a chip as you finished, but instead of Josh making you feel bad about spending most of your childhood alone like most people did, he smirked at you. 

“That’s why you’re so quiet. It’s not a bad thing, I don’t think. I wish I would’ve been alone more growing up. Especially with having a twin, it was a pain in the ass most days. But if it wasn’t for them we wouldn’t have our music,” you eyed him, letting your hands rest against the flat surface of the table.

“You do music?” It was like opening Pandora’s box. He lit up, talking for over an hour and a half about the music they made and how passionate they all were. It was thrilling seeing how much he loved it and you couldn’t help but smile at him as he hardly took any breaks as he spoke. 

His voice changed between tones and you were completely enamored with it. It made you want to hear him sing since he claimed he was the lead singer of the band, but for now you could suffice with listening to him talk. You didn’t think you could ever bore of him. 

He finally stopped himself, cheeks glowing a bright red as he looked back at you. “I’ve been talking for almost two hours. You have to stop me or I could talk forever! Seriously,” he laughed as he rubbed his face, but you giggled at him.

“I don’t mind. You have a nice voice,” the complement left your mouth before you could think of it and your eyes widened as you stammered after. “Gosh, I’m sorry. I don’t know why I said that,” he laughed, grabbing your guy's trash as he stood.

“Don’t apologize! That’s practically the best compliment you can give someone who loves the sound of their own voice,” he winked at you as you stood, walking out of the restaurant with him. He looked around at the downtown scene and nudged you. 

“You need to get back right away? You want to walk around for a bit?” He was nervous. Listening to him for as long as you did had let you learn his tonal habits quite quickly. His current tone gave him away. You only nodded, letting him take your hand in his as you two strolled the streets, listening to him tell you random thoughts that popped into his head, unable to keep them in, needing to be shared with someone. 

Josh slowly picked away at your shell after that. You began opening up for him a little bit at a time. Each time he discovered something new about you it was like he had won the lottery. His eyes would light up, his dimples would show, and he would blush. 

It wasn’t too long before you were together more often than not. He would meet you outside of your classes, taking you on a walk or for lunch, planning dates he knew you would enjoy. He felt awful after he took you on a mini golf date and you left with a pounding headache from the screaming kids that littered the area. No matter how much you assured him it was fine, he refused to believe it was. 

He had surprised you with a picnic one late afternoon and you sat in between his legs, leaning back against his chest, watching the sun dip below the horizon. You both sat in silence, your eyes shut, savoring the reprieve. 

His fingers lightly traced up and down your arm, letting you bask in the quiet evening. A small smile graced your face as you heard a squirrel run through the tree you sat underneath. The grass had a soft wave going through it with every light breeze that would float through the air. 

You were startled out of your thoughts when Josh whispered into your ear. “Mouse?” He laughed as you jumped, placing both of his palms flat on your arms, trying to still you. “Sorry, didn't mean to scare you. I wanted to ask you something,” you rested back against him, willing your heart rate to go back to normal as he continued rubbing his hands over your arms.

You hummed, the sound almost falling on deaf ears, but he heard. He always did. “Would you want to come home with me this weekend? I want you to meet my family. My moms dying to meet you,” he chuckled at the end. 

He was biting his lip, you could hear it in the way he spoke. He was anxious about asking you, but the slight tilt in his tone meant he was excited about you meeting the people he loved most in the world.

You turned your head to peer up at him, seeing his hopeful eyes look over your face in awe. The sun had you gleaming in the golden hour and he had never seen anyone more beautiful in his life. His heart leapt into his throat as he stared at you. 

“Course I will. I’d love to meet everyone,” his smile grew as he bent his head down to meet you, lips gently pushing against your own. You hoped that your own nerves weren’t displaying across your face, fear pummeling you at the thought of meeting his family. His people. 

What if they didn’t like you? You had been told that your quietness had been taken wrong in the past, coming off as more standoffish than anything. That wasn’t who you were, but they didn’t know that. You were spiraling, feeling the knot grow in your stomach. 

Josh drove you both up to his childhood home a few days later. You were breathing quickly and shallowly, fears overtaking you. Josh had been talking almost the entire drive, giving you the rundown on everyone you were supposed to be meeting. There were going to be so many people there. 

Your hands had a slight tremble to them that Josh noticed as he looked over at you in the passenger seat. You had pulled up to the house and their driveway was packed with cars, throwing a barbecue for the event of meeting you. 

“Hey, hey, hey,” he took your hands in his and saw you gnawing at your lip, unable to tear your eyes away from the house. “What’s going on?” You blew out a shaky breath, knee starting to bounce. “What if they don’t like me? I don’t want them to think I’m rude,” he shook his head, rubbing your hands in his, smiling at you. 

“First, they’re gonna love you, I know it. Second, they aren’t going to think you’re rude, mouse. I told them that you’re quiet, so they know that, okay?” You nodded at his words, peeling your eyes away and meeting his own as his fingers pinched your chin. “Third, I am right here and will be by your side all night. If you need to take a break, just let me know and we’ll go to my room,” you gave him a shaky smile as he leaned over the center console, connecting your lips in a reassuring kiss. 

“Okay?” You nodded at him, getting out of the car, meeting him at the front of it, letting him take your hand in his. His fingers laced with yours tightly, your other hand toying with the hem of your dress. Before you walked into the backyard where the mess of voices, music, and food cooking was wafting from, he stopped you and gave you a bright smile.

“Deep breath,” you mimicked him as he winked at you. “I love you,” your face warmed at his words. “I love you, too,” he led you both into the backyard and his brother's eyes fell on you two first.

“They’re here!” His hand squeezed yours as one of his brothers jumped off the deck railing, landing in front of you both. He pulled Josh into a hug and then turned his attention to you. 

“My brother has not shut up about you since you met. You’re too pretty for him, by the way. If you want a Kiszka worth your time, I am readily available,” your eyes widened at his words, shocked at what he had just said about his own brother. 

“This is Jake, my twin. He doesn’t know how to read a room and keep that mouth of his shut,” he and Jake quickly pulled into a tussle and you jumped when another voice appeared from behind you, yelling loudly. 

“Boys knock it off!” You turned to see a woman with short blonde hair and a large smile on her face. “Oh my gosh, you are gorgeous. Hi, honey! I’m Karen,” she pulled you into a tight hug as you awkwardly laughed, gently wrapping your arms around the woman before someone else spoke up.

“Come on, let them be stupid. I’m Veronica, but everyone calls me Ronnie. You can help us get the condiments and stuff ready,” her arm linked with yours, pulling you with her towards the house. Your eyes widened, panic coursing through you, but you tamped it down.

You could do this.

It was over an hour later when Josh finally found you. You were sitting on the couch with his mom and sister, watching them flip through his baby album, telling stories behind the images. 

“There you are. You were stolen from me and I’ve been looking all over for you,” his face lit up as you came into his sight, you returning the smile as he saw what sat on your lap, his mom on one side of you, his sister on the other. “Oh no, how did you get into the baby books so fast?” He took it off your lap, grabbing your hand in his and pulling you up from the couch.

“I’m stealing her back!” You laughed as he ran you away from them, leading you upstairs to his room. His hands cupped your cheeks once the door shut and he smiled at you. “Hi, I’m sorry you got stolen. You okay?” You put your hands on his forearms and leaned into his touch.

“I’m good,” he brought you forward and let his lips land on your forehead. You turned around from him and took in the room. It was every aspect of his personality in one single spot. 

The posters took up every square inch of space they could, every band you could think of represented. His desk was cluttered, knick knacks, old books, journals, papers littered the space. He had a bookshelf that only had a few books actually on it, the shelves filled with old CD’s and records. His bedding was light green with a pattern you couldn’t make out because the bed was unmade. The room smelled of incense. It was Josh.

You slowly walked around the room, taking in every little fact you could, storing it in your brain for use later. He eventually ended up behind you, explaining what things were and why he had them. His fingers danced on your arms as he spoke quietly so only you two could hear, giggles mixing together at some of the tales behind the objects.

When someone clears their throat behind you both, you jump, hand landing on your heart, Josh grabbing you to still you as he laughed. “Honey, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. Just wanted to let you two know that the food is ready,” his mom laughed at your surprise. 

You smiled at her as Josh said you’d be down in just a minute. When you two ventured back downstairs, everyone had made their way outside, the outdoor dining table packed with people. You sat next to Josh as he made you a plate, handing you all your favorites as he yelled at his brothers from across the table, occasionally throwing food at one another.

You heard your name flow from someone's mouth and as you saw his dad smiling at you, you knew it came from him. “So, remind me again what you’re in school for,” as you went to answer, hands slightly trembling as the attention settled on you, Josh spoke up.

“She’s an English major, but she’s going to be a librarian. My girl is so smart it’s insane,” your cheeks burned as his mom's smile widened at his words. She looked at her husband who returned the look. 

“I think it’s quite fitting that Josh is with someone who can professionally shush him for a living. Someone needs to,” you laughed at the joke his younger brother said, but you shrugged as you wiped your mouth with a napkin. “I don’t mind his talking. I actually like it a lot,” he smiled at your words, squeezing your knee. 

As the night came to a close and it was time for you to head back to campus, Josh’s mom grabbed you into another bone crushing hug. “Thank you for coming out. I know we can be a lot. Especially him, but I think you’re so good for him,” as you pulled back, her hands cupped your cheeks and patted them.

“Alright, mom give her back,” he gently tugged you away from her as you waved bye, saying how great it was to meet everyone. The drive home was quiet, the windows rolled down, your eyes shut, feeling the breeze skirt across your face.

His hand held yours the entire time, thumb brushing against the back of it. “Everyone loved you, just so you know. Think you’re way too good for me,” his soft smile had your chest growing warm. You didn’t respond with words, only tightening your grip on his hand, saying all you needed to. 

Weeks later at dinner with Josh you took a moment in the lull of his constant chatter to interject. “Hey babe. What would you think about meeting my mom this weekend?” It was like you had asked him to marry you. The excitement coursed through him and he started talking incredibly fast. 

“Oh my god, yes, absolutely. She wants to meet me? What do you want to do? Why don’t I take us all out to dinner? Obviously we’ll go to her. What good restaurants are there?” He grabbed his phone to start looking as you chuckled at his giddiness, grabbing his hand to still him. 

“Josh, take a breath. She wants to cook for us,” he switched gears, asking what he should wear. He was nervous and you thought it was adorable. This was much less intimidating than when you met his family, but he wanted to make the best impression on her.

In his eyes it was more difficult. With his family, if one person didn’t like you that was fine because there were a dozen others that did. With your family it was just your mom. If she didn’t like him, what the hell was he going to do? 

When you pulled up to your home, Josh nervously fixed his shirt, having your hand in a death grip as you walked to the door. He was in awe of the mid-century home that sat on the hill away from other houses. 

You walked in and the smell of home cooking greeted you both. It was incredibly quiet, the sounds of cooking took up the space as well as some music playing very low in the background, almost on silent. 

“Hi, mom,” you spoke out as you entered the kitchen. Her face lit up as she hurried over to you both, taking you in a tight hug. “Hi, baby,” Josh watched as you two stayed locked in the hug for a beat longer than normal. You didn’t get out to see your mom often, her being a few hours drive from you, so you cherished the time you could get.

You looked briefly at the boy whose eyes wandered the rooms he could see and noticed that they all appeared like no one ever lived in them. 

As you pulled back, you grabbed Josh’s hand and gently pulled him forward, snapping his attention back to the moment. “Mom, this is Josh,” her smile brightened even more as she took him into a hug. “Josh, welcome to our home. It’s so nice to meet you,” he smiled at her as she ushered you both to sit down. 

“Thank you so much for inviting me over,” Josh spoke out as you pointed to the chair he should take. She brought you both a glass of wine, but you didn’t sit with him, going around the island to see what she needed help with. 

“Oh, of course, Josh. You-” she pointed at you with a smile, “go sit down. I got this,” you followed her instructions going and sitting while taking your hand in Josh’s, lacing your fingers together and giving him a reassuring smile. 

“Josh, what do you do?” She turned leaning on the counter, smiling gently as she sipped from her glass.

You three fell into easy conversation over dinner. Josh told her stories of him and his brothers, their passions for music, his adoration of film, and his love for you. Your mom listened intently to his stories, occasionally adding to the conversation between you two, but she mainly observed. 

As the night wound down, you took over the dishes for her, leaving her and Josh to chat in the living room for a bit. You could hear her laugh echo in the house at whatever Josh had said. You wandered into the room and peered around the corner, seeing the two of them chat like old friends.

She loved him. Of course she did. Who didn’t love Josh? 

“Babe, we gotta get going. It’s a long drive back,” you sighed reluctantly as he stood at the same time as your mom. “Let me use the restroom real quick, then we’ll go,” he kissed your cheek as he walked by. 

Your mom gave you a soft smile, waiting to hear the noise of the door click. “He’s sweet, love. I like him,” she knew you were waiting for her to speak. A breath of relief rushed from your chest, a smile growing at her words, but she turned, grabbing the empty glass as she continued. 

“But he’s going to hurt you. Not intentionally I don’t think, but it will happen. You two are so-” she took a breath, walking past you to the kitchen, your stomach flipping as you listened to her talk, smile falling down as she continued, “different. Too different. He’s into that music thing which is great, but that will end up being his personality. It’ll take over his life and that’ll be great for him. Not for you. I’m not saying it can’t work out, but you are my baby and I want you to be okay. I just want what’s best for you and I don’t want you to get hurt. Just be careful, okay?” 

You didn’t have time to respond before he reappeared, arm slipping around your waist. “Ready to hit the road, mouse?” You nodded, plastering a smile on your face despite the feeling of dread sitting heavy in your stomach. 

“Yeah, let’s go,” you walked to the door, taking your mom in a hug as she rubbed your back, her words sitting heavy on you. “Josh, come back anytime. It was a pleasure having you. I want to hear more stories about those wild brothers of yours,” he chuckled, letting your mom briefly hug him. 

“Of course, I have a million more to share. Thank you again for having me,” you two walked to the car and as he drove away, you watched your mom growing smaller and smaller as you drove off. 

Her words rattled you for a bit, but as time moved forward, you and Josh stayed strong. You believed he was the love of your life and who you were destined to be with. As his music took off with his brothers and the years rolled on, you continued on your track as he ventured off to focus on the band.

They had become a huge success and you got to watch him blossom into a captivating man. You loved his brothers and they took you in as one of their own without hesitation. It was what you had missed as a child and although it was a lot to deal with, you slowly got more used to it. 

You would never be the person to actively seek out activity that would cast you in any sort of social light, but you felt calmer with Josh by your side. He loved introducing you to people and telling them, “The love of my life is a librarian. She runs her own library, like she’s the lady in charge.” It always made your face burn, tucking further into his side as he said the most praising things about you everytime he could.

The two of you had moved in together two years into your relationship and it was the perfect chaos of your combined personalities. When Josh needed to come home and destress after a long day at the studio, you ensured that the house was set for that. He knew when you needed more attention than normal, never going out of your way to ask for it, but he would dote on you. Pulling you from the couch to dance with you, hands always on you in some way, asking you to talk about your day just to hear your voice and knowing when you needed to talk about your problems. 

When he was gone on tour, you started missing his constant presence in the house, but you were okay. Everyone swore you had the perfect personality to be matched with someone like Josh, despite being polar opposites you both were exactly what the other needed. 

Your mom's words never left your mind though. Keeping a watchful eye on things over the years to be able to tell if something was going to happen, but as time went on, it fell off your radar completely. 

That’s why when things did change, you didn’t catch it earlier. 

The first time an icky feeling wormed its way into your gut was on a Friday night. You had been reading on the couch, already having washed your face and thrown on your pajamas, when Josh walked out of your room, fully dressed. 

Your brows furrowed as you looked at him. “Where you going, bug?” He grabbed his phone from the counter, slipping his shoes on as he walked over to where you sat, quickly kissing your temple. “Going to get a drink with my brothers. I’ll be back later, okay?” You nodded, offering a tired smile as he left. 

That hadn’t been the time it had made you feel odd. It was the fifth time it happened. 

It was that time where he didn’t walk over to kiss you goodbye, only quickly saying a whispered goodnight over his shoulder as he talked to someone on the phone in an upset tone, leaving the house and you sitting completely alone. You took in a shaky breath, but pushed the feeling down. 

He just forgot. 

You had asked him a few days later if he wanted to go out for dinner that night and he excitedly agreed. As you two sat at your favorite place, he got your order wrong. You chuckled awkwardly as he ordered before correcting him. He looked shocked that he had gotten it wrong, but you shrugged it off.

“You’ve been tired. How was today by the way?” You sipped your drink as he brushed off the topic. “We finally recorded my song, but it wasn’t anything like I wanted it to be. Nothing new,” your heart sank a tiny bit. 

Josh had never passed on the opportunity to talk about his passions, especially the album they had been slaving over for months. You sat quietly, almost unsure what else to talk about, but the waiter brought your appetizer and he started on a story about what Jake had done last week at the bar they had gone to. Without you, again. 

Little moments like that came and went, but they hung heavy over you. You felt like you were watching Josh make moves away from you. Was he growing and you weren’t entirely keeping up with that? You had felt content with how your life currently was. How you were together, but doubt settled in you because Josh didn’t appear to be feeling the same way anymore. 

You and Jita sat chatting at dinner a few weeks later, but she grabbed her phone and sighed anxiously. “I meant to show you, this is what I’m wearing to the release party next week. What are you wearing? We should match, that would be so cute!”

As she showed you the photos, you shifted in your seat, uncomfortable silence falling on the table as you quietly answered. “Uh-what party?” You tried to laugh through the nausea that sat in your throat. The brothers eyes all darted to Josh, who looked back at you before what had happened dawned on him.

“Shit, I meant to tell you tonight. The album release party is next week,” you stared at him as he refused to look at you, instead making eye contact with Jake. Jita cleared her throat, trying to clear the tension that sat. 

“Okay, well we can find you something. We have time!” You forced a smile as your heart sank further into your gut. You felt sick to your stomach and excused yourself from the table, walking quickly to the bathroom as the restaurant was growing too loud for your liking, needing a moment to calm down and breathe. 

When you left the table, your hearing tuned in to yourself to calm down, but you heard Sam speak first. “Josh, what the fucks going on, man?” Your eyes welled with tears as you eyed the restroom, opting to step out of the building instead. 

The door opened and closed behind you as your shaking hands grabbed the railing in front of you. “Hey mouse. You feeling okay?” You knew that voice anywhere. Turning and smiling at Danny, you nodded your head.

“Just a bit loud is all,” he stood next to you and stared out at the city view in front of you both. You and Danny had grown unbelievably close over the years, finding comfort in each other with how quiet and reserved the two of you could be. He never pried more than necessary and his presence was a comfort on its own. 

When your breathing calmed down Danny chuckled. “I have no idea what I’m supposed to wear to that party. Apparently it’s a formal thing, but I mean, do they even know us?” You laughed as he spoke. “Throw on some dress pants and shirt and you’ll be set.”

After a bit of time, you wandered back into the restaurant to see the group getting up from the table. Josh looked at you both and then focused his attention on you. “Ready to go?” You nodded, saying goodnight to everyone and following him out. 

It was quiet the entire drive home and when you got home, Josh went straight to bed. 

You and Jita went shopping the next day and you found a dress that made you feel beautiful and what you thought would make Josh’s eyes bug out of his head a bit. It was you stepping out of your comfort zone and you knew Josh would be proud of you for doing so.

The day of the event, you spent hours getting ready. You made sure your hair was just right, makeup done tastefully, and the dress was on correctly. He was waiting in the living room for you and when you came out, his eyes were glued to his screen.

You felt silly being so nervous, but this was something you hadn’t done before and you were anxious to see what he would say. Josh heard you enter the room and he quickly looked at you and smiled before going and grabbing his keys.

“You look good, mouse. Ready?” You didn’t know how to react, just grabbing your bag and nodding your head, walking out behind him. Maybe you expected too much. You had put too high of hopes. Maybe you didn’t look as good as you had previously thought. 

When you entered the party with him, Josh broke from you almost immediately, saying he was going to talk to some people. When Sam and Jake’s eyes fell on you, their smiles took over their entire face. “Jesus Christ, mouse. You look fantastic. Absolutely breathtaking,” your face burned as Jita came and showed you the table where you were all supposed to sit. 

You sat at that table waiting for Josh for almost an hour with Jita before Jake came and took her away. Danny came up behind you, startling you as you jumped with a laugh. “What’s a pretty girl like you sitting here all alone for?” Your eyes fell to Josh and saw him laughing and chatting with a group of people you didn’t know and Danny followed your gaze. “Ah, you know I’m not good at this stuff,” you waved your arm around the space, trying to laugh off the situation, but he wasn’t having it.

“He’s being stupid. C’mon, I’ll take you around then if he won’t,” you took Danny’s arm, letting him lead you around the room, chatting with people you had never met and seeing others you had known for years. 

You had never felt so grateful for someone to be your saving grace at that moment than you were for Danny. You two had a blast, laughing together as you leaned against the bar, people watching and snickering into your glasses. 

When you two landed back at the table, just the two of you, your eyes instinctively found the boy you had been in love with since you were a teenager. 

Your mom was right. The more you thought about it, the more you realized it. Sadness took over your being as you thought to yourself. You two were such extreme opposites that it wasn’t going to work. Especially as he continued to morph into a person that was more outgoing than ever before. He was outgrowing you. 

Danny saw you staring off into space and you felt his hand take yours. “Danny?” You asked out, seeing him eye you, waiting for you to continue. “Do you think Josh still loves me?” You whispered it out, only wanting him to hear. He was basically your best friend and someone you knew would give you what you needed to hear not what you wanted to hear. 

Your eyes fell to him and a sad smile took over your face as your eyes grew glossy. “It’s okay. Be honest with me,” he shook his head and spoke, pulling your attention solely to him. “Of course he does. He’s been tired from working on this album, we’ve all been fighting more than normal and I know that’s taking it out of everyone right now, and I know things have been weird, but they’ll go back. It’s you,” he said it like it was so obvious, but it only further solidified what you were thinking.

He was right. It was you. 

You and Josh drove home together that night and when you tried to make small talk to break the silence that you couldn’t feel comfortable in no matter what peace you tried to find, you instantly regretted it. 

“That was fun tonight. It was fun seeing everyone all dressed up. I met a lot of new people and saw people I hadn’t seen in ages,” your fingers linked through themselves as you spoke, but Josh only scoffed at your words. Irritation seeped into every syllable he spoke. 

“Yeah, you sat at that table all night. You didn’t talk to anyone except Danny,” you bit back any more words, knowing if you spoke anymore it would only escalate the situation. You weren’t good with confrontation and tried to diffuse situations at any chance you could to make sure you would escape unscathed. 

That meant remaining quiet for the rest of the ride home. When you pulled up to the house and went inside, Josh went and sat on the couch as you went to your room and changed. He hadn’t moved as you reappeared, but he spoke as soon as he saw your figure. 

“Why couldn’t you try? Just tonight, why not?” Your face contorted in confusion as he spoke. “What do you mean?” He laughed dryly as he continued on. “I needed one night's worth of effort from you. To go around and talk to people. Do you know how embarrassing it was to see you sitting at the table like a scolded child?” Your jaw hung slack at his words, eyes wide in shock as he spoke.

“I did talk to people. I went around with Danny for a bit,” you whispered back, not wanting to speak louder, not sure if you could. “I’m sorry if I embarrassed you. I didn’t mean to, but I don’t really have anything to apologize for Josh. I hardly knew anyone at the event anyways. I went around the room and spoke to plenty of people all without you,” he shook his head, running his hands through his hair. 

“With Danny! Not alone! You didn’t know anyone? Then go talk to people! You hardly left his side all night, it was like he took you, not me,” you crossed your arms and looked at him in disbelief.

 “That’s your fault, not mine. The second we walked in the door, you disappeared. Danny didn’t want me sitting by myself,” he cut you off as you tried to keep talking, overpowering you easily in the conversation.

“Of course he didn’t, but I did. Here’s what we’ll do, you just sit here in your silence like you always do and I’ll be in there cooling down so I don’t say anything else stupid, yeah?” Your eyes widened as he spoke, unsure where he had gotten that from. He walked out of the room, closing the bedroom door with a slam behind him.

You didn’t need this. Didn’t deserve this. You quickly grabbed your shoes and car keys, leaving and taking a breather for the night.

When you pulled up to an empty parking lot, you sat in your car and cried. You cried for what you knew you had lost. Your Josh had been gone for a while and someone new stood in his place. Someone that didn’t suit you anymore. Someone that needed something different, someone to better match what his life was like. That wasn’t you. 

You were sitting on the empty living room floor, taking in the space around you and smiling to yourself at the memories that were going to happen in this place. The home you now shared with Josh. It was quiet, letting you close your eyes for a second and listen to the house itself. 

“Okay, mouse. Movers are gonna be here in like twenty minutes, we need to go to a store of some sort to get some basics. Mom, dad, and brothers are coming up tomorrow. I think we made sure the air mattress was unpacked and in the Jeep so we have somewhere to sleep tonight,” his rambling echoed and bounced off the empty walls and you just smiled, listening to him grow closer to where you sat. 

His large hands landed on your knees, creeping up your thighs, forehead pushing against yours. “Sorry, didn’t know you were in quiet time,” you let your hands go behind his ears, tucking the hair back and opening your eyes.

“I was just listening to the house is all. Getting used to its noises,” he hummed, landing his lips against yours before pushing you onto your back and laying on you. His lips moved from yours to your neck and you giggled as his fingers tickled your sides.

“Talk more to me, Josh. What else do we need to do?” He pulled back, dotting the end of each of his sentences with a kiss somewhere new on you. A knock on the door pulled you two from the little world you had fallen in and he stood, taking you with him. 

“Ready to build our world together?” You sunk into his side as his arm wrapped around your shoulder, kissing your forehead as you walked to the door. “Can’t wait.”

You hiccuped in the car from crying so hard, hand angrily wiping at your face as the tears continued to fall. The house had seen so many good memories, but lately they had only consisted of you or the two of you on opposite ends of the world you both had constructed for the two of you. 

Your phone went off and as you checked it you saw missed calls and messages from Josh, one text from Jake which meant he was calling everyone. You texted Jake back quickly before he talked to anyone else. 

Twin #2- Hey Josh called me asking if I’d heard from you. You okay? What’s going on?

You- I’m good. Just taking a breather

Twin #2- I’ll let him know. I’m here if you need me 

Your tears fell harder as that message popped up on your screen. Losing Josh didn’t just mean parting from him, but from the family you had become a part of that you absolutely adored. 

“Okay, okay! This one is for mouse, from Karen and Kelly,” Ronnie handed you a beautifully wrapped present that had your chin wobbling. “Guys, I told you no gifts please,” his mom waved you off as you leaned against Josh. “Go on and open it!”

He eagerly watched as you opened the wrapping. When you pulled out a photo album that was full of pictures of you and the siblings, extended family, and Josh you bit back tears. “I know how much you love going through those books and I wanted you to have one, too. You’re one of us now and that means you get an album, but it stays here with the rest of them.”

You had never felt more at home with a group of people then you did with them and this made you feel like a part of a family that you had never would have thought you would get to be a part of. 

“This is the best gift I’ve ever been given. Thank you,” you choked back tears as you spoke and Josh kissed your head, taking it and going through it. “Actually that would be me, but this is a close second,” you slapped his arm as everyone groaned at him, Sam throwing wrapping paper in your direction. Josh kissed your cheek as he giggled with you.

“Who’s next? I’ve been skipped twice now!” Jake yelled into the room as he moved under the tree to grab another gift.

Staring out onto the horizon, it was still dark, the sun not expected to rise for the next couple of hours. The calls and texts from others stopped, but Josh persisted. You eventually shut your phone off, not wanting to see the panicked questions from him on where you were and why you had left. 

Silence was your friend. It had been for the majority of your life, but now as you sat in it, staring into the rolling hills, it ate at you. 

Josh brought a chaos of noise with him wherever he went and over time it was what you had come to love in your home, just like how he craved the sanctuary of quiet you brought with you wherever you went. 

It was late. Extremely late. Far too late for you to be up and waiting for him to return home, but you hadn’t seen him in weeks and were desperate to just catch sight of him for a second.

What you didn’t expect to happen was to drift off to sleep on the couch waiting for his impending arrival. 

As Josh entered into your shared home, the silence greeted him in a welcoming embrace. It stilled his thoughts, dulled the overstimulating tremble in his hands, evened his breathing out, eyes slipping shut to savor the quiet, tuning in his listening to see if he could place you somewhere in the house.

He spotted you from the entryway into the living room, curled up into the corner of the couch, throw blanket haphazardly thrown over your lap, a book you had been reading to keep you awake was about to fall onto the floor.

His heart ached at the sight of you. It was dimly lit in the house, your chest was rising and falling signaling you had been out for a bit. He crept towards you, removing the blanket and brushing his hand over your forehead, fingers rubbing into your scalp to lightly wake you. 

As your eyes slowly peeled open and you saw his large doe eyes crinkling as he smiled at you, one hand on your head, the other on your knee, rubbing small circles into the fabric of your pajama pants, you smiled back tiredly and groaned. 

Your hand pushed through his messy curls, moving them from his forehead as you spoke. “Hi bug,” he chuckled as your sleep riddled voice broke the silence of the room, the first time he’d heard your sound in person in weeks. 

“Hi mouse,” he leaned forward, setting his lips on yours in a kiss that was normally far too gentle for him, but seemed perfect in the moment. Your fingers cradled his jaw as he slowly moved his mouth on yours. 

As he pulled back you let your hand rest in its spot and slightly pouted at the boy. “‘M so sorry, bug. I tried to stay up,” he shook his head, lips landing on your forehead. “Don’t apologize, mama. Our flight was delayed getting in. It’s already almost two. C’mon, let’s go to bed, yeah?” 

You nodded, getting up from the couch, wrapping your arms around his neck, breathing in deeply as his arms enclosed around your waist, holding you for just a second. “Missed you, mama,” his murmured voice was muffled by his head moving to the nook of your neck. 

Your hands traveled from his neck up to his head, tangling your fingers in the locks and sighing at the happiness coursing through you as you held him. 

The two of you stayed like that for longer than you thought, just drinking in one another, willing time to stay like it was just you two in the world. In the world you two had created together, it was just you two. It was always just you two. 

As you opened the front door to the house, music shook the walls and the sound of pans clattering in the kitchen created a ringing in your ears that had a smile creeping onto your face.

It had been a long day at work and all you wanted to do was get home to your boy since he had been gone for so long. The noise that rattled through the rooms leading you to him was what you had craved since his departure. It meant your other half was there and present with you. 

When you turned the corner and saw him in the kitchen, dirty dishes piled high in the sink, but two plates of food sitting at the dining room table, the scene made you laugh. His back was to you, not knowing that you had arrived home because of how loud the music was. 

His mop of curls bopped along to the song playing through the speakers and his soft voice whispered under his breath with the lyrics. 

“You know you are the only person I know who needs to use every single pan we own to make dinner?” He startled at your presence, almost dropping the bottle of wine he held in his hands, but his rosy cheeks lifted with his smile at you. 

“Shit, mama. Don’t scare me like that. C’mon, come sit. I made your favorite dinner. Don’t look at the kitchen, I’ll clean later,” he approached you, arms wrapping around you and pulling you to him. You drank him in as your lips connected, savoring the fleeting moment before he led you to your seat. 

You stared at him the entire time through the meal. Candles illuminated the room as he spoke, dancing on the walls and basking his shadow in a fitting glow. It was like watching a show on the far wall as his movements cast onto it. 

His hand wrapped around your own and pulled it to his lips after he finished another story from the few weeks they had been gone. “I love you,” you spoke it out as he eyed you, eyes gleaming at your words. He pulled you from your chair and onto his lap, nuzzling his face into your neck, eyes slipping shut and breathing you in. 

“I love you more. Tell me about the writing you’ve done while I was gone,” he spoke in a quieter tone, signaling to you that it was your turn to fill the space as he sat back and listened like it was the last story he would ever hear. 

Your tears had stopped as the morning sun took over your face, finally peeking from behind the hills. Thinking back on the times you two had shared made you think of the last time you had heard Josh say those three words to you. You couldn’t remember the last time he had. 

Cringing at the words he had spoken to you insead last night. Reality felt like it was hurtling towards you at a pace you were not prepared to deal with. It was slapping you across the face and the stinging sensation was what told you that this was real and happening. 

Even though you never hoped it would. 

Josh moved around the stage like it was where he was meant to be. Fans screamed his name, shouting how much they loved him and you smiled as you heard it. Who couldn’t love Josh? 

As the show finished you made your way backstage to meet up with him and his brothers and smiled as you saw him already changed and waiting for you. His adrenaline was always at an extreme high after a show and he used you to ground him, get him back to normal. 

His hands found home on your hips as he attacked you with kisses, not bothering to say hi, letting his actions do that for him. Your laughter echoed in the space as he continued kissing you anywhere he could reach. 

“God, you guys, knock it off. I’m not drunk enough to deal with this right now,” Sam groaned as he walked past you two, but Josh flipped him off as he went by. “You enjoy the show? You feeling alright?” Josh’s voice was low so only you could hear him, thumbs brushing over your cheeks as you nodded your head, lightly pecking his lips. 

“It was great, sweetie. You were great. I’m good,” his lips landed on the tip of your nose as he nuzzled his face into the side of your neck, lips coming to the shell of your ear. “The boys want to go to a bar. You wanna go?” You knew he wanted to, which was why he brought it up and you were still feeling antsy after the energetic show and agreed quickly, seeing his face light up. 

You were tucked into Josh’s side in the booth and were two drinks in for the night and about to stop with anymore as the night continued on. Conversation bounced around the space between the group and you sat contently, listening to everyone shout over each other before eyes fell on you. 

“What do you do? I don’t think you’ve ever told me.” One of the newer tour members spoke out over everyone and you smiled at his question, clearing your throat to speak up louder than you were used to. 

“I’m just a librarian,” his eyes squinted as he smiled at your response, but Josh spoke up quickly. “Just a librarian? Her job is so important for society as a whole. The library she works for relies on her for everything, she runs the entire place,” he leaned forward on the table as he continued speaking, your heart fluttering as he spoke so passionately about your job. “Do you know all the programs that a single library runs? It’s absolutely mind boggling and she does it all.”

Josh continued talking about your position for the rest of the night before it was time to go, enlightening the group to the true meaning of what being a librarian was. 

When you two got home that night, he eyed you in bed and sighed. “Baby? I want to talk to you about tonight,” you felt your stomach sink at his words. What happened? Had you done something?

“I don’t like hearing you talk down on yourself or your job the way you do. I know you try to play it off like it’s nothing, but it really is important. It’s a part of you that you love and that I most definitely love and I don’t want to hear you talk down about it, okay? If you’re too nervous or whatever about it, then I will. I don’t want you to think I’m embarrassed about what you do or you because that’s not the case now and it never will be. I love what you do and I love you.” 

You were speechless at his words, not having realized before how upset those actions had made him. You were only able to nod in response before he kissed you and had you lying flush with him, head resting on his chest listening to his steady breathing as he quickly fell asleep after the day he had. 

You loved him and everything that came with him and he loved the same about you. 

Sitting in the driveway you stared at the house, fear pummeling you at having to go inside and face what was about to happen. Your hands shook tremendously and you could feel bile rising in your throat as you opened the door and stepped in. 

You took a moment to listen to the house, trying to get your heart rate down, but ultimately failing as you heard movement in the living room. Exhaling a shaky breath you made your way towards him, knowing he would be waiting for you. 

When he came into view, his hair was a disheveled mess and his back was facing the entryway. He hadn’t slept, you could easily tell. He heard your footsteps enter the room and he quickly turned to face you, eyes rimmed red and bloodshot, exhaustion clear on his face. 

“Jesus, thank god. Where the hell were you? You were gone all night and had me fucking panicking. What is going on? You just left,” he stood up from the couch and tried reaching for your hand, but you took a step back and put your own up to stop him.

His demeanor shifted at your movement and stopped in his spot as he eyed you, confusion evident in his eyes. “I came out to talk to you and you were just gone. Jake said you went to take a breather,” he lowered his voice to a quieter tone to match the level you were giving. 

It felt like you were staring at the old Josh again. The one you had fallen madly in love with all those years ago and who you had built the perfect little world with. The one you swore you were going to build a solid life with. The one who made you feel like you were the only person in the world when you were with him. It felt like it was him. 

You cleared your throat, voice wavering as you spoke. “Josh, I think we need to take a break,” you attempted to keep your voice still and not break as the words left your mouth. You had thought about it all night and you knew this was the only way to go forward because it wasn’t the same anymore and you weren’t sure it would ever be the same again. 

His eyes widened, tears forming as the sentence settled over the room. “What?” His voice was barely a whisper and would have fallen on deaf ears, but you heard. You always heard. 

“I think we need to take a break. I don’t think this-” you motioned between the two of you, standing on opposite sides of the room, but might as well have been on opposite sides of the world, “is working anymore, Josh.” You felt your eyes burning, knowing fresh tears were threatening to fall. 

He didn’t make a move, didn’t tear his eyes away from your figure, didn’t breathe as he responded. “What?” Was all he could respond with, knowing his brain wouldn’t function with more thoughts other than that.

Your eyes fell downcast to the floor, looking at your sock clad feet and sniffled before continuing. 

“I don’t know what changed, but something changed. You don’t treat me the same anymore. Last night you said you were embarrassed of me,” your eyes flashed up to see how he reacted to your words, tears spilling down your face and his as you willed yourself to continue. 

“I am so sorry that I am not a social butterfly, honest to god I am so sorry. I want to be that for you, I try, I promise I do, but it’s not me. That’s you. The energy you bring to everything's amazing and I love it so much, but I am not you. I am quiet and reserved and I used to think that was what you loved about me, but damn it I’m watching you start to resent me for it, Josh,” you were talking quickly, words spilling out of your mouth as your thoughts raced. 

“I think you need someone better suited for you because I don’t think it’s me anymore. You don’t invite me out with the group anymore, you didn’t want me to go to the event last night and when I was there you didn’t even look my way all night. Do you know the last time you said I love you to me? It was a month and two weeks ago and I don’t think you love me anymore. I don’t want you to feel stuck with me because that’s not fair to either of us.”  

As you finished, trying to catch your breath as tears continued their track down your cheeks, you looked at him. He had no expression on his face as he listened intently to you, hanging on every word you said. 

“You don’t think I love you anymore?” He spoke out after a beat, voice cracked and broken as he spoke out in disbelief that he was even saying those words to you. In response, you shook your head, looking back down at the floor. 

“I think you did. I do, but I think you’ve outgrown me, Josh. I think we are just too different,” he moved quickly around the room, putting his shoes on and grabbing his keys off the counter, and moving towards the door, grabbing your own shoes before coming back to face you.

“You need to come with me,” he crouched in front of you, putting your shoes on and grabbed your hand and pulled you with him out the door. “Josh, I’m not going anywhere with you right now,” you stopped as he got to the car, but he rushed back around and stood in front of you and took in a shaky breath, hands clearly trembling as he spoke. 

“I need you to just come with me, baby, please. I have to show you something and I swear after if you think I don’t love you anymore then we can figure out what we need to do, but please, just come with me,” he was begging, his eyes were filled with fear, chin wobbling as he spoke. 

You nodded and got in the passenger seat, Josh hurrying to get you to where he needed to take you. 

The ride there was silent, he fought the urge to grab your hand in his own, eyes attempting to take in your features and keep watch of the road as he drove. You sighed as you saw the recording studio come into view, this being the last place on earth you wanted to be. 

You reluctantly got out and followed him into the empty building, sitting where he told you to sit and eyeing him as he moved to do what he needed to.

He turned and faced you, eyes scanning your face and noticing the irritation and sorrow flashing across your features. “I lied to you,” your eyebrows knit together at his confession. 

“I lied to you for months and I am so sorry. We weren’t going out on the nights where I would leave. We were coming here. Every single night for months. I didn’t tell you because I knew you would be worried about the amount of hours I was working. I was here when everyone else wasn’t because I needed everything just right. I needed the most important thing I have ever written to be perfect because it needed to be for you. I obsessed over it and lost sleep over it and fought with my brothers over it because no matter what we did I just couldn’t fucking get it right. I wanted it to be as perfect as you and that just isn’t possible, but damn if this isn’t as close as we could get,” you watched as he spoke so fast he was tripping over his own words, hands going wild as he acted out them out, eyes bouncing around the room as he tried to explain it to you. 

His hand hit something on the board in front of you both and when music started playing, your thoughts went quiet. The buzzing of your mind ceased and you were able to solely focus on what was playing through the room. 

It was simply the most beautiful thing you had ever heard written from Josh and his thoughts. Pure art that he made into musical formation in a way you would never understand. In a way that he did just for you. 

You had never heard anything like it before and as it came to an end and you turned slowly to look at him, he dropped to his knees directly in front of you, hands splaying across your thighs as he started talking again, tone back to quiet to speak in a way that he only ever did for you. 

“I fucked up and I am so sorry. I shouldn’t have lied to you and left you like I did. I neglected you for months and I made you think I didn’t love you anymore and I will never be able to apologize enough for that,” his hands moved up to cradle your face, hands still shaking as he did, tears falling down both of your cheeks, “but I do love you. More than you will ever know. I love how quiet you are and how reserved you are, I swear I love that about you. I said things to you last night that I absolutely should have not said, but I am not embarrassed of you.”

His eyes fell down as he shook his head, whispering out as he spoke. “I was jealous of you and Danny. Time got away from me and when I realized that, he had already swooped you up and it pissed me off a lot more than it should have, but I wanted to walk you around. Do you know how breathtaking you looked last night and he got to show you off, not me,” you let a wet laugh bubble from your lips as he chuckled through his own tears and the stupidity of the situation.

“You know that I get caught up in the heat of the moment and that happened last night and I am sorry. I love that you listen to me talk for hours on end about literally nothing, that when I’ve had an overstimulating day which is more often than not, I can come home to the peaceful sanctuary that you crafted for us, and I love that you think before you speak because god knows I don’t,” his thumbs brushed the tears off your face as he kissed the tip of your nose, your hands locking around his wrists, eyes closing as he did.

“I love the look you get on your face when you’re concentrating on something and your tongue pokes out. You know what I love the most about you? That you’re my opposite. I need that, I need you. I love you so much, mouse, more than anything and I am so sorry.” The panic in his tone had him speaking quickly, stumbling over his words, trying to get everything out before you spoke back to him. 

His eyes remained shut as he rested his forehead against yours, shaking his head as he held you to him. “I will spend the rest of my life telling you how much I love you because you have to know that I love you.”

Your eyes searched for his as they reopened, taking you in as you nodded your head, hands rubbing his forearms as you finally spoke back.

“Let’s start with today first,” a breath he didn’t know he had been holding exhaled from his lungs, crashing his lips onto yours in a desperate and frightened manner, before pulling back with a small laugh. 

“I need to communicate better. You’d think with how much I talk I’d be better at that.” Your laughter mixed with his as it echoed off the walls, head tipped back as he refused to take his hands off of you, not wanting to let you go for a second.

When you two got home, Josh didn’t hesitate to take you to your shared room and climb under the covers together, pure exhaustion pulling you both into sleep after the events of the last day. You laid there, completely still, as you listened to his breathing even out as he held you. His heartbeat was steady, arm heavy around you, nose in your hair as he drifted off to sleep. 

Your fingers tangled with his as you let the silence of the space enclose around you. Silence was your friend and had been for most of your life. It was always a welcome presence for you, but not as much as he was. 

His energy and noise that traveled with him like a second being was what you craved every single day. He was what you craved. Your polar opposite. 

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cliché - dylan o’brien (teacher!dylan)

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warnings: there’s a little age gap here but it’s not really specified (i’m thinking the reader’s probably like 24/25 while dylan is 30)

a/n: felt like posting my first dylan fic todayyy 👀 idk how to feel about this like i LOVE the idea so much but idk if i wrote it well??? hope yall like teacher!dyl as much as i do! and i’m so sorry that this is so shorttt

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imagine being in a zoom class with him okay moving on

Tapping your toes, you are waiting impatiently for your morning coffee order in the cafe right next to your campus. You lean on the counter, watching the barista prepare your drink. It’s your first day of your masters degree, unsure of what’s waiting ahead of you. You’ve heard from other seniors that your master is supposedly different from your bachelor, having to handle a pile of assignments along with bigger projects altogether.

“Y/N.” You hear the barista calls. You nod and gave him a small smile before grabbing your coffee. But just as you turn around to leave, you are met with the sight of a man’s chest right in front of you. Not having any time to process what happened, you bump right into him, spilling your newly bought coffee all over his tidy shirt.

Gosh, you’re such a klutz, Y/N.

Cursing under your breath, you immediately take some tissues from the counter, shamelessly trying to clean your drink that is now on him.

“I’m so sorry,” you apologize hastily, still rubbing his shirt in an aimless attempt to get the soaked coffee off his attire. But you are soon stopped by a strong grip on your wrist, immediately halting all of your movements.

“It’s fine. There’s barely any stain,” a deep voice reassure you despite the obvious brown patch on his shirt. You look up, finally seeing the owner of the voice. The brunette’s honey eyes stare right into yours. His features are warm and soft but also sharp and charismatic at the same time, thanks to the stubble beard decorating his face.

“No, really, I feel bad. How do I make it up to you?” you question desperately, feeling more guilty now that he’s actually nice about it.

“If you’re really insisting, you can take me out for a treat then,” he suggests with a light tone, his lips pressing into a genuine smile.

“Okay, well-“ You pause, catching a glimpse of the digital clock on the wall. You squint your eyes, making sure what you are seeing was right before you gasp.

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry but I have a class to attend to in like 3 minutes, I’m sorry, I promise I’ll make it up to you!” you frantically ramble while walking away backward, before immediately fleeing after the last sentence, too panicked to give him a chance to reply.

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Finally seated in the hall, you let out a long sigh of relief. Apparently, despite being late for a few minutes, the professor is still nowhere to be found.

If only you knew your professor would be late, you would’ve stayed back a little longer to ask for the cute coffee guy’s number.

“Good morning everyone,” a voice you recognize echoes around the vast hall as your head shoots up faster than a bullet.

Yup, it was him. Your little cafe crush. How cliché.

The sight of the familiar man causes you to internally scream out of embarrassment, your jaw dropping to the floor, totally dumbfounded.

Could this get any worse?

“I’m sorry for being late. I swear I’m not those annoying slow professors and I really hate making a bad first impression but clearly the universe has other plans.” He gestures to the coffee stain on his shirt, the one that you caused by the way, as light laughter fills the hall.

And, it just did.

Despite his humorous intent, you can only bury your head in your palms, silently dying. He proceeds to his table to unpack his bag, zipping the front pocket open and taking out a marker.

“But anyway, welcome to advanced econ 101,” he scribbles messily on the board as he enunciates each word.

“I’m Dylan and I will be your lecturer for this semester so bear with me,” he introduces himself, heading back to the table to set his laptop.

Once, he’s done, he clasps his hands together. “Okay, let’s start with the class shall we?”

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Chattering fills the hall once again, the long lecture finally coming to an end. You do not waste a single second as you dump all your things into your back, quickly shuffling on your feet to exit the building. As you are about to pass the front of the hall, you duck your head low in hopes that your awfully attractive teacher will not notice your presence. But just as you thought you are going to get away with it, you hear his voice call.

“Hey, you!” Panicked, you halt in your tracks, standing frozen unable to move.

“Yes, you, grey sweater, jeans, white shoes,” he declares the outfit you are wearing which gives you no choice but to face him.

Collecting the crumbling courage you have left, you finally turn around, approaching him nervously. “Yes, is there something wrong?”

“Yeah, you promised to make it up to me,” he grins, making you chuckle sheepishly.

“I’m a woman of my words,” you reply, your nerves starting to die down a little from his cool response.

“And does she have a name?” he raises his eyebrows.

“Y/N.”

Finally getting to hear your name, his lips curl into a radiant smile.

“Okay, Y/N, how about you give me your number so you can pay for the coffee you owe me.” His arm reaches out to hand him his phone.

The universe really does love its clichés.

[ptergwen]

If you do smut can you do like stark!reader x peter parker (spiderman) are dating 3-4 month and y/n and peter had their very fluff first time then next morning y/n has hickies all over her neck and her thights stomach... and tony/ her dad sees it and is confronting them with it😂 i love your stories 🤤

just saying hi

w/c: 2.5k

warnings: veryyyy suggestive, swearing, some pretty embarrassing moments

a/n: thank you babe! i didn’t write the actual smut but y’all can guess what happened 😭 also this is super long i couldn’t help myself

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it was everything. it was everything you ever wanted your first time to be and more.

you’d brought up to peter during a make out session one night that you were ready to go farther than you two already have. there was one base you didn’t hit yet. the fourth, the final. you were thinking about it for a while before that, and peter would be lying if he said he didn’t.

your love has always been physical, whether it’s you kissing peter’s cuts after a mission or him tracing hearts on you with his fingers. there’s also the more sexual side of things. that part, you both enjoy just as much, maybe even a little more because you know exactly how to make each other feel good after all the trial and error.

what better way to combine the two than, well, making love?

last night was your sign from the universe, your go ahead to do it. you had the compound to yourselves because your dad had taken all the “big kids” out for the night. you’re both well into college, but he refuses to see you as adults. that meant no peter and no you. you two were a little offended until you realized you could make use of your alone time.

you started off searching for a movie. that turned into you wrestling peter for the remote because you didn’t feel like watching back to the furure yet again. wrestling turned into you on top of him, which turned into you kissing him, which turned into peter throwing the remote somewhere and carrying you up to your room with his lips still on yours.

neither of you had to say it. you were on the same page, same wavelength, two brains in one as peter layed you down and trailed his kisses lower and lower.

peter was so gentle with you, except for when you told him not to be. those were the times he didn’t hold back. he was attentive and sweet and showed you quite a few times how much he loves you. you showed him just the same. yeah, it was really everything.

“morning, baby. you awake yet?” peter hums against the shell of your ear, arms wound comfortably around you. “kinda,” you mumble back with a goofy smile. he presses his lips to your ear and nuzzles his face in the side of your neck. “kinda... how’d you sleep?” you can hear the grin in his voice. his nose nudges your bare skin where a fresh hickey lies and makes you scrunch your own up.

“good, really good. always love sleeping with you.” you’re both aware of the alternate meaning that has now. “funny,” peter lets out a breathy laugh against you and brushes his thumb over your stomach where your shirt got ridden up. you sigh, enjoying his soft touch and reaching behind you to play with his curls. they’re a lot messier than usual from you tugging on them all last night.

peter removes his face from your neck and carefully turns you onto your other side. you’re facing him now, eyes trained on his concerned expression. “hey, just wanna check. how are you feeling? still sore?” a tiny smile stretches your face. he really does care about you and how you feel after everything. you know for a fact most other guys wouldn’t.

“i mean, yeah. you were... it was a lot, but i’ll be fine in a few days i think.” the mention of peter being a lot makes color rush to his face. you laugh quietly at that, cupping one of his cheeks that’s turning pink. “oh. i, um, i didn’t know that. sorry.” he smiles shyly as you smooth your thumb over his warm skin. “don’t be. it wasn’t as bad after i... adjusted a little,” you reassure him, making him lean into your palm.

“i really am sorry, y/n/n. can i make it up to you?” peter checks with you, eyes going up from yours to down your body. he hooks a finger in the waistband of your pajama shorts. “make you feel better?” the way he finishes his question with a bite of his lip is definitely tempting. so is your stomach yelling at you to put some food in it. you’ll have to wait.

“later. right now, you can make me breakfast,” you beam at him and take his hand. peter pushes his palm against yours, letting you lace your fingers together as he puffs some air out of his cheeks. “yeah, that’s gonna go well.” “i’m supervising. it will.” you capture his lips in a kiss, one he instantly reciprocates, free hand resting on your hip. just as it’s heating up, you break it.

“i’m hungry for actual food,” you giggle and roll out of his embrace. “ok, ok, ok. let’s go see what we have,” peter gives in with a chuckle, grabbing the same hand he was just holding and following you down to the kitchen.

he ends up popping some frozen waffles into the toaster, you sitting up on the counter with your phone out while he struggles through the different settings. “should i put it on bake? no, that doesn’t sound right,” he talks to himself with eyes squinted in concentration. “your dad made this thing so... detailed.” it’s an old stark industries toaster, one with options you probably don’t even need.

“yeah because he loves his toast, so maybe don’t break it. he’ll kill you or something,” you half playfully half seriously suggest. peter is one clumsy guy. he tsks at you and crouches down to read the words on the dial. there’s conveniently a setting for waffles, so he hits that one. he’s not sure how he hadn’t noticed it before.

since he’s down there, he takes one of your ankles in both hands and starts to kiss up your leg. it tickles when he gets to your knee, drawing a giggle out of you, but your phone still blocks his face. you’re doing it on purpose. “baby,” peter tries to get your attention in a soft voice. he presses a couple more kisses to your knee. you have to hold your breath so you don’t laugh again.

“baby girllll,” peter drags out, lips moving up your thigh. he nudges your phone with his nose much like a puppy would. “aye, i’m talkin’ to you here,” he says in a fake new york accent. you finally put it down next to you. “i’m listening.” you’re giving him a satisfied smile as he goes back to kissing you.

“just saying hi,” he looks up at you and moves your shorts aside while he kisses further and further to where you want. you scoot closer to him on the counter.

that’s when he stops. not only stops, gasps in horror. “what?” you ask quickly, his eyes fixed on your inner thighs. “i kind of, uh, marked you up. like, a lot.” he runs a finger gently over the bruised skin. you’re suddenly very aware of it now. it doesn’t exactly hurt, just feels bumpy and weird. you peer down at yourself to see the damage, eyes going wide.

“shit... they’re on my neck, too,” you remember, murmuring to him. you’ll have to cover these up before everyone gets home. worry flashes across peter’s face. “oh my god, i didn’t even realize. it- it was dark and you told me-“ “pete, it’s okay. it’s pretty hot,” you stop his rambling, reaching down and putting a hand on his shoulder. he frowns up at you.

“really? are you sure i didn’t go too far? because you can tell me.” you’ve always appreciated how much peter genuienly values your thoughts on things, in the bedroom and in other parts of your relationship. it does lead to a lot of second guessing, though. you squeeze his shoulder and let out a breath. “i’m sure, okay? it’s really not that serious. i’ll just change so no one can see.”

peter winds an arm around one of your legs, body relaxing ever so slightly under your touch. “okay.” he gives your thigh one final kiss, then rests his chin on it. “what about your neck?” “uh...” you hadn’t considered that yet. “makeup? a scarf?” you’ve seen enough tv to know neither of those work, but they’re your only options.

“yup. mr. stark is really gonna kill me now,” peter says under his breath, tensing up all over again. you furrow your eyebrows at him. “what? we’re literally grown adults, we can do whatever we want-“

tony claps loudly as he steps into the kitchen, announcing his return home. peter jumps up from between your legs faster than fast. he moves so he’s next to you, and you hop down from the counter.

“hello, daughter of mine. spider of man,” your dad greets you two, you pulling down your shorts with a plastered on smile. “or would it be man of spider?” he plucks an apple from the bowl on the table as he ponders his question. steve and wanda file into the room next. “second one,” peter replies, grinning a little too much to be normal. tony takes note of that.

wanda comes over to the fridge for a snack, which is close to where you and peter are. “how was last night?” you ask her to take the attention off you two. wanda settles on a yogurt and turns to you. “it was good. we shared a few hotel rooms, had our own party.” she glances over at peter, a knowing smirk playing on her lips. “seems like you two had a fun night of your own.”

peter’s mouth drops open. “how did you-“ he forgot she could read his mind and now knows everything that happened. you slap a hand over your forehead. “you couldn’t think about anything else? for, like, a minute?” you whisper yell at him. he uses his eyes to plead with you. “i’m sorry! i was looking at the hickeys-“ he realizes what he’s saying. “crap.”

shooting you a wink, wanda shuts the fridge and goes to join the rest of the team in the living room. lucky for you and peter, steve started lecturing tony about washing his fruit before he eats it. he didn’t hear any of that. there’s still the problem of your visible hickeys that you have zero seconds to hide.

“how the fuck am i supposed to cover these? they’re right in the center, peter!” you panic, your heart starting to race as peter fumbles for a dish towel. that’s the best he could come up with? “no!” you toss it back at him. he throws it on the counter with a pained look. tony and steve make their way over to you.

“oh, hush. a couple of deadly pesticides won’t shake me, stevey boy,” tony insists and takes another big bite of his apple. steve huffs in disapproval and crosses his arms. “you’re a big baby, tony. if you’re not gonna do the right thing, at least buy organic-“ with the world’s longest sigh, tony chucks his apple into the open garbage can.

“there. no more apple discourse.” steve shakes his head at your dad’s behavior. “that was a waste. you could’ve finished it.” “not with your nagging into my literal ear.” steve raises his hands in surrender before making his way out of the kitchen. tony side steps past him and over to you. “enough of that now. let’s have a welcome home hug from my girl.”

you share a look with peter, a look of pure fear that’s in both of your eyes. he’ll definitely notice the hickeys if he gets that close to you. he holds out his arms expectantly while peter scratches the back of his own neck. “sure, dad. welcome home.” an awkward smile on your lips, you bury your face in your dad’s chest and wrap your arms around him in one motion. this way, he didn’t have time to see you from too close up.

peter exhales in relief at the narrowly avoided disaster. that’s until tony makes a request. “missed me that much, kiddo, huh? come out of there.” “but, i’m so comfortable. i wanna stay like this,” you insist, a niceness to your voice tony immediately sees through. he drops his arms from around you, eyeing peter suspiciously, who averts his gaze to the floor.

“nuh uh, you did something. both of you,” your dad states, taking a step to stand between you and peter. peter gulps down a breath before speaking. “mr. stark, it was-“ tony holds up a hand. “don’t worry, kid. i’ll figure it out.”

he gives peter a proper stare, searching him for clues of some sort. it’s a good thing he isn’t wanda because the details of your night would have been exposed. he couldn’t find anything, so now it’s your turn. he’s a little disappointed you’re the one hiding something.

“oh, y/n. not you,” tony sighs as he gives you a looking over. he starts with your face, your eyes following down as his do. it’s when he gets just past your chin that he sees them. the little hickeys littering your skin, some already deep shades of purple. he rips off his glasses in disbelief.

“absolutely not.” he closes his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose with the same hand his glasses are in. “i’m not seeing this. i’m not seeing this if i don’t look.” you scoff at his reaction. “dad, you know we’re together. you can’t expect us to not...” “don’t say it,” tony begs, getting the urge to hurl his half eaten apple. he turns and faces peter.

“parker, you really did all of that?” peter only blinks, nervously meeting the eyes of his mentor. “to my daughter?” tony adds on to scare him even more. “i- i-“ a burst of frustration comes out of peter. “you left two teenagers alone the whole night. what’d you think was gonna happen?” he’s shocked at his own words, his face showing it. tony raises his eyebrows. both your hands cover your mouth.

not wanting to deal with peter, tony addresses you instead. “i don’t care how you do it, cover those up. don’t let me see them ever again. understood?” you nod a good amount of times and reach for peter’s hand. he’s about to give it, then tony glares down at what’s happening. peter pulls back immediatelty. “understood. we’ll, um, do better next time,” you agree, tony winching at the idea of a next time.

“you, parker... treat a lady with a little more respect, eh?” tony clicks his tongue at him. he’s referring to all the hickeys. peter’s lips form a line, a sarcastic one that says oh well. “i tried, mr. stark, but y/n wanted me to-“ “christ, that’s enough.” tony furiously shakes his head and starts to walk away from you two. “never again!”

you’re thanking god when he sets off for the living room, you hiding your face in peter’s chest, his face in your hair. “that was terrible. that was the worst thing ever,” you say into him. “i’m sorry, baby. we gotta be more careful.”

it’s not over yet because then, the toaster dings. you’d completely forgotten about the waffles. you and peter both separate with your millionth shared look of terror. tony comes rushing back into the room, very familiar with that noise.

“first you destroy my daughter, now my toaster? pete... you’re in for it, kid.”

[ava-kedavra]

Wayward Devotion part eleven: revelation

Pairing: Ikaris x Reader

Summary: Captain Sam says breakfast is the most important meal of the day and we learn just how downbad Ikaris and Y/N are for each other. You’re also being blessed with another great science lecture by yours truly, and perhaps a plot twist?

Words: 3656

Warning: lots of swearing, some angst? too great of a science explanation?

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You felt warmth all over as you slowly woke up from sleep, opening your eyes.

You try to move to sit up, but an arm around your waist precludes you from doing so.

“No,” you hear Ikaris murmur sleepily in your ear, “keep sleeping.”

“Ikaris,” you protest, trying to turn in his grasp, “we gotta wake up.”

“‘M too comfy,” he whines, “don’t move.”

You do, turning to face him. His eyes are still closed, but he’s got a small smile on his face.

“Ikaris,” you poke his cheek, “get up.”

“But you’re so warm,” he mumbles, “and I’m tired.”

“Me too,” you agree, “but we’ve gotta get going.”

“Ten more minutes,” he tries to bargain, throwing his hand over your waist.

You run your fingers through his hair gently, and he snuggles deeper into the pillow.

His breathing evens out as he slowly falls back asleep. You giggle before lifting his arm off you and on the pillow you were laying on.

You quietly sneak out of your room and make your way into the kitchen for some much needed coffee.

You find Makkari, Kingo and Sam in the kitchen.

“Good morning,” you greet, beelining towards the cupboards.

“How are you feeling after last night?” Sam asks gently from the stove.

You fill your mug with coffee, “pretty good actually.”

“That’s good,” he smiles, “you had quite a bit to drink.”

You sip your coffee, thankful for the warm liquid to wake you up, “I did,” you agree with him.

‘When are you planning on leaving?’ Makkari signs to you as you walk towards the table to her and Kingo.

“This afternoon probably,” you answer out loud, “Ikaris is still very much asleep.”

“He does love to sleep,” Kingo observes.

“Y/N, did you want eggs?” Sam calls out.

“Sure” you answer, “thanks Sam.”

“Of course,” he gives a warm smile, “it’s the most important meal of the day.”

“Okay Sam,” Bucky leans against the wall, “turn off Captain mode.”

“I’m not in Cap mode,” Sam points the spatula at Bucky, “breakfast is important.”

“It is,” Kingo agrees, “and these eggs are gonna be delicious.”

Bucky comes to the table with a full cup of coffee.

“Buck, this is Kingo and Makkari,” you introduce, “they’re eternals.”

“Hi,” he gives an awkward smile, “I’m Bucky Barnes.”

‘Nice to meet you’ Makkari signs.

‘Nice to meet you as well,’ Bucky signs back.

“The winter soldier,” you hear Druig saunter in, “with the metal arm.”

“He’s really harmless,” you offer, “I saw him fall on his ass walking on ice and it kind of ruined the scary appeal.”

“It was slick!” He defends, “how could I have not slipped?”

“Walk more carefully,” Sprite walks in with Sersi and Ajak.

“Respect your elders,” Bucky points to her, “I’m like a hundred years old.”

Sprite raises her eyebrow, “I’m literally immortal.”

“She’s got you there Buck,” you snort.

The table fills up quickly so you move into the kitchen to help Sam cook.

You work on the bacon and fruit, while he works on the eggs and toast.

“How are you feeling?” You ask him quietly, cutting up strawberries.

“I’m good,” he says and you can tell he’s telling the truth.

“It was meant for you Sam,” you tell him, “even if that wasn't always the case.”

“There’s no one better I can think of to carry that shield,” you’re serious, turning to look at him.

“Thank you, Y/N,” he gives you a hug, “really.”

“Of course Sam,” you squeeze before letting him go.

“Are you guys okay?” Rhodey asks, stealing a piece of strawberry.

“Yeah,” you answer, “just talking.”

He nods, before grabbing the juice and taking it to the table.

With Kingo and Sersi’s help, the table was quickly set up as everyone began to dig in.

Ikaris comes in as soon as you’re sat down. He takes the empty seat next to you, turning his chair towards you.

“Good morning,” he picks a blueberry off your plate and you weakly swat his hand away.

“It’s almost the afternoon,” you murmur, moving your plate towards him.

He takes a piece of bacon off the plate, taking a bite of it.

You see a crumble of bacon on the side of his mouth, so you bring your thumb up to wipe at it.

“Thanks,” he mumbles with a smile.

“When did this start happening,” Kingo is staring at you.

“What do you mean?” You take a sip of your orange juice.

“This,” he waves his hand, gesturing to the two of you.

“You know we are married,” Ikaris points out, “you went to our wedding.”

“I went to all of them,” Ajak comments with a smile.

“All of them?” You repeat, confused.

“Of course I did,” she says, “I wouldn’t have missed them for the World.”

“Why are you talking in plural?” You ask, turning to Ikaris, “why is she talking in plural?”

“Because we’ve been married more than once,” he says casually, but quiet.

“You have?” Rhodey asks at the same time you say, “we have?”

“Yes,” he responds carefully.

“You didn’t tell her that?” Ajak looks at Ikaris with a baffled look.

He flushes, “I didn’t think it was relevant.”

You widen your eyes, “you didn’t?”

“Should’ve told her,” Phastos murmurs over his cup of juice.

Ikaris puts his hands up, “I didn’t want you to feel bad,” he argues, “you were already shaken up when you found out we were married in the first place.”

“How many times have we been married?” You ask him, tilting your head.

“Just a few times,” he assures, but you’re unconvinced.

You turn to Ajak, raising your eyebrow, “that true?”

“Aja-” Ikaris starts.

“Six times,” she gives you a warm smile, giving Ikaris a pointed look.

“Six times?” You turn to Ikaris, voice loud, “we got married six times! And you didn’t tell me that?”

He shuffles down in his chair, as if he’s trying to hide. You smack his arm gently.

“Why did we get married six times?” You look around the table.

“For every millennium that you were together,” Sersi says gently.

“Oh my god,” you smile at Ikaris, whose face was unusually red, “that’s actually really cute.”

“Ikaris used to plan them,” Phastos cuts in, talking fast, “he even learned to make paper to send invitations.”

“Phastos,” Ikaris whines, hiding behind his hands.

“Stop,” you gush, cheeks red, “that is so adorable,” you turn to look at Ikaris, “you’re such a nerd.”

“I’m a nerd?” He questions, “you’re the one that made a garden filled with the leaves of tea I liked.”

“I did?” You ask, mouth wide, “that’s so nice,” you coo softly, hands covering your warm cheeks.

“You guys were pretty gross,” Kingo speaks up, “still are, really.”

You poke at the piece of Ikaris’ face you can see in his hands, “you hear that? We’re still gross.”

“Wait, I wanna know something,” Sam says, “raise your hand if you’ve ever walked in on Ikaris and Y/N.”

“That is not something I want to know,” you say weakly, but everyone else is grinning.

“Oh god,” Ikaris mumbles, continuing to hide his face in his hands.

You look around the room as everyone slowly raises their hand.

Makkari, Phastos, Sersi, Ajak, Thena, Sprite, Druig, and Kingo all raise their hands.

You’re red as a tomato, and look down at your plate.

“Why did you ask that?” Ikaris groans behind his hands, “she doesn’t need to remember that right now.”

“I agree,” you say, “I did not need to recall that.”

“That is amazing,” Bucky is grinning as everyone starts to lower their hands.

“Did you guys not have locks or something?” Rhodey asks, perplexed.

“We did,” Druig answers, “they just did it in some really weird places.”

“Oh god,” your cheeks heat up, “like where?”

“Everywhere,” Sprite grumbles over her drink.

“Who would’ve thought?” Sam is smirking, thoroughly enjoying your blushing state.

“Not me,” you speak up.

“Are you really that surprised?” Ikaris is giving you a small smile, no longer covering his face.

You shrug, looking him up and down, “maybe not.”

“Can we please get off the topic of Y/N and Ikaris’ sex life?” Sprite asks the group, annoyed at the antics.

“I agree,” you raise your mug, “thank you Sprite.”

“How about we make our way to the lab?” Bruce offers, cup of coffee in hand.

~

“So like it’s possible?” You ask with a smirk, causing Bruce to sigh.

“Nothing is impossible,” Bruce reponds, “let’s separate that from it being a possibility.”

“How did we get to this point?” Phastos asks, head in his hands as he looks up to you pacing the lab.

“I’m just saying,” you stop pacing, putting your hands up, “it would be a cool idea.”

“How would that be a cool idea?” Bruce pinches the bridge of his nose, “there’s like three movies that tell us why it’s not a good idea.”

“But those are movies, and if we learned anything from Scott, Back to the Future is a bunch of bullshit. So,” you continue to counter, “we shouldn’t trust Spielberg either.”

“Y/N,” Bruce says your name like he’s scolding a child, “we are not going back in time to get a pterodactyl.”

“You guys are boring,” you murmur, taking a seat at the table next to Phastos, “you know that right?”

“Didn’t you say that weird dude on the garbage planet looked like Jeff Goldblum?” You continue, asking Bruce.

“It was uncanny,” he agrees, “but that doesn’t mean anything.”

“I think it’s a sign,” you say, “truly.”

“What on Earth are you talking about?” You look over to the doorway to see Ikaris stroll into the lab, freshly showered.

You smile, “going back in time to steal a dinosaur,” you state bluntly, “and for the record,” you point at Bruce, “I know Peter and Scott would be on my side.”

You hear Bruce sigh again, but you look over to see him trying to hide a smile.

“Let’s talk about the tracker,” Phastos brings you back to the present, quite literally.

Bruce pulls up his concept notes. Your eyes scan over the equations quickly, noticing Planck’s constant in a few.

“Always do love a good radiation problem,” you speak quietly, looking over at Bruce.

He shrugs, “what can I say? It’s kind of my speciality.”

“I think it’s safe to say me as well,” you gesture to Bruce’s large green body clothed in a blue button up and a gray cardigan, “I helped you get to this point.”

“You did,” he admits, “and for that I am forever grateful.”

You turn back to the notes as Phastos speaks up, “how about the autopsies?”

“It was hard to do ample immediate post-death research given by the time I was able to assess the bodies, rigor mortis had begun to set in.” He explains as he pulls up the scans of the bodies.

You’d spent more than a few hours with Bruce in the lab, carefully dissecting the pieces of deviants. You’d already stored some of the smaller scales from one deviant, knowing Peter would want a memento of the fight.

“I was able to detect all the synthetic and organic material the deviant was comprised of, but I’m not sure if I’m right in my assignment of them,” he admits, running his hand through his frizzy curls.

“I can look at them on the jet,” you offer, “and send you any discrepancies I catch.” Bruce nods, before pulling at slides of thinly cut brain slices.

“The brain was the hardest to dissect,” he explains, rotating the image slowly, “a lot more synthetic than I’d have expected.”

“Their neural processing is in part artificial, but it’s organic enough for them to have functioning nerve cells,” Bruce starts.

“Which sends signals to the brain,” you elaborate.

“Precisely,” he continues, “but there’s more to it than that. They have an outward source the processing gets sent to.”

“Like the brain signals are getting sent somewhere else?” You turn to Bruce.

“Yes, but it’s also receiving signals from that source,” Bruce continues, “like messages being hit off a radar.”

Bruce pulls up a hologram of the simulated MRI scan done on one of the deviants brains. You watch as the scan slowly moves through the brain, but notice a small flash of light near the-

“Is that the lateral ventricle?” Phastos cuts your train of thought, speaking the words that were just about to be said in your head.

“Uhuh,” Bruce answers, putting the flashing on a loop as he zooms in.

“What is that?” Ikaris asks, lost.

“There’s four brain ventricles,” you explain, “the flashing is happening in one of them.”

“And that ventricle,” Bruce takes over, “also happens to store the subventricular zone.”

“I feel like you’re just putting words together,” you hear Ikaris mumbles softly.

You shrug, “basically yeah,” you look down at Ikaris with a smile. “Anyways,” you continue, “the subventricular zone is the largest neurogenic spot in the brain.”

“In English please,” Ikaris says.

You sit down in the chair next to him, turning to face him, “in layman’s terms, it’s the hub for all the signals in the brain.”

He nods, “okay, that makes sense.”

Phastos sits back in his chair, rubbing at his chin as he stares at the hologram. You wave your hand in the air so the video stills, stopping the small flash.

“Where’s the signal being sent?” Phastos asks Bruce, but keeps his eyes on the image.

“I don’t know,” Bruce admits, “but I think that we can track it.”

“Can you read them?” You ask Bruce.

He shakes his head no, “haven’t quite cracked that yet.”

“You could reverse-engineer the neural signals?” You offer.

“That’s a good idea,” Bruce nods, thinking through it.

“We could find a mechanism that attaches to the subventricular zone in order to trace the location,” Phastos speaks up, looking over to you.

“That would have to count on us being able to retrieve that without damage from the deviants,” Bruce defends, “or to attach it live.”

“That’s not happening,” you scoff, “it’ll have to be dead.”

“Which,” Bruce squinted, as if trying to recall something, “will give us about ten minutes or so to extract the location site it’s going to.”

“Why ten minutes?” Phastos tilts his head in confusion.

“That’s about as long as the brain activity goes on after you die,” you explain, “which should probably be about the same in the deviants.”

“So we couldn’t track the location from the dead ones we have here,” Phastos thinks out loud.

“We’d have to find an alive one regardless,” Bruce confesses, “that’s the first step.”

“You guys can wait until we get back,” you offer, “I know I’m really the muscles on the team,” you joke with a smile.

“We’ll keep you updated on what we do,” Bruce answers, “regardless of waiting or not.”

“Sounds good,” you grab Ikaris’ hand and stand from the table, “we’ve gotta get going.”

“Have a safe flight,” Bruce gives you a soft smile, “and don’t you dare go back in time to get a dinosaur.”

“No promises,” you call out with a giggle before turning out of the lab quickly.

~

“I don’t think it’d fit in here.” Ikaris states out of the blue, breaking your dissociative state of staring out the cockpit window.

“What wouldn’t fit?” You turn to look at him, confused.

“A dinosaur,” he gestures to the back of the quinjet, “not enough leg room.”

“We’d get a pterodactyl, Ikaris,” you say, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the World, “clearly they’d just fly alongside the quinjet.”

“You’ve really planned this out,” he observes with a small smile on his face.

“I like to plan,” you turn and shrug, before your eyes settle back on the clouds.

“How much longer do we have?” Ikaris asks, trying to decipher the screen in front of you.

“About two hours,” you inform, “then a thirty minute drive.”

The typical flight to Scotland from New York was about nine hours, but given the advanced tech of the quinjet you’d be there in about five.

~

“Are you stalling?” Ikaris his shoulder against yours, gently rocking you to the side.

“I’m not stalling,” you defend, though your voice is quiet, “I’m just a little nervous.”

“What are you nervous about?” Ikaris asks, absentmindedly as he grabs your hand in his, gently rubbing his thumb as he looks down at you.

“I haven’t seen them in a while,” you admit, eyes on the door, “I’m not great at keeping contact.”

“Clearly,” he jokes, “we’ve been apart for five hundred years.”

“Sorry about that,” you murmur, before raising your hand to the doorbell, pushing it gently.

The doorbell rings and you can hear it reverberate into the hallway of the house.

Fitzsimmons lived in a small, white, cottage farmhouse, it looked to be two stories with a great bay window. You also spot a small tool shed out back. You laugh, only imagining how many inventions Fitz has stuffed in the small box.

Ikaris gives your hand a small squeeze right before the door opens.

You come face to face with Jemma Simmons, your favorite biochemist. She’s got her long brown hair tied up in a messy bun, with bangs that shaped her squared face nicely.

“Jemma,” you rush with a smile, “it’s so good to see you.”

She stays silent, choosing to give you a tight hug instead. You squeeze her back, facing breaking out into a smile.

You pull back from her, still smiling as you introduce Ikaris.

“It’s nice to meet you,” he raises his hand for her to shake, but she’s frozen.

As soon as her eyes met Ikaris’s, it seemed like she was terrified, a look of horror was crossing her face, mouth kept wide open.

“Jemma?” You coax, resting your hand softly on her shoulder.

Your touch seemed to snap her out of her gaze, and she looked back at you. Noticing your hand, she roughly moves her shoulder, so your hand falls down to your side. She starts breathing heavily, as if she’s suddenly afraid.

She stumbles as she takes a step back into the doorway, putting her hand up she points, “please don’t hurt him! He had to do what he did, okay! We all did!” She’s directing her attention to Ikaris now as she stumbles farther back, turning to run.

“Jemma what’s going on?” You ask, confused by her sudden frantic state. You start running to catch up with her as she races up the stairs.

“Fitz!” She screams, “they’re here! Run Fitz!”

As she reaches the top step, you jump up the remaining stairs to grab her arm. You quickly pin her against the wall, hard enough to stop her, but not to hurt her.

“Jemma, what’s wrong?” You ask her seriously, “why would you think we’d wanna hurt you or Fitz?”

“Please,” tears run down her face, and she nearly wails, “don’t hurt him Y/N. I’m sorry, okay?” She chokes on a sob, before continuing, “please don’t hurt him,” she whispers, voice horse from the tears.

You hear a whizz sound, but before you can respond, Ikaris falls onto the floor in front of you with a thump.

You go to duck, but are quickly hit too and pass out abruptly.

~

You groan out as you slowly open your eyes, grimacing at the bright light.

“Are you alright?” Ikaris asks frantically, and you turn to see him standing towards you in an advanced glass containment pod.

You look down and notice that you’re in one two. Both your hands and feet are restrained, and you notice Ikaris has that, but his neck as well.

“What the fuck?” You ask, looking around at the sterile white room.

A jail cell.

Why the fuck do they have cells already prepared? You think to yourself as you look around.

“Wasn’t really the warm welcome I was expecting,” you mutter standing up to pace.

You hear the click of a lock, and you see a door open.

Fitzsimmons walks in hand and hand, each holding a gun.

“What the fuck is going on?” You ask, exasperated.

“We know why you’re here,” Fitz states bluntly, “and I’m not going quietly.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” You nearly shout at the two, “we’re not here to fucking hurt you!” You yell, gesturing wildly.

“Are you skrulls?” You continue, nearly ranting, “becuase I have no fucking idea where Fury is so stop coming down here to ask me, okay? I’m sick of this shit.” You mutter the last part, sitting down angrily if one could do that.

“Skrulls?” Jemma repeats the word curiously.

“Yes,” you groan, “drop the dumb act. If you’re skrulls, you legally have to tell me that. So fess up.” You point at the pair.

“I don’t think they’re skrulls,” Ikaris tilts his head, as if reading them.

“We’re not skrulls,” Fitz interjects.

“Then why are you trying to kill us?” You ask the two.

“Because you’ll kill us if we don’t,” Jemma states sternly.

“Why would I want to kill you guys?” You ask, “you’ve done nothing wrong to me. Also,” you add on, “I don’t just walk around killing people.”

“Speak for yourself,” Ikaris mumbles and you shoot him a look.

“I just wanted to say sorry,” Fitz states solemnly, “it really was the only choice.”

“What was?” You tilt your head at the man.

“Erasing your memory,” he states, as if it’s obvious.

“You erased my memory?” you ask, baffled.

-

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LEAVING THEIR CAMERA ON WHILE BEING SOFT WITH THEIR S/O PART III

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“You look so pretty like that.”

Oikawa’s voice comes from the corridor that leads to your room. He is carrying his sport bag as he shoots a cheeky smile in your direction.

“You mean, when I’m clueless about what is the lecture about?” you scoff after you had deactivated your mic and camera. Rising an eyebrow and pointing at your laptop’s screen where is your teacher talking, you lock eyes with the setter.

“Yeah, exactly when you are completely clueless―”, he chuckles, dropping his bag on the floor with a soft thud before walking towards you, “―it makes me feel smart”

You roll your eyes before he wraps his arms around your shoulders, nuzzling his nose against your cheek and leaving a trail of kisses over your skin, his fluffy hair tickling your neck, drawing giggles out of you.

“I’m still in class, Tooru” you say in between giggles as he covers your face in sloppy kisses.

“But I’ve missed you!”

“We saw each other an hour ago!”

“And your point is?”, he quirks an eyebrow before burying his face in your neck, making you chuckle even harder than before.

“You are an adorable couple, but class is not over yet!”

Your boyfriend freezes, chocolate orbits opening wide, mouth still latched at your skin as he lifts his gaze to face your teacher.

“Shit”, you choke out before desperately searching for the buttons that truly deactivated your mic and camera. Oikawa’s cheeks are a light pink as he lets out a nervous chuckle, straightening up before rubbing his nape.

“Sorry!”

“Oikawa-san~”, A bunch of female voices come out of the speakers and you automatically roll your eyes.

Regaining his confident self, he shows them his charm, smiling as he makes his trademark peace sign, causing the girls to sigh dreamily. But before they can admire your boyfriend any longer, you finally press the right button.

Oikawa immediately pouts, making you frown as he clings again onto your neck, whining.

“What?!”

“You could have showed me off a little more!”

“Doll I need ya!”

Atsumu whines, sitting in front of his desk, dropping his head back on the chair as he looks at your figure across the room.            

“I’m busy” you say not even sparing him a glance, putting a frown on his dark brows. You keep reading your book on his bed as the setter squints his eyes at you, “You are in class anyways.”

“But I have my camera off, we aren’t doing much!”, you lift your gaze, finding his hazel orbits begging at you. You sigh, standing up and taking long steps in his direction.

“What do you want ‘Tsumu?”

“Make me company! Sit on my lap, doll”, he pats his thigh with a sneaky smirk that had you frowning.

You try to gaze at the laptop to make sure there are no unexpected viewers but Atsumu quickly grips your waist pulling you onto his lap, making you grunt.

“There we go, god, you are very prickly!”

“What did you say?” you shriek, pushing his arms away to stand up when a cute laugh slips past his mouth as he tightens the grip on your waist, leaning closer to your face.

“Sorry, sorry,but you look so cute when you are angry”, a teasing grin swirls on the corner of his lips as he erases the distance between you, eyes softening as you pout.

And before you can say something else, he captures your lips, silencing any of your further complains. Your hands travel to his neck, instinctively caressing the back of his head.

“Miya―”

“SO, THIS IS THE REASON WHY I CAN’T BE IN MY OWN ROOM?!”, Osamu interrupts the teacher, his brows bowing up in surprise across the screen as the kitchen counter acts as background. You tense up as Atsumu’s chuckles resonate against your lips.

“You wanted to get caught, don’t you?”

Atsumu’s eyes blink for a moment, staring at your warm face before cupping your chin as his free hand squeezes your hip.

“Not really, but it’s a bonus they got to see how lucky I am”

“Kou, I can feel you staring, you know?”

Bokuto jumps from the small gap he left while opening the door, attempting to sneak silently into your room. You press the keyboard mindlessly, too tired to make sure your camera is actually off as you turn to face Fukorodani’s captain.

“I wanted to surprise you!”, he confesses, thick eyebrows falling but just as quick his eyes shine as he moves his hands excitedly, “I found this cool movie and―

“Kou, I’m sorry but I have to finish this group project first” you point at your laptop where your classmates are yelling at each other before smiling faintly at him,

Bokuto’s face contorts as he sees the way you squeeze your nose bridge with closed  eyes. He moves behind you before leaning down to plant a soft kiss on top of your head,

“Babe, you need to rest too”

“But―”

His big hands travel to your shoulders, putting some pressure on your muscles, giving you a so needed massage that had you letting out quite sighs.

“Feels good?”, he coos, smiling as he hears your cute sounds with each movement of his thumbs over your skin. You lean your head to the side, so your cheek rubs the outside of his palm, making Bokuto blush as he laughs softly.

“Hey, Y/N, are you falling asleep?!!”

One guy says from the laptop, smirking teasingly at the ace, causing your eyes to flutter open and your cheeks to burn realizing you’ve been observed all this time.

“She was finally relaxing, dude!” Bokuto says, frowning, as the other one chuckles in the background. He stands by your side before spinning your chair, so you face him.

“Kou?”

Without a word, he carries you Koala style, completely ignoring your classmates complains from your laptop. His face turns to the side, kissing your cheek as his strong arms hold you tightly against his bulky body.

“Sorry gorgeous but you are taking a nap right now!”

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